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Twenty Ways To Win Billy Boyd's Heart
Pairing: Billy/Elijah, Billy/Orlando
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Orlando loves him. Elijah needs him. Billy might just break them both.
Notes: Erm, a belated hobbity birthday gift from me to you!
I.
The first thing that happens is established eye contact. Billy thinks that it’s really quite intriguing about the young American’s eyes, and “you think those are contacts?” he whispers to Orlando. Orlando doesn’t whisper back. He’s a silent statue, and he’s staring straight at Billy. It’s nothing that would be entirely overt. In fact, Dom had already passed by, assumed that Orlando was zoning out in some sort of acting exercise and had walked away. Orlando is looking though, with intent and thoughts running through his mind.
But Billy doesn’t see.
He’s got eye contact to establish, after all.
II.
Orlando buys Billy a beer.
He makes sure that the night they go to the pub is the one that Elijah is booked into confirmed script meetings (one that Billy does not hang around to attend as well, Orlando recalls with a frown). And then, he makes sure that he’s got Billy all to himself with no excuses to get out of it.
And they drink.
Billy tells Orlando all about his past, and a few heartwarming stories coupled with some heartbreaking tales. Orlando comforts him with a gentle one-armed hug, his lips going numb after one too many drinks.
“Bills,” he murmurs with a drugged-up smile at the end of the night, “you’re amazing, know that?”
Billy smiles, and ruffles Orlando’s hair. “Liar.”
III.
Elijah’s taken an interest. It’s something you’re supposed to do on each film, someone told him. How else are you going to have passion for the project? How else will the dedication come through so that the audience can pick up on it? Elijah’s interest is in Billy. He really wouldn’t have done anything, but Orlando had just seemed so keen on the guy.
It peaks Elijah’s interest.
So he starts hanging around Billy, asking Dom why he should get to know the Scottish actor, mentions to Sean how cool it is that Billy spent years as a book binder before acting, and “could you imagine having that accent? Dude, that would fucking rock.”
Sean smiles, and pats Elijah on the shoulder.
“I’m sure it’s cool.”
Elijah nods vigorously. He needs to do some research on this particular interest.
IV.
Orlando’s noticed that Billy is dropping by his flat more often.
He frowns.
Orlando’s also noticed that Billy and Elijah have been spending more and more alone time together in pubs, bookstores, and roaming the streets of Wellington with sunglasses and shopping bags.
He’s not sure whether the house-visits outweigh the loss of time spent with him on the whole. He licks his lips while watching Billy mix up a couple of drinks at his bar and lets a quick thought filter through his mind.
Billy spends his nights with Orlando. He’s only with Elijah during the day.
Considering what Orlando wants to do, he’s happier to be allotted his Billy time in the evenings and nights. He can slip Billy a glass of red wine, watch as Billy intently reads over script rewrites (tufts of hair on his forehead, eyes gazing down, gaze intense), he can put on a piece of classical and pretend he enjoys the arias, and crescendos while Billy lets his head roll back in quiet appreciation.
Elijah can’t do that in the day.
V.
Elijah notices that Billy is getting a tan.
Elijah beams a little, sticking that front row of teeth forward, when he realizes that he’s in the position to know. After all, it might have been Billy’s idea to surf, but Elijah had pitched the idea of a lazy day at the beach. Elijah watches intently as Billy lounges in the sun (shirt off, sun catching onto the hairs on his chest, sand sprinkled over his legs) and Billy’s eyes begin to flutter to sleep.
He’s getting very interested in wondering just how he could prolong their day trips into something more. Maybe they could be an extension of a morning woken up to together. Elijah grins and tops off his sand castle with a twig.
“Billy,” he whispers to himself in a singsong voice, “you can spend the night.”
He practices again and again quietly.
“Just crash here.”
He grins.
“You don’t have to go.”
And he swears, he sees a smile spread over Billy’s lips.
VI.
When Billy had suggested dinner, Orlando had thought it would have been private. When Elijah, Dom, Viggo, and Sean had come through the door offering appetizers, wine, and desserts, Orlando was sure that his face had fallen about two layers beneath the Earth.
He’d even let out a discontent “oh” noise.
“Hey! Orli!” Elijah piped up in enthusiastic glee. “Oh my god, you won’t even believe what happened today on set. I was just playing around with one of the wires…”
“Which we told him not to do,” Sean interrupts.
“ – but, listen, Billy comes over and he starts giving me that face! And I just know he’s going to say something, and he just quirks a smile and says to me, “Elijah, that’s something Orlando would do, and you’re nothing like the elf, are you?” and he just walked away!”
“Probably would’ve electrocuted yourself,” Dom mutters with a scoff.
Orlando just walks away into the kitchen.
He is nothing like Elijah, after all. He needs to check on the bruschetta.
VII.
Apparently, Billy knows how to have a good time.
He knows how to throw an even better party, Elijah thinks with a grin. He bops his head to some self-chosen music while scanning the room to see where Billy’s gone. He had said something about grabbing ice, since the music scene was in good hands. “You’ve got some talent for making people comfortable,” Billy had laughed jovially before drifting into a crowd.
Elijah scans the crowd to find Orlando joking about with Craig, Ian, and Karl.
There’s something about the situation Elijah doesn’t like. Maybe it’s that Billy is just over in the corner now, and his gaze is split. Split between looking back at Elijah (all smiles, cheerful eyes) and Orlando (serious eyes, intense gaze).
Elijah bites his lip.
He’s not sure which of the stares he wants.
VIII.
Billy talks in his sleep.
Orlando knows this; Elijah knows it too now.
Neither of them can make out the name he calls.
And then he whimpers, kicks over to the side, and begins to breathe heavily in his deep, comfortable sleep. They both frown in their separate capacities and work through copious amounts of denial while still trying to tell themselves that it’s only a sleepy name-calling. Those don’t matter. Orlando bites his lip and wonders if maybe he was just calling out Dom’s name in frustration. Elijah writes it off as some torrid past love affair while wringing his hands in his lap.
It’s too bad Billy isn’t awake to correct both of them.
IX
Billy kisses Orlando first.
And Elijah finds out about it through Dom. He can’t breathe the moment the breathless words pass Dom’s lips, “…and you’ll never guess where Orlando’s hands were…”
Elijah walks away, more wounded than the time he broke his arm.
X
Elijah kisses Dom outside the pub. Dom recoils, gives him a surprised look, and mutters something quickly about not swinging that way “ – even if you are a good looking bloke. Sorry, Lij, I just…not on a movie like this, okay?” Dom backs away and Elijah nods numbly.
It’s been twenty-four hours since he had heard about Billy and Orlando.
Dom pulls away, a sympathetic smile on his face. Elijah curses under his breath for a good minute before he raises his heavy head and meets Billy’s gaze. Billy, who has come out from the pub. Billy, who has been standing there for god knows how long. Billy, who is caressing Elijah’s cheek softly and whispering something into his ear.
Billy, who is telling him that he needs more than just Orlando.
“I need you.”
XI
Orlando’s forgotten how bad the cold sting of jealousy is.
He’s sure that Billy isn’t toying with him, but the way that he had crawled over his body, knees on either side of his hips, whispering about how much he’s wanted it like this, his tongue painting patterns on Orlando’s skin was almost too much.
And then when those whispers turned into, “but I need Elijah too, do you understand?” Orlando is torn. He’s not about to let go of Billy so easily, but he doesn’t like to share. Orlando’s face is shattered like a million pieces of cold glass, and he tries to imagine Elijah there with him.
It’s a cold thought.
XII
Billy is coming when he cries it.
“Love…you!”
Orlando smiles for three days straight.
XIII
Elijah joins them on a Friday night. He brings his own sheets (silk) and makes the bed while Orlando watches him with a predator’s gaze, and Billy watches thoughtfully, tapping his finger against his lips in slow rhythmic time. Elijah smoothes out the comforter with his hand and sits on the edge of the bed.
Orlando isn’t ready for how he feels.
“Orlando,” Billy whispers into his ear as Orlando struggles to remain composed (struggles to not shake), “I won’t leave you as a second thought, and I won’t do that to him either. Be his equal…be mine. You’ll both be mine,” he finishes, his lips curling around Orlando’s shoulder; kissing softly.
Orlando exhales sharply, and slowly sprawls out over Elijah’s willing body.
Billy watches.
They both watch Billy.
XIV
When morning comes, Billy is stroking Orlando’s cheek with one hand, and the other is intertwined in Elijah’s hair. He lies in the middle of the bed; eyes open to the ceiling and the encroaching sunlight. He whispers a quick prayer to the ceiling, and closes his eyes.
He wishes for the moment to go on forever.
He wishes for peace, tranquility, and the feeling of Orlando’s body underneath him while Elijah whimpers and watches. When the sunlight hits his toes, he stretches them out and curls them once, realizing with a bittersweet smile, that wishes don’t come true.
It never hurts to try.
XV
In the end, Orlando cannot love Elijah.
But he loves Billy.
And he’ll do anything for him.
XVI
Elijah gets addicted.
Addicted to Billy, addicted to Orlando, addicted to the nights they give him.
It’s not healthy, but when Billy is coming and whispering about how much he needs Elijah, then everything else fades away and Elijah cries out brokenly as his hips thrust forward and he comes with a wild spasm, Billy’s voice coaching him through the entire time.
And really, he’s okay with Orlando not loving him.
It makes the withdrawal easier when your drug isn’t taking you back with open arms.
XVII
“Leading him on, aren’t you?” Dom comments, putting out a cigarette.
“When did you start smoking?” Billy comments, his brow furrowing in confusion. He looks around to the scene to find water encircling a giant air bubble. He sighs. “This is a dream.” The smoke from Dom’s cigarette curls and wafts into the air, forming clouds and wisps of scenes.
“Pretty little boys, all in a row,” Dom sings loudly, spreading his arms out. He looks straight at Billy – straight through Billy – and shakes his head, a pitiful look of mocking fury on his face. “You’re going to break them. Break them both. And he’ll still come crying to you. He’ll need you. He’ll love you.”
Billy knows Dom isn’t talking about the same man.
“I am like benediction,” Billy whispers as Dom proclaims the same words loudly.
“You are their damnation,” Dom accuses.
“And I am their salvation!” Billy protests vehemently, but Dom is gone in a haze of fog, mist, and cigarette smoke.
XVIII
“I need you to leave me,” Billy says with a gentle kiss. “But only because I love you.”
Elijah doesn’t understand.
XIX
“If you leave me,” Orlando threatens with a snarl, his upper lip curling violently, “you break me.”
Billy can’t argue this.
He watches Orlando break before him, falling to his knees (not crying, never crying. Trembling like a tree in a hurricane, but never releasing a single drop of rain) and swearing under his breath.
XX
And so, in the end, Billy lets himself be loved.
Allows himself to be needed.
END
Pairing: Billy/Elijah, Billy/Orlando
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Orlando loves him. Elijah needs him. Billy might just break them both.
Notes: Erm, a belated hobbity birthday gift from me to you!
I.
The first thing that happens is established eye contact. Billy thinks that it’s really quite intriguing about the young American’s eyes, and “you think those are contacts?” he whispers to Orlando. Orlando doesn’t whisper back. He’s a silent statue, and he’s staring straight at Billy. It’s nothing that would be entirely overt. In fact, Dom had already passed by, assumed that Orlando was zoning out in some sort of acting exercise and had walked away. Orlando is looking though, with intent and thoughts running through his mind.
But Billy doesn’t see.
He’s got eye contact to establish, after all.
II.
Orlando buys Billy a beer.
He makes sure that the night they go to the pub is the one that Elijah is booked into confirmed script meetings (one that Billy does not hang around to attend as well, Orlando recalls with a frown). And then, he makes sure that he’s got Billy all to himself with no excuses to get out of it.
And they drink.
Billy tells Orlando all about his past, and a few heartwarming stories coupled with some heartbreaking tales. Orlando comforts him with a gentle one-armed hug, his lips going numb after one too many drinks.
“Bills,” he murmurs with a drugged-up smile at the end of the night, “you’re amazing, know that?”
Billy smiles, and ruffles Orlando’s hair. “Liar.”
III.
Elijah’s taken an interest. It’s something you’re supposed to do on each film, someone told him. How else are you going to have passion for the project? How else will the dedication come through so that the audience can pick up on it? Elijah’s interest is in Billy. He really wouldn’t have done anything, but Orlando had just seemed so keen on the guy.
It peaks Elijah’s interest.
So he starts hanging around Billy, asking Dom why he should get to know the Scottish actor, mentions to Sean how cool it is that Billy spent years as a book binder before acting, and “could you imagine having that accent? Dude, that would fucking rock.”
Sean smiles, and pats Elijah on the shoulder.
“I’m sure it’s cool.”
Elijah nods vigorously. He needs to do some research on this particular interest.
IV.
Orlando’s noticed that Billy is dropping by his flat more often.
He frowns.
Orlando’s also noticed that Billy and Elijah have been spending more and more alone time together in pubs, bookstores, and roaming the streets of Wellington with sunglasses and shopping bags.
He’s not sure whether the house-visits outweigh the loss of time spent with him on the whole. He licks his lips while watching Billy mix up a couple of drinks at his bar and lets a quick thought filter through his mind.
Billy spends his nights with Orlando. He’s only with Elijah during the day.
Considering what Orlando wants to do, he’s happier to be allotted his Billy time in the evenings and nights. He can slip Billy a glass of red wine, watch as Billy intently reads over script rewrites (tufts of hair on his forehead, eyes gazing down, gaze intense), he can put on a piece of classical and pretend he enjoys the arias, and crescendos while Billy lets his head roll back in quiet appreciation.
Elijah can’t do that in the day.
V.
Elijah notices that Billy is getting a tan.
Elijah beams a little, sticking that front row of teeth forward, when he realizes that he’s in the position to know. After all, it might have been Billy’s idea to surf, but Elijah had pitched the idea of a lazy day at the beach. Elijah watches intently as Billy lounges in the sun (shirt off, sun catching onto the hairs on his chest, sand sprinkled over his legs) and Billy’s eyes begin to flutter to sleep.
He’s getting very interested in wondering just how he could prolong their day trips into something more. Maybe they could be an extension of a morning woken up to together. Elijah grins and tops off his sand castle with a twig.
“Billy,” he whispers to himself in a singsong voice, “you can spend the night.”
He practices again and again quietly.
“Just crash here.”
He grins.
“You don’t have to go.”
And he swears, he sees a smile spread over Billy’s lips.
VI.
When Billy had suggested dinner, Orlando had thought it would have been private. When Elijah, Dom, Viggo, and Sean had come through the door offering appetizers, wine, and desserts, Orlando was sure that his face had fallen about two layers beneath the Earth.
He’d even let out a discontent “oh” noise.
“Hey! Orli!” Elijah piped up in enthusiastic glee. “Oh my god, you won’t even believe what happened today on set. I was just playing around with one of the wires…”
“Which we told him not to do,” Sean interrupts.
“ – but, listen, Billy comes over and he starts giving me that face! And I just know he’s going to say something, and he just quirks a smile and says to me, “Elijah, that’s something Orlando would do, and you’re nothing like the elf, are you?” and he just walked away!”
“Probably would’ve electrocuted yourself,” Dom mutters with a scoff.
Orlando just walks away into the kitchen.
He is nothing like Elijah, after all. He needs to check on the bruschetta.
VII.
Apparently, Billy knows how to have a good time.
He knows how to throw an even better party, Elijah thinks with a grin. He bops his head to some self-chosen music while scanning the room to see where Billy’s gone. He had said something about grabbing ice, since the music scene was in good hands. “You’ve got some talent for making people comfortable,” Billy had laughed jovially before drifting into a crowd.
Elijah scans the crowd to find Orlando joking about with Craig, Ian, and Karl.
There’s something about the situation Elijah doesn’t like. Maybe it’s that Billy is just over in the corner now, and his gaze is split. Split between looking back at Elijah (all smiles, cheerful eyes) and Orlando (serious eyes, intense gaze).
Elijah bites his lip.
He’s not sure which of the stares he wants.
VIII.
Billy talks in his sleep.
Orlando knows this; Elijah knows it too now.
Neither of them can make out the name he calls.
And then he whimpers, kicks over to the side, and begins to breathe heavily in his deep, comfortable sleep. They both frown in their separate capacities and work through copious amounts of denial while still trying to tell themselves that it’s only a sleepy name-calling. Those don’t matter. Orlando bites his lip and wonders if maybe he was just calling out Dom’s name in frustration. Elijah writes it off as some torrid past love affair while wringing his hands in his lap.
It’s too bad Billy isn’t awake to correct both of them.
IX
Billy kisses Orlando first.
And Elijah finds out about it through Dom. He can’t breathe the moment the breathless words pass Dom’s lips, “…and you’ll never guess where Orlando’s hands were…”
Elijah walks away, more wounded than the time he broke his arm.
X
Elijah kisses Dom outside the pub. Dom recoils, gives him a surprised look, and mutters something quickly about not swinging that way “ – even if you are a good looking bloke. Sorry, Lij, I just…not on a movie like this, okay?” Dom backs away and Elijah nods numbly.
It’s been twenty-four hours since he had heard about Billy and Orlando.
Dom pulls away, a sympathetic smile on his face. Elijah curses under his breath for a good minute before he raises his heavy head and meets Billy’s gaze. Billy, who has come out from the pub. Billy, who has been standing there for god knows how long. Billy, who is caressing Elijah’s cheek softly and whispering something into his ear.
Billy, who is telling him that he needs more than just Orlando.
“I need you.”
XI
Orlando’s forgotten how bad the cold sting of jealousy is.
He’s sure that Billy isn’t toying with him, but the way that he had crawled over his body, knees on either side of his hips, whispering about how much he’s wanted it like this, his tongue painting patterns on Orlando’s skin was almost too much.
And then when those whispers turned into, “but I need Elijah too, do you understand?” Orlando is torn. He’s not about to let go of Billy so easily, but he doesn’t like to share. Orlando’s face is shattered like a million pieces of cold glass, and he tries to imagine Elijah there with him.
It’s a cold thought.
XII
Billy is coming when he cries it.
“Love…you!”
Orlando smiles for three days straight.
XIII
Elijah joins them on a Friday night. He brings his own sheets (silk) and makes the bed while Orlando watches him with a predator’s gaze, and Billy watches thoughtfully, tapping his finger against his lips in slow rhythmic time. Elijah smoothes out the comforter with his hand and sits on the edge of the bed.
Orlando isn’t ready for how he feels.
“Orlando,” Billy whispers into his ear as Orlando struggles to remain composed (struggles to not shake), “I won’t leave you as a second thought, and I won’t do that to him either. Be his equal…be mine. You’ll both be mine,” he finishes, his lips curling around Orlando’s shoulder; kissing softly.
Orlando exhales sharply, and slowly sprawls out over Elijah’s willing body.
Billy watches.
They both watch Billy.
XIV
When morning comes, Billy is stroking Orlando’s cheek with one hand, and the other is intertwined in Elijah’s hair. He lies in the middle of the bed; eyes open to the ceiling and the encroaching sunlight. He whispers a quick prayer to the ceiling, and closes his eyes.
He wishes for the moment to go on forever.
He wishes for peace, tranquility, and the feeling of Orlando’s body underneath him while Elijah whimpers and watches. When the sunlight hits his toes, he stretches them out and curls them once, realizing with a bittersweet smile, that wishes don’t come true.
It never hurts to try.
XV
In the end, Orlando cannot love Elijah.
But he loves Billy.
And he’ll do anything for him.
XVI
Elijah gets addicted.
Addicted to Billy, addicted to Orlando, addicted to the nights they give him.
It’s not healthy, but when Billy is coming and whispering about how much he needs Elijah, then everything else fades away and Elijah cries out brokenly as his hips thrust forward and he comes with a wild spasm, Billy’s voice coaching him through the entire time.
And really, he’s okay with Orlando not loving him.
It makes the withdrawal easier when your drug isn’t taking you back with open arms.
XVII
“Leading him on, aren’t you?” Dom comments, putting out a cigarette.
“When did you start smoking?” Billy comments, his brow furrowing in confusion. He looks around to the scene to find water encircling a giant air bubble. He sighs. “This is a dream.” The smoke from Dom’s cigarette curls and wafts into the air, forming clouds and wisps of scenes.
“Pretty little boys, all in a row,” Dom sings loudly, spreading his arms out. He looks straight at Billy – straight through Billy – and shakes his head, a pitiful look of mocking fury on his face. “You’re going to break them. Break them both. And he’ll still come crying to you. He’ll need you. He’ll love you.”
Billy knows Dom isn’t talking about the same man.
“I am like benediction,” Billy whispers as Dom proclaims the same words loudly.
“You are their damnation,” Dom accuses.
“And I am their salvation!” Billy protests vehemently, but Dom is gone in a haze of fog, mist, and cigarette smoke.
XVIII
“I need you to leave me,” Billy says with a gentle kiss. “But only because I love you.”
Elijah doesn’t understand.
XIX
“If you leave me,” Orlando threatens with a snarl, his upper lip curling violently, “you break me.”
Billy can’t argue this.
He watches Orlando break before him, falling to his knees (not crying, never crying. Trembling like a tree in a hurricane, but never releasing a single drop of rain) and swearing under his breath.
XX
And so, in the end, Billy lets himself be loved.
Allows himself to be needed.
END
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Thank you for reading.
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Hope you had a great birthday. Sorry it's a bit belated but I haven't been on LJ for a couple of days. Got to keep the hubbie happy ;)
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Wish I were Elijah, even if it is all screwed up.
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So, your fault. :-p
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thanks for reading!