Fic: I'm A Star
Title: I'm a Star
Author: lexi_mirkwood and nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@gmail.com
Pairing: Jared Leto/Shannon Leto/Elijah Wood
Rating: M15 for the bad words
Warnings: lots'o'swearing
Timeline: 2006 MTV U Woodie awards
Feedback: Come on, tell us how good we are
AN: this is what we think Jared and Elijah were arguing about;
"Yes Shannon I fucking well do need another drink," said Jared, as he reached for the condensation slick champagne bottle that had been inconviently placed too far away for him to reach, "We won a Woodie, we are fucking awesome." He wriggled his fingers at Shannon, "Pleeeassssee Shan."
"Fuck off Jared," Shannon rolled his eyes, he could see where this was leading already. "You're looking for a fight aren't you? Well, it's not gonna be me tonight. Go find yourself some ass to fuck." He stood and grabbed the bottle in question, having had more than enough of his brother's ego for one night.
Jared pushed his chair back from the table and prowled over to his brother, his kohl rimmed eyes were full of wicked intent. "C'mon Shannon," he drawled, reaching out for the bottle, "Jus' a little drink," he purred at his brother. "Just to help me forget what I saw earlier. Go on."
"You don't know what you saw." Shannon spat back and hoped that it wasn't a lie. He turned away from Jared, bottle in hand and scanned the room, looking for another quiet, dark corner.
Catching his brother's shoulder, Jared spun Shannon around and grabbed the front of his tee shirt, dragging him close. "I know exactly what I saw Shan," he breathed into his brother's ear, "I saw you with Elijah's cock in your ass. That's what I saw."
Shannon reeled with the force of Jared's accusation, "What of it, you stick your cock all sorts of places and I see that even if I don't want to." Shannon pulled away, his tee shirt caught in Jared's hand, "Let go Jared ... just let go of it." the double meaning shone bright in his eyes.
Jared reached for the bottle in Shannon's hand. "I get to fuck Elijah, not you," he growled. "Unless you just like getting fucked by all my cast offs."
The words stung as if Jared had slapped Shannon with the flat of his hand, "That's not fair." It had never been fair and probably never would be, "You didn't want him, you told him that ... and you told me."
Finally managing to get the bottle out of his brother's hand, Jared took a long swallow of champagne, wincing as the bubbles bit his throat. "Just cos I didn't want him doesn't mean you needed to go straight over and get some from the little asshole."
"What am I supposed to do Jared? You find me someone you haven't fucked and I'll gladly let them do me." Shannon gave up on the bottle and turned away from his brother yet again.
"Fuck you, you ungrateful little shit," Jared spat as he walked away from Shannon, "I guess I'll just have to go have a little chat with our mutual friend," Jared swallowed more of the sparkling wine, "Tell him to keep his nicotine stained little mitts off my fucking brother."
The music was too loud for Shannon to hear all that Jared said and he wasn't interested in any case, he was tired of Jared's bullshit when he is high and on some kind of death wish. Shannon kept walking, in this crowd there would be a warm and willing body somewhere.
Jared dumped the empty bottle on a table, heedless of it's occupants, and weaved his way through the crowd, toward the man in question. "Little fucking asshole," he muttered under his breath. "Fucking my fucking brother." He stopped and eyed Elijah's table. "Oh look he brought a girl, how ... quaint."
Elijah glanced quickly at Pam, assuring himself that she would be fine with the rest of their friends at the table. He could see from the look on Jared's face that this was going to get ugly, one way or the other.
"Jared," Elijah held Jared's gaze steadily, "Can I help you?"
Jared leaned close to Elijah and slid his leather gloved hand behind his neck. "Having a nice night?" he murmured innocently into his ex, very ex, lover's ear.
"Yes, are you?" Elijah knew the answer to that question already, Jared wouldn't be here if it wasn't for what had happened with Shannon just over an hour ago.
"Well we won an award. Funny how they are called Woodie's huh?" Jared said softly, keeping any emotion off his face. "Seems like Shannon got two woodies tonight, he's a lucky boy."
"You jealous Jared? Shame you decided you weren't gay all of a sudden." Elijah snapped his response, it wasn't his decision to end their relationship, the sex was amazing but Jared had never accepted Elijah's apologies for things that had been said in the heat of jealousy.
"Least I didn't bring my pretend girlfriend to the gig, Elijah," Jared drawled, looking for all the world like he's just passed the time of day with his old friend. "Least I didn't find it necessary fuck your brother to make some sort of point."
Elijah realised that nothing he said was going to change Jared's mind, "Not makin' a point Jared, just fucking that's all."
"That's bullshit you little faggot," sneered Jared, "Room full of pretty musicians and you just happen to have to fuck Shannon. You want me to bring Tomo over so you can do him as well?"
"He's too tall and besides, I heard that he's the one that does the fucking," Elijah looked Jared in the eyes again, "and we both know that wouldn't suit me."
Jared managed to keep his anger controlled, but just barely. "Everyone is too tall for you," he spat, as he patted Elijah on the shoulder. "Stay the fuck away from Shan or I will make sure you regret it." He straightened up and turned to walk back to the celebration at his own table.
Elijah turned to the man on his left and called his parting shot without considering it, "But his ass is so tight."
Jared stopped short and turned fast. "You fucking asshole," he yelled as he shoved at hard at Elijah, "Fucker."
Before he could put up any sort of defence Elijah was grabbed around the throat by Jared and almost lifted out of his seat, he could barely breathe but managed to squeak, "Not helping the rumours Jared."
"Fucker," hissed Jared as security lifted him off Elijah. "You've been warned."
Elijah returned to his seat and smoothed his shirt back into place, "I'm fine, thanks." He patted Pam on the knee and pecked her lightly on the cheek, "He's an asshole."
Security placed Jared on his feet and he stalked back to his own table. "Need more fucking champagne," he muttered as he threw himself into a chair and stared at the butt ugly trophy. "Fuck."
Author: lexi_mirkwood and nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@gmail.com
Pairing: Jared Leto/Shannon Leto/Elijah Wood
Rating: M15 for the bad words
Warnings: lots'o'swearing
Timeline: 2006 MTV U Woodie awards
Feedback: Come on, tell us how good we are
AN: this is what we think Jared and Elijah were arguing about;
"Yes Shannon I fucking well do need another drink," said Jared, as he reached for the condensation slick champagne bottle that had been inconviently placed too far away for him to reach, "We won a Woodie, we are fucking awesome." He wriggled his fingers at Shannon, "Pleeeassssee Shan."
"Fuck off Jared," Shannon rolled his eyes, he could see where this was leading already. "You're looking for a fight aren't you? Well, it's not gonna be me tonight. Go find yourself some ass to fuck." He stood and grabbed the bottle in question, having had more than enough of his brother's ego for one night.
Jared pushed his chair back from the table and prowled over to his brother, his kohl rimmed eyes were full of wicked intent. "C'mon Shannon," he drawled, reaching out for the bottle, "Jus' a little drink," he purred at his brother. "Just to help me forget what I saw earlier. Go on."
"You don't know what you saw." Shannon spat back and hoped that it wasn't a lie. He turned away from Jared, bottle in hand and scanned the room, looking for another quiet, dark corner.
Catching his brother's shoulder, Jared spun Shannon around and grabbed the front of his tee shirt, dragging him close. "I know exactly what I saw Shan," he breathed into his brother's ear, "I saw you with Elijah's cock in your ass. That's what I saw."
Shannon reeled with the force of Jared's accusation, "What of it, you stick your cock all sorts of places and I see that even if I don't want to." Shannon pulled away, his tee shirt caught in Jared's hand, "Let go Jared ... just let go of it." the double meaning shone bright in his eyes.
Jared reached for the bottle in Shannon's hand. "I get to fuck Elijah, not you," he growled. "Unless you just like getting fucked by all my cast offs."
The words stung as if Jared had slapped Shannon with the flat of his hand, "That's not fair." It had never been fair and probably never would be, "You didn't want him, you told him that ... and you told me."
Finally managing to get the bottle out of his brother's hand, Jared took a long swallow of champagne, wincing as the bubbles bit his throat. "Just cos I didn't want him doesn't mean you needed to go straight over and get some from the little asshole."
"What am I supposed to do Jared? You find me someone you haven't fucked and I'll gladly let them do me." Shannon gave up on the bottle and turned away from his brother yet again.
"Fuck you, you ungrateful little shit," Jared spat as he walked away from Shannon, "I guess I'll just have to go have a little chat with our mutual friend," Jared swallowed more of the sparkling wine, "Tell him to keep his nicotine stained little mitts off my fucking brother."
The music was too loud for Shannon to hear all that Jared said and he wasn't interested in any case, he was tired of Jared's bullshit when he is high and on some kind of death wish. Shannon kept walking, in this crowd there would be a warm and willing body somewhere.
Jared dumped the empty bottle on a table, heedless of it's occupants, and weaved his way through the crowd, toward the man in question. "Little fucking asshole," he muttered under his breath. "Fucking my fucking brother." He stopped and eyed Elijah's table. "Oh look he brought a girl, how ... quaint."
Elijah glanced quickly at Pam, assuring himself that she would be fine with the rest of their friends at the table. He could see from the look on Jared's face that this was going to get ugly, one way or the other.
"Jared," Elijah held Jared's gaze steadily, "Can I help you?"
Jared leaned close to Elijah and slid his leather gloved hand behind his neck. "Having a nice night?" he murmured innocently into his ex, very ex, lover's ear.
"Yes, are you?" Elijah knew the answer to that question already, Jared wouldn't be here if it wasn't for what had happened with Shannon just over an hour ago.
"Well we won an award. Funny how they are called Woodie's huh?" Jared said softly, keeping any emotion off his face. "Seems like Shannon got two woodies tonight, he's a lucky boy."
"You jealous Jared? Shame you decided you weren't gay all of a sudden." Elijah snapped his response, it wasn't his decision to end their relationship, the sex was amazing but Jared had never accepted Elijah's apologies for things that had been said in the heat of jealousy.
"Least I didn't bring my pretend girlfriend to the gig, Elijah," Jared drawled, looking for all the world like he's just passed the time of day with his old friend. "Least I didn't find it necessary fuck your brother to make some sort of point."
Elijah realised that nothing he said was going to change Jared's mind, "Not makin' a point Jared, just fucking that's all."
"That's bullshit you little faggot," sneered Jared, "Room full of pretty musicians and you just happen to have to fuck Shannon. You want me to bring Tomo over so you can do him as well?"
"He's too tall and besides, I heard that he's the one that does the fucking," Elijah looked Jared in the eyes again, "and we both know that wouldn't suit me."
Jared managed to keep his anger controlled, but just barely. "Everyone is too tall for you," he spat, as he patted Elijah on the shoulder. "Stay the fuck away from Shan or I will make sure you regret it." He straightened up and turned to walk back to the celebration at his own table.
Elijah turned to the man on his left and called his parting shot without considering it, "But his ass is so tight."
Jared stopped short and turned fast. "You fucking asshole," he yelled as he shoved at hard at Elijah, "Fucker."
Before he could put up any sort of defence Elijah was grabbed around the throat by Jared and almost lifted out of his seat, he could barely breathe but managed to squeak, "Not helping the rumours Jared."
"Fucker," hissed Jared as security lifted him off Elijah. "You've been warned."
Elijah returned to his seat and smoothed his shirt back into place, "I'm fine, thanks." He patted Pam on the knee and pecked her lightly on the cheek, "He's an asshole."
Security placed Jared on his feet and he stalked back to his own table. "Need more fucking champagne," he muttered as he threw himself into a chair and stared at the butt ugly trophy. "Fuck."