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Infatuated	By : Aja Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Author: Kerry ~Aja

Pairing: Orli/OMC

Rating: PG13

Summary: Orli and Matt go camping.

Notes: Matt is Veevs' creation, from Bundy & Coke which I LOVE. This is SO fluffy. I guess it's just what I needed to write. Heh. Anything in italics is present, out of italics is past. The order of it might seem a bit muddled, but that's intentional. ~grin~

Disclaimer: Not real. Utter fiction, never happened.

Infatuated

"I'm in-"

'Don't say in love..'

"-fatuated with you. Did you know that?"

"Infatuated? That's a bit.. old-fashioned, isn't it?"

Orli spreads his fingers apart, presses the tip of each to Matt's chest. He seems fascinated by something. Or infatuated, Matt decides. "Look," Orli says. "If you push just hard enough, you can stem the flow of blood to the skin. It just seems to turn white." The fingers press in harder. Matt bats ineffectually at Orli's wrist. "Take it away, it all flows back. Fingerprints." Orli's voice lowers to a whisper. "Touch."

"Why infatuated?"

Orli shrugs. "More than obsession, less than love."

"What about lust?" Matt asks, turning to reach for Orli's hip.

There it is. The sweet, seductive smile. Utterly familiar. "There's still room for lust. There's always room for lust."

=/=

Ten days. The words were like a drop of honey, sweet and tantalizing. Still not quite enough, but enough to make do.

"Matt?"

Oh, yeah. Orli, still on the other end of the line.

"I'm still here."

"You're not saying anything. Is it not okay?"

"It's bloody perfect, Orls. Next weekend, right? I'll be there."

"With bells on?"

Matt laughed at the grin he could hear in Orli's voice.

"Yeah, bells and bows. The works."

"Brilliant. Shit, I've got to go, my money's almost out."

"Where are you calling from?"

"Phone box on Carnaby Street. Don't ask! I'll see ya soon, yeah? Say hi to W-"

Just like that, he was gone.

Matt blinked sleep from his eyes again. It was a little past 1am, and he was suddenly thirsty. Orli's call had pulled him from the beginnings of what could have been a pretty good dream. Just as well it was Orli, then. Anyone else would have been told to fuck right off.

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"Five"

Matt finishes stretching the kinks out of his muscles, scratches his nose. "Five what?"

"Five days."

"Don't remind me."

Orli's chin dips. "Don't remind you?"

"Yeah, that there are only five left."

"Oh."

"What'd you think I meant, Orls?"

Matt doesn't expect a reply, so it's no surprise when Orli just descends on him, mouth open. 'Good Morning,' he thinks, smiling into Orli's kiss.

Orli pulls back, and there's more than a touch of teasing sarcasm when he says "Wow. You taste really good."

"Thought you'd have learnt by now."

"Maybe I like it."

"We both know you don't."

"So I'll leave you in peace to brush your teeth, yeah?" Laughing, Orli backs up and there's a rasping hiss as he drags the zipper up and around to open the tentflap. Matt just wriggles down into their sleeping bag again, seeking some warmth. "No going back to sleep in there," Orli says, and steps out of the tent.

As if. Why go back to sleep when there's the promise of an Orli-filled day ahead?

=/=

Matt opened the fridge door, felt the chill through the thin t-shirt he wore. Two beers, half a carton of milk, a jar of strawberry jam that had been in there since the last time Orli stayed over, and a packet of crisps. He gave the crisps a look of 'yeah, okay, whatever,' and closed the door again. A glass of water would do.

Ten days. It would be the longest stretch he'd ever spent with Orli. Well, there was the Kelly filming, but that didn't really count, because he wasn't *with* him the whole time. Not just the two of them. Which was what this ten days was going to be. Orli was flying all the way to Melbourne, just to see Matt's Stud and take him camping. Something which Matt couldn't help but be impressed by and, admittedly, feel a little giddy over. He wondered what excuse was being given for this visit. What the papers would print. Not that it really bothered him all that much, but it was important for Orli.

Ten days to escape. Just disappear, and act like a normal bloke. Something Matt thought Orli probably hadn't done a lot of lately. Rather, hadn't had the opportunity to.

Finished with the water, Matt left the glass upturned on the drainer and crossed the kitchen again to look at the noticeboard. There were notes tacked to it, and a calendar. Some scraps of paper had been there only a day, and would probably only be there a day more. Others had been there for months. One particular corner, the 'corner of Orli', was three layers thick. Matt touched the edge of a folded note. The paper was pale blue, had a picture of a polar bear in one corner. It was a piece Orli had charmed from Matt's young niece. Beneath the picture, Orli's familiar handwriting. 'I miss you already.' Matt had driven Orli to the airport to catch his flight back to London after a whirlwind three-day visit. He'd come back to find the note tacked to the centre of the board, and had promptly started crying.

"Miss you too, Orls," Matt whispered.

=/=

"You want to know why, don't you?" Orli asks. He doesn't take his eyes off his feet, which are currently submerged in a shallow pool.

"Well, I have to admit that I was wondering." Matt sits down beside him, pulls his knees up and leans between them to take off his socks. They've been walking all day, and he's more than ready to just stop and cool off.

"I was in danger of forgetting." Orli pauses, turns to look at Matt. "Not you, I don't think I could ever forget you." He brushes his fingers along Matt's cheekbone, fondness in his eyes. "Just.. forgetting who I am. My place in the grand scheme of things. People just keep telling you stuff and sooner or later you start to believe it. I don't want to be told who I am, you know? I can figure it out on my own. I needed reality, and you're the most real thing I have. And fuck if that comes off sounding corny, but it's true. You keep me grounded, Matt, and I need that."

"Need?"

"Need, want, long for constantly."

"I miss you." Matt says suddenly. "When you're not there, I miss you."

Orli just smiles. Big, honest, open-mouthed smile. Matt's left sock is only half off his foot but he lets it slip into the water anyway, eagerly twisting to kiss that smile. He thinks that maybe he shouldn't have made such admissions. They're for people like Orli, not for him. It's not like Orli doesn't know Matt misses him. So he pushes Orli back against the ground and slides their tongues together and presses his knee between Orli's thighs.

=/=

Matt turned over again, onto his back, and stared at the ceiling. There were still three days before Orli arrived. Three more sleepless nights?

'I'm going to be a fucking nervous wreck by the weekend,' Matt thought.

=/=

"Gotcha!"

"Ah, come on Orls! That was cheating!"

"Nah, I changed the rules." Orli pulls the polaroid from the camera and waves it back and forth. "Besides," he adds, "cheating or not, you're still going to look really fucking cute."

"Shut up. Squirt." Matt reaches for Orli's ankle, but he dodges out of the way.

"The sad thing is that even the worst picture of me could be sold for.. thousands."

Matt starts to laugh. "Hundreds, Orls. Don't flatter yourself."

Orli sticks his tongue out and looks at the still-developing polaroid. Matt leans back on one elbow to watch him.

"Hum. Well this is weird," Orli says, frowning.

"What is?"

"There's, like, all these little blue things around your head. Like fairies or something. Oh no, wait." Orli looks closer, in deep concentration. "No, they're cherubs. With spotty white arses and skanky baseball caps."

"Prat," Matt murmurs.

Orli glances up at him and grins. "Yeah, but you wouldn't have me any other way, would you?"

"Actually I would. I'd have you be a prat over here."

Orli's grin gets even wider. He puts the photograph with the others and goes down onto his hands and knees. He crawls towards Matt, trying to look as sultry as possible. He's had a lot of practice.

"Jesus," Matt whispers. Skims his fingers over Orli's hip when he gets close enough. It's going to be slow this time. He knows it is when Orli drops little butterfly kisses along his collarbone. He's glad they're out in the middle of nowhere, because when Orli goes slow, Matt is usually a whimpering, moaning mess before the end.

=/=

Tired, tired, so fucking tired. Matt had managed to sleep for about half an hour. He told himself it wasn't because he was excited in a way only kids can be on Christmas eve. No, wasn't because of that at all. It was because the air conditioning unit in his room wasn't working quite as well as it should, the nights were hotter than they ever usually were at this time of year, and that the curtains were letting in too much light. He told himself that all the way to the airport. All the way from the car to the arrivals pick-up point.

But the second 'Heathrow' flashed up on the screen and his heart just seemed to go into overdrive, he realized he *had* been excited. His bedroom was as cool as it always was, the nights were perfectly normal summer nights, and the curtains had always been thick enough. Still, Christmad cod come.

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