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Fic: City of London, Part 5.
Title: City of London
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
limeysugar.
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-13 for language and innuendo.
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction.
Author's Notes I: SQUICK ALERT! In the UK, the age of consent is 16. This story takes place in the last year of school for the boys (who in the series are the same age.), which makes them 17, almost 18. I am well aware that some people will not read anything wherein the characters are under the age of 18, hence the warning. There will be no descriptive sex, just angst, innuendo, and salty language. If this bothers you, don't read it. Simple as that.
Author's Notes II: Heavily inspired by the recent AU school fics bymarrymemerry and deleerium, and by the film Get Real. If you haven't seen it, do.
Read the first four parts.
**
“He isn’t here,” Orlando’s mother said, holding the door open. “I’ll give him his things when he does get home. He must have had to walk.” Elijah thought for a moment; she was probably telling the truth. Without his Oystercard and his money, Orly would have no other way to get home.
“Thank you, Mrs Bloom. And thank you again for the dinner last night. It was really good.”
She smiled. “You’re very welcome, Elijah. Come back anytime, now.” She closed the door and Elijah turned to leave. He hadn’t realised Orlando was walking down his very street.
“Sherm.”
“I just brought your bag back.”
“Thanks. I’d better go inside before my mum wonders what’s become of me.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just have, so regardless of my answer I’ve been forced to listen to a question.” Orlando sighed. “Yes, go ahead, but I reserve the right to decline to answer.”
“Right, and you probably will.” Elijah stood there, staring at Orly.
“Had you planned on asking tonight, or were you going to wait until we both died of old age?”
“You were together, weren’t you?”
“Good night, Elijah.” Without another word, Orlando walked into his house.
**
“I trust you’ve all read your assignments,” Whittaker said. “Only those students who pass a quiz on the chapter will be allowed to participate in the lab I’ve got planned for Friday. After the quiz, you’ll choose your laboratory partners. Choose wisely; whomever you choose today will be your lab partner for the whole of the term.”
In all of his worrying about Orlando and Dom, Elijah had forgotten to read his biology text. “Shit,” he muttered.
“Pardon, Mr Wood?”
“Nothing, Mr Whittaker, sir.”
“Very well. However, Mr Wood, I suggest that in the future, you keep your ‘nothing’ to yourself.”
“Yes, sir.” The rest of the students sniggered, and when they quieted, Whittaker passed around the quizzes.
Elijah sat staring at his paper for a full five minutes. He hadn’t expected the test to be so hard; it was only the second day of the class. He began to doubt whether or not he was going to make it through his year at the school. He’d certainly have to put more time into his assignments if he were to have even half a chance at it. He decided he wasn’t going to waste anymore time trying to figure Orly out. He’d concluded, the previous night before falling asleep, that Orlando was the masochist to Dom’s sadist, and he wanted no part of anything like that.
“Ten minutes until pencils down.”
After the shortest ten minutes of Elijah’s life, he passed his paper forward. He’d ended up answering most of the questions, but he wasn’t sure how many he’d actually gotten correct.
“I will call each of your names, alphabetically. Please state the name of the student with whom you would like to be paired. Since there are exactly twenty of you, everyone will get a partner. We’ll start with you, Mr Adamson.” Whittaker pointed to a short, blond boy in the front row.
“Robert Smyth,” the boy called Adamson answered.
“Is that fine with you, Mr Smyth?”
“Yes, sir.” And the first pair was made. There were two more names called before Orlando’s, and Elijah hoped Orly’d choose him.
“Mr Bloom, who is your choice?”
“Elijah Wood,” Orlando said quietly, without looking back. Most everyone else in the class turned to look at Elijah, however, without bothering to hide their amusement.
“Mr Wood?”
“Yes, sir.” The student on his left batted his eyelashes.
**
“You looked through my things yesterday didn’t you?”
Caught completely off guard, Elijah could only stammer. “I- I just needed your address. To give your bookbag back.”
“I know, but last night I was rather peeved by it. You must have seen the pictures to have asked me about Dominic. Look, Sherm- ”
“I don’t want to know, okay?” Elijah put his hand up. “I’m pretty sure I failed that stupid quiz because I’ve spent more of the last two days worrying about you than doing my homework. And whatever weird shit you and Dom do is your own business.”
“Weird shit? You’ve got an imagination, I’ll give you that.” Orlando chuckled and shook his head. “Sick bastard. Yes, Dom is a complete wanker in school, but once we get home, the whips and chains come out.”
“Thanks for that mental picture. Remind me to pour bleach in my ear later so I can erase it.”
“Oh, you know you like to imagine Dom prancing around in black leather pants, smacking my arse with a riding crop. Bloody hell, that is a nice visual!”
“And I’m the sick bastard?” Elijah was glad to see Orlando acting this way with him again. “You want to come over tonight after school?”
“Have you got black leather pants and a riding crop?”
“Six pair, but no crop. House rules state that guests must supply their own instruments of torture.”
“Well, that’s no fun. But I suppose I can go anyway. We’ll have to make do with a drapery rod.” Orlando winked and walked away toward his Drama class, leaving Elijah obviously flustered.
“Shit.”
**
“Mrs Watson, this is Orlando. He’s my lab partner in Biology. Is it all right if we study in my room?”
“Certainly.” Mrs Watson smiled at Orlando. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“You as well, ma’am. Thank you.”
“Would you boys like a bit of something to eat? I’m about to put the tea on.”
“None for me, thanks, Mrs Watson. Orly?”
“Thank you, no, Mrs Watson. I’m positively stuffed. Had a big lunch, you know.”
“Very good then. If you change your minds, let me know.”
“All right, thank you,” Elijah answered before leading Orlando away to his bedroom.
**
Elijah looked up from his book to see Orlando staring at him. “What?”
“Do you still want to kiss me?” Elijah nodded. “Ever kissed a boy before?” Elijah nodded again. “Can you speak?” Elijah shook his head, and Orlando smiled and scooted across the floor to where he was sitting.
The first kiss was rather chaste, and after their lips briefly touched, Orlando rested his forehead against Elijah’s. “Orly?”
“Yeah, Sherm?” Orlando didn’t move his head. Elijah could feel Orlando’s breath on his nose and mouth; it was hot and it was making him hot.
“Here,” he said pushing his lips to Orlando’s; Orlando tilted his head slightly and pushed back. When Elijah felt Orlando’s tongue slip into his mouth, he put his hand on Orly’s head and fisted his hair. A few moments later, they separated and sat looking at one another.
“I should go now, really. My mum’ll have dinner on soon enough.”
“Eat here. Mrs Watson won’t mind.”
“I can’t ‘Lijah. I have to go. Walk with me to the Tube?”
“Sure.”
**
The two walked in silence along Sidmouth Street, and by the time they’d gotten to Gray’s Inn Road, they weren’t even walking together; Orlando was at least two steps ahead of Elijah. Finally, when they’d gotten to the King’s Cross Tube, Orlando said something. “You’re a fantastic kisser.”
Elijah blushed, certain someone had heard. “Uh, thanks, man. You too.”
“Right, then. I’ll be going. See you tomorrow.” Orlando glanced briefly around, then kissed Elijah quickly on the lips. “Bye.”
“Bye.” Inside, Elijah was dancing; outside, he was waving to Orlando’s back as he disappeared into the crowd of evening commuters.
Go to Part Six.
Author:
limeysugar.Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-13 for language and innuendo.
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction.
Author's Notes I: SQUICK ALERT! In the UK, the age of consent is 16. This story takes place in the last year of school for the boys (who in the series are the same age.), which makes them 17, almost 18. I am well aware that some people will not read anything wherein the characters are under the age of 18, hence the warning. There will be no descriptive sex, just angst, innuendo, and salty language. If this bothers you, don't read it. Simple as that.
Author's Notes II: Heavily inspired by the recent AU school fics by
marrymemerry and deleerium, and by the film Get Real. If you haven't seen it, do.Read the first four parts.
**
“He isn’t here,” Orlando’s mother said, holding the door open. “I’ll give him his things when he does get home. He must have had to walk.” Elijah thought for a moment; she was probably telling the truth. Without his Oystercard and his money, Orly would have no other way to get home.
“Thank you, Mrs Bloom. And thank you again for the dinner last night. It was really good.”
She smiled. “You’re very welcome, Elijah. Come back anytime, now.” She closed the door and Elijah turned to leave. He hadn’t realised Orlando was walking down his very street.
“Sherm.”
“I just brought your bag back.”
“Thanks. I’d better go inside before my mum wonders what’s become of me.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just have, so regardless of my answer I’ve been forced to listen to a question.” Orlando sighed. “Yes, go ahead, but I reserve the right to decline to answer.”
“Right, and you probably will.” Elijah stood there, staring at Orly.
“Had you planned on asking tonight, or were you going to wait until we both died of old age?”
“You were together, weren’t you?”
“Good night, Elijah.” Without another word, Orlando walked into his house.
**
“I trust you’ve all read your assignments,” Whittaker said. “Only those students who pass a quiz on the chapter will be allowed to participate in the lab I’ve got planned for Friday. After the quiz, you’ll choose your laboratory partners. Choose wisely; whomever you choose today will be your lab partner for the whole of the term.”
In all of his worrying about Orlando and Dom, Elijah had forgotten to read his biology text. “Shit,” he muttered.
“Pardon, Mr Wood?”
“Nothing, Mr Whittaker, sir.”
“Very well. However, Mr Wood, I suggest that in the future, you keep your ‘nothing’ to yourself.”
“Yes, sir.” The rest of the students sniggered, and when they quieted, Whittaker passed around the quizzes.
Elijah sat staring at his paper for a full five minutes. He hadn’t expected the test to be so hard; it was only the second day of the class. He began to doubt whether or not he was going to make it through his year at the school. He’d certainly have to put more time into his assignments if he were to have even half a chance at it. He decided he wasn’t going to waste anymore time trying to figure Orly out. He’d concluded, the previous night before falling asleep, that Orlando was the masochist to Dom’s sadist, and he wanted no part of anything like that.
“Ten minutes until pencils down.”
After the shortest ten minutes of Elijah’s life, he passed his paper forward. He’d ended up answering most of the questions, but he wasn’t sure how many he’d actually gotten correct.
“I will call each of your names, alphabetically. Please state the name of the student with whom you would like to be paired. Since there are exactly twenty of you, everyone will get a partner. We’ll start with you, Mr Adamson.” Whittaker pointed to a short, blond boy in the front row.
“Robert Smyth,” the boy called Adamson answered.
“Is that fine with you, Mr Smyth?”
“Yes, sir.” And the first pair was made. There were two more names called before Orlando’s, and Elijah hoped Orly’d choose him.
“Mr Bloom, who is your choice?”
“Elijah Wood,” Orlando said quietly, without looking back. Most everyone else in the class turned to look at Elijah, however, without bothering to hide their amusement.
“Mr Wood?”
“Yes, sir.” The student on his left batted his eyelashes.
**
“You looked through my things yesterday didn’t you?”
Caught completely off guard, Elijah could only stammer. “I- I just needed your address. To give your bookbag back.”
“I know, but last night I was rather peeved by it. You must have seen the pictures to have asked me about Dominic. Look, Sherm- ”
“I don’t want to know, okay?” Elijah put his hand up. “I’m pretty sure I failed that stupid quiz because I’ve spent more of the last two days worrying about you than doing my homework. And whatever weird shit you and Dom do is your own business.”
“Weird shit? You’ve got an imagination, I’ll give you that.” Orlando chuckled and shook his head. “Sick bastard. Yes, Dom is a complete wanker in school, but once we get home, the whips and chains come out.”
“Thanks for that mental picture. Remind me to pour bleach in my ear later so I can erase it.”
“Oh, you know you like to imagine Dom prancing around in black leather pants, smacking my arse with a riding crop. Bloody hell, that is a nice visual!”
“And I’m the sick bastard?” Elijah was glad to see Orlando acting this way with him again. “You want to come over tonight after school?”
“Have you got black leather pants and a riding crop?”
“Six pair, but no crop. House rules state that guests must supply their own instruments of torture.”
“Well, that’s no fun. But I suppose I can go anyway. We’ll have to make do with a drapery rod.” Orlando winked and walked away toward his Drama class, leaving Elijah obviously flustered.
“Shit.”
**
“Mrs Watson, this is Orlando. He’s my lab partner in Biology. Is it all right if we study in my room?”
“Certainly.” Mrs Watson smiled at Orlando. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“You as well, ma’am. Thank you.”
“Would you boys like a bit of something to eat? I’m about to put the tea on.”
“None for me, thanks, Mrs Watson. Orly?”
“Thank you, no, Mrs Watson. I’m positively stuffed. Had a big lunch, you know.”
“Very good then. If you change your minds, let me know.”
“All right, thank you,” Elijah answered before leading Orlando away to his bedroom.
**
Elijah looked up from his book to see Orlando staring at him. “What?”
“Do you still want to kiss me?” Elijah nodded. “Ever kissed a boy before?” Elijah nodded again. “Can you speak?” Elijah shook his head, and Orlando smiled and scooted across the floor to where he was sitting.
The first kiss was rather chaste, and after their lips briefly touched, Orlando rested his forehead against Elijah’s. “Orly?”
“Yeah, Sherm?” Orlando didn’t move his head. Elijah could feel Orlando’s breath on his nose and mouth; it was hot and it was making him hot.
“Here,” he said pushing his lips to Orlando’s; Orlando tilted his head slightly and pushed back. When Elijah felt Orlando’s tongue slip into his mouth, he put his hand on Orly’s head and fisted his hair. A few moments later, they separated and sat looking at one another.
“I should go now, really. My mum’ll have dinner on soon enough.”
“Eat here. Mrs Watson won’t mind.”
“I can’t ‘Lijah. I have to go. Walk with me to the Tube?”
“Sure.”
**
The two walked in silence along Sidmouth Street, and by the time they’d gotten to Gray’s Inn Road, they weren’t even walking together; Orlando was at least two steps ahead of Elijah. Finally, when they’d gotten to the King’s Cross Tube, Orlando said something. “You’re a fantastic kisser.”
Elijah blushed, certain someone had heard. “Uh, thanks, man. You too.”
“Right, then. I’ll be going. See you tomorrow.” Orlando glanced briefly around, then kissed Elijah quickly on the lips. “Bye.”
“Bye.” Inside, Elijah was dancing; outside, he was waving to Orlando’s back as he disappeared into the crowd of evening commuters.
Go to Part Six.