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fellowshippers2003-08-31 02:02 am
thejennabides.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-08-31 02:02 am
ficlet: tequila smile [ew/sb/ob]
TITLE: Tequila Smile
AUTHOR:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thejennabides
SITE: Secret Panel
PAIRING: Elijah/Sean/Orlando
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMERS: This is a work of fiction. Made up. Not real. Never happened. Not implying anything. Pure fiction.
DEDICATION: formcee (thank you for the initial sqeeage over pictures, and for the expert consultation!) and sparcck (just 'cos!)
NOTE: inspired by the pictures from Fun City Tattoo: [1] [2] [3]
tequila smile
Elijah curls his feet around the upper rung of the chair, hugs his knees. The bottle rests securely in his lap, heavy and comforting between his thighs.
"Alright, Elijah?"
Elijah drags his eyes away from the needle, (blood, swelling and beading), flushed skin; blinks into Sean's eyes. Yeah, he means to say. "Doesn't it hurt?" he blurts out, and Sean's the one who says, "Yeah." Smiles, and says yeah.
"Lij needed to hold Ian's hand when he got his own." Elijah's eyes flick to Orlando's unreadable eyes, Orlando's unreadable smile; a smile on his mouth and in his eyes, but one that speaks a language Elijah is not fluent in.
"You can hold my hand," Elijah's eyes flicker back when Sean speaks, to eyes that never left him, "if you need to." Sean smiles.
Elijah blinks. Unwraps himself. The mouth of the bottle is digging into his chest, and he reaches to curl his hand around the neck, to draw it from between his thighs, to raise the mouth to his. He tongues the closed opening, tracing the metal-slick circumference, wishing for traces of tequila. Sean smiles and Orlando's probably smiling too but Elijah doesn't look; he looks at the fellowship being marked into Sean's skin; he looks at Sean's smile; he means to smile himself but he doesn't.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Elijah says again when they're back at Sean's hotel and Orlando has peeled back the gauze.
"Yeah." This time it's Orlando and Orlando's smiling eyes and Orlando's smiling mouth to say it. Yeah, Orlando and his smile say as they touchkiss Sean's tattoo. Sean shivers, and Orlando shivers too; Orlando smiles with his eyes closed, and Sean smiles with his eyes open. Smiles for Orlando, smiles to Elijah.
And Elijah shivers too. Raises the bottle again, tongues the open opening; tips it back and he can still see Sean's smile behind closed eyelids, almost tastes Orlando's, as he pours and swallows, searches the bottom of the bottle for a tequila smile of his own, for them.
AUTHOR:
thejennabidesSITE: Secret Panel
PAIRING: Elijah/Sean/Orlando
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMERS: This is a work of fiction. Made up. Not real. Never happened. Not implying anything. Pure fiction.
DEDICATION: for
mcee (thank you for the initial sqeeage over pictures, and for the expert consultation!) and sparcck (just 'cos!)NOTE: inspired by the pictures from Fun City Tattoo: [1] [2] [3]
Elijah curls his feet around the upper rung of the chair, hugs his knees. The bottle rests securely in his lap, heavy and comforting between his thighs.
"Alright, Elijah?"
Elijah drags his eyes away from the needle, (blood, swelling and beading), flushed skin; blinks into Sean's eyes. Yeah, he means to say. "Doesn't it hurt?" he blurts out, and Sean's the one who says, "Yeah." Smiles, and says yeah.
"Lij needed to hold Ian's hand when he got his own." Elijah's eyes flick to Orlando's unreadable eyes, Orlando's unreadable smile; a smile on his mouth and in his eyes, but one that speaks a language Elijah is not fluent in.
"You can hold my hand," Elijah's eyes flicker back when Sean speaks, to eyes that never left him, "if you need to." Sean smiles.
Elijah blinks. Unwraps himself. The mouth of the bottle is digging into his chest, and he reaches to curl his hand around the neck, to draw it from between his thighs, to raise the mouth to his. He tongues the closed opening, tracing the metal-slick circumference, wishing for traces of tequila. Sean smiles and Orlando's probably smiling too but Elijah doesn't look; he looks at the fellowship being marked into Sean's skin; he looks at Sean's smile; he means to smile himself but he doesn't.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Elijah says again when they're back at Sean's hotel and Orlando has peeled back the gauze.
"Yeah." This time it's Orlando and Orlando's smiling eyes and Orlando's smiling mouth to say it. Yeah, Orlando and his smile say as they touchkiss Sean's tattoo. Sean shivers, and Orlando shivers too; Orlando smiles with his eyes closed, and Sean smiles with his eyes open. Smiles for Orlando, smiles to Elijah.
And Elijah shivers too. Raises the bottle again, tongues the open opening; tips it back and he can still see Sean's smile behind closed eyelids, almost tastes Orlando's, as he pours and swallows, searches the bottom of the bottle for a tequila smile of his own, for them.