Lifelike

Jul. 5th, 2011 08:37 am
[identity profile] vbmods.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] wordsontongue
Title: Lifelike
Author: [livejournal.com profile] helena_s_renn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Prompt(s): #23: tumble
Disclaimer: As always. This is fiction. It never happened.
Summary: During LOTR main filming, Sean receives an unusual gift.
Author's Note: This is an excerpt of a longer WIP. I had hoped to use it in its entirety, but this can be a teaser.



Lothlórien, home of the ancient Elves and a certain peroxide-blond New Zealander, gave Boromir closer contact with Aragorn. In Tolkien's book, time stood still yet they were there a month, and that was what it felt like to Sean, too. There were times one of them would be needed for other sets, but for the most part, Peter kept them together under the mallorn trees as much possible. The flets were real, they even slept on them one night (with nets below). It was here that Boromir and Aragorn were to become something more than rivals as the film version went. In Sean's mind, it was because they had become lovers, and he let Boromir act so. In reality, he and Viggo hadn't kissed, nor had they touched each other long enough for either of them to get off.

He was frustrated. Needs that tended to be roused at some point during the day, whether with a furtive sideways glance or more frottage in a secluded corner, could be and were taken care of with a furtive self-induced release. It kept the poisons down. But masturbation wasn't satisfying, especially when he was quite sure there was more to be had. He hadn't been physically aroused by a man in years. It bothered him to think Viggo was toying with him. If he was toying with Sean, who else was he toying with?

Maybe "what" he was toying with was a better speculation. Still shaken from what he'd put into the performance of meeting Galadriel, Sean tumbled himself into bed, only to bang his shin on...

...Another one. This was carved of warm, light-colored wood, exquisitely rendered to look lifelike but arty. It would very well have been a rendering of an Elf's phallus, for how graceful it was. Sean wondered what the hell he was supposed to make of it. Was this from Viggo, or was it the mouthy Marchwarden, or maybe even Marton, who he'd suspected was staring at him when Sean's attention was focused two feet to his left? No one revealed a clue. As for the toy, it went into his happenstance collection.

Date: 2011-07-31 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] savageseraph.livejournal.com
Another one???? Ahahahahaha!!! This was delicious. I like how Sean's frustrations develop throughout the fic, and I love how there are maany possible culprits for the prank at the end of the fic.

And you know, no matter which of them left it, it could lead to a very hot sequel. *grins*

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