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Ah... This is taking me a lot longer than I originally thought it would. O.o I've had personal problems preventing my from writing and the bunnies are drving me nuts. So here's the first part, what's done so far...
Title: well...untitled for now
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daisuke_yoshiki
Pairing: eventually DM/BB/EW
Rating: hm.. PG-13 for now? I dunno... I hate ratings
Summary: Elijah's reaction to Dom and Billy's payback
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't know them. I don't own much of anything anyone would want.
Feedback: Uh... sure. ^.^;
A/N: This is my first time writing these three like this. O.o If it sucks, it's my fault. If it's good, then it'sasleia's fault. Why? Because she wrote Payback and let me write this. ^.^ If you haven't read it, this won't make sense.
“Nobody likes a tease Elijah.”
And with that both boys walked out of the trailer wearing victorious grins, leaving Elijah tied up to the chair, all alone.
Elijah just stared at the door that closed behind his friends. He took several gulping breaths to calm down. Surely they’d be back in a minute to at least untie him. They weren't THAT cruel. Were they? Several minutes passed in complete silence.
Any minute now and Peter would be calling the actors back for shooting. It would be just awful to still be sitting here when that happened. As much as he didn’t want to give Billy and Dom the satisfaction, Elijah called out for help.
The door opened a few seconds later. Orlando stepped through. “Lij, PJ’s calling for us on the set. Break time’s over.”
“Um...could you...untie me? Please?” At least the time that passed had rid him of his excruciating erection.
Orlando crossed the room quickly and knelt behind his friend. After taking in the scene he asked, “What happened?”
Once the scarf was untied, Elijah stood quickly and fastened his trousers. “Thanks, man, I owe you.”
“Come on, Elwood, what happened?”
“Nothing I didn’t probably deserve,” he tossed over his shoulder as he exited his trailer.
He walked slowly back to the set, his mind whirling. There was no way he could face Billy and Dom after this. Yeah, he had flirted with them a bit, but he never dared dream anything would come of it. Then they’d gotten his hopes up just a little.
Then they’d just walked away and left him there.
He felt so dirty, so used. What he’d done to them was just innocent fun. Why’d they have to go and ruin it? They obviously hated him now. Why couldn’t they be like normal people and just ask him to stop? Why’d they have to leave him tied to a chair with this fly wide open for the entire world to see?
Billy had been more than right when he said Elijah had dreamed of the two of them. He’d had countless dreams of them both, hands caressing, tongues tasting, lips sucking. It was painfully obvious that they never thought the same thing about him. He could feel darkness descending over him as he neared his costars.
“Come on, Elwood, you’re an actor. You can do this.”
Billy looked over at him. “Did you say something?”
“Hm? Oh, no, I don’t say a word.” He didn’t look at either of them and just walked off to where Peter wanted him.
Billy and Dom looked at each other and smirked simultaneously.
During the shoot, Elijah seemed fine. He threw himself into Frodo. He was an actor and he would NOT let anyone know that anything was bothering him. Peter needed this shot and he was NOT going to mess it up.
“All right, that’s a wrap. We’re done for today. I know it was hard, but I thank everyone for doing their best.” Peter nodded to everyone before he walked away.
Elijah could not get to make-up fast enough. He prayed Orlando was talking to them about what to do after work, like he always did. Lucky for him, Orlando did. He rushed out of the trailer and ran to his own. Sean tried to stop him, but he yelled, “Sorry, Sean, but I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
He glanced past his friend to see Billy and Dom smirking at him. Orlando just looked confused. He closed his eyes and turned away.
Once back at his house he flopped onto the couch. His head still swam. Today had started like any other day, but Dom and Billy changed that with their little revenge. How could he possibly act normal around them now? They’d been smirking at him all day, seemingly knowing the internal turmoil he was going through.
Did they mean any of it? If he hadn’t been such a tease would they have even considered doing anything with him? Visions of Dom sucking him off while Billy slid into him from behind filled his mind. He let out a jagged sigh. Such images were not uncommon. They were just fantasies though. After this afternoon there was no way they could become reality.
God how he wanted them to be real. Ever since he’d met those two he’d been lusting after them. He was very grateful they’d all hit it off. He made it a point to be with them as often as possible. He’d started his merciless teasing when it seemed those two only had eyes for each other. He desperately wanted to not be left out.
“Guess they wanted me to be,” he muttered to the ceiling.
He wanted to cry. The two people he had an enormous crush on had humiliated him beyond belief. He sniffled. Why would you leave someone tied to a chair, painfully hard, if you didn’t hate them? He felt like the biggest loser in the world.
He curled into a ball and let the tears flow uninhibited. The only two people he had a major crush on and laughed at him and left him alone. All alone. That hurt. He clutched at his chest. If only he could just rip out that damn thing beating in his chest, maybe then the pain would go away.
He woke early the next morning. He’d spent most of the night tossing and turning, unsure of how best to handle things. He finally rose way earlier than his norm and hurried off to his trailer.
As he had hoped, he’d gotten there before any of the rest of the cast. He hurriedly transformed into Frodo and began working with Peter on close ups and other “Frodo only” things before any one else even stepped in to makeup and wardrobe.
All morning he threw himself into his work. He avoided all unnecessary contact with anyone. He could laugh and hang all over everyone when the cameras were running, but as soon as Peter yelled “Cut!” he froze up.
For his lunch break he took his food and locked himself in his trailer. He wanted to play some angry sounding music really loud to discourage anyone from trying to talk to him. He refrained, but only because the music would give people an indication of his feelings. Right now, he didn’t want anyone to know anything. So he stretched out on the floor in total silence.
When the small knock on his door signaled the end of lunch, he rose slowly and threw his lunch away, untouched.
He was the last one to arrive back on set. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him. He just looked at the ground and trotted over to his spot. He thought he heard someone chuckle, but he didn’t bother looking up. By now Billy and Dom had told everyone what had happened and everyone thought it was funny.
“Hey, ‘Lij, wait up!”
He halted his steps when he heard Orlando call after him.
Orlando trotted over and stood beside him. “Since it’s Friday and we’re off the rest of the weekend, a bunch of us are going out for drink and whatever as soon as we get out of costume. You gonna be ready soon?”
Elijah frowned. A bunch of us usually meant at LEAST just the other Hobbits and Orlando. He had a feeling it meant Viggo and Bean tonight as well. Could he do it? Could he sit around with everyone for hours and hours, just drinking and talking? Everyone would get so drunk. People often said things they didn’t mean when they were drunk. Would he tell everyone what was going through his head? That he wanted to apologize for being a flirt and that he also wanted nothing more than to curl up and die?
“Sorry, man, but I’ve got other plans for tonight.” Well not yet, but he could think of something.
“Other plans? What are you talking about? We ALWAYS go out on Friday nights, man! You can’t break fucking tradition!”
“I’m sorry, Orli, I really am. But I’ve got shit to do tonight.” He shrugged helplessly and turned to walk off.
Orlando reached out and grabbed his arm. “Hey, you okay, man? You’ve been acting kinda funny today.”
“You think so? Huh. No, nothing’s wrong. I gotta go now. Catch you later.”
“Yeah, sure. Oh wait! What about surfing tomorrow?”
“Oh right, surfing. Well, just call me in the morning and I’ll let you know.”
“You’re passing on surfing? Okay, Lij, what gives?”
“It’s just nothing. You just go have fun with the guys.”
Orlando looked at him with uncertainty. “You sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, go on.” He looked back over Orlando’s shoulder and saw Billy and Dom standing close together, staring at him and Orlando, expressionless. He gulped and looked away.
He failed to see Dom whisper something in Billy’s ear and both men frown.
Late that night, Elijah was roused from a dreamless sleep by a knock on the door. He sat up and gazed around his darkened living room. He’d fallen asleep on the floor again. He really didn’t want to answer the door. What if it was them again? He really didn’t want to have to see them just yet.
He slipped as quietly as possible from his spot on the floor to the door. He carefully leaned against the door and peaked through the eyehole. Sure enough, there was Dom and Billy, both obviously drunk. Dom was shifting from foot to foot in an almost…nervous fashion?
Elijah let out a shaky breath then froze as Billy reached forward and knocked on the door again. He could see lips moving and strained to hear what was being said.
“D’ya think he’s home? I mean, it doesn’t look like he is.”
“Oh, he’s home all right. He’s just sulking because he didn’t get his way. Go on, knock again.”
Elijah closed his eyes. Is that what’s wrong? Is he just sulking because he didn’t get his way? No, he didn’t think that’s all it was. He knew now, with utter certainty, that he would pass on the surfing tomorrow. No matter how much fun it usually was he could only predict a miserable day.
He didn’t dare move until Billy and Dom gave up in disgust and went away. He sighed in relief, welcoming the silence once again. He slid back to his spot on the floor and stared at the ceiling. This silence would be short-lived. Soon morning would come and with it calls from people who were often more cheerful than anyone had any right to be. He frowned. That had never bothered him before, but right now he felt like he would punch the next person he saw smiling.
He closed his eyes to block out such thoughts only to open them a second later after visions of smirking Hobbits flashed though his mind. This was going to be a long night.
Dawn saw Elijah lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. He’d slept not a wink since the late night visit from inebriated Hobbits. He had a tremendous urge to unplug his phone and ignore the world for the rest of the weekend. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to do that to Orlando.
As if on cue, the phone rang. And rang. And rang. Eventually the answering machine picked up. Elijah just stared at the ceiling.
“Hey, Elwood, answer the phone! I know you’re there!”
Go away, Orli…
“Anyway, just calling to see if you’re coming or not. I’ll stop over in a little bit. Hopefully I’ll catch you then. If not, sorry, mate. We did invite you and all, so no sulking if you’re not there, yeah?”
Elijah cringed. Sulking? Some one else thought he was sulking? He thought he should perhaps lock his door. At least he knew Orlando knew. Why else would he have said close to the same thing Dom had? Maybe he was reading into things again. Maybe not.
Orlando knocked gingerly on the door. The curtains were still closed. He tested the knob and found it locked. He looked back at the car. Dom motioned him to try again. He sighed, but knocked again. After a few moments he looked around. He figured there had to be a spare key around somewhere.
He trotted back to the car. “Hey, do either of you know where Lij keeps his spare key?”
Both men nodded. “Yeah, it’s in that loose brick on the porch.”
“That one we always trip over?”
Billy nodded. “Yeah, that one.”
“Right.” Orlando ran back to the steps. He reached down and knocked the brick loose. Sure enough there was a key in one of the holes. He picked the key up and unlocked Elijah’s door.
He slipped through the doorway and called out. “Elijah?” He shut the door behind him and surveyed the room. Off to the side was Elijah, sprawled on his back, eyes opened but unblinking. “Oh god, Lij!”
Orlando rushed over to his friend’s side. “Lij? Can you hear me, man?”
No response.
Orlando reached down and shook the prone figure. “Come on, mate, snap out of it.”
Elijah blinked a few times. His eyes slowly shifted over to look at Orlando. “Orli?”
“Yeah, it’s me. I came to get you for surfing, remember?”
“Surfing? Oh. Yeah, I remember. I can’t go with you today. I’ve got other plans.”
Orlando raised an eyebrow. “As in?”
“Just... plans.”
“Like staring at the ceiling some more?”
“Hey, this ceiling happens to be very nasty! Take your eyes off it for one minute and who knows what it’ll do!”
Orlando sighed. “Hey, whatever, mate.” He frowned as Elijah went back to staring the ceiling into submission. “That’s it. You’re coming surfing with us whether you like it or not.” He reached over and grabbed Elijah’s arm.
“NO!” smack
Orlando raised a hand to his cheek. He looked up, wide-eyed, to see Elijah huddle in the corner. “You... hit...me...”
“I’m sorry, Orli...” He rocked back and forth as tears slid down his face. “I’m so sorry. I just CAN’T go with you today.”
A loud knock startled them both. “Hey, Orli? What’s the hold up? Is he coming or isn’t he? Let’s go!”
“I’ll be there in a second, Dom!” Orlando called to the closed door.
“Yeah, all right, but we’re wasting good waves.”
Orlando sighed and looked back at his cowering friend. There really was no other way to describe it. Elijah was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. His legs were tucked up to his chest, arms wrapped around his knees. His eyes were bright with unshed tears and an obvious lack of sleep. His bottom lip quivered slightly.
“Lij, what happened to you?”
The answering whisper made his heart break. “Nothing I didn’t probably deserve.”
Orlando stood slowly and walked back to the door. “We’re not done here, Elwood. I’ll send someone over to look after you. After I ditch those two,” he nodded towards his car, “I’ll come back and you will tell me exactly what happened, understand me?”
Elijah whimpered but nodded.
Satisfied, Orlando stepped back into the early morning light and made his way back to the car.
“He not coming?”
“Naw, he made other plans.”
Billy and Dom shared a nervous glance before turning and staring at the house that was rapidly shrinking behind them.
TBC
Title: well...untitled for now
Author:
daisuke_yoshikiPairing: eventually DM/BB/EW
Rating: hm.. PG-13 for now? I dunno... I hate ratings
Summary: Elijah's reaction to Dom and Billy's payback
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't know them. I don't own much of anything anyone would want.
Feedback: Uh... sure. ^.^;
A/N: This is my first time writing these three like this. O.o If it sucks, it's my fault. If it's good, then it's
asleia's fault. Why? Because she wrote Payback and let me write this. ^.^ If you haven't read it, this won't make sense.“Nobody likes a tease Elijah.”
And with that both boys walked out of the trailer wearing victorious grins, leaving Elijah tied up to the chair, all alone.
Elijah just stared at the door that closed behind his friends. He took several gulping breaths to calm down. Surely they’d be back in a minute to at least untie him. They weren't THAT cruel. Were they? Several minutes passed in complete silence.
Any minute now and Peter would be calling the actors back for shooting. It would be just awful to still be sitting here when that happened. As much as he didn’t want to give Billy and Dom the satisfaction, Elijah called out for help.
The door opened a few seconds later. Orlando stepped through. “Lij, PJ’s calling for us on the set. Break time’s over.”
“Um...could you...untie me? Please?” At least the time that passed had rid him of his excruciating erection.
Orlando crossed the room quickly and knelt behind his friend. After taking in the scene he asked, “What happened?”
Once the scarf was untied, Elijah stood quickly and fastened his trousers. “Thanks, man, I owe you.”
“Come on, Elwood, what happened?”
“Nothing I didn’t probably deserve,” he tossed over his shoulder as he exited his trailer.
He walked slowly back to the set, his mind whirling. There was no way he could face Billy and Dom after this. Yeah, he had flirted with them a bit, but he never dared dream anything would come of it. Then they’d gotten his hopes up just a little.
Then they’d just walked away and left him there.
He felt so dirty, so used. What he’d done to them was just innocent fun. Why’d they have to go and ruin it? They obviously hated him now. Why couldn’t they be like normal people and just ask him to stop? Why’d they have to leave him tied to a chair with this fly wide open for the entire world to see?
Billy had been more than right when he said Elijah had dreamed of the two of them. He’d had countless dreams of them both, hands caressing, tongues tasting, lips sucking. It was painfully obvious that they never thought the same thing about him. He could feel darkness descending over him as he neared his costars.
“Come on, Elwood, you’re an actor. You can do this.”
Billy looked over at him. “Did you say something?”
“Hm? Oh, no, I don’t say a word.” He didn’t look at either of them and just walked off to where Peter wanted him.
Billy and Dom looked at each other and smirked simultaneously.
During the shoot, Elijah seemed fine. He threw himself into Frodo. He was an actor and he would NOT let anyone know that anything was bothering him. Peter needed this shot and he was NOT going to mess it up.
“All right, that’s a wrap. We’re done for today. I know it was hard, but I thank everyone for doing their best.” Peter nodded to everyone before he walked away.
Elijah could not get to make-up fast enough. He prayed Orlando was talking to them about what to do after work, like he always did. Lucky for him, Orlando did. He rushed out of the trailer and ran to his own. Sean tried to stop him, but he yelled, “Sorry, Sean, but I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
He glanced past his friend to see Billy and Dom smirking at him. Orlando just looked confused. He closed his eyes and turned away.
Once back at his house he flopped onto the couch. His head still swam. Today had started like any other day, but Dom and Billy changed that with their little revenge. How could he possibly act normal around them now? They’d been smirking at him all day, seemingly knowing the internal turmoil he was going through.
Did they mean any of it? If he hadn’t been such a tease would they have even considered doing anything with him? Visions of Dom sucking him off while Billy slid into him from behind filled his mind. He let out a jagged sigh. Such images were not uncommon. They were just fantasies though. After this afternoon there was no way they could become reality.
God how he wanted them to be real. Ever since he’d met those two he’d been lusting after them. He was very grateful they’d all hit it off. He made it a point to be with them as often as possible. He’d started his merciless teasing when it seemed those two only had eyes for each other. He desperately wanted to not be left out.
“Guess they wanted me to be,” he muttered to the ceiling.
He wanted to cry. The two people he had an enormous crush on had humiliated him beyond belief. He sniffled. Why would you leave someone tied to a chair, painfully hard, if you didn’t hate them? He felt like the biggest loser in the world.
He curled into a ball and let the tears flow uninhibited. The only two people he had a major crush on and laughed at him and left him alone. All alone. That hurt. He clutched at his chest. If only he could just rip out that damn thing beating in his chest, maybe then the pain would go away.
He woke early the next morning. He’d spent most of the night tossing and turning, unsure of how best to handle things. He finally rose way earlier than his norm and hurried off to his trailer.
As he had hoped, he’d gotten there before any of the rest of the cast. He hurriedly transformed into Frodo and began working with Peter on close ups and other “Frodo only” things before any one else even stepped in to makeup and wardrobe.
All morning he threw himself into his work. He avoided all unnecessary contact with anyone. He could laugh and hang all over everyone when the cameras were running, but as soon as Peter yelled “Cut!” he froze up.
For his lunch break he took his food and locked himself in his trailer. He wanted to play some angry sounding music really loud to discourage anyone from trying to talk to him. He refrained, but only because the music would give people an indication of his feelings. Right now, he didn’t want anyone to know anything. So he stretched out on the floor in total silence.
When the small knock on his door signaled the end of lunch, he rose slowly and threw his lunch away, untouched.
He was the last one to arrive back on set. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him. He just looked at the ground and trotted over to his spot. He thought he heard someone chuckle, but he didn’t bother looking up. By now Billy and Dom had told everyone what had happened and everyone thought it was funny.
“Hey, ‘Lij, wait up!”
He halted his steps when he heard Orlando call after him.
Orlando trotted over and stood beside him. “Since it’s Friday and we’re off the rest of the weekend, a bunch of us are going out for drink and whatever as soon as we get out of costume. You gonna be ready soon?”
Elijah frowned. A bunch of us usually meant at LEAST just the other Hobbits and Orlando. He had a feeling it meant Viggo and Bean tonight as well. Could he do it? Could he sit around with everyone for hours and hours, just drinking and talking? Everyone would get so drunk. People often said things they didn’t mean when they were drunk. Would he tell everyone what was going through his head? That he wanted to apologize for being a flirt and that he also wanted nothing more than to curl up and die?
“Sorry, man, but I’ve got other plans for tonight.” Well not yet, but he could think of something.
“Other plans? What are you talking about? We ALWAYS go out on Friday nights, man! You can’t break fucking tradition!”
“I’m sorry, Orli, I really am. But I’ve got shit to do tonight.” He shrugged helplessly and turned to walk off.
Orlando reached out and grabbed his arm. “Hey, you okay, man? You’ve been acting kinda funny today.”
“You think so? Huh. No, nothing’s wrong. I gotta go now. Catch you later.”
“Yeah, sure. Oh wait! What about surfing tomorrow?”
“Oh right, surfing. Well, just call me in the morning and I’ll let you know.”
“You’re passing on surfing? Okay, Lij, what gives?”
“It’s just nothing. You just go have fun with the guys.”
Orlando looked at him with uncertainty. “You sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, go on.” He looked back over Orlando’s shoulder and saw Billy and Dom standing close together, staring at him and Orlando, expressionless. He gulped and looked away.
He failed to see Dom whisper something in Billy’s ear and both men frown.
Late that night, Elijah was roused from a dreamless sleep by a knock on the door. He sat up and gazed around his darkened living room. He’d fallen asleep on the floor again. He really didn’t want to answer the door. What if it was them again? He really didn’t want to have to see them just yet.
He slipped as quietly as possible from his spot on the floor to the door. He carefully leaned against the door and peaked through the eyehole. Sure enough, there was Dom and Billy, both obviously drunk. Dom was shifting from foot to foot in an almost…nervous fashion?
Elijah let out a shaky breath then froze as Billy reached forward and knocked on the door again. He could see lips moving and strained to hear what was being said.
“D’ya think he’s home? I mean, it doesn’t look like he is.”
“Oh, he’s home all right. He’s just sulking because he didn’t get his way. Go on, knock again.”
Elijah closed his eyes. Is that what’s wrong? Is he just sulking because he didn’t get his way? No, he didn’t think that’s all it was. He knew now, with utter certainty, that he would pass on the surfing tomorrow. No matter how much fun it usually was he could only predict a miserable day.
He didn’t dare move until Billy and Dom gave up in disgust and went away. He sighed in relief, welcoming the silence once again. He slid back to his spot on the floor and stared at the ceiling. This silence would be short-lived. Soon morning would come and with it calls from people who were often more cheerful than anyone had any right to be. He frowned. That had never bothered him before, but right now he felt like he would punch the next person he saw smiling.
He closed his eyes to block out such thoughts only to open them a second later after visions of smirking Hobbits flashed though his mind. This was going to be a long night.
Dawn saw Elijah lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. He’d slept not a wink since the late night visit from inebriated Hobbits. He had a tremendous urge to unplug his phone and ignore the world for the rest of the weekend. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to do that to Orlando.
As if on cue, the phone rang. And rang. And rang. Eventually the answering machine picked up. Elijah just stared at the ceiling.
“Hey, Elwood, answer the phone! I know you’re there!”
Go away, Orli…
“Anyway, just calling to see if you’re coming or not. I’ll stop over in a little bit. Hopefully I’ll catch you then. If not, sorry, mate. We did invite you and all, so no sulking if you’re not there, yeah?”
Elijah cringed. Sulking? Some one else thought he was sulking? He thought he should perhaps lock his door. At least he knew Orlando knew. Why else would he have said close to the same thing Dom had? Maybe he was reading into things again. Maybe not.
Orlando knocked gingerly on the door. The curtains were still closed. He tested the knob and found it locked. He looked back at the car. Dom motioned him to try again. He sighed, but knocked again. After a few moments he looked around. He figured there had to be a spare key around somewhere.
He trotted back to the car. “Hey, do either of you know where Lij keeps his spare key?”
Both men nodded. “Yeah, it’s in that loose brick on the porch.”
“That one we always trip over?”
Billy nodded. “Yeah, that one.”
“Right.” Orlando ran back to the steps. He reached down and knocked the brick loose. Sure enough there was a key in one of the holes. He picked the key up and unlocked Elijah’s door.
He slipped through the doorway and called out. “Elijah?” He shut the door behind him and surveyed the room. Off to the side was Elijah, sprawled on his back, eyes opened but unblinking. “Oh god, Lij!”
Orlando rushed over to his friend’s side. “Lij? Can you hear me, man?”
No response.
Orlando reached down and shook the prone figure. “Come on, mate, snap out of it.”
Elijah blinked a few times. His eyes slowly shifted over to look at Orlando. “Orli?”
“Yeah, it’s me. I came to get you for surfing, remember?”
“Surfing? Oh. Yeah, I remember. I can’t go with you today. I’ve got other plans.”
Orlando raised an eyebrow. “As in?”
“Just... plans.”
“Like staring at the ceiling some more?”
“Hey, this ceiling happens to be very nasty! Take your eyes off it for one minute and who knows what it’ll do!”
Orlando sighed. “Hey, whatever, mate.” He frowned as Elijah went back to staring the ceiling into submission. “That’s it. You’re coming surfing with us whether you like it or not.” He reached over and grabbed Elijah’s arm.
“NO!” smack
Orlando raised a hand to his cheek. He looked up, wide-eyed, to see Elijah huddle in the corner. “You... hit...me...”
“I’m sorry, Orli...” He rocked back and forth as tears slid down his face. “I’m so sorry. I just CAN’T go with you today.”
A loud knock startled them both. “Hey, Orli? What’s the hold up? Is he coming or isn’t he? Let’s go!”
“I’ll be there in a second, Dom!” Orlando called to the closed door.
“Yeah, all right, but we’re wasting good waves.”
Orlando sighed and looked back at his cowering friend. There really was no other way to describe it. Elijah was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. His legs were tucked up to his chest, arms wrapped around his knees. His eyes were bright with unshed tears and an obvious lack of sleep. His bottom lip quivered slightly.
“Lij, what happened to you?”
The answering whisper made his heart break. “Nothing I didn’t probably deserve.”
Orlando stood slowly and walked back to the door. “We’re not done here, Elwood. I’ll send someone over to look after you. After I ditch those two,” he nodded towards his car, “I’ll come back and you will tell me exactly what happened, understand me?”
Elijah whimpered but nodded.
Satisfied, Orlando stepped back into the early morning light and made his way back to the car.
“He not coming?”
“Naw, he made other plans.”
Billy and Dom shared a nervous glance before turning and staring at the house that was rapidly shrinking behind them.
TBC
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~Jewels
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I dislike seeing anyone in pain, but he and Orli always scream "Torment me" at me. Who am I to refuse them anything. ^.^;
Don't worry, all will be fixed in time. ^.~
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Methinks Elijah and Orli should tie *them* up and torture *them* for revenge.
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I'll see what I can do. ^.~
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And such praise, coming from you! Wow ^.^ Although, I don't think I'm a better writer than you. You're constantly churning out new ideas, at LEAST once a day. ^.^ Me? I need something to jump start me, usually a song, but in this case your fic did wonderfully ^.^
Orlijah...hm...that was not originally my plan, but I can see that happening. ^.^ I can also see them ganging up on Dom and Billy. BUt I've never written a threesome, much less a foursome. So, we'll see. ^.^;
Again, I'm sooooo glad you liked it!! ^.^