Oblivious

Oblivious

Date: February 2003
Author: Gabriel Pierce
Fandom: LotR RPS
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/ Elijah Wood
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: Angst, smut, Orlando, Elijah.
Summary: Orlando is totally oblivious.
Warnings: Real Person Slash. These are real people portrayed in situations where guys like guys and pretty bois like to play nice (read shag blind and make slow sensuous love to) other pretty bois. If that isn’t your cup of tea don’t read it.
Disclaimer: These are real people but in no way is the author making any suggestions regarding the sexuality of the people portrayed. This is a work of fiction and did not happen to any knowledge of the author. If it did happen I doubt I would stop laughing cause that is just too ironic.

Oblivious

Part One

Stare fuzzily at the screen. Well the staring isn’zzy zzy just the screen. Blink, frown. No that’s not right either. Screen’s not fuzzy, well it is, it’s just that it’s not the only thing that’s fuzzy, everything is. Fuzzy, soft around the edges and warm. Blink, happy I’ve figured it all out, and lean further back in a haze of contentment. Sean’s hand slips, fingers sliding forward and over my eyes. Tilt back and smile up at him.
“You right there?” more warmth, in his voice this time, faint amusement trying to sound stern, annoyed.
Nod and smile, causing his hands to slip and slide through my hair, scrape against my scalp. Feel my eyes close even as the purr starts. Feel him jolt on the couch above me. Love the feel of his fingers sliding through my hair again, deliberately rubbing against my scalp. Sigh softly and continue purring.
“What is that?” Viggo questioning from next to Sean, can hear the frown in his voice.
“He’s purring if you can believe it.”
Snort of laughter, not sure if it’s Viggo or Sean. Feel Sean’s fingernails scrape harder into my scalp, under the curls then catching curls in his fingers and gently pulling. Moan and purr some more. Sean just chuckles into the darkness, caresses soft fingers through my hair. Force my eyes open to watch the movie but they feel heavy, keep sliding closed in the pleasure.

Force them open for what feels like the hundredth time and cast my hands and eyes around for my drink. Elijah is staring at me, fuzzy but those eyes are crystal in the gloom. Wide, staring, I vaguely register hunger, need, a sudden aching sadness. He just keeps staring, watching from where he folded himself into an armchair hours ago. Realize belatedly he can’t tell my eyes are on him. I’m looking up at him through eyelashes so Sean won’t stop with the stroking. I don’t even think he knows he’s doing it anymore. So if I move he might stop. Gesture at Elijah so he knows I’m talking to him.
“C’mere.” Slurring slightly, sounds soft.
He starts, blinks, suddenly unsure.
“C’mere.” Softly pat the carpet next to me.
He hesitates for another moment then flows, smooth as liquid out of the armchair and down onto the floor, crushes the carpet under his hands and knees as he prowls forward. Sean’s fingers snag on a curl and the purr cuts into a moan. His fingers are still, Elijah prowls closer, eyes intent and I whimper, whine a little, shifting restless under Sean’s hand, begging for more. Soft chuckle and his hand and fingers resume, sensuous, languid, flowing pleasure through my hair. Blink and realize I closed my eyes again. Elijah’s much closer now, kneeling at my shoulder. Reach up and brush a fingertip over his cheek, his jaw, bottom lip. Feel more than see his tongue dart out, quick flash of heat, wet and it’s gone. Rest fingers, palm on the back of his hot neck, and coax at him.
“Down.” Pulling his head towards my lap.
Flash of…something…something hot, tongue flickering over his lips, wetting them.
“Lay down.”
That look gone, sadness, need and he folds, crumples till his head is in my lap, cheek against my thigh. Warmth flickering up from Elijah’s head, down from Sean’s hand, meeting somewhere in the middle. Smile content and slide my fingers up his neck into his hair, feel him sigh as I stroke, rub the tips against his scalp. Watch him curl round himself, relax as I touch him, mimic Sean’s fingers on me. Stroking. Feel my eyes dip closed again and I let them. Just to listen and feel.

Hear the movie end and Sean and Viggo start to talk, art, poetry, new projects. Finally Viggo is starting to sound tired. Hear him break off with a yawn, stand, take a few steps and suddenly Elijah yelps, jolts in my lap. Blink lazily down at him, up at Viggo, up at Sean.
“I’m sorry Elijah, didn’t see you there.”
Elijah’s not moving, except to nuzzle against my thigh, push into my hand which still rests on his head. Sean strokes my hair again.
“Will you be alright to get home?” Viggo talking to Sean.
“I’ll be fine, I didn’t drink much.” His fingers tightening and I force myself to look up, tilt my head back further.
“You, are coming with me.” Smiling. “Wake the Hobbit.”
Nod, blink and stare down at Elijah.
Takes a few tries to get him onto his feet. He just seems to relish the floor, or the couch or me. Eventually get him up and out the door though, into the back of Sean’s silver SVU. He immediately slumps into he seat, eyes closed. Sean and I thank Viggo for the wine, beer and dinner, thank him for putting up with rude company that falls asleep and he laughs, says he’ll see us on Monday.

Sean and I talk softly all the way to my place. I offer him coffee as thanks, it’s a fair drive further to get to his, and it’s late. He just smiles and tells me to get out of his car, the old man’s tired and wants to go home, he does have Elijah drop home first remember? Smile and say thanks, opening the door. Closing the door when the back door opens. Elijah just managing to stay on his feet.
“Get back in the car Elijah, Sean’ll take you home.”
He just blinks at me, moves away from the car, towards my apartment block.
“Need a hand,” Sean asks. “To get him back in the car?”
Glance back at Elijah who’s shakily conquering the low steps.
“Nah, it’s alright, I’ll take care of him, you go, he can sleep at mine.”
“You sure? I don’t mind driving him.”
Glance back and he looks like he’s pondering the tropical flowers amongst the tree ferns.
“It’s probably for the best.” Grin back at Sean. Sean catches sight of Elijah poking at a large pink one and chuckles, warm, deep.
“You’re probably right.”
“Thanks for the lift Sean, goodnight.”
“Night.” Sudden sharp gasp. “I think you better go help the poor Hobbit.”
Turn to see Elijah pulling himself out of the garden, swatting at the fern with heavy hands. Try not to laugh as Sean pulls away and I walk towards the building. Elijah’s on his feet again.

He’s silent in he lift, stumbles into the living room and crumples into the s
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“I’ll get you some coffee.”
Watch him nod then head for the kitchen. It takes a few minutes to fill the kettle, put it on to boil and prepare two mugs so when I’m done I’m not surprised Elijah’s no longer on the sofa. Drift towards the bathroom but he’s not there either. Frowning I discover soft light coming from my bedroom. Stand at the door and sigh, taking it all in. Elijah’s jeans and shirt on the floor, bedside lamp on. Elijah himself under the covers and fast asleep, one hand up under his chin, fingers curled. Sigh and wonder how long it’ll take me to make up the spare bed. Hear the kettle whistle blow, loud and high pitched, Elijah doesn’t even stir. Damn. But he is on the far side of the bed, near the wall, the bed is big enough, and I doubt he’ll notice. And it’s my bed damnit and I want to sleep in my own bed. Head back to the kitchen to turn the kettle off.