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FIC: Right Kind of Wrong
Title: Right Kind of Wrong
Author: Canitellgoober
Characters: BB/DM, DM/EL, OB
Rating: R
Warnings: A little bit of angst, and a little language
Disclaimer: From the pretty pictures in my head.
Orlando had watched for ten long years. He knew exactly what had been going on and until now the only thing stopping him from intervening was the secrecy. It had taken that long for Billy to finally open up to him, the entire fellowship knew exactly what was going on but not one of them would ever say a word, but since his supposed ignorance was no longer an issue, Orlando had angrily decided the time was right to confront his long time friend about the duplicitous nature of his behaviour.
"Get your ass out here." He called, banging loudly on the door.
Hearing footsteps inside the house, he stepped back from the door and waited, his toe tapping impatiently on the stairs.
A tousled brunette head peered around the edge of the door, her smile widening as she realized who it was and opened the door.
"Hello….Orlando? What are you doing here?" Evangeline asked with a sleepy smile, opening the door to him.
"Is he home?" Orlando looked her up and down derisively. Wrapped in a pale blue bed sheet, one hand held a clump of sheet together over her breasts, the other swung the door further open.
"He's sleeping, we had late shooting last night. We can have breakfast while he sleeps if you like." She smiled coyly, her grip on the sheet slipping enough that the upper curve of her breasts spilled forward.
"No thanks." Orlando looked her up and down and stalked through the house he'd so often been a guest in.
In Dom's bedroom doorway, seeing Dom, naked, laying spread eagled, face down on the bed he stopped. Glancing around he grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the washing basket just inside the door and flinging them at the bed he was strangely satisfied when they landed across Dom’s body and startled naked Dom into wakefulness. Orlando could only assume Evangeline was wrapped in the sheet that had been covering both of them.
"Orli?" Dom rubbed at his eyes confused.
"Get dressed, Monaghan. We need to talk. Now." Orlando stated as he turned on his heel and walked without a backward glance out of the house and down the path to the sandy private beachfront.
Annoyed at his friend and himself, Orlando paced incessantly in the warm golden sand as he waited for Dom to emerge from the house.
"You're going to wear a path down to China, Orli." Dom murmured, his voice amused as he walked down the beach towards him, fingertips scratching at the sparse hair on his chest.
"I want to know what you're up to." Orlando asked without preamble, his teeth clenched together as he struggled to hold his anger.
"Up to? I'm not up to anything mate." Dom answered quickly.
"Then what the fuck is going on with Billy."
"Don't see how that's any of your business….mate." Dom responded firmly, one hand lifting to scratch through his tousled hair.
"Like hell it isn't. Somebody has to look out for him. You're his lover and you sure as hell don't."
"And you think that you're up to the job do you?" Dom laughed.
"More than you will ever be." Orlando answered.
"Slight catch with that plan, Elfboy." Dom responded calmly, "He loves me."
"Yeah, well they say love is blind." Orlando sneered, enraged by Dom’s nonchalance.
"Do you two want to keep it down or move inside." Evangeline trotted out of the house towards them, glancing pointedly at their neighbouring houses.
"can't interfere with the image can we?" Orlando grimaced, "For God's sake can't you think about him for a change instead of what the bloody public thinks?"
Evangeline looked at him coldly. "You of all people should know that image is everything in this business, Orlando ."
"In this industry it might be, but a person is nothing without their friends. Keep this up and you're well on the way to being nothing, sweetheart."
"Are you going to let him talk to me like that Dommie?" Evangeline pouted, her eyes hard.
"So, Dommie?" Orlando responded "You won't defend your boyfriend from yourself, are you going to defend her honour?"
"I can't see what any of my relationships have to do with you, Elfboy, so why don't you just fuck off back to the mainland and mind your own business." Dom snarled at him.
"You can't can you?" Orlando grimaced watching the couple in front of him closely. "You're so wrapped up in your own images and publicity that you honestly can't see what you're doing to anyone else. I was wrong to be pissed at you. I should be pitying you. You’re not heartless, you’re pathetic."
"What the fuck are you talking about Orlando ?" Dom frowned shaking his head in consternation.
"Answer me one thing." Orlando pressed his fisted hands to his hips, his feet slightly apart, he rocked back on the balls of his feet, desperately trying to release the anger that was blinding him to everything else. "Did you ever love him? Or is he just a convenient fuck?"
"That's none of your concern." Evangeline answered primly as Dom fell silent.
Orlando stretched to his full height and stepped closer to the couple in front of him. "When I want your opinion I'll give it to you." He snarled at her angrily, “This…” he gesticulated between himself and Dom, “Is none of your concern, so butt out.”
"Watch your mouth, Orlando." Dominic growled, standing straighter.
Orlando stepped back and turned his back on the couple that enraged him so badly.
"Why do you do it Dom? Make me understand? You have a man that loves you so badly that he'll put up with all this shit for one night every three months, despite the fact that you treat him like crap, yet you swan around here with her, like he never ever happened."
"She loves me." Dom stated quickly.
"Bullshit. She loves the connections you can give her. While your back is turned she's hitting on anyone that can get her further. She doesn't love you, you're a fucking stepping stone to fame."
"You're full of shit, Bloom." Dom's face was flushed as he growled, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"I'm not here to sort you pair of assholes out. I'm here for Billy. Either treat him properly or fucking cut him loose."
"Why? He's not stupid, he knew the score before we'd even fucked."
"Maybe his head did, but it sure as hell didn't send the memo to his heart. He loves you Dommie, please stop hurting him."
"He's a big boy Orlando, besides, he was told that it was over when we started dating." Evangeline explained.
Orlando's anger flared white hot again as he listened to her speak.
"Really, well then why was it that the sweat hadn't started to cool on their skin after they'd fucked before he was asking Billy to be his best man?"
If it hadn't been so important to him, Orlando would have laughed at the expression on her face.
"You fucked him?" She shrilled turning to Dom, pushing her hair back from her face. "You told me that it was over with him. You told me you hadn't been with him in two years, Dom."
"Didn't he tell you? Billy is an itch he just can't scratch. They can't just visit like normal friends they have to shag like bunnies." Orlando chuckled.
“Dominic?” She asked quietly, her voice as brittle as her expression.
“Evi, please, you have to understand.” Dom started to explain.
“I don’t have to do anything, Dominic.” She replied coldly, “We had an agreement.”
“And I tried, you don’t know how hard it is.” He murmured, his eyes downcast.
“Yup.” Orlando grimaced tightly, “It’s so hard for you to keep going back slaking your thirst and breaking his heart every time you fucking see him.”
“You don’t understand either.” Dom looked up at Orlando, his blue eyes shimmering with tears. “He’s Billy.”
“Oh, believe me, you selfish asshole, I understand completely. He loves you and every time you get the urge you go and you twist him around your little finger. Every single time you’ve had your fill and come back here to your ‘normal’ life you break him. He just gets himself back together again and then you start all over again. You’ve got your ‘normal’ life you come back to here, but you don’t even tell her. He has a beautiful woman and an adorable son, a family that loves him, regardless of anything else, you included, but they’re all in limbo, waiting. He can’t commit himself to anything just in case you decide you want him the same way he wants you. Forever. But the whole world knows that will never happen will it. The only one who doesn’t see it is Billy. Trust me, I know exactly how hard it is.”
“It’s not fucking like that at all.” Dom stated firmly. “Billy’s happy with…” he paused glancing at Evangeline carefully, “Our arrangement.”
“Billy’s happy with whatever scraps you’ll throw him you uncaring bastard.” Orlando replied, “For three or four days he’s the fucking king of the world and then you leave him. It takes Ali and his sister two months to put him back together and then you come along and fuck it all up again.”
“Why hasn’t he ever said anything?” Dom frowned finally considering Orlando ’s words.
“Because you stupid bastard, he’s terrified that you’ll stop giving him what he thinks he needs.” Orlando growled angrily, “How fucking stupid are you, Dom? When are you going to realize that it’s not all about you? When are you going to cut him loose so he can have a real life and you stop fucking up so many other lives?”
“I don’t see how it’s any of your business, Elf boy.” Dom evaded the questions, his brow furrowed in concentration.
“I’m making it my business, Dom, somebody has to protect him from you. Since he can’t or doesn’t want to do it himself.” Orlando sighed wearily.
“I know exactly why he’s doing it.” Evangeline stood straighter, “I wonder what your fans would say if they knew.”
Orlando looked from one to the other then focused his attention on her, realizing that she knew his motives.
“Unlike you, my whole existence isn’t based on what people think. I’d hope they’d be happy for me… for us and if not I don’t give a shit.” Orlando shrugged.
“Liar. I’ve seen you, you bask in the publicity.” She almost sneered at him.
“No. I enjoy certain aspects, but I would never sacrifice my happiness to increase or keep my fanbase.” He turned to glare at Dom.
“What’s going on? Orlando , why are you so concerned about Billy?” Dom frowned.
“He’s in love with him.” Evangeline laughed.
“What if I am? He’s so easy to love and you just can’t see it. You could have it all, but you’re too worried about looking normal and fans and all the shit that goes with it, that in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter. All that should matter is how much he loves you and how much you could love him and be happy together.”
“In this business, if we don’t have that we don’t work.” Dom shrugged.
“You of all people should know better than that. You’ve seen it, I know you have. Speculation that you two are a couple has only increased your popularity not diminished it. But you started spending your time with small minded, fame hungry assholes and you’ve turned into one of them. For fucks sake Dominic, grow a brain. Either love him or cut him loose once and for all so somebody, hell anybody else has a chance with him.” Orlando threw his hands in the air and turned his back on both of them.
Breathing heavily his eyes glistened with angry tears, he jammed his hands into his pockets and concentrated on controlling the tumultuous emotions threatening to overwhelm him. So what if he was in love with Billy, someone had to look out for him, he was doing a shite job of it himself.
“You’re only doing this to score points with him aren’t you?” Evangeline questioned.
Orlando sighed deeply and spoke without turning back towards them. “No. I just want him to be happy. With Dom, with me, with someone else I don’t care. I just want him happy, you haven’t seen him, man. You don’t know how heartbreaking it is to hold him while he’s pissed and sobbing against you, wondering what the hell he’s doing wrong and what’s wrong with him that he can’t make you happy enough to stay with him. I had to get him trolleyed before he’d confess to me and break your promise. You can’t expect him to be so completely alone when you do this to him, Dom. He’s got no-one, if you cared even a little you’d stop hurting him. He doesn’t know what he’s done, and he can’t fucking talk to anyone about it. At least tell him what’s wrong with him.”
“It’s not him.” Dom whispered.
“Well he sure as fuck doesn’t know that.” Orlando continued. “You have to stop it, Dom. It’s not going to be long before you break him so much none of us can fix him.”
“I just… we just….I don’t want to break him.” Dom said quietly.
“But you do. Every. Single. Time. You fuck him and leave him and he loses another little piece of himself.” Orlando turned to look at Dom, his eyes filled with sadness.
“I need him, Orli.” Dom stated simply.
“Do you love him?” Orlando asked quietly, watching Dom carefully.
Dom thought about Orlando ’s question, his gaze studiously on his feet, his hand moving nervously across his bare chest. “In my own way, I do.” Dom nodded.
“Then do what’s best for him. Either show him you do or cut him loose man. If you keep this up much longer you’ll lose Billy the lover and Billy the best mate at the same time.”
“You’ll be good to him?” Dom asked softly.
Orlando couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and burst out of him at Dom’s question.
“You’re fucking kidding right?” Orlando snorted. “You routinely break his heart and you want me to declare my honorable intentions? Don’t think so, mate.”
“I know you think I’m an asshole and I know that it probably looks bad to you and anyone else that looks, but he knew the score going in or we never would have done anything.”
“You’re telling me that even with the connection that has always been between you two, if Billy had said no to a casual fuck buddy arrangement you would have said no.”
“I’m not a complete bastard, Orlando. We discussed it and agreed on terms.” Dominic shrugged.
“And he was already in love with you so he would have agreed to being hung by his toenails if it meant he got even a little piece of you.” Orlando sighed.
“I don’t know.” Dom huffed, exasperated. “He’s never told me he loves me.”
“He shouldn’t have to tell you.” Orlando groaned, “Jesus, Dom, exactly how blind are you? The entire fellowship knew it before filming was half finished and you still don’t know?”
“I told him we couldn’t, I didn’t think he’d fucking fall in love with me.” Dom threw his arms up in the air.
Orlando wiped his hands across his face and struggled to maintain his composure. “What are you going to do Dom?”
“I’ll talk to him.” Dom nodded, “I’ll book a flight today.”
“No you won’t.” Evangeline stated quickly, “We’ve got filming all week, and you’re not going there without me again. Not if I can’t trust you to keep your pants on.” She watched him closely then turned on her heel and walked back into the house.
“Bring him here then.” Orlando shrugged, “I’ll stay, Just fix this, man, let him go.”
Dom nodded, jamming his hands into his pockets, his shoulders slumped, he turned and walked towards his lanai.
Orlando watched him walk into the house, turning to watch the gently rolling waves, he sank down to sit in the white sand. His chin resting on his updrawn knees he struggled to calm his turbulent emotions enough to cope with the hopeful call he was about to receive.
He stood, brushing the sand off his jeans and started the trek back to his car and await Billy’s call.
Author: Canitellgoober
Characters: BB/DM, DM/EL, OB
Rating: R
Warnings: A little bit of angst, and a little language
Disclaimer: From the pretty pictures in my head.
Orlando had watched for ten long years. He knew exactly what had been going on and until now the only thing stopping him from intervening was the secrecy. It had taken that long for Billy to finally open up to him, the entire fellowship knew exactly what was going on but not one of them would ever say a word, but since his supposed ignorance was no longer an issue, Orlando had angrily decided the time was right to confront his long time friend about the duplicitous nature of his behaviour.
"Get your ass out here." He called, banging loudly on the door.
Hearing footsteps inside the house, he stepped back from the door and waited, his toe tapping impatiently on the stairs.
A tousled brunette head peered around the edge of the door, her smile widening as she realized who it was and opened the door.
"Hello….Orlando? What are you doing here?" Evangeline asked with a sleepy smile, opening the door to him.
"Is he home?" Orlando looked her up and down derisively. Wrapped in a pale blue bed sheet, one hand held a clump of sheet together over her breasts, the other swung the door further open.
"He's sleeping, we had late shooting last night. We can have breakfast while he sleeps if you like." She smiled coyly, her grip on the sheet slipping enough that the upper curve of her breasts spilled forward.
"No thanks." Orlando looked her up and down and stalked through the house he'd so often been a guest in.
In Dom's bedroom doorway, seeing Dom, naked, laying spread eagled, face down on the bed he stopped. Glancing around he grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the washing basket just inside the door and flinging them at the bed he was strangely satisfied when they landed across Dom’s body and startled naked Dom into wakefulness. Orlando could only assume Evangeline was wrapped in the sheet that had been covering both of them.
"Orli?" Dom rubbed at his eyes confused.
"Get dressed, Monaghan. We need to talk. Now." Orlando stated as he turned on his heel and walked without a backward glance out of the house and down the path to the sandy private beachfront.
Annoyed at his friend and himself, Orlando paced incessantly in the warm golden sand as he waited for Dom to emerge from the house.
"You're going to wear a path down to China, Orli." Dom murmured, his voice amused as he walked down the beach towards him, fingertips scratching at the sparse hair on his chest.
"I want to know what you're up to." Orlando asked without preamble, his teeth clenched together as he struggled to hold his anger.
"Up to? I'm not up to anything mate." Dom answered quickly.
"Then what the fuck is going on with Billy."
"Don't see how that's any of your business….mate." Dom responded firmly, one hand lifting to scratch through his tousled hair.
"Like hell it isn't. Somebody has to look out for him. You're his lover and you sure as hell don't."
"And you think that you're up to the job do you?" Dom laughed.
"More than you will ever be." Orlando answered.
"Slight catch with that plan, Elfboy." Dom responded calmly, "He loves me."
"Yeah, well they say love is blind." Orlando sneered, enraged by Dom’s nonchalance.
"Do you two want to keep it down or move inside." Evangeline trotted out of the house towards them, glancing pointedly at their neighbouring houses.
"can't interfere with the image can we?" Orlando grimaced, "For God's sake can't you think about him for a change instead of what the bloody public thinks?"
Evangeline looked at him coldly. "You of all people should know that image is everything in this business, Orlando ."
"In this industry it might be, but a person is nothing without their friends. Keep this up and you're well on the way to being nothing, sweetheart."
"Are you going to let him talk to me like that Dommie?" Evangeline pouted, her eyes hard.
"So, Dommie?" Orlando responded "You won't defend your boyfriend from yourself, are you going to defend her honour?"
"I can't see what any of my relationships have to do with you, Elfboy, so why don't you just fuck off back to the mainland and mind your own business." Dom snarled at him.
"You can't can you?" Orlando grimaced watching the couple in front of him closely. "You're so wrapped up in your own images and publicity that you honestly can't see what you're doing to anyone else. I was wrong to be pissed at you. I should be pitying you. You’re not heartless, you’re pathetic."
"What the fuck are you talking about Orlando ?" Dom frowned shaking his head in consternation.
"Answer me one thing." Orlando pressed his fisted hands to his hips, his feet slightly apart, he rocked back on the balls of his feet, desperately trying to release the anger that was blinding him to everything else. "Did you ever love him? Or is he just a convenient fuck?"
"That's none of your concern." Evangeline answered primly as Dom fell silent.
Orlando stretched to his full height and stepped closer to the couple in front of him. "When I want your opinion I'll give it to you." He snarled at her angrily, “This…” he gesticulated between himself and Dom, “Is none of your concern, so butt out.”
"Watch your mouth, Orlando." Dominic growled, standing straighter.
Orlando stepped back and turned his back on the couple that enraged him so badly.
"Why do you do it Dom? Make me understand? You have a man that loves you so badly that he'll put up with all this shit for one night every three months, despite the fact that you treat him like crap, yet you swan around here with her, like he never ever happened."
"She loves me." Dom stated quickly.
"Bullshit. She loves the connections you can give her. While your back is turned she's hitting on anyone that can get her further. She doesn't love you, you're a fucking stepping stone to fame."
"You're full of shit, Bloom." Dom's face was flushed as he growled, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"I'm not here to sort you pair of assholes out. I'm here for Billy. Either treat him properly or fucking cut him loose."
"Why? He's not stupid, he knew the score before we'd even fucked."
"Maybe his head did, but it sure as hell didn't send the memo to his heart. He loves you Dommie, please stop hurting him."
"He's a big boy Orlando, besides, he was told that it was over when we started dating." Evangeline explained.
Orlando's anger flared white hot again as he listened to her speak.
"Really, well then why was it that the sweat hadn't started to cool on their skin after they'd fucked before he was asking Billy to be his best man?"
If it hadn't been so important to him, Orlando would have laughed at the expression on her face.
"You fucked him?" She shrilled turning to Dom, pushing her hair back from her face. "You told me that it was over with him. You told me you hadn't been with him in two years, Dom."
"Didn't he tell you? Billy is an itch he just can't scratch. They can't just visit like normal friends they have to shag like bunnies." Orlando chuckled.
“Dominic?” She asked quietly, her voice as brittle as her expression.
“Evi, please, you have to understand.” Dom started to explain.
“I don’t have to do anything, Dominic.” She replied coldly, “We had an agreement.”
“And I tried, you don’t know how hard it is.” He murmured, his eyes downcast.
“Yup.” Orlando grimaced tightly, “It’s so hard for you to keep going back slaking your thirst and breaking his heart every time you fucking see him.”
“You don’t understand either.” Dom looked up at Orlando, his blue eyes shimmering with tears. “He’s Billy.”
“Oh, believe me, you selfish asshole, I understand completely. He loves you and every time you get the urge you go and you twist him around your little finger. Every single time you’ve had your fill and come back here to your ‘normal’ life you break him. He just gets himself back together again and then you start all over again. You’ve got your ‘normal’ life you come back to here, but you don’t even tell her. He has a beautiful woman and an adorable son, a family that loves him, regardless of anything else, you included, but they’re all in limbo, waiting. He can’t commit himself to anything just in case you decide you want him the same way he wants you. Forever. But the whole world knows that will never happen will it. The only one who doesn’t see it is Billy. Trust me, I know exactly how hard it is.”
“It’s not fucking like that at all.” Dom stated firmly. “Billy’s happy with…” he paused glancing at Evangeline carefully, “Our arrangement.”
“Billy’s happy with whatever scraps you’ll throw him you uncaring bastard.” Orlando replied, “For three or four days he’s the fucking king of the world and then you leave him. It takes Ali and his sister two months to put him back together and then you come along and fuck it all up again.”
“Why hasn’t he ever said anything?” Dom frowned finally considering Orlando ’s words.
“Because you stupid bastard, he’s terrified that you’ll stop giving him what he thinks he needs.” Orlando growled angrily, “How fucking stupid are you, Dom? When are you going to realize that it’s not all about you? When are you going to cut him loose so he can have a real life and you stop fucking up so many other lives?”
“I don’t see how it’s any of your business, Elf boy.” Dom evaded the questions, his brow furrowed in concentration.
“I’m making it my business, Dom, somebody has to protect him from you. Since he can’t or doesn’t want to do it himself.” Orlando sighed wearily.
“I know exactly why he’s doing it.” Evangeline stood straighter, “I wonder what your fans would say if they knew.”
Orlando looked from one to the other then focused his attention on her, realizing that she knew his motives.
“Unlike you, my whole existence isn’t based on what people think. I’d hope they’d be happy for me… for us and if not I don’t give a shit.” Orlando shrugged.
“Liar. I’ve seen you, you bask in the publicity.” She almost sneered at him.
“No. I enjoy certain aspects, but I would never sacrifice my happiness to increase or keep my fanbase.” He turned to glare at Dom.
“What’s going on? Orlando , why are you so concerned about Billy?” Dom frowned.
“He’s in love with him.” Evangeline laughed.
“What if I am? He’s so easy to love and you just can’t see it. You could have it all, but you’re too worried about looking normal and fans and all the shit that goes with it, that in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter. All that should matter is how much he loves you and how much you could love him and be happy together.”
“In this business, if we don’t have that we don’t work.” Dom shrugged.
“You of all people should know better than that. You’ve seen it, I know you have. Speculation that you two are a couple has only increased your popularity not diminished it. But you started spending your time with small minded, fame hungry assholes and you’ve turned into one of them. For fucks sake Dominic, grow a brain. Either love him or cut him loose once and for all so somebody, hell anybody else has a chance with him.” Orlando threw his hands in the air and turned his back on both of them.
Breathing heavily his eyes glistened with angry tears, he jammed his hands into his pockets and concentrated on controlling the tumultuous emotions threatening to overwhelm him. So what if he was in love with Billy, someone had to look out for him, he was doing a shite job of it himself.
“You’re only doing this to score points with him aren’t you?” Evangeline questioned.
Orlando sighed deeply and spoke without turning back towards them. “No. I just want him to be happy. With Dom, with me, with someone else I don’t care. I just want him happy, you haven’t seen him, man. You don’t know how heartbreaking it is to hold him while he’s pissed and sobbing against you, wondering what the hell he’s doing wrong and what’s wrong with him that he can’t make you happy enough to stay with him. I had to get him trolleyed before he’d confess to me and break your promise. You can’t expect him to be so completely alone when you do this to him, Dom. He’s got no-one, if you cared even a little you’d stop hurting him. He doesn’t know what he’s done, and he can’t fucking talk to anyone about it. At least tell him what’s wrong with him.”
“It’s not him.” Dom whispered.
“Well he sure as fuck doesn’t know that.” Orlando continued. “You have to stop it, Dom. It’s not going to be long before you break him so much none of us can fix him.”
“I just… we just….I don’t want to break him.” Dom said quietly.
“But you do. Every. Single. Time. You fuck him and leave him and he loses another little piece of himself.” Orlando turned to look at Dom, his eyes filled with sadness.
“I need him, Orli.” Dom stated simply.
“Do you love him?” Orlando asked quietly, watching Dom carefully.
Dom thought about Orlando ’s question, his gaze studiously on his feet, his hand moving nervously across his bare chest. “In my own way, I do.” Dom nodded.
“Then do what’s best for him. Either show him you do or cut him loose man. If you keep this up much longer you’ll lose Billy the lover and Billy the best mate at the same time.”
“You’ll be good to him?” Dom asked softly.
Orlando couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and burst out of him at Dom’s question.
“You’re fucking kidding right?” Orlando snorted. “You routinely break his heart and you want me to declare my honorable intentions? Don’t think so, mate.”
“I know you think I’m an asshole and I know that it probably looks bad to you and anyone else that looks, but he knew the score going in or we never would have done anything.”
“You’re telling me that even with the connection that has always been between you two, if Billy had said no to a casual fuck buddy arrangement you would have said no.”
“I’m not a complete bastard, Orlando. We discussed it and agreed on terms.” Dominic shrugged.
“And he was already in love with you so he would have agreed to being hung by his toenails if it meant he got even a little piece of you.” Orlando sighed.
“I don’t know.” Dom huffed, exasperated. “He’s never told me he loves me.”
“He shouldn’t have to tell you.” Orlando groaned, “Jesus, Dom, exactly how blind are you? The entire fellowship knew it before filming was half finished and you still don’t know?”
“I told him we couldn’t, I didn’t think he’d fucking fall in love with me.” Dom threw his arms up in the air.
Orlando wiped his hands across his face and struggled to maintain his composure. “What are you going to do Dom?”
“I’ll talk to him.” Dom nodded, “I’ll book a flight today.”
“No you won’t.” Evangeline stated quickly, “We’ve got filming all week, and you’re not going there without me again. Not if I can’t trust you to keep your pants on.” She watched him closely then turned on her heel and walked back into the house.
“Bring him here then.” Orlando shrugged, “I’ll stay, Just fix this, man, let him go.”
Dom nodded, jamming his hands into his pockets, his shoulders slumped, he turned and walked towards his lanai.
Orlando watched him walk into the house, turning to watch the gently rolling waves, he sank down to sit in the white sand. His chin resting on his updrawn knees he struggled to calm his turbulent emotions enough to cope with the hopeful call he was about to receive.
He stood, brushing the sand off his jeans and started the trek back to his car and await Billy’s call.
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