AN: This is a series of five drabbles - vignettes that, taken together, tell a story. Old-school LotR
Real Person Slash denotes fiction set during the years of principal shooting for the movie.
“Hey, mates! Mick’s lips!”
Laughter rebounds around the trailer’s walls, and Sean’s face reddens. He knocks Dominic’
s hands away from the crease in his belly, yanks his shirt down and grabs his jacket. Voices
call out as he turns blindly toward the door, but he doesn’t care.
Night closes around him. He kicks savagely at an inoffensive rock, and tenses as it skitters
toward the brightly-lit car park in a spray of gravel. But there’s no answering clank of
innocent metal, and he sighs with relief.
These reshoots are gonna be a bitch. Why the fuck can’t he stand prosperity?
~~~~~
Damn. He sags against the car and buries his head in his arms. Elijah's got the keys; there
went his grand exit. As if on cue, someone remarks from the surrounding darkness.
“He loves you, you know.”
“He’s got a strange way of showing it.”
“He’s Mancunian. What’d you expect, hearts and flowers?”
A hand grips his shoulder, kneading reassuringly, and he forces the words out.
“You laughed too.”
The hand stills, and he holds his breath.
Silence.
“When you laugh at someone you love, you have to trust that he laughs with you.”
Sean thinks about that, and nods.
~~~~~
“Sorry, mate.”
“s okay”
Dom slouches out of the gloom, Billy close behind him.
“You gotta loosen up, Seanwise. Look – make fun of me if you like. My jaw’s crooked, my
eyes’re too close together…”
“Bullshit. You know you pull more girls at the bars than any of us do.”
“That’s different. That’s… technique.” Dom grins.
Sean grins back and holds his free arm out. “Com’ere, you bastard.”
They melt together in a four-way hug, and Sean sighs resignedly.
“I’m so easy to mock, aren't I?"
Billy laughs, “That’s as may be, laddie, but you’re also very easy to love.”
~~~~~
The flagstones of Osgiliath are hard under Sean’s back, and Peter’s directing again,
demonstrating exactly what he wants.
“Okay, now put the blade under his chin.”
Elijah returns innocently. “Which chin?”
A titter runs through the crew, and Sean flinches. The blue eyes meet his, intent and
purposeful. Then the lips curve in a slow smile, the gaze goes soft warm tender, and it
moves over his face in a palpable caress.
Laugh with me, Sean.
“You wanker.” But it’s said with a grin, and Elijah giggles and pushes his face against Sean’
s neck.
“You’re still gonna pay,” Sean whispers.
~~~~~
The night brings another kind of fantasy. The kind that doesn’t only mess with your mind; it
sinks into the very soul of you, and makes of the real world a mockery.
It brings the creak of wood and the sharp snick of breaking thread.
“Damnit, Astin! That was my favorite tie!”
“Shut up, Elwood.”
He kisses his leisurely way down the smooth skin, bestowing a nip here, a suck there. Then
he parts the creamy thighs and licks delicately at Elijah’s hardness. Whimpers and the
desperate straining-upward of slim hips reward him, and he smiles.
Such a sweet revenge.
End
Real Person Slash denotes fiction set during the years of principal shooting for the movie.
“Hey, mates! Mick’s lips!”
Laughter rebounds around the trailer’s walls, and Sean’s face reddens. He knocks Dominic’
s hands away from the crease in his belly, yanks his shirt down and grabs his jacket. Voices
call out as he turns blindly toward the door, but he doesn’t care.
Night closes around him. He kicks savagely at an inoffensive rock, and tenses as it skitters
toward the brightly-lit car park in a spray of gravel. But there’s no answering clank of
innocent metal, and he sighs with relief.
These reshoots are gonna be a bitch. Why the fuck can’t he stand prosperity?
~~~~~
Damn. He sags against the car and buries his head in his arms. Elijah's got the keys; there
went his grand exit. As if on cue, someone remarks from the surrounding darkness.
“He loves you, you know.”
“He’s got a strange way of showing it.”
“He’s Mancunian. What’d you expect, hearts and flowers?”
A hand grips his shoulder, kneading reassuringly, and he forces the words out.
“You laughed too.”
The hand stills, and he holds his breath.
Silence.
“When you laugh at someone you love, you have to trust that he laughs with you.”
Sean thinks about that, and nods.
~~~~~
“Sorry, mate.”
“s okay”
Dom slouches out of the gloom, Billy close behind him.
“You gotta loosen up, Seanwise. Look – make fun of me if you like. My jaw’s crooked, my
eyes’re too close together…”
“Bullshit. You know you pull more girls at the bars than any of us do.”
“That’s different. That’s… technique.” Dom grins.
Sean grins back and holds his free arm out. “Com’ere, you bastard.”
They melt together in a four-way hug, and Sean sighs resignedly.
“I’m so easy to mock, aren't I?"
Billy laughs, “That’s as may be, laddie, but you’re also very easy to love.”
~~~~~
The flagstones of Osgiliath are hard under Sean’s back, and Peter’s directing again,
demonstrating exactly what he wants.
“Okay, now put the blade under his chin.”
Elijah returns innocently. “Which chin?”
A titter runs through the crew, and Sean flinches. The blue eyes meet his, intent and
purposeful. Then the lips curve in a slow smile, the gaze goes soft warm tender, and it
moves over his face in a palpable caress.
Laugh with me, Sean.
“You wanker.” But it’s said with a grin, and Elijah giggles and pushes his face against Sean’
s neck.
“You’re still gonna pay,” Sean whispers.
~~~~~
The night brings another kind of fantasy. The kind that doesn’t only mess with your mind; it
sinks into the very soul of you, and makes of the real world a mockery.
It brings the creak of wood and the sharp snick of breaking thread.
“Damnit, Astin! That was my favorite tie!”
“Shut up, Elwood.”
He kisses his leisurely way down the smooth skin, bestowing a nip here, a suck there. Then
he parts the creamy thighs and licks delicately at Elijah’s hardness. Whimpers and the
desperate straining-upward of slim hips reward him, and he smiles.
Such a sweet revenge.
End
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