No Turning Back
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,248
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
No Turning Back
No Turning Back
Ian had been watching me watching the other man. So I sat down across from the legendary actor.
"Morning." He says practically into his teacup.
"Morning." I respond.
"Well are you going to tell him today or are you just going to keep going around like a lovesick teenager mooning over him the next several months?" Ian asks as if he was asking about the weather.
“I have no idea what you are going on about.” I say lying through my teeth. We had a similar conversation a week ago.
Hmmmfff, was his eloquent reply.
I look at him for a few minutes, and then I lean in and whisper. “If you mean Viggo I am just trying to figure him out is all. Nothing like what you are thinking…Ian, I am not like you.”
“You mean you are not gay.” Ian says slightly amused.
“Well no, no I am not.” I say wondering why I had to even say it if I truly believed it. I am not gay. I say again with conviction inside my head.
“Perhaps you aren’t gay, Sean, but you are infatuated with Viggo.” Ian says setting his teacup down and tapping it lightly with his index finger.
“What? You’re crazy. I am most definitely not infatuated with Viggo or anyone else for that matter.” I say wishing that I had sounded a bit more convincing.
Ian laughs then and smiles at me. “You mean to tell me you have never, ever been with another man or even at least considered it?”
I stare at him as if he has three heads. This conversation has taken a turn it didn’t take a week ago. Yes I have actually considered it, been a couple times when I was really drunk when I came damn close, but I had never followed through on it…I was straight…right? I have been married three times…I can’t be gay. I certainly wasn’t going to ask his opinion on that though.
“Give it some more thought my boy…give it some more thought.” Ian said shaking his head standing up to leave.
More thought? All I do is think about this, ever since Viggo walked onto the set.
I stand to get up and there he is, sitting with Orlando talking about something and gesturing with his hands. He has Aragorn’s sword beside him on the table, the same sword he would probably use to bash my head in if he knew what I had been thinking about him. I mean if roles were reversed wouldn’t I do that with Boromir’s sword?
I grab my tea and head for our make up trailer. I am not gay…never been with a man…though lately I have given it some thought…and when I was young and foolish I did consider it a couple times. More than considered it…just nearly did really…but I didn’t… I chickened out for one reason or another. That doesn’t make me gay…I like women…their soft bodies and curves…yes I am just intrigued with Viggo not infatuated…Ian had it all wrong. I tell myself as I walk to the trailer.
I enter the trailer and sit down in my make up chair. Meg begins hovering around me, making me into Boromir as Orlando and Viggo enter laughing about something.
“Morning, Beanie.” Orlando says smiling.
I nod in response.
“Hey Sean.” Viggo says sitting down in the chair next to mine and stretching out his jeans clad legs.
“Hey.” I say softly as Meg continues to hover around me. I look up at her, she’s pretty, has lovely blue eyes, and beautiful jet black hair that falls all the way to her waist…yes I do like women. Her breast brushes my arm and makes it tingle…yes indeed I do love women. I loved my wives and had three wonderful daughters to prove it…I am most definitely not into men at all.
Viggo shifts in the chair next to mine and I glance over…his blue geyeseyes like a wolf’s looking back at me. I feel warmth rush to my groin and I want to scream…no I am not attracted to him, another man, no this is NOT happening. Damn him, damn me. Am I going through a mid life crisis of some kind? Is it the divorce? Shit, I need to get a hold of myself.
Today is the Cave Troll scene. Good we aren’t close enough to bump or rub or anything…wonderful. I still find myself watching him, his lithe movements and perfect swordsmanship. Shit…stop it Sean.
The day is over…I am exhausted. I go back to the trailer and Viggo is there already he has changed into street clothes but still has his sword and Aragorn’s leather coat over the top. I stand as Meg and Nina work removing my outer layers of clothing and fake chain mail. They leave me in my tunic and pants and I go to the back to finish changing. He is still there; damn him. Why won’t he just leave?
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Ian had been watching me watching the other man. So I sat down across from the legendary actor.
"Morning." He says practically into his teacup.
"Morning." I respond.
"Well are you going to tell him today or are you just going to keep going around like a lovesick teenager mooning over him the next several months?" Ian asks as if he was asking about the weather.
“I have no idea what you are going on about.” I say lying through my teeth. We had a similar conversation a week ago.
Hmmmfff, was his eloquent reply.
I look at him for a few minutes, and then I lean in and whisper. “If you mean Viggo I am just trying to figure him out is all. Nothing like what you are thinking…Ian, I am not like you.”
“You mean you are not gay.” Ian says slightly amused.
“Well no, no I am not.” I say wondering why I had to even say it if I truly believed it. I am not gay. I say again with conviction inside my head.
“Perhaps you aren’t gay, Sean, but you are infatuated with Viggo.” Ian says setting his teacup down and tapping it lightly with his index finger.
“What? You’re crazy. I am most definitely not infatuated with Viggo or anyone else for that matter.” I say wishing that I had sounded a bit more convincing.
Ian laughs then and smiles at me. “You mean to tell me you have never, ever been with another man or even at least considered it?”
I stare at him as if he has three heads. This conversation has taken a turn it didn’t take a week ago. Yes I have actually considered it, been a couple times when I was really drunk when I came damn close, but I had never followed through on it…I was straight…right? I have been married three times…I can’t be gay. I certainly wasn’t going to ask his opinion on that though.
“Give it some more thought my boy…give it some more thought.” Ian said shaking his head standing up to leave.
More thought? All I do is think about this, ever since Viggo walked onto the set.
I stand to get up and there he is, sitting with Orlando talking about something and gesturing with his hands. He has Aragorn’s sword beside him on the table, the same sword he would probably use to bash my head in if he knew what I had been thinking about him. I mean if roles were reversed wouldn’t I do that with Boromir’s sword?
I grab my tea and head for our make up trailer. I am not gay…never been with a man…though lately I have given it some thought…and when I was young and foolish I did consider it a couple times. More than considered it…just nearly did really…but I didn’t… I chickened out for one reason or another. That doesn’t make me gay…I like women…their soft bodies and curves…yes I am just intrigued with Viggo not infatuated…Ian had it all wrong. I tell myself as I walk to the trailer.
I enter the trailer and sit down in my make up chair. Meg begins hovering around me, making me into Boromir as Orlando and Viggo enter laughing about something.
“Morning, Beanie.” Orlando says smiling.
I nod in response.
“Hey Sean.” Viggo says sitting down in the chair next to mine and stretching out his jeans clad legs.
“Hey.” I say softly as Meg continues to hover around me. I look up at her, she’s pretty, has lovely blue eyes, and beautiful jet black hair that falls all the way to her waist…yes I do like women. Her breast brushes my arm and makes it tingle…yes indeed I do love women. I loved my wives and had three wonderful daughters to prove it…I am most definitely not into men at all.
Viggo shifts in the chair next to mine and I glance over…his blue geyeseyes like a wolf’s looking back at me. I feel warmth rush to my groin and I want to scream…no I am not attracted to him, another man, no this is NOT happening. Damn him, damn me. Am I going through a mid life crisis of some kind? Is it the divorce? Shit, I need to get a hold of myself.
Today is the Cave Troll scene. Good we aren’t close enough to bump or rub or anything…wonderful. I still find myself watching him, his lithe movements and perfect swordsmanship. Shit…stop it Sean.
The day is over…I am exhausted. I go back to the trailer and Viggo is there already he has changed into street clothes but still has his sword and Aragorn’s leather coat over the top. I stand as Meg and Nina work removing my outer layers of clothing and fake chain mail. They leave me in my tunic and pants and I go to the back to finish changing. He is still there; damn him. Why won’t he just leave?
Continued in Next Chapter---->
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