My Confession 2/? VigOrli
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vigorliAuthor: zebraljb
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I don't know them or their sexuality.
MY CONFESSION
Two
Orlando sat in LAX’s VIP lounge, hat pulled down over his eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he frowned at his glass of Guinness. Fucking Bean…ordering him around, telling him to pick him up or else. Hadn’t Orlando been up since the asscrack of dawn, thanks to Eric and his stupid intervention? Orlando pointedly ignored the fact that he had been awake anyway, thanks to the old dream about Viggo.
The day had only gone downhill after the phone call. His interviews had NOT gone well, and even a shopping trip to his favorite store on Rodeo Drive hadn’t done the usual job of cheering him up. He kept hearing Sean threatening to kick his ass as he walked through the store.
He heard the announcement that Sean’s flight had arrived, but made no effort to get up. If he was lucky, Sean would think that he had forgotten, or had refused to come, which is what Orlando SHOULD have done. He still wasn’t sure why he had obeyed. Sean was an old man. Orlando could easily kick his ass any day. He continued to brood as he stared at his beer.
“Elf,” the familiar voice said. Orlando sighed and looked up. Sean Bean stood before him, wearing blue jeans and a green sweater. The normally cheerful eyes were grey and dark.
“Hello, Sean.” Orlando held out his hand, and Sean stared at it for a long moment before finally shaking it. Orlando would normally hug Sean, but the look on Sean’s face did not encourage an embrace. “My car’s in the side parking lot. Any bags?”
“Just this.” Sean shouldered his large duffel. “I’m not planning on staying long, and I travel light.”
“You always did,” Orlando said with a smile, which Sean didn’t return. Orlando sighed and led the way to the parking lot.
Sean snorted when he saw the chauffeur-driven car in the lot. “Shoulda known.”
“What?” Orlando blinked. “I don’t keep a car here.”
“Ever heard of rental?” Sean threw his bag into the trunk and slid into the backseat. Orlando flopped down next to him, saying nothing the entire ride to his hotel. Sean thanked the driver as they climbed out.
Orlando still said nothing until they reached his hotel room. “Do you even have a room here?”
“Not yet…thought I could bunk with you.” Sean looked around the large suite. “Sofa looks comfy.”
“There’s an extra bedroom, you git,” Orlando growled. “Okay, so I picked you up, brought you someplace to stay…go ahead. Tear me a new one.”
Sean let his duffel fall to the ground. He walked around the suite, touching knickknacks, staring at painting. “What’s this running you?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Orlando faked a yawn. “Look, I’ve been up since…”
“It didn’t used to matter,” Sean interrupted. He walked over to stand in front of Orlando, arms folded over his chest. “I remember a skinny elf who could dance until three and be on set by five.”
“I’m older now,” Orlando said, and winced as soon as the words left his mouth. Sean snorted with laughter.
“Yeah, you’re ancient. Too bad you haven’t matured with age.”
“Look, Sean, I don’t need you here insulting me. I offered you a place to stay while you visit everyone. I just…”
“What you NEED is a good kick in the bollocks,” Sean snapped. “You’ve turned into a thoughtless, selfish fool, just because someone said you could act, liked your pretty face, and gave you some choice roles. You gave up the best thing that ever happened to you, just because it didn’t figure into your plans for the future.”
“Look, Beanie, not that it’s any of your business, but Viggo and I…”
“Funny, I don’t remember mentioning Viggo,” Sean said, and Orlando’s mouth snapped shut. “What I meant was the friends you made there, the fellowship. You have a family…well…had a family that you could fall back on, no matter what. A group of people who knew everything you were going through, who could sympathize. But no, you tossed us all without looking back.”
“I did not!” Orlando protested. Sean smiled at him, but it was a cold smile.
“When was the last time you called me, Orlando? I haven’t talked to you since Troy. When did you last talk to Dom, or Billy, or any of the rest of them?”
“We talk,” Orlando said defensively.
“When you run into them at a party. You pose for the cameras and move on without a thought.” Sean shook his head. “I’m disappointed in you, Orlando, damned disappointed in you.”
“So?” Orlando said arrogantly, though his heart sank into his stomach.
Sean threw up his hands. “Whatever. Obviously there’s no getting through to you.” Sean picked up his bag. “Thanks for the place to stay. I’ll make sure to be out of your hair during the day. I’m sure you’re busy,” Sean said sarcastically, striding into the guest room and slamming the door.
Orlando made his way around the suite, turning off lights and making sure the door was locked. He took a shower in his private bathroom, dried himself off with the plush towels supplied by the hotel, and climbed into a bed made with 300-count Egyptian sheets. He shoved his head under his pillow and tried not to hear Sean’s voice. “I’m disappointed in you, Orlando.”
Orlando had a free morning, and didn’t climb out of bed until after eleven. He padded out into the kitchen area, wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms. He put the tea kettle on and turned to the refrigerator. The black surface of the appliance was marred only by a small piece of paper. We’re meeting at Billy’s hotel suite at six. He’s at the Le Meridien. It’d be good if you would come. You’d be one step down from twatdom…Bean.
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I don't know them or their sexuality.
MY CONFESSION
Two
Orlando sat in LAX’s VIP lounge, hat pulled down over his eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he frowned at his glass of Guinness. Fucking Bean…ordering him around, telling him to pick him up or else. Hadn’t Orlando been up since the asscrack of dawn, thanks to Eric and his stupid intervention? Orlando pointedly ignored the fact that he had been awake anyway, thanks to the old dream about Viggo.
The day had only gone downhill after the phone call. His interviews had NOT gone well, and even a shopping trip to his favorite store on Rodeo Drive hadn’t done the usual job of cheering him up. He kept hearing Sean threatening to kick his ass as he walked through the store.
He heard the announcement that Sean’s flight had arrived, but made no effort to get up. If he was lucky, Sean would think that he had forgotten, or had refused to come, which is what Orlando SHOULD have done. He still wasn’t sure why he had obeyed. Sean was an old man. Orlando could easily kick his ass any day. He continued to brood as he stared at his beer.
“Elf,” the familiar voice said. Orlando sighed and looked up. Sean Bean stood before him, wearing blue jeans and a green sweater. The normally cheerful eyes were grey and dark.
“Hello, Sean.” Orlando held out his hand, and Sean stared at it for a long moment before finally shaking it. Orlando would normally hug Sean, but the look on Sean’s face did not encourage an embrace. “My car’s in the side parking lot. Any bags?”
“Just this.” Sean shouldered his large duffel. “I’m not planning on staying long, and I travel light.”
“You always did,” Orlando said with a smile, which Sean didn’t return. Orlando sighed and led the way to the parking lot.
Sean snorted when he saw the chauffeur-driven car in the lot. “Shoulda known.”
“What?” Orlando blinked. “I don’t keep a car here.”
“Ever heard of rental?” Sean threw his bag into the trunk and slid into the backseat. Orlando flopped down next to him, saying nothing the entire ride to his hotel. Sean thanked the driver as they climbed out.
Orlando still said nothing until they reached his hotel room. “Do you even have a room here?”
“Not yet…thought I could bunk with you.” Sean looked around the large suite. “Sofa looks comfy.”
“There’s an extra bedroom, you git,” Orlando growled. “Okay, so I picked you up, brought you someplace to stay…go ahead. Tear me a new one.”
Sean let his duffel fall to the ground. He walked around the suite, touching knickknacks, staring at painting. “What’s this running you?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Orlando faked a yawn. “Look, I’ve been up since…”
“It didn’t used to matter,” Sean interrupted. He walked over to stand in front of Orlando, arms folded over his chest. “I remember a skinny elf who could dance until three and be on set by five.”
“I’m older now,” Orlando said, and winced as soon as the words left his mouth. Sean snorted with laughter.
“Yeah, you’re ancient. Too bad you haven’t matured with age.”
“Look, Sean, I don’t need you here insulting me. I offered you a place to stay while you visit everyone. I just…”
“What you NEED is a good kick in the bollocks,” Sean snapped. “You’ve turned into a thoughtless, selfish fool, just because someone said you could act, liked your pretty face, and gave you some choice roles. You gave up the best thing that ever happened to you, just because it didn’t figure into your plans for the future.”
“Look, Beanie, not that it’s any of your business, but Viggo and I…”
“Funny, I don’t remember mentioning Viggo,” Sean said, and Orlando’s mouth snapped shut. “What I meant was the friends you made there, the fellowship. You have a family…well…had a family that you could fall back on, no matter what. A group of people who knew everything you were going through, who could sympathize. But no, you tossed us all without looking back.”
“I did not!” Orlando protested. Sean smiled at him, but it was a cold smile.
“When was the last time you called me, Orlando? I haven’t talked to you since Troy. When did you last talk to Dom, or Billy, or any of the rest of them?”
“We talk,” Orlando said defensively.
“When you run into them at a party. You pose for the cameras and move on without a thought.” Sean shook his head. “I’m disappointed in you, Orlando, damned disappointed in you.”
“So?” Orlando said arrogantly, though his heart sank into his stomach.
Sean threw up his hands. “Whatever. Obviously there’s no getting through to you.” Sean picked up his bag. “Thanks for the place to stay. I’ll make sure to be out of your hair during the day. I’m sure you’re busy,” Sean said sarcastically, striding into the guest room and slamming the door.
Orlando made his way around the suite, turning off lights and making sure the door was locked. He took a shower in his private bathroom, dried himself off with the plush towels supplied by the hotel, and climbed into a bed made with 300-count Egyptian sheets. He shoved his head under his pillow and tried not to hear Sean’s voice. “I’m disappointed in you, Orlando.”
Orlando had a free morning, and didn’t climb out of bed until after eleven. He padded out into the kitchen area, wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms. He put the tea kettle on and turned to the refrigerator. The black surface of the appliance was marred only by a small piece of paper. We’re meeting at Billy’s hotel suite at six. He’s at the Le Meridien. It’d be good if you would come. You’d be one step down from twatdom…Bean.
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