Fic: City of London, Part 7.
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seethingheathenTitle: City of London
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limeysugar.
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-13 for language and innuendo.
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction.
Author's Notes I: SQUICK ALERT! In the UK, the age of consent is 16. This story takes place in the last year of school for the boys (who in the series are the same age.), which makes them 17, almost 18. I am well aware that some people will not read anything wherein the characters are under the age of 18, hence the warning. There will be no descriptive sex, just angst, innuendo, and salty language. If this bothers you, don't read it. Simple as that.
Author's Notes II: Heavily inspired by the recent AU school fics bymarrymemerry and deleerium, and by the film Get Real. If you haven't seen it, do.
Read the first six parts.
**
“Not again,” was all Elijah could say when he saw the paper resting atop his textbook. It was neatly folded into thirds and propped up like a tent, like someone had carefully placed it there instead of just shoving it through the ventilation slots. The thought that someone had gotten his locker combination was slightly unnerving, and quite inconvenient, as now Elijah’d have to carry all of his things around to every class just to avoid having them messed with. This was not the way he’d envisioned his year abroad as starting out.
He snatched the note out of his locker and jammed it into his carry-all with his books and notebooks. Maybe he’d read it at lunch, and maybe he’d bin it. Sometimes not knowing was best.
**
Curiosity won out, and Elijah took the crumpled paper out of his bag.
Sherm,
Meet me at lunch & I’ll tell you everything.
The courtyard at half-past eleven.
Orly
Elijah looked at his watch; it was nearly noon and lunch would be over in less than ten minutes. He could only hope that Orlando was still outside waiting for him, though he doubted it.
And he was right. Elijah threw his arms to his sides and walked back inside the school. He felt stuck in a bad romance film, and there was no end in sight.
**
A wave of relief washed over Elijah as he walked into the classroom and saw Orlando sitting at their lab table. “Hey.”
“I waited, you know. But you never came,” Orlando whispered so the few other boys who had arrived early wouldn’t hear.
“I didn’t read it until a few minutes ago. I thought it was another one like before.”
“I never thought of that. I just figured you really didn’t care after all.”
“I don’t think this is the best place to talk about this.”
“Come to mine after school, then.” Orlando leant and whispered in Elijah’s ear, “Please?” Elijah could feel Orlando’s curls against his cheek, and only thing he could do was to nod and be thankful he’d sat down.
“What’s this then,” came a loud voice from the front of the room, “Wood and Bloom getting a bit of a snog in before class starts?”
“Ah, Spencer, jealousy is most unbecoming,” Orlando answered, much to Elijah’s complete shock. “Great invention, the toothbrush. You ought to try it out sometime, and maybe your luck’ll change.”
“Holy shit,” Elijah muttered, and closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t at all certain that in a fight he’d have a chance against the Spencer boy. “Orly, shut up.”
“Oh yes, Orly, do shut up.” Spencer clasped his hands together at his chest and batted his eyelashes. “Or you won’t be getting any tonight.” Orlando looked as though he was thinking of something to say when Mr Whittaker walked in to begin the class.
“Mr Spencer, if you’re quite finished, perhaps you’d like to take a seat?”
Elijah couldn’t tell if the class were laughing at him or at Spencer.
**
“You’ve got to make them realise they can’t get to you.” Orlando took a long drink from his bottled water and passed it to Elijah. “If they think they can hurt you with words, then they will. You can’t be afraid of words, Sherm.”
“But you are.”
“No,” Orlando said firmly, “I’m not. There’s a difference between being annoyed by questions and being afraid of accusations.”
“Fine. Point taken. But when accusations are accompanied by a fist to the face, I have a tendency to be a little scared.” Elijah was having a hard time keeping up with Orlando’s long strides, so he just stopped and waited for Orly to do the same. “I’m short, I’m skinny, and I’m not the toughest looking kid around. I’ve gotten my ass kicked enough times to know when to be afraid.”
“You think I haven’t? Have you ever had a grown man try to kill you for catching you with his son?” Elijah was silent. “I didn’t think so. You’ve got to choose your battles, Elijah, and blokes like Nicky Spencer and Dominic Monaghan aren’t worth the bother. Now, are you coming along, or do I have to carry you?”
“I’m coming, but don’t go so fast,” Elijah answered, and Orlando had to stifle his laughter. “Don’t be a pervert, Jesus Christ.”
“Blasphemer.”
“Pervert.”
“Race you to the Tube!”
**
“You only beat me because of those freakish long legs.” Elijah sat down on Orlando’s bed and kicked his shoes off onto the floor.
“No, I beat you because I ran faster.”
“Because of your freakishly long legs. What are you doing?”
“I appear to be kneeling on the floor between your feet. What did it look like?” Orlando knelt and rested his elbows on Elijah’s knees. “I could do it again in slow motion if you’d like.”
“Uh, no, that’s all right.” Elijah bit his lip and stared at Orlando. “Don’t think I could take it if you did that again.”
“In that case.” Orlando stood, but instead of kneeling back down on the floor, he braced his hands on either side of Elijah and leant in. “I really do quite fancy you,” he said before pressing his lips to Elijah’s.
Elijah let Orlando push him down onto the bed, and he let him untie his tie, and he even let him unbutton the first three buttons of his shirt before finally breaking the kiss. “You’ve got that one handed thing dow-”
“Drama. Costume changes. Can’t kiss you if you’re talking.”
“Right, sorry.”
“Then shut it, for fuck’s sake.”
“Pushy, pushy.”
“Elijah!”
“Orlando!”
“Ow! Is that-”
“Yep.”
“Nice.”
“So, yeah. I like you.” Orlando finished unbuttoning Elijah’s shirt and was working on the zip to his trousers. “Now, are you going to lie there and be quiet and let me have my wicked way with you, or are you going to waffle on like a girl?” Elijah didn’t say a word. “Good. Now lift your skinny arse so I can get these bloody trousers down.”
**
Orlando and Elijah lay atop Orlando’s bed, wearing nothing but a fine sheen of sweat. “I don’t want to go home.”
“Then don’t. Call your Mrs Wilson-”
“Watson.”
“-Watson, and tell her you want to stay the night.” Orlando rolled to his side and looked at Elijah. “I’m sure she won’t mind.”
“What about your mom?”
“My mum’s just over the moon that I’ve got someone over. But,” he said, running his hand through Elijah’s hair, “we’ve got to get dressed for dinner before she sends Sam up to get us.”
**
“Everything all right, Orlando?” Mrs Bloom was stirring something in a pot on the stove.
“Yeah, Sherm’s got to call for permission to stay over is all.”
“That’s nice for you! Just be careful this time, love.” She took four bowls from the cabinet above the sink and set them on the table. “And don’t tell me not to worry. I’m a mum, it’s my job.”
“Hey, Orly, she said it’s okay. Oh, hi Mrs Bloom.”
“Elijah, what would you like to drink with your dinner?”
“Oh, um, milk. Do you need help with anything?”
“That’s what I’ve got Orlando for, now you just sit yourself down at the table.” Elijah didn’t feel right leaving all the work to Orlando’s mother, but she pushed him along toward the table.
**
After dinner, Orlando excused himself and Elijah from the table. “Just keep it down in there, and remember there are other people in the house.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Orlando and Elijah both blushed crimson.
“And be safe.”
“Mum!”
**
“What the hell was that? You mean she knows?”
“She’s my mum. She raised me by herself. She knows more about me than anyone.” Orlando stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed while Elijah stood staring at him. “Are you going to get your kit off and come to bed?”
“But she knows what we’re doing in here!”
“God, Elijah, can’t you get past that? Come on now, lie here and be all romantical with me. You know you want to.”
“Fucking weirdo. I’m never going to understand you, you know that?”
“Maybe you’re trying too hard.” Elijah crawled into bed and Orlando pulled him in close. “Or I’m not trying hard enough.”
Go to Part Eight.
Author:
limeysugar.Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-13 for language and innuendo.
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction.
Author's Notes I: SQUICK ALERT! In the UK, the age of consent is 16. This story takes place in the last year of school for the boys (who in the series are the same age.), which makes them 17, almost 18. I am well aware that some people will not read anything wherein the characters are under the age of 18, hence the warning. There will be no descriptive sex, just angst, innuendo, and salty language. If this bothers you, don't read it. Simple as that.
Author's Notes II: Heavily inspired by the recent AU school fics by
marrymemerry and deleerium, and by the film Get Real. If you haven't seen it, do.Read the first six parts.
**
“Not again,” was all Elijah could say when he saw the paper resting atop his textbook. It was neatly folded into thirds and propped up like a tent, like someone had carefully placed it there instead of just shoving it through the ventilation slots. The thought that someone had gotten his locker combination was slightly unnerving, and quite inconvenient, as now Elijah’d have to carry all of his things around to every class just to avoid having them messed with. This was not the way he’d envisioned his year abroad as starting out.
He snatched the note out of his locker and jammed it into his carry-all with his books and notebooks. Maybe he’d read it at lunch, and maybe he’d bin it. Sometimes not knowing was best.
**
Curiosity won out, and Elijah took the crumpled paper out of his bag.
Sherm,
Meet me at lunch & I’ll tell you everything.
The courtyard at half-past eleven.
Orly
Elijah looked at his watch; it was nearly noon and lunch would be over in less than ten minutes. He could only hope that Orlando was still outside waiting for him, though he doubted it.
And he was right. Elijah threw his arms to his sides and walked back inside the school. He felt stuck in a bad romance film, and there was no end in sight.
**
A wave of relief washed over Elijah as he walked into the classroom and saw Orlando sitting at their lab table. “Hey.”
“I waited, you know. But you never came,” Orlando whispered so the few other boys who had arrived early wouldn’t hear.
“I didn’t read it until a few minutes ago. I thought it was another one like before.”
“I never thought of that. I just figured you really didn’t care after all.”
“I don’t think this is the best place to talk about this.”
“Come to mine after school, then.” Orlando leant and whispered in Elijah’s ear, “Please?” Elijah could feel Orlando’s curls against his cheek, and only thing he could do was to nod and be thankful he’d sat down.
“What’s this then,” came a loud voice from the front of the room, “Wood and Bloom getting a bit of a snog in before class starts?”
“Ah, Spencer, jealousy is most unbecoming,” Orlando answered, much to Elijah’s complete shock. “Great invention, the toothbrush. You ought to try it out sometime, and maybe your luck’ll change.”
“Holy shit,” Elijah muttered, and closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t at all certain that in a fight he’d have a chance against the Spencer boy. “Orly, shut up.”
“Oh yes, Orly, do shut up.” Spencer clasped his hands together at his chest and batted his eyelashes. “Or you won’t be getting any tonight.” Orlando looked as though he was thinking of something to say when Mr Whittaker walked in to begin the class.
“Mr Spencer, if you’re quite finished, perhaps you’d like to take a seat?”
Elijah couldn’t tell if the class were laughing at him or at Spencer.
**
“You’ve got to make them realise they can’t get to you.” Orlando took a long drink from his bottled water and passed it to Elijah. “If they think they can hurt you with words, then they will. You can’t be afraid of words, Sherm.”
“But you are.”
“No,” Orlando said firmly, “I’m not. There’s a difference between being annoyed by questions and being afraid of accusations.”
“Fine. Point taken. But when accusations are accompanied by a fist to the face, I have a tendency to be a little scared.” Elijah was having a hard time keeping up with Orlando’s long strides, so he just stopped and waited for Orly to do the same. “I’m short, I’m skinny, and I’m not the toughest looking kid around. I’ve gotten my ass kicked enough times to know when to be afraid.”
“You think I haven’t? Have you ever had a grown man try to kill you for catching you with his son?” Elijah was silent. “I didn’t think so. You’ve got to choose your battles, Elijah, and blokes like Nicky Spencer and Dominic Monaghan aren’t worth the bother. Now, are you coming along, or do I have to carry you?”
“I’m coming, but don’t go so fast,” Elijah answered, and Orlando had to stifle his laughter. “Don’t be a pervert, Jesus Christ.”
“Blasphemer.”
“Pervert.”
“Race you to the Tube!”
**
“You only beat me because of those freakish long legs.” Elijah sat down on Orlando’s bed and kicked his shoes off onto the floor.
“No, I beat you because I ran faster.”
“Because of your freakishly long legs. What are you doing?”
“I appear to be kneeling on the floor between your feet. What did it look like?” Orlando knelt and rested his elbows on Elijah’s knees. “I could do it again in slow motion if you’d like.”
“Uh, no, that’s all right.” Elijah bit his lip and stared at Orlando. “Don’t think I could take it if you did that again.”
“In that case.” Orlando stood, but instead of kneeling back down on the floor, he braced his hands on either side of Elijah and leant in. “I really do quite fancy you,” he said before pressing his lips to Elijah’s.
Elijah let Orlando push him down onto the bed, and he let him untie his tie, and he even let him unbutton the first three buttons of his shirt before finally breaking the kiss. “You’ve got that one handed thing dow-”
“Drama. Costume changes. Can’t kiss you if you’re talking.”
“Right, sorry.”
“Then shut it, for fuck’s sake.”
“Pushy, pushy.”
“Elijah!”
“Orlando!”
“Ow! Is that-”
“Yep.”
“Nice.”
“So, yeah. I like you.” Orlando finished unbuttoning Elijah’s shirt and was working on the zip to his trousers. “Now, are you going to lie there and be quiet and let me have my wicked way with you, or are you going to waffle on like a girl?” Elijah didn’t say a word. “Good. Now lift your skinny arse so I can get these bloody trousers down.”
**
Orlando and Elijah lay atop Orlando’s bed, wearing nothing but a fine sheen of sweat. “I don’t want to go home.”
“Then don’t. Call your Mrs Wilson-”
“Watson.”
“-Watson, and tell her you want to stay the night.” Orlando rolled to his side and looked at Elijah. “I’m sure she won’t mind.”
“What about your mom?”
“My mum’s just over the moon that I’ve got someone over. But,” he said, running his hand through Elijah’s hair, “we’ve got to get dressed for dinner before she sends Sam up to get us.”
**
“Everything all right, Orlando?” Mrs Bloom was stirring something in a pot on the stove.
“Yeah, Sherm’s got to call for permission to stay over is all.”
“That’s nice for you! Just be careful this time, love.” She took four bowls from the cabinet above the sink and set them on the table. “And don’t tell me not to worry. I’m a mum, it’s my job.”
“Hey, Orly, she said it’s okay. Oh, hi Mrs Bloom.”
“Elijah, what would you like to drink with your dinner?”
“Oh, um, milk. Do you need help with anything?”
“That’s what I’ve got Orlando for, now you just sit yourself down at the table.” Elijah didn’t feel right leaving all the work to Orlando’s mother, but she pushed him along toward the table.
**
After dinner, Orlando excused himself and Elijah from the table. “Just keep it down in there, and remember there are other people in the house.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Orlando and Elijah both blushed crimson.
“And be safe.”
“Mum!”
**
“What the hell was that? You mean she knows?”
“She’s my mum. She raised me by herself. She knows more about me than anyone.” Orlando stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed while Elijah stood staring at him. “Are you going to get your kit off and come to bed?”
“But she knows what we’re doing in here!”
“God, Elijah, can’t you get past that? Come on now, lie here and be all romantical with me. You know you want to.”
“Fucking weirdo. I’m never going to understand you, you know that?”
“Maybe you’re trying too hard.” Elijah crawled into bed and Orlando pulled him in close. “Or I’m not trying hard enough.”
Go to Part Eight.
