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Title: "Temporary Monogamy" (10/27)
Author: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean (Karl Urban/Sean Bean)
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Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-Two | Part Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven (and Epilogue) |



Billy's weekly Garage Sale Poker Game was already enough of a tradition that everyone dropped by at some point during the night, to play a few hands or to nip at Bernard's excellent scotch or, in Dave's case, to fleece anyone stupid enough to bet against him. Miranda'd told Orlando that fleecing people was just in an Aussie's blood. "Sort of how brooding is in the British nature," she'd said at the time, and cackled at her own wit.

Orlando had brooded over her statement for three days before he started to appreciate the irony in it.

The other tradition was to try to either get everyone else at the table drunk enough to make outrageously stupid bets (which always worked with Elijah and never worked with Sean) or to flummox them totally by asking wild and bizarre questions designed to throw them off the game (which always worked with everyone with varying degrees of success, except Viggo, who had weirdness down to an art form), as well as to bet the most outrageous items available (hence the name).

Tonight, Orlando was down thirty pretzels, a bottle of port, a beach towel, and a stuffed parrot. He blamed his lack of concentration on too little sleep – between bad dates, long hours on set, and the brutal hell of filming the Mines of Moria sequence, he was fucking exhausted most days, and tonight was no exception. By all rights, he should be home watching reruns of 'Shortland Street' so he could give Karl and Craig hell for it later, but staying home held little appeal. Even if he was losing his proverbial shirt.

Still. He had to earn some of his winnings back or he'd be forced to bet his Hercules: The Legendary Journeys coffee mug that he'd won off of Karl the week before, and there was no way he was giving that up. He'd already lost his prized blue-sequined cowboy hat his best mate had given him as a going away gift as it was. Oddly, the hat looked fantastic on Karl. Then again, Karl made the ridiculous seem perfectly ordinary. Which went a long way towards explaining why he got on so well with Viggo.

Which reminded him, he had to ask if either of them was responsible for the stuffed ducks that had been found in Richard Taylor's office the other morning. Whole room was full of the damn things, looked like a taxidermy gone mad. Seemed slightly tame by their standards, but he couldn't think of anyone else that could have stolen in with however many ducks it was and then gotten into Richard's office. He was continually in awe of their breaking and entering prowess.

"Stop concentrating so hard, Orli, you know you're not going to win this hand," Dave said, grinning around his cards. In contrast to Orlando's pitiful pile, Dave had already won two bags of crisps, a teddy bear, a Buddy Christ day-glo figure of some sort, a bright red knitted scarf, a truly hideous pair of board shorts, and a beaded manpurse that, for some reason, Billy'd had in his possession. Man was a bloody card shark, complete with fins.

"I might."

"I hate to break it to you, mate, but while you might be a whiz at chess, you're crap at poker," Dom said, patting Orlando on the shoulder. "Best to admit defeat now."

"Bugger off, you're a worse player than I am."

"He does have you there," Sean laughed, around the wreath of smoke created by his cigarette. Made him look a little like a sexy religious figure. Then again, Sean could afford to laugh. He had a bloody good stockpile going on himself.

"So." Orlando looked back and forth between Sean and Karl with a waggle of his brows. He pointedly ignored his pitiful hand (and damn Dave, anyway, and all redheads while he was at it). He was definitely going to have to bet the Arthur Dent alarm clock as it was. Time for a little misdirection. "How's paradise in the old love shack?"

Dom perked up and put down his cards, which was a small triumph in itself. "Oooh, can we hear naughty details?"

"Do we have to hear the kissing parts?" Dave mock groaned.

"Someday you might not mind so much," Karl continued, in his best grandfatherly voice.

Randomly quoting 'The Princess Bride' had, for some inexplicable reason (although Orlando really blamed Elijah for that, since he was forever chatting the film up like it was somehow better than Monty Python and the Holy Grail for Best Film Ever), already become a poker night tradition.

"We're alright," Sean said. Orlando's gaze dropped in time to see Sean's free hand sweep across Karl's thigh in a gentle, possessive glide. He vaguely remembered proprietary touches, and how nice it had felt to give and receive them. Jemma, in particular, had been fond of Orlando's hand on the small of her back. It had been so long since he'd been that comfortable around anyone that wasn't a mate.

"It's been a great ride so far," Karl added, then chuckled when Billy leered in a friendly manner. "You need to get out more, mate, if that rocks your world."

"Whenever you're ready for a real man, instead of that one, just let me know," Billy said, and tossed two cards down on the table.

"He'd break you," Dom pointed out.

"Could be worth it."

Sean's sly grin filled the dark corners of the room with the promise of sin as he exhaled a stream of smoke. "Oh, I'd say Karl's definitely worth it."

"Compliments will definitely get you laid later," Karl said. His smirk could've put James Bond's to shame.

"Tell me, is there anything that Sean does that won't get him laid later?" Billy asked, fluttering his eyelashes outrageously. Only Billy could get away with making that look not completely ridiculous.

"Not really." Karl dropped an affectionate kiss to the top of Sean's head when he stood. "Hitting the head. Anyone else want another beer while I'm up?"

Dom, Dave, and Billy held up their hands. "Me too, ta," Orlando said, and then knocked his knuckles on the table to call for another card. May as well get back to the game, since distraction didn’t seem to be working. And if he kept watching Sean, he'd just steal one of his fags. He'd been trying to cut down on smoking lately to keep pace with Viggo during the running scenes, which shouldn't have been so difficult, considering how much pot Viggo smoked, but maybe pot smoke was different than cigarette smoke or something, who knew. All he did know was staring at Sean made him crave a smoke in the worst way.

"You and Karl really are the cutest couple on set," Dom remarked to Sean.

"No one else would put up with them," Dave said, and tossed in a bizarre-looking amoeba-like thingy that lit up when one squeezed it into the pot. Orlando had no idea where his friends got the crap they did.

Billy's eyes twinkled. "Aye, at least they've each other."

"And that's a lot. For love," Orlando chimed in, knowing exactly where Billy was going with this.

"We'll give it a shot," Dom continued, in a perfectly straight voice. In unison, the four of them looked at each other, then Sean, and started singing.

"Oooooooooh, we're halfway theeeere... OoooOoooh, we're living on a pray-er..."

Karl, who'd just come back from the kitchen, beers in tow, almost doubled over laughing before he joined in the impromptu Bon Jovi karaoke, even providing a little Richie Sambora hip-wiggle. Sean just looked on and smiled the sort of bemused smile that he sometimes got when he had no idea what was going on. It was a look that he normally reserved for Viggo.

Harry waltzed in the back door just as the song was coming to its crescendo. He stopped short, taking in the scene with a benign look and held up the two bottles of scotch he'd brought in with him. "I take it we won't be needing these."

"Harry!" Orlando exclaimed, beaming at him with what he was sure was a mega-watt smile. He hadn't seen Harry in awhile, and was just thinking he'd missed the mad coot. "Just what the party needed."

"Right diamond geezer you are, too, to provide such luscious libations," Billy added.

Harry dropped into the empty chair on Karl's other side. "Can you translate that? I don't speak Crazy Scots."

Karl patted Harry's hand absent-mindedly. "I think he's happy you're wanting you to share."

"Why I brought it."

"You playing tonight?" Dave wanted to know, holding up the deck of cards.

Harry shook his head. "Just here for the company. And to help Orlando cheat."

"Oi, I do not cheat." And, to think he'd been happy to see Harry, too.

"The hell you don't," Dave retorted. He shuffled the remaining cards like a pro and started dealing the next cards. "Remember last week when you tried to bet a date with your sister?"

And had been a rather brilliant diversionary tactic at the time, if Orlando did say so himself. "It's not like I bet on her virginity or anything."

"Yes, but the point is, you can only bet what's at the table," Billy explained, carefully enunciating each word like Orlando was a toddler. He was beginning to feel like Elijah with Tig. Half the time, he was convinced they made up half the rules on poker nights as they went along, sort of like how they played Hobbit Golf.

"I think it's fine if you bet your sister," Karl said, and gave Orlando the fist pump of solidarity.

"This from the man who wouldn't bet a kiss with Sean, who is at the table," Dom replied.

"Maybe my lips are more valuable than Samantha's," Sean grinned.

"Well, Dom, you could always bet Orlando to make it even," Harry suggested.

"Wait, what?!"

"Excellent." Dom rubbed his hands together and ignored Orlando's bug-eyed stare. "I won't bet my excellent hand if you kiss Billy."

Seriously, what was wrong with his friends and their mental health? "What???"

"Go on, then." Dom waved a hand regally while Dave choked on his own laughter and Billy, Harry, Sean, and Karl watched the exchange like it was Wimbledon. "Your tongue has touched Sean's, and Sean's tongue has touched Karl's, so if you kiss Billy, it'll be like he finally gets to touch tongues with Karl. And I'm all for making Bills happy."

Everyone at the table gawked at Dom. "That's Viggo-like logic, that is," Billy finally said, with something like awe in his voice.

"Only in English and not in ancient Hindi or whatever Viggo's learning to speak this week," Harry shrugged.

"I am not kissing Billy," Orlando stated, enunciating each word loudly and clearly, just in case anyone started getting ideas. He wouldn't put it past this lot. "Besides, I bet your hand's crap. Worse at poker than me, remember."

"Am not."

"You are, too."

"Children." Sean held up a hand, waited for Dom and Orlando to turn their attention towards him. "Karl, go on, give Billy a little something to tide him over so we can get on with it. I've got my eye on Dom's electric window-defogger."

"What do I get out of it?" Karl wanted to know.

Sean pretended to think about it. "Rough sex?"

'Done," Karl promptly replied, and turned to Billy. "Any last words before I blow your mind?"

Harry leaned in close to Orlando. "What's Billy's thing with Karl, anyway?" he murmured.

"He kissed Lucy Lawless," Orlando replied, just as quietly.

"Ah, right. Makes sense. Well, I hope he's prepared, then." At Orlando's questioning glance, Harry smirked. "Karl's the best kisser I know."

Orlando couldn't say he was surprised that Harry would think that.

When Billy shook his head, looking like his birthday and Christmas had come early, Karl tipped Billy's chin and held it in place so he could start nibbling on Billy's lower lip. Orlando, along with everyone else, watched in fascination as Karl deepened the kiss by slow degrees until he was sucking on Billy's tongue and swallowing the resultant whimper.

Even Orlando, who didn't go for men, was fairly well aroused by the time Karl lifted his head. Billy kept his eyes closed for another minute, a blissful smile on his face. "Jesus on toast, yer a lucky man, Sean," he breathed.

"Actually, Sean and Harry are much better kissers than I am," Karl said, nodding and licking his lips like he was judging some sort of kissing contest.

Billy's eyes popped open. "Now I know you're having me on."

"Harry, are you blushing?" Dom peered closer, and let out a delighted whoop. "You totally are, this is brilliant."

Sure enough, when Orlando turned his head to look, there were telltale bright swatches of color on Harry's cheeks. It was sort of charming. Sean, on the other hand, looked delighted, but not all that phased, by the compliment. Orlando figured if a man went around claiming he had a god-like tongue, he probably already knew he knew how to use it.

"Before you ask, Billy, neither Harry nor myself are giving you a comparison," Sean said, and shook his head when Billy just pouted. "Are we still playing or what?"

"I love an eager loser," Dave declared, and held up the cards. "Alright, gentlemen, and I use the term loosely, who's in for a little Hold 'Em, Texas style?"

***

Karl and Sean tumbled to the bed together, laughing as they bumped noses when they tried to kiss. "Let's try that again," Sean murmured, still smiling when their lips met. Karl tasted like beer and crisps, sort of sharp and tangy, and Sean found he couldn't get enough.

"Much better," Karl hummed, around another kiss. He started plucking at the hem of Sean's t-shirt, cool air hitting Sean's skin as it was exposed. "Now, don't you owe me something?"

Sean lifted his shoulders so Karl could toss the shirt to the floor, and returned the favor with Karl's shirt. The second Karl's chest was bared to his hungry gaze, his hands itched to roam and explore. "Suppose I do."

Sean had promised Karl rough, but by tacit agreement, the sex wound up slow and languid, with Karl riding Sean's cock, keeping a steady pace, thighs bunching and flexing with each movement. Sean kept his hands on Karl's hips for balance, rose up to meet Karl's lips for kiss after kiss. Karl was bloody gorgeous in the worst of times, but when he was like this – sweat-slick skin, breathless moans, damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead as he braced his hands on either side of Sean's head as a ballast, tight muscles clamping around him like a vise – he was fucking transcendent. Sean was content to lie back, surrender control.

Afterwards, when the sweat was cooling from Sean's body, and Karl was plastered to his side, both of them riding the post-orgasmic lassitude, Sean found himself thinking of Orlando and Harry and how lost they both always managed to look, no matter what was going on with either of them. Odd that so many of his random thoughts these days kept winding back to them. He liked them both, liked Harry's dry sense of humor and the quick wit that Orlando rarely showed to the world, but something about the two of them brought out his more protective instincts.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, alright." Karl pressed a kiss to the crease of Sean's shoulder. "After that, you can ask me anything you like."

Sean chuckled, and pulled Karl in a little closer. One of the things he liked most about Karl, besides his easy-going nature, was that he radiated heat. "What really happened between you and Harry?" Sean stroked the long, lean line of Karl's back, admired the play of muscle under skin, the strength under his hands.

"Nothing, really. No one cheated or anything, none of that drama, if that's what you mean." Karl arched into the touch appreciatively, and nipped at Sean's collarbone. "Just needed some time apart." His voice grew quiet, serious. "I expect we'll get back together when the time's right."

Somehow, the answer didn't amaze Sean in the least. He didn't think he'd ever met two people more destined to be together than Karl and Harry. But, at the same time, he understood that sometimes time apart was needed. "Sounds reasonable."

Karl lifted his head, eyes now full of his usual life and sass. "Don't worry, though, I'll take care of you once I boot you to the curb."

"Oh, will you now?"

"Mmhmm."

Typical Karl. His earlier words to Orlando came back to him – sexiest mother hen in all of New Zealand. "You have anyone in mind? Just so I'm not surprised, you understand?" he asked, trying to maintain a straight face.

Karl looked at him like the answer should be obvious. "Orlando, of course."

"'Lando?" Sean couldn't keep the shock from his voice. Out of everyone Karl could have suggested... "We're not like that. He's not..."

Karl shushed his protest with a quick kiss. "Oh, I think he's more bisexual than he thinks. At the very least, he's curious. And you would be good for him."

"Would I?" Sean wondered how he, of all people, a soon to be thrice-divorced father of three girls, could be good for a man just starting his life and career, but he knew better than to press for details. Karl was direct enough in his own way, but he also knew how to deflect with the best of them.

"Absolutely. Besides," Karl added with a wink, "thinking about you two naked together gets me hot."

That answer, on the other hand, was not surprising at all. "Does it now?"

"Mmhmm." Karl stretched, and shifted until he was lying completely on top of Sean. "Although this isn't bad."

"And this?" Sean slid his hands down, cupped Karl's ass. "Is that better?"

"A little. But I'm still holding out for more of your cock," Karl replied, and dipped his head for a leisurely kiss that still managed to leave Sean wanting more.

He'd mull over Karl's suggestion later. At the moment, he had better things to do.


(To Be Continued)

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Date: 2009-01-16 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dienw.livejournal.com
Hmmm... so Karl thinks they'd be good together.

Again..I love the comfortable banter, and the ease and flow of this. It just feels authentic. You have every detail perfectly laid out...from the strange items in the pot, to Sean's smoking...to the conversation and the flow of people in and out...and every word, every thought fits perfectly.

Yeah, I really do love this. :)

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
The sad things is, every one of those items exists. *g* I own a couple of them.

Glad to know it's still 'real' and that the progression is working. (And yaye Karl! *g*)

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Date: 2009-01-16 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rinakabu.livejournal.com
funny and hot, i love that combination as much as this story!

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thank you, baby, I'm so glad!!! <33

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Date: 2009-01-16 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doylebaby.livejournal.com
I like Karl's thought processes. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I thought you might. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-16 04:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ireth06.livejournal.com
Garage sale poker! *lol*

Great chapter I'm having so much fun reading this!

And finally someone matches Orladno and Sean up ...
*huggles Karl*
Wonderful chapter, brilliant fic!

Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
*hugs*

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Karl is a very smart man. *g* Glad you're still digging it!!

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Date: 2009-01-16 05:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hurinhouse.livejournal.com
this is like watching tv - so easy to slip into it all and not ever feel lost. the banter is fantastic. love sean and karl together.

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!!! I really do love how Karl & Sean work in this, so I'm glad it's coming through in the writing. :)

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Date: 2009-01-16 05:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vienna80er.livejournal.com
Someone has the right idea. I'm very proud of Karl. Things are already working in his favor for bringing them together.

Awesome! *hugs*

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Karl is very smart. My money is totally on him. ;)

*HUGS*

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Date: 2009-01-16 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wendyr.livejournal.com
Still cracking up over the Bon Jovi karaoke. Too funny.

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I was totally cracking myself up while writing it. Go figure. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-16 06:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaye-voy.livejournal.com
Funny poker game---do you own any of the things the guys put up for bets? And wonderfully sweet and hot Sean/Karl. (I hope we get to see the Harry/Karl reunion, as well.)

I wonder if Karl didn't mention the "just need some time apart" thing, or Harry didn't understand it at the time.

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yes, I do, in fact, own the Buddy Christ action figure from 'Dogma' and the Hercules coffee mug. And one of my co-workers owns the glowing amoeba thingy. *g*

I'm so glad the Karl/Sean part worked for you!!

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Date: 2009-01-16 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] giselleslash.livejournal.com
It just keeps getting better and better...god, I hate love you *g*

I think once Karl decides to get back with Harry and passes Bean over to Orlando he should help with the transition, you know, ever helpful Karl *coughs*

:)

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I love you, too. *g*

I think Karl helping with the transition sounds like an excellent idea. Unfortunately, Karl & Orlando outvoted me and, for once, said no to shagging each other. I know, right, what the hell is wrong with my brain? *g*

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Date: 2009-01-16 07:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alex-quine.livejournal.com
Great fun...and there's more fun and games on the horizon!

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
*laughs* Oh, we're not even halfway done yet.

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Date: 2009-01-16 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amygirl.livejournal.com
LMAO...oh Karl I think I might just love you.

I love that he's already figured it out before the other two involved have even really thought about it. And now that he's put the thought into Sean's head...

Oh boy...things are bound to get interesting... ;-)

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I do love Karl, man, and how easy he makes it all sound. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-16 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistry89.livejournal.com
Love the way that both Karl and Harry have Harry and Orlando on their minds, coming for slightly different angles, of course.

Orlando had brooded over her statement for three days before he started to appreciate the irony in it. made me splutter coffee (it's ok, keyboard ok, but jama top suffered).

As always, the detail that adds so much colour to your writing, I can see the jumble of bets and them all around the table and I adore the dialogue and not-so-secret ruminating.
Thank you!

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thanks, baby, I'm so glad it all still sounds real to you!! And yeah, I keep wanting to tell Sean there's a reason why he keeps thinking about Orlando, but he's not ready to hear it yet. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-16 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackieville.livejournal.com
I am finally caught up and loving this awesome story more and more!!!!

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yaye for catching up!!! <333

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Date: 2009-01-16 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com
Can't comment properly now because a. my head exploded and b. am on my Dad's pc due to my own laptops utter fuckery. But damn, I will be back and write, like, a 40k comment for this chapter alone because there is no way I could use less words and convey even a bit of how utterly awesome it is. - More later, except for one thing: BON JOVI!!!! I love you!!! I fangirled them so fucking hard when I was a teenager (and that Christmas Karl/Viggo NZ fic I wrote? Totally Bed of Roses). - I love you, I love you. Now, Dad wants pc back and says no, me wanting to read boysecks is no reason to keep his property. Argh, I love you.

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Date: 2009-01-17 12:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com
Okay, still using my Dad's pc but he's out :).

This chapter is downright the most beautiful thing ever and I don't know where to start with my love for this. So, I'll do the unoriginal copy-paste-squee thing, yeah?

Orlando had brooded over her statement for three days before he started to appreciate the irony in it.

I love the characterisation of Orlando there - and of Brits in general - it's a nice touch that what he does is not freaking out or panicking or anything like that but brooding. It fits your Orlando so well because yeah, he must feel kinda overwhelmed and that he thinks about stuff is just, well, I just love it. The fact that this is all wrapped up in winking irony here makes it perfect.

The other tradition was to try to either get everyone else at the table drunk enough to make outrageously stupid bets (which always worked with Elijah and never worked with Sean)

This? Is why LotR RPS is the best fandom ever and NZ fics are the cherry on top. And well, you're the queen of fandom+cherry land. I adore the cameraderie in this, love the once again laced with humour en passant characterisation there, love how you manage to create atmosphere and a so detailed picture in my head with just one sentence only.

Tonight, Orlando was down thirty pretzels, a bottle of port, a beach towel, and a stuffed parrot.

God, I love you. The IMAGE that creates, especially the parrot, is so perfect, I want to have this scenario as one of those cheesy paintings, like the poker playing dogs, cause this? Awesome.

or he'd be forced to bet his Hercules: The Legendary Journeys coffee mug that he'd won off of Karl the week before, and there was no way he was giving that up.

Man, I love how you so subtly mix deeper emotions into the cracky silliness - that this is not just about the mug (as awesome, as I'm sure, mug is - hey, is there merchandise for this fic and I can buy it somehwere?) - but that it's something of Karl's that Orlando has now and that he treasures says something about the friendly competition as well as the friendship.

I love Dave, btw. Any chance I can marry him and take part in his RICHNESS?

And Monty Python? God, I LOVE you. And again, BON JOVI!!! I cannot possibly adore you more.

Sean just looked on and smiled the sort of bemused smile that he sometimes got when he had no idea what was going on. It was a look that he normally reserved for Viggo.

Again, lovely it of characterisation. It's so great how you so elegantly weave in that he's a bit older than the rest present at the table (and way saner than Vig).

Harry shook his head. "Just here for the company. And to help Orlando cheat."

Love the friendship between Harry and Orlando.

Sure enough, when Orlando turned his head to look, there were telltale bright swatches of color on Harry's cheeks. It was sort of charming. Sean, on the other hand, looked delighted, but not all that phased, by the compliment. Orlando figured if a man went around claiming he had a god-like tongue, he probably already knew he knew how to use it.

This is my favourite sentence of the chapter (I think, it's damn hard to choose). Because the characterisation is so awesome here, I love what this says about Harry and Sean, what it says about their relationship with Karl, and what it says about Orlando whose pov this is.

"Can I ask you something?"

Love the conversation that follows - for one because the story that Karl tells doesn't surprise me at all, it makes sense (and I still want to smack them). I love that it's no big drama between Karl and Harry, at least not the overly expressive wailing kinda thing. I love that Sean and Karl really are friends with benefits (thanks for the insight into the benefits btw :)) - with emphasis on the FRIENDS. I adore how flustered Sean is at Karl's suggestion, adore how Karl is totally omniscient and how Orlando still is the straightest of them all apparently.

So much love for this fic.

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Date: 2009-01-16 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigantine1.livejournal.com
*cackle* Loving this even more.

Garage sale poker, and Dave as a card shark. *snort* Srsly, I love the way you're writing Orlando's weird but wonderful NZ world, and all the delightful goofballs in it. :)

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
There are certainly a lot of goofballs to choose from. *g* Glad it's still working for you!!!!

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Date: 2009-01-17 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angiepen.livejournal.com
Nice to know Karl has this all planned out. [giggle/eyeroll] Not that I disapprove, mind you, it's just... very Karl. :)

Angie

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
That's Karl, man, figuring everything out for everyone. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-17 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spazzer-mctwich.livejournal.com
of course Karl would have everything figured out already, he's so generous taking care of Sean like that..

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Isn't he, though? He should get a medal. Or cookies. Or more hot sex. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-17 04:19 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] keyweegirlie.livejournal.com
Typical Karl. His earlier words to Orlando came back to him – sexiest mother hen in all of New Zealand. "You have anyone in mind? Just so I'm not surprised, you understand?" he asked, trying to maintain a straight face.

Karl looked at him like the answer should be obvious. "Orlando, of course."

And the plot thickens! ;)

I'm loving this so far and can't wait to see what's next.
*hugs*

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Hey, I didn't know you were reading this!!! *beams* Awesomesauce!

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Date: 2009-01-17 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tenaciousdin.livejournal.com
oh. :] usually i can't wait for when people finally get together cause i get all excited and worked up, haha! but i'm reaaaally loving this long, drawn-out, gradual movement to them all figuring it out. it makes you appreciate the orlando/sean thing all the more. :] GOOD JOB! heehee

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I'm so glad the slow burn is working for you, and the pacing of it. :)

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Date: 2009-01-17 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krazykitten46.livejournal.com
After I read "Silence" I thought I'd check out the rest of your work. I recognize your name but since I followed a link from Galor to your latest story I figured I had never friended you. To make a long story short (and yes, I'm not the type just to say 'good job' and go on my way) I'd like to see more, especially of this one. So if your don't mind I'd like to friend your fic journal and look around for awhile. I definitely want to read the first 9 chapters of this one. I'm wondering if anyone will get or has gotten into Orlando's pants.

bon

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Awesome, man, friend away! *grins*

And yes, Orlando's getting plenty of love from the ladies, but, oddly enough, it's not satisfying him at the moment. ;)

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Date: 2009-01-18 02:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rifleman-s.livejournal.com
""You and Karl really are the cutest couple on set," Dom remarked to Sean" *chortle* Cute indeed!!!

I loved the banter between them all - it had me giggling all the way through. But at the same time, there's a nice contrast between the serious thoughts each of them is having.

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thank you, baby, I'm glad the contrast works & that the humor is shining through! <33

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Date: 2009-01-18 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] january-snow.livejournal.com
Man, yet another corker!

i loved the concept of the poker game, have never heard the likes of it. Dave as a card shark, winning junk and crisps is highly entertaining. the local charity shops must've been so pleased to be able to off-load all their junk (electric window defogger?)

and the second part of the chapter, delicious! all the relationship concepts and are so strange, no wonder Orlando wonders about everyone's tangled love-lives, but they come across completely natural and credible, which i don't think can be taken for granted at all.

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Date: 2009-01-19 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Oh, back when I was living in Arizona, we used to have a poker game that was sort of like this one. But the items weren't nearly as cool. *g*

Glad you're enjoying it & that it feels real!!!

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Date: 2009-01-21 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparkedbylore.livejournal.com
Orlando had brooded over her statement for three days before he started to appreciate the irony in it.
It must have been fun for much of the cast ... all those cute, young, new things to watch, teach, and tease.

The garage sale poker game is a riot ... you know, if Harry was there for Orlando then he was available for betting.

Sean and Karl are so hot and so comfortable, seems a contradiction but happily I'm wrong.

Thank you.

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Date: 2009-01-22 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
know, if Harry was there for Orlando then he was available for betting.

This is a VERY good point. *g* I'll have to mention that to Orlando for the next game, which is, um, part 20, 21, something like that. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-26 12:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peersrogue.livejournal.com
Delightful - really enjoying this wonderful laid back story.

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Date: 2009-01-26 03:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, I'm having a blast with it!! :)

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Date: 2009-03-29 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kitty-trio.livejournal.com
All he did know was staring at Sean made him crave a smoke in the worst way.

*nods emphatically* Especially after Karl blows Billy's (and everyone else's) mind, and then Sean's & Karl's end to the night. Def need a smoke.

I really want to comment more coherently, but yeah, mind blown, ta love!

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Date: 2009-04-01 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Dude, I would totally need a cigarette after that. *g*

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