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Baby Boy	By : FleshCutFlower Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 1468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Hey yea, this totally didn't happen. Do I think it may have? Never know, but this ain't a true account. Wish it was. ;)

(Started at 4:41)
A lot of drinks, drunk and to-be-drunken held my attention right now, and that was a good thing. I usually started off slow, not wanting to be a total mess two steps into the pub. I'm not a horrible lightweight, like people usually joke about; maybe it's because I was never a heavy drinker to begin with, and my stamina steadily matured. Most people my age that got stinking drunk every other night were either deadened to the effects of alcohol, or simply too wasted by their first sip to speak without slurring. So here I am, drinking. And thinking about it, just a little too much.

Anything is better than turning around. Watching them dancing like fools together, uncaring to what PR or their agents would say. After all, we DID see some random guy walking around with a camera. No one I'd recognized from whatever paper or rag-mag usually came out to sneak candid photos of the resident stars, but I didn't know every single New Zealand publisher just yet. I'd kept my eye out, though. Just like you would, when we'd been together.

"Shh... in the back room... now."

My eyes flicked over to where you used to take me, when we were sure no one was looking. Even Viggo was in on it, whispering things to you before you'd smile and turn to me. Do you know how fucking hot you'd look, sitting there with the insinuations burning in your eyes? Ever know how much I loved that, just the thought of what crazy schemes you would be coming up with? I always did, always did. But you don't keep him in any dark corners. No, you're right behind me doing what you're doing best. Being a total ass. Knowing I've seen you, and not give half a rat's ass to how I might feel in watching you tongue your 'new toy'. Right... there... in front of... everyone.

"You're so bloody cute, y'now that?"

Fuck you, Dom. Yea that's right. FUCK you. I'm fucking cute... yea, all right. I lost count of how many condescending lil' pats to my head you'd take, saying things like that. Didn't it ever feel creepy to you, when you'd throw me on the bed and fuck me senseless, when just a little while before, you revelled in how 'boyish' I looked? How fucking CUTE I was, how you'd love to watch movies I did when I'd been what... eleven, twelve? Jesus fucking Christ. Next thing it isn't going to be Or-fuckin'-lando there with you, but some pre-teen altar boy. I'd go so 'Casey Connor' ("Jesus Lij, you did DORK so well in that, Christ!") on your ass then. Any pictures those possible photo-vultures could get of you grinding into Orlando's ass would be NOTHING compared to the blackmail material I could come up with there.

Fuckin' Christ. I'm thinking of Dom with some bratling now. Thankfully, a flicker of flash distracts me; yea, that wasn't from the lighting system here. I turn around and ohhh, yes... that lanky little twat that came in after us IS someone from a magazine... paper, what the fuck ever, who cares. I almost smile, seeing that neither you nor Orlando has taken note of this. "All lost in that little orgy, guys?" I mumble to myself before taking another sip of my Manhattan. Fuck... that burns. It's my third, and it's stil burning a hole in my throat. I hate these drinks, but it makes me feel a little happier.

I almost burst out laughing, GOD, Viggo, why bother? It's all too late now. What're ya gonna do? Chase the photographer, take his camera away? Sha. That'd be a little overt, eh? Oh geez, that belch hurt... I punch my chest a few times and frown, still watching Viggo as he points out the guy who took the picture, now getting his jacket on to leave. You and Orlando look a bit shocked. Are you shocked, Dom? Hmm? The guy passes right by me, not even noticing me. I may as well be in that back hall right now.

"You my baby-boy, Lij?? Hmm? Ah..."

Baby-boys don't hold your attention much, that I know. Orlando's not far from puberty himself, but he may as well have been an expert seducer by age 13. I didn't even see it until it was too late.

Did you? Or did you not even care at the time? You seemed amused when we'd be sneaking off set, waiting for Pete to just fucking get that bulb straightened out, and Orlando would find us somehow, right before we were up to anything. You even acted annoyed, wanting a quick fix of 'afternoon delight' before trudging back to our slavery. Orlando noticed your aversion of him too.

"Hey Lij! Whatcha up to tonight?"

Fuck all, I was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. All of a sudden Orlando, the new boy looking for companionship with the more famous ones of the cast was suddenly hanging with me so often, I could barely breathe. But I've got a good nature, or at least I like to think so. I really wanted to be his friend, someone he could confide in. And confide he did, quite often. He'd told me so many things about feeling outcasted, even though everyone there was being total peach with him. He was the unknown-Joe, but who fucking cared? It was like we all just KNEW we were meant to do this fiulm together, no matter the strain on our bodies and minds and emotions. How I was suckered into this act was beyond me. I didn't even see it when Liv complained that she wasn't seeing much of her 'Orli' (fucking puke, worse than 'Lij'), giving me a nudge to let him 'out of his cage' every now and again. Funny that, seeing as you weren't in the cage at all.

"How about we ask Dom to come out with us?"

Didn't even see it coming, there. Good show, man. I'm even clapping for you right now, even though you've left the dance floor in a tizzy with Dom. You both looked a little upset. Drunk, too. Just as drunk as you were that first night we all hung out.

"Ffffuckin' hell... what'd ye put in *hic* that drink, Dommie?"

We all laughed at you, but you laughed the most. I was feeling something off then, though. I felt like if I'd left for just one minute, I'd come back and find something I didn't like. Couldn't put my finger on it. I was as drunk then as I am now.

"Aw, c'mere, baby-boy,"

I could see you looking in the corner of my slitted eye, the way you watched Dom suddenly take my head and pull me into a kiss. After all, it wasn't that big a secret around the set. Even PJ would give us cocked eyebrows when we'd come back from... well. So why not, hmm? Why not grab 'Baby-Lijah' and snog him full frontal in front of someone else? Bet it was thrilling, and yea, I'll admit it. That three second window thrill was enough to have me push back into Dom, kissing back hungrily. And you smiled that smile I've come to know so well, the smile that says every intention you've ever had from the very, fucking, beginning.

I wanted to swat you away; I would have, if Dom hadn't pinned my wrists to the couch. He was on me, straddling my thighs and pushing forward with that oh-so-glorious cock of his to mine. Denim never felt so tight...

"I take it he's ALWAYS bottoms, then?"

You fucking LAUGHED at that, you Goddamned prick. My mistake was not saying anything in retort to this. Then again, hah, you always DID have me 'bottoms', along with everything else.

"Shut the fuck up, Lij... I'm in need of a good lay right now, not some fucking relaying of conversation you had with Sean..."

"DON'T ... fucking touch me there. You KNOW I don't like that."

"Get on your front, baby-boy,"

"I could care less about your eyes, they fucking blind me to look into 'em on set..."

"What is this, some bloody romance novel?? I SAID, on... your... stomach,"

So YOU could talk endlessly about how many girls had checked you out in some gas station alone, YOU could ram your fingers up my ass without warning anytime YOU liked, YOU could throw me on my stomach and make me lose my breath, YOU could force me down, never ONCE wanting some sort of eye-to-eye contact when we'd fuck, YOU could practically spit in my face each-and-every-time... you, you, always you, Dom. Always you.

"Want me to suck ya, Lijie?"

"Yea, he does."

No I didn't. I didn't want that stupid newbie jerk anywhere near me. I knew it then, I even fucking SAW it. Because when he asked, did you notice Dom, how he wasn't looking at me? That his eyes practically bore holes into yours? Yea, I did. I even shook my head, but you were too busy watching that fucking Brit lower his head down to me and unzip my jeans, STILL fucking LOOKING at YOU. Maybe you did notice, though, 'cause the next fucking thing I knew you were behind me and forcing my arms back, putting your feet at my hips to keep me steady.

"Little baby-bastard'll choke you to death, the way his hips move,"

And suddenly, there it was. The muffled giggling from Orlando, and your tittering chuckles, right after denouncing the 'boy' for 'bastard'. I felt like crying, because I just fucking knew. I didn't even feel anything from Orlando, y'now that? Not one thing. That was all body mechanism, reacting just as it should, and always does. I didn't come down that fucker's throat because I liked it. I don't even remember doing it. The only way I knew I had was when he lifted his head and crawled up my chest to you; I caught the smell of me on his lips before they planted themselves on yours, kissing roughly at you. I felt your hands tense at my arms, gripping me like I was a bedpost rather than your lover. I was a bed. That's all. A bed to have your giggling fits as you made out wildly over my shoulder, moving away from me and letting go.

"Back in a min, Lijie,"

Shut the fuck up, was all I could think at that point. Shut up, Orlando, you suck at sucking cock, I wanted to say. I didn't even look your way as you both left the living room, leaving your shirts behind. I fell asleep there, and when I woke up i got to make breakfast for us. Got to watch you both walk into the kitchen with stupid fucking grins on your faces, hair tousled wildly over your necks and shoulders. And you kissed over the pancakes I'd made.

"FUCK ME, Lij! Jesus, you're acting like some lovesick dog!"

"Dom is getting really irritated with you calling him all the time..."

"Can't you see I'm fucking tired? Christ, go hump a couch,"

"Lij, maybe he wants someone older. He DOES get a little freaked out that you're so young, you have to understand,"

I did love you, idiot.

I only called twice that week.

The couch isn't you.

Orlando? Jesus, Orlando. Everytime we fucked, I felt like a schoolboy.

We never even broke it off, if I remember correctly. I just remember nothing happening anymore. Seeing you and him, constantly walking off hand-in-hand. always seeing sympathetic gazes from our cast mates. Viggo was talking to me a lot more. I told him to fuck off once, but he followed me all the way to my trailer. I think I cried with him that entire night.

In fact, isn't that his hand on my shoulder right now? I turn to look, and smile at him.

****

"ELIJAH!! ELIJAH WOOD!!"

I stop and turn, seeing a woman and a photographer as I walk out of a convienience store. Christ, I only wanted a pack of cigarettes. May as well do the whole shmooze business and smile. "Hi."

"Is it true about the rumors, that your co-stars Dominic Monaghan and Orlando Bloom have a romantic relationship?"

Oh, I smile and answer their questions. A whole fucking lot.

(Finished, 5:47)
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