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City of London, Part 15.
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 fourteen parts.
The end of the term came fast for Elijah. He and Orlando had gotten to know one another quite well, and now that the Christmas holidays were approaching, he was running out of time to tell Orlando the bad news.
“My mom wants me home over Christmas.” Elijah slid his notebook over to Orlando and closed his maths text.
“Yeah, so? She misses you. And it’s Christmas.” Orlando didn’t even look up.
“To stay.”
That had been a fabulous conversation Elijah had had with his mother. It was three weeks ago, but he could still remember exactly what she had said. Waiting for Orlando to respond, he played it over in his head.
**
“I don’t think it’s right, Lijah.” He could hear Debbie take a long drag on her cigarette. When had she started up smoking again? “You seem to be spending so much time with those boys.”
“It’s a boys’ school, Mom. What do you expect?”
“I expect you not to be mouthy. And it isn’t as though you’re in school 24 hours a day, seven days a week. You’re a smart young man, and I’d hate to see you throw your life away chasing after something so, I don’t know- stupid. What you do now could affect the rest of your life. What if you wanted to make something of yourself, like be President? You think people would actually vote for someone who spent his teenage years giving blowjobs? It’ll all come back and bite you in the ass.”
“President? God, what is it with you? Who the hell says that?” Elijah paused. “And this isn’t 1952. And I don’t give blowjobs. I can’t believe you said that!”
“Watch your Goddamned mouth, Elijah Jordan, or I’ll have you on a ‘plane back here so fast, your head’ll swim.” Another long drag. “Maybe that’s what needs to happen. I think you need to be home with your family. Home where I can make sure you aren’t screwing up your life.”
“Forget it. I’m seventeen. I can do what I want, when I want, and you can’t say anything about it. What about Hannah? Or is she so perfect she doesn’t need you to look after her? I bet she’s giving a blowjob right now, and you don’t care because at least you know she isn’t, God-fucking-forbid, gay.” Elijah felt his face flush. He had never spoken this way to his mother, and he knew if she had been there, she would have slapped him. “I like it here. It’s good for me here. I’m doing well in my classes and I’m happy. Please don’t make me go home.”
“That’s it! You will not talk to me like that. I did my best to raise you right, and you’ve got the nerve to talk to me like that. Tell your little friend he’s going to have to look elsewhere, because you’re on your way back to California. I’ll buy the ticket first thing in the morning and send it to you. As soon as school is out for Christmas, you’ll be on your way back here.”
**
“Bloody hell. No, no, no. That’s not fair!” Orlando was shaking his head, his brown curls flopping over his ears.
“Stomp your foot a few times, will ya? Shit, Orly, I know it’s not fair. But I can’t do anything about it. She’s already sent my ticket. And besides, I’d be leaving eventually anyway. What were you going to do then?”
“Kick and scream and throw a proper tantrum, that’s what.” Orly fisted his hair and stared at Elijah across his kitchen table. “Come on, Sherm. There’s got to be something we can do. I mean, if we can deal with Spence and Dom, we can deal with your mum. Let me talk to her, yeah? I’ll tell her you’ve got me up the stick and we need to be married as soon as possible. It wouldn’t be fair to the baby if you just up and left.”
“Funny, dickhead. Tell her that, and she wouldn’t let me wait until Christmas. She’d come here herself and escort my ass home.”
“So, how long have you known this before finally telling me? It would have been nice to have more than a week to get all my goodbyes in. I’ve changed a lot since you came here. I wouldn’t be anywhere near the same person I am now if it hadn’t been for you.” Orlando leant over the pile of books and papers and kissed Elijah once, then twice. “We’ve got an hour before Mum and Sam are back from Sam’s footy practise. And it’s been three days since we’ve had time to do more than study for these blasted exams.”
**
“I’m going to miss this, Sherm. Fucking hell, I’m in love with you. Insanely, stupidly, girlishly in love with you.” Orly slid his hand over Elijah’s bare back as they lay in Orly’s bed, looking at one another. “You saved me. Christ, I am a girl. Listen to me carry on, yeah?”
“Yeah. You are ‘carrying on.’”
“See, now, that’s where you were meant to say you love me back, ya wanker.”
“I love you back, ya wanker.”
“Too late now, I don’t accept it.”
“You’re going to have to, cos I’m not taking it back.”
“I’d cry, but that’s not very manly. Thus proving my own point about my lack of- aw, hell. Now look what you’ve made me do.”
**
Saturdays were Elijah’s best days, because that’s when Orlando took him to places in London that weren’t in his Frommer’s. And his Frommer’s was rather thorough. Elijah had started his own guidebook, though, listing all the places two teenage boys could make out without drawing too much attention to themselves. This Saturday was different, however. This Saturday was going to be his last Saturday he had to spend with Orly. The two were meant to spend it clothes shopping so that Elijah would “have something proper and fashionable to wear” when he got back to Los Angeles, because “Yanks can’t dress for toffee. Except maybe New Yorkers.”
“I’ve got it, Sherm,” Orlando whispered so Mrs Watson wouldn’t hear. “We’ll tell your mum you’re seeing Sam and she’ll let you stay. Tell her you’ve had a marvellous epiphany and suddenly you love boobies.”
“I’ve got a better idea. Hang on.” Elijah got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen where his hostess was preparing lunch. “Mrs W? Can I talk to you for a minute? I need your help.”
**
“Well, that would certainly explain the inordinate amount of time you two spend together. But I’m a church-going woman, Elijah, and I know that it’s not my place to judge.” Mrs Watson shook her head, not altogether disapprovingly. “I don’t know what I can do for you.”
“Can you talk to her, and tell her that I’m taking school seriously and being responsible and-”
“Are you being responsible?”
“Huh?” Elijah was taken completely off guard, and Orlando sat there with his mouth hanging open.
“I’m old, not daft. I was young once, you know. I didn’t come into this world at the age of seventy-two.” Mrs Watson winked, and Orlando nearly choked.
“I, uh, wow. Yes. Responsible.” Every perception of old British women Elijah ever had suddenly flew out the window. “Very responsible.” Emphasis on the ‘very.’
“Very well, then. I’ll give it a go, but I don’t know that I’ll be able to change your mum’s way of thinking. You’re her son, and she only wants what’s best for you. I’ll give her a ring-” she checked her watch and silently pondered the time difference before going on. “In, oh, three hours. That’ll be late enough, I think. You’re a good chap, Elijah. Couldn’t have asked for a better houseguest.”
**
The next couple of hours were tense as Orlando and Elijah waited for Mrs Watson to ring Debbie and try to convince her Elijah was indeed a good chap, and deserved to complete his year abroad. She wouldn’t tell his mother that he was seeing Sam, however, because she refused to lie. If Debbie asked, the truth would be told, but no information on the subject was to be volunteered.
**
“I’m terribly sorry, love, but she would have none of it.” Mrs Watson sighed and shook her head. “I tried as best I could, but her mind’s made up. She wants you on that aeroplane Tuesday, and she’s not having it any other way.”
Go to Part Sixteen.
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 fourteen parts.
The end of the term came fast for Elijah. He and Orlando had gotten to know one another quite well, and now that the Christmas holidays were approaching, he was running out of time to tell Orlando the bad news.
“My mom wants me home over Christmas.” Elijah slid his notebook over to Orlando and closed his maths text.
“Yeah, so? She misses you. And it’s Christmas.” Orlando didn’t even look up.
“To stay.”
That had been a fabulous conversation Elijah had had with his mother. It was three weeks ago, but he could still remember exactly what she had said. Waiting for Orlando to respond, he played it over in his head.
**
“I don’t think it’s right, Lijah.” He could hear Debbie take a long drag on her cigarette. When had she started up smoking again? “You seem to be spending so much time with those boys.”
“It’s a boys’ school, Mom. What do you expect?”
“I expect you not to be mouthy. And it isn’t as though you’re in school 24 hours a day, seven days a week. You’re a smart young man, and I’d hate to see you throw your life away chasing after something so, I don’t know- stupid. What you do now could affect the rest of your life. What if you wanted to make something of yourself, like be President? You think people would actually vote for someone who spent his teenage years giving blowjobs? It’ll all come back and bite you in the ass.”
“President? God, what is it with you? Who the hell says that?” Elijah paused. “And this isn’t 1952. And I don’t give blowjobs. I can’t believe you said that!”
“Watch your Goddamned mouth, Elijah Jordan, or I’ll have you on a ‘plane back here so fast, your head’ll swim.” Another long drag. “Maybe that’s what needs to happen. I think you need to be home with your family. Home where I can make sure you aren’t screwing up your life.”
“Forget it. I’m seventeen. I can do what I want, when I want, and you can’t say anything about it. What about Hannah? Or is she so perfect she doesn’t need you to look after her? I bet she’s giving a blowjob right now, and you don’t care because at least you know she isn’t, God-fucking-forbid, gay.” Elijah felt his face flush. He had never spoken this way to his mother, and he knew if she had been there, she would have slapped him. “I like it here. It’s good for me here. I’m doing well in my classes and I’m happy. Please don’t make me go home.”
“That’s it! You will not talk to me like that. I did my best to raise you right, and you’ve got the nerve to talk to me like that. Tell your little friend he’s going to have to look elsewhere, because you’re on your way back to California. I’ll buy the ticket first thing in the morning and send it to you. As soon as school is out for Christmas, you’ll be on your way back here.”
**
“Bloody hell. No, no, no. That’s not fair!” Orlando was shaking his head, his brown curls flopping over his ears.
“Stomp your foot a few times, will ya? Shit, Orly, I know it’s not fair. But I can’t do anything about it. She’s already sent my ticket. And besides, I’d be leaving eventually anyway. What were you going to do then?”
“Kick and scream and throw a proper tantrum, that’s what.” Orly fisted his hair and stared at Elijah across his kitchen table. “Come on, Sherm. There’s got to be something we can do. I mean, if we can deal with Spence and Dom, we can deal with your mum. Let me talk to her, yeah? I’ll tell her you’ve got me up the stick and we need to be married as soon as possible. It wouldn’t be fair to the baby if you just up and left.”
“Funny, dickhead. Tell her that, and she wouldn’t let me wait until Christmas. She’d come here herself and escort my ass home.”
“So, how long have you known this before finally telling me? It would have been nice to have more than a week to get all my goodbyes in. I’ve changed a lot since you came here. I wouldn’t be anywhere near the same person I am now if it hadn’t been for you.” Orlando leant over the pile of books and papers and kissed Elijah once, then twice. “We’ve got an hour before Mum and Sam are back from Sam’s footy practise. And it’s been three days since we’ve had time to do more than study for these blasted exams.”
**
“I’m going to miss this, Sherm. Fucking hell, I’m in love with you. Insanely, stupidly, girlishly in love with you.” Orly slid his hand over Elijah’s bare back as they lay in Orly’s bed, looking at one another. “You saved me. Christ, I am a girl. Listen to me carry on, yeah?”
“Yeah. You are ‘carrying on.’”
“See, now, that’s where you were meant to say you love me back, ya wanker.”
“I love you back, ya wanker.”
“Too late now, I don’t accept it.”
“You’re going to have to, cos I’m not taking it back.”
“I’d cry, but that’s not very manly. Thus proving my own point about my lack of- aw, hell. Now look what you’ve made me do.”
**
Saturdays were Elijah’s best days, because that’s when Orlando took him to places in London that weren’t in his Frommer’s. And his Frommer’s was rather thorough. Elijah had started his own guidebook, though, listing all the places two teenage boys could make out without drawing too much attention to themselves. This Saturday was different, however. This Saturday was going to be his last Saturday he had to spend with Orly. The two were meant to spend it clothes shopping so that Elijah would “have something proper and fashionable to wear” when he got back to Los Angeles, because “Yanks can’t dress for toffee. Except maybe New Yorkers.”
“I’ve got it, Sherm,” Orlando whispered so Mrs Watson wouldn’t hear. “We’ll tell your mum you’re seeing Sam and she’ll let you stay. Tell her you’ve had a marvellous epiphany and suddenly you love boobies.”
“I’ve got a better idea. Hang on.” Elijah got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen where his hostess was preparing lunch. “Mrs W? Can I talk to you for a minute? I need your help.”
**
“Well, that would certainly explain the inordinate amount of time you two spend together. But I’m a church-going woman, Elijah, and I know that it’s not my place to judge.” Mrs Watson shook her head, not altogether disapprovingly. “I don’t know what I can do for you.”
“Can you talk to her, and tell her that I’m taking school seriously and being responsible and-”
“Are you being responsible?”
“Huh?” Elijah was taken completely off guard, and Orlando sat there with his mouth hanging open.
“I’m old, not daft. I was young once, you know. I didn’t come into this world at the age of seventy-two.” Mrs Watson winked, and Orlando nearly choked.
“I, uh, wow. Yes. Responsible.” Every perception of old British women Elijah ever had suddenly flew out the window. “Very responsible.” Emphasis on the ‘very.’
“Very well, then. I’ll give it a go, but I don’t know that I’ll be able to change your mum’s way of thinking. You’re her son, and she only wants what’s best for you. I’ll give her a ring-” she checked her watch and silently pondered the time difference before going on. “In, oh, three hours. That’ll be late enough, I think. You’re a good chap, Elijah. Couldn’t have asked for a better houseguest.”
**
The next couple of hours were tense as Orlando and Elijah waited for Mrs Watson to ring Debbie and try to convince her Elijah was indeed a good chap, and deserved to complete his year abroad. She wouldn’t tell his mother that he was seeing Sam, however, because she refused to lie. If Debbie asked, the truth would be told, but no information on the subject was to be volunteered.
**
“I’m terribly sorry, love, but she would have none of it.” Mrs Watson sighed and shook her head. “I tried as best I could, but her mind’s made up. She wants you on that aeroplane Tuesday, and she’s not having it any other way.”
Go to Part Sixteen.