City of London, Part 12.
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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 eleven parts.
Orlando wasn’t in school Monday. And he wasn’t there on Tuesday. Wednesday morning when Elijah saw Orlando for the first time since speaking with him on the phone, he felt a mixture of relief and dread.
“I tried to call you back.”
“I know.” Orlando fiddled with his books before choosing one and stowing the rest in his locker.
“I shouldn’t have done that over the phone like that. I’m sorry. There’s so much going on right now- you have to understand what this is like for me. I’m in a new country, in a new school, and I’m not handling it well. I think the tie is cutting of the blood flow to my brain or something.”
“Please don’t tell me you want to be mates, Sherm.”
“I don’t. I mean, I do, but I want to be more than that, even though-”
“You’re the one that ended it, mate, not me.” Orlando slung his carry-all over his shoulder, and clicked the locker door shut. “I don’t even think you know what you want. And I sure as fuck don’t.”
“I want-” Elijah began, but hesitated. What did he want? “Look, Dominic loves you. You love him. Don’t try to deny it, because I can see it. And as long as I’m here and we’re, well, whatever we are, he’s going to make my life a living hell. I like you- a lot- but I need to do what I came here to do, and it wasn’t to find a boyfriend, fall in love, and live happily ever after. And it sure as hell wasn’t to go home in a box because I found the wrong boyfriend.”
“I’m sorry I’m making your life so bloody miserable.” Orlando moved past Elijah and started down the corridor. Halfway down, he turned back to see Elijah sitting against the lockers, his head resting on his folded arms.
**
The phone rang, and Mrs Watson answered. “He’s doing his school work, love. I’ll fetch him.” She set the phone on the table and went to Elijah’s room. “Orlando’s rung for you, dear.”
“Would you tell him- never mind. Thank you, I’ll be right there.” Elijah breathed in deeply and went to get the phone.
“Can I come round, Sherm? I’m bored out of my skull, and seeing as how I have no mates, I didn’t know who else to talk to.” There was a brief moment of silence on the line. “And I have something for you.”
“Yeah, okay. I was just finishing up with an assignment, but it’s not due until Friday.” When Elijah hung up, his palms were sweaty. He was suddenly nervous to see Orlando, and he didn’t understand why.
**
“Here.” Orlando presented Elijah with a small, flatish box. “Don’t open it until you leave for home. Promise?”
“That’s a long time from now, and my curiosity will kill me.”
“Promise,” Orlando said again, “or I’ll take it back.”
Elijah sighed. Orlando was exasperating. “Fine. I promise. Now what do you want to do?”
“I just wanted to see you, is all. Okay, that’s not all, but there’s nothing for that, is there?”
“Get in here, wanker.”
“That doesn’t sound right coming from your mouth, you know.” Orlando grinned, and Elijah could feel his resolve melting. “My name, on the other hand-”
“Oh, God. You’re an idiot.”
**
Elijah moved his textbooks from his bed to the floor and sat down. He motioned for Orlando to join him. His heart was beating hard in his chest, and his palms were still damp. He was terrified that Orlando would try to make a move, and terrified that he wouldn’t.
“Sherm,” Orlando said after what seemed like an eternity, “I was thinking.” He cleared his throat. “About what you said, and I wanted to apologise for putting you in the position you’re in.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not your fault. I let my hormones get the better of me, and if it hadn’t been you, it would have been someone else.” Elijah realised that was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left his lips. A split second later, he felt a sharp sting as Orlando’s flat hand connected with the side of his face. “You hit me,” was all he could say.
“Yeah. Wow.” Orlando was as stunned as Elijah. He studied his reddened palm for a few seconds, then looked up to see Elijah rubbing his cheek and trying not laugh.
“Dude. You bitch-slapped me.” Elijah burst out laughing, and Orlando followed suit.
“I can’t believe I did that. You want me to kiss it better?”
“Orly-”
“I’m taking the piss, man.”
“No you’re not.” Elijah could feel the tension between them, and the air in the room grew heavy once again. “You’re not.”
“I can’t let you go, Sherm. You’re really all I’ve got.” Orlando looked down at his hand again. “I mean, aside from my family, but that’s slightly illegal and quite disgusting.”
“What are you going to do when I’m gone?”
“I’ll have to wash my own hair, for starters. Bloody hell, Elijah, I don’t know. I haven’t thought that out.”
“We’re just kids, you know. Kids don’t need this much crap in their lives. We’ve got time for crap later.”
“So, let’s just have fun now, yeah? I like you. You like me. Let’s have loads of fun sex and forget about all the crap. We don’t even have to talk about it after.”
Orlando reached out and touched the spot on Elijah’s face where his hand had connected. It was still pink. Elijah leant into the touch and let Orlando guide their mouths together. It had only been a week, but Elijah had missed Orlando’s kiss. He’d missed the way Orlando’s tongue rolled around his own, and he had missed the firm press of Orlando’s hand on the back of his head. Elijah let Orlando’s other hand find its way to the button of his trousers and he responded in kind, freeing Orlando from the confines of his denims.
**
Things had gotten back to normal as far as Elijah and Orlando were concerned, and Thursday morning was the first morning Elijah hadn’t dreaded getting out of bed since the confrontation with Dom and Nicky. He actually looked forward to going to school and seeing Orlando. He was high on life at the moment, as corny as that sounded, and he doubted even the likes of Dominic Monaghan could bring him down.
As much as he fought it, he was in love. And that was even cornier.
In love with a boy who was in love with another boy who was in love with him but wouldn’t admit it. Jerry Springer would be proud.
**
Elijah rounded the corner to see Dom standing in front of his locker. He braced himself for the inevitable, and continued down the hall. Euphoria was replaced with fear, and fear gave way to sheer terror as Dominic started walking his way. Against his survival instincts, he did not turn and run.
“Wood,” Dom said when the two were within earshot if one another, and seeing Elijah’s face pale, added, “I’m not going to hit you, mate. I want to ask you something.”
Elijah swallowed the lump in his throat. “What?”
“Do you care about him?”
“You’ve got a nerve asking that. You torment and torture him, and you ask me if I care about him? Balls of steel, man.”
“I want to know.” Dom’s voice was quiet, and it sounded different than Elijah had ever heard. “It’s just that-”
“Get fucked.” Elijah no longer felt afraid, but angry. The adrenaline rushing through his veins was making his hands shake.
“He was mine before he was yours, you fucking Yankee cunt. And he’ll be mine when you’re gone.” Dominic was trying to sound threatening, but Elijah detected something else in his voice. “Don’t forget that.”
Go to Part Thirteen.
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 eleven parts.
Orlando wasn’t in school Monday. And he wasn’t there on Tuesday. Wednesday morning when Elijah saw Orlando for the first time since speaking with him on the phone, he felt a mixture of relief and dread.
“I tried to call you back.”
“I know.” Orlando fiddled with his books before choosing one and stowing the rest in his locker.
“I shouldn’t have done that over the phone like that. I’m sorry. There’s so much going on right now- you have to understand what this is like for me. I’m in a new country, in a new school, and I’m not handling it well. I think the tie is cutting of the blood flow to my brain or something.”
“Please don’t tell me you want to be mates, Sherm.”
“I don’t. I mean, I do, but I want to be more than that, even though-”
“You’re the one that ended it, mate, not me.” Orlando slung his carry-all over his shoulder, and clicked the locker door shut. “I don’t even think you know what you want. And I sure as fuck don’t.”
“I want-” Elijah began, but hesitated. What did he want? “Look, Dominic loves you. You love him. Don’t try to deny it, because I can see it. And as long as I’m here and we’re, well, whatever we are, he’s going to make my life a living hell. I like you- a lot- but I need to do what I came here to do, and it wasn’t to find a boyfriend, fall in love, and live happily ever after. And it sure as hell wasn’t to go home in a box because I found the wrong boyfriend.”
“I’m sorry I’m making your life so bloody miserable.” Orlando moved past Elijah and started down the corridor. Halfway down, he turned back to see Elijah sitting against the lockers, his head resting on his folded arms.
**
The phone rang, and Mrs Watson answered. “He’s doing his school work, love. I’ll fetch him.” She set the phone on the table and went to Elijah’s room. “Orlando’s rung for you, dear.”
“Would you tell him- never mind. Thank you, I’ll be right there.” Elijah breathed in deeply and went to get the phone.
“Can I come round, Sherm? I’m bored out of my skull, and seeing as how I have no mates, I didn’t know who else to talk to.” There was a brief moment of silence on the line. “And I have something for you.”
“Yeah, okay. I was just finishing up with an assignment, but it’s not due until Friday.” When Elijah hung up, his palms were sweaty. He was suddenly nervous to see Orlando, and he didn’t understand why.
**
“Here.” Orlando presented Elijah with a small, flatish box. “Don’t open it until you leave for home. Promise?”
“That’s a long time from now, and my curiosity will kill me.”
“Promise,” Orlando said again, “or I’ll take it back.”
Elijah sighed. Orlando was exasperating. “Fine. I promise. Now what do you want to do?”
“I just wanted to see you, is all. Okay, that’s not all, but there’s nothing for that, is there?”
“Get in here, wanker.”
“That doesn’t sound right coming from your mouth, you know.” Orlando grinned, and Elijah could feel his resolve melting. “My name, on the other hand-”
“Oh, God. You’re an idiot.”
**
Elijah moved his textbooks from his bed to the floor and sat down. He motioned for Orlando to join him. His heart was beating hard in his chest, and his palms were still damp. He was terrified that Orlando would try to make a move, and terrified that he wouldn’t.
“Sherm,” Orlando said after what seemed like an eternity, “I was thinking.” He cleared his throat. “About what you said, and I wanted to apologise for putting you in the position you’re in.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not your fault. I let my hormones get the better of me, and if it hadn’t been you, it would have been someone else.” Elijah realised that was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left his lips. A split second later, he felt a sharp sting as Orlando’s flat hand connected with the side of his face. “You hit me,” was all he could say.
“Yeah. Wow.” Orlando was as stunned as Elijah. He studied his reddened palm for a few seconds, then looked up to see Elijah rubbing his cheek and trying not laugh.
“Dude. You bitch-slapped me.” Elijah burst out laughing, and Orlando followed suit.
“I can’t believe I did that. You want me to kiss it better?”
“Orly-”
“I’m taking the piss, man.”
“No you’re not.” Elijah could feel the tension between them, and the air in the room grew heavy once again. “You’re not.”
“I can’t let you go, Sherm. You’re really all I’ve got.” Orlando looked down at his hand again. “I mean, aside from my family, but that’s slightly illegal and quite disgusting.”
“What are you going to do when I’m gone?”
“I’ll have to wash my own hair, for starters. Bloody hell, Elijah, I don’t know. I haven’t thought that out.”
“We’re just kids, you know. Kids don’t need this much crap in their lives. We’ve got time for crap later.”
“So, let’s just have fun now, yeah? I like you. You like me. Let’s have loads of fun sex and forget about all the crap. We don’t even have to talk about it after.”
Orlando reached out and touched the spot on Elijah’s face where his hand had connected. It was still pink. Elijah leant into the touch and let Orlando guide their mouths together. It had only been a week, but Elijah had missed Orlando’s kiss. He’d missed the way Orlando’s tongue rolled around his own, and he had missed the firm press of Orlando’s hand on the back of his head. Elijah let Orlando’s other hand find its way to the button of his trousers and he responded in kind, freeing Orlando from the confines of his denims.
**
Things had gotten back to normal as far as Elijah and Orlando were concerned, and Thursday morning was the first morning Elijah hadn’t dreaded getting out of bed since the confrontation with Dom and Nicky. He actually looked forward to going to school and seeing Orlando. He was high on life at the moment, as corny as that sounded, and he doubted even the likes of Dominic Monaghan could bring him down.
As much as he fought it, he was in love. And that was even cornier.
In love with a boy who was in love with another boy who was in love with him but wouldn’t admit it. Jerry Springer would be proud.
**
Elijah rounded the corner to see Dom standing in front of his locker. He braced himself for the inevitable, and continued down the hall. Euphoria was replaced with fear, and fear gave way to sheer terror as Dominic started walking his way. Against his survival instincts, he did not turn and run.
“Wood,” Dom said when the two were within earshot if one another, and seeing Elijah’s face pale, added, “I’m not going to hit you, mate. I want to ask you something.”
Elijah swallowed the lump in his throat. “What?”
“Do you care about him?”
“You’ve got a nerve asking that. You torment and torture him, and you ask me if I care about him? Balls of steel, man.”
“I want to know.” Dom’s voice was quiet, and it sounded different than Elijah had ever heard. “It’s just that-”
“Get fucked.” Elijah no longer felt afraid, but angry. The adrenaline rushing through his veins was making his hands shake.
“He was mine before he was yours, you fucking Yankee cunt. And he’ll be mine when you’re gone.” Dominic was trying to sound threatening, but Elijah detected something else in his voice. “Don’t forget that.”
Go to Part Thirteen.
