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Something Different 1/10
Title: Something Different
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vestalvagrant
Pairings: DM/OB, LT/IMcK (just kidding)
Rating: This chapter PG13
Summary: Lij stays at home to lick his wounds while Dom goes out to lick lime and salt, and something (or someone) else.
Beta: You wish.
Notes: This chapter written for the August LimeyChallenge. Dom Monaghan with anyone, starting with the line: ‘You over-sized, bloody baby!’ Dom thought. (I changed the punctuation a little.)
Disclaimer: I’m sure you know about RPS. I don’t know what the sexual preferences of these people are, as I’ve never met them, and if I did I’d probably just jump them without waiting to find out.
*****
You over-sized, bloody baby, Dom thought, as Lij disappeared into his bedroom. The boy had been sulking for thirty-six hours and was really giving Dom the shits. At first he’d tried the concerned friend approach, then the irritated housemate approach, but Lij wouldn’t talk. Dom knew it was love troubles; that was easy to guess from the way Lij had been smiling at inanimate objects up until around thirty-eight hours ago. Obviously it didn’t work out and now he wouldn’t talk about it. He seemed to think no-one had ever been rejected before. And so what if it was someone they were working with? The trick was to keep smiling through gritted teeth until someone new looked your way.
“Fine, I’m going without you then,” Dom yelled down the hall as he picked up the car keys. “Don’t have too much fun home alone.”
Dom drove over to Orlando’s house to meet up with the rest of the group. Only Orlando and Liv were there, Billy having made excuses about an impending strep throat (nothing funnier than a croaky Scot, Dom thought) and the Men declining fervently (old geezers, Orlando agreed). Dom left the car in Orli’s driveway and the three walked to the pub, either for a few quiet ones or the first few of many, depending on the spirit the evening took.
“Is Elijah okay?” Liv asked Dom. “He seemed a bit upset the last time I talked to him.”
Way to aim for the stars Lij, Dom thought. As if any of them would have a shot with Liv. Lij must have lost sight of the distance between guys like them and vixens like Liv, mistaking her approachable friendliness for attainability.
“Lij will be right,” Dom said, not wanting to betray his friend’s devastation. “He’s just in a bit of a mood at the moment, should snap out of it soon enough. He’s a tough little bugger.” Dom noticed that Liv seem relieved, and Orlando changed the subject to the party Peter was going to have next weekend.
*****
The pub was crowded when they arrived and Dom was soon in the mood for a big night. When it was his shout her ordered tequila shots with beer chasers, and when Orlando’s shout came around again he just ordered tequila with salt and lime on the side.
While Liv was in the bathroom Dom leaned over and shouted in Orli’s ear, “Do you think Liv would ever go for one of us?”
“What, me or you?” Orli shouted back.
“No, I mean us in general. The guys on the cast. Any of us.”
“Hum, I never really thought about it. I don’t see why she wouldn’t. Who, though?”
They started listing the different guys on the film, trying to figure out who Liv would go for and which pairings would be compatible. They were roaring with laughter over the idea of Liv and Christopher Lee when Liv in person smacked Dom over the head and demanded to know what they were talking about.
“Just trying to guess if you’d rather be posing for Viggo’s paintings or bringing up Sean Astin’s babies,” Orli giggled. He could be such a girl when he was drunk.
“If you’re trying to marry me off, I’d rather be shopping in Gucci with Ian. Jesus, I can’t turn my back for five minutes without having my love life gossiped about.” She was glaring at Dom and he was drunk enough to smirk back at her. Served her right for toying with Lij.
“So are you housewives staying here or are we moving on to somewhere more civilised?” Liv asked, hands on hips.
“Umm... Orli, whatcha wanna do?” Dom asked him.
“Ah fuck, I don’t know... let’s move on, that’s what Liv wants to do.”
Liv downed the tequila shot that Orli had ordered for her while she was away and they moved on.
*****
After an hour at the club Orli and Dom went outside so Orli could smoke. Liv stayed behind talking to the beautiful people she never erred in finding. Orlando offered Dom a cigarette and he took it, just for something different.
“So, what’s up with Lij then?” Orli asked as he lit Dom’s cigarette.
“He’s shut up in his bedroom refusing to talk. Absolutely crushed.”
Orlando fumbled with the lighter and swore as he burnt his thumb. “Oh fuck, poor guy. How much has he told you?”
“Not a thing, but it’s not hard to tell what’s going on. Well, if you’re going to have your heart broken for the first time it’s an honour to be able to say it was by Liv Tyler. He’ll be bragging about it in a year.”
Orlando didn’t answer for a minute, just smoked quietly and examined the glowing end of his cigarette. Dom was trying to use his to write in the sky like he did with sparklers as a kid.
He was about to suggest trying to find a 7-Eleven to buy some sparklers when Orli spoke. “Dom I-”
Dom waited. Then, “Yeah, what?”
Orli dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it under his shoe. “Sblombie...” He took hold of Dom’s wrist, stilling the twirling hand. Dom stared at him until he felt Orlando’s breath on his cheek, and then as if by instinct he closed his eyes and met Orli’s lips midway. His kiss was gentle and almost shy, and just as Dom was getting used to the sensation of Orlando’s tongue against his upper lip Orlando pulled away.
“Why’d you do that?” Dom asked. “Why’d you stop?”
Orlando looked down at his feet. “You’re going to hate me for this...”
*****
AN: In the next chapter... Wow, what’s Orli about to say?! If you haven’t figured it out I shall think you a simpleton.
Author:
vestalvagrantPairings: DM/OB, LT/IMcK (just kidding)
Rating: This chapter PG13
Summary: Lij stays at home to lick his wounds while Dom goes out to lick lime and salt, and something (or someone) else.
Beta: You wish.
Notes: This chapter written for the August LimeyChallenge. Dom Monaghan with anyone, starting with the line: ‘You over-sized, bloody baby!’ Dom thought. (I changed the punctuation a little.)
Disclaimer: I’m sure you know about RPS. I don’t know what the sexual preferences of these people are, as I’ve never met them, and if I did I’d probably just jump them without waiting to find out.
*****
You over-sized, bloody baby, Dom thought, as Lij disappeared into his bedroom. The boy had been sulking for thirty-six hours and was really giving Dom the shits. At first he’d tried the concerned friend approach, then the irritated housemate approach, but Lij wouldn’t talk. Dom knew it was love troubles; that was easy to guess from the way Lij had been smiling at inanimate objects up until around thirty-eight hours ago. Obviously it didn’t work out and now he wouldn’t talk about it. He seemed to think no-one had ever been rejected before. And so what if it was someone they were working with? The trick was to keep smiling through gritted teeth until someone new looked your way.
“Fine, I’m going without you then,” Dom yelled down the hall as he picked up the car keys. “Don’t have too much fun home alone.”
Dom drove over to Orlando’s house to meet up with the rest of the group. Only Orlando and Liv were there, Billy having made excuses about an impending strep throat (nothing funnier than a croaky Scot, Dom thought) and the Men declining fervently (old geezers, Orlando agreed). Dom left the car in Orli’s driveway and the three walked to the pub, either for a few quiet ones or the first few of many, depending on the spirit the evening took.
“Is Elijah okay?” Liv asked Dom. “He seemed a bit upset the last time I talked to him.”
Way to aim for the stars Lij, Dom thought. As if any of them would have a shot with Liv. Lij must have lost sight of the distance between guys like them and vixens like Liv, mistaking her approachable friendliness for attainability.
“Lij will be right,” Dom said, not wanting to betray his friend’s devastation. “He’s just in a bit of a mood at the moment, should snap out of it soon enough. He’s a tough little bugger.” Dom noticed that Liv seem relieved, and Orlando changed the subject to the party Peter was going to have next weekend.
*****
The pub was crowded when they arrived and Dom was soon in the mood for a big night. When it was his shout her ordered tequila shots with beer chasers, and when Orlando’s shout came around again he just ordered tequila with salt and lime on the side.
While Liv was in the bathroom Dom leaned over and shouted in Orli’s ear, “Do you think Liv would ever go for one of us?”
“What, me or you?” Orli shouted back.
“No, I mean us in general. The guys on the cast. Any of us.”
“Hum, I never really thought about it. I don’t see why she wouldn’t. Who, though?”
They started listing the different guys on the film, trying to figure out who Liv would go for and which pairings would be compatible. They were roaring with laughter over the idea of Liv and Christopher Lee when Liv in person smacked Dom over the head and demanded to know what they were talking about.
“Just trying to guess if you’d rather be posing for Viggo’s paintings or bringing up Sean Astin’s babies,” Orli giggled. He could be such a girl when he was drunk.
“If you’re trying to marry me off, I’d rather be shopping in Gucci with Ian. Jesus, I can’t turn my back for five minutes without having my love life gossiped about.” She was glaring at Dom and he was drunk enough to smirk back at her. Served her right for toying with Lij.
“So are you housewives staying here or are we moving on to somewhere more civilised?” Liv asked, hands on hips.
“Umm... Orli, whatcha wanna do?” Dom asked him.
“Ah fuck, I don’t know... let’s move on, that’s what Liv wants to do.”
Liv downed the tequila shot that Orli had ordered for her while she was away and they moved on.
*****
After an hour at the club Orli and Dom went outside so Orli could smoke. Liv stayed behind talking to the beautiful people she never erred in finding. Orlando offered Dom a cigarette and he took it, just for something different.
“So, what’s up with Lij then?” Orli asked as he lit Dom’s cigarette.
“He’s shut up in his bedroom refusing to talk. Absolutely crushed.”
Orlando fumbled with the lighter and swore as he burnt his thumb. “Oh fuck, poor guy. How much has he told you?”
“Not a thing, but it’s not hard to tell what’s going on. Well, if you’re going to have your heart broken for the first time it’s an honour to be able to say it was by Liv Tyler. He’ll be bragging about it in a year.”
Orlando didn’t answer for a minute, just smoked quietly and examined the glowing end of his cigarette. Dom was trying to use his to write in the sky like he did with sparklers as a kid.
He was about to suggest trying to find a 7-Eleven to buy some sparklers when Orli spoke. “Dom I-”
Dom waited. Then, “Yeah, what?”
Orli dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it under his shoe. “Sblombie...” He took hold of Dom’s wrist, stilling the twirling hand. Dom stared at him until he felt Orlando’s breath on his cheek, and then as if by instinct he closed his eyes and met Orli’s lips midway. His kiss was gentle and almost shy, and just as Dom was getting used to the sensation of Orlando’s tongue against his upper lip Orlando pulled away.
“Why’d you do that?” Dom asked. “Why’d you stop?”
Orlando looked down at his feet. “You’re going to hate me for this...”
*****
AN: In the next chapter... Wow, what’s Orli about to say?! If you haven’t figured it out I shall think you a simpleton.
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Yes, please!
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And I still think it's fab. Wheee!
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luffed it :)
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btw.. love the opening chapter.. dom/orli.. *loves*
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impatienteager folks. Loved this first bit. Especially“Just trying to guess if you’d rather be posing for Viggo’s paintings or bringing up Sean Astin’s babies,” Orli giggled. He could be such a girl when he was drunk. cos it was so funny, and
Orlando didn’t answer for a minute, just smoked quietly and examined the glowing end of his cigarette. Dom was trying to use his to write in the sky like he did with sparklers as a kid. Such a picture in my mind. Nice.
I think I know what Orli's gonna say, but I'm gonna go check now. (and read the rest because I'm just as ready to read the next bits as anyone else)
Lovely!