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The Saga of Billy, Dom and Orlando by Lobelia (NC-17)
Fandom: Lotrips
Author: Lobelia (lobelia40@yahoo.com)
Author website:
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lobelia321
Pairing: Billy/Dominic, Orlando/Viggo, Dominic/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Why this must be read:
I love Lobelia's style of writing. It's visceral and alive in a way that most fictional writing doesn't quite manage. Not only does she had a kickass style but she's a dab hand at the old plot thing as well. This is a bit of an angst fest with lots of sex. It's about being friends and casual-and-not-so-casual sex, about obession and lust, that falling in love can be the scariest thing in the world, about the difference between not choosing and letting someone else choose for you and realising that the person you think you love isn't necessarily the same as the person you can't live without.
Her characterisation of Orlando and Dom is to die for (or, at least, cause serious envy) and she neatly manages to express the difference in age and experience between the four main characters. One of my own pet hates about the fandom is that Billy is so often turned into 'Pippin in blue jeans' to quote Lemur, and while there's a lot of sex in this series (did I mention that? Because if you enjoyed Up Shit Creek, you'll like this too), she doesn't take the easy way out. (and, incidentally, in case you were worried, no, there are no car crashes, drug overdoses or fatal helicopter flights. Dom's sunglasses get broken and a sofa gets serious water damage but that's about it.)
Lights were coming on here and there in the small film production settlement that had sprung up in the forest clearing. People started moving about. The trailer shared by Dominic and Billy, however, was still dark.
A young man came bounding across the grass and started to hammer his fist on the trailer's door.
"Rise and shine, hobbits!" he called out. "Time to get up! Time to get those footsies on!"
'Time to get up' meant that it was four-thirty in the morning. The stars were still out, and it was greyish dark.
"Go away, Orli," came a muffled voice from inside the trailer.
"Come on, I've got coffee!" shouted Orlando. In his free hand, he was balancing a cardboard box, containing two styrofoam cups with plastic lids.
The door opened a crack and a tousled head peeked out.
"Hey, Billy," said Orlando, ruffled Billy's head and pushed past him into the trailer. He burst into a warbling advertising-jingle-type sing-song, "Look, hot hot coffee. Smell that mellow aroma."
Billy rubbed his eyes and said, "Where do you get the energy from, Orli?" He was standing barefoot in the trailer, pyjama shirt askew and a towel slung around his waist.
"Youth, Billy, it's my youth," said Orlando and laughed. He plonked the cups down in the sink and flopped onto the end of the bed.
"Can't be youth," said Billy. "Look at Dominic. He's dead to the world."
"Did I hear the word 'coffee'?" came a stifled voice from underneath a mound of blankets.
"So!" cried Orlando, pulling up the corners of his mouth. "Are you both sleeping in that double bed, then?"
"Um," said Billy. "Thanks for the coffee, by the way." He curled his hands around the cup and took the lid off. Curls of steam rose from the surface, and Billy took a first sip.
Dominic sat up in bed. His torso was bare. He kept the blankets around his waist. Orlando handed him a coffee cup and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"So!" he repeated. "Hobbits cuddling up at night, is it?"
Dominic sputtered into his coffee which was hot and may, or may not, have burned his tongue. "Leak in the roof, mate," he said. "My bed's bloody soaked."
"Oh," said Orlando, peering ceiling-wards. "You should tell someone about that. They should fix it."
"Anyway," said Dominic, smiling a mischievous smile. "Where do you sleep, then? Your couch didn't look very slept-in when we were over in your trailer last night."
Orlando shared his trailer with Viggo. He laughed vaguely and made a gesture with his hand but didn't answer the question.
"Where's Viggo now, anyway?" asked Billy.
"Oh, he threw me out, would you believe it?" pouted Orlando. "That's why I'm up so early."
"Threw you out? What'd you do?"
"Nothing! He wants to meditate, that's all, and needs his solitude. At four-bloody-thirty in the morning! The man's incredible. I don't mind, actually." He grinned. "I enjoy waking you lot."
Dominic threw back his head and laughed. "You know, that's just what I was saying! Viggo needs to meditate and can't cope with you doing your cat dance all over the place."
"You're just jealous," said Orlando fondly.
"What, of you or of Viggo?" said Dominic and blew him a kiss.
He gulped down the rest of the coffee, then got up. Naked as the day, he walked over to the loo. Both Billy's and Orlando's eyes followed him.
1. A Helping Hand and 2. We Can Do More
3. When The Cat's Away
4. Roller Coaster
A Perfect Day
Author: Lobelia (lobelia40@yahoo.com)
Author website:
Author on lj:
lobelia321Pairing: Billy/Dominic, Orlando/Viggo, Dominic/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Why this must be read:
I love Lobelia's style of writing. It's visceral and alive in a way that most fictional writing doesn't quite manage. Not only does she had a kickass style but she's a dab hand at the old plot thing as well. This is a bit of an angst fest with lots of sex. It's about being friends and casual-and-not-so-casual sex, about obession and lust, that falling in love can be the scariest thing in the world, about the difference between not choosing and letting someone else choose for you and realising that the person you think you love isn't necessarily the same as the person you can't live without.
Her characterisation of Orlando and Dom is to die for (or, at least, cause serious envy) and she neatly manages to express the difference in age and experience between the four main characters. One of my own pet hates about the fandom is that Billy is so often turned into 'Pippin in blue jeans' to quote Lemur, and while there's a lot of sex in this series (did I mention that? Because if you enjoyed Up Shit Creek, you'll like this too), she doesn't take the easy way out. (and, incidentally, in case you were worried, no, there are no car crashes, drug overdoses or fatal helicopter flights. Dom's sunglasses get broken and a sofa gets serious water damage but that's about it.)
Lights were coming on here and there in the small film production settlement that had sprung up in the forest clearing. People started moving about. The trailer shared by Dominic and Billy, however, was still dark.
A young man came bounding across the grass and started to hammer his fist on the trailer's door.
"Rise and shine, hobbits!" he called out. "Time to get up! Time to get those footsies on!"
'Time to get up' meant that it was four-thirty in the morning. The stars were still out, and it was greyish dark.
"Go away, Orli," came a muffled voice from inside the trailer.
"Come on, I've got coffee!" shouted Orlando. In his free hand, he was balancing a cardboard box, containing two styrofoam cups with plastic lids.
The door opened a crack and a tousled head peeked out.
"Hey, Billy," said Orlando, ruffled Billy's head and pushed past him into the trailer. He burst into a warbling advertising-jingle-type sing-song, "Look, hot hot coffee. Smell that mellow aroma."
Billy rubbed his eyes and said, "Where do you get the energy from, Orli?" He was standing barefoot in the trailer, pyjama shirt askew and a towel slung around his waist.
"Youth, Billy, it's my youth," said Orlando and laughed. He plonked the cups down in the sink and flopped onto the end of the bed.
"Can't be youth," said Billy. "Look at Dominic. He's dead to the world."
"Did I hear the word 'coffee'?" came a stifled voice from underneath a mound of blankets.
"So!" cried Orlando, pulling up the corners of his mouth. "Are you both sleeping in that double bed, then?"
"Um," said Billy. "Thanks for the coffee, by the way." He curled his hands around the cup and took the lid off. Curls of steam rose from the surface, and Billy took a first sip.
Dominic sat up in bed. His torso was bare. He kept the blankets around his waist. Orlando handed him a coffee cup and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"So!" he repeated. "Hobbits cuddling up at night, is it?"
Dominic sputtered into his coffee which was hot and may, or may not, have burned his tongue. "Leak in the roof, mate," he said. "My bed's bloody soaked."
"Oh," said Orlando, peering ceiling-wards. "You should tell someone about that. They should fix it."
"Anyway," said Dominic, smiling a mischievous smile. "Where do you sleep, then? Your couch didn't look very slept-in when we were over in your trailer last night."
Orlando shared his trailer with Viggo. He laughed vaguely and made a gesture with his hand but didn't answer the question.
"Where's Viggo now, anyway?" asked Billy.
"Oh, he threw me out, would you believe it?" pouted Orlando. "That's why I'm up so early."
"Threw you out? What'd you do?"
"Nothing! He wants to meditate, that's all, and needs his solitude. At four-bloody-thirty in the morning! The man's incredible. I don't mind, actually." He grinned. "I enjoy waking you lot."
Dominic threw back his head and laughed. "You know, that's just what I was saying! Viggo needs to meditate and can't cope with you doing your cat dance all over the place."
"You're just jealous," said Orlando fondly.
"What, of you or of Viggo?" said Dominic and blew him a kiss.
He gulped down the rest of the coffee, then got up. Naked as the day, he walked over to the loo. Both Billy's and Orlando's eyes followed him.
1. A Helping Hand and 2. We Can Do More
3. When The Cat's Away
4. Roller Coaster
A Perfect Day
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