Elijah's Problem
Pairing: Elijah Wood/Sean Astin
Rating: PG13
Summary: Elijah, on top of the world, comes down with a bump
Warnings: Contains a medical condition which as far as I know does not exist and if it does is purely coincidental
Author's Notes: A fairly tame attempt at the RPS genre, inspired by a quote by Paul Newman
Disclaimer: I wish I knew these people but I certainly don't and therefore everything here is obviously untrue. No offence intended, no profit made.
Feedback: Always appreciated - Trianne
Sea. Waves. Salt. Can't breath, can't breath, oh my god...
Bedclothes, crumpled sheets, sunlight. Oh…
His heart settled down into a comfortable rhythm, his breathing calmed, he hitched up in the bed and rested against the wall. Oh for a ciggie but no, that was out of the question. Maybe later…
Stupid dream. He liked the sea, enjoyed surfing, why nightmares about the sea, what was that all about? Jeeze.
He glanced at his watch. No work today, a leisure day, a day to himself, for himself. Fantastic! The schedule for the new movie had arrived yesterday and he was itching to start, but for the time being he could have some time to himself and his friends. And one special friend in particular.
He smiled and swung his legs out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. As he peed he hummed, as he hummed he drummed one hand against the cool tiles and glanced at himself in the mirror, which was directly above the john. Urine splashed the tiled floor in a lazy arc as he stared at his reflection. Stared. Stared. Then slammed into the wall and stood with his head between his knees, trying to breath. What the fuck!
His forced himself back up, choking back an hysterical sob. He looked again. Noooooooooooo…... Mom!
Elijah's eyes were brown.
At this moment, Elijah passed out.
"What are you talking about, doctor? You cannot be serious about this, this cannot be happening to my son?"
"Mrs Wood, forgive me, I know you are upset. This is an extremely rare condition, I myself know of only three cases in the world. We all know babies are born with blue eyes and then some, the majority, change to brown over the first few months of life. Well, in this condition, it would seem that Elijah, well, his change was just slower than expected". Even the doctor, the ludicrously expensive doctor in his ludicrously decorated LA office, sounded unconvinced by that one.
"Well, you've got to do something! I want a second opinion! My baby, my baby!"
Elijah sat in his room, the curtains drawn tightly, the lights out. He was smoking his seventeenth cigarette of the morning.
"Elijah, there are worse things in life than having brown eyes! Julia Roberts has brown eyes, has it hurt her career? What about Victoria Principal?"
"Who?" Puts out his cigarette.
"Okay, not a good example. All I'm saying, baby, is that there are people out there with serious disfigurements, serious life threatening conditions. Having brown eyes is not in the same league!"
"Sean, I know you're right. I want to get this into perspective, but look at me!" he screamed, snatching away his sunglasses. Sean had mentally prepared himself for a brown eyed Elijah but the reality was a shock to say the least.
"Cat got your tongue, Astin?"
"You are still a beautiful guy, you just look – different," Sean tried to wrap his arms around Elijah but was shrugged away.
"Leave me alone. All my fans will be staying away from my films in droves now, wont they? If I get to make any more films, that is!"
"The doctor-" Sean started but the look on Elijah's face stalled the words.
"The doctor is investigating, charging the earth for his services, but he won't find anything, its useless." Lights another cigarette.
"Elijah, I still love you. I still want you. You are still my baby, c'mere, let me make it better, Lijah".
"Go now, Sean."
"There are always contacts..." This was so the worst thing that Sean could have said at that moment. The very worst thing.
"Christ, half the world thinks I wear contacts as it is," wailed Elijah, "you want them to think they were right all the time! I'm the blue eyed Hobbit, they are inventing new words for the colour blue just to feed the demand, and guess what, hey folks, my eyes are BROWN. Colour of shit, colour of wood, colour of –"
"Chocolate? I love chocolate, Lijah. Come on, baby. You are just the most beautiful man I have ever met, blue eyes, brown eyes. Do you really think I am that shallow, Lijah, that I only loved you for the colour of your eyes? Yeah, they were awesome, luminous, all that fanfic shit, no denying it! But, Lijah, you were behind them, YOU. And I want you back." Reaching out, he removed the cigarette from Elijah's quivering mouth.
Elijah fell into those strong arms and sobbed. Sean cooed. "You are beautiful, your fans will still love you. You are more than a pair of blue eyes, be more than your fucking eyes, Lijah."
As if to prove the point, Sean pushed Elijah firmly back onto the bed and bestowed sweet little kisses on each glistening, brown eye. Feeling Elijah's mouth would be slighted he then planted a deep kiss on that gorgeous mouth, then, as Elijah began to respond, another to that creamy throat, and then a really nice one to each nipple.
By the time Sean had attended to all the major (and most minor) erogenous zones, Elijah was feeling a little better. For a glorious time he forgot his problem and concentrated on the sensations that Sean was evoking all through his body. He even managed to focus on Sean, returning kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke until everything was oblivion and he was drowning in the excess of it all.
Afterwards, lying like spoons, Sean nuzzled Elijah's ear and presently fell into a lazy sleep. Elijah did not sleep.
Yep, he could do it. He could get over this. Tomorrow, he would brave the light of day, he would get his agent to call a press conference and he would face the world. Well, actually, tomorrow was not a good day, the day after would be better…
The End