Twelve Days Of Christmas - Part Three
Title: Twelve Days Of Christmas
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando, Elijah/Viggo
Rating: PG13-NC17
Daily Star, 17th December
SuperSpy: Orlando Bloom having a pint with friends yesterday evening, boyfriend Elijah Wood nowhere in sight...Is this the end, my friend?
***
Elijah flicked idly through TV channels, trying to distract himself from the heavy ache of misery in his stomach and throat. Where was Orlando? It was nearly midnight, and he'd sent texts and tried calling, only to receive no reply except a dialling tone. He pushed another cushion under his head with a sigh.
***
"He's always so miserable," Orlando complained, taking a large mouthful of his beer.
"Is he," Dom said, uninterestedly. He yawned. "Listen, mate, it's nearly 1 in the morning. Can I call you a cab or something?"
"You're not listening to me," Orlando slurred plaintively. "I don't want to go home to Elijah. We never have any fun together."
Dom sighed wearily. Billy, across the table, raised an eyebrow.
"You look ready to nod off to me, Dom."
"Yeah," Dom said. He leant a little closer, and murmured, "there's only so much of his whining I can take. Bills, I'm going to take him home once he's finished that."
Orlando was studying his pint. "You know," he said loudly, "I can't remember the last time Elijah and I had sex. How rubbish is that?"
"Sh!" Dom said, embarrassed, as a few heads turned.
Orlando rolled his eyes drunkenly, but fell silent.
***
"Where have you been!?" yelled Elijah, opening the door at 2.30am to Orlando, supported by Dom Monaghan, his co-host on their current affairs programme. "I've been worried sick, you didn't answer when I called -"
"Shut up," Orlando said groggily, and pushed past Elijah, staggering.
"Sorry," Dom said, awkwardly. He was a good friend of Orlando's but didn't know Elijah very well. "You know, he was feeling a bit low, so we just - "
"Well, someone could have told me," Elijah said icily. His large blue eyes bored into Dom.
"Right," Dom said. "Well, like I said, sorry."
"What was he feeling low about?"
"Between you and me," Dom said, nervously, "I think it might be you."
"Me?" Elijah said, eyes beginning to flash. "You know what, I am so sick of him going round telling everyone things that are private, and always complaining that everything that goes wrong is because of me, it's as much his fault as mine that we're having problems." His voice was rising.
"Yeah, I guess," Dom said. He risked a glance into Elijah's eyes. To his shock, they were full with tears.
"I don't know what else I can do," Elijah said softly, "to make things between us work."
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando, Elijah/Viggo
Rating: PG13-NC17
Daily Star, 17th December
SuperSpy: Orlando Bloom having a pint with friends yesterday evening, boyfriend Elijah Wood nowhere in sight...Is this the end, my friend?
***
Elijah flicked idly through TV channels, trying to distract himself from the heavy ache of misery in his stomach and throat. Where was Orlando? It was nearly midnight, and he'd sent texts and tried calling, only to receive no reply except a dialling tone. He pushed another cushion under his head with a sigh.
***
"He's always so miserable," Orlando complained, taking a large mouthful of his beer.
"Is he," Dom said, uninterestedly. He yawned. "Listen, mate, it's nearly 1 in the morning. Can I call you a cab or something?"
"You're not listening to me," Orlando slurred plaintively. "I don't want to go home to Elijah. We never have any fun together."
Dom sighed wearily. Billy, across the table, raised an eyebrow.
"You look ready to nod off to me, Dom."
"Yeah," Dom said. He leant a little closer, and murmured, "there's only so much of his whining I can take. Bills, I'm going to take him home once he's finished that."
Orlando was studying his pint. "You know," he said loudly, "I can't remember the last time Elijah and I had sex. How rubbish is that?"
"Sh!" Dom said, embarrassed, as a few heads turned.
Orlando rolled his eyes drunkenly, but fell silent.
***
"Where have you been!?" yelled Elijah, opening the door at 2.30am to Orlando, supported by Dom Monaghan, his co-host on their current affairs programme. "I've been worried sick, you didn't answer when I called -"
"Shut up," Orlando said groggily, and pushed past Elijah, staggering.
"Sorry," Dom said, awkwardly. He was a good friend of Orlando's but didn't know Elijah very well. "You know, he was feeling a bit low, so we just - "
"Well, someone could have told me," Elijah said icily. His large blue eyes bored into Dom.
"Right," Dom said. "Well, like I said, sorry."
"What was he feeling low about?"
"Between you and me," Dom said, nervously, "I think it might be you."
"Me?" Elijah said, eyes beginning to flash. "You know what, I am so sick of him going round telling everyone things that are private, and always complaining that everything that goes wrong is because of me, it's as much his fault as mine that we're having problems." His voice was rising.
"Yeah, I guess," Dom said. He risked a glance into Elijah's eyes. To his shock, they were full with tears.
"I don't know what else I can do," Elijah said softly, "to make things between us work."