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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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2,306
Reviews:
17
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Chapter 4
Title: Saving Smiles , part 4/?
Author: Eärendil
Email: coincidenceofmemory @ yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13 (went up for a little bit of touchy stuff here)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom / Viggo Mortensen
Summary: Denial is not just a river in Egypt.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just enjoying playing with them. It's fiction.
Archive: Lirimaer. Recent Forgeries. Anywhere else. Just ask.
Note: I'm not sure this chapter works. Please be kind, this was really hard to write and I'm not really sure I'm happy with it. Sorry I left off where I did, but like I said, it was hard to write, and Viggo's being difficult. Just a note to those at Viggorously, this WILL end up NC-17 or at least R, but I am trying to make this plale ale and not just a roll in the hay. ^.~ Just wanted you guys to know you've something to look forward to. Sorry that I didn't make my deadline, Jen. Better late than never, eh?
'...' remembered words
Part 4: Can't Trust Myself
"Always confusing the thoughts in my head, so I can't trust myself anymore..." - Evanescence
"It's seven-thirty, Vig," Bean muttered from his place on the couch. The Englishman had a bottle in his hand, sipping the bitter liquid inside as he lounged and watched Viggo glance out the window every so often. "I don't think he's coming, man. He coulda at least--"
Sean's mutterings were cut short by a tentative knock at the door followed by Viggo leaping from his chair to answer it. Sean just shook his head.
"You made it!" Viggo cried with a grin, ushering the boy into the house.
"Yeah, sorry about being late, I lost track of time."
"It's alright, Orlando."
Bean watched the boy as Viggo dragged him into the living room and offered him what was left of the broccoli lasagna and a beer. [1] He watched as Orlando took them with shaking hands. He watched as the boy stared at the plate like it was foreign to him. And he watched as tears slowly made their way down the high cheeks.
---
-3 hours earlier-
Orlando stood staring at the phone even after the recording ended.
Dinner at Viggo's. He didn't really want to go, but he'd made the man a promise.
'You've gotta eat stmastmas dinner with me. Promise? No one should be alone on Christmas Eve.'
The clock read 4:52 as Orlando rewound the tape and listened to Viggo's message again. '...Can you believe this weather, it'd be amazing if it came a sudden snow...'
'...a sudden snow...'
'...sudden snow...'
-1 year earlier-
Orlando laughed happily as he dusted powdery snow off his coat. "What a random snow storm! It was so clear this morning! And there was nothing in the news!"
Kyle just nodded, hanging his coat on the rack as they entered the large house of James and Jen Lynn.
"Orlando, so good to see you!" James cried, throwing his arms around the brown eyed boy. "Glad you could make it. Kyle," a nod, the barest amount of courtesy. But Orlando never noticed it, too wrapped up in a conversation with Jennifer.
It made James sad that the young man was so oblivious. The boy was bound to get his heart broken.
"Evenin' mate," Kyle replied. "I'm gonna got fetch me a drink, 'ey, luv?" Kyle said, pecking the brunette on the cheek.
"Jen, darling," James called with a sweet smile. "Make sure Orli stays out of the harder liqueurs."
"Hey!"
"I'll keep him on a short leash. Your brandy is safe," the brunette woman chuckled, following the boy.
---
"Orlando," the name was said quietly as the woman watched the boy pillage the small wet bar. The young man looked up at his friend with a curious tilt of the head.
"Yeah, Jen?"
She sighed. This was her chance. Maybe the only one she'd ever get. "Why are you still with Kyle? He's a bloody bastard and you know it!"
"No, he's--"
"Orlando, he's rough on you! He treates you like a arm piece! A pretty baubble to show off!"
"No, Jen--"
"Don't argue with me, Orlando Bloom!" Jennifer boomed, then her face softened. "I just don't want you to get hurt, and I know that he'll hurt you. Some how, he'll hurt you!"
"It's alright, Jen. Really. Besides, if I get hurt, it's all my fault anyway, yeah?"
"Orli..."
---
"So what was it? Three hundred a piece?"
"Yeah. Man, you got that piece really good, eh? He practically hangs on your every word, man!"
"Yeah, he is a trusting little twat, isn't'e?"
"K-kyle..."
Orli's eyes were wide as he stared at his lover. He couldn't believe what the man had just said. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. He backed away, shaking his head in denial, as Kyle's friends laughed at him, the poor fool.
And the next thing he knew he was falling.
He woke up in the hospital the next morning, his mother crying quietly at his bedside.
----
-present time-
"Orlando??" Viggo's eyes were wide as he tried to understand why his friend had just beguning ing as he stared down at the lasagna. "Orli, speak to me? It's Viggo, c'mon, kid, speak to me." [A.N. does he sound like Harrison Ford here, or what?]
Bean got up from his recline on the couch and placed a soothing hand on the young actor's shoulder, rubbing in gentle circles. "Hey, mate, you can talk ta us, eh?"
"I'm sorry," Orlando gasped out, trying to get a hold of himself, wanting to be anywhere but where he was -- surrounded by friends who cared, but knew naught of what plagued him.
"No worries, mate," Bean soothed, crouching to get a look at the tear-streaked face. "Wanna share? It helps."
"It's ju." h." he bit back another sob. Of course he didn't want to share, but it was so goddamned hard NOT to spill his guts to these two men who gazed at him softly, comfortingly.
"Take your time," Viggo urged, putting his hand on the boy's knee as Bean took the plate and beer and placed them on the table.
Did he really want to tell them? Did he really have a choice? They knew something was wrong and if he avoided telling them this time, they'd just corner him again later until he finally spilled. So why not now?
"Christmas is really bad for me," Orli said in way of explaination.
"Sure, being away from your family--"
"No. That's not it, Vig," he shook his head. "That's not it at all. I mean, yeah, I miss my mum and Sam, but that's not it. I... Last Christmas... It was last Christmas that I broke my back..."
Viggo nodded. He'd heard a little of the accident, a fall from a roof. But he'd practically walked out of the hospital 12 days later, so...
"I didn't just fall... Well, I did, but I didn't, ya know?" Orli paused. "I was with this guy, Kyle. We had been going together for almost a month. I'd dragged him to my friend's Christmas eve party and... Well, mum and Jen, my friend, had been telling me the whole while that Kyle was a nasty blokd I d I should find myself someone who appriciated me more," he laughed, a hollow sound. "Well, being me, I didn't listen to either of them. Hell, I thought I didn't even deserve to be with him at that point. I thought 'Kyle must love me to be with me, cause I'm not worth loving.' Now I see it was all his doing, his words and actions... He made me think I was worthless and he was doing me a favor by not turning me away like he 'would if he didn't love me'. It doesn't even make sense to me now, but it did then.
"So even when my family and friends told me he was a bastard I didn't listen -- Gods, Jen'd even pulled me aside that night and told me I was gonna be the one to end up hurt. Anyway, I told her she was wrong and went and took Kyle his drink... James, Jen's husband -- who also hated Kyle with a passion --, told me he was up on the roof terrace with some other blokes and so I went up there... When I got up there I heard them talking about how Kyle'd won a bet, and how I was some piece of meat, and how easy it'd been, and how... and how..."
Sean wrapped the now sobbing boy in a protective embrace, rocking him slightly.
"I was such a fool."
"No, Orli, you were young and you were being used by a person you thought-- were tricked into believing cared for you," Bean sighed, shaking his head. "I'd like to get my hands on that Kyle and teach him a lesson or two."
Viggo stood abruptly, hands clenched at his sides. His eyes burned and his breathing was labored, a fury boiling within him. And just as abruptly he marched out the door.
The End (TBC)
[1] Broccoli lasagna is the only thing I'll eat from Fazolli's :) It's yummy. Orli will explain a little in the next chapter, but just fyi: Broccoli lasagna is, in this fic, his fave food. Kyle would buy it special for him while he pretended to be being wonderful nice Kyle who loved the unlovable Orlando, okay?
What a difficult chapter. Hope you guys aren't mad at me for the way it ended.
Earen
Author: Eärendil
Email: coincidenceofmemory @ yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13 (went up for a little bit of touchy stuff here)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom / Viggo Mortensen
Summary: Denial is not just a river in Egypt.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just enjoying playing with them. It's fiction.
Archive: Lirimaer. Recent Forgeries. Anywhere else. Just ask.
Note: I'm not sure this chapter works. Please be kind, this was really hard to write and I'm not really sure I'm happy with it. Sorry I left off where I did, but like I said, it was hard to write, and Viggo's being difficult. Just a note to those at Viggorously, this WILL end up NC-17 or at least R, but I am trying to make this plale ale and not just a roll in the hay. ^.~ Just wanted you guys to know you've something to look forward to. Sorry that I didn't make my deadline, Jen. Better late than never, eh?
'...' remembered words
Part 4: Can't Trust Myself
"Always confusing the thoughts in my head, so I can't trust myself anymore..." - Evanescence
"It's seven-thirty, Vig," Bean muttered from his place on the couch. The Englishman had a bottle in his hand, sipping the bitter liquid inside as he lounged and watched Viggo glance out the window every so often. "I don't think he's coming, man. He coulda at least--"
Sean's mutterings were cut short by a tentative knock at the door followed by Viggo leaping from his chair to answer it. Sean just shook his head.
"You made it!" Viggo cried with a grin, ushering the boy into the house.
"Yeah, sorry about being late, I lost track of time."
"It's alright, Orlando."
Bean watched the boy as Viggo dragged him into the living room and offered him what was left of the broccoli lasagna and a beer. [1] He watched as Orlando took them with shaking hands. He watched as the boy stared at the plate like it was foreign to him. And he watched as tears slowly made their way down the high cheeks.
---
-3 hours earlier-
Orlando stood staring at the phone even after the recording ended.
Dinner at Viggo's. He didn't really want to go, but he'd made the man a promise.
'You've gotta eat stmastmas dinner with me. Promise? No one should be alone on Christmas Eve.'
The clock read 4:52 as Orlando rewound the tape and listened to Viggo's message again. '...Can you believe this weather, it'd be amazing if it came a sudden snow...'
'...a sudden snow...'
'...sudden snow...'
-1 year earlier-
Orlando laughed happily as he dusted powdery snow off his coat. "What a random snow storm! It was so clear this morning! And there was nothing in the news!"
Kyle just nodded, hanging his coat on the rack as they entered the large house of James and Jen Lynn.
"Orlando, so good to see you!" James cried, throwing his arms around the brown eyed boy. "Glad you could make it. Kyle," a nod, the barest amount of courtesy. But Orlando never noticed it, too wrapped up in a conversation with Jennifer.
It made James sad that the young man was so oblivious. The boy was bound to get his heart broken.
"Evenin' mate," Kyle replied. "I'm gonna got fetch me a drink, 'ey, luv?" Kyle said, pecking the brunette on the cheek.
"Jen, darling," James called with a sweet smile. "Make sure Orli stays out of the harder liqueurs."
"Hey!"
"I'll keep him on a short leash. Your brandy is safe," the brunette woman chuckled, following the boy.
---
"Orlando," the name was said quietly as the woman watched the boy pillage the small wet bar. The young man looked up at his friend with a curious tilt of the head.
"Yeah, Jen?"
She sighed. This was her chance. Maybe the only one she'd ever get. "Why are you still with Kyle? He's a bloody bastard and you know it!"
"No, he's--"
"Orlando, he's rough on you! He treates you like a arm piece! A pretty baubble to show off!"
"No, Jen--"
"Don't argue with me, Orlando Bloom!" Jennifer boomed, then her face softened. "I just don't want you to get hurt, and I know that he'll hurt you. Some how, he'll hurt you!"
"It's alright, Jen. Really. Besides, if I get hurt, it's all my fault anyway, yeah?"
"Orli..."
---
"So what was it? Three hundred a piece?"
"Yeah. Man, you got that piece really good, eh? He practically hangs on your every word, man!"
"Yeah, he is a trusting little twat, isn't'e?"
"K-kyle..."
Orli's eyes were wide as he stared at his lover. He couldn't believe what the man had just said. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. He backed away, shaking his head in denial, as Kyle's friends laughed at him, the poor fool.
And the next thing he knew he was falling.
He woke up in the hospital the next morning, his mother crying quietly at his bedside.
----
-present time-
"Orlando??" Viggo's eyes were wide as he tried to understand why his friend had just beguning ing as he stared down at the lasagna. "Orli, speak to me? It's Viggo, c'mon, kid, speak to me." [A.N. does he sound like Harrison Ford here, or what?]
Bean got up from his recline on the couch and placed a soothing hand on the young actor's shoulder, rubbing in gentle circles. "Hey, mate, you can talk ta us, eh?"
"I'm sorry," Orlando gasped out, trying to get a hold of himself, wanting to be anywhere but where he was -- surrounded by friends who cared, but knew naught of what plagued him.
"No worries, mate," Bean soothed, crouching to get a look at the tear-streaked face. "Wanna share? It helps."
"It's ju." h." he bit back another sob. Of course he didn't want to share, but it was so goddamned hard NOT to spill his guts to these two men who gazed at him softly, comfortingly.
"Take your time," Viggo urged, putting his hand on the boy's knee as Bean took the plate and beer and placed them on the table.
Did he really want to tell them? Did he really have a choice? They knew something was wrong and if he avoided telling them this time, they'd just corner him again later until he finally spilled. So why not now?
"Christmas is really bad for me," Orli said in way of explaination.
"Sure, being away from your family--"
"No. That's not it, Vig," he shook his head. "That's not it at all. I mean, yeah, I miss my mum and Sam, but that's not it. I... Last Christmas... It was last Christmas that I broke my back..."
Viggo nodded. He'd heard a little of the accident, a fall from a roof. But he'd practically walked out of the hospital 12 days later, so...
"I didn't just fall... Well, I did, but I didn't, ya know?" Orli paused. "I was with this guy, Kyle. We had been going together for almost a month. I'd dragged him to my friend's Christmas eve party and... Well, mum and Jen, my friend, had been telling me the whole while that Kyle was a nasty blokd I d I should find myself someone who appriciated me more," he laughed, a hollow sound. "Well, being me, I didn't listen to either of them. Hell, I thought I didn't even deserve to be with him at that point. I thought 'Kyle must love me to be with me, cause I'm not worth loving.' Now I see it was all his doing, his words and actions... He made me think I was worthless and he was doing me a favor by not turning me away like he 'would if he didn't love me'. It doesn't even make sense to me now, but it did then.
"So even when my family and friends told me he was a bastard I didn't listen -- Gods, Jen'd even pulled me aside that night and told me I was gonna be the one to end up hurt. Anyway, I told her she was wrong and went and took Kyle his drink... James, Jen's husband -- who also hated Kyle with a passion --, told me he was up on the roof terrace with some other blokes and so I went up there... When I got up there I heard them talking about how Kyle'd won a bet, and how I was some piece of meat, and how easy it'd been, and how... and how..."
Sean wrapped the now sobbing boy in a protective embrace, rocking him slightly.
"I was such a fool."
"No, Orli, you were young and you were being used by a person you thought-- were tricked into believing cared for you," Bean sighed, shaking his head. "I'd like to get my hands on that Kyle and teach him a lesson or two."
Viggo stood abruptly, hands clenched at his sides. His eyes burned and his breathing was labored, a fury boiling within him. And just as abruptly he marched out the door.
The End (TBC)
[1] Broccoli lasagna is the only thing I'll eat from Fazolli's :) It's yummy. Orli will explain a little in the next chapter, but just fyi: Broccoli lasagna is, in this fic, his fave food. Kyle would buy it special for him while he pretended to be being wonderful nice Kyle who loved the unlovable Orlando, okay?
What a difficult chapter. Hope you guys aren't mad at me for the way it ended.
Earen