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Bitch Buddy 1/?, Craig/Orli, R
Title: Bitch Buddy 1/6?
Author: Nixxie + Gypsy
Pairings: Craig/Orli, mention of Hugo/Craig.
Rating: R
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + kejazofi@wolfenet.com
Disclaimers: Not ours. Simple as that! The fact that we wish they were is beside the point!
Warnings: Real Person Slash - meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is not known by us.
(One week later, first general cast and crew meeting for Helm's deep training)
//He's here.//
Craig knew he would be, knew all the main cast involved in the night filming would be here. But this last week, every now and then, too often really, his mind would flit back to that night, see again the look on Orli's face as he said it was just one night. Told him he was just a fuck buddy, nothing more.
And he'd had a couple more since then. Even managed to hook Hugo after months of trying. That night had been fun. //Kinky bugger!// But still he thought of Orli. He'd never done that before. Fond memories of some nights, sure. Wanks over thoughts of others when he'd gone home alone. But something about that night still nagged at him. And he knew Orli would never talk to him again.
"Parker! Are you actually paying attention to me...or do I have to take you into detention later?" PJ called out over the heads of the crowd who were now turned to laugh or glare or wink at Craig, who just smirked back.
"So sorry Peter..." Craig drawled out, voice low and sexy but with a cheeky edge. "I'm sure I'll behave...if you want me too." He ended, smirk turning to an open smile, one which made more than a few people, men and women alike, squirm in their chairs before turning back to PJ.
"As I was saying...Craig." PJ smiled back, "I was informing everyone that filming is going to be cold, wet, long and arduous, and more than likely you're going to be moaning your heads off all the months long about this...but you're not going to moan at me." He smiled around at the room, faces now concentrating back on him. "Fran's thought up a bitch buddy system, someone you can moan to, help through the long nights and the nasty days when your body is getting used to sleeping during the daylight hours." He smiled back at Craig again, "And seeing as you're so very...attentive today, you can be the one to come on up...and choose everyone's pairings"
Craig got to his feet, bowed slightly and laughed at the spontaneous applause that broke out in places around the room. These meetings were not exactly the most organised of affairs at the best of times, but tonight there were way too many people there, and way too many pranks to pull and people to joke with. He walked up to the slight stage, stood next to PJ and put on his best innocent look. Which of course, was not innocent at all.
PJ moved in, turning away from the crowd so no one could hear. "Don't you go playing innocent with me Parker or I really will detain you!" He reached further behind Craig to grab a black box filled with slips. He turned back around to the crowd and held the box aloft, inclining his head towards Craig.
"And Craig here, my lovely assistant," A broad smile covered PJ's face, "Will pick his own buddy first.
Craig grinned at PJ, and then around at the crowd, mimicked a coy smile and a curtsy before reaching up to snag a piece of white paper, opening it dramatically and bringing it to his eye level to read it.
And needing all of his acting powers to keep a straight face as he read out, almost in disbelief.
"Orlando Bloom"
And his hands dropped, one set of fingers still clutching the paper tight as he found Orlando's face in the crowd. And their eyes met.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando had done his very best to avoid Craig for the past week. If he had a
shoot with him, he would be professional, he wasn't about to ruin this chance
over what had happened--and he could even pretend like things were totally
normal when around him. But he wouldn't speak to him anymore than he
absolutely had to. And he hadn't told the hobbits about what had happened,
they hadn't mentioned it so he assumed Craig hadn't either.
It would be so easy if things had ended better, easier for him to get
over the feelings he had developed. But it hadn't. He still had those, and
the new ones added from the encounter. Two conflicting sets if ever there
were any.
Orli had slouched in his seat, eyes on Peter as the little bitch buddy
conversation went on. But he wouldn't' look at Craig--no, not at Craig. He
hadn't been worried about the fact that it was a possibility that it could be
his name Craig drew. There were too many of them and fate wasn't *that*
cruel.
Apparently it was.
When Orlando heard his name, his eyes snapped to Craig--this had to be some
kind of joke, didn't it? But he met Craig's eyes, and he knew it wasn't.
Barely containing his scowl, he averted his eyes, giving himself a moment to
get under control before all eyes were on them--and he responded to the good
natured ribbing of the hobbits next to him, wanting things to move on to the
next victim.
~You've got to be fucking kidding me...~
_+_+_+_+_+
"Go on Parker...go talk to your new best buddy..." Peter pushed him off the stage at the end of the picking. He'd picked name by name and tried not to look any where near Orlando. Craig had no idea if Orli had told anyone about that night, he sure as hell hadn't, not his style of thing. He rarely talked about past shags unless he was asked directly. Everybody knew what he was...or at least Craig thought everyone knew.
He looked over at Orli. //Well, not everyone knew.//
One deep breath later he was walking up, as calmly as he possibly could, faint smile on his face. It wasn't just that this was expected of him...he actually did want to talk to the man...
"Hey Orli..." He started, voice neutral as the hobbits slipped away, Elijah blushing slightly. "I guess we're stuck with each other for a few months eh?" He had no idea how he'd be received, anything from being shouted at to Orli walking away. But he wasn't going to give up on this one without a fight.
_+_+_+_+_+
Part of Orlando wanted to go to Peter and demand this be fixed, demand that
this not be allowed to happen. But he couldn't do that. Firstly, that
would mean admitting what had happened. Secondly, he was an adult, this was
his job, and he was an actor--he'd bloody well act as if it was all okay.
At least to everyone else. With Craig standing right there, Orlando just
wanted to hide. He'd made a total fool out of himself, let himself be used
when deep down he had known--he had to have, right? After what Sean had
said, after the rumours? But there were rumours about HIM as well, and they
weren't true.
Maybe he should make them true?
No, Orlando knew he didn't have it in him. All this flashed through his
head as he watched Craig make his way towards him.
"I guess so," Orlando responded, offering a patented Orli smile, which had
never felt so hollow as it did now. Orlando worried if it looked just as
fake. He had been avoiding Craig, there was no way the man didn't know
that. The chances of him using Craig as a sounding board were very
un-bloody-likely though.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig felt his chest drop at the 'smile', he almost chuckled out loud it was that bad. For a great actor, Orli sure sucked at keeping his emotions in, if that was the best he could do. Craig was less than pleased with this. But he knew it would be worse if they pushed against it, if they just tried to work this out together, it could be so much better.
"Fine! If that's the way you want to play it..." He started, voice low but trying to stay calm. "I just...I just wanted to try and patch things up between us. We can't work like this Orli. It's not good for either of us and it's sure as hell not getting us anywhere." And that surprised Craig more than anything. He knew he still felt a bit guilty about the way things had turned out with Orli, not explaining things properly like maybe he should have. But usually he wouldn't have given a thought about a fuck's feelings. If someone got hurt...that was the way it was.
And yet why was he still thinking about this fuck? This Orli...? True he was working with him...and closely for the next month or so. But still, it didn't explain why his mind thought he actually cared.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Patch things up?" Orlando inquired. "And how do you suggest we do that?
And we will work together, because we have to, and I'll be professional
about it, but don't expect us to be close friends, Craig. I can't just
pretend it didn't happen. If you can--then that's fine for you, but I
can't." The smile hadn't worked, he knew it hadn't, so why try to act like
he didn't' know what he was talking about. Orli refused to admit that he
had feelings for Craig though--that had never come to light, and he didn't
want it too--didn't want to seem even more like some young, green kid.
_+_+_+_+_+
"I can't pretend it didn't happen. Because it did. And I'm sorry it ended the way it did. I just wanted us to be mates...friends even..." Craig stopped, realising there were lots of people around, this was a bit too public a place for this conversation. He took a light hold of Orlando's elbow, lead him towards a wall, a spare space and a bit of privacy.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando was about to respond to the bit about being friends when
Craig grabbed his elbow and tried to lead him away--jerking his arm
back a bit quicker than he even meant to. He did at least follow
after the man.
~I don't want to be friends~
But he couldn't make the words form anywhere but inside his head. It
wasn't friendship he wanted from Craig, not entirely.
_+_+_+_+_+
"I'm sorry...it was unexpected. I didn't think you would want more than one night. Nobody ever wants more from me. I probably didn't react too well. And for that I'm sorry."
_+_+_+_+_+
"It doesn't matter," Orlando said, even though it did very much
matter. "It was just some of the things you said while we were...I
Just thought..." He shook his head. "It was my mistake, and I've
learned a very valuable lesson." The young man's jaw set slightly
and he looked away from Craig, past him, refusing to meet his eyes.
_+_+_+_+_+
//Fuck, he won't even look at me. Why the hell did I even try? I just thought...maybe...//
"I didn't mean you too. I just..." He sighed, trying to get the man to look at him "Look, can we at least give this buddy thing a try? People like me don't have friends, they have people they fuck and people they've already fucked. And I thought I saw in you something more...maybe I was wrong."
_+_+_+_+_+
"Don't turn this around on me," Orlando said, bristling a bit. "You didn't see
much more than that in me when you told me to be out by the time you woke up.
So don't you dare turn this around on me. I should have known better than to
think you could feel anything for me, that you could ever return all the things
I felt..." Orlando stopped cold, dark eyes going wide as he admitted
something he vowed that he would not. Damnit! "Nevermind..." his voice was
quieter now, a mere mumble.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Fuck!"
//Okay Craig, probably not the best of responses to give the poor lad...but really...//
"Fuck!"
Craig was more than stunned, no one had ever, in his entire life, said anything quite like that to him.
//I mean, me. Craig, the set fucktoy. And he... Oh fuck!//
"So you're saying that you...err...with me...and...um."
//Oh God I need to sit down, or have a stiff drink, or both, preferably with a stiff something else as well...but...//
//Fuck!//
He felt like the ground had suddenly caved in, or that everyone in the room was staring at him. There was the answer, the reason why Orli had suddenly wanted to leave that night, why he had left with hardly a word.
//He actually wants me...//
"Fuck!"
He stood, staring at Orli, voice spilling words without his brain really thinking. His brain seemed to have gone on a nice long vacation, probably with that stiff drink and the stiff something else. Craig just stood, arms limp by his side, mouth open, eyes blinking in disbelief.
And suddenly it was all too much. This was nothing like he'd ever encountered in his life before, not since his childhood sweetheart at aged 7 had professed his undying love for Craig in the middle of the playground. And Craig did what he'd done then.
He turned.
He ran.
Well, not so much ran as walked off into the crowd as fast as his now terribly shaky legs could move. All that filled his mind was the sight of Orli's face as he'd poured his heart out, told him something that had scared Craig more than just a little.
Scared him because he knew now why he'd wanted to get Orli to be friends, why he'd walked over to him today in the first place. The reason why Orli's words scared him so much.
Because he suddenly realised he was starting to feel the same way.
//Oh Fuck!//
tbc....
Author: Nixxie + Gypsy
Pairings: Craig/Orli, mention of Hugo/Craig.
Rating: R
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + kejazofi@wolfenet.com
Disclaimers: Not ours. Simple as that! The fact that we wish they were is beside the point!
Warnings: Real Person Slash - meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is not known by us.
(One week later, first general cast and crew meeting for Helm's deep training)
//He's here.//
Craig knew he would be, knew all the main cast involved in the night filming would be here. But this last week, every now and then, too often really, his mind would flit back to that night, see again the look on Orli's face as he said it was just one night. Told him he was just a fuck buddy, nothing more.
And he'd had a couple more since then. Even managed to hook Hugo after months of trying. That night had been fun. //Kinky bugger!// But still he thought of Orli. He'd never done that before. Fond memories of some nights, sure. Wanks over thoughts of others when he'd gone home alone. But something about that night still nagged at him. And he knew Orli would never talk to him again.
"Parker! Are you actually paying attention to me...or do I have to take you into detention later?" PJ called out over the heads of the crowd who were now turned to laugh or glare or wink at Craig, who just smirked back.
"So sorry Peter..." Craig drawled out, voice low and sexy but with a cheeky edge. "I'm sure I'll behave...if you want me too." He ended, smirk turning to an open smile, one which made more than a few people, men and women alike, squirm in their chairs before turning back to PJ.
"As I was saying...Craig." PJ smiled back, "I was informing everyone that filming is going to be cold, wet, long and arduous, and more than likely you're going to be moaning your heads off all the months long about this...but you're not going to moan at me." He smiled around at the room, faces now concentrating back on him. "Fran's thought up a bitch buddy system, someone you can moan to, help through the long nights and the nasty days when your body is getting used to sleeping during the daylight hours." He smiled back at Craig again, "And seeing as you're so very...attentive today, you can be the one to come on up...and choose everyone's pairings"
Craig got to his feet, bowed slightly and laughed at the spontaneous applause that broke out in places around the room. These meetings were not exactly the most organised of affairs at the best of times, but tonight there were way too many people there, and way too many pranks to pull and people to joke with. He walked up to the slight stage, stood next to PJ and put on his best innocent look. Which of course, was not innocent at all.
PJ moved in, turning away from the crowd so no one could hear. "Don't you go playing innocent with me Parker or I really will detain you!" He reached further behind Craig to grab a black box filled with slips. He turned back around to the crowd and held the box aloft, inclining his head towards Craig.
"And Craig here, my lovely assistant," A broad smile covered PJ's face, "Will pick his own buddy first.
Craig grinned at PJ, and then around at the crowd, mimicked a coy smile and a curtsy before reaching up to snag a piece of white paper, opening it dramatically and bringing it to his eye level to read it.
And needing all of his acting powers to keep a straight face as he read out, almost in disbelief.
"Orlando Bloom"
And his hands dropped, one set of fingers still clutching the paper tight as he found Orlando's face in the crowd. And their eyes met.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando had done his very best to avoid Craig for the past week. If he had a
shoot with him, he would be professional, he wasn't about to ruin this chance
over what had happened--and he could even pretend like things were totally
normal when around him. But he wouldn't speak to him anymore than he
absolutely had to. And he hadn't told the hobbits about what had happened,
they hadn't mentioned it so he assumed Craig hadn't either.
It would be so easy if things had ended better, easier for him to get
over the feelings he had developed. But it hadn't. He still had those, and
the new ones added from the encounter. Two conflicting sets if ever there
were any.
Orli had slouched in his seat, eyes on Peter as the little bitch buddy
conversation went on. But he wouldn't' look at Craig--no, not at Craig. He
hadn't been worried about the fact that it was a possibility that it could be
his name Craig drew. There were too many of them and fate wasn't *that*
cruel.
Apparently it was.
When Orlando heard his name, his eyes snapped to Craig--this had to be some
kind of joke, didn't it? But he met Craig's eyes, and he knew it wasn't.
Barely containing his scowl, he averted his eyes, giving himself a moment to
get under control before all eyes were on them--and he responded to the good
natured ribbing of the hobbits next to him, wanting things to move on to the
next victim.
~You've got to be fucking kidding me...~
_+_+_+_+_+
"Go on Parker...go talk to your new best buddy..." Peter pushed him off the stage at the end of the picking. He'd picked name by name and tried not to look any where near Orlando. Craig had no idea if Orli had told anyone about that night, he sure as hell hadn't, not his style of thing. He rarely talked about past shags unless he was asked directly. Everybody knew what he was...or at least Craig thought everyone knew.
He looked over at Orli. //Well, not everyone knew.//
One deep breath later he was walking up, as calmly as he possibly could, faint smile on his face. It wasn't just that this was expected of him...he actually did want to talk to the man...
"Hey Orli..." He started, voice neutral as the hobbits slipped away, Elijah blushing slightly. "I guess we're stuck with each other for a few months eh?" He had no idea how he'd be received, anything from being shouted at to Orli walking away. But he wasn't going to give up on this one without a fight.
_+_+_+_+_+
Part of Orlando wanted to go to Peter and demand this be fixed, demand that
this not be allowed to happen. But he couldn't do that. Firstly, that
would mean admitting what had happened. Secondly, he was an adult, this was
his job, and he was an actor--he'd bloody well act as if it was all okay.
At least to everyone else. With Craig standing right there, Orlando just
wanted to hide. He'd made a total fool out of himself, let himself be used
when deep down he had known--he had to have, right? After what Sean had
said, after the rumours? But there were rumours about HIM as well, and they
weren't true.
Maybe he should make them true?
No, Orlando knew he didn't have it in him. All this flashed through his
head as he watched Craig make his way towards him.
"I guess so," Orlando responded, offering a patented Orli smile, which had
never felt so hollow as it did now. Orlando worried if it looked just as
fake. He had been avoiding Craig, there was no way the man didn't know
that. The chances of him using Craig as a sounding board were very
un-bloody-likely though.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig felt his chest drop at the 'smile', he almost chuckled out loud it was that bad. For a great actor, Orli sure sucked at keeping his emotions in, if that was the best he could do. Craig was less than pleased with this. But he knew it would be worse if they pushed against it, if they just tried to work this out together, it could be so much better.
"Fine! If that's the way you want to play it..." He started, voice low but trying to stay calm. "I just...I just wanted to try and patch things up between us. We can't work like this Orli. It's not good for either of us and it's sure as hell not getting us anywhere." And that surprised Craig more than anything. He knew he still felt a bit guilty about the way things had turned out with Orli, not explaining things properly like maybe he should have. But usually he wouldn't have given a thought about a fuck's feelings. If someone got hurt...that was the way it was.
And yet why was he still thinking about this fuck? This Orli...? True he was working with him...and closely for the next month or so. But still, it didn't explain why his mind thought he actually cared.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Patch things up?" Orlando inquired. "And how do you suggest we do that?
And we will work together, because we have to, and I'll be professional
about it, but don't expect us to be close friends, Craig. I can't just
pretend it didn't happen. If you can--then that's fine for you, but I
can't." The smile hadn't worked, he knew it hadn't, so why try to act like
he didn't' know what he was talking about. Orli refused to admit that he
had feelings for Craig though--that had never come to light, and he didn't
want it too--didn't want to seem even more like some young, green kid.
_+_+_+_+_+
"I can't pretend it didn't happen. Because it did. And I'm sorry it ended the way it did. I just wanted us to be mates...friends even..." Craig stopped, realising there were lots of people around, this was a bit too public a place for this conversation. He took a light hold of Orlando's elbow, lead him towards a wall, a spare space and a bit of privacy.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando was about to respond to the bit about being friends when
Craig grabbed his elbow and tried to lead him away--jerking his arm
back a bit quicker than he even meant to. He did at least follow
after the man.
~I don't want to be friends~
But he couldn't make the words form anywhere but inside his head. It
wasn't friendship he wanted from Craig, not entirely.
_+_+_+_+_+
"I'm sorry...it was unexpected. I didn't think you would want more than one night. Nobody ever wants more from me. I probably didn't react too well. And for that I'm sorry."
_+_+_+_+_+
"It doesn't matter," Orlando said, even though it did very much
matter. "It was just some of the things you said while we were...I
Just thought..." He shook his head. "It was my mistake, and I've
learned a very valuable lesson." The young man's jaw set slightly
and he looked away from Craig, past him, refusing to meet his eyes.
_+_+_+_+_+
//Fuck, he won't even look at me. Why the hell did I even try? I just thought...maybe...//
"I didn't mean you too. I just..." He sighed, trying to get the man to look at him "Look, can we at least give this buddy thing a try? People like me don't have friends, they have people they fuck and people they've already fucked. And I thought I saw in you something more...maybe I was wrong."
_+_+_+_+_+
"Don't turn this around on me," Orlando said, bristling a bit. "You didn't see
much more than that in me when you told me to be out by the time you woke up.
So don't you dare turn this around on me. I should have known better than to
think you could feel anything for me, that you could ever return all the things
I felt..." Orlando stopped cold, dark eyes going wide as he admitted
something he vowed that he would not. Damnit! "Nevermind..." his voice was
quieter now, a mere mumble.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Fuck!"
//Okay Craig, probably not the best of responses to give the poor lad...but really...//
"Fuck!"
Craig was more than stunned, no one had ever, in his entire life, said anything quite like that to him.
//I mean, me. Craig, the set fucktoy. And he... Oh fuck!//
"So you're saying that you...err...with me...and...um."
//Oh God I need to sit down, or have a stiff drink, or both, preferably with a stiff something else as well...but...//
//Fuck!//
He felt like the ground had suddenly caved in, or that everyone in the room was staring at him. There was the answer, the reason why Orli had suddenly wanted to leave that night, why he had left with hardly a word.
//He actually wants me...//
"Fuck!"
He stood, staring at Orli, voice spilling words without his brain really thinking. His brain seemed to have gone on a nice long vacation, probably with that stiff drink and the stiff something else. Craig just stood, arms limp by his side, mouth open, eyes blinking in disbelief.
And suddenly it was all too much. This was nothing like he'd ever encountered in his life before, not since his childhood sweetheart at aged 7 had professed his undying love for Craig in the middle of the playground. And Craig did what he'd done then.
He turned.
He ran.
Well, not so much ran as walked off into the crowd as fast as his now terribly shaky legs could move. All that filled his mind was the sight of Orli's face as he'd poured his heart out, told him something that had scared Craig more than just a little.
Scared him because he knew now why he'd wanted to get Orli to be friends, why he'd walked over to him today in the first place. The reason why Orli's words scared him so much.
Because he suddenly realised he was starting to feel the same way.
//Oh Fuck!//
tbc....