| Title: To Comfort Author: Jo Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Dominic Monaghan Rating: R Summary: "If you can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with..." Disclaimer: Didn't happen, not true. If you believe it, well...you need a reality check. Author's Notes: No f'n idea where this came from, but it wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote it. And yes, I shamelessly stole the line from the song. This one's for Bonnie because she asked so nicely. :)
Dom looked up into concern-filled brown eyes. Hiw own were bloodshot and swollen, his nose red. All because he'd been hiding in his trailer and crying for two hours. "Nothing t'talk about," he mumbled and turned away. Orli sighed and sat down beside him. One arm draped across the back of the couch as long legs stretched out in front of him, crossing at the ankles. "Sure about that, Sblomie?" Orli frowned when Dom shrugged. "Can't talk about it." Orli had to strain to hear the whispered comment. Another sigh and his long fingers shifted to toy with Dom's hair. "Can't or won't?" Orli asked. Dom just shrugged again. Orli studied him for a moment, noting the way Dom held himself rigidly. One finger stroked the back of his neck. "We're friends, aren't we, Dom?" Orli paused just long enough for Dom to nod. "And friends help each other, right?" Another pause, another nod. "Then let me help you." Dom glanced at him and then let his eyes drop, staring at the fingers that twisted in his lap. He sniffled softly. Long minutes passed in silence, and then he spoke. "It's Lij," he said softly. Orli's hand shifted again, this time coming fully to rest on the back of Dom's neck where long fingers began a gentle massage. "What about Lijah?" Orli asked. He sounded as if he already knew. "Everything," Dom said. His head fell forward as Orli's fingers applied light pressure to the knotted muscles. "You're in love with him," Orli said quietly. "And, as far as he's concerned, you're just best mates." Dom's head snapped up. "How did --" "I know?" Orli asked, finishing the question before Dom could. Dom nodded. "It's easy to see our own faults when they're mirrored in someone else." Confused, Dom stared at the tall, lanky man sitting beside him. Was Orli saying that he was in love with Lij, too? Or.... Blue-grey eyes widened and he stared at Orli in shock. "You mean --" "Yeah," Orli said with a soft, bitter laugh. "You hobbits are always going on about how I could have anyone I wanted and all that rubbish. But the one person I want more than anything thinks I'm just some kid that'll fuck anything that moves." "Oh, God," Dom breathed. "Orli, I'm sor--" "Don't worry about it," Orli said quickly. He shrugged, the gesture faintly self-mocking in it's simplicity. "I've lived with it this long so I doubt it'll kill me." "But it doesn't make it feel any better," Dom mumbled and then sniffled again. "No, it doesn't," Orli whispered. Dom was startled to realize Orli had shifted positions so that his lips now brushed strands of blond-tipped hair. He turned to look and his lips were caught in a soft kiss. It was sweet and tender and warm. And so very, very sad. Dom broke the kiss and pulled back far enough to see the wistful look in Orli's dark eyes. "We shouldn't do this," Dom said. "Why?" "Because you don't want me," Dom said. He didn't sound very sure of himself. It was hard to think with Orli's fingers caressing his neck and jaw. "So? If you can't be with the one you love," Orli whispered as he leaned in and brushed his lips across Dom's. "Then love the one you're with," Dom finished in a breathless voice. "Right, Sblomie," Orli said and Dom could hear the sad acceptance in his voice. It echoed the feeling in his own heart. If he couldn't have Lij, well...he could have someone who wanted to be with him. He wasn't using Orli any more than Orli was using him. They were friends. And friends helped each other. So they would. Help each other. Because, more than anything, Dom wanted to comfort and to be comforted. No more words were spoken. None were necessary. Hands touched and lips kissed. Tongues tasted and bodies, free for clothing, moved together in a dance as old as time. Neither was thinking of the other when they came, together, and they both knew it. Afterwards, it didn't matter that Orli wasn't Lij and Dom wasn't Viggo. All that mattered was that, for a little while at least, they had comforted each other.
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