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Title: The Signs of the Zodiac 3/12
Pairing: Bean/Orlando, Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Orlando's life goes through quite a bit in the course of twelve months.
Notes: So, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
captnobvious and beizy for hand-holding in the early days and to shaenie who completely ripped the first draft of this apart. Many thanks. Couldn't have done it without you. Previous parts can be found here.
ARIES
April 17th
Orlando held the bottle in his hands and gritted his teeth as he struggled to open the bastard. Finally, he succeeded after pushing insistently at the cap and liberated all the little off-white coloured bits to the tiled floor. He sighed at his luck while rolling his eyes. It figured that it would go like this.
“Are you having trouble?” Sean’s voice drifted from the bedroom. Orlando winced as he bent over to pick the pills up, and a sharp shot of pain ran through his back. He bent down a little more gently the second time and sat on the floor to collect them while pondering his response. Finally, he decided to go the strict route.
“You rest,” Orlando ordered loudly, hoping his serious tone would carry all the way into the bedroom. “You heard the doctor. Lingering bronchial infection. Which means…”
“Rest,” Sean finished the sentence for him in a tone that spoke of having repeated the word often. As the sound of rustling sheets filled Orlando’s ears, someone at the door knocked loudly, right in front of his face. He looked up for a second and noted that the door was unlocked. He cocked his head back to the bedroom and still heard rustling sheets – something which made him smile and roll his eyes at the same time.
“It’s open,” Orlando called, picking up the last few. The door opened and Billy and Dom came in bearing soup, tea, and Echinacea in many forms along with a great number of bags. Dom immediately helped Orlando to his feet.
“We’ve called everyone,” Billy reported as he put the bags on the table. “Afternoon Sean!” he called back into the bedroom. “There isn’t a soul who doesn’t know about the party cancellation.”
“Thanks,” Orlando smiled gratefully.
He got up, and to his irritation, the same flaring of dull muscle pain in his back reappeared. His hand immediately went back there to support himself. Billy and Dom shared a worried frown that Orlando noticed, even though he knew the frown was supposed to have been subtle. He dismissed it, and collapsed into a relaxed position on the couch.
“I haven’t slept decently in three days.” He pitched his voice low so Sean wouldn’t hear what the discussion had shifted to. “I keep doing things because I’m worried the infection will get worse,” he confided and gave a quiet laugh. “Seems my body is catching up.”
He stretched his back. When he was content that the pain had subsided, he settled into the chair in a more normal position. Dom sat beside him. Billy took the opposite chair.
“But he’ll be okay?” Billy asked quietly. Orlando nodded, relieved. Even if the rest of the world was going to hell and back (which, as far as he knew, it wasn’t. That was beside the point), at least one good thing remained: Sean’s health was not in danger.
“He just needs time to recover, and unfortunately, that means having to cancel the party we had planned. His health is more important though,” Orlando said, though he had to admit to disappointment. They had both been looking forward to the party. He took one pill and gave the two men a short smile. “Excuse me.”
He was careful to be quiet as he entered the darkly lit room, but found his caution was unnecessary because Sean hadn’t fallen asleep yet. He flicked the light on and watched as Sean winced at the bright intrusion to his eyes. “Sorry,” Orlando murmured as he made his way over to the bed. He folded the pill into Sean’s hand and Sean swallowed the pill in one quick gulp.
“Billy and Dom are here,” Sean stated. Orlando made himself comfortable amongst the sheets and various limbs Sean had to offer. He pushed away the stray bottle on the night table, just in case an attack of clumsiness overcame him. “You’re being anti-social,” Sean accused as Orlando rested his head on Sean’s chest and remained there contentedly.
“I’m only checking for rattling,” Orlando reported innocently as the pain in his back completely subsided. After spending a few moments curled up comfortably by Sean’s side, Orlando sat up. “Three days, you said? That estimate couldn’t be reduced, now could it?” Orlando asked hopefully as his fingers roamed over the tattered old clothes Sean was wearing. Sean captured the travelling fingers with his hand.
“Three days,” he said seriously. “It won’t be as good until then.”
Orlando placed a kiss on Sean’s forehead, hiding his disappointment. He found it quite difficult to refrain from lowering the lips and turning the chaste kiss into something a little less innocent that involved wrapping his two willing lips around Sean’s cock and pleasing the man into reducing three days to three seconds. He pulled away and his fingers slipped out of Sean’s grasp quite.
“Three days,” Orlando repeated with a heavy sigh as he shut the heavy oak door behind him. In the living room, he found Dom and Billy whispering together on the couch with barely a centimetre of space between them.
“Secrets don’t make friends,” Orlando commented, cocking a curious eyebrow and his words sent them scooting apart. Orlando remained standing as they stayed in deep silence. He was surprised to find that he was itching to know what they had been speaking about. “Is anything wrong?”
“No,” Dom smiled reassuringly.
“We were jut wondering if Sean is healthy enough…”
“…in an aware-enough state,” Dom interjected.
“Aware-enough state,” Billy grinned his thanks at Dom, “for our birthday present.”
“Well, he’s well enough for anything,” Orlando muttered grumpily and was quite aware of the childish tone to his voice. “The doctor even said so, but he’s got it into his head that we shouldn’t do anything for three days.”
“Perfect,” Dom announced as he quickly grabbed the plastic bag, veritably bursting with goods in his hands and nodded at Billy. “Come on,” he commented. He turned and smiled at Orlando. “We won’t be more than fifteen minutes, and then the sickly man is all yours.”
Dom opened the door and Billy trailed him inside. Orlando watched as a lamp was lit, and the main light was turned off. They exchanged greetings. Billy looked around carefully, almost…secretively, and Orlando’s nerves – already stretched thin by Sean’s illness – practically squealed with tension as Billy carefully shut the door.
The soundproof door.
Sean and Orlando had put it in when Viggo was spending time with them; they hadn’t wanted to be rude. One day of labour and they’d installed a brand new, soundproof door. One that was perfect for keeping sounds out. The first night of testing it out would never leave Orlando’s mind, and it had served its purpose very well since then along with the thick walls of the house.
Never once did he imagine the door would ever cause him this much trouble. He hadn’t even considered the possibility that the soundproofing could work against him.
What if…what if something was happening? Barging in would either confirm his suspicions or make him look like an untrusting, jealous ninny. Neither outcome was desirable, so he remained still.
Five minutes passed.
Orlando’s brain ran through every last possible thing they could be doing. He thought and re-thought and began imagining just what else was in that bag they had brought in with them. He played with tiny knick-knacks that adorned the table in an attempt to distract himself from what exactly was happening behind closed doors.
Ten minutes passed.
Orlando’s nerves tweaked a little more and he tried to think of other things. Football, his next project, anything but soundproof doors and his boyfriend in a room alone with his best friend and his best friends’ boyfriend doing who knows what. He even managed to distract himself with the plans for the next party, and whose it would be, and what he would wear. He was fine with that for a while, until…until fifteen minutes came.
And fifteen minutes passed.
Orlando’s nerves were completely wrecked by the time the door opened, and in the moments the heavy door was ajar, he caught a glimpse of ruffled sheets. Orlando frowned when he saw that Billy’s shirt looked quite wrinkled. Orlando shut his eyes and tried to will away the horrible thoughts that were plaguing his brain. Dom and Billy passed him – bags still in hand – and acted as though nothing was wrong at all. In that time, the pain in his back shot through him with surprising speed.
“I’ll call you,” Dom promised as they collected their things. “Be well!”
“Just think,” Billy’s face perked up before he turned to leave. “Three more days.”
Orlando gave a tight smile and waved them goodbye. He turned to look at the closed door, but thought better of rushing in and yelling at a drowsy Sean. It would get him the answer, but it would set their relationship on edge. Orlando clenched his jaw after they had left him at the mercy of his paranoia.
tbc
Pairing: Bean/Orlando, Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Orlando's life goes through quite a bit in the course of twelve months.
Notes: So, thanks to
captnobvious and beizy for hand-holding in the early days and to shaenie who completely ripped the first draft of this apart. Many thanks. Couldn't have done it without you. Previous parts can be found here.April 17th
Orlando held the bottle in his hands and gritted his teeth as he struggled to open the bastard. Finally, he succeeded after pushing insistently at the cap and liberated all the little off-white coloured bits to the tiled floor. He sighed at his luck while rolling his eyes. It figured that it would go like this.
“Are you having trouble?” Sean’s voice drifted from the bedroom. Orlando winced as he bent over to pick the pills up, and a sharp shot of pain ran through his back. He bent down a little more gently the second time and sat on the floor to collect them while pondering his response. Finally, he decided to go the strict route.
“You rest,” Orlando ordered loudly, hoping his serious tone would carry all the way into the bedroom. “You heard the doctor. Lingering bronchial infection. Which means…”
“Rest,” Sean finished the sentence for him in a tone that spoke of having repeated the word often. As the sound of rustling sheets filled Orlando’s ears, someone at the door knocked loudly, right in front of his face. He looked up for a second and noted that the door was unlocked. He cocked his head back to the bedroom and still heard rustling sheets – something which made him smile and roll his eyes at the same time.
“It’s open,” Orlando called, picking up the last few. The door opened and Billy and Dom came in bearing soup, tea, and Echinacea in many forms along with a great number of bags. Dom immediately helped Orlando to his feet.
“We’ve called everyone,” Billy reported as he put the bags on the table. “Afternoon Sean!” he called back into the bedroom. “There isn’t a soul who doesn’t know about the party cancellation.”
“Thanks,” Orlando smiled gratefully.
He got up, and to his irritation, the same flaring of dull muscle pain in his back reappeared. His hand immediately went back there to support himself. Billy and Dom shared a worried frown that Orlando noticed, even though he knew the frown was supposed to have been subtle. He dismissed it, and collapsed into a relaxed position on the couch.
“I haven’t slept decently in three days.” He pitched his voice low so Sean wouldn’t hear what the discussion had shifted to. “I keep doing things because I’m worried the infection will get worse,” he confided and gave a quiet laugh. “Seems my body is catching up.”
He stretched his back. When he was content that the pain had subsided, he settled into the chair in a more normal position. Dom sat beside him. Billy took the opposite chair.
“But he’ll be okay?” Billy asked quietly. Orlando nodded, relieved. Even if the rest of the world was going to hell and back (which, as far as he knew, it wasn’t. That was beside the point), at least one good thing remained: Sean’s health was not in danger.
“He just needs time to recover, and unfortunately, that means having to cancel the party we had planned. His health is more important though,” Orlando said, though he had to admit to disappointment. They had both been looking forward to the party. He took one pill and gave the two men a short smile. “Excuse me.”
He was careful to be quiet as he entered the darkly lit room, but found his caution was unnecessary because Sean hadn’t fallen asleep yet. He flicked the light on and watched as Sean winced at the bright intrusion to his eyes. “Sorry,” Orlando murmured as he made his way over to the bed. He folded the pill into Sean’s hand and Sean swallowed the pill in one quick gulp.
“Billy and Dom are here,” Sean stated. Orlando made himself comfortable amongst the sheets and various limbs Sean had to offer. He pushed away the stray bottle on the night table, just in case an attack of clumsiness overcame him. “You’re being anti-social,” Sean accused as Orlando rested his head on Sean’s chest and remained there contentedly.
“I’m only checking for rattling,” Orlando reported innocently as the pain in his back completely subsided. After spending a few moments curled up comfortably by Sean’s side, Orlando sat up. “Three days, you said? That estimate couldn’t be reduced, now could it?” Orlando asked hopefully as his fingers roamed over the tattered old clothes Sean was wearing. Sean captured the travelling fingers with his hand.
“Three days,” he said seriously. “It won’t be as good until then.”
Orlando placed a kiss on Sean’s forehead, hiding his disappointment. He found it quite difficult to refrain from lowering the lips and turning the chaste kiss into something a little less innocent that involved wrapping his two willing lips around Sean’s cock and pleasing the man into reducing three days to three seconds. He pulled away and his fingers slipped out of Sean’s grasp quite.
“Three days,” Orlando repeated with a heavy sigh as he shut the heavy oak door behind him. In the living room, he found Dom and Billy whispering together on the couch with barely a centimetre of space between them.
“Secrets don’t make friends,” Orlando commented, cocking a curious eyebrow and his words sent them scooting apart. Orlando remained standing as they stayed in deep silence. He was surprised to find that he was itching to know what they had been speaking about. “Is anything wrong?”
“No,” Dom smiled reassuringly.
“We were jut wondering if Sean is healthy enough…”
“…in an aware-enough state,” Dom interjected.
“Aware-enough state,” Billy grinned his thanks at Dom, “for our birthday present.”
“Well, he’s well enough for anything,” Orlando muttered grumpily and was quite aware of the childish tone to his voice. “The doctor even said so, but he’s got it into his head that we shouldn’t do anything for three days.”
“Perfect,” Dom announced as he quickly grabbed the plastic bag, veritably bursting with goods in his hands and nodded at Billy. “Come on,” he commented. He turned and smiled at Orlando. “We won’t be more than fifteen minutes, and then the sickly man is all yours.”
Dom opened the door and Billy trailed him inside. Orlando watched as a lamp was lit, and the main light was turned off. They exchanged greetings. Billy looked around carefully, almost…secretively, and Orlando’s nerves – already stretched thin by Sean’s illness – practically squealed with tension as Billy carefully shut the door.
The soundproof door.
Sean and Orlando had put it in when Viggo was spending time with them; they hadn’t wanted to be rude. One day of labour and they’d installed a brand new, soundproof door. One that was perfect for keeping sounds out. The first night of testing it out would never leave Orlando’s mind, and it had served its purpose very well since then along with the thick walls of the house.
Never once did he imagine the door would ever cause him this much trouble. He hadn’t even considered the possibility that the soundproofing could work against him.
What if…what if something was happening? Barging in would either confirm his suspicions or make him look like an untrusting, jealous ninny. Neither outcome was desirable, so he remained still.
Five minutes passed.
Orlando’s brain ran through every last possible thing they could be doing. He thought and re-thought and began imagining just what else was in that bag they had brought in with them. He played with tiny knick-knacks that adorned the table in an attempt to distract himself from what exactly was happening behind closed doors.
Ten minutes passed.
Orlando’s nerves tweaked a little more and he tried to think of other things. Football, his next project, anything but soundproof doors and his boyfriend in a room alone with his best friend and his best friends’ boyfriend doing who knows what. He even managed to distract himself with the plans for the next party, and whose it would be, and what he would wear. He was fine with that for a while, until…until fifteen minutes came.
And fifteen minutes passed.
Orlando’s nerves were completely wrecked by the time the door opened, and in the moments the heavy door was ajar, he caught a glimpse of ruffled sheets. Orlando frowned when he saw that Billy’s shirt looked quite wrinkled. Orlando shut his eyes and tried to will away the horrible thoughts that were plaguing his brain. Dom and Billy passed him – bags still in hand – and acted as though nothing was wrong at all. In that time, the pain in his back shot through him with surprising speed.
“I’ll call you,” Dom promised as they collected their things. “Be well!”
“Just think,” Billy’s face perked up before he turned to leave. “Three more days.”
Orlando gave a tight smile and waved them goodbye. He turned to look at the closed door, but thought better of rushing in and yelling at a drowsy Sean. It would get him the answer, but it would set their relationship on edge. Orlando clenched his jaw after they had left him at the mercy of his paranoia.
tbc