City of London, Part 8.
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seethingheathenTitle: 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 seven parts.
**
Sometime in the night, Elijah woke to find himself alone in a strange bed. It took a few moments to process where he was, and that he shouldn’t, in fact, be alone. He was about to call Orlando’s name when he heard voices in the hall just outside the bedroom.
“-understand, love, but I don’t want to see you go through that again.”
“I know, and I’ll be careful this time.” The door opened a crack, and dim light from the hall seeped in. “I promise.” When the door opened completely, Elijah closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. When the door was shut again, and the room shrouded in midnight darkness, Elijah whispered Orlando’s name.
“Orly?”
“The one and only.” The bed dipped as Orlando sat down on it. Elijah ran his fingers up Orlando’s back, and Orlando shivered.
“I want to know everything about you.”
“Well, for starters, I should tell you that if you touch me like that again, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
“I’m serious.” Elijah sat up and leant against the headboard, and Orlando swung his legs up on the bed and scooted next to him.
“I know,” Orlando sighed, before pulling the duvet over his legs. “But I’m tired, so you can ask one question.”
“Are you in love with Dominic?”
“No.”
Elijah waited for Orlando to elaborate, but he just slid down under the duvet and closed his eyes. “Is that it?”
“I said one question, and that was one.”
“Fine. I’m not going to ask any more about you, because I don’t want to know. If you want to be a big secret, that’s your business.” Elijah threw back the duvet and nearly jumped off of the bed. “Save the drama for someone else.” He took his trousers from the back of the desk chair and started to put them on. Orlando didn’t open his eyes. “I don’t have the patience to play this stupid fucking game with you.”
“I’m not in love with Dom. Anymore.” Elijah stopped and waited for Orlando, who was now propped on one elbow, to continue. “We were best mates- we did everything together from the very first day he came to our school. We were fourteen; I’d been there for three years at the time, and so I sort of helped him find his way.
I knew since I was maybe ten or eleven that I rather fancied the boys over the girls, and fuck if I didn’t fancy the pants right off of Dom. He was my first real kiss and my first headjob, and I thought we’d never be apart. Then, one day last summer, we were in his room- supposed to be playing video games, but not, if you follow- and his dad walked in.” Orlando laughed nervously, as if he expected Dom’s father to come walking in at any moment. “I suppose it’s not easy to see your son with his willy up his best mate’s bum. I ended up with a broken nose and two cracked ribs over that one.”
“His dad hit you?” Elijah was incredulous. He stood there with one leg in his trousers and one leg out, just staring at Orlando.
“He did. And he told Dom that if he ever so much as heard my name in the house again, Dom would get the same. Ever since, Dom’s treated me like the plague, and fucked me up a few times just to make himself feel better. For disappointing his old man, I reckon.”
“So you never called the cops or anything?”
“You’re kidding, right? And say what? ‘Oh, excuse me, I’ve gotten the shit kicked out of me for being a poofter, can you help? Oh, and lovely hat, by the by.’”
“Poofter, huh?” Elijah took the one trouser leg off and sat down in the desk chair. “But really, you should have pressed charges.”
“Would have made it worse, really. Dom’s spread it round the school that I like it up the arse, but he’s managed to leave out the fact that he was the one giving it to me. And I imagine that when we’re older, we might be mates again; but for now, I’ll just leave it. So don’t go doing anything heroic, okay, Sherm?”
“I won’t. That’s between you and Dom. I just wanted to know, that’s all.”
“Now that you know, can we get past it and worry about what happens to us?”
“Will you hang the pictures back up on your walls?”
“When did you see those?” Orlando’s tone was annoyed.
“The first time I came over. Why did you take them down?”
“Fuck’s sake, man! You’ve got no concept of privacy, do you?”
“I didn’t go looking for them, I found them by accident.” Elijah gestured to the spot beneath Orlando’s bed where the posters lay. “I bent to tie my shoe, and there they were.”
“I took them down so you didn’t think I liked looking at men.”
“But you do,” Elijah drew out, furrowing his brow.
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t want you to kn-”
“I knew.”
“You knew?”
“Yep.”
“How?”
“Dom told me.”
“Huh.”
**
It was nearly noon when Orlando’s mother pushed open his bedroom door. She stood looking at the sleeping boys for a moment before seeing two pair of boxers lying discarded on the floor. Her cheeks turned pink, and she snapped her eyes shut. “Wakey-wakey now,” she said loudly before leaving the room.
Go to Part Nine.
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 seven parts.
**
Sometime in the night, Elijah woke to find himself alone in a strange bed. It took a few moments to process where he was, and that he shouldn’t, in fact, be alone. He was about to call Orlando’s name when he heard voices in the hall just outside the bedroom.
“-understand, love, but I don’t want to see you go through that again.”
“I know, and I’ll be careful this time.” The door opened a crack, and dim light from the hall seeped in. “I promise.” When the door opened completely, Elijah closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. When the door was shut again, and the room shrouded in midnight darkness, Elijah whispered Orlando’s name.
“Orly?”
“The one and only.” The bed dipped as Orlando sat down on it. Elijah ran his fingers up Orlando’s back, and Orlando shivered.
“I want to know everything about you.”
“Well, for starters, I should tell you that if you touch me like that again, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
“I’m serious.” Elijah sat up and leant against the headboard, and Orlando swung his legs up on the bed and scooted next to him.
“I know,” Orlando sighed, before pulling the duvet over his legs. “But I’m tired, so you can ask one question.”
“Are you in love with Dominic?”
“No.”
Elijah waited for Orlando to elaborate, but he just slid down under the duvet and closed his eyes. “Is that it?”
“I said one question, and that was one.”
“Fine. I’m not going to ask any more about you, because I don’t want to know. If you want to be a big secret, that’s your business.” Elijah threw back the duvet and nearly jumped off of the bed. “Save the drama for someone else.” He took his trousers from the back of the desk chair and started to put them on. Orlando didn’t open his eyes. “I don’t have the patience to play this stupid fucking game with you.”
“I’m not in love with Dom. Anymore.” Elijah stopped and waited for Orlando, who was now propped on one elbow, to continue. “We were best mates- we did everything together from the very first day he came to our school. We were fourteen; I’d been there for three years at the time, and so I sort of helped him find his way.
I knew since I was maybe ten or eleven that I rather fancied the boys over the girls, and fuck if I didn’t fancy the pants right off of Dom. He was my first real kiss and my first headjob, and I thought we’d never be apart. Then, one day last summer, we were in his room- supposed to be playing video games, but not, if you follow- and his dad walked in.” Orlando laughed nervously, as if he expected Dom’s father to come walking in at any moment. “I suppose it’s not easy to see your son with his willy up his best mate’s bum. I ended up with a broken nose and two cracked ribs over that one.”
“His dad hit you?” Elijah was incredulous. He stood there with one leg in his trousers and one leg out, just staring at Orlando.
“He did. And he told Dom that if he ever so much as heard my name in the house again, Dom would get the same. Ever since, Dom’s treated me like the plague, and fucked me up a few times just to make himself feel better. For disappointing his old man, I reckon.”
“So you never called the cops or anything?”
“You’re kidding, right? And say what? ‘Oh, excuse me, I’ve gotten the shit kicked out of me for being a poofter, can you help? Oh, and lovely hat, by the by.’”
“Poofter, huh?” Elijah took the one trouser leg off and sat down in the desk chair. “But really, you should have pressed charges.”
“Would have made it worse, really. Dom’s spread it round the school that I like it up the arse, but he’s managed to leave out the fact that he was the one giving it to me. And I imagine that when we’re older, we might be mates again; but for now, I’ll just leave it. So don’t go doing anything heroic, okay, Sherm?”
“I won’t. That’s between you and Dom. I just wanted to know, that’s all.”
“Now that you know, can we get past it and worry about what happens to us?”
“Will you hang the pictures back up on your walls?”
“When did you see those?” Orlando’s tone was annoyed.
“The first time I came over. Why did you take them down?”
“Fuck’s sake, man! You’ve got no concept of privacy, do you?”
“I didn’t go looking for them, I found them by accident.” Elijah gestured to the spot beneath Orlando’s bed where the posters lay. “I bent to tie my shoe, and there they were.”
“I took them down so you didn’t think I liked looking at men.”
“But you do,” Elijah drew out, furrowing his brow.
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t want you to kn-”
“I knew.”
“You knew?”
“Yep.”
“How?”
“Dom told me.”
“Huh.”
**
It was nearly noon when Orlando’s mother pushed open his bedroom door. She stood looking at the sleeping boys for a moment before seeing two pair of boxers lying discarded on the floor. Her cheeks turned pink, and she snapped her eyes shut. “Wakey-wakey now,” she said loudly before leaving the room.
Go to Part Nine.
