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FICLET: Just This [Craig/Orlando, PG]
Title: Just This
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkie
Pairing: Craig Parker/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG
Feedback: Anything, good or bad.
Summary: Craig wants Orlando, and Orlando comes to him.
Warning: Tiny image of het [Orlando/Liv].
Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Is fiction.
Thanks: Toempy for the beta, as usual :)
---
The first confession had taken place when they had both been drunk. Craig was certain Orlando didn't remember a thing about the whole event, and never before in his life had he been so thankful for alcohol and its power to make people forget. It was difficult enough to live with a vague memory of pouring his heart out to the boy. He couldn't even begin to imagine how embarrassing it would be if Orlando, too, had remembered.
It wouldn't have been so bad if they had both agreed on liking each other. No, what made the whole thing worse were the evading words coming from Orlando as Craig had finally had the courage to ask if the interest had been mutual. "I know you like boys. I like boys. I just don't like you. I mean, you know, like, not that way. You're nice and all and a hell of a friend but, you know, nothing more. You're not my type. Now, if you were Haldir and not you..."
And then Orlando had passed out, and Craig had had the honour of making sure the boy would be put safely in his bed. For a while, Craig had sat there, his fingertips gently touching Orlando's cheek, hair and neck. Eventually, he had walked to his own place, wishing Orlando would forget everything. Wishing he himself would - could - forget.
No such luck.
Right now, at someone's rented house - Craig wasn't sure whose it was this time, probably some body-double's - he could feel he was close to having taken one shot too many, and he was perfectly aware he was casting too many looks at Orlando's way, but he couldn't stop himself. The boy was far too mesmerizing to not look at.
It was when Orlando darted his tongue into Liv's ear that Craig finally turned his eyes away. He felt sick but instead of finding his way to the toilet he found himself standing alone in the kitchen. He went to the sink and splashed two handfuls of cold water onto his face. Taking a bottle of beer from the fridge, he walked to the counter to find the bottle opener. As he opened the bottle, he could hear someone entering the room.
It was Orlando.
"You were looking at me. I know you were. Me and Liv," Orlando slurred and started to laugh. Taking a few uncertain steps, he walked to Craig and pinned him against the counter. "You like me."
Craig looked into the boy's alcohol-blurred eyes and wished he could read Orlando's thoughts, whatever they were. The sober part of him knew things weren't going to end well, considering their last encounter, but the drunken side of him, the body and all of its sharp senses and urges, wanted to believe there was something.
"What if I do?" he asked, trying a soft approach. One wrong or unwanted answer, and he could still back away. Shake it all off as casual everyday flirtation between co-workers.
The lips on Craig's were warm and soft. The kiss, sweet and chaste, was everything Craig had wanted and more. Placing his beer bottle on the counter, he pulled Orlando closer, his hands tugging at the hemline of the shirt. Orlando broke the kiss and pulled away.
"No. I don't... We're mates. I don't want you that way." Orlando placed Craig's hands on the counter, and kissed him again, with careful kisses planted on Craig's lips. "Just this. This is nice."
Suddenly Craig knew it was useless. He wanted to answer the kisses, he truly did, with all his heart. This was Orlando, the boy he had wanted since day one, but suddenly he found he couldn't do it. Not when there was so much to lose. Setting his palms on Orlando's chest, Craig pushed Orlando away so abruptly the boy nearly lost his balance.
"You can't go around kissing people like that," Craig pleaded in a low, agitated voice, still leaning against the edge of the counter.
"I thought that's what you wanted." Orlando frowned, giving Craig a disbelieving look. Craig took his beer and walked past Orlando, their shoulders gently touching for a second. When reaching the doorway, Craig turned to look at the lonely, slightly swaying figure in the middle of the kitchen floor. "But you don't like me. You don't want me. Isn't that right?"
He left the room, but Orlando didn't follow him. Even though Craig hadn't really expected him to follow, it still hurt.
--The End--
Author:
darkiePairing: Craig Parker/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG
Feedback: Anything, good or bad.
Summary: Craig wants Orlando, and Orlando comes to him.
Warning: Tiny image of het [Orlando/Liv].
Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Is fiction.
Thanks: To
empy for the beta, as usual :)---
The first confession had taken place when they had both been drunk. Craig was certain Orlando didn't remember a thing about the whole event, and never before in his life had he been so thankful for alcohol and its power to make people forget. It was difficult enough to live with a vague memory of pouring his heart out to the boy. He couldn't even begin to imagine how embarrassing it would be if Orlando, too, had remembered.
It wouldn't have been so bad if they had both agreed on liking each other. No, what made the whole thing worse were the evading words coming from Orlando as Craig had finally had the courage to ask if the interest had been mutual. "I know you like boys. I like boys. I just don't like you. I mean, you know, like, not that way. You're nice and all and a hell of a friend but, you know, nothing more. You're not my type. Now, if you were Haldir and not you..."
And then Orlando had passed out, and Craig had had the honour of making sure the boy would be put safely in his bed. For a while, Craig had sat there, his fingertips gently touching Orlando's cheek, hair and neck. Eventually, he had walked to his own place, wishing Orlando would forget everything. Wishing he himself would - could - forget.
No such luck.
Right now, at someone's rented house - Craig wasn't sure whose it was this time, probably some body-double's - he could feel he was close to having taken one shot too many, and he was perfectly aware he was casting too many looks at Orlando's way, but he couldn't stop himself. The boy was far too mesmerizing to not look at.
It was when Orlando darted his tongue into Liv's ear that Craig finally turned his eyes away. He felt sick but instead of finding his way to the toilet he found himself standing alone in the kitchen. He went to the sink and splashed two handfuls of cold water onto his face. Taking a bottle of beer from the fridge, he walked to the counter to find the bottle opener. As he opened the bottle, he could hear someone entering the room.
It was Orlando.
"You were looking at me. I know you were. Me and Liv," Orlando slurred and started to laugh. Taking a few uncertain steps, he walked to Craig and pinned him against the counter. "You like me."
Craig looked into the boy's alcohol-blurred eyes and wished he could read Orlando's thoughts, whatever they were. The sober part of him knew things weren't going to end well, considering their last encounter, but the drunken side of him, the body and all of its sharp senses and urges, wanted to believe there was something.
"What if I do?" he asked, trying a soft approach. One wrong or unwanted answer, and he could still back away. Shake it all off as casual everyday flirtation between co-workers.
The lips on Craig's were warm and soft. The kiss, sweet and chaste, was everything Craig had wanted and more. Placing his beer bottle on the counter, he pulled Orlando closer, his hands tugging at the hemline of the shirt. Orlando broke the kiss and pulled away.
"No. I don't... We're mates. I don't want you that way." Orlando placed Craig's hands on the counter, and kissed him again, with careful kisses planted on Craig's lips. "Just this. This is nice."
Suddenly Craig knew it was useless. He wanted to answer the kisses, he truly did, with all his heart. This was Orlando, the boy he had wanted since day one, but suddenly he found he couldn't do it. Not when there was so much to lose. Setting his palms on Orlando's chest, Craig pushed Orlando away so abruptly the boy nearly lost his balance.
"You can't go around kissing people like that," Craig pleaded in a low, agitated voice, still leaning against the edge of the counter.
"I thought that's what you wanted." Orlando frowned, giving Craig a disbelieving look. Craig took his beer and walked past Orlando, their shoulders gently touching for a second. When reaching the doorway, Craig turned to look at the lonely, slightly swaying figure in the middle of the kitchen floor. "But you don't like me. You don't want me. Isn't that right?"
He left the room, but Orlando didn't follow him. Even though Craig hadn't really expected him to follow, it still hurt.
--The End--