When You Come Back Down

AUTHOR: Fainpathe Elanesse
TITLE: When You Come Back Down
PAIRING: Orlando Bloom/Alex Band
RATING: NC17 – boytouching! Squeeeee!
WARNING: language, m/m relationships, ridiculous plotline. Ye be warned! Oh, and ANGST AHOY!
Also, this fic has Orli as a bit of a bastard really, but his heart’s in the right place. But, just in case, if you don’t like bastard!Orli, STOP READING NOW
DISCLAIMER: I'm an impoverished student who's making no money from this, honest! This obviously never happened, alas, alack. If it did, and they were mine, they'd spend a lot more time in Scotland. In my bed. Naked. Ahem. ON WITH THE FIC!!
FEEDBACK: Is my raison d’etre, my mojo, the fires that stoke the pit of hell from whence come my ideas. How can I know I’m crap if you guys don’t tell me?

A/N: For the purposes of this fic, Alex is from Manchester, and is not famous, although he is in a band. :D Ok, so he’s kinda an OMC, but physically, he’s exactly right for the character. Same singing voice, same looks, but with a Mancunian accent!

The title is a Nickel Creek song – an awesome bluegrass/country band. Go listen! Now, now I tell you!

All quotes, when I realise they’re not my own wit and genius :D shall be footnoted, and credit given where due. If I miss one, tell me!

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY REVIEWERS: Dreamcatcher217, Legyviel, and MustIBeAMalfoy at Adult Fanfiction.net and Eshanna, Joann and Grace at 6 degrees of Orliation. You guys rule!

SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG – end-of-term deadlines have crept up on me, and added writer’s block has not helped! On top of that, my PSU in my computer died, so this chappie was trapped inside, and, bloody-minded as I am, I refused to rewrite it. I’ll try and be more regular in my updates, I promise! Summer holidays mean lots of time to write! Yay! Woo! Dontcha just love university holidays? FOUR MONTHS!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Go see TROY! RIGHT NOW! Not only does it have Orli-bear nekked (TREASURE TRAIL! TREASURE TRAIL! Damn that bed…) it has Brad Pitt’s arse, Eric Bana looking oh-so fuckable, and excellent acting from Peter O’Toole, Brian Cox et al. And, of course, the Beanmeister. It’s Boromir! SQUEEE!!!! HI BOROMIR!!!! On that note, go to Troy in 15 minutes, a very very synopsis of the film! www.livejournal.com/users/cleolinda

“Blah” denotes speech, ‘blah’ denotes thought, ~~~~~~ denotes passage of time and *blah* is emphasis. There ya go!

Chapter 6: In Which There Is Redemption For Our Boy

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A FEW WEEKS LATER

“So, how’re you and Orli getting along these days?” Alex snorted at Viggo’s question, which had all the subtlety of having your brains bashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a platinum brick(1). He’d been sitting out on the back porch, strumming his guitar quietly and looking out at the view, when Viggo had popped his head round the side of the house, having obviously followed the music from the front. They’d been sitting for a couple of hours now in companionable silence. Neither men felt the need to make idle conversation, and the only time Viggo had spoken was to remark on the pattern some clouds had created across the sky. A few times, Alex had noticed that it seemed Viggo was about to say something, but each time he had kept his own mouth closed, knowing whatever it was, Viggo would come to it in his own time. And now, it appeared, he had.

“What d’you mean, mate? We’re living together, we’re sleeping together, I would’ve thought it’d be fairly self-evident that we’re getting along just peachy.” Viggo looked over at the young man, who had hunched up into himself, looking down at the guitar in his lap. Although he had tried to keep his voice light, it was obvious that Orlando’s lack of investment in the relationship was affecting him. The lost man – boy, Viggo corrected himself, for that’s what he was – before him tore at Viggo’s heart, and he wanted nothing more than to grab Orli by the neck and show him Alex as Viggo saw him. He wanted to show Orlando what he was doing to the poor boy; how Orli’s constant flirting was slowly tearing him apart, piece by piece. He reached over to lay a hand on Alex’s arm, in some gesture of comfort, and was opening his mouth to speak when the front door opened and there was the sound of keys and bags dropping in a pile on the floor. Alex immediately sat up, a look on his face that clearly told Viggo to drop the conversation. Orli walked through the house towards the back porch, as Viggo stood up.

“God, my back’s fucking killing me.” Orli groaned as he walked out the door, stretching as he stood there. Alex looked up from his seat, before leaning his head back as Orlando bent down for a kiss. “Hey Vig, what’s up? You want to stay for dinner?” Vig politely declined and made his way through the house as Orli stretched once again, his back popping. As he left, the American sighed as he thought of the young man he’d seen falling apart at the seams.

“Rough day, love?” Alex asked, getting up and embracing his lover. “Why don’t you go have a shower, and then lie down on the bed for a while.” Orli smiled at his lover, and gingerly walked to the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he walked. Alex tidied away his guitar, before walking to a cupboard in the kitchen, and taking out a bowl and the massage oil he found there. He warmed it up in the microwave, then walked through to the bedroom to find Orlando already on the bed, every muscle in his back screaming with tension. He paused a moment to gaze at the gorgeous body spread out before him, then walked over to the bed, placing the bowl down on the bedside table. Alex climbed onto the bed, straddling Orli’s hips, and poured a little of the oil onto his hands, before placing them on his olive skin. Orlando sighed as he felt Alex’s hands on his shoulders, easing out the bunched muscles and knots they found there.

“Babe, your back’s all stiff and knotted. You should really tell Peter if your back’s bothering you like this – it doesn’t do the film any good, and you’re doing serious damage to yourself!” Alex moved his hands down Orli’s spine, massaging out all the tension. He felt Orli pull away slightly as he talked, before Orli answered him.

“Who are you, my mother?” Orli regretted the words as soon as they were out his mouth, but could do nothing to prevent himself. He tried to turn over and pull away from Alex, but the twinge in his back as he tried made him grit his teeth, and he gave in. Alex’s eyes were deep pools of pain, and he looked down at his lover’s back, hurt.

“Angel, I’m just trying to help you. Now shut up and enjoy the pampering!” Alex turned the argument aside with a light-hearted comment, as he was used to doing by now, but inside he wondered if Orli was resentful of Alex just hanging around his house, and taking care of him. Alex pushed the thoughts aside, and instead concentrated on worshipping the gorgeous body laid out before him. Orli sighed once more and melted into the mattress as Alex’s talented hands continued their way down his spine, deviating from their path to untangle knots and soothe the tired muscles of his back.

As Orlando lay there, he reflected over that last few weeks he’d spent with Alex. He’d been struck by the beauty of the younger man the first time he saw Alex, and, unlike most other ‘beautiful people’ Orli had met, Alex, like the rest of the Fellowship, seemed a truly genuine person, his artistic soul and sunny disposition shining out through those gorgeous eyes. Orlando had been scared to admit it, even to himself, but he’d had to face his feelings: he was falling - head over heels and all that jazz – in love with Alex. Admitting this to himself was terrifying – the prospect of needing someone so much it physically hurt, and that feeling of completeness when you’re with them was daunting, and he’d pushed the feelings away, pushing Alex away with them.

He didn’t want to hurt Alex, but you know what they say about love and war – one’s full of physical and psychological abuse, and the other’s war(2). Orli felt he didn’t deserve Alex, and trying to make a relationship work was just delaying the inevitable. He flirted with everyone on set, hoping that Alex would end the relationship, thereby allowing Orli’s paranoia to let out a whoop of triumph and throw an ‘I-told-you-so’ party. It was hellish to watch Alex as Orli pretended to be interested in what whoever it was said – Orli’s heart wrenched inside his chest every time he saw Alex’s kicked-puppy look, and all he wanted to do was run over, throw himself into Alex’s lap, and sooth the cares from his face, but he had to try hard to maintain his mask of indifference. He had to prevent the wall he had built himself from crumbling in the face of the gorgeous young man before him.

Orli had noticed that Viggo’s behaviour towards him hhanghanged over the last couple of weeks, and he would bet Legolas’ never-ending batch of hair dye that he knew why. Viggo, and no doubt the rest of the Fellowship, had noticed the appalling way that he’d been treating Alex, and as a result their manner towards Orlando was distinctly on the cool side. Orli didn’t want to lose any of his friends, or Alex for that matter, and as he lay there, he resolved to stop behaving like such an ass and face up to his feelings. He was still terrified, but if he didn’t wake up to the wonderful man currentlykingking miracles on his back, he'd lose the chance to be part of something wonderful.

Lost in his musings, Orli hadn’t noticed that Alex had finished massaging his back, carefully skipped over his ass, and was now working his way along Orli’s body from the feet up. Orli moaned as Alex’s capable hands firmly massaged his thighs, working up towards his ass, and other parts of bodybody became decidedly less relaxed. As Alex once again ignored his ass in favour of his hands, Orli moaned in frustration, although it quickly changed to one of pleasure as Alex worshipped every inch of his skin.

Orli’s moans gradually became louder and more satisfied, and Alex’s cock twitched as the sounds reverberated through the small bedroom. Alex leant down to lick the oil-slick back beneath him, and Orli groaned, grinding his arse against the painfully hard cock above him. The blonde man moved off Orli long enough for him to turn over, then captured his lips in a searing kiss that left both men breathless.

“You know, you’re supposed to be getting relaxed, not all worked up, love.” Alex smirked down at the golden body beneath him, Orli’s eyes half-lidded with arousal.

“You seem to have this effect on me babes, I can’t help myself…” Orli slid his hands up Alex’s sides, under his t-shirt, pushing it up and over his head. Alex swiftly lifted it over his head, and leant down to kiss the brunette again. He ground hips dps down, and Orli moaned into the kiss, grabbing Alex’s arse and pulling him even closer. He unbuttoned his lover’s jeans, and Alex quickly shoved them off before returning to Orli’s embrace. He nibbled Orli’s lower lip, caressing his face with one hand, wanting to draw this out as long as possible.

Alex gently placed butterfly kisses all over Orli’s face, before working his way down the older man’s neck, pausing at the juncture of neck and shoulder to nibble the sweat-slicked skin. Orli groaned at Alex, trying to push his head down further, and Alex backed off.

“Oh no you don’t, angel. I’m not done playing yet.” Orli looked at Alex quizzically, before his lover continued, “I’m going to taste every inch of your body. I’m going to tease you until you’re begging me to let you come, but you won’t. Not until I say so. I’ll have you moaning my name, helpless with desire as you lie there, waiting for my touch.” Orli nearly came at the words alone, and it wnly nly the promise of what was to come that prevented him. Alex kissed him, swiftly and aggressively, before returning to Orli’s chest, laying little kisses and licks randomly across his chest.

He was purposely avoiding the areas he knew drove Orli wild, skirting round his nipples and grazing the edge of his most sensitive spots. Orli was already moaning Alex’s name, and, as with every other time, Alex was astounded how responsive the brunette was. He was a very tactile person with his friends, and it seemed that this sensitivity to touch extended to the bedroom.

As Alex made his way down to Orli’s bellybutton, the brunette’s hands found his shoulders, and Orli tried to push him down faster. Alex immediately moved off Orli.

“Uh-uh. No touchy.(3) Think you can manage that, or am I going to have to tie you up?” At that thought, Orli’s eyes darkened even further with arousal, and Alex made a mental note of his kink for later. At the moment, though, he merely moved Orli’s hands up to the headboard and pressed them firmly, encouraging the other man to hold them there. Then he returned to the task of driving Orlando wild. By the quivering in his taught body, and the sweat that glistened on his caramel skin, Alex was doing a very good job.

He traced round Orli’s bellybutton first with his fingers, then followed their path with his tongue. Orli arched into the touch, his fingers clenching and unclenching around one of the wooden bars of the headboard. Alex continued teasing his lover until Orli was a puddle of want on the bed, writhing at the blonde man’s every touch and begging for release. Alex would bring him to the edge of orgasm before backing off, letting Orli bring himself under control before unravelling him once again. Finally he relented, and taking Orli’s dick in his mouth, swiftly coaxed him to orgasm. Orli screamed Alex’s name as he came, arching off the bed, sparks exploding behind his eyes.

As Orli sank into the bed, he dimly felt a finger enter him, starting to prepare him for his lover’s cock. Seeing Orlando come undone had almost been too much for Alex, and he was still painfully hard. Once he’d prepared Orli, stretching him carefully, he sank into his lover. Orli had started to take a renewed interest in the proceedings, and moaned as one with his lover as the younger man eased himself in all the way. Alex took a ragged breath, struggling to keep back the tide of pleasthatthat threatened to wash over him, and it took Orli wriggling underneath him to convince him to move once again.

He looked deep into the chocolate brown orbs beneath him as he started to thrust gently, bittersweet love shining out of his eyes, and they filled with tears as he thrust into the pliant body below him. As his thrusts sped up, they became more ragged, and Alex flung his head back as his body jerked, spasming deep into his lover. At the feel of Alex filling him so completely, Orli came once again, and Alex collapsed onto his lover, grimacing as he felt the sticky residue from Orlando’s orgasm in between their sweat-soaked bodies. Alex grabbed a cloth from beside the bed, wiping down his exhausted lover and himself, before Orli curled into him and fell into a deep sleep. As drifted off, he quietly mumbled something, although Alex had to strain to hear him.

“Lub you…” Alex gasped as it sunk in, and his eyes filled with tears as he realised that his feelings were returned. Alex tried to stay awake, wanting to watch his lover, and enjoy this new feeling of peace and happiness, but oblivion quickly claimed him, and he followed his lover into darkness.

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A FEW HOURS LATER…

Alex awoke slowly, and his nose twitched as he came to. Eyes closed, he mumbled to himself, and his nose twitched once more(4) as he tried to work out what the all-pervading smell in the room was. As he opened his eyes and tried to wake himself up more, he realised the bed was empty, and he could hear singing from the other room. Orli was singing along with a CD as he cooked…bacon and eggs??? Alex raised an eyebrow as he pulled on his jeans, grimacing at the sticky feel of the aftermath of their activities, mixed with the oil that had rubbed off Orlando’s body. He wandered through to the kitchen to see Orli dancing round the kitchen topless, flipping eggs over and singing very loudly.

“I put in to Nashville Tennessee,
But you wouldn’t even come around to see me(5)…oh, hey babes, you hungry?” Orli stopped singing, embarrassed, as Alex sauntered round the table and kissed his lover sweetly.

“Mmmmm…yeah, starving, but you didn’t have to do all this…I mean, you’re not gonna eat it.” He grabbed a rasher of bacon from the pan and hopped up onto the counter. He swung his legs as he munched the bacon, looking for all the world like a small boy watching his mother cook.

“S’ok love, I wanted to. And besides when we’re filming Hell’s Deep(6) at least, I’ll have to force meself to eat meat. I’ll need the energy. Might as well get used to it.” He smiled at his lover, before placing food on two plates and carrying them over to the table. Both men tucked in to the food, and for a few minutes there was nothing but the sound of contented munching.

Alex looked down at his plate, poking the remnants of his dinner with his fork. He was thinking about what Orli had been saying earlier, and the thoughts that had been running through his head before he was…pleasantly distracted. Orli looked up, and noticed his lover’s pensive expression.

“Babes, what’s up?” Alex sighed, avoiding Orli’s gaze as he answered.

“It was what you said before we…um….” Orli snickered as Alex blushAppaApparently he was highly capable of talking dirty in the bedroom, but outside it, he could only express what they done with a series of hand gestures, blushing and stammering continuously(7). “Well, that’s not the point. Anyway, it got me thinking. I realise I’ve been kind of sponging off you these last couple of months” he held up a hand as Orli tried to protest, “and I feel bad. I’ve just been lazing around the house, and while it’s nice, I want to do something useful. I’m getting fed up of just sitting round here all day while you go off and act, and then behaving like a wife when you get in. I just...I just need to get out the house.” Orli nodded, then considered what Alex had said before replying.

“You know I don’t care about the money, right? If you’re just wanting to get a job to pay me back, you don’t have to. I don’t care. Plus I kind of like having a love slave to come home to every night…” Orli smiled, but the glare he received from across the table let him know that this wasn’t appreciated. “Ahem. Sorry. But yeah, anyways…I love having you here, and knowing you’ll be here when I get in is what gets me through the day…It’s up to you, babes. If you want to get a job, go ahead.” He clasped his lover’s hand, kissing the palm gently, before gazing at his lover. Alex was becoming unnerved by the scrutiny, and he watched emotions flit across Orli’s face, obviously remembering the events from a few hours ago.

“Um…this may be a weird question, but did I say anything as I was drifting off?” Orli was panicking. If he’d said what he thought he’d said…Across the table, Alex was experiencing a similar emotion. ‘This is it’, he thought. ‘He’s going to take it back. He doesn’t love me’.

“You may have, I don’t really remember. Why?” Alex’s heart froze in his chest, and he could feel his chest getting tight as he fought back the urge to cry.

“Because if I said what I think I said, I’m going to regret it.” At that, tears started to fall, and Orli rushed to finish what he was saying “No, babes, don’t cry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just mean…well, that wasn’t how I wanted to tell you. I’m not good at big declarations or anything, but I wanted it to be special.” Alex smiled nervously through his tears, before responding.

“Wanted what to be special?” Alex knew what Orli was referring to, and Orlando knew that Alex knew, but decided to let it go, smiling at his lover.

“I wanted it to be special when I tell you that…” He took a deep breath, holding one of Alex’s hands in both of his own. “I love you. I’ve never said that to anyone before. And I don’t mean in the affectionate friend way. I mean in the crazy-about, can’t-think-straight, actual-pain-when-I-consider-life-without-you, his-n-his-towels, heart-filling-up-like-it’s-a-balloon-that’s-about-to-burst(8) way.” By this point, Alex had a grin to rival the entire Osmond family, even though there were still tears streaming down his face.

Orlando looked set to continue, but Alex lunged across the table, grabbing his face in both hands and attempting to remove all life from Orli through his mouth. Eventually Alex pulled back, breathless, before smiling at his lover. He stroked Orli’s face, before whispering very gently into his ear.

“I love you too.” Orli kissed Alex again, running his hands down the other man’s back, before Alex pulled away, muttering ‘Ow, ow, ow’ to himself. He had a fork digging into his side, and as he looked down, he grimaced, then laughed. Orli followed his gaze, before bursting into hysterics at the sight of Alex’s front. He had rashers of bacon and runny egg yolk plastered to his front, and there was a smear of tomato ketchup down his front. Before Orli could offer to lick it off, Alex had grabbed the tablecloth to wipe of the worst of it.

“Time for a shower, I think.” At Orli’s hungry look, Alex stepped backwards away from his lover, before beckoning and adding, “Care to join me?” He barely made it to the bathroom before he was tackled by a very naked elf, and he fumbled for the shower control before both men fell into the bath, cackling with laughter, Alex still wearing his jeans. The lovers quickly stripped and bathed, but both were still too exhausted for more than light petting.

Alex grabbed a towel, drying himself then his lover off, as Orli was swaying gently with tiredness. Orli mumbled thanks through a jaw-splitting yawn, and stumbled through to the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. Alex snorted with laughter then followed. As he lay down on the bed, Orli swiftly snuggled into his side, curling his body round that of his lover’s, and flinging one arm over Alex’s chest to hold him there.

Alex smiled gently down at his lover and placed a chaste kiss on the brown curls lying under his chin, before placing an arm around his lover and placing his hand over the one resting on his heart. He was soothed to sleep by the gentle breathing of Orli, and his last thoughts were of his love, and the difference that three little words could make.

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TBC…


A/N: Well? What do you think? It’s finally out there! I need feedback! Or I’ll hold back the next chappies as punishment! :P

Ok, so I was reading a really long fic the other day, and by the time I got to the footnotes, I’d forgotten what it was it referred to. Now, this isn’t nearly as long, but just in case (and for those of you who have the memory of a goldfish – and I know I have…) from now on I’m going to put the quote in, followed by the explanation. Enjoy!
Um, also, Orli calling everyone ‘babes’ is the evil influence of my friend from Cornwall (very very South of England), Laura. I picked it up from her, and now I’m passing it on to Orli.
P.S. Just watched the extras on the extended TTT dvd, and found Elijah doing an impression of Orli complaining about his ribs. And I quote: “Oh babes, oh babes, I can’t ride the ‘orse, oh babes, it ‘urts” So looks like I was right after all! Yay! Ta Laura! *snuggles Laura* You can be Mrs Depp this week :D


(1) “Having your brains bashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a platinum brick” - Description of a Pan-Galactic Gargle-blaster, from the excellent Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. You’re missed, Doug.

(2) “You know what they say about love and war – one’s full of physical and psychological abuse, and the other’s war” - From the excellent, excellent, hilariously funny British comedy “Spaced”, starring Simon Pegg and Jessica Stevenson. *Shameless plug on behalf of the British Film Industry and Simon Pegg* His first feature film, “Shaun of the Dead”, a Rom-Zom-Com, was recently (& possibly still is) released in cinemas in the UK, and will hopefully be heading Stateside at some point. See www.romzom.com for details. :P

(3) Ok, so the correct quote is “Noooooo TOUCHY!” combined with karate-type hand motions. So sue me. No, don’t really. Please, Disney, I’ve given you enough of my hard earned cash on POTC merchandise! Ahem. Yeah, sorry bout that. The quote is Emperor Kuzco in The Emperor’s New Groove. What can I say? I’m a child at heart. But aren’t we all? Llama face! Llaaaaaaama faaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!!!!!!!

(4) “Eyes closed, he mumbled to himself, and his nose twitched once more” - Think Jack Sparrow in THAT scene in Pirates of the Caribbean. All together now…“BUT WHY’S THE RUM GONE?!!!!!” teehee! Keith and Johnny, I salute you both!

(5) “I put in to Nashville Tennessee…” this is a song by the excellent Ben Harper, who I believe Orli is a fan of :D The song’s called “Steal my kisses”, and the song in it’s entirety is:

I put in to Nashville Tennessee,
But you wouldn’t even come around to see me
And since you’re heading up to Carolina,
You know I’m gonna be right there behind ya

Cause I always have to steal my kisses from you x4

Now I love to feel that warm southern rain
Just to hear it fall is the sweetest sounding thing
And to see it fall on your simple country dress
Is like heaven to me I must confess

Cause I always have to steal my kisses from you x4

Now I been hanging round you for days
But when I lean in you just turn your head away
Woah, no you didn’t mean that,
She said I love the way you think but I hate the way you act

Cause I always have to steal my kisses from you x4


(6) “Hell’s Deep” - Intentional error. After three months of night shoots in the rain, this was the nickname among those who ‘survived’ it.

(7) Hands up who’s seen Fifth Element? Right, you know the scene at the end, when Korben (Bruce Willis) and Leeloo (Milla Yovovich) are in the healing tube thing? The President asks if they’re ready to come out. The technician looks in, and they’re fucking, to put it bluntly. So the technician’s reply is “They’re…um….not ready yet.” Complete with interesting interlocking/squishing hand movements. That’s the kind of thing I mean. Phew, that was complicated!

(8) “heart-filling-up-like-it’s-a-balloon-that’s-about-to-burst” – the last part of this quote is from American Beauty. It’s Kevin Spacey’s monologue over the end of the film. “There’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much. My heart fills up…etc etc.” :P How much do we love Kevin Spacey? Oooh, about |-------------------------| this much? KEYSER SOZE! KEYSER SOZE!