WARNING:
this story may have explicit depictions of sex between men and women,
men and men, and women and women.
If you are offended by erotica, explicit sex, or gay porn, please
go elsewhere.
It is LOTR
RPS -- it uses the names of real people involved in making the Lord
of the Rings movies.
This story is not true. I made it up.
In Sync
Pairing: Pam Racine / Elijah Wood Rating: PG-13Date: September 20, 2005 Feedback: yes please! Disclaimer: not true, I made it up Archive: yes, go ahead, please let me know Warning: Written in second-person singular stream-of-consciousness. Also het, but you shouldn't be surprised by that from me any more. Notes: Thanks to anatsuno, for encouragement and v. light beta. Inspired by the Pam-appreciation of oneangrykate and jubilancy More notes:
Pam has been seen with Elijah a lot, she's a dancer/percussionist with
Gogol Bordello, the gypsy punk band started by Eugene Hutz, who's in
Everything is Illuminated.
In Sync
You
don't remember exactly when you met him, it was sometime after Eugene
got the call about the movie and he was all "Liev, Elijah, Elijah and
Liev." And then Liev and Elijah came to a gig, and they were cool.
Elijah started hanging out, clowning around with Eugene. Such a music
geek, he'd recognize any cover by the first couple of chords and get
into arguments over who did what in some obscure indie band. But still,
kinda cool. He didn't pretend he was a real musician, like Keanu or
Russell Crowe did. He was shy really, for a movie star.
Not that you'd seen any of his movies.
Well,
your roommate got Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on Netflix, and
you watched most of his scenes while you were pretending to read that
porn star's book. He was OK, looked dumb in that haircut.
Not that dyed black hair looked all that great either.
Elijah
made himself useful, helped out the sound guy, and paid for drinks
pretty often. You got used to having him around. Forgot he was new when
you did the banter thing with Eugene, the one you always did, where he
demanded a blowjob and eventually got permission to kiss your hand.
Elijah looked kinda shocked, and then laughed, at the end there.
And
eventually, you watched the Lord of the Rings movies, and
fast-forwarded most of the parts he wasn't in, and found yourself
sniffling a little bit at the end. You looked at him a little different
after that. Not because of the movie star thing, you're determined to
be cool about that. Still. He did a good job, and that was a hell of a
big movie.
Then, that one time, when he scrunched his
forehead up like Frodo, and you laughed at him and teased, and he
blushed. You said something about his smooth skin and he said he had a
deal with his agent, that he'd take care of it and she wouldn't bug him
about his smoking. That made you sniff, because you hate kissing guys
who smoke. But he smokes those clove things, and they're not so bad,
more like incense or something. You bummed a hit off it and it tasted
OK.
You were sitting pretty close to him, in someone's
apartment after a good gig, all that great energy floating around the
room. Everyone was watching Eugene -- as usual -- who was doing this
kindof flamenco dance around some chick in black fishnets who was even
taller than him.
Elijah whispered "think it's really a
girl?" which made you snicker 'cause you were thinking exactly the same
thing. And the two of you were in sync, but you were still not used to
bending down to kiss a guy. Even though he's a really good kisser.
Primo kisser. Not too shy, not too pushy: perfect combination of
sensitive and confident kisser. You sank down into the couch a little
and snuggled into him and felt his hand on your neck and thought, damn,
he's good.
