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Secret
Title: Secret
Author: Charlotte May
Email:charlottemay43@hotmail.com
Rating:PG13
Pairing: Elijah/?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. I intend no disrespect to Elijah Wood or anyone else mentioned in this story.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Summary: Elijah thinks about his lover. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge #17 - notes
Author’s notes: This one is not my normal style – I love the way lotrpschallenge makes me try different things.
Crossposted tofellow_shippers and my lj.
Secret
“Tonight,” he whispered in Frodo’s pointed ear. “Your place. Usual time.”
Elijah nodded, trying to look like the other man had said something innocuous, but his heart was pounding and he felt his face beginning to flush. It’d been over a week since they’d last been together… alone. But they saw each other every day. So near and yet so far. Every scene. Sam, Gollum, Frodo and a bunch of rocks. So close Elijah could smell him, but unless the script called for it, he couldn’t touch. And he definitely couldn’t touch the way he wanted to. Oh no. Sometimes Elijah found himself salivating at the closeness of him, aching to be held… to be fucked.
Elijah watched him prepare for the next scene. Aware of the scrutiny, the other man turned and flashed him a quick smile. Nothing that would look out of place to a casual observer, but one that Elijah knew held promises of things to come that night. Elijah shivered in anticipation. God, he wanted him. He’d never met anyone quite like him; funny, kind, amazing in bed, a man who treated Elijah as an adult. And, after all, what could be more adult than fucking a co-star?
Elijah tried not to think about his lover’s wife. When he did, his conscience gave a little twinge, but he always brushed it aside. He hadn’t set out to seduce a married man. It had just kind of happened. And his lover had been a more than willing participant. Besides which, his wife didn’t know, and wasn’t going to find out, because they were meticulously careful and hadn’t told anyone about their relationship.
And what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.
**
Somehow Elijah got through the morning without staring too much and without getting too much of a bulge in his cute little hobbit breeches. Then Elijah had worked by himself all afternoon, so he hadn’t seen his lover at all, though his mind had been on him all the time. Walking to his car, his stomach jumped in anticipation of the night to come.
From the first moment they met, Elijah had looked up to the older man; asked for advice, admired him, even lusted after him in the quiet darkness of his room. But he’d pushed those emotions aside, trying to dismiss the feelings of empathy and closeness as a ‘life imitating art’ thing, given the relationship between their characters in the movie. Besides, although Elijah had made no secret of the fact he was gay, the other man was married, straight and totally off limits.
That had all changed one night at Elijah’s.
“I’m going, Lij.” He began to stand up.
Elijah pushed him back down. “No, you can’t. Everyone else has gone home. You can’t leave me alone!” With an overacted swoon, Elijah collapsed on the other man’s lap and grinned up at him.
“Idiot. You’ve had too much to drink. Get off, then I can go home.”
“No!” Elijah quickly changed position, straddling the other man and putting his hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the sofa.
“And how are you going to stop me?” He raised an eyebrow quizzically.
Acting totally on impulse, Elijah kissed him full on the mouth. He felt the other man freeze, then realising what he’d done, Elijah pulled back in panic. What on earth had possessed him? He held his breath, trembling with nerves.
What happened next shocked Elijah to the core. The other man smiled, and, looping his arm round Elijah’s neck, pulled him in for a bruising kiss, insinuating his tongue into Elijah’s mouth. Elijah gasped and responded, tangling their tongues together, as they collapsed full length onto the sofa in a flurry of arms and legs.
“I thought you were straight,” muttered Elijah between frantic kisses.
“You thought wrong. I’ve had my eye on you ever since I arrived.”
Elijah grinned and kissed him again.
They hadn’t gone the whole way that night, but two weeks later Elijah had been fucked until he couldn’t walk straight the next day, much to the amusement of his lover, who kept giving him knowing looks from amongst the polystyrene rocks.
Elijah smiled at the memory as he put the key in the lock. Home at last. He’d have time for a shower and a bite to eat before his lover arrived. As the door swung open he saw a letter on the floor. Elijah immediately recognised the handwriting. It was from him. The only time he’d ever written to Elijah like this was when he’d not been able to make one of their dates.
Sighing, Elijah picked up the envelope and opened it, resigning himself to an evening on his own. He unfolded the sheet of paper and began to read. The words hit him like a blow to the gut, knocking the wind out of him. His knees gave way and he slumped against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, knees against his chest, still clutching the piece of paper.
No, it couldn’t be.
He didn’t believe it.
No.
He read the note again.
This has to stop. My wife found out. - Andy
Author: Charlotte May
Email:charlottemay43@hotmail.com
Rating:PG13
Pairing: Elijah/?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. I intend no disrespect to Elijah Wood or anyone else mentioned in this story.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Summary: Elijah thinks about his lover. Written for
lotrpschallenge #17 - notesAuthor’s notes: This one is not my normal style – I love the way lotrpschallenge makes me try different things.
Crossposted to
fellow_shippers and my lj.Secret
“Tonight,” he whispered in Frodo’s pointed ear. “Your place. Usual time.”
Elijah nodded, trying to look like the other man had said something innocuous, but his heart was pounding and he felt his face beginning to flush. It’d been over a week since they’d last been together… alone. But they saw each other every day. So near and yet so far. Every scene. Sam, Gollum, Frodo and a bunch of rocks. So close Elijah could smell him, but unless the script called for it, he couldn’t touch. And he definitely couldn’t touch the way he wanted to. Oh no. Sometimes Elijah found himself salivating at the closeness of him, aching to be held… to be fucked.
Elijah watched him prepare for the next scene. Aware of the scrutiny, the other man turned and flashed him a quick smile. Nothing that would look out of place to a casual observer, but one that Elijah knew held promises of things to come that night. Elijah shivered in anticipation. God, he wanted him. He’d never met anyone quite like him; funny, kind, amazing in bed, a man who treated Elijah as an adult. And, after all, what could be more adult than fucking a co-star?
Elijah tried not to think about his lover’s wife. When he did, his conscience gave a little twinge, but he always brushed it aside. He hadn’t set out to seduce a married man. It had just kind of happened. And his lover had been a more than willing participant. Besides which, his wife didn’t know, and wasn’t going to find out, because they were meticulously careful and hadn’t told anyone about their relationship.
And what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.
**
Somehow Elijah got through the morning without staring too much and without getting too much of a bulge in his cute little hobbit breeches. Then Elijah had worked by himself all afternoon, so he hadn’t seen his lover at all, though his mind had been on him all the time. Walking to his car, his stomach jumped in anticipation of the night to come.
From the first moment they met, Elijah had looked up to the older man; asked for advice, admired him, even lusted after him in the quiet darkness of his room. But he’d pushed those emotions aside, trying to dismiss the feelings of empathy and closeness as a ‘life imitating art’ thing, given the relationship between their characters in the movie. Besides, although Elijah had made no secret of the fact he was gay, the other man was married, straight and totally off limits.
That had all changed one night at Elijah’s.
“I’m going, Lij.” He began to stand up.
Elijah pushed him back down. “No, you can’t. Everyone else has gone home. You can’t leave me alone!” With an overacted swoon, Elijah collapsed on the other man’s lap and grinned up at him.
“Idiot. You’ve had too much to drink. Get off, then I can go home.”
“No!” Elijah quickly changed position, straddling the other man and putting his hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the sofa.
“And how are you going to stop me?” He raised an eyebrow quizzically.
Acting totally on impulse, Elijah kissed him full on the mouth. He felt the other man freeze, then realising what he’d done, Elijah pulled back in panic. What on earth had possessed him? He held his breath, trembling with nerves.
What happened next shocked Elijah to the core. The other man smiled, and, looping his arm round Elijah’s neck, pulled him in for a bruising kiss, insinuating his tongue into Elijah’s mouth. Elijah gasped and responded, tangling their tongues together, as they collapsed full length onto the sofa in a flurry of arms and legs.
“I thought you were straight,” muttered Elijah between frantic kisses.
“You thought wrong. I’ve had my eye on you ever since I arrived.”
Elijah grinned and kissed him again.
They hadn’t gone the whole way that night, but two weeks later Elijah had been fucked until he couldn’t walk straight the next day, much to the amusement of his lover, who kept giving him knowing looks from amongst the polystyrene rocks.
Elijah smiled at the memory as he put the key in the lock. Home at last. He’d have time for a shower and a bite to eat before his lover arrived. As the door swung open he saw a letter on the floor. Elijah immediately recognised the handwriting. It was from him. The only time he’d ever written to Elijah like this was when he’d not been able to make one of their dates.
Sighing, Elijah picked up the envelope and opened it, resigning himself to an evening on his own. He unfolded the sheet of paper and began to read. The words hit him like a blow to the gut, knocking the wind out of him. His knees gave way and he slumped against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, knees against his chest, still clutching the piece of paper.
No, it couldn’t be.
He didn’t believe it.
No.
He read the note again.
This has to stop. My wife found out. - Andy