Solo performance

Title: Solo performance
Chapter Title: Movie star
Characters: Billy Boyd, Craig Parker, David Wenham, Dom Monaghan, Elijah Wood, Harry Sinclair, Karl Urban, Marton Csokas, Sean Bean, Viggo Mortensen, -Other-
Genres: Angst
Rating: G-PG.13
Warnings:
Summary: Harry’s video-tape of doom! And more...
Disclaimer: Not true!
Notes: Thank you to Tarlwen for helping me with the lyrics of the Flipper song and helping me to choose the right scenes! Any inaccurancies with the quotes herein are my fault. I do not own an English version of many of these movies or I had to write them down from memory.
Well, you have finally caught up with my writing... That just means that there'll be a little less updates from now on.
As for Orlando and Lij... Reread chap4! Straight boys! That hasn't stopped me before, but... Just read on!

23. Movie star


“You gotta see this, guys!” Craig snickered as he bounced through the door on the terrace. He pulled up his eyebrows as he saw Eric and Dave jump apart. “Have I interrupted anything?” he asked curiously.

Dave blushed violently, wiping the last of his tears from his eyes and Eric grinned back, showing two rows of white teeth.

A satisfied look appeared on Craig’s face. “Well, the reason I’ve come to get you... Harry has prepared a video-tape – best of LOTR-actors’ screen time in other movies.”

Dave buried his face in his hands, feeling his hot cheeks. “No...” he whispered. “Not again...”

“What?” curiously Eric looked from Dave to Craig and back again.

“Have you ever seen any of Dave’s films, Eric?” Craig asked with a smirk.

“I’ve watched the Rings trilogy of course, but...”

Craig interrupted Eric. “Then you’ve seen nothing yet!” Craig exclaimed with a mischievous grin and grabbed Eric by his arm. “Come!” he said, turning his head to sternly look at Dave as well. “You, too, David!”

“Yeah...” Dave grumbled, but followed the two men itno the house, nearly stumbling out again when Craig opened the door.

All party guests were sitting on Beanie’s and Viggo’s sofas in front of the large television, singing happily while Elijah was sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth slowly, his face buried in his hands.

They call him Flipper, Flipper, faster than lightening,
No one you see, is smarter than he,
And we know Flipper, lives in a world of wonder,
Flying there under, under the sea!

Eric grinned and looked down at Dave, patting the smaller man’s arm reassuringly. “I like you guys,” he decided. “You’re raving mad, but I really think I like you...” He took Dave’s hand into his and lead the other man to a free spot on the floor in frnt of the TV. “Com’ere, Roo,” he mumbled and pulled Dave down next to him.

With a sigh Dave relaxed and leant against Eric’s broad shoulders, staring up at the screen in front of them where various shots of a very young Elijah were shown.

“Alright, dear gentlemen and...um...ladies present...our next victim is Viggo!” Harry announced, throning on the only armchair in the room with the remote control in his hand and a very happy Karl on his lap.

“No!” Billy squealed and buried his head in Dom’s chest. “I hate peas! Evil Viggo!”

“Somehow I get the impression that Billy doesn’t like the ‘Indian Runner’,” Sean snorted and kissed Viggo’s hair.

Harry grinned broadly and pointed at the TV where now outtakes of ‘G.I. Jane’ were shown. “Maybe he likes Sgt. Urgayle more...” he suggested with a wink, seeing Billy shudder in Dom’s arms.

“You didn’t bring the one with the exploding frog, did you?” Billy asked carefully and everybody broke out in laughter.

“I think Billy has a problem with my choice of roles...” Viggo growled in a dangerously low voice.

“No,” Billy tried to defend himself. “I really liked you in ‘God’s Army’...and...’Darkly Noon’! And of course ‘Hidalgo’, but...” Billy grimaced slightly. “I just hate squishy green things flying through the air!”

Harry interrupted them. “And now we see...Marton exploding in ‘XXX’...”

“Noo!” Craig yelled, throwing a pillow at the TV screen. “Evil ship! Evil Vin Diesel! I hate them!!”

“Everything’s alright with enough vodka...” Marton drawled in a perfect Russian accent, stroking Craig’s hair soothingly.

“...’The Bourne Surpremacy’. And surprise: Marton explodes again!” Harry grinned evilly when Craig now jumped up.

“That fucking toaster!” Craig screamed. “I’m so going to kill it if it should cross my way!”

“Um...” Dom tugged on Craig’s sleeve. “You’re aware of the fact that you can’t exactly kill a toaster, right mate?”

“Oh, I will find a way to do it,” Craig grumbled, patting his fist with his hand. “Be assured of that!”

Marton chuckled softly. “Cute little warrior-elf...” he mumbled, tousling Craig’s dark hair. “That’s the reason why he isn’t allowed to come to my premieres any longer,” Marton explained. “It’s really embarrassing when he does that during the viewing of the movie there...”

“Says the man who had nightmares after seeing me die on Helm’s Deep...” Craig hissed back, letting himself fall down heavily next to his lover.

“Unfortunately there are no more scenes of Marton exploding and so we’ll go on with Craig...” Harry explained in a regretful voice, shrugging his shoulders when Craig shot angry glances at him. “Xena!”

Everybody was laughing when they saw Craig with long hair, long dangling earrings and a...ridiculous...something on his head.

“...but there are some others among us who were young and needed the money offered to them...” Harry said, his smile broadening when he felt Karl shift nervously on his lap.

“Harry...” Karl hissed, slapping his lover’s arm. “You promised!”

“Oh, sorry!” Harry grinned, not looking sorry at all. “Seems like I’ve forgotten...” he mumbled as he stared at Karl’s muscled chest and Cupid wings on the screen.

“Um...Karl...” Hunter pulled up his eyebrows and looked up at his father.

“Yes, son?”

“Platinum blond hair? Leather skirty? And those wings?! What did they pay you for this?” Hunter shook his head in disbelief.

“The money to pay for your teddy bears and electric trains!” Karl countered and turned to face the TV again. “Harry!” Karl growled when he realised which film his lover had chosen to be next. “I seriously hope that this is not the director’s cut!”

Now Dave lifted his head. “There’s a director’s cut of ‘The Price of Milk’?” he asked, licking his lips. “Now that is something I would like to see!”

Harry nodded enthusiastically, ignoring Karl who tried to kick his legs. “Yeah! I added some parts in which Karl and I are rehearsing the world famous bathtub scene!”

Karl put his hand over Harry’s mouth. “...and it’s definitely adult! It’s enough that you’re perving on my naked arse already!” Karl cocked his head into the direction of the TV screen. “Harry...” he growled again.

“Where are my cows?” the older man squealed in a terribly high-pitched voice, mimicking Karl. “Did you guys know that Karl’s voice gets higher when he’s really mad or excited about something? And he giggles!” Harry ducked his head when Karl started hitting him. “Ouch!” Harry exclaimed, trying to grasp Karl’s arms by his wrists. “But it’s true!” he laughed and pointed at the TV. “I’ve got proof!!”

“Awww...” Viggo cocked his head in fascination to have a better view of the screen. “Is that really Hugo kissing that bloke in that rainbow-colored shirt?” he asked, frowning.

“Damn sure he is!” Harry replied, still fighting Karl’s hands down. “But there’s more!”

Happily the party guests watched Hugo bitching about cheap polyester and then cutting a pair of Calvin’s off another male.

“Too bad that Hugo couldn’t come...” Sean sighed, trying hard to hold back his laughter. “I must say he’s a natural!” he grinned.

“Hmmh...” Marton nodded enthusiastically. “But he probably would’ve given us the Eyebrow of Doom!” He giggled softly and then tried to pull up his eyebrows as high as possible. “Did somebody call me Mitzi?”

“Hugo Weaving played a transvestite called Mitzi del Bra in one of his movies,” Dave explained quietly to Eric who was staring down at him cluelessly. Eric smiled softly and tightened his fingers shortly around Dave’s. “Fuck,” Dave mumbled darkly when suddenly everybody started singing again.

The hills are alive with the sound of music...

“Who’s that?” Eric asked, pointing at a very colourful creature apparently bitching about too loud piano music. He pulled up his brows and shook his head. “That’s surely nobody present in the room here!”

Everybody except Dave who was trying to hide his quickly reddening face in Eric’s shoulder was howling with laughter.

Craig squealed amusedly and leant down to kiss Dave’s thick hair. “Maybe Audrey herself would like to explain...” he suggested and gave Dave’s back an encouraging nudge with is foot.

“Um...” Slowly Dave lifted his index-finger. “That’s me, Eric,” he finally mumbled, his eyes fixed on the ground.

“Roo?” Eric asked confused.

Everybody else in the room kept smiling.

Eric shook his head, not yet fully able to believe what he was just witnessing. “Who would’ve thought?” he sighed, clearly fascinated by the sight in front of him. “The burgundy lipstick really suits you!” he decided after a while, giving Dave’s hair a friendly ruffle. “But the black wig... I think it’s a little too much.”

Dave felt himself smile. “I kinda thought the ruffles were nice,” he told Eric in a snippy voice, fanning his face with his hand.

“Oh, look! It’s a meerkat!” Craig giggled and clapped his hands enthusiastically as he saw the first scenes of ‘Better than Sex’.

Eric’s eyes widened...and widened and... “Why are you wearing a bridesgoom, Roo? I mean you look great in it, but...”

Black lashes fluttered shut over grey eyes. “I don’t want to be a princess anymore,” Dave mumbled in unison with the Dave tippling around in a white dress on the screen.

Suddenly the scene changed and everybody held their breath, mesmerized by Dave’s pleasure-filled gaze lying on them. His head fell back on the ground as Dave arched his back in a silent moan, his tousled hair brushing over the ground. Full lips parted around a sigh as grey eyes fell shut.

Craig was the first to speak again. “Isn’t Dave beautiful when he comes?” he breathed in a hoarse voice and leant forward to let his hand tangle in the blond strands of Dave’s hair. Tenderly he pulled Dave’s head back and let his lips brush shortly over Dave’s.

Eric had been staring at the screen all the time, already addicted to the sight of tousled, moaning Dave. “Marry me, Roo,” he breathed, the words slipping from Eric’s lips before he could stop them. With a shivering sigh Eric leant forward, pinching the bridge of his nose in concentration to cover his embarrassment. Eric laughed a little shakily, his chocolate eyes searching for Dave’s. “You may even wear your dress...”

Nobody had noticed that Lij had crawled further away from the group, finally settling down next to Henry and Hunter who were sitting on some chairs next to the sofas. “You see?” he whispered quietly, clutching his bottle of beer in his hand so hard that his knuckles turned white. “It will get worse still...”


~*~


“How are you?” Billy whispered into Dom’s ear, tenderly letting his hand play with Dom’s blond hair.

Dom let his head fall back on Billy’s shoulder, taking in a deep breath. “A little dizzy,” he mumbled. “I need something to eat, it’s time to take my meds anyway...” He frowned. “Do you smell this?” he asked now loud enough that everybody could hear him. “As if something has burned...”

“The BBQ!” Dave exclaimed and jumped up. He ran out on the terrace, coughing when he breathed in the smoke. “Fuck...” he cursed when they had put the fire out. “I totally forgot about these... Sorry, Sean!”

Beanie shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not like anybody else had been paying attention either.” He pointed at the buffet he and Viggo had prepared earlier that day. “We still have the white bread and various salads to eat! Nobody will have to starve!” Sean put his arm around Dave’s shoulder. “You know, it’s more important for me to see you smile again than to eat a fucking steak! I can have that everyday if I want to!” Now Dave had to grin, too. “Now tell me how you have met a certain Australian gentleman...” Sean requested and lead Dave to a more secluded area.

In the meantime Eric had approached Eliza. “Little Roo?” he asked, tugging at her sleeve. “Could I have a talk with you?”

Eliza shrugged her shoulders, smiling at the nickname. “Sure, whazzup?”

Eric lead her to the side. “Well...” He scratched his head. “As you have probably noticed I...um...kinda like your dad and I wanted to ask if...”

“Yes,” Eliza grinned. “You just asked him in front of everybody if he wanted to marry you, so I do guess you like him...”

Eric looked down at his feet, the big man looking surprisingly shy. “I just wanted to make sure that you don’t terribly mind me dating your dad...”

“No, not terribly!” Eliza replied amusedly. “I haven’t known my dad for many years and so...this is a strange situation for me.” She put her hand on Eric’s arm in a reassuring manner. “But I like the way he blushes around you... His eyes shine brighter when you’re near,” she finally said.

“Do they?” Eric grinned, looking down at Eliza. He sighed softly. “Thank you, little Roo!” he said warmly.

“You’re welcome, Tigger!”


~*~


“Look at those two!” Viggo laughed and pointed at the sofa Elijah and Hunter had fallen asleep on, curled up around each other like a pair of baby kittens. He turned his head to look at Marton and Craig. “You remember the time Billy and Dom passed out drunk and we put them into a bed and stripped them naked? They spent the rest of the next day wondering if they had done it or not!”

Craig nodded, smiling at the memory. “Yeah, and the next day they tried to figure out why they hadn’t done it before. They’re still trying I guess...”

Viggo snorted and walked away to get another beer.

“Are you thinking the same thing I am thinking?” Marton whispered into Craig’s ear.

“It’ll be fun!” Craig breathed back and planted a lingering kiss on Marton’s lips. “Come...”


Tbc...

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