My Confession 11/?
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rating: nc17 eventually
disclaimer: not mine not true all made up
MY CONFESSION
Eleven
Orlando downed the rest of his beer and stood, smiling at the triumvirate entering the airport bar. “You all survived.”
“No thanks to Billy,” Elijah grumbled. “He’s been nothing but a pest since last Tuesday.” Elijah accepted Orlando’s hug.
“Ya had to start drinking to hang with us, then?” Billy said, motioning to Orlando’s empty glass.
“No, I just…I couldn’t wait out there.” Orlando had the grace to blush. “I get mobbed sometimes. Not ALL the time, but it’s really starting to freak me out.” He studied his toes. “I didn’t want this time together to get ruined from the get go.”
“It’s okay, Orli.” Dom squeezed his shoulder. “We understand that you’re now an official pin-up boy, and that all the birds want a piece of your pretty.”
“Fuck off,” Orlando said, but couldn’t keep the smile from his face. “Hey, if you don’t mind sticking around town a bit, Beanie’s back in the city, and Eric Bana’s still here. Eric went ahead and made a reservation in his hotel’s dining room…thought the five of us could have dinner?”
“Sounds good,” Elijah said. “As long as we can park our shit somewhere.”
“I have a key to Eric’s suite,” Orlando said, leading the way out of the bar. “You can drop everything there…shower, too, if you want.”
Orlando and the Hobbits were sitting in Eric’s living room, talking over top of one another, when Eric opened the door, cell phone tucked between his shoulder and his cheek. “Yeah, I understand. I know.” He nodded at Orlando and gave the other men a warm smile. “Okay. Love you, too. Bye.” He hung up and rolled his eyes. “I love her to death, but sometimes I’m glad I have to be a continent or two away from her.”
“One of the many reasons I am still single,” Elijah said.
“Bullshit,” Dom replied. “No one’s dumb enough to get involved with you.”
Elijah tackled and they rolled to the floor. “Hello, Eric,” Billy said, holding out his hand to Eric and ignoring the pair on the floor. “Nice to see ya again.”
“You, too, Billy.” Eric shook the hand and looked at Orlando. “Speaking of significant others…”
“Eric,” Orlando warned.
“What’s this?” Eric tossed a tabloid onto the coffee table. Elijah and Dom stopped wrestling.
Dom leaned up on one arm so he could see the table. “Bloom to wed longtime flame Kate Bosworth,” he read out loud.
“What? Oh, fuck, not again.” Orlando grabbed the paper and flipped through it. “She said she’d make sure they didn’t do this shit again. Every other month we’re engaged, and she doesn’t quite do much to stop the rumors.”
“Are you?” Eric asked softly. “Engaged, I mean.”
“Hell, no!” Orlando glared up at his friend. “I think the fact that I’m fucking queer should be your first clue.”
“It probably would help your career if you were out there as a straight, married man,” Eric pointed out.
Even Elijah stared at him. “Where are ya going with this?” Billy asked.
Eric shrugged. “Just wondering which was more important, your love life or your career. I know that mostly it’s the second…”
“Fuck off, Eric.” Orlando stomped off to the bathroom. Eric watched him, grinning.
“I’m gonna go shower and call Sean.” He went to the bedroom, leaving the others to stare at the closed door.
“I thought you knew I was trying to change,” Orlando said quietly to Eric as they waited for Sean in the hotel restaurant.
“I do know that.” Eric sipped at his water. “I was just wondering, that’s all. I know you’re a bit testy about your career and how you look.”
“No, I’m not.” Orlando stared at Eric. “What’s going on? I thought you were on my side.”
“I am on your side, Orli, it’s just…you and Kate should just break up once and for all. She knows you’re gay, right?”
“Yes. I told her immediately…didn’t want to lead her along.”
“Well, just get her to announce that you’re breaking up with her…she can do it in a way that makes her look good.” Eric put a hand on his shoulder. “I want the best for you, mate. You’re doing your best to change your life around, and be more of what you know you are. Why live that lie?”
“I don’t know if I can come out like that, Eric.”
“I didn’t say come out. I said don’t live a lie,” Eric corrected, smiling over Orlando’s shoulder at Sean, who was approaching the table.
“Sorry I’m late. Bit o’traffic,” Sean said, falling into a chair between Eric and Elijah and dropping his napkin into his lap.
The group fell into casual conversation as they gave their order and later ate their food. “Hey, Sean. Why don’t you come out to the house later in the week? You don’t care, do you, Orli?” Elijah asked with his mouth full.
“Of course not. I love the fact that we can get together like this, like old times.” Orlando pushed his pasta around on his plate, thinking back to many nights spent with these men in New Zealand. Eric smiled, not feeling a bit left out.
“Not quite old times. No Ian, no John,” Billy said.
“No Viggo,” Dom added, earning a kick from Eric. “What?”
“So, we have some news for you,” Billy said, glaring at Dom. “We signed a contract yesterday.” He named a studio that made them all gasp.
“Oh, Bills, that’s amazing,” Orli said, holding up his wine glass. “Congratulations.”
“The part is still yours, Orli, if you want it,” Dom said. “We won’t start filming any time soon, but if you want it, we won’t even bother testing anyone else.”
“I’d love it.” Orlando laughed nervously. “It scares me to death, but it’s a fantastic part. Thanks, guys, for giving me a second chance.”
“To second chances,” Eric said suddenly, raising his glass. Everyone else chorused in and raised theirs as well.
Billy, Dom and Elijah all fell asleep during the ride back to Orlando’s house. He smiled, surprised that they could ever run out of steam. He got them awake enough to struggle into the house and to the guestrooms, then stopped by the kitchen, asking a few of the servants to bring up the bags and leave them in the hall outside the bedrooms. He himself took a long hot shower and climbed into bed, fully intent on getting a good night’s sleep. Sleep, however, was not quick to come.
Orlando had felt Viggo’s eyes on him all night. It was hard not to, especially when he himself kept looking at Viggo when he hoped no one was looking. Their new Ranger was such a melting pot of different things…strength, humor, intelligence, emotion. Sexiness, Orlando thought to himself. Don’t forget sexiness.
“Oi, I have an idea.” Billy slammed his mug down. “Let’s see who can seduce someone the fastest.”
“Like a stranger, or one of us,” Elijah said, eager to join in the game.
“Are you even old enough to play a game like this?” Sean Bean asked, earning the finger from Elijah.
“Let Orli go first. I bet he could teach us a few tricks,” Dom said. Orlando blushed. It wasn’t his fault that women fell over his shy smile and lithe body.
“Nah. Not interested.”
“C’mon, Orli. Give us a few of your lines. Elijah will take notes,” Billy said. Elijah kicked him.
“Not interested,” Orlando said. “Did I stutter?”
“Let me go first. What are the rules?” Viggo asked. Everyone turned to stare at him.
“Well, uh,” Billy said, surprised. “You have to see how long it takes you to get someone to leave with you. Whoever does it in the least amount of time, wins.”
“I see.” Viggo rubbed at his beard for a moment. He finished his beer and stood up.
“This should be fucking interesting,” Dom murmured.
“Aye,” Sean said, staring at Viggo.
Viggo pushed his chair back and looked around the room. He then went to the bar and ordered a shot of something, downing it immediately. He turned back around, walked a few steps, then turned to their table. He went around it the long way, ending up between Elijah and Orlando. He held out his hand to Orlando.
“Come home with me.”
Orlando gulped in a breath, staring up at Viggo. Viggo’s face was devoid of emotion, but his eyes were gentle. Orlando swallowed deeply. “Good night, boys.” He took Viggo’s hand, allowing Viggo to lead him out of the bar.
And that had been the beginning. It had started with a night of passionate sex, but the next day it had turned into a cozy getting-to-know-you session that lasted the entire day off. After that, they were almost inseparable. Orlando groaned and buried his face in his pillow. How could he have been so blind? No one spent that much time together if it was “just” sex. No one. He finally fell asleep, dreaming of Viggo’s hands on his body that first night.
Orlando was drinking tea on the small balcony off the dining room when Emily appeared. “Mr. Bean is here, Mr. Bloom.”
“Really?” The cup clinked down on its saucer. “I didn’t expect him for a few days.”
“He’s out front, and asks that you help him with his things,” she said in obvious disapproval. “I told him you were taking your breakfast and he said that you should, and I quote, move your skinny arse out there.”
Orlando shook his head. “If the hobbits…I mean, if my friends get up, please send them out here for breakfast, okay?”
“Of course, Mr. Bloom.”
Orlando slid his feet into his sandals, grumbling at Beanie under his breath. Just because he had decided to turn his life around and stop being a stuck up prick didn’t mean Beanie could order him around.
He opened the front door. “Beanie, what is so important that you can’t…” Orlando stared at the rental car in the drive. “…do it yourself,” he finished weakly, looking at Viggo, who seemed just as shocked to see him.
rating: nc17 eventually
disclaimer: not mine not true all made up
MY CONFESSION
Eleven
Orlando downed the rest of his beer and stood, smiling at the triumvirate entering the airport bar. “You all survived.”
“No thanks to Billy,” Elijah grumbled. “He’s been nothing but a pest since last Tuesday.” Elijah accepted Orlando’s hug.
“Ya had to start drinking to hang with us, then?” Billy said, motioning to Orlando’s empty glass.
“No, I just…I couldn’t wait out there.” Orlando had the grace to blush. “I get mobbed sometimes. Not ALL the time, but it’s really starting to freak me out.” He studied his toes. “I didn’t want this time together to get ruined from the get go.”
“It’s okay, Orli.” Dom squeezed his shoulder. “We understand that you’re now an official pin-up boy, and that all the birds want a piece of your pretty.”
“Fuck off,” Orlando said, but couldn’t keep the smile from his face. “Hey, if you don’t mind sticking around town a bit, Beanie’s back in the city, and Eric Bana’s still here. Eric went ahead and made a reservation in his hotel’s dining room…thought the five of us could have dinner?”
“Sounds good,” Elijah said. “As long as we can park our shit somewhere.”
“I have a key to Eric’s suite,” Orlando said, leading the way out of the bar. “You can drop everything there…shower, too, if you want.”
Orlando and the Hobbits were sitting in Eric’s living room, talking over top of one another, when Eric opened the door, cell phone tucked between his shoulder and his cheek. “Yeah, I understand. I know.” He nodded at Orlando and gave the other men a warm smile. “Okay. Love you, too. Bye.” He hung up and rolled his eyes. “I love her to death, but sometimes I’m glad I have to be a continent or two away from her.”
“One of the many reasons I am still single,” Elijah said.
“Bullshit,” Dom replied. “No one’s dumb enough to get involved with you.”
Elijah tackled and they rolled to the floor. “Hello, Eric,” Billy said, holding out his hand to Eric and ignoring the pair on the floor. “Nice to see ya again.”
“You, too, Billy.” Eric shook the hand and looked at Orlando. “Speaking of significant others…”
“Eric,” Orlando warned.
“What’s this?” Eric tossed a tabloid onto the coffee table. Elijah and Dom stopped wrestling.
Dom leaned up on one arm so he could see the table. “Bloom to wed longtime flame Kate Bosworth,” he read out loud.
“What? Oh, fuck, not again.” Orlando grabbed the paper and flipped through it. “She said she’d make sure they didn’t do this shit again. Every other month we’re engaged, and she doesn’t quite do much to stop the rumors.”
“Are you?” Eric asked softly. “Engaged, I mean.”
“Hell, no!” Orlando glared up at his friend. “I think the fact that I’m fucking queer should be your first clue.”
“It probably would help your career if you were out there as a straight, married man,” Eric pointed out.
Even Elijah stared at him. “Where are ya going with this?” Billy asked.
Eric shrugged. “Just wondering which was more important, your love life or your career. I know that mostly it’s the second…”
“Fuck off, Eric.” Orlando stomped off to the bathroom. Eric watched him, grinning.
“I’m gonna go shower and call Sean.” He went to the bedroom, leaving the others to stare at the closed door.
“I thought you knew I was trying to change,” Orlando said quietly to Eric as they waited for Sean in the hotel restaurant.
“I do know that.” Eric sipped at his water. “I was just wondering, that’s all. I know you’re a bit testy about your career and how you look.”
“No, I’m not.” Orlando stared at Eric. “What’s going on? I thought you were on my side.”
“I am on your side, Orli, it’s just…you and Kate should just break up once and for all. She knows you’re gay, right?”
“Yes. I told her immediately…didn’t want to lead her along.”
“Well, just get her to announce that you’re breaking up with her…she can do it in a way that makes her look good.” Eric put a hand on his shoulder. “I want the best for you, mate. You’re doing your best to change your life around, and be more of what you know you are. Why live that lie?”
“I don’t know if I can come out like that, Eric.”
“I didn’t say come out. I said don’t live a lie,” Eric corrected, smiling over Orlando’s shoulder at Sean, who was approaching the table.
“Sorry I’m late. Bit o’traffic,” Sean said, falling into a chair between Eric and Elijah and dropping his napkin into his lap.
The group fell into casual conversation as they gave their order and later ate their food. “Hey, Sean. Why don’t you come out to the house later in the week? You don’t care, do you, Orli?” Elijah asked with his mouth full.
“Of course not. I love the fact that we can get together like this, like old times.” Orlando pushed his pasta around on his plate, thinking back to many nights spent with these men in New Zealand. Eric smiled, not feeling a bit left out.
“Not quite old times. No Ian, no John,” Billy said.
“No Viggo,” Dom added, earning a kick from Eric. “What?”
“So, we have some news for you,” Billy said, glaring at Dom. “We signed a contract yesterday.” He named a studio that made them all gasp.
“Oh, Bills, that’s amazing,” Orli said, holding up his wine glass. “Congratulations.”
“The part is still yours, Orli, if you want it,” Dom said. “We won’t start filming any time soon, but if you want it, we won’t even bother testing anyone else.”
“I’d love it.” Orlando laughed nervously. “It scares me to death, but it’s a fantastic part. Thanks, guys, for giving me a second chance.”
“To second chances,” Eric said suddenly, raising his glass. Everyone else chorused in and raised theirs as well.
Billy, Dom and Elijah all fell asleep during the ride back to Orlando’s house. He smiled, surprised that they could ever run out of steam. He got them awake enough to struggle into the house and to the guestrooms, then stopped by the kitchen, asking a few of the servants to bring up the bags and leave them in the hall outside the bedrooms. He himself took a long hot shower and climbed into bed, fully intent on getting a good night’s sleep. Sleep, however, was not quick to come.
Orlando had felt Viggo’s eyes on him all night. It was hard not to, especially when he himself kept looking at Viggo when he hoped no one was looking. Their new Ranger was such a melting pot of different things…strength, humor, intelligence, emotion. Sexiness, Orlando thought to himself. Don’t forget sexiness.
“Oi, I have an idea.” Billy slammed his mug down. “Let’s see who can seduce someone the fastest.”
“Like a stranger, or one of us,” Elijah said, eager to join in the game.
“Are you even old enough to play a game like this?” Sean Bean asked, earning the finger from Elijah.
“Let Orli go first. I bet he could teach us a few tricks,” Dom said. Orlando blushed. It wasn’t his fault that women fell over his shy smile and lithe body.
“Nah. Not interested.”
“C’mon, Orli. Give us a few of your lines. Elijah will take notes,” Billy said. Elijah kicked him.
“Not interested,” Orlando said. “Did I stutter?”
“Let me go first. What are the rules?” Viggo asked. Everyone turned to stare at him.
“Well, uh,” Billy said, surprised. “You have to see how long it takes you to get someone to leave with you. Whoever does it in the least amount of time, wins.”
“I see.” Viggo rubbed at his beard for a moment. He finished his beer and stood up.
“This should be fucking interesting,” Dom murmured.
“Aye,” Sean said, staring at Viggo.
Viggo pushed his chair back and looked around the room. He then went to the bar and ordered a shot of something, downing it immediately. He turned back around, walked a few steps, then turned to their table. He went around it the long way, ending up between Elijah and Orlando. He held out his hand to Orlando.
“Come home with me.”
Orlando gulped in a breath, staring up at Viggo. Viggo’s face was devoid of emotion, but his eyes were gentle. Orlando swallowed deeply. “Good night, boys.” He took Viggo’s hand, allowing Viggo to lead him out of the bar.
And that had been the beginning. It had started with a night of passionate sex, but the next day it had turned into a cozy getting-to-know-you session that lasted the entire day off. After that, they were almost inseparable. Orlando groaned and buried his face in his pillow. How could he have been so blind? No one spent that much time together if it was “just” sex. No one. He finally fell asleep, dreaming of Viggo’s hands on his body that first night.
Orlando was drinking tea on the small balcony off the dining room when Emily appeared. “Mr. Bean is here, Mr. Bloom.”
“Really?” The cup clinked down on its saucer. “I didn’t expect him for a few days.”
“He’s out front, and asks that you help him with his things,” she said in obvious disapproval. “I told him you were taking your breakfast and he said that you should, and I quote, move your skinny arse out there.”
Orlando shook his head. “If the hobbits…I mean, if my friends get up, please send them out here for breakfast, okay?”
“Of course, Mr. Bloom.”
Orlando slid his feet into his sandals, grumbling at Beanie under his breath. Just because he had decided to turn his life around and stop being a stuck up prick didn’t mean Beanie could order him around.
He opened the front door. “Beanie, what is so important that you can’t…” Orlando stared at the rental car in the drive. “…do it yourself,” he finished weakly, looking at Viggo, who seemed just as shocked to see him.
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Date: 2005-10-07 03:04 pm (UTC)“Come home with me.”
*bounces* *gg* *bounces some more*
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Date: 2005-10-07 10:04 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-10-08 12:34 am (UTC)Love Eric telling Orli to not live a lie
Love how VIggo took Orli home -- no preamble, just "come home with me."
Love that both are shocked to see the other
Love the whole darn thing.
*hugs* rb
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Date: 2005-10-08 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 03:01 pm (UTC)