The Curse 9/12 ViggOrli
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vigorliAuthor: zebraljb
Rating: G to R
Disclaimer: I wish I wish I wish Beanie was mine. I'm in a Beanie place right now. Since he's not, though, I'll just say that this is all made up without any kind of hurtful intentions.
Orlando was so intent on watching his feet that he didn’t notice the man walking in his direction. “Oof!” Orlando said in surprise. Strong hands grabbed his shoulders.
“Watch yerself, Orli,” Sean Bean said with a smile. “I don’t know which is closer to the ground, the shoes you were watching, or yer frown.”
“Hey, Sean.” Orlando ran a hand through his hair. “What’re you up to?”
“Looking for some dinner,” Sean replied. “You didn’t go with the Hobbits?”
“Fucking wankers!” Orlando snapped.
“Oookay, guess not,” Sean said. He massaged Orlando’s shoulder slightly. “Wanna grab a bite?”
“I’m not hungry,” Orlando said softly.
“Lemme guess. You’ve been moping around all day because of Viggo.”
Orlando’s mouth fell open. “How did you…”
“I saw the way you two avoided each other yesterday,” Sean said. “What else are you doing tonight?”
“I was gonna see a movie!” Orlando said indignantly. “Eventually.”
“Yer gonna eat with me,” Sean said. He put an arm around Orlando’s shoulders and led him towards the closest pub.
After two beers, Orlando finally started to open up. He finished the last bite of his sandwich, dropped his chin into a greasy palm, and sighed. “It’s all because I’m a bloody idiot.”
Sean raised an eyebrow. “Hate to tell ya, mate, but we all knew that.”
“Shut up,” Orlando said. Sean hid a smile in his beer. “Anyway, Elijah said to me right off that I needed to break the curse.” Sean raised an eyebrow again. “He told me ya gotta shag someone in the cast to keep the movie from being a flop.”
Sean did his best not to spit his beer all over Orlando. “He told you WHAT?”
“Thank you for making me feel even dumber,” Orlando snapped.
“Oh, Orli, I’m sorry,” Sean said. “It’s just…”
“I know. But he looked at me with those big blue eyes and that was it. I believed him.”
Sean waited while the waiter brought two more rounds of beer. “Okay, so what happened with Viggo, then?”
“I picked him as my cast member to break the curse.”
“VIGGO?” Sean looked insulted. “Ya coulda had me, mate. I’m much better in the sack than Viggo.”
“How do you know?” Orlando asked, raising his own eyebrow.
“Never mind that,” Sean said quickly. “You picked Vig. Go on.”
“So, I work up the nerve, flirt some and all that.”
“I noticed,” Sean said under his breath. Orlando glared at him.
“I go to his house, things finally start happening, and then I opened my dumb mouth. I say how glad I am that it’s him, and he figures it all out. Kicks me out and all.”
“He kicked you out?”
“He thinks I only wanted to shag for the curse.”
“Well, isn’t that why?”
“No!” Orlando picked up his third beer and drained it. “At first, kinda, but then I just got to know him. I really…well…kinda fell in love.”
“Oh, Orli,” Sean said sympathetically. He waved at the bar. “Two more!”
“Coulda done it, too,” Orlando slurred as they got to Sean’s house. “Coulda shagged his lights out.”
“I’m sure ya coulda, Orli.” Sean hefted the drunken young man up a bit taller. “I’m NOT taking you home, Orli. Yer another six blocks down. Yer gonna hit my sofa.”
“Sofa…coulda done him there, too,” Orlando said cheerfully. Sean groaned and dug for his keys.
He deposited Orlando on the sofa and went into the bedroom. He came out with a small trashcan and a pair of sweatpants. “These are for you to sleep in.” Sean waved the pants in the air. “THIS is so you don’t throw up on my floor.”
“Beanie,” Orlando sighed. He grabbed Sean’s wrist and pulled him down. “How ‘bout you and me break the curse?”
“There IS no curse, Orli,” Sean said gently, moving away.
“There is. Curse on me. Can’t be happy, no matter what.” Orlando pouted into Sean’s shoulder.
“No, that’s me, mate,” Sean said softly. He kissed Orlando’s forehead. “In another time and place, if you were sober, maybe. But not now.” He laid Orlando down, pulling off Orli’s shoes and socks. He started do undo Orlando’s jeans.
“Lemme. Commando and all.” Orlando grinned. Sean forced himself to look away as Orlando fought his way out of the jeans and into the sweats. “All done.”
Sean went to a closet and pulled down a blanket. “Sweet dreams, Orli.” He tucked the blanket up to Orlando’s chin.
“Thanks, Beanie.”
When Sean got up eight hours later, Orlando was still asleep on the sofa. Mercifully, the trashcan was empty. Sean dug around in the kitchen, trying to quietly make some tea. The doorbell surprised him. He hurried to his front door, hoping Orlando wouldn’t awaken.
“Uh, Viggo!” Sean said in surprise. “What’re ya doing here?”
“Came to see if you wanted a ride,” Viggo said.
“Ah, shit.” Sean rubbed his eyes. “I’m running behind. Let me just…”
“Who is it, Beanie?” Orlando asked as he approached the door. He rubbed his eyes, looking like a teenager in Sean’s large pants. “Oh.”
“Look, Vig…” Sean began.
“No need, Sean. I wish I could start MY day with such a good lay.” Viggo turned on one heel and went to his car. Orlando leaned his head on Sean’s shoulder as they watched him drive away.
Rating: G to R
Disclaimer: I wish I wish I wish Beanie was mine. I'm in a Beanie place right now. Since he's not, though, I'll just say that this is all made up without any kind of hurtful intentions.
Orlando was so intent on watching his feet that he didn’t notice the man walking in his direction. “Oof!” Orlando said in surprise. Strong hands grabbed his shoulders.
“Watch yerself, Orli,” Sean Bean said with a smile. “I don’t know which is closer to the ground, the shoes you were watching, or yer frown.”
“Hey, Sean.” Orlando ran a hand through his hair. “What’re you up to?”
“Looking for some dinner,” Sean replied. “You didn’t go with the Hobbits?”
“Fucking wankers!” Orlando snapped.
“Oookay, guess not,” Sean said. He massaged Orlando’s shoulder slightly. “Wanna grab a bite?”
“I’m not hungry,” Orlando said softly.
“Lemme guess. You’ve been moping around all day because of Viggo.”
Orlando’s mouth fell open. “How did you…”
“I saw the way you two avoided each other yesterday,” Sean said. “What else are you doing tonight?”
“I was gonna see a movie!” Orlando said indignantly. “Eventually.”
“Yer gonna eat with me,” Sean said. He put an arm around Orlando’s shoulders and led him towards the closest pub.
After two beers, Orlando finally started to open up. He finished the last bite of his sandwich, dropped his chin into a greasy palm, and sighed. “It’s all because I’m a bloody idiot.”
Sean raised an eyebrow. “Hate to tell ya, mate, but we all knew that.”
“Shut up,” Orlando said. Sean hid a smile in his beer. “Anyway, Elijah said to me right off that I needed to break the curse.” Sean raised an eyebrow again. “He told me ya gotta shag someone in the cast to keep the movie from being a flop.”
Sean did his best not to spit his beer all over Orlando. “He told you WHAT?”
“Thank you for making me feel even dumber,” Orlando snapped.
“Oh, Orli, I’m sorry,” Sean said. “It’s just…”
“I know. But he looked at me with those big blue eyes and that was it. I believed him.”
Sean waited while the waiter brought two more rounds of beer. “Okay, so what happened with Viggo, then?”
“I picked him as my cast member to break the curse.”
“VIGGO?” Sean looked insulted. “Ya coulda had me, mate. I’m much better in the sack than Viggo.”
“How do you know?” Orlando asked, raising his own eyebrow.
“Never mind that,” Sean said quickly. “You picked Vig. Go on.”
“So, I work up the nerve, flirt some and all that.”
“I noticed,” Sean said under his breath. Orlando glared at him.
“I go to his house, things finally start happening, and then I opened my dumb mouth. I say how glad I am that it’s him, and he figures it all out. Kicks me out and all.”
“He kicked you out?”
“He thinks I only wanted to shag for the curse.”
“Well, isn’t that why?”
“No!” Orlando picked up his third beer and drained it. “At first, kinda, but then I just got to know him. I really…well…kinda fell in love.”
“Oh, Orli,” Sean said sympathetically. He waved at the bar. “Two more!”
“Coulda done it, too,” Orlando slurred as they got to Sean’s house. “Coulda shagged his lights out.”
“I’m sure ya coulda, Orli.” Sean hefted the drunken young man up a bit taller. “I’m NOT taking you home, Orli. Yer another six blocks down. Yer gonna hit my sofa.”
“Sofa…coulda done him there, too,” Orlando said cheerfully. Sean groaned and dug for his keys.
He deposited Orlando on the sofa and went into the bedroom. He came out with a small trashcan and a pair of sweatpants. “These are for you to sleep in.” Sean waved the pants in the air. “THIS is so you don’t throw up on my floor.”
“Beanie,” Orlando sighed. He grabbed Sean’s wrist and pulled him down. “How ‘bout you and me break the curse?”
“There IS no curse, Orli,” Sean said gently, moving away.
“There is. Curse on me. Can’t be happy, no matter what.” Orlando pouted into Sean’s shoulder.
“No, that’s me, mate,” Sean said softly. He kissed Orlando’s forehead. “In another time and place, if you were sober, maybe. But not now.” He laid Orlando down, pulling off Orli’s shoes and socks. He started do undo Orlando’s jeans.
“Lemme. Commando and all.” Orlando grinned. Sean forced himself to look away as Orlando fought his way out of the jeans and into the sweats. “All done.”
Sean went to a closet and pulled down a blanket. “Sweet dreams, Orli.” He tucked the blanket up to Orlando’s chin.
“Thanks, Beanie.”
When Sean got up eight hours later, Orlando was still asleep on the sofa. Mercifully, the trashcan was empty. Sean dug around in the kitchen, trying to quietly make some tea. The doorbell surprised him. He hurried to his front door, hoping Orlando wouldn’t awaken.
“Uh, Viggo!” Sean said in surprise. “What’re ya doing here?”
“Came to see if you wanted a ride,” Viggo said.
“Ah, shit.” Sean rubbed his eyes. “I’m running behind. Let me just…”
“Who is it, Beanie?” Orlando asked as he approached the door. He rubbed his eyes, looking like a teenager in Sean’s large pants. “Oh.”
“Look, Vig…” Sean began.
“No need, Sean. I wish I could start MY day with such a good lay.” Viggo turned on one heel and went to his car. Orlando leaned his head on Sean’s shoulder as they watched him drive away.
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