fellowshippers | Bitch Buddy 2/?, NC-17, Craig/Orli, Craig/random Elf, Craig/PJ (yup, stunned us too!)

Title: Bitch Buddy 2/?
Author: Nixxie + Gypsy
Pairings: Craig/Orli, Craig/random Elf, Craig/PJ (yup, stunned us too!)
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + 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.

Orlando hadn't responded when Craig had stammered the question about what he
was saying. He had felt like crawling beneath some kind of rock as
Craig kept saying nothing but 'Fuck'. Was it a so very terrible though to
the man that he...well whatever he did? Before he could say anything else
though, Craig turned and left. Wasn't that what Orlando had wanted? For
the man to stay away, to keep his distance? Perhaps, but not like this, not
after admitting what he had. How could he face Craig again? He supposed he would have to go to PJ now and request another partner for whatever inane reasoning. Hell, he might not have to do it, Craig may do it for him. Wouldn't want to be around some moon struck kid that didn't know how to let go.

Feeling the prickling of tears behind his eyes, Orlando jammed his hands in
his pockets--he wasn't going to cry, wasn't going to give Craig the
satisfaction, nor anyone else in this room a reason to wonder. He didn't
quite know if PJ was done with them, but he didn't wait around to find out.
Instead he slipped from the room, the opposite way Craig had gone--not able
to go through the crowd--and into the loo. There was a couch in the
antechamber, between the actual bathrooms and the hallway, and Orli sank down
on it. It wasn't exactly the most private place, but it wasn't a room full
of people either. He'd fucked this one up good, should have just kept his
mouth shut and smiled pretty and pretended like it was all okay. Why hadn't he been able to make the smile convincing for Craig? Orli could always make it
convincing. Maybe because he had hoped if Craig saw how he felt, it might
make a difference? Well it had, in the worst possible way.

_+_+_+_+_+

Craig melted in with the crowd, head in a spin, doing only what Craig did best. What he could do with his brain shut off, what he could do with his eyes closed, with both hands tied behind his back.

He went on the pull.

And it wasn't exactly difficult here, so many people, so little Craig to go around. He eyed up humans, Orcs and Elves alike. //Yes, an Elf tonight, something to take my mind off...//

He tried not to focus his mind on that. He had no idea where Orli had gone, he might have even been still standing there for all Craig knew. He just knew that he had to do something, to have someone to take his mind off the thoughts that were still pricking at the back of his head. He wanted to take and not be bothered about how rough he was, not worry about being tender and caring like he had been last week with...

//No! No thinking about him...just find a...Ahh. Yes. Perfect.//

He spotted what just had to be an Elf on the edge of the crowd, dark long flowing hair, perfect cheekbones, red lips, dark lashes demurely falling onto pearly white cheeks. //Oh yes, just crying out for me to degrade him, to fuck him senseless till he's numb. Just what I need!// He walked up casually, an almost regal smirk on his face. He knew this one would not refuse his advances. And he didn't. He wanted, oh but he wanted Craig.

Craig told him what was expected of him, just a quick, totally senseless fuck in the toilets, shameful and dirty, and still the Elf wanted him.

He took the Elf's drink and put it down, took one long fingered hand in his and roughly tugged him towards the men's room, glancing back every now and then, keeping the contact going between them. He stopped when they came to an antechamber after the hallway, which he scanned quickly to check it was empty, briefly seeing a couple of couches, but no-one walking about. He pushed the Elf roughly against the wall, holding his arms firmly above his head, plundering his mouth fiercely, hips rocking forwards, grinding hard. Wanting a harmless distraction from his frozen mind.

_+_+_+_+_+

Orlando had started slightly when the door opened, trying to put on a happy
face in case it was one of his mates, not wanting to have to explain. What
he saw though wiped that attempt right off--it was Craig, and someone
else--Orlando didn't know his name, but knew it was someone from filming.
He watched as the man he had just confessed feelings to, pushed this other man
against the wall in an obscene display. Maybe Craig hadn't seen him. What
hurt more was Orlando was worried that he had and just hadn't cared. He
tried to only watch for a moment, but his eyes stayed wide--kind of like a train wreck, you just can't look away.

Finally he lurched up off the couch, hoping to be able to make a quick
retreat without being noticed--except he got up so clumsily that he knocked
the couch, which made it hit the wall with a loud noise. He stood frozen
for a moment, eyes on the pair.

_+_+_+_+_+

//Shit!//

Craig turned at the noise, looking more like a startled deer caught in the headlights than anything else. //Oh fuck! What did I just?...Oh Fuck!//

Orlando looked hurt, and almost as if he'd been crying, and he was here, with Craig, with an Elf pinned to the wall. Pinned and about to be fucked.

And Craig couldn't look away. And couldn't speak, and couldn't move, still pressing hard against this random body in front of him.

All he could do was stare. And wait.

_+_+_+_+_+

Orlando stared at him, but finally had to look away from those eyes, from
the scene before him. He shook his head, laughing softly--though there was
no humour in the sound what so ever.

"You really are a bastard, aren't you?" he asked in a quiet voice. Not
waiting for an answer, Orlando left the antechamber, barely containing the
urge to run. He couldn't go back out amongst the rest of the cast, and he
couldn't stay here. So, he was just going to leave--he'd deal with the
consequences of it later. The threat of tears loomed closer now, but he
refused to cry--at least not until he knew he was in private and couldn't be
interrupted. He asked himself
why he was surprised...why this surprised him at all after what Craig had
said. Craig had told him how he felt. Maybe Orli had just hoped he'd have
enough decency not to go prowling for a piece of arse right on the tails of
his admission.

Moving quickly down the hall, Orlando's goal was to just get out, get away
from anyone who could ask, anyone who knew him.

_+_+_+_+_+

Craig turned back to look up at the Elf as Orli left, still needing this. Needing anything as a distraction from his thoughts right now. "Just some random fuck," he muttered, unsure if he was talking about Orli, or the Elf, or indeed whether he was lying out loud, and to himself.

//Too much thinking. Need less thinking, more action!//

He grabbed the Elf forcibly, pushing him backwards into the bathrooms and into a cubicle. Locking it he pushed the Elf so his hands were on the wall behind the cistern, roughly pushing his legs apart, briefly pulling down his trousers, undoing his own and quickly coating his cock with saliva. That was all the preparation this young nubile thing was going to get, all he deserved. //Poncy fucking Elves. How I love to degrade them.// He thought almost idly to himself as he pushed in hard and nasty, and pleasured himself on the hole on offer to him, taking everything he needed and more.

And when he was done he even let the poor thing come too, let him spurt over Craig's hand and into the toilet bowl. He wiped his hand on the Elf's shirt as he did himself back up again, patted his arse and walked out of the cubicle and out of his life.

//Just how it should be, clean, precise cut, no feelings, no emotions//

//So why the hell was I thinking about Orli as I came?//

//Fuck!//

_+_+_+_+_+

Orlando moved almost blindly from the building, his destination his
trailer--he wanted to hide, he needed to get somewhere private before he
totally lost it and whoever came across him thought he was a complete loony.
There might be hell to pay for how he walked out of the meeting, but it had
mostly disintegrated into pairs anyway.

Pairs.

HA!

He would be getting that changed, fuck if he cared what Peter thought of it.
He wouldn't be forced to work closely with Craig in anyway that didn't have
cameras rolling.

Orlando reached his trailer without running into anyone, with out anyone following him...

~Did you really expect him to come after you? To stop what he was doing and
come say he was sorry to you? Get a grip, you didn't even register--he
couldn't wait to find someone to fuck.~

Feeling sick as he moved inside the trailer that he was living in during the
shoot, Orlando slammed the door and sank down to the floor, pulling his knees
to his chest--tears finally starting, though he hated himself for it, for
crying. For shedding even one tear over Craig.

~I bet the only reason he was even being nice to you is because he wanted it
to be you he shoved up against the wall in some nameless bathroom. It's all
you are to him~

They were quiet tears--no wracking sobs, or anything overly dramatic like you
see in movies. No, just silent tears, face buried in his knees.

_+_+_+_+_+_+

Craig wandered around the room for a bit, mood bright and cheerful to hide the gnawing feeling that he couldn't quite work out in his stomach. He passed from group to group, not going near the hobbits for fear of them asking where Orlando had got to. He couldn't see the man anywhere, //probably off sulking somewhere I expect.// But the gnawing sensation returned at that thought and Craig thought this meeting would be better off without him if he was in this kind of mood. Most unusual for Craig too, he was usually the life and soul of most parties, they were the perfect spot for him to do some picking and choosing. But today he just couldn't put his heart into it.

//Can't be that Elf, one quick fuck's sure as hell's not my limit!//

And just as he was about to go he heard a call that made him turn around, "Hey! Parker! You're not leaving us early are you? Regular Cinderella."

"Sorry PJ, just not in the mood for crowds today I guess." Craig smiled at his director, happy grin plastered on his face that didn't even halfway meet his eyes.

"Not a problem Parker me love, I'm sure one on ones are more you're thing eh?" PJ almost drawled with a cheeky grin.

//Oh Fuck me not PJ too! Christ does every man on this set want me or what?//

//Though saying that who the hell am I to argue! He is my director after all.//

"Now, I believe earlier I said something about detaining you, you were terribly rude to ignore what I was saying you know!" PJ carried on, leaning a little closer, one finger reaching out to find jawline as Craig's grin changed almost smoothly into his standard 'please pull me' face.

"Oh...you did, didn't you PJ? And I am..." Eyes dropped, demure persona snapping into place instantly, "...most terribly sorry for ignoring you." Two of Craig's fingers walked down the man's shirt front delicately.

"I'm sure you'll never do it again." The finger on Craig's jaw pulled upwards, making his head snap up and their eyes met. "Will you Parker?"

"I'm sure you can persuade me not to do it again." Eyes dark under long black lashes, pose as submissive as Craig could make it.

And that was all PJ wanted before practically dragging Craig off towards his office. //Looks like my early night is off then!//

tbc...