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Title: Simple
Author: Ami
Rating: NC-17ish
Pairing: Marshall/Orlando
Summary: Sequel to Never. The link to the parts before that are there. I'm being lazy ;). No porn. More angst. Sorry ;). I would also like to thank Deshaun and Viggo for their continuing and somewhat unexpected cameo appearances.
Disclaimer: I made it up. To my knowledge it never happened.
Deshaun found out three weeks later when he found a tear-stained Marshall curled up on the sofa clutching one of Hailie’s magazines to his chest, the white noise of the TV hissing in the background. Even as the tears started welling in his eyes again, Marshall said he hadn’t been crying, because he didn’t give a damn, Orlando had just been a quick fuck and of course he could fucking live without him, because he was no faggot it had just felt good and it was easy because Orlando knew the risks if they were caught and he trusted him to keep his mouth shut and they’d only stopped seeing each other because...
Marshall look down at the crumpled poster in the magazine and the flow of words stopped in his throat. Deshaun put a hand on his shoulder.
"You pretty gone, huh?"
Viggo found out three weeks later when he found Orlando passed out in his armchair, empty beer cans littered at his feet and the stereo pumping bass so loud it made the room shake. Half asleep and slurring his words, Orlando explained that he just missed the excitement of the illicit meetings and he’d liked having a secret that was just his and he'd known it was never going to go anywhere but it was nice while it lasted and now that it was over, well that was fine too because he could easily find someone else and Marshall wasn’t that special and...
The words faded along with his eyes. Viggo reached out to take his hand.
"You need to get to bed."
Orlando pulled his hand away and curled up into a tight little ball on the chair.
"The bed’s too big."
When Marshall thought about Orlando, he fantasised about taking him out to dinner, holding his hand across the table and watching the candlelight flicker in Orlando’s dark eyes. The longer they spent apart the more Marshall’s dreams were of them simply being together, of the way Orlando made him feel. That freedom he’d felt when he didn’t have to pretend. That was what Orlando had given him. What no one else ever had. The chance to be vulnerable without being scared. To be out of control and still feel safe.
Somewhere in the depths of his thoughts, he admitted he missed him.
"I’m 32. I’ve got two kids to look after. I’ve got too many things to consider. I can’t just announce to the world that I’m fucking Legolas."
Deshaun smirked.
"It’s not funny."
"No, it’s fucking tragic. That bleach musta finally fucked up your brain. When did you turn into such a fucking pussy?"
When Orlando thought about Marshall, he fantasised about walking down some red carpet with their hands laced together, letting the cameras flash and the mouths drop open and then at the last minute before they disappeared into the party or the premiere, they’d share just a small kiss then Marshall would slip an arm around his shoulder and they’d go in. Marshall made him feel safe and solid, like nothing could touch him. Marshall had given him an immunity he’d never had before.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he needed him.
"It was too complicated. Too many things could have gone wrong. It was starting to get messy. We’d agreed once a month but it just wasn’t working out they way we’d thought."
"So you broke up because you liked each other too much?"
"It’s not that simple. It was turning into something it couldn’t be."
"I’ve known you a long time Orlando, and that is quite possibly the stupidest thing you’ve ever said."
Marshall stared at Orlando’s name in his cell phone. Orlando stared at Marshall’s. It couldn’t be that simple.
Author: Ami
Rating: NC-17ish
Pairing: Marshall/Orlando
Summary: Sequel to Never. The link to the parts before that are there. I'm being lazy ;). No porn. More angst. Sorry ;). I would also like to thank Deshaun and Viggo for their continuing and somewhat unexpected cameo appearances.
Disclaimer: I made it up. To my knowledge it never happened.
Deshaun found out three weeks later when he found a tear-stained Marshall curled up on the sofa clutching one of Hailie’s magazines to his chest, the white noise of the TV hissing in the background. Even as the tears started welling in his eyes again, Marshall said he hadn’t been crying, because he didn’t give a damn, Orlando had just been a quick fuck and of course he could fucking live without him, because he was no faggot it had just felt good and it was easy because Orlando knew the risks if they were caught and he trusted him to keep his mouth shut and they’d only stopped seeing each other because...
Marshall look down at the crumpled poster in the magazine and the flow of words stopped in his throat. Deshaun put a hand on his shoulder.
"You pretty gone, huh?"
Viggo found out three weeks later when he found Orlando passed out in his armchair, empty beer cans littered at his feet and the stereo pumping bass so loud it made the room shake. Half asleep and slurring his words, Orlando explained that he just missed the excitement of the illicit meetings and he’d liked having a secret that was just his and he'd known it was never going to go anywhere but it was nice while it lasted and now that it was over, well that was fine too because he could easily find someone else and Marshall wasn’t that special and...
The words faded along with his eyes. Viggo reached out to take his hand.
"You need to get to bed."
Orlando pulled his hand away and curled up into a tight little ball on the chair.
"The bed’s too big."
When Marshall thought about Orlando, he fantasised about taking him out to dinner, holding his hand across the table and watching the candlelight flicker in Orlando’s dark eyes. The longer they spent apart the more Marshall’s dreams were of them simply being together, of the way Orlando made him feel. That freedom he’d felt when he didn’t have to pretend. That was what Orlando had given him. What no one else ever had. The chance to be vulnerable without being scared. To be out of control and still feel safe.
Somewhere in the depths of his thoughts, he admitted he missed him.
"I’m 32. I’ve got two kids to look after. I’ve got too many things to consider. I can’t just announce to the world that I’m fucking Legolas."
Deshaun smirked.
"It’s not funny."
"No, it’s fucking tragic. That bleach musta finally fucked up your brain. When did you turn into such a fucking pussy?"
When Orlando thought about Marshall, he fantasised about walking down some red carpet with their hands laced together, letting the cameras flash and the mouths drop open and then at the last minute before they disappeared into the party or the premiere, they’d share just a small kiss then Marshall would slip an arm around his shoulder and they’d go in. Marshall made him feel safe and solid, like nothing could touch him. Marshall had given him an immunity he’d never had before.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he needed him.
"It was too complicated. Too many things could have gone wrong. It was starting to get messy. We’d agreed once a month but it just wasn’t working out they way we’d thought."
"So you broke up because you liked each other too much?"
"It’s not that simple. It was turning into something it couldn’t be."
"I’ve known you a long time Orlando, and that is quite possibly the stupidest thing you’ve ever said."
Marshall stared at Orlando’s name in his cell phone. Orlando stared at Marshall’s. It couldn’t be that simple.