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Title: "Temporary Monogamy" (14/27)
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) |



"C'mon, Billy, block him!" Orlando called, and clapped his hands on his knees, watching the action as Billy managed to wrest the ball away from Dom and head to the other end of the pitch. It was an absolutely beautiful day – wispy clouds, great sun, the waves were perfect, and the beach all but deserted except for their group. When Sean and Dom had suggested the previous night that they get together for a friendly football match and some surfing, everyone had met the idea with enthusiasm, even Orlando, who tended to avoid football days, because he always got stuck with playing goalkeeper. Honestly, he knew he wasn't the most coordinated bloke on set (or at all, really), but he thought he'd make a right good forward if given half a chance. Besides, Lawrence and Sala should really be playing goalkeeper, on account of how massive they both were and all.

Lawrence stole the ball neatly from Billy, and kicked it off to Sean, who came barreling down to the goal, Dom and Viggo in hot pursuit. Orlando braced himself and watched the ball, waiting for the kick. He made a flying leap, sand dusting up everywhere, as he blocked the shot, and grinned when Marton, who was reffing today's game, whistled and gave his team the ball for the corner-kick.

"Helluva block," Sean said, and stood over him, body obstructing the sun, hair falling into his face as he held out a hand. The shadowed halo around him only emphasized the broad width of his shoulders. Like everyone else, he was dressed only in his swim trunks, and his chest gleamed with sweat.

Orlando took the hand gratefully and let Sean haul him to his feet. "Thanks, mate." He quickly started brushing sand off of himself.

"We'll make a proper footballer out of you yet."

"Tosser," Orlando grinned, and shoved playfully at Sean's chest. Sean danced out of the way, and put up his hands in a classic boxer's stance.

"Sure you want to tangle with me?"

"Oh, I could take you," Orlando replied, meeting Sean move for move, trying to find a weakness to exploit.

"Oi, stop fraternizing with the enemy and get back to your post!" Dom called.

"I take it he means us," Sean said, and clapped Orlando on the arm. "Catch you after, Montague, we'll have a proper duel."

"Not if I see you first, Capulet," Orlando replied, and shooed Sean away. "And keep an eye on Viggo, I think he's cheating again."

"Why else would I have him on my team?" Sean laughed, and started jogging out to meet the rest of his group. Orlando just grinned and stepped back in the box, ready to defend his turf once again.

***

After the game – 5-4, won by Orlando's team on a brilliant block by Elijah (of all fucking people), who'd managed to slide into Craig's knees and take him down, allowing Billy to steal the ball – Lawrence fired up the grill, and everyone scattered to their surf boards or to the towels to soak in some rays. Orlando couldn't remember the last time he'd been so relaxed – the past few weeks had been rough, not just work-wise, but in his own head. Yeah, sure, he knew everyone had their moments of self-doubt and inertia and pity and whatnot, but all of that moping about and navel-gazing really wasn't him. He could be as reflective as the next person, but this had been different. All of this inner whatever the hell it was, calling ex-girlfriends in the middle of the night, quoting poetry – poetry, like some sort of goth or something, avoiding his friends like the plague...no, that most definitely wasn't him. He was young and carefree and with an incredible group of people; he should be having the time of his life and learning everything he possibly could soak in.

He'd been relieved when things had (as much as they ever did around this lot) gone back to normal. He'd even lain off the dating thing for awhile – given himself a bit of a breather. Liv and Jemma both had a point, after all; he was never gonna find anyone unless he relaxed a little. No one wanted to be with anyone that smacked of desperation. Girls dug the whole self-confidence thing. He just needed to work on getting that back, and today was a grand enough day to start. After some time, he'd be back in the game, ready to take on all comers.

"Who's the band today, Dom?" he called, while struggling to get into his wetsuit. Dom was splayed out on one of the towels, portable CD player next to him, and the music was undeniable Irish rock (not a surprise, considering the source), but Orlando couldn't place the band.

"Cactus World News. I think Bono discovered them back in the early 90s."

"1984," Viggo corrected, without even bothering to look up from his book. He was sunning himself on the towel next to Dom.

"Ah, right you are, then," Dom nodded, shading his eyes as he gave Viggo a blinding smile.

"You ever get tired of sucking up to him?" Billy asked, walking up, his own surf board in tow.

"Not at all," Dom replied, cheerfully. Viggo just chuckled and kept reading. Looked like poetry in Norwegian or something.

"Shove over, ladies, man with meat coming through," Lawrence said, balancing a tray in his hands as Orlando and Billy parted to allow him access to the nearby grill.

"That sounds like a porn film," Billy said, and Lawrence just grinned.

"Well, my meat's certainly big enough."

"I really don't need to be a party to this conversation," Orlando said, shaking his head. "Lascivious brigands, all of you," he added, just as Sean walked up to join them, beer bottle loosely dangling from his fingers.

"Well, you know what Shakespeare has to say about us lascivious brigands."

Orlando stopped. "What?"

Sean raised an eyebrow, looking as if Orlando should already know the answer. "Lechery, sir; it provokes the desire..."

"But takes away the performance," Orlando finished with a laugh. He should have known Sean would start tossing the quotes around. He was forever trying to catch Orlando flatfooted.

"Too right. But I think I'd rather be lecherous," Billy said.

Orlando threw his arm around Billy's narrow shoulders. "Which explains why you've only got the old right hand for company."

"As soon as this one's done with Karl, you'll see."

Sean's smile was small, but no less wicked. "He may tire of me sooner than you think."

Which was a ridiculous thought, and anyone that had ever seen Sean and Karl together would know that. "Who in their right mind would get sick of you?" Orlando ignored Billy making kissy noises. Tosser, like he wasn't even worse with his mancrush on Karl.

Dom jerked a thumb at Orlando, gave Sean his best talk show host smile. "Think you've found your replacement when the time comes, Sean."

"Even if I was into blokes, which I'm not," Orlando reminded them, for what had to be the millionth time, "I'm quite certain Sean could do much better than me."

"Don't sell yourself short, Orlando, you've got plenty of good qualities," Sean said, and Orlando could just feel himself glowing on the inside at the compliment. Maybe Billy was right. He really was a sucker for Sean's approval.

"Thanks," he replied, softly, then kicked at Dom's foot. "You coming out with us or what?"

"Yeah, yeah," Dom grumbled, but got up. "Here, Sean, you can keep my towel warm for me."

Sean made himself at home on the space that Dom just vacated. "You might not get it back."

"We can wrestle for it later."

"Only if I can referee," Viggo countered, with a lascivious wink.

"Please, you'd have them wrestling naked in Jell-O," Orlando said. Viggo just grinned and didn't bother to deny it.

Definitely lascivious brigands, all of them. Most days, Orlando felt like a vestal virgin protecting her virtue.

Once Orlando, Billy and Dom were on the way to the shore, Orlando nudged at Dom's shoulder. "Can I get a favor from you?"

"Would you like chips with that?"

"Oi, are you trying to get me fat?"

Dom made a point of looking at Orlando's hips. "You could do with a bit of fattening up. No one likes skinny bitches. You'll never find a husband like that."

"I'll do my best to get some curves," Orlando promised, even if he thought that Dom was quite the fine one to be calling his kettle skinny, what with his hips and all.

"So, what can I do for you?"

"Keep Craig occupied."

"Why?" Billy asked, peering back at the grill, where Craig was helping Lawrence keep an eye on the steaks – which, in their case, meant drinking copious amounts of alcohol, but it wasn't like Craig and Lawrence didn't have the heads for it.

"He's not giving up on setting me up with his cousin," Orlando grimaced, just managing to suppress the shudder.

Dom and Billy nodded in commiseration. "Ah, right. She's a bit of a disaster, that one, isn't she?" Billy said.

"Too right," Orlando agreed. "I'd have asked Lij to do it, Craig's got a soft spot for him, but..."

"Yes, well, you can't trust Elwood, now, can you? Man's a bloody heathen."

Billy chimed in. "You know, he actually thinks it's normal to pour perfectly good tea over ice?"

"Get out." Orlando was strangely horrified and fascinated.

"Americans, I'll never get them," Dom said, and Billy murmured his own concurrence.

"So true," Orlando agreed. "So anyway, will you?"

"Yeah, of course, you know I've got you," Dom said, clapping Orlando on the back. "But now, gentlemen, our chariots await."

***

When Orlando finally decided he'd had enough of battling the waves, he waved to Dom that he was heading back to land. It was crazy how relaxed he felt, how loose and free. There was nothing quite like surfing, he thought, as he rose out of the water, droplets flinging everywhere, feeling like some sort of sea nymph, and started to make his way to the beach to dry off. When he trudged his way back ashore, Viggo had disappeared (probably to terrorize the seagulls or whatever sea birds New Zealand had), but he found Sean still setting up camp on Dom's towel. Just looking at him with the most peculiar expression on his face. Like Orlando'd done something out of character, and Sean was trying to figure it out.

"You alright, mate?" he asked, dropping to the towel next to Sean.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm good." But Sean's smile was slightly forced.

Where the hell was the bloody suntan lotion…? Orlando made a small noise of triumph when he found it, hidden under his floppy hat. "You sure?" he asked, not entirely convinced. By this time, he thought himself a pretty good expert on reading Sean's moods, and something was definitely off.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, too much sun."

Orlando squinted as he stared at Sean. "Looks good on you," he offered, with a waggle of his brows, hoping to lighten the mood. "You're a regular Adonis, you are."

"Oh, bugger off." But the smile on Sean's face was easier now, more like his real one. The one that made his eyes crinkle just so, and made the lines around his mouth more pronounced.

Orlando kicked at Sean's foot. "What, I'm serious, not like you don't know you're a sexy beast."

"You sound like Karl."

"And he'd know, now wouldn't he?" Orlando laid himself on his towel with a small noise of contentment. "This was a good idea."

"Yeah. Good to let everyone blow off some steam," Sean said, and they both looked up when a shadow crossed their path. Karl dropped on the towel next to Sean and gave him a soft kiss hello, then directed his attention to Orlando.

"Aren't you two the cozy picture?" Karl asked, looking far more amused than anyone had a right to.

Orlando just shook his head. Truly, he loved Karl, but he'd never quite understand some of the things he found funny. "When'd you get here, then?"

"Bit ago. Long enough to watch you wipe out on that last wave."

"I was holding my own before that," Orlando grumbled.

"Of course you were," Karl replied, amiably. "Fancy a walk before we stuff our gills?"

Sean shook his head. "You lads go on. I'm not up for more exertion."

"Lazy git, you haven't done a bloody thing since the match," Orlando said, fondly, as he sat up. "We'll bring you back a sea shell."

"I'd rather you bring me back a mermaid."

"Only if you promise to share," Karl joked, and rolled gracefully to his feet, Orlando following suit.

Sean just waved them off, and closed his eyes. He looked like a lizard sunning himself, if lizards were tanned and muscled and such. Maybe more like a panther, then. Jaguar. Something sleek and dangerous.

Christ, the sun was getting to him, Orlando thought, as he slid his feet into his Birks and followed after Karl down the beach. "Where've you been all day, anyway?" he asked, once they'd gotten out of earshot. "You missed some great waves."

"Being responsible and taking care of domestic things," Karl replied. "You wouldn't believe the laundry and cleaning that've piled up."

Orlando nodded in agreement. "Sucks to be an adult some days."

"That it does." Karl fished in the pockets of his board shorts and held up the fattest joint Orlando had ever seen. "Up for a smoke?"

"Christ, I think I love you," Orlando breathed, and made a grabbing motion. "I was just thinking the only thing the day lacked was some of Viggo's weed."

They made themselves at home on a small cove of rocks, and spent a long time in silence, passing the joint back and forth, watching the tide roll out. Orlando could feel every single bit of tension that was left in his body slowly leave, toke by toke. He sighed his contentment at the world, the day, his friends, and everything else in the universe. Fuck all this brooding about, man, he had everything he needed here on this beach. When he dropped his head on Karl's shoulder, Karl just placed a friendly kiss on top of his head, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, the embrace comforting.

"You mind if I ask you something?" Karl asked quietly, breaking the silence.

"Sure," Orlando shrugged. He was feeling far too relaxed and loose to deny anyone anything at the moment. Not that he would have denied Karl anyway.

"You remember when you walked in on me and Sean in the trailer the other week?"

Orlando groaned in embarrassment and pressed his face against Karl's shoulder. "I know, I feel like a prat."

Karl squeezed his arm, letting Orlando know everything was alright. "You looked like you weren't sure if you wanted the floor to swallow you or if you wanted to jump in the middle."

Orlando's head popped up. Karl was just sitting there, looking at him with a mixture of familiarity and curiosity, hazel eyes steady on his own. "Jump in the middle?"

"It's alright, you know. To be curious."

Curious? About...oh. Oh. Oh, God, Karl wasn't...he didn't... "I'm not, though, I don't...Christ, you know I don't..."

"Fuck it," Karl interrupted, and tugged on the back of Orlando's head, jerking him forward. Orlando made a small 'o' of surprise when Karl's tongue parted the seams of his mouth, sought entrance, lips a warm, heavy weight against his own, the rough bristles of Karl's beard scraping against his chin.

Karl was kissing him.

Karl Urban, one of his very best mates, the man that was almost like a brother to him, was kissing him. With tongue. And rather spectacularly skillfully, at that.

Fragmented thoughts flickered through Orlando's mind - I'm not...this isn't...Christ, this feels - before higher reasoning shut down, and he found himself just as eagerly returning the kiss, twining his tongue with Karl's as it deepened, lengthened, became something...well, rather goddamn grand.

Karl ended the kiss slowly, ending by pressing his forehead against Orlando's. Orlando wasn't sure he was going to be able to catch his breath. "Jesus," he managed, lips still tingling. He licked at them a little, still tasting Karl. "Um..."

"You alright?" Karl asked, pulling back far enough to study Orlando's face.

Orlando nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again. "Yeah, I mean...um. You kissed me."

"And you enjoyed it."

"You kissed me," Orlando repeated. It seemed really important that Karl understand that part. "Fuck me, Billy wasn't lying."

Karl laughed, the sound pleasant and light. "I'll take that as a compliment. And don't worry, I won't take advantage."

"Why?" Orlando held two fingers to his lips. He could still feel the buzz from Karl's beard. "Not the taking advantage bit, I mean, because I'm, uh..." He wasn't making any sense. None of this was making any sense.

"Because it is alright if you're curious," Karl replied, seeming to understand what Orlando was really asking, and patted his knee. "You're among friends here. No one's going to judge you in this crowd if you wanted to explore your options."

"But, um, you, I mean, we're..." Christ, why couldn't he think? It was like Karl had scrambled his brain or something. It was a bloody wonder that Sean ever managed to string two words together as much as he was constantly kissing Karl. Then he remembered Karl's comment about Sean being a better kisser, and he groaned. Good Lord, it was a wonder either of them ever got anything done. No wonder they were always snogging.

He couldn't believe he was thinking this. He didn't do the whole bloke thing. He just didn't.

"Just friends," Karl assured him, with another small smile. "Besides, you're still too young for me."

"Oh, lovely. Great." Then Orlando laughed, the sound high-pitched, even to his own ears. "That was..."

"It was a great kiss is what it was." Karl wrapped his arm back around Orlando's shoulders. "And that's all it was. Although I do have to give you props on your technique."

"Yeah?" Orlando couldn't help the pleased blush, even though he was still in shock. This was the most surreal night he could ever remember. "Fuck me, I kissed Cupid."

Karl's surprised laughter reverberated through him. "And Caesar, don't forget."

"Yeah," Orlando replied. Fuck. "Felt really nice," he admitted. He had no idea what that meant, either, but he thought it was important that he say it while he still had the courage.

Karl's dropped a paternal kiss to his forehead. "That's the point," he said, softly.

Orlando still wasn't entirely sure what in sweet fuck was going on, so he just nodded. It was easier. Thankfully, Karl seemed to understand, because he just sat there next to Orlando, not saying anything, allowing him space. Not that he really wanted space. Even though he did. Space led to thinking, and he'd been doing far too much of that lately, but fucking hell, it wasn't every day that your very virile, very male friend, snogged the living hell out of you.

Karl had kissed him.

And he'd really enjoyed it. Not like the whole hearts and flowers and forever after, but there was no denying the sparks. That, far from being repulsed at stubble and masculine lips, he'd been...well, he hadn't been repulsed, and it was best to leave it there.

He had a feeling it was going to be a very long time before he stopped thinking about it.


(To Be Continued)

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Date: 2009-01-26 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krazykitten46.livejournal.com
Orlando's in trouble. Before he was just thinking randomly but now his thoughts will be very singlar. Isn't he suppose to be thinking about Sean though or just a male/male relationship in general?

bon

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Well, considering that he's never thought about guys at ALL before now, baby steps are probably a good idea. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-26 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doylebaby.livejournal.com
*g* A whole new world has just opened for Orlando, I'm sure he's going to take advantage.
And Sean, I think he just saw the light where Orlando is concerned. ;)

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
*grins* Yeah, poor Sean, I have to imagine he was dumbstruck by Orlando walking out of the water like that.

And yes, Orlando will take advantage, but he's got some hurdles to cross before he gets there.

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Date: 2009-01-26 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com
Back to copy-pasting :). And it's too long for one comment...

"Tosser," Orlando grinned, and shoved playfully at Sean's chest. Sean danced out of the way, and put up his hands in a classic boxer's stance.

"Sure you want to tangle with me?"


Oooh, what a Kodak moment! I want it framed, almost naked Sean calling Orlando out. Ngh.

"And keep an eye on Viggo, I think he's cheating again."

How the hell can ANYONE cheat at beach football?! No, don’t explain, I probably really don’t wanna know…

All of this inner whatever the hell it was, calling ex-girlfriends in the middle of the night, quoting poetry – poetry, like some sort of goth or something, avoiding his friends like the plague...no, that most definitely wasn't him. He was young and carefree and with an incredible group of people; he should be having the time of his life and learning everything he possibly could soak in.

I’m quite in love with this – how you balance it out so perfectly that we’re not really sure whether Orlando really believes that, whether it is really true or not. Because both, his sunny as well as his broody side are so believable and captured quite nicely in this bit of introspection.

"Shove over, ladies, man with meat coming through," Lawrence said, balancing a tray in his hands as Orlando and Billy parted to allow him access to the nearby grill.

"That sounds like a porn film," Billy said, and Lawrence just grinned.


Billeh! My man, my soul mate, man that speaks what I am constantly thinking! I swear one of these days I’ll make a grand fool out of myself interpreting some really innocent bbq’ing as the biggest porn set up ever, and up embarrassing myself in front of relatives and it’s gonna be all your fault. Man with meat *giggles*

Also, I LOVE the way Sean and Orlando quote Shakespeare back at each other and how Sean gets just this liiittle bit of thoughtful and Orlando is all defending his honour, so innocently at that. I adore it.

"Thanks," he replied, softly, then kicked at Dom's foot. "You coming out with us or what?"

Just something really random: But I love the foot kicking thing :).

"Please, you'd have them wrestling naked in Jell-O," Orlando said. Viggo just grinned and didn't bother to deny it.

Yeah, Orli, but whose idea was this just now? To quote Jeff from “Coupling”: It’s PORN JELLY!!!!

Billy chimed in. "You know, he actually thinks it's normal to pour perfectly good tea over ice?"

"Get out." Orlando was strangely horrified and fascinated.


This is hands down my favourite bit everever (well, fav that doesn’t involve snogging at least :)). I can so hear Orlando’s horror and it’s the most hilarious thing ever that Billy chose that example of all things. – Do you think my husband Dave would mind if I add Billy to my harem? Dave can beat him at poker all day and Billy can be Scottish about it…

Like Orlando'd done something out of character, and Sean was trying to figure it out.

I love Orlando’s way with words. It’s so great to see him trying to suss out Sean here, and again doing it by trying to find matching descriptions and nailing it – even if he doesn’t even realize it. Love it.

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I really don't mind the C&P, you know.

Oooh, what a Kodak moment! I want it framed, almost naked Sean calling Orlando out. Ngh.

I want a copy, yo.

I’m quite in love with this – how you balance it out so perfectly that we’re not really sure whether Orlando really believes that, whether it is really true or not. Because both, his sunny as well as his broody side are so believable and captured quite nicely in this bit of introspection.

Thanks, baby. To be honest, I'm not quite sure myself that Orlando really believes his own brand of bullshit, but it's important to him that he SAY this sort of thing to himself, y'know?

Also, I LOVE the way Sean and Orlando quote Shakespeare back at each other and how Sean gets just this liiittle bit of thoughtful and Orlando is all defending his honour, so innocently at that. I adore it.

I was telling someone else that when they finally get together, I wouldn't be surprised if there was sonnet-quoting. No lie.

This is hands down my favourite bit everever (well, fav that doesn’t involve snogging at least :)). I can so hear Orlando’s horror and it’s the most hilarious thing ever that Billy chose that example of all things. – Do you think my husband Dave would mind if I add Billy to my harem? Dave can beat him at poker all day and Billy can be Scottish about it…

That part was a true story involving me & my Australian friend, Dee, who was HORRIFIED to learn that we make iced tea (and that Southerners actually make it SWEET. *g*) And Dave says he doesn't mind if Billy joins the harem. *g*

I love Orlando’s way with words. It’s so great to see him trying to suss out Sean here, and again doing it by trying to find matching descriptions and nailing it – even if he doesn’t even realize it. Love it.

Orlando may be oblivious, but he's a pretty smart cookie. About matters that don't pertain to him directly.




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Date: 2009-01-26 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com
... more gushing

"I'd rather you bring me back a mermaid."

I’m only saying that you gotta read the last addition to Paint I posted TODAY. *shakes head*


Sean just waved them off, and closed his eyes. He looked like a lizard sunning himself, if lizards were tanned and muscled and such. Maybe more like a panther, then. Jaguar. Something sleek and dangerous.

*snorts* A way with words indeed. A bit too long in the sun, Orli? Or maybe just staring at Sean into the sun for a bit too long, eh?

Fuck all this brooding about, man, he had everything he needed here on this beach.

I swear, right before I read that I was thinking the exact same thing. This fic makes me soso happy I want to crawl into my computer and set up permanent residence in between your words.

I adore the description of the kiss. No words man, sorry. Too busy being blown away.

"You kissed me," Orlando repeated. It seemed really important that Karl understand that part.

Hehe, I adore Orlando.

It was a bloody wonder that Sean ever managed to string two words together as much as he was constantly kissing Karl. Then he remembered Karl's comment about Sean being a better kisser, and he groaned. Good Lord, it was a wonder either of them ever got anything done. No wonder they were always snogging.

This is so perfect. Let me be all anal about it and explain your fic back at you, yeah :)? It’s perfect - this paragraph in particular but the entire scene, too – because you manage to write a conversation that by its sheer nature should feel forced and kinda uncomfortable and a bit wtf in a way that combines humour and insight, self-irony and a good amount of perving (over Karl AND Sean, I love how Orlando’s thoughts inevitably always drift back to Sean), camaraderie and confusion, that it ends up not feeling wtf at all, but it’s Karl being a really good mate and Orlando having an epiphany of the non brooding kind. And kissage, goddamn, that was hot.

Oh, lovely. Great." Then Orlando laughed, the sound high-pitched, even to his own ears. "That was..."

‘Perfect’ is the word you’re looking for, Orlando. – This line again, can’t tell you how much I adore that when flustered he happens to be so very British about it :).

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I still can't believe we both posted about Sean & Orlando & mermaids. *g*

I swear, right before I read that I was thinking the exact same thing. This fic makes me soso happy I want to crawl into my computer and set up permanent residence in between your words.

N'awww, thank you!! *HUGS* I wish I could visit these boys for realz. I think they're having a much better time than I am right now. *g*

I adore the description of the kiss. No words man, sorry. Too busy being blown away.

Thanks, baby. I struggled with that part forever because a) Karl was NOT supposed to kiss Orlando, just talk to him and b) I had to make the kiss hot enough that Orlando responded but not so hot that Orlando started following Karl around like a lovesick puppy. Given my inclination towards OTPing Karl & Orlando, that was hard work, yo.

It’s perfect - this paragraph in particular but the entire scene, too – because you manage to write a conversation that by its sheer nature should feel forced and kinda uncomfortable and a bit wtf in a way that combines humour and insight, self-irony and a good amount of perving (over Karl AND Sean, I love how Orlando’s thoughts inevitably always drift back to Sean), camaraderie and confusion, that it ends up not feeling wtf at all, but it’s Karl being a really good mate and Orlando having an epiphany of the non brooding kind.

GOOD!!! Because, man, if I'm not really getting in there & detailing all of the wild & wacky processes of Orlando's journey, then I'm doing it wrong. So I'm glad it's working.

And everything winds back to Sean. Duh. ;)

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Date: 2009-01-26 05:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katiemoose.livejournal.com
I am really enjoying this story. As much as I am looking forward to when Sean And Orlando actually get together. I love the build up to it. The struggle Orlando is going through and the lovely, comfortable relationship Sean & Karl have. It is all really deep and wonderful. I eagerly look forward to the next chapter.

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thanks, I'm so glad the pace is working for you. I mean, believe me, I'm just as impatient for them to get together, but I want to do the journey justice, y'know? :)

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Date: 2009-01-26 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vienna80er.livejournal.com
I love Karl's strategy. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Certainly can't fault it. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-26 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dienw.livejournal.com
Leave it to Karl to take matters into his own hands. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
And I love him SO much for it! *g*

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Date: 2009-01-26 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] giselleslash.livejournal.com
Why am I thinking of Karl dressed up like a young Jewish girl singing about matchmakers and such...

Hm. Strange that.

*g*

Mental image aside someone needs to pat Karl on the damn back for the getting the big gay ball rolling...or at least it's being pondered if not actually rolling - from Orlando's end at least. It looks like Sean's ball might actually be rolling now...*g*


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Date: 2009-01-28 06:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yeah, I wonder why. ;)

Sean's ball has done rolled, man. Orlando's a little slower, but he'll get there. I think someone owes Karl at least a blowjob for this. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-26 08:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] galor5.livejournal.com
Go Karl!!

Hopefully that was the wake-up call kiss Orlando needed to open his eyes to the possibilities.

Great job all around :)

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Let's just say, Orlando is definitely THINKING about things. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-26 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angiepen.livejournal.com
Wheee! :D And if Sean's even better at it than Karl, Orlando's just doomed. [beam]

And this:

feeling like some sort of sea nymph

Nymph?? LOL! Bit of a Freudian slip there...? [tickles Orlando]

Angie

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Oh yeah, Orlando's going to DIE the first time Sean kisses him. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-27 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amygirl.livejournal.com
LMAO...leave it to Karl to choose to demonstrate that it's okay for Orlando to be curious and to like kissing another guy by doing it that way... *snerks*

And don't think I'm onto you Mr.Urban. You probably did have some stuff at home to do but I'm thinking you just wanted to give Orlando and Sean some time to interact together in a non-work environment without you around.

Loved Sean's "Oh Crap" reaction to Orlando getting out of the water and the little domestic scenes between them and the thought that Sean tries to trip Orlando up with Shakespeare quotes because that's something that's important to the both of them (I can just picture them squabbling over what's better Macbeth or Hamlet) and is just such a Sean thing to do.

Just another wonderfully perfect chapter... *sighs happily*

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Well, y'know, no one ever said Karl was discreet in any way. *g*

And you, lady, are very clever. The thought did cross Karl's mind that throwing them together without him in the middle was a good idea. I have a feeling when Sean & Orlando finally get together, they'll be quoting sonnets. *facepalm*

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Date: 2009-01-27 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wendyr.livejournal.com
There is not enough Lawrence in fic. You win!

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Well, yeah, there were only, like, four of us writing him before Kielle died, so it's not like there was ever a plethora. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-27 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistry89.livejournal.com
Karl has put him further onto the slippery slope (Well done, I say!). *g*
This was their perfect day - one of those that sticks in your mind forever, nothing really big happened (until The Kiss) but it was lovely and .. memorable (I'm not the wordsmith here!).
Thank you, just love this story :)

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I gotta say, I was all GO KARL when I was writing that part. *g*

And thank you, baby!!!!

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Date: 2009-01-27 07:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spazzer-mctwich.livejournal.com
BEST. FRIEND, EVER. not many friends would take the initiative like that. sharing his pot and helping Orlando broaden his horizons...Karl is the sexiest mother hen in the world.

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Exactly so! *g* We should all have such good & helpful friends.

Temporary monogamy

Date: 2009-01-27 09:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] argentine65.livejournal.com
I wish I have a friend like Karl, just friends. And is Sean starting to see beyond? Thank you for sharing. Martha

Re: Temporary monogamy

Date: 2009-01-28 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Sean is definitely starting to get it. *pets him*

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Date: 2009-01-27 01:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rifleman-s.livejournal.com
"Definitely lascivious brigands, all of them. Most days, Orlando felt like a vestal virgin protecting her virtue."

What a fantastic line!!

"He had a feeling it was going to be a very long time before he stopped thinking about it."

No harm in that. No harm at all . . .

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thinking about it is a GOOD thing. *g* I keep telling Orlando that.

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Date: 2009-01-27 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rinakabu.livejournal.com
I really enjoy this story. Karl gave Orlando there something to think about! And it looks like Sean finally agrees with Karls idea, or he thinks about it.

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yeah, the ball's definitely starting to roll now. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-28 03:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tenaciousdin.livejournal.com
for some reason, when i finished reading this chapter i imagined orli having a heart to heart conversation with his mom about life and love and being confused in general and her being all comforting and mom-like. weird but, aaaaaaw haha! :] yay things are looking up

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Date: 2009-01-28 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Well, he does the next best thing, let's put it that way. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-28 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] january-snow.livejournal.com
oh, i just so love this!

can imagine the gorgeous day on the beach, everybody well chilled, and Karl and Orlando going for a little extra-recreational break.

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Date: 2009-01-29 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yeah, I definitely think it's a day that Orlando won't soon forget. *g*

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Date: 2009-02-01 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ireth06.livejournal.com
Yeah finally had the time to appreciate this fic without the telly or anything else interupt! (means I'm three chapters behind but I'm about to try and read them all before hubby wakes up and turns up the telly again!)

Lovely chapter, It's good to see Karl is the one who shows snogging guys can be fantastic as well!

Now Orlando needs to let it all sink in ... slowly ... *g*
I have a feeling he will get there eventually!

Thanks for sharing hugs and kisses!

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Date: 2009-02-02 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Hee, awesome, I approve!!! :)

I do love that Karl was the one to break Orlando's cherry, so to speak. *g* And yes, Orlando WILL get there, but it's slow going, man.

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Date: 2009-02-06 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparkedbylore.livejournal.com
"And keep an eye on Viggo, I think he's cheating again."
He's a wreck in this fic. Fun.

the past few weeks had been rough, not just work-wise, but in his own head.
Such a casual phrase, but I don't know anyone who won't recognize the feeling or the place.

Lascivious brigands
!!! I want some. I also want to steal that phrase.

Orlando trying to take a dating break, and needing help to get Craig to lay off is too cute. For once the Hobbits are helping without a fuss. (Well, we'll see if they do, I guess.)

Sea nymph ... good thing Sean was already laying down.

Don't brood, smoke & cuddle instead. It is a lovely image though.

Karl Urban, one of his very best mates, the man that was almost like a brother to him, was kissing him. With tongue. And rather spectacularly skillfully, at that.
*sporfle*

*hopping in place* Karl's gonna seduce Orlando into taking Sean?!?

You can see that much as I love your descriptions I am completely caught up in the interactions.

Thank you.

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Date: 2009-02-07 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Viggo is a special brand of special. *g* And there is totally a reason why he & Karl get on.

Glad you're enjoying it!!!

(Also, I think we all need icons that say 'Lascivious Brigands Brigade'. *g*)

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Date: 2009-02-08 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparkedbylore.livejournal.com
Oh crap, I don't know how to make a gif. But I'm thinking all those lovely pics with the over the top headgear.

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Date: 2009-02-08 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Neither do I, but it's a great thought. *g*

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