Chat Ficlet #3 "Sacrifices" (Orli/Sean A) LOTR RPS

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Dis: Not mine. Lied. Do it often. It's fun.



Orlando's agent came to New Zealand and insisted on taking him out to lunch at some swanky, over the top place, that made Orlando feel like a kid with dirty hands in a white living room. "How have you been?"

He played with the rings on his left hand and bit the inside of his cheek. "What do you know about that you think I should be telling you, Linda?" They never played games when it came to what she needed information on.

Linda ordered some sort of fruity, spritzy drink and looked back at Orlando. "I was on set this morning. I saw you. You looked very...comfortable."

And just like that, Orlando knew what she had seen. She'd been there in the wee hours, just as Orlando was stumbling half-asleep onto set. Just after the hobbits had finished with feet. Just as he'd bumped noses with Sean and kissed him and left to go get his wig on. "It's not your business, Linda."

"You're making out with your fellow actors-"

Orlando interrupted her with a scoff. "That was nowhere *near* the type of snog I *wanted* to give him." He watched her face go a little red. "I was being polite because there were a lot of people around."

Linda tapped her fingers on the tabletop. "You're new to the business-"
"Don't go down this road." He really didn't want to have this conversation in an overpriced diner with mauve tableclothes.

Linda forged ahead. "You're new to the business, and this is your first big role. If it comes out that you're fooling around with your divorced, male castmate, you're done."

"*If* it comes out?" Orlando pushed away from the table and stood up. "Fooling around?" He pulled out his wallet and dropped money on the table to cover his drink. "I'm due back at set."

Linda cut off as she watched him stalk out. She paid for her own drink and went to make a few calls.

*

Orlando let himself into Sean's trailer and flopped onto the to-small bed. He heard movement in the bathroom and spoke up. "It's me."

Sean poked his head around the bathroom door. "You're back sooner than I thought." He finished up whatever he was doing in the bathroom and walked out, careful of his steps with the baggies on his feet.

Orlando propped himself up on the bed and looked at Sean sideways. "Are we just fooling around?"

Sean paused in picking through the books that were piled in a corner of the tiny room and gave Orlando a disbelieving look. "What brought this on?"

"Are we just fooling around?" Orlando looked him in the eyes this time.

"I didn't think so." Sean crawled up onto the bed next to Orlando and reached for his hand. "Where's this coming from?"

"I had the beginnings of a lunch with Linda today."

"The 'beginnings'?"

Orlando nodded. "Yeah, I walked out before the food because she said some stuff."

"What stuff?"

"She said you'd be bad for my career because you're male and divorced, and I'm new to the business."

"Well, I am the first two."

"I don't care. Orlando's voice was soft.

"And Elijah would be more marketable standing next to you."

"WHAT?"

"Of course, I'd have to disembowel him if he ever got the idea into his head." Sean gave Orlando a wicked grin and watched the other man go from shocked to surprised to very amused.

"You bastard." Orlando flipped Sean onto his back and pinned his shoulders down. "Don't say shit like that when I'm having a crisis!"

Sean laughed. "You should have seen your face!" He tilted his head up off the mattress and kissed Orlando. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Orlando pressed his face into Sean's neck and wrapped an arm around his waist. "I really don't care."

Sean pressed his nose into Orlando's mohawk and closed his eyes in silent thanks that he could be so randomly lucky as to get a guy who really meant it. "I don't either."

They lay in silence for a few minutes, and Sean finally broke it. "I really could be horrible for your career. The part of Hollywood you should be in won't be fond of you being in our relationship."

"Forget where I should be. I'm where I want to be." Orlando curled a little more tightly around Sean.

"Linda will be pissed."

"I'm to stubborn to be talked out of you."

Sean couldn't help it, he laughed. "I've heard that about you."

Orlando poked him in the ribs. "I thought I was the token perv on this set?"

"You are. Along with the rest of us."

There was a knock on the trailer door, and a second later, Elijah came barreling into the bedroom. He grinned. "How cute." Orlando threw a pillow at him and he ducked. "Cut it out!" He threw the pillow back. "Pete wants Sean back on set, and your agent's looking pissed by your trailer."

Orlando groaned. "Define pissed."

"Not drunk."

Sean untangled himself from Orlando and hovered over him on the bed. "I may have enough time to be a human shield."

Orlando sat up and slid off the bed. "No, I've got it." He walked with them to the trailer door and saw Linda watching them with an eagle eye. "Sean?"

Sean turned around, and before he could say anything Orlando pulled him into a full-on, knee-melting, brain-fizzling kiss. He couldn't help but smile into it and kiss back just as hard.

"Mr. Astin! Today!" Pete's voice boomed across the set.

Sean pulled away from Orlando and beamed at him. "Tell Linda I say hi."

Orlando grinned. "I will." He kissed the tip of Sean's nose and let him go. "Sorry, Pete. My fault."

"I can see that, Orlando" Pete looked halfway amused and flustered. "You
can have him back at the end of the day."

Orlando risked a glance at Linda. She looked pissed. He didn't really care. "Thanks, Pete. Have him dry cleaned, will you?" He walked over to Linda and stood a few feet away. "He's not going away. I won't let him. You're fired." He left her standing there and went to watch Sean act.