City of London, Part 11.
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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 ten parts.
**
“You look awful!” Orlando wrinkled his nose at Elijah.
“Thanks, man. I didn’t sleep last night.”
“Looks it.”
“Yeah, I know. And I almost fell asleep in my first class. Fucking shower after phys ed kind of woke me up, though.”
Orlando had just asked Elijah what he’d fancied for doing for lunch when Dominic and three other boys surrounded him and Elijah, effectively trapping them against the lockers. Elijah recognised one of the boys as Nick Spencer, but he didn’t know the others. Dominic turned to Nick and asked casually, “Got a fag, mate?”
“Nah, mate, but Wood’s got one in his locker.”
“Get fucked, Spencer,” Orlando spat, his eyes narrowed into slits.
“Funny, I thought it was you who liked getting fucked.” As Nick spoke, Elijah thought he saw something like anger flash over Dominic’s face, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. “Isn’t that right, Dommie?”
“The fuck you just call me? I fucking well told you never to call me that!” Dom turned his attention from Orly and Elijah to Nick, the anger resurfacing, this time accompanied by something else; Elijah had the sinking feeling that Dominic had only allowed one person to call him by that particular nickname.
“Sorry, I-”
“Never fucking mind.” Dominic gave Elijah a sharp shove into the lockers before turning and walking away, taking his minions with him.
“I’m sorry for that, Elijah,” Orlando nearly whispered. “I’m so very sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” Elijah stood against the lockers, still in a bit of a shock. He wanted to ask Orlando what he was sorrier for: the taunting he’d been receiving since classes began, or that he and Dominic were still so obviously in love with one another.
**
Elijah sat on his bed, staring at the wall. As hard as he tried, he could not forget the way Dominic had looked at Orlando. And the way Orlando had looked at Dominic. Maybe that was the one that hurt the worst, seeing the pain mixed with longing in Orlando’s eyes. Elijah knew he could never replace Dom in Orlando’s heart, as much as he thought he might want to; Dom was Orlando’s first love, and there was no getting past that. Not for Dominic, and certainly not for Orlando.
Dom had warned Elijah to stay away from Orlando.
Orlando still carried photographs of himself and Dominic in his wallet.
Everything was now so clear; why hadn’t Elijah reached this conclusion last week?
**
“Been hiding from me, have you?” Orlando sidled up next to Elijah, who was looking out over the river. “I’ve barely seen you for three days.” When Elijah didn’t answer, Orlando continued. “Don’t be afraid of them, Sherm. Treating me like the bloody plague won’t change anything.” He leant his head against Elijah’s. “You could turn up to school with Britney fucking Spears, and they still wouldn’t let up. Trust me.”
“It’s not that.”
“Bullocks it’s not.”
“Orly-”
“If it’s not, then kiss me. Right here, in broad daylight.” Orlando put his hand on Elijah’s shoulder, turning him so that they were facing each other. Elijah swore he saw the beginnings of tears in Orlando’s eyes. “Elijah, please?” Elijah fingered the silk of Orlando’s tie and used it to pull Orlando’s face closer to his. Against his better judgement, he let his lips touch Orlando’s knowing that if he didn’t distance himself now, he never could.
**
Friday morning before school, Elijah phoned Hannah. “The only thing I can tell you, bro,” she said, “is to watch yourself. You’re not there forever, you know. And those two were at it long before you came along.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Besides that, you’re there for school, not to meet boys.”
“Yes, Hannah, I know.” Elijah was growing annoyed. If he’d wanted a lecture, he’d have spoken with his mother.
“I’m just saying-”
“I’m going to be late.”
**
Elijah half expected another present in his locker, so he was surprised when nothing came tumbling out at him. He stood there for a moment, staring at the stack of books before pulling the ones he needed out and putting them in his carry-all. Today was going to be the day that he ended whatever he’d begun with Orlando. Time to focus on his schoolwork and just get through the year. “You’ve said that before,” Elijah mumbled to himself before slamming the locker shut.
He was beginning to feel slightly used, as if he was just a diversion for Orlando, a way to get his mind off of Dominic. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it could be true, and the more justified he felt in breaking up with Orlando. Breaking up? Were they even dating?
**
“No, really, I understand,” Orlando had said before the line went dead. Elijah sat at Mrs Watson’s table, his hands trembling and his throat sore from trying not to cry. He could have and should have told Orly in person rather than over the phone. He could have told him straight after school instead of letting Orlando treat him to a film in Leicester Square. And he certainly could have told him before they snogged through the entire film and the end credits. Certainly before Orlando’d ridden all the way to King’s Cross with him before going home by himself.
“Shit.” Elijah dialled Orlando’s number without looking at the number pad. When Orlando’s mum answered and told Elijah that Orlando’d gone out, he hung up and went straight to his room. He was dreading the next day at school, and for the first time in a week, it wasn’t for fear he’d wind up bloody and battered in the toilets. Maybe he’d beg Dom to punch him in the gut; it’d feel a hundred times better than what he was feeling now, and he’d deserve it.
Go to Part Twelve.
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 ten parts.
**
“You look awful!” Orlando wrinkled his nose at Elijah.
“Thanks, man. I didn’t sleep last night.”
“Looks it.”
“Yeah, I know. And I almost fell asleep in my first class. Fucking shower after phys ed kind of woke me up, though.”
Orlando had just asked Elijah what he’d fancied for doing for lunch when Dominic and three other boys surrounded him and Elijah, effectively trapping them against the lockers. Elijah recognised one of the boys as Nick Spencer, but he didn’t know the others. Dominic turned to Nick and asked casually, “Got a fag, mate?”
“Nah, mate, but Wood’s got one in his locker.”
“Get fucked, Spencer,” Orlando spat, his eyes narrowed into slits.
“Funny, I thought it was you who liked getting fucked.” As Nick spoke, Elijah thought he saw something like anger flash over Dominic’s face, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. “Isn’t that right, Dommie?”
“The fuck you just call me? I fucking well told you never to call me that!” Dom turned his attention from Orly and Elijah to Nick, the anger resurfacing, this time accompanied by something else; Elijah had the sinking feeling that Dominic had only allowed one person to call him by that particular nickname.
“Sorry, I-”
“Never fucking mind.” Dominic gave Elijah a sharp shove into the lockers before turning and walking away, taking his minions with him.
“I’m sorry for that, Elijah,” Orlando nearly whispered. “I’m so very sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” Elijah stood against the lockers, still in a bit of a shock. He wanted to ask Orlando what he was sorrier for: the taunting he’d been receiving since classes began, or that he and Dominic were still so obviously in love with one another.
**
Elijah sat on his bed, staring at the wall. As hard as he tried, he could not forget the way Dominic had looked at Orlando. And the way Orlando had looked at Dominic. Maybe that was the one that hurt the worst, seeing the pain mixed with longing in Orlando’s eyes. Elijah knew he could never replace Dom in Orlando’s heart, as much as he thought he might want to; Dom was Orlando’s first love, and there was no getting past that. Not for Dominic, and certainly not for Orlando.
Dom had warned Elijah to stay away from Orlando.
Orlando still carried photographs of himself and Dominic in his wallet.
Everything was now so clear; why hadn’t Elijah reached this conclusion last week?
**
“Been hiding from me, have you?” Orlando sidled up next to Elijah, who was looking out over the river. “I’ve barely seen you for three days.” When Elijah didn’t answer, Orlando continued. “Don’t be afraid of them, Sherm. Treating me like the bloody plague won’t change anything.” He leant his head against Elijah’s. “You could turn up to school with Britney fucking Spears, and they still wouldn’t let up. Trust me.”
“It’s not that.”
“Bullocks it’s not.”
“Orly-”
“If it’s not, then kiss me. Right here, in broad daylight.” Orlando put his hand on Elijah’s shoulder, turning him so that they were facing each other. Elijah swore he saw the beginnings of tears in Orlando’s eyes. “Elijah, please?” Elijah fingered the silk of Orlando’s tie and used it to pull Orlando’s face closer to his. Against his better judgement, he let his lips touch Orlando’s knowing that if he didn’t distance himself now, he never could.
**
Friday morning before school, Elijah phoned Hannah. “The only thing I can tell you, bro,” she said, “is to watch yourself. You’re not there forever, you know. And those two were at it long before you came along.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Besides that, you’re there for school, not to meet boys.”
“Yes, Hannah, I know.” Elijah was growing annoyed. If he’d wanted a lecture, he’d have spoken with his mother.
“I’m just saying-”
“I’m going to be late.”
**
Elijah half expected another present in his locker, so he was surprised when nothing came tumbling out at him. He stood there for a moment, staring at the stack of books before pulling the ones he needed out and putting them in his carry-all. Today was going to be the day that he ended whatever he’d begun with Orlando. Time to focus on his schoolwork and just get through the year. “You’ve said that before,” Elijah mumbled to himself before slamming the locker shut.
He was beginning to feel slightly used, as if he was just a diversion for Orlando, a way to get his mind off of Dominic. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it could be true, and the more justified he felt in breaking up with Orlando. Breaking up? Were they even dating?
**
“No, really, I understand,” Orlando had said before the line went dead. Elijah sat at Mrs Watson’s table, his hands trembling and his throat sore from trying not to cry. He could have and should have told Orly in person rather than over the phone. He could have told him straight after school instead of letting Orlando treat him to a film in Leicester Square. And he certainly could have told him before they snogged through the entire film and the end credits. Certainly before Orlando’d ridden all the way to King’s Cross with him before going home by himself.
“Shit.” Elijah dialled Orlando’s number without looking at the number pad. When Orlando’s mum answered and told Elijah that Orlando’d gone out, he hung up and went straight to his room. He was dreading the next day at school, and for the first time in a week, it wasn’t for fear he’d wind up bloody and battered in the toilets. Maybe he’d beg Dom to punch him in the gut; it’d feel a hundred times better than what he was feeling now, and he’d deserve it.
Go to Part Twelve.
