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Fic: Controlled 2/45
Title: Controlled (2/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo (coming up)
Warnings: BDSM (but not this part)
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Elijah bonds with Orlando and the hobbits. Observations and an admission (almost) are made. (The parts will eventually get longer; I promise. They vary a lot in length throughout the story.)
When Elijah arrived in Wellington, he was quite conscious of being the kid on set.
He had done countless movies before where he was the youngest or close to it, but there was something about the proximity in age between Elijah and the other cast members who had arrived on set thus far that made him feel his age all the more sharply.
After all, he wasn’t really a kid anymore. In Wellington, he had his own apartment and a car that he could use, even if he could barely drive a stick and ended up being driven around by Dom or Billy half the time. He was able to legally drink, and though he had occasionally had a beer or two at home, it was a bit surreal to go to a pub, be asked for his ID, and be able to produce it without the requisite guilt. And he spent most of his time hanging out with Orlando, Dominic, and Billy, all of whom were close enough to his age to get along but just old enough to be conscious of the difference.
“Fuck, I forget!” Orlando exclaimed once when he was just on the other side of sober. “You don’t even remember when Rocky Horror became a big thing, do you?”
Elijah shook his head, and tried to look cool, but secretly wished that he had seen the cult flick on VHS with Angela when he had the chance, for he was not nearly the uber-knowledgable hipster that he someday hoped to become.
Orlando, of course, didn’t fit that description, either, but he had confidence. Orlando was a klutz, but an adorable and loveable klutz. He didn’t care what other people thought, and there was a sort of normalcy to him that Elijah admired. He had been in drama school when he got the part in Rings, and he had done all the usual schooling and summer jobs that someone his age should have. Orlando was comfortable in his own skin, and extremely comfortable with other people. Elijah got along fantastically with him, as did everyone. Elijah had heard that Orlando dated both boys and girls, but it wasn’t an odd thing with him. Orlando loved everyone. Orlando just fit.
Another night, Billy pointed out to a chorus of sombrely nodding heads that Elijah didn’t remember the Berlin Wall coming down, and Elijah wanted to point out that hey, he was nearly ten when it happened, and it was more a function of his American-ism that the event had no real impact on his life than anything. Besides, Orli wasn’t but a few years older than him, at any rate. But he kept his mouth shut.
Billy, of course, was older than any of them, and extremely mature. Sure, he got a little silly when he was drunk, but Billy had his own place in Glasgow, had worked in theatre, and was respected. He hadn’t been in a lot of big films like Elijah, but like Orlando, he knew how the real world worked. It was hard for Elijah to know exactly what Billy thought of him, but Elijah had the feeling Billy would be there when it counted. He admired Billy.
Then there were the other two hobbits, Dom Monaghan and Sean Astin. Sean had a wife and child, so that was pretty much the passport to adulthood. He could be a bit annoying in his “mothering” of Elijah, but Sean had real responsibilities. He was a real man. And then there was Dom. Dom was probably the easiest for Elijah to relate to—he had a bit of television experience from a British series, and his teenage years weren’t entirely “normal,” but he had still had summer jobs and had a normal sounding family back in Manchester. Plus, Dom was cultured. He had lived in Germany the first twelve years of his life, and knew about things like food and fashion. Dom was a blast, but next to him Elijah sometimes still felt like a kid.
It was at Dom’s flat, in fact, that something in Elijah finally snapped. The five of them were sitting around the telly watching a film, when four sets of hands suddenly lunged to cover Elijah’s eyes at a particularly racy scene involving handcuffs and a latex-clad domme. Elijah yelled indignantly, “I’ve done that before!” and then it was his turn to look sheepish as all four of his friends sat silently back on their hands and waited.
“Well… not… exactly that,” he stuttered as the screen showed the domme pulling out a particularly painful looking cat and beginning to whip the kneeling man with it, but it was already too late. He took a swig of his beer, lowered his eyes, and then suddenly darted off to the toilet with the pretext of needing a piss.
It was only as he stood, elbows on the sink, hair mussed as always from the work of his just-washed hands, that he realised what he had done. His eyes looked unusually wide to him, even alone, and an icier blue than they were supposed to be. Perhaps it was a trick of the alcohol, but even his skin looked paler, and his veins seemed to pop up more harshly against the neckline of his jumper. He was sure, standing in Dom’s tiny downstairs bathroom, that he was caught.
But, when he returned to the living room, back to face the lions, it was Elijah who was surprised when the hobbits and Orli, already back on the topic of old school videogames and who was better at Tekken II, barely noticed his re-entry into the conversation. Responding with an amiable insult to Dom’s most ridiculous boast, he smiled when Orli’s arm slung around his shoulders, hugging him close, and Sean just guffawed and slapped Elijah five when Orli let go. Billy, the only one to really act any differently after Elijah’s admission, gave him a small understanding smile and then went back to sipping at his Newcastle.
Because really, Elijah reasoned, it wasn’t that big of an admission. And no matter how glaring an error it may have seemed to him, no matter how much he thought he had “outed” himself in front of his friends, maybe it wasn’t so strange after all. Hollywood was a strange place, and everyone in their circle had probably seen worse. Even Orlando, fresh out of drama school, had to have had his share of poofters and emo kids for friends. So, Elijah decided with just the hint of a grin, perhaps he was just one of the guys. All adults, after all, must have their secrets. The question is only who is willing to share.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo (coming up)
Warnings: BDSM (but not this part)
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Elijah bonds with Orlando and the hobbits. Observations and an admission (almost) are made. (The parts will eventually get longer; I promise. They vary a lot in length throughout the story.)
When Elijah arrived in Wellington, he was quite conscious of being the kid on set.
He had done countless movies before where he was the youngest or close to it, but there was something about the proximity in age between Elijah and the other cast members who had arrived on set thus far that made him feel his age all the more sharply.
After all, he wasn’t really a kid anymore. In Wellington, he had his own apartment and a car that he could use, even if he could barely drive a stick and ended up being driven around by Dom or Billy half the time. He was able to legally drink, and though he had occasionally had a beer or two at home, it was a bit surreal to go to a pub, be asked for his ID, and be able to produce it without the requisite guilt. And he spent most of his time hanging out with Orlando, Dominic, and Billy, all of whom were close enough to his age to get along but just old enough to be conscious of the difference.
“Fuck, I forget!” Orlando exclaimed once when he was just on the other side of sober. “You don’t even remember when Rocky Horror became a big thing, do you?”
Elijah shook his head, and tried to look cool, but secretly wished that he had seen the cult flick on VHS with Angela when he had the chance, for he was not nearly the uber-knowledgable hipster that he someday hoped to become.
Orlando, of course, didn’t fit that description, either, but he had confidence. Orlando was a klutz, but an adorable and loveable klutz. He didn’t care what other people thought, and there was a sort of normalcy to him that Elijah admired. He had been in drama school when he got the part in Rings, and he had done all the usual schooling and summer jobs that someone his age should have. Orlando was comfortable in his own skin, and extremely comfortable with other people. Elijah got along fantastically with him, as did everyone. Elijah had heard that Orlando dated both boys and girls, but it wasn’t an odd thing with him. Orlando loved everyone. Orlando just fit.
Another night, Billy pointed out to a chorus of sombrely nodding heads that Elijah didn’t remember the Berlin Wall coming down, and Elijah wanted to point out that hey, he was nearly ten when it happened, and it was more a function of his American-ism that the event had no real impact on his life than anything. Besides, Orli wasn’t but a few years older than him, at any rate. But he kept his mouth shut.
Billy, of course, was older than any of them, and extremely mature. Sure, he got a little silly when he was drunk, but Billy had his own place in Glasgow, had worked in theatre, and was respected. He hadn’t been in a lot of big films like Elijah, but like Orlando, he knew how the real world worked. It was hard for Elijah to know exactly what Billy thought of him, but Elijah had the feeling Billy would be there when it counted. He admired Billy.
Then there were the other two hobbits, Dom Monaghan and Sean Astin. Sean had a wife and child, so that was pretty much the passport to adulthood. He could be a bit annoying in his “mothering” of Elijah, but Sean had real responsibilities. He was a real man. And then there was Dom. Dom was probably the easiest for Elijah to relate to—he had a bit of television experience from a British series, and his teenage years weren’t entirely “normal,” but he had still had summer jobs and had a normal sounding family back in Manchester. Plus, Dom was cultured. He had lived in Germany the first twelve years of his life, and knew about things like food and fashion. Dom was a blast, but next to him Elijah sometimes still felt like a kid.
It was at Dom’s flat, in fact, that something in Elijah finally snapped. The five of them were sitting around the telly watching a film, when four sets of hands suddenly lunged to cover Elijah’s eyes at a particularly racy scene involving handcuffs and a latex-clad domme. Elijah yelled indignantly, “I’ve done that before!” and then it was his turn to look sheepish as all four of his friends sat silently back on their hands and waited.
“Well… not… exactly that,” he stuttered as the screen showed the domme pulling out a particularly painful looking cat and beginning to whip the kneeling man with it, but it was already too late. He took a swig of his beer, lowered his eyes, and then suddenly darted off to the toilet with the pretext of needing a piss.
It was only as he stood, elbows on the sink, hair mussed as always from the work of his just-washed hands, that he realised what he had done. His eyes looked unusually wide to him, even alone, and an icier blue than they were supposed to be. Perhaps it was a trick of the alcohol, but even his skin looked paler, and his veins seemed to pop up more harshly against the neckline of his jumper. He was sure, standing in Dom’s tiny downstairs bathroom, that he was caught.
But, when he returned to the living room, back to face the lions, it was Elijah who was surprised when the hobbits and Orli, already back on the topic of old school videogames and who was better at Tekken II, barely noticed his re-entry into the conversation. Responding with an amiable insult to Dom’s most ridiculous boast, he smiled when Orli’s arm slung around his shoulders, hugging him close, and Sean just guffawed and slapped Elijah five when Orli let go. Billy, the only one to really act any differently after Elijah’s admission, gave him a small understanding smile and then went back to sipping at his Newcastle.
Because really, Elijah reasoned, it wasn’t that big of an admission. And no matter how glaring an error it may have seemed to him, no matter how much he thought he had “outed” himself in front of his friends, maybe it wasn’t so strange after all. Hollywood was a strange place, and everyone in their circle had probably seen worse. Even Orlando, fresh out of drama school, had to have had his share of poofters and emo kids for friends. So, Elijah decided with just the hint of a grin, perhaps he was just one of the guys. All adults, after all, must have their secrets. The question is only who is willing to share.
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