FIC: "The Party", LOTR RPS (KU/VM/CP). PG
Title: The Party
Author: rian219
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Karl Urban/Viggo Mortensen/Craig Parker
Rating: PG, for swearing
Disclaimer: This is completely untrue. I have no knowledge of any of these people's personal lives.
Summary: Craig's seen the photos of Karl and Viggo from Japan, and he's not happy.
Author notes: Written for the show-not-tell jealousy challenge. First post to this community. In fact, first post of fic anywhere on LJ. This was written in 60 minutes all up. I had to finish it a little abruptly, because I was running out of time. Hopefully it's not too jarring.
The party was getting into full swing. The alcohol was flowing, the conversation was getting more rowdy, and every song that was put on was louder than the one before. Craig sat on a lounge in the corner of the room, by himself, playing with the label of his beer bottle. He so was not in the mood for this tonight. He'd only come because it was Dave's party, his "Welcome us foreigners back to New Zealand" party, and Dave had said he really wanted him to be there. Those puppy dog eyes of his were so persuasive sometimes. Bastard.
Craig had hoped that once he'd arrived and got some grog into him he might feel a bit more sociable, but it hadn't happened. He hadn't been there five minutes before his night was ruined, because that's when he'd heard the laughter, and had turned to see what was going on.
Karl. That's what was going on. Karl, and Viggo. Fantastic. Just what he needed.
They were standing in the opposite corner of the room near the stereo, looking through Dave's cds. Obviously whatever they had found there was hilarious, because they were almost helpless with laughter. They were both practically doubled over, clutching each others arms for support, their foreheads almost touching. Just like in those photos from Japan.
Craig had been stunned when he'd seen those photos. He had known that Karl and Viggo had gotten close during filming, everyone knew that, it was obvious. But these photos, they were different. The intimacy that they'd showed, the closeness. The touching. In every one they were touching. Craig could barely stand it. He had festered over those photos for what seemed like forever, he couldn't help himself. Just when he'd started to let it go, he was here, at Dave's party, and it was being replayed for him. Only this time in live action. He got himself another couple of beers, then set about placing himself as far away as possible from the two of them.
So here he was, on the lounge, by himself, picking the label off his beer. What did they say about people that did that? Oh, yeah, that they were sexually frustrated. That was just perfect. Perfect. The scowl on his face was scaring away any potential pick ups, he knew that, but he didn't give a shit. He took another swig from his beer, looking out into the crowd as he did so, and looked straight into Karl's eyes. Fuck.
He looked away quickly, slamming his beer back onto the table in front of him, spilling it. He wiped his hand down the leg of his jeans, watching the skin on his knuckles turn from deathly white back into a semblance of normal skin colour. That was a surprise. He hadn't realised he'd been gripping the bottle that hard. Suddenly a shadow fell over him, and he heard an all too familiar voice.
"Hi Craig. How's things?"
"Alright," Craig mumbled. He couldn't bring himself to meet Karl's eyes.
Karl sat down beside him, leaning his thigh against Craig's. Craig moved, trying to put as much room as possible between them, to get away from the heat emanating from the other man. Karl shifted closer.
"What have you been up to?" Karl asked.
"Nothing much. I'm going to get another beer, OK mate?"
With that Craig sprang up off the lounge with a force that surprised even him, and practically ran into the kitchen, leaving a bewildered Karl in his wake.
Author: rian219
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Karl Urban/Viggo Mortensen/Craig Parker
Rating: PG, for swearing
Disclaimer: This is completely untrue. I have no knowledge of any of these people's personal lives.
Summary: Craig's seen the photos of Karl and Viggo from Japan, and he's not happy.
Author notes: Written for the show-not-tell jealousy challenge. First post to this community. In fact, first post of fic anywhere on LJ. This was written in 60 minutes all up. I had to finish it a little abruptly, because I was running out of time. Hopefully it's not too jarring.
The party was getting into full swing. The alcohol was flowing, the conversation was getting more rowdy, and every song that was put on was louder than the one before. Craig sat on a lounge in the corner of the room, by himself, playing with the label of his beer bottle. He so was not in the mood for this tonight. He'd only come because it was Dave's party, his "Welcome us foreigners back to New Zealand" party, and Dave had said he really wanted him to be there. Those puppy dog eyes of his were so persuasive sometimes. Bastard.
Craig had hoped that once he'd arrived and got some grog into him he might feel a bit more sociable, but it hadn't happened. He hadn't been there five minutes before his night was ruined, because that's when he'd heard the laughter, and had turned to see what was going on.
Karl. That's what was going on. Karl, and Viggo. Fantastic. Just what he needed.
They were standing in the opposite corner of the room near the stereo, looking through Dave's cds. Obviously whatever they had found there was hilarious, because they were almost helpless with laughter. They were both practically doubled over, clutching each others arms for support, their foreheads almost touching. Just like in those photos from Japan.
Craig had been stunned when he'd seen those photos. He had known that Karl and Viggo had gotten close during filming, everyone knew that, it was obvious. But these photos, they were different. The intimacy that they'd showed, the closeness. The touching. In every one they were touching. Craig could barely stand it. He had festered over those photos for what seemed like forever, he couldn't help himself. Just when he'd started to let it go, he was here, at Dave's party, and it was being replayed for him. Only this time in live action. He got himself another couple of beers, then set about placing himself as far away as possible from the two of them.
So here he was, on the lounge, by himself, picking the label off his beer. What did they say about people that did that? Oh, yeah, that they were sexually frustrated. That was just perfect. Perfect. The scowl on his face was scaring away any potential pick ups, he knew that, but he didn't give a shit. He took another swig from his beer, looking out into the crowd as he did so, and looked straight into Karl's eyes. Fuck.
He looked away quickly, slamming his beer back onto the table in front of him, spilling it. He wiped his hand down the leg of his jeans, watching the skin on his knuckles turn from deathly white back into a semblance of normal skin colour. That was a surprise. He hadn't realised he'd been gripping the bottle that hard. Suddenly a shadow fell over him, and he heard an all too familiar voice.
"Hi Craig. How's things?"
"Alright," Craig mumbled. He couldn't bring himself to meet Karl's eyes.
Karl sat down beside him, leaning his thigh against Craig's. Craig moved, trying to put as much room as possible between them, to get away from the heat emanating from the other man. Karl shifted closer.
"What have you been up to?" Karl asked.
"Nothing much. I'm going to get another beer, OK mate?"
With that Craig sprang up off the lounge with a force that surprised even him, and practically ran into the kitchen, leaving a bewildered Karl in his wake.