Oblivious

Part Five.

“Just…leave me alone.” Pushing me away with both hands as he storms out of the room.
Blink confused and watch him go. I only hugged him hello. Like I always do. But he’s been like this for days now. Ever since Monday night, or maybe Tuesday morning. I don’t know. Don’t know what I’ve done. Because of course he’s only prickly with me. Still buddies with Dom and Billy. But he was fine at lunch on Tuesday, maybe a little cool but not this. Not shouting at me, physically pushing me away. Unless…unless he noticed me noticing. But I was only a little thing. I mean I wasn’t checking him out. Not really. Just noticing how pretty he is for a guy, how pretty those eyes are, how kissable those lips look. But it’s all innocent, really. It has to be. I don’t like guys, I’m just lonely, it’s just natural after this much isolation. But maybe he thinks I’asinasing, leading him on. I mean the couch, that massage. Maybe he thinks I’m playing with him cause I know he’s into guys. Sigh. But I’m not, he’s just…he’s just…I’m like that with everyone. It’s habit, I like it.
‘But do you take all your co-stars to bed?’ that annoying little voice asks.
But even that was innocent and he didn’t seem to mind. Maybe he did. Maybe that’s it. But I don’t know. It’s driving me nuts. Which thing was wrong? The couch, the massage or the sleeping in my bed thing? Or all of it! Maybe I just shouldn’t. shouldn’t touch him. Feel something sink inside. I like touching him. He’s just…he’s Elijah. Warm, funny and so huggable. But if it bothers him I won’t.

Two days and he’s still not talking to me. It’s suddenly hard to want to be friendly with anyone. Haven’t had a hug all day. No touching all hugging. Maybe it gets on everyone’s nerves and they just don’t say anything. Never thought of that before. No ones said anything so maybe…Elijah is looking at me over his coffee.k awk away. Don’t want him to think I’m staring. Hear his sigh all the way over here. Maybe I should apologise. Look back and he’s walking towards me. Unfold my legs and stand.
“I’m sorry Elijah.”
He blinks, stopping a few feet away.
“Why?”
“For upsetting you, I didn’t mean to so I’m sorry.”
Another sigh.
“It wasn’t you Orlando, you didn’t do anything I’m just…” he stops breathless.
He can’t seem to speak cause I’m squeezing him so hard. He didn’t notice me noticing or is uncomfortable with me hugging him grin stupidly. Know I’m grinning like an idiot. Feel him sigh, melt into me as he hugs me back.
“It’s me who shoupolopologise.”
“Apology accepted.”
Soft laugh I can feel.
“But Orlando really, I shouldn’t have pushed you away or yelled. I’m sorry for being stupid.”
Let fingers creep up into his hair and stroke though the locks.
“I forgive you.”
Soft moan and he pulls away.
“Stop trying to make me feel better.” Slight frustration. “Be honest with me. I treated you like shit and I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. Really.” When he frowns.
“It’s alright? That you thought you’d done something to piss me off? I know I hurt your feelings, you haven’t acted the same way since.”
I can feel the blush creeping up. So he noticed. I don’t know what he wants me to say. Watch as he runs impatient fingers through his hair, messing it up. Notice Viggo’s waiting, told him we’d practice this morning.
“Seriously it’s alright Lij, I know how much of a diva out little Hobbit star is.”
Those eyes suddenly impossibly wide.
“I am not!” indignant.
Just grin at him.
“Later little Hobbit.” Smirk at him and walk away.

Kissing! Kissing!! I mean I knew guys did it. Kissing I mean. I’ve seen Dom and Billy do it often enough. But this is Elijah! Elijah kissing Dom no less! While Billy watches! Blink. Isn’t Billy jealous? Frown, I shouldn’t be seeing this, shouldn’t watch. But I can’t seem to stop, tear my eyes away. Dom pulls his lips away a little and Elijah pulls him back, practically devouring those lips. Sad little jealousy, I miss that. Something as simple as kissing. And Elijah looks like he’s good at it, his whole body bent on it. Hands sliding over Dom, hips rocking in closer. Twitch.
‘Oh god I didn’t just!’
Soft little moans. Twitch.
‘Oh no, no, no, no!’
I am not getting off watching Elijah, any two guys getting in on.
Elijah’s hands reaching round, cupping Dom’s arse, rocking harder, gripping his hard. Harder moans. Throb.
‘Oh my God!’
Dom’s hands all over Elijah as Lij’s leg wraps round Dom’s thigh, tilting their hips closer. Dom’s hand tilting Lij’s head, deepening that breathtaking kiss. Dom’s other hand grabbing a handful of Elijah’s arse. Rocking now. Groans. Sad jealousy getting harder. Or other things are. Feel the flush of embarrassment even as all the other blood rushes south. I can’t be, I’m not…Elijah’s moaning. Jealousy rising. I am not standing here getting hard and jealous over Elijah kissing Dom.
‘Or is that Dom I’m getting jealous over?’
No, no, no. I just need a woman. A nice normal girl. Yes a girl. Nice blue eyed, brunette…turn and flee.

Fuzzy, soft, music pulsing up from my feet. Feel it resting in my belly, working it’s way up into my chest. Shocking. Take another shot and keep chatting with the lovely lady to my left. Can barely hear her over the throbbing in my ears. Feel her fingers stroking my arm. Feels hot. Wrong somehow.
Suddenly spinning. Blue eyes. Elijah’s startled eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Frowning puzzled.
Turn back but the lovely lady is leaving.
“Hey…”Stand to follow her and stagger.
Elijah’s hand on my arm keeping me upright.
“What were you doing?” demanding now.
Try to head towards the exit, he helps. Notice Dom and Billy, both look worried. Why are they so worried? Frown. They’re staring at my chest. Look down. All the buttons are undone, top button of my jeans too. Frown, I don’t remember how that happened, maybe on the dance floor earlier.
We make it to the exit and get blasted by cold air. Dom’s trying to re-button my shirt, slap at his hands. He yelps, pull quickly away. He takes me arm as Elijah takes care of the buttons. Notice the lady is nowhere in sight, but Dom’s car is on the footpath. Wonder how they managed to park there.
“What were you doing Orlando?” Elijah hissing at me angrily.
“Just wanted a kiss.” Pout.
Since he gets all the kisses and I don’t get any. Sad throb of jealousy. Glare at Dom, pouting. He gets all the kisses. Elijah’s soft fingers turn my gaze onto him. Big blue eyes suddenly too close, soft, soft lips. My finger stroking them. So tired. I must be drunk.
“You want a kiss?” Elijah’s voice so soft. Quiet and warm. Lips moving against my fingertip.
Find myself nodding. Then lips. Soft, warm, brushing over mine. Elijah’s lips.