"Six More Hours" (LOTR RPS, EW/VM/SB, G)
Title: Six More Hours
Author: panderia
Fandom: Lotr rps
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo/Sean B
Rating: G
Summary: Elijah wants what Sean has
Feedback: please
Disclaimer: Never met them. All a dream.
Notes: Written for contrelamontre show-not-tell jealousy challenge. 10 min. ficlet. takes place at the Rotk premiere after-party
Website: Twisted Something
Only six more hours and he would never have to see them again. Never watch the way Viggo threw his arm around Sean and pulled him close, never hear the whispers that passed between them when they thought that no one was listening.
He had tasted Viggo once by way of Sean's glass. Tasted him and savored every last drop. Because it was the only time he would ever get the chance. He was too young, too supple for Viggo's tastes. He lacked the sheer size and charisma that dominated Sean's every move. And he hated it. Hated the way his stomach churned when he saw them together, hated the way he lay up all night pondering Viggo's sleeping habits, hated the way he always wanted the things he couldn't have. The things that Sean had.
Even now he watched them across the room, laughing, drinking, smiling and his stomach churned. And churned. And churned again. Only six more hours, he reminded himself, and he would never have to see them again.
Author: panderia
Fandom: Lotr rps
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo/Sean B
Rating: G
Summary: Elijah wants what Sean has
Feedback: please
Disclaimer: Never met them. All a dream.
Notes: Written for contrelamontre show-not-tell jealousy challenge. 10 min. ficlet. takes place at the Rotk premiere after-party
Website: Twisted Something
Only six more hours and he would never have to see them again. Never watch the way Viggo threw his arm around Sean and pulled him close, never hear the whispers that passed between them when they thought that no one was listening.
He had tasted Viggo once by way of Sean's glass. Tasted him and savored every last drop. Because it was the only time he would ever get the chance. He was too young, too supple for Viggo's tastes. He lacked the sheer size and charisma that dominated Sean's every move. And he hated it. Hated the way his stomach churned when he saw them together, hated the way he lay up all night pondering Viggo's sleeping habits, hated the way he always wanted the things he couldn't have. The things that Sean had.
Even now he watched them across the room, laughing, drinking, smiling and his stomach churned. And churned. And churned again. Only six more hours, he reminded himself, and he would never have to see them again.