Fork in the Road (Billy/Orlando) G
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moit_ficsTitle: Fork in the Road
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Fandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Billy/Orlando
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, H/C
Summary: Orlando is sick, so he calls a friend to take care of him.
Word Count: 644
Why he chose Billy was anyone’s guess. Dom an Elijah were out for obvious reasons and Sean had hen-pecked Elijah to death so much that Orlando steadfastly refused to call him.
Orlando could hardly see the buttons on his mobile when he dialed Billy’s number.
“Heddo? Billy, id Orlado.”
“You sound terrible, lad. Are you sick?”
“Yeah. Cad you brig me sub DyQuil?”
“Of course. Do you need anything else?”
Orlando scanned the mess across the coffee table. “Sub more tissues?”
“Absolutely. I’ll be there soon.”
Orlando ended the call and dropped the mobile on the couch next to him. His body was alternating between sweltering hot and freezing cold. Currently, he was freezing, so he draped a blanket over his shoulders and curled into a ball.
When Billy knocked, he made his way to the door with the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. “Hi,” he said miserably.
Billy held out a carrier bag. “I threw in a few extra things for you.”
“Thags. You cad cob in, if you wad. I dod thig I’b contagious.”
“I planned to keep you company for a bit,” Billy grinned.
Orlando led him back to the living room, which he’d transformed into a veritable sick room. The coffee table was covered in tissues, cups, half-empty bowls of soup, cough drop wrappers, and several bottles of medication.
“How long have you been sick?” Billy asked, moving a couple pillows so he could sit down.
“Two days.”
“That’s rotten. Pete finally gives us a week off and you have to spend it sick.”
“Tell be aboud it. I knew I was gedding sick before, but I thod I’d be over it by dow.” He looked down into the sack and his eyes lit up. He pulled out a warm Starbucks cup and inhaled the spicy aroma. “You dow by drink!”
“Of course I do!” Billy laughed.
Orlando set the chai on the coffee table and dug deeper into the bag. He found a bottle of NyQuil, a bottle of ginger ale, a box of tissues, and a bag of the little butterscotch candies Sir Ian carried in his pockets that Orlando was so fond of.
“You did’t have to do all dis,” Orlando said.
“I wanted to,” Billy replied, sounding concerned.
Orlando adjusted the blanket around his shoulders and pulled his feet underneath himself. He reached for the Starbucks cup. “Mmm,” he sighed. “I hab’t had solid food in days, bud dis is totally word it.”
Billy smiled and watched Orlando nurse his tea.
When Orlando finished, he traded the Styrofoam cup for a dose of NyQuil. “I hade licorice,” he said, making a face. He adjusted his blanket again and nuzzled his face into Billy’s side until his head was lying in Billy’s lap.
“Comfortable?” Billy asked.
“Yeah,” Orlando sighed.
Billy carded a hand through Orlando’s slightly damp curls. The show on the telly was some family sit-com, but he didn’t really mind.
*
When Orlando woke, it was morning. Billy’s lap was still beneath his head and his chill had given way to feeling a bit warm, but not overheated. He sat up and the blanket slid from his shoulders.
Somehow, Billy had managed to sleep sitting up. He stirred as Orlando stood up. “I wasn’t expecting to fall asleep. I must have been more tired than I thought.”
“Same here. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well.”
“You sound better today.” Billy stood up and stretched.
“Thanks to you.”
Something came over Orlando suddenly. He would later claim it was a heady combination of the after-effects of the NyQuil, feeling better, and Billy’s cologne. That something made him lean down and kiss Billy square on the mouth. Something mutual made Billy kiss back.
Years later, Billy would tease Orlando that he knew exactly what he was doing when he dialed Billy’s mobile.
Author:
moitFandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Billy/Orlando
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, H/C
Summary: Orlando is sick, so he calls a friend to take care of him.
Word Count: 644
Why he chose Billy was anyone’s guess. Dom an Elijah were out for obvious reasons and Sean had hen-pecked Elijah to death so much that Orlando steadfastly refused to call him.
Orlando could hardly see the buttons on his mobile when he dialed Billy’s number.
“Heddo? Billy, id Orlado.”
“You sound terrible, lad. Are you sick?”
“Yeah. Cad you brig me sub DyQuil?”
“Of course. Do you need anything else?”
Orlando scanned the mess across the coffee table. “Sub more tissues?”
“Absolutely. I’ll be there soon.”
Orlando ended the call and dropped the mobile on the couch next to him. His body was alternating between sweltering hot and freezing cold. Currently, he was freezing, so he draped a blanket over his shoulders and curled into a ball.
When Billy knocked, he made his way to the door with the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. “Hi,” he said miserably.
Billy held out a carrier bag. “I threw in a few extra things for you.”
“Thags. You cad cob in, if you wad. I dod thig I’b contagious.”
“I planned to keep you company for a bit,” Billy grinned.
Orlando led him back to the living room, which he’d transformed into a veritable sick room. The coffee table was covered in tissues, cups, half-empty bowls of soup, cough drop wrappers, and several bottles of medication.
“How long have you been sick?” Billy asked, moving a couple pillows so he could sit down.
“Two days.”
“That’s rotten. Pete finally gives us a week off and you have to spend it sick.”
“Tell be aboud it. I knew I was gedding sick before, but I thod I’d be over it by dow.” He looked down into the sack and his eyes lit up. He pulled out a warm Starbucks cup and inhaled the spicy aroma. “You dow by drink!”
“Of course I do!” Billy laughed.
Orlando set the chai on the coffee table and dug deeper into the bag. He found a bottle of NyQuil, a bottle of ginger ale, a box of tissues, and a bag of the little butterscotch candies Sir Ian carried in his pockets that Orlando was so fond of.
“You did’t have to do all dis,” Orlando said.
“I wanted to,” Billy replied, sounding concerned.
Orlando adjusted the blanket around his shoulders and pulled his feet underneath himself. He reached for the Starbucks cup. “Mmm,” he sighed. “I hab’t had solid food in days, bud dis is totally word it.”
Billy smiled and watched Orlando nurse his tea.
When Orlando finished, he traded the Styrofoam cup for a dose of NyQuil. “I hade licorice,” he said, making a face. He adjusted his blanket again and nuzzled his face into Billy’s side until his head was lying in Billy’s lap.
“Comfortable?” Billy asked.
“Yeah,” Orlando sighed.
Billy carded a hand through Orlando’s slightly damp curls. The show on the telly was some family sit-com, but he didn’t really mind.
*
When Orlando woke, it was morning. Billy’s lap was still beneath his head and his chill had given way to feeling a bit warm, but not overheated. He sat up and the blanket slid from his shoulders.
Somehow, Billy had managed to sleep sitting up. He stirred as Orlando stood up. “I wasn’t expecting to fall asleep. I must have been more tired than I thought.”
“Same here. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well.”
“You sound better today.” Billy stood up and stretched.
“Thanks to you.”
Something came over Orlando suddenly. He would later claim it was a heady combination of the after-effects of the NyQuil, feeling better, and Billy’s cologne. That something made him lean down and kiss Billy square on the mouth. Something mutual made Billy kiss back.
Years later, Billy would tease Orlando that he knew exactly what he was doing when he dialed Billy’s mobile.
