Possibility

Possibility

Posted: October 2004
Title: Possibility
Author: rotschopf
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Orlando
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I also don't mean to bash Kate Bosworth here. not harm intended, no profit made
Warnings: angst, language, fluff, implied het
Beta: Laebeth *hugs* Thank you!

Summary: a morning not quite as expected...

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He felt warm. And cosy. And good. In that order. Warm, cosy and good. He instinctively scooted closer to the source of warmth, wrapping his arms around it. He wasn't too surprised when his sleep-befuddled mind noticed that it was another person providing the heat. He didn't even bother to think about who he was lying in bed with on that late morning. There was only one person in his life he woke up to on a regular basis. He smiled and buried his face between two perfectly sculpted shoulder blades, placing a kiss on the spine. The first alarm bell went off in his head, though quietly. The smell wasn't quite familiar. He shrugged mentally, letting his hands wander upwards to supposedly cup one of his girlfriend's firm breasts. His eyes flew open. Where two mounts of delectable flesh were supposed to rise under his hands, he only encountered flatness. Well, not exactly flat, but definitely not shaped like a woman's chest.

Slowly, realisation dawned on him. He definitely wasn't in bed with Kate. He was in bed with a man! His first instinct was to jump a mile away from his companion, and out of the bed. But his lazy limbs didn't really cooperate with his intention. On the contrary, they were wrapping themselves more firmly around the body spooned against him. More so, his own body definitely liked the closeness of the other manly shaped one, if the hard-on he was sporting was any indication.

He slowly lifted his head from the other man's back to peek over his shoulder. Maybe it was at least someone he knew, though he wasn't sure if he wanted it to be. His heart started to thumb madly against his chest when he realised that he indeed knew this man. How could he not? A gentle face covered with morning stubble, full red lips slightly parted, lashes so long and thick that they were visible even in the heaviest rain when you couldn't even tell if the person before you was blond or brunette, elegantly arched eye-brows... How could he not recognise him?

His head dropped back to the comfortable spot between those shoulder blades, a quiet groan escaping him. He felt more than heard the other man holding his breath; obviously he was awake.

Orlando cleared his throat. "Craig?"

"Yes?" came the soft reply.

"How--" He cleared his throat again. "Did we do what I think we did last night?"

Craig shifted slightly. "If the soreness in my arse is an indicator, I'll say yes, we did."

Orlando groaned again, burying his face deeper in Craig's back. He was painfully aware of his morning wood, Craig's scent and the weight of his body against Orlando not helping in the slightest. "Kate's going to kill me."

"Joel is going to kill me first."

"Shit." Orlando wanted to shift away from Craig's warmth, but he found himself cuddling up even more to the man. "Can--Do you remember?"

Craig turned his head a bit, his cheek coming to rest against Orlando's hair. "Not much." He swiped one hand over his face. "Must have been one hell of party yesterday."

The party. The premiere party of his latest movie. The party Kate had refused to go to because there were too many un-cool people attending. The party were he had run into Craig. The party were they had gotten drunk together.

After that, everything was blurry. He vaguely remembered leaving the party together with Craig. Everything else was an unconscious stream of images. The first heated kiss in the elevator of Orlando's hotel. The kisses that had followed in Orlando's room. The touches and the burning hunger. The fulfilment and joy when Orlando had come deep in Craig's arse, when Craig--

"You fucked me too," Orlando mumbled. "Without condom. Shit."

Craig finally turned in Orlando's arms, and Orlando was greeted with the sparkling sapphire blue of Craig's eyes. "I'm clean. I got tested two months ago."

"Craig?"

" Hmm?"

"Does this feel right to you, too?" Orlando didn't meet Craig's gaze. He felt too vulnerable and exposed to read the answer in Craig's hypnotising eyes. And he didn't know why he even asked. There was no point in it. Craig was happy with Joel, he was happy with Kate. Well, supposedly happy. Except for her constant whining, her only interest in her looks and her inability to hold a conversation beyond the script she was currently working on.

"Yes." They fell silent. Orlando felt Craig's fingertips drawing idle patterns on his back, leaving goose bumps in his wake. Inevitably, Orlando flexed his fingers into Craig's chest, nuzzling his face into Craig's neck. Yes, this felt right. It felt honest and genuine. He didn't feel the need to hide from Craig. He simply-- felt. " Orlando?"

Orlando's heart jumped into his throat. "Yeah?"

"What're we going to do? I mean--about this. About us."

"I don't know." He sighed. "I know what I *want* to do. But I think that hardly counts for something."

"Tell me," Craig whispered, his fingers now leaving Orlando's skin to caress his scalp. "Tell me what you want to do."

"I'd love to see where I could take us. Where *we* could go. But that's not very likely to happen, is it? You love Joel..."

"I do." Craig's lips whispered softly over Orlando's forehead. "But I came here for a reason, Orlando."

" A reason?" Orlando winced at the squeak that was supposed to be his voice.

"Yes. I wanted to know."

" To know what?"

Craig shifted to look into Orlando's eyes. "When we did Lord of the Rings, I was in love with you. I didn't act upon my feelings, as you might recall." The smirk had an almost teasing quality, and Orlando couldn't help but smirk back. "After we were done, and you were gone, I fell for Joel. Hard. But you were always there. In my dreams, in my thoughts, in my heart. He knows that. He wanted me to come clean. And I did."

Orlando narrowed his eyes. "Are you telling me that I was some kind of experiment to see if you could fuck me out of your system or not?"

Craig frowned. "No... That's not what I'm saying. I needed to know where my heart is."

"And you expected to find out by fucking me? Well, fuck you, Parker!" Orlando tried to get away from Craig, but the Kiwi tightened his hold. "Let me go!"

Craig grabbed Orlando's jaw firmly, forcing him to look him in the eye. "You fucked me, too, remember? I don't bottom just for anybody. Especially not without protection." Craig's hold loosened slightly. "And I knew where my heart lies before I kissed you the first time."

Orlando shoved Craig away and got out of bed. He didn't want to listen to Craig's false excuses. That was beneath him. He stalked to the bathroom without looking back, slamming the door shut behind him. Who did Craig think he was? Did he really think he could just walk into Orlando's life and screw it up, only because he was on a mission? Oh, he could so see where this would have lead. Into disaster. Into chaos. Into heartbreak. But why had it felt so right, then, lying in Craig's arms, breathing in his scent, drowning in this abysmal depth of his eyes?

He leaned on the sink, staring into the void and listening intently for any kind of noise from the bedroom. He only wanted Craig to leave. To leave the room, to leave the country and to fucking leave his life. He couldn't believe he screwed his relationship with Kate because Craig fucking Parker was on a self seeking mission.

The bathroom door opened, and Orlando met Craig's gaze in the mirror. "What do you want?" Craig didn't answer, but stared back at him. "Again, what do you want?" Orlando said sharply.

Craig still didn't answer, but he did move. He moved behind Orlando, placing his hands next to his on the sink and prodding his chin on his shoulder. "Look at us, Orlando."

"Why should I?" he retorted defensively.

"If your reaction tells me anything, it's that you want this to work as much as I do." Craig straightened up and pulled Orlando firmly against his chest.

"You are delusional."

Craig chuckled softly, which only enraged Orlando further. "If you're going to have delusions, you might as well go for the really satisfying ones."

Orlando blinked. Then, he started to laugh. "You *are* delusional, Craig." He leaned back into the embrace. "I see a possibility."

"Huh?"

"You asked me to look at us. And I see a possibility."

Craig placed an open-mouthed kiss on Orlando's shoulder and smiled. "I see more than a possibility."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I see a beginning."

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THE END

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