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fellowshippers2004-10-27 10:50 am
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Fic: Late Night Talk
Fic: Late Night Talk
Author: Thalassa
Rated: G
Pairing: SB, OB
Author's notes: Unbeta-ed. Just something that came to me. Crossposted around, so I'm sorry if I'm spamming you. Archive it anywhere you want. Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated.
Orlando knocks again, and fidgets in the cold before the porch light finally flashes on, and a few seconds later, he hears the door being unlocked and opened.
Sean peers out, looking like a rather rumpled and curious owl. "Orlando? What's wrong? Do you have any idea how late it is?" He steps back, letting Orli in, and he gratefully moves into the warmth of the house.
"I'm sorry, Sean. I know it's late, but I just couldn't stand the thought of going home yet."
Sean rubs at his hair, making it stick up a bit more, and shakes his head wearily. "Be glad we aren't working tomorrow," he grumbles. "Want a cuppa?" He's already going into the kitchen, so Orlando follows him.
"That'd be grand, yeah," Orlando says with a nod. He catches a glimpse of himself as they pass the hallway mirror, and he grimaces. He'd been at a club with the hobbits, and now he's sweaty, his eyeliner has run, and he smells like stale beer and far too many cigarettes. "Need to take a slash," he explains, as he heads for the loo. "Be right there." Sean just nods and disappears around the corner.
Once in the bathroom, he scrubs his face with cold water, and slicks his hair back a little. He can't do more, and he's not here for a seduction anyhow. He takes a piss, then washes his hands and goes back to find Sean.
His host is sitting at the table, staring into an empty cup sleepily while he waits for the kettle. "So, why ya here, Orli?" he asks wearily.
Orlando takes the seat across from him and shrugs. "Just needed some England, you know?"
At that, Sean smiles a little, and looks up. "Yeah, that I can understand. Want some toast?" Orlando grins and nods, so Sean gets up and sets about that as well.
"You're homesick. That's understandable. I remember when I first started traveling for roles. Hated it. Of course, I wasn't in posh productions like this one that put me up in a house and all. More like a cheap hotel and you were lucky if it weren't a community loo. Still, doesn't matter how posh, you miss your family. Your friends. Even your favorite pub. I know." The kettle whistles and he pours, then puts a plate of toast between them. "The hobbits don't help?"
Orlando shrugs as he takes a bite of toast. "Dommie's more German I think, and Billy's too Scottish. Astin and Lij are Yanks. They don't understand me. I think Billy and Dommie both think I'm too grand for them sometimes. Like I don't understand them. Maybe I don't."
Sean sits back down and nods. "When I first came to London, I felt like I were being looked down on, for my accent, and my welding." He gives a wry grin. "Maybe they think it too, 'though I've never seen ya act like that. You're a good kid, Orlando."
Orlando smiles with a bit of a blush. "I don't want to be conceited. I think they're both better actors than I am. I mean, maybe one day it'll be different, but I've got a lot to learn, you know?"
Sean grins at him. "You're not bad. But yeah, you've got a lot to learn. Nothing wrong with that. Fuck me, I'm still learning. Every day it seems." He gets up to rinse his cup, then he walks around behind Orlando and rubs his hair. "Like I've learned to never cut my hair into some queer mohawk."
Orlando bursts out laughing. "I'll have you know the ladies can't keep their hands off it!"
"Yeah, or blokes either, from what I've seen!"
Orlando winks. "You touched it, s'true!"
Sean rolls his eyes. "Southern softie. Thought I'd better reassure you before you burst into tears or some such." He scowls but his green eyes are merry. "Now, are ya gonna let a man get his sleep, or are you going to keep blabbering?"
Orlando smiles, and he looks far more comfortable than he did when he arrived. "Depends. Can I stay here?"
Sean shakes his head. "Bloody brat. Yeah, the girl's rooms are still made up, and I don't suppose you'd be offended by all the pink." He grins cheekily.
Orlando gets up to put away his cup. "Nah, I'd be fine with it. And I promise not to wank or anything in your daughter's room."
Sean looks aghast. "Christ! You're a cheeky one!"
Orlando laughs, then walks over for a hug. "Thanks Sean."
Sean hugs him tight. "Thank you, Orlando."
Orli looks at him, puzzled. "What for?"
Sean shrugs. "I get homesick for being a dad sometimes."
Orlando smiles back at him. "Let's go to bed. But try to resist kissing me goodnight."
Author: Thalassa
Rated: G
Pairing: SB, OB
Author's notes: Unbeta-ed. Just something that came to me. Crossposted around, so I'm sorry if I'm spamming you. Archive it anywhere you want. Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated.
Orlando knocks again, and fidgets in the cold before the porch light finally flashes on, and a few seconds later, he hears the door being unlocked and opened.
Sean peers out, looking like a rather rumpled and curious owl. "Orlando? What's wrong? Do you have any idea how late it is?" He steps back, letting Orli in, and he gratefully moves into the warmth of the house.
"I'm sorry, Sean. I know it's late, but I just couldn't stand the thought of going home yet."
Sean rubs at his hair, making it stick up a bit more, and shakes his head wearily. "Be glad we aren't working tomorrow," he grumbles. "Want a cuppa?" He's already going into the kitchen, so Orlando follows him.
"That'd be grand, yeah," Orlando says with a nod. He catches a glimpse of himself as they pass the hallway mirror, and he grimaces. He'd been at a club with the hobbits, and now he's sweaty, his eyeliner has run, and he smells like stale beer and far too many cigarettes. "Need to take a slash," he explains, as he heads for the loo. "Be right there." Sean just nods and disappears around the corner.
Once in the bathroom, he scrubs his face with cold water, and slicks his hair back a little. He can't do more, and he's not here for a seduction anyhow. He takes a piss, then washes his hands and goes back to find Sean.
His host is sitting at the table, staring into an empty cup sleepily while he waits for the kettle. "So, why ya here, Orli?" he asks wearily.
Orlando takes the seat across from him and shrugs. "Just needed some England, you know?"
At that, Sean smiles a little, and looks up. "Yeah, that I can understand. Want some toast?" Orlando grins and nods, so Sean gets up and sets about that as well.
"You're homesick. That's understandable. I remember when I first started traveling for roles. Hated it. Of course, I wasn't in posh productions like this one that put me up in a house and all. More like a cheap hotel and you were lucky if it weren't a community loo. Still, doesn't matter how posh, you miss your family. Your friends. Even your favorite pub. I know." The kettle whistles and he pours, then puts a plate of toast between them. "The hobbits don't help?"
Orlando shrugs as he takes a bite of toast. "Dommie's more German I think, and Billy's too Scottish. Astin and Lij are Yanks. They don't understand me. I think Billy and Dommie both think I'm too grand for them sometimes. Like I don't understand them. Maybe I don't."
Sean sits back down and nods. "When I first came to London, I felt like I were being looked down on, for my accent, and my welding." He gives a wry grin. "Maybe they think it too, 'though I've never seen ya act like that. You're a good kid, Orlando."
Orlando smiles with a bit of a blush. "I don't want to be conceited. I think they're both better actors than I am. I mean, maybe one day it'll be different, but I've got a lot to learn, you know?"
Sean grins at him. "You're not bad. But yeah, you've got a lot to learn. Nothing wrong with that. Fuck me, I'm still learning. Every day it seems." He gets up to rinse his cup, then he walks around behind Orlando and rubs his hair. "Like I've learned to never cut my hair into some queer mohawk."
Orlando bursts out laughing. "I'll have you know the ladies can't keep their hands off it!"
"Yeah, or blokes either, from what I've seen!"
Orlando winks. "You touched it, s'true!"
Sean rolls his eyes. "Southern softie. Thought I'd better reassure you before you burst into tears or some such." He scowls but his green eyes are merry. "Now, are ya gonna let a man get his sleep, or are you going to keep blabbering?"
Orlando smiles, and he looks far more comfortable than he did when he arrived. "Depends. Can I stay here?"
Sean shakes his head. "Bloody brat. Yeah, the girl's rooms are still made up, and I don't suppose you'd be offended by all the pink." He grins cheekily.
Orlando gets up to put away his cup. "Nah, I'd be fine with it. And I promise not to wank or anything in your daughter's room."
Sean looks aghast. "Christ! You're a cheeky one!"
Orlando laughs, then walks over for a hug. "Thanks Sean."
Sean hugs him tight. "Thank you, Orlando."
Orli looks at him, puzzled. "What for?"
Sean shrugs. "I get homesick for being a dad sometimes."
Orlando smiles back at him. "Let's go to bed. But try to resist kissing me goodnight."
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:) Nice images
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