Yeah yeah, an extremely fluffy chapter.. I CANNAE HELP IT! I mean it, I
can't. well, basically, this is for Laura and all the others who wanted me
to write Elijah/Orlando, Sean/Elijah fluff… Grrr, I don't write this kind
of thing, I tell you! Its only cos I is staying at me cousins house and
she got me all hyper and told me to imagine Orlando and Elijah naked in a
forest…. And Dom and Billy naked… They're all naked! Wahay!
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Sean sat next to Elijah, acutely aware of his friend's tenseness. The younger man was glaring at the hobbit sat next to Orlando. The handsome dark-haired man (with the nice eyes) was leaning in close to Sam, his hand resting on the hobbit's shoulder. He was whispering intimately, Sam nervously twisting the material of his waistcoat between his fingers.
Sean sighed gently and touched Elijah on the arm. The younger man whirled round, shocked. His face set in a forced smile.
"Oh Sean."
'Why do you let him do this to you? You know he loves you, you shouldn't let it get to you." Sean slowly started rubbing Elijah's arm comfortingly. Elijah just sighed and leant into the touch slightly.
"I know, I know." He gave Sean a shaky smile, and let himself relax into Sean's arms. 'Maybe… maybe, a taste of his own medicine…' a sly smile slid across his lips and he looked up at his older friend, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Sean, blissfully unaware of his friend's revelation, was suddenly shocked to find a hand creeping up his shirt. His eyes widened and he looked down to see Elijah's heated gaze staring back at him.
"Er…" He said, unsure of how to react as his friend leant closer.
"Do you want me Sean?" Elijah's voice was slow and seductive, lulling Sean into relaxing against the palm of Elijah's hand as it slowly stroked his stomach. Grinning slightly, Elijah leant up and let his lips brush against Sean's slightly trembling ones…
Orlando looked up.
"Erc!" He yelped, as he spotted Sean and Elijah kissing.
"Orcs? Where?" Sam leapt to his feet, mysteriously pulling the Frying Pan of Death from somewhere about his person. Orlando didn't notice him, staring in horror at his lover in a slightly less-than-innocent embrace with their mutual friend. "Mr Orl… Orli?" Orlando's mouth dropped open, and he jerked from his gazed state to look up at the hobbits standing above him. "Are you okay?" Sam sat back down next to the Thing, and rested his hand on Orlando's arm. Orlando looked confused (he's good at doing that).
"Why? Why is he…? Why?" Sam just smiled as comfortingly as he could (nice image there) and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Go get your man Orli."
Elijah slowly and reluctantly pulled away from Sean's lips, keeping his eyes closed, licking his lips and making a satisfied 'hmmm' sound. He could feel Sean's breath against his moistened lips. Annoyingly (yet hopefully for the more romantic of you out there) he felt a pang of guilt, briefly remembering Orlando's flushed face, trembling lips and those deep chocolate brown eyes…
"I'm sorry Sean, I…I shouldn't have…" Elijah stuttered, avoiding Sean's curious gaze.
"Hey, it's okay, really." Sean just smiled reassuringly, and removed Elijah's hand from his shirt. "The Authors spell right?"
"Right." They both smiled at each other.
With dramatic suddenness, a hand clamped down on Elijah's shoulder and he was dragged into the wood. Sean waved goodbye.
"What do you want?" Elijah yelped, as he was dropped unceremoniously in a clearing.
"Elijah, its me. Don't overact." Elijah blushed a little.
"Orlando, I…"
"Don't!" Orlando pressed a finger to Elijah's lips, silencing him. "Just let me…" He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry.' Elijah opened his mouth to protest, but Orlando kept talking. "I'm sorry for the way I act around the others. I'm sorry for leaving you out. I… I'm sorry for the way I am. I'm just a selfish bastard and I don't know why you put up with me." He stopped and turned away, not noticing Elijah's small smile.
"Oh Orli." He stepped forward. "I want you. I love you. I love the way you are. Never apologize, never, 'cos you're absolutely perfect." Slowly, Orlando turned round, his eyes closed, his breathing a little quicker than usual.
'I'm dreaming, right?" He whispered, but Elijah stepped forward, grabbed his head and kissed him hard on the lips. Orlando's eyes shot open, then flickered shut and he leant into Elijah's embrace, letting himself get lost in the feelings. Orlando realized that Elijah wasn't the dominant one nearly enough.
Frodo, meanwhile, was wandering around the wood, muttering under his breath. Suddenly he stopped and threw himself to the floor.
"Oh, Athelas. Kingsfoil? Ah that's a weed.' Then he stood up and stumbled forward, running into a tree and looking up at it pleadingly. "No-one knows its here, do they? Do they, Gandalf?" Getting no reply from the tree, Frodo carried on, occasionally clutching at his neck and muttering to himself.
Sam looked over at Sean. Sean avoided the hobbits gaze, quickly refastening the buttons that Elijah had undone. Sam, who sat twiddling his thumbs (how do you do that?), watched the Thing closely. The Thing sighed and looked around, very interested in the grass, trees, stars, his shoes and anything that wasn't hobbit. Talking of which…
"Where's Frodo?" He asked casually. Sam looked around.
"Mr Frodo!" he yelped, leaping to his feet and racing into the forest. Sean, sensing something was wrong, followed him. He missed, in his haste, a moan carried by on the breeze…
"Ooooorli…"
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Sean sat next to Elijah, acutely aware of his friend's tenseness. The younger man was glaring at the hobbit sat next to Orlando. The handsome dark-haired man (with the nice eyes) was leaning in close to Sam, his hand resting on the hobbit's shoulder. He was whispering intimately, Sam nervously twisting the material of his waistcoat between his fingers.
Sean sighed gently and touched Elijah on the arm. The younger man whirled round, shocked. His face set in a forced smile.
"Oh Sean."
'Why do you let him do this to you? You know he loves you, you shouldn't let it get to you." Sean slowly started rubbing Elijah's arm comfortingly. Elijah just sighed and leant into the touch slightly.
"I know, I know." He gave Sean a shaky smile, and let himself relax into Sean's arms. 'Maybe… maybe, a taste of his own medicine…' a sly smile slid across his lips and he looked up at his older friend, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Sean, blissfully unaware of his friend's revelation, was suddenly shocked to find a hand creeping up his shirt. His eyes widened and he looked down to see Elijah's heated gaze staring back at him.
"Er…" He said, unsure of how to react as his friend leant closer.
"Do you want me Sean?" Elijah's voice was slow and seductive, lulling Sean into relaxing against the palm of Elijah's hand as it slowly stroked his stomach. Grinning slightly, Elijah leant up and let his lips brush against Sean's slightly trembling ones…
Orlando looked up.
"Erc!" He yelped, as he spotted Sean and Elijah kissing.
"Orcs? Where?" Sam leapt to his feet, mysteriously pulling the Frying Pan of Death from somewhere about his person. Orlando didn't notice him, staring in horror at his lover in a slightly less-than-innocent embrace with their mutual friend. "Mr Orl… Orli?" Orlando's mouth dropped open, and he jerked from his gazed state to look up at the hobbits standing above him. "Are you okay?" Sam sat back down next to the Thing, and rested his hand on Orlando's arm. Orlando looked confused (he's good at doing that).
"Why? Why is he…? Why?" Sam just smiled as comfortingly as he could (nice image there) and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Go get your man Orli."
Elijah slowly and reluctantly pulled away from Sean's lips, keeping his eyes closed, licking his lips and making a satisfied 'hmmm' sound. He could feel Sean's breath against his moistened lips. Annoyingly (yet hopefully for the more romantic of you out there) he felt a pang of guilt, briefly remembering Orlando's flushed face, trembling lips and those deep chocolate brown eyes…
"I'm sorry Sean, I…I shouldn't have…" Elijah stuttered, avoiding Sean's curious gaze.
"Hey, it's okay, really." Sean just smiled reassuringly, and removed Elijah's hand from his shirt. "The Authors spell right?"
"Right." They both smiled at each other.
With dramatic suddenness, a hand clamped down on Elijah's shoulder and he was dragged into the wood. Sean waved goodbye.
"What do you want?" Elijah yelped, as he was dropped unceremoniously in a clearing.
"Elijah, its me. Don't overact." Elijah blushed a little.
"Orlando, I…"
"Don't!" Orlando pressed a finger to Elijah's lips, silencing him. "Just let me…" He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry.' Elijah opened his mouth to protest, but Orlando kept talking. "I'm sorry for the way I act around the others. I'm sorry for leaving you out. I… I'm sorry for the way I am. I'm just a selfish bastard and I don't know why you put up with me." He stopped and turned away, not noticing Elijah's small smile.
"Oh Orli." He stepped forward. "I want you. I love you. I love the way you are. Never apologize, never, 'cos you're absolutely perfect." Slowly, Orlando turned round, his eyes closed, his breathing a little quicker than usual.
'I'm dreaming, right?" He whispered, but Elijah stepped forward, grabbed his head and kissed him hard on the lips. Orlando's eyes shot open, then flickered shut and he leant into Elijah's embrace, letting himself get lost in the feelings. Orlando realized that Elijah wasn't the dominant one nearly enough.
Frodo, meanwhile, was wandering around the wood, muttering under his breath. Suddenly he stopped and threw himself to the floor.
"Oh, Athelas. Kingsfoil? Ah that's a weed.' Then he stood up and stumbled forward, running into a tree and looking up at it pleadingly. "No-one knows its here, do they? Do they, Gandalf?" Getting no reply from the tree, Frodo carried on, occasionally clutching at his neck and muttering to himself.
Sam looked over at Sean. Sean avoided the hobbits gaze, quickly refastening the buttons that Elijah had undone. Sam, who sat twiddling his thumbs (how do you do that?), watched the Thing closely. The Thing sighed and looked around, very interested in the grass, trees, stars, his shoes and anything that wasn't hobbit. Talking of which…
"Where's Frodo?" He asked casually. Sam looked around.
"Mr Frodo!" he yelped, leaping to his feet and racing into the forest. Sean, sensing something was wrong, followed him. He missed, in his haste, a moan carried by on the breeze…
"Ooooorli…"