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whitewizzy.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-05-26 04:13 pm
Ficlet
Title: The first time.
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whitewizzy
Rating: PG-13ish..
Pairing: Bean/Orli.
Summary: Orlando asks some questions.
Beta: wonderfully done bymrsbean. Thank you!
Feedback: Please!
Note: This story is based on what Diane Krüger said in an interview, about her and Orlando's nude sceenes in Troy :)
Disclaimer: Fiction!
"You want me to what?"
I can see how uncomfortable this makes you. It can’t have been easy to ask, or even admit to needing it. Still, I’m not able to help you with this one. Of all the people you could have asked for this particular favour, I’m the worst choice imaginable. But you wouldn’t know that.
"You heard me."
Subtle shades of pink colours your delicate cheekbones. You lower your eyes a bit before looking straight at me again, pleadingly. I can see doubt coming over you, as I continue to keep silent. Your blush grows darker, and you start fiddling with one of those rings of yours. Better not make this worse for you than it already is.
"I’m not the right guy to ask, you know. I’m totally wrong. Why don’t you talk to Diane or something, you’ll figure it out together."
You look astonished, as if you can’t believe what you are hearing.
"She’s a girl!"
I draw a deep breath. You make a valid point. It’s not the kind of thing you want to talk to a girl about, unless you have to, unless things got out of hand. Then you’d have to, obviously. Still, this is too much for you to ask of me. I don’t want to let a mate down. That’s why it’s too much.
"They must have taught you something about this at Guildhall?"
Your shrug is adorable.
"We learned how to kiss. We were even taught some stage rape for ‘Postman’. As for the rest, they told us to watch the best in the business, and learn. And let’s face it, Bean, when it comes to on-screen sex, nobody’s better than you."
'Nobody’s better than you.’ How I would love to have you say that for real. I have dreamt of it almost since the day I laid eyes on you. But we are mates. Of course, mates are not supposed to lust after each other, I know. Mates are certainly not supposed to jerk off, thinking about sinking themselves into the heat of each other’s bodies. With you I think of that all the time, and have for years. There were even times when I thought maybe I saw something in you, something familiar, like a reflection of my own feelings. But when I looked again, there was just my mate.
"Come off it, Bloom. Watch my fucking films if you want to admire my naked arse."
You look almost hurt; I can see that you are getting a little discouraged. It breaks my heart, but it is better this way. I’d like for us to remain friends. I’ve put too much effort into this; I don’t want to ruin it all now. So maybe I’m a coward. Yes, it is pathetic. But at least this way I get to see you now and then.
"I have, you are magnificent!..."
You have seen me naked on film and thought it was magnificent! My breath hitches and I must remind myself that we are talking characters here. It is not me you saw, it is not me we are talking about. It’s the craft. I better concentrate on breathing evenly, not to give anything away. But I cannot rid myself of the image of you watching me fuck somebody. I can hear my heart beat. Then I realise that you are still talking. What is that you’re saying?
"... so what if I get a hard on, Sean? Where should I put my dick? This is my first time; I want you to teach me.."
Oh fuck! Those words coming out of your mouth! It feels like all my blood is going to my crotch, and I can no longer control my breath. I clench my teeth together to stop myself from making any sounds and close my eyes. Shit! There is no way you can have avoided noticing this. I’ll just have to pretend that you finally talked me into doing it. Will I get away with that? Probably not, but it is the only thing I can think of. I swallow hard and open my eyes, then I startle because suddenly you are standing right in front of me, very close.
“Orli, I..”
You put your fingers to my mouth, to silence me. They linger there as you speak, your voice astonished and almost a whisper.
"I guess he was right after all."
What are you talking about? Have I missed something? Things seem to be off track. I clear my throat to ask, but your fingers are distracting. I can’t get a word out. You seem to have heard the question anyway.
"Viggo. He says you love me. Is it true? Do you?"
It’s all over then. Curse Viggo for doing this! I guess I suspected that he knew, but I never thought for a second that he would give me away. Now it is out in the open. No point in denying it any more, really, but I have to at least make one last effort to somehow save what’s left of our friendship.
"Orli, I’m sorry, I…"
The fingers are there again. Your dark velvet eyes are dead serious as they hold my gaze.
"Just yes or no, Sean"
I can feel my eyes water, so I close them as I let my head fall back. I can barely muster enough voice to make it audible.
"Yes"
I’m waiting for the slamming of the door. In stead I feel the weight of your forehead on my chest. Your scent fills my nostrils as your arms slide around my waist. I can’t believe this is happening. I don’t believe this is happening, but my hands seem to have grasped the reality of it, and they are carefully stroking your back.
"God, Sean, why didn’t you tell me?"
I look at you in disbelief. This isn’t something you can tell a mate. It would have killed our friendship for sure. And still, it seems it hasn’t.
"How could I?"
I look at you. For the first time this evening, I look at you without having to put on an act. Your eyes are beaming and your smile shines brightly, it makes my knees weak. I have never seen you so beautiful. You are not fiddling any more; you look calm and happy. You look happy!
"You should have. I have been feeling miserable for years, thinking that I never stood a chance. Trying to act like only a mate, so I would not scare you away, fearing that my secret would disgust you, keeping it all inside. You should have told me."
I feel the weight of your head again, but this time you bury your entire face into my chest, drawing in air almost as if you are trying to inhale me. I feel my shirt getting wet, you must be crying. I let my chin rest on your head while I try to adapt to this new reality. You are here, in my arms! You did not leave. You want me too. The feeling that’s flooding through me makes my eyes water all over again.
For a long while we stand like that, you and I, holding each other, feeling each other. Then I lift up to look at you.
"So this ‘first time thing’ was just a pick up trick, then?"
Your giggle tickles my spine.
"No, I really do want to learn from you. But first I want you to kiss me."
X posted. Sorry.
Author:
whitewizzyRating: PG-13ish..
Pairing: Bean/Orli.
Summary: Orlando asks some questions.
Beta: wonderfully done by
mrsbean. Thank you!Feedback: Please!
Note: This story is based on what Diane Krüger said in an interview, about her and Orlando's nude sceenes in Troy :)
Disclaimer: Fiction!
"You want me to what?"
I can see how uncomfortable this makes you. It can’t have been easy to ask, or even admit to needing it. Still, I’m not able to help you with this one. Of all the people you could have asked for this particular favour, I’m the worst choice imaginable. But you wouldn’t know that.
"You heard me."
Subtle shades of pink colours your delicate cheekbones. You lower your eyes a bit before looking straight at me again, pleadingly. I can see doubt coming over you, as I continue to keep silent. Your blush grows darker, and you start fiddling with one of those rings of yours. Better not make this worse for you than it already is.
"I’m not the right guy to ask, you know. I’m totally wrong. Why don’t you talk to Diane or something, you’ll figure it out together."
You look astonished, as if you can’t believe what you are hearing.
"She’s a girl!"
I draw a deep breath. You make a valid point. It’s not the kind of thing you want to talk to a girl about, unless you have to, unless things got out of hand. Then you’d have to, obviously. Still, this is too much for you to ask of me. I don’t want to let a mate down. That’s why it’s too much.
"They must have taught you something about this at Guildhall?"
Your shrug is adorable.
"We learned how to kiss. We were even taught some stage rape for ‘Postman’. As for the rest, they told us to watch the best in the business, and learn. And let’s face it, Bean, when it comes to on-screen sex, nobody’s better than you."
'Nobody’s better than you.’ How I would love to have you say that for real. I have dreamt of it almost since the day I laid eyes on you. But we are mates. Of course, mates are not supposed to lust after each other, I know. Mates are certainly not supposed to jerk off, thinking about sinking themselves into the heat of each other’s bodies. With you I think of that all the time, and have for years. There were even times when I thought maybe I saw something in you, something familiar, like a reflection of my own feelings. But when I looked again, there was just my mate.
"Come off it, Bloom. Watch my fucking films if you want to admire my naked arse."
You look almost hurt; I can see that you are getting a little discouraged. It breaks my heart, but it is better this way. I’d like for us to remain friends. I’ve put too much effort into this; I don’t want to ruin it all now. So maybe I’m a coward. Yes, it is pathetic. But at least this way I get to see you now and then.
"I have, you are magnificent!..."
You have seen me naked on film and thought it was magnificent! My breath hitches and I must remind myself that we are talking characters here. It is not me you saw, it is not me we are talking about. It’s the craft. I better concentrate on breathing evenly, not to give anything away. But I cannot rid myself of the image of you watching me fuck somebody. I can hear my heart beat. Then I realise that you are still talking. What is that you’re saying?
"... so what if I get a hard on, Sean? Where should I put my dick? This is my first time; I want you to teach me.."
Oh fuck! Those words coming out of your mouth! It feels like all my blood is going to my crotch, and I can no longer control my breath. I clench my teeth together to stop myself from making any sounds and close my eyes. Shit! There is no way you can have avoided noticing this. I’ll just have to pretend that you finally talked me into doing it. Will I get away with that? Probably not, but it is the only thing I can think of. I swallow hard and open my eyes, then I startle because suddenly you are standing right in front of me, very close.
“Orli, I..”
You put your fingers to my mouth, to silence me. They linger there as you speak, your voice astonished and almost a whisper.
"I guess he was right after all."
What are you talking about? Have I missed something? Things seem to be off track. I clear my throat to ask, but your fingers are distracting. I can’t get a word out. You seem to have heard the question anyway.
"Viggo. He says you love me. Is it true? Do you?"
It’s all over then. Curse Viggo for doing this! I guess I suspected that he knew, but I never thought for a second that he would give me away. Now it is out in the open. No point in denying it any more, really, but I have to at least make one last effort to somehow save what’s left of our friendship.
"Orli, I’m sorry, I…"
The fingers are there again. Your dark velvet eyes are dead serious as they hold my gaze.
"Just yes or no, Sean"
I can feel my eyes water, so I close them as I let my head fall back. I can barely muster enough voice to make it audible.
"Yes"
I’m waiting for the slamming of the door. In stead I feel the weight of your forehead on my chest. Your scent fills my nostrils as your arms slide around my waist. I can’t believe this is happening. I don’t believe this is happening, but my hands seem to have grasped the reality of it, and they are carefully stroking your back.
"God, Sean, why didn’t you tell me?"
I look at you in disbelief. This isn’t something you can tell a mate. It would have killed our friendship for sure. And still, it seems it hasn’t.
"How could I?"
I look at you. For the first time this evening, I look at you without having to put on an act. Your eyes are beaming and your smile shines brightly, it makes my knees weak. I have never seen you so beautiful. You are not fiddling any more; you look calm and happy. You look happy!
"You should have. I have been feeling miserable for years, thinking that I never stood a chance. Trying to act like only a mate, so I would not scare you away, fearing that my secret would disgust you, keeping it all inside. You should have told me."
I feel the weight of your head again, but this time you bury your entire face into my chest, drawing in air almost as if you are trying to inhale me. I feel my shirt getting wet, you must be crying. I let my chin rest on your head while I try to adapt to this new reality. You are here, in my arms! You did not leave. You want me too. The feeling that’s flooding through me makes my eyes water all over again.
For a long while we stand like that, you and I, holding each other, feeling each other. Then I lift up to look at you.
"So this ‘first time thing’ was just a pick up trick, then?"
Your giggle tickles my spine.
"No, I really do want to learn from you. But first I want you to kiss me."
X posted. Sorry.
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This was great. So sweet and tender. Yay!
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Thanks for taking the time to comment!
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Tell Viggo he can hide over here. I think it's grand he outed Sean so that you could tell us about it in this lovely piece.
Thank you!
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I'm glad you liked it. Thank you for reading, and for your lovely feedback!
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Love it!
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but, i dig this story :D
and i was wondering if i could get a link to that interview? thanks <3
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You can find the interview here (http://www.darkhorizons.com/news04/troy3.php)
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Thanks for taking the time to read and comment! :)
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*sends cookies*
makes me go all awwwwwwww
good job
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awwww is good! I like it when people go awwww! :)