·The Taste of Remembered Skin
" Lord of the rings "
CHAPTER 1
Orlando walked past the lighting rig, stopping to take a drink out of his water bottle. He heard one of the technicians standing on the other side of the machinery talking. "That is one
good looking man. I mean to tell you, if I were to ever do a man - he'd be the one I'd do."
Orlando grinned and tipped the bottle up and as he listened further another voice spoke up.
"D'you see him in the Rings movie? That blonde hair, damn my wife don't look that good a
blonde." Orlando bounced on his toes and then stopped suddenly as the voice continued.
"Yeah, that Csokas is one hot bitch." Boisterous laughter followed.
Marton. Orlando blinked; he'd forgotten that Marton was due to arrive on set this week. I'll
be damned. He thought.
Later that afternoon Orlando turned a corner, chain mail clinking and spotted Marton talking
to Ridley. He started to walk off when the dark eyes turned toward him. Orlando flashed a
smile and waved.
Orlando. Marton's heart stopped for a moment before he gave himself a mental shake, giving
Orlando a nod and a polite smile and turning back to his conversation with Ridley. What, did
you think this was going to be easy, seeing him again? Just do your job, be professional, and
what you can't shake off, act out. Marton stifled a snort. That easy, eh? Christ.
What the fuck was that? Ignoring me? Orlando frowned. I don't fucking think so. He walked
to where the two men stood and smiled as Ridley looked over at him.
"Orlando! Look who got here. You and Marton know each other, I'm sure." Ridley smiled,
nodding his head and then glanced at his watch. "Oh well, that's all for me at the moment.
Marton, if you'll excuse me I've got to get to a continuity meeting. Orlando, you can take care
of Marton, yes?"
Orlando grinned. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can."
I don't fucking think so! Marton had to physically stop himself from saying the words, biting
down hard on the inside of his lip and smiling at Ridley. You have to work together, so stop
being a whiny cunt and suck it up. "Talk to you later Ridley," he said, smiling at the other
man and virtually ignoring Orlando.
Orlando watched as Ridley scooted off, smiling and waving to everyone as he went. He
turned back to Marton. "Hey Marts. It's been a while. How are you?" He smiled, cocking his
head.
Marts. Christ. Marton shuddered inwardly. "I suppose it has. Congratulations on the part, by
the way. Well done." Certainly not going to say you've earned it. What do you know of
struggling your way up through small time bit parts... taking goddamned 'Kangaroo Jack'
type roles just to stay in the business... Marton thought, keeping a polite smile on his face."Thanks." Orlando dipped his head, then looked up through his lashes, lowering his voice.
"I'm glad you're here - it's been - um a bit of a bore."
Marton raised his eyebrow and looked at Orlando. "Really?" he said, trying to keep the
sarcasm out of his voice. "You've been working with Liam Neeson- I can't imagine that
possibly being boring."
"Well Liam stays busy, you know? He's just, well, he's not much fun." Orlando brightened,
bouncing a bit. "So do you want to get some dinner?"
"No thanks- I already ate," Marton said coolly, looking around for a PA. He needed a ride
back to the hotel. Now.
Orlando looked around when Marton did, frowning slightly. "Uh drink then?" He reached and
laid a hand on Marton's arm. "C'mon Marts, a drink or two?"
Marton finally made eye contact with a PA. "Can you find someone to drive me back to the
hotel please?" "Sure thing, Mr. Csokas. Five minutes." Marton nodded and turned back to
Orlando. "No thank you. I'm tired, I just want to get back to the hotel so I can be ready to
work in the morning."
Orlando squeezed the strong arm under his hand. "Later then, yeah? It's going to be a long
shoot, plenty of time."
Marton looked at the hand on his arm and then slowly looked up at Orlando. "What was cute
and charming at twenty-two really isn't anymore at twenty-seven, Orlando. I'm not
interested," he said, lifting Orlando's hand off his arm and walking after the production
assistant without another word.
Orlando blinked. What the fuck? He started to go after him and then stopped, smiling. He was
used to getting his way, and this wasn't going to be any exception. Smiling, he turned and
wandered off.
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