Sean watched with a slight tug as Orlando pounced on Viggo, gave him a loud smack on the cheek, smiling for the flashing cameras before moving away to his next victim. Astin fared no better, getting jumped on in typical fashion while Orlando declared to all and sundry that he Loved This Man. Jesus, the exuberance was sometimes exhausting just to watch. Sean waited with a sense of inevitability. Running wasn't an option, never was. Orlando would just find him later and act worse. Sean had learned very early on during the shoot to just suffer right then and get it over with. Sure enough, Orlando bounded over to him next. "Son of Gondor," Orlando said by way of greeting. "Orlando," Sean nodded, hoping against hope that Orlando would move on, knowing he wouldn't. Orlando slid up to him, insouciance personified, invading personal space, brushing his chest against Sean's. "I've missed you," he said, breath hot against Sean's ear. Sean cleared his throat, tried to back away without being obvious. The air seemed thick, heavy -- he struggled to draw breath. Storm must be coming, he thought, even though the night sky was clear. "Good to know," he managed to say, plastering a fake smile on his face. "Gathering in my hotel room later...reunion and all. Say you'll be there." Orlando peered up at him through lowered lashes, teasing smile lighting his face. "I..." It was on the tip of Sean's tongue to refuse. "Please." One simple word. Fuck. How did anybody say no to this boy? "Fine." Sean took a tiny half-step back, jolted when Orlando's hand brushed across his ass. "I'll look forward to it, scum." Orlando gave him a wink, moved to tackle Dom, and suddenly Sean could breathe again. For a second he was sure Orlando had intended to grope him in front of God, Everyone and the Press. It was one thing for the kids to act up in public, but Sean was a father. He had an image to maintain. Not that it had ever stopped Orlando from making teasing comments and the occasional touch that lingered a bit too long when they'd been filming. Everyone got felt up, even Astin. Just part and parcel of the Orlando experience. He wondered why the thought depressed him. * * * Sean knocked on Orlando's door, already regretting his decision to make an appearance. He was still jet-lagged, stressed from the whole press whirlwind, and he had an early breakfast interview before the New Line viewing party. This would have to be a quick visit, just to say hi to everyone. Orlando threw open the door, a huge grin lighting up his entire body. He was practically vibrating with the force of it. An answering smile tugged Sean's lips upward before he was aware of it -- the boy's enthusiasm was infectious. "You made it!" Orlando exclaimed, pulling Sean in before he had a chance to protest or even say hi. Sean looked around the messy suite, furrowed his brow. "Where's everyone else?" he asked the whirlwind currently plowing through the mini-fridge at the bar. Orlando made some vague waving motion with one hand. "They'll be along, I'm sure." He popped up with two mini-bottles of Stoli, beamed again. "Fancy a drink?" Sean settled himself on a barstool, resigned to at least a few minutes of one on one socializing. Reminded him a bit of the days when Orlando and Sean had shared a make-up trailer, Orlando talking a mile a minute about this and that, his life, his family, his dog, his friends -- making everything an event, every trivial detail an experience. Sean was surprised to find that he'd missed those early morning chats, missed the boundless energy of the man in front of him. Missed the sizzle and pop in the air every time they were in a room together. Sean wondered if everyone got that jolt. Orlando rummaged in the fridge again, triumphantly holding a small bottle of cranberry juice. "Wonderful things, fancy hotels. They think of everything." He grabbed two glasses, filled them with ice and mixed the vodka and cranberry in them, sneaking glances at Sean the whole time. "Well, say something. Tell me how things are, tell me what new and exciting roles you've gotten, tell me how the girls are, something." Sean took his offered drink, sipped it slowly as he eyed Orlando over the rim. He looked genuinely interested; but then, Orlando had always seemed interested in Sean's life -- what he was doing, how he was, what he felt. A good friend and a superb listener. The first had been unexpected. The second had shocked him. "Girls are fine. They wanted me to make sure I gave everyone their love. Just wrapped up a movie with Michael Douglas --" "What's he like, then?" Orlando asked. "Vig said he was wicked smart." "Yeah, yeah he is. Wife's a really nice sort, as well." "And don't forget hot," Orlando winked. Sean just smiled. Yeah, she was all that. "Actually just flew in from Belgium. Did a kid's film. That's about it, really. Things are good, keeping busy, y'know how it goes." Sean stood, strolled around the room, sipping his drink. Felt restless, didn't know why. Probably Orlando radiating too much damned energy. "I imagine the offers are pouring in for you," he said, casting a look back at Orlando. "Not so many good ones, but you know, I'm sifting through them." Orlando leaned back on the bar, eyes following Sean's every movement. "Morocco was fun, I'll give you that. Even if they do cut my part to nothing, it was worth it to work with Ridley and Ewan." "Ewan's a nice chap." Where the hell was everybody else? Sean glanced at his watch, set his empty glass down on the coffee table -- he'd been here for close to fifteen minutes already. "That bored with me, huh?" Sean jumped a bit at the voice next to his ear, turned into brown eyes alight with mischief and something Sean couldn't quite place. He licked suddenly dry lips, glanced down at the slender body that was much too close to his. "Orlando, where is everyone else?" A shrug as Orlando bumped his shoulder against Sean's, slid his hand down Sean's arm. "Want me to call them, find out?" Too close...he was standing much too close, the hand on his arm too there. The room started closing in on Sean, suffocating him in heat. His breath stuttered as he tried to ignore his body's reaction to the heat, the body pressing against his. "No, that's fine." "What's wrong, Sean? Afraid to be alone in a room with me?" Orlando waggled his eyebrows, grabbed Sean's hip, sliding it back to his ass. "Afraid for your virtue?" "Look, enough, alright!" Sean grabbed Orlando's hand, holding it tight, inexplicably mad, vibrating with energy, body humming. Orlando winced slightly at the pain, but Sean was too incensed to notice or care. He stepped in, body braced for a battle, eyes flashing. "I am not one of the goddamn Hobbits, and I don't appreciate being mauled all the time. Got it?" "The only thing I get is that you fucking want me and you're too afraid to admit it," Orlando retorted. "Lie to the world, if you must, but you can't lie to me." "What makes you think I want you?" Sean growled. He didn't want Orlando...did he? Couldn't...could he? So why was his breath shallow and his dick hard? Orlando reached between their bodies, cupped Sean's straining erection through linen. "This does," he stated, unflinching gaze holding Sean captive. "The way your eyes follow me everywhere does. The way the room just shimmers when we're near each other. You can't disguise attraction, however much you may want to." The air around them stilled, coalesced, cocooned them in a bubble of timeless heat. Sean held his breath, probed big eyes now open to him, full of want and need and that still nameless thing. He couldn't want this. This was too... He glanced down at Orlando's hand on his cock, felt the heat through the linen of his slacks, fingers curling over him, just touching. Looked at Orlando's slender body curving into him, felt the shimmer he'd denied for so long. What the hell was happening to him? "I could make it good for you." Orlando whispered the words along Sean's ear, moist tongue flicking at the sensitive whorls. "God, Orlando..." Sean's head fell back. Lost, he was lost, it was already too late... Another tongue flick, more honeyed words. "Let me seduce you." He wasn't already? What the hell was this, then? "I..." Nimble fingers unbuttoned Sean's shirt, easing it out of the waistband of his slacks, pushing the sides apart. "No thinking about it." Orlando's soft lips moved from Sean's ear to his jaw, hands splaying on firm flesh, learning every inch. "It's a secret...our secret. Can I trust you to keep it?" Sean stared into fathomless brown eyes, skin so tight he could almost feel it ripping apart, breath so short he wasn't sure his lungs were working. Saying no...thinking no...wasn't an option. He wanted with a hunger he couldn't control, didn't want to control, had no use for control. He placed his hands on either side of Orlando's hips, fingers looping through Orlando's jeans as he pulled forward, bringing that lithe body flush against his. "I trust you," he whispered. A glimmer in beautiful eyes, a promise. Then Orlando leaned in, traced the seam of Sean's mouth with a flirting tongue. Sean parted his lips in invitation, let Orlando in, wrapped his tongue around Orlando's, gave himself over to this kiss, this man. Orlando groaned his appreciation with another kiss, changing the angle slightly, delving deeper with his tongue. His hands were busy running over toned skin -- a brush across Sean's back, a flick over a pebble-hard nipple, a languid swipe tickling the hairs of Sean's abdomen. Sean was surrounded by heat -- the heat of Orlando's body, the heat of Orlando's mouth. Never knew a man's touch could be like this, never knew a man's kiss could reduce him like this. Never knew the rapture of firm lips, soft tongue and scratchy stubble abrading his skin. Orlando pushed Sean's shirt off completely, took a moment away from the intoxication of Sean's mouth to study the chest in front of him. God, but Sean was fucking gorgeous. Elegantly muscled, superbly toned, fine blond hairs disappearing into the waistband of his slacks, skin like satin under his greedy fingers. Wanted to mark and claim, devour in small bites. Knew he couldn't. Sean wasn't ready for that. Orlando had seen the hesitation in Sean's eyes, felt the nervous energy pouring out of him. He didn't want Sean to be nervous. Orlando wanted to make this good, wanted to make it perfect. "Tell me what you want me to do for you." "I --" Don't know. Images tumbled in Sean's brain, taunting him. Orlando wrapped around him, Orlando's mouth on his cock, Orlando's mouth on his lips -- things he'd never even allowed himself to think about, things he'd never dreamed about in the blackest of nights. All of it so tantalizingly within reach. "I'm a bit lost here," he finally said. "Let me help you." Orlando ran his tongue along the curve of Sean's collarbone, smiled at Sean's hitched gasp. "Do you want that?" "Yes." "Alright, what about..." A slow sweep of fingers on biceps "...that?" "God, yes." Almost a whisper, senses kicked into high gear, into crystalline focus, just waiting for the next touch. "Do you want me to do this to you?" Orlando circled his mouth around Sean's puckered nipple, flicked out with his tongue. Sean's knees threatened to buckle. "Jesus." "Tell me." Words whispered across aching, damp skin, hands delving under the waistband of Sean's pants, teasing the soft hairs. "Everything." Sean offered all of it, all of himself. Orlando heard the acceptance, the give in Sean's gravelly voice. Had to close his eyes at hearing the word. Everything. It was all he'd ever wanted. "I'll take good care of you." Shaking fingers found Sean's belt, unbuckled it, unzipped, peeling apart the fabric. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" Orlando leaned up into Sean's ear, whispered his confession across trembling skin. "How long I've dreamed of this?" Pushed trousers down lean hips. "Of you?" "N-no," Sean gasped. Striking green eyes clouded over, and Orlando watched every flicker with fascination and need. He dropped to his knees, helped Sean out of shoes, socks, pants -- gaze worshipping every inch of golden skin as it was revealed until Sean stood before him, naked and tall and so fucking achingly beautiful. "The very first day of weapons training," Orlando said, sliding up Sean's body, relishing the contact with every bit of skin. "That long?" Orlando nodded, resting light fingers on Sean's waist, lips mere inches from Sean's. "Are you alright with that?" "I don't know, I just --" Sean exhaled, hands reaching for the buttons of Orlando's shirt. "I've never -- that is, I just..." "Shh, it's alright." Orlando brushed his lips against Sean's, shrugged out of his shirt. "I do know. Let me do this." "Alright." Sean moved forward, and lips met again, firmer this time -- Sean's still hesitant, Orlando's more assured. Orlando pulled their bodies flush against each other, savored skin on skin contact. Finally, he thought, opening his mouth, tongue outlining the seam of Sean's mouth. Not demanding, but seeking, asking. Sean gladly answered, parted his lips, allowed Orlando's tongue entrance. Orlando gasped deep in his throat, tongue sweeping along Sean's, and Sean responded just as avidly, met the kiss with equal need. They looked at each other for a long moment when the kiss ended, both breathing harshly. "Come to the bed." Orlando tugged on Sean's hands, smiled again with his whole body when he looked down at Sean, all naked skin and watchful eyes, on his sheets. "You are so..." Orlando trailed off, didn't have the words, wasn't sure there were words. But it was okay, because Sean just smiled, held out a hand. "Please." One word. And Orlando couldn't refuse Sean anything, wasn't sure how anyone ever did. He stretched out on the bed beside Sean, leaned over him, pressing him into the mattress as they traded kisses. Fast, then gentle, furious, then slow, desperate, then curious -- they explored each other's mouths with slippery tongues and firm lips. It had been a long time since Sean had been naked on a bed with someone and just kissed -- but this was so incredible he didn't want to stop. Orlando kissed like a wet dream, moved like silk over his body. He was used to being the aggressor in bed, but it was so easy to relax, lie back, let Orlando take charge, take over -- just react. Orlando moved from his lips, licked the side of his neck, sandpaper chin leaving tiny marks on Sean's throat and shoulder. Kissed slowly down his chest, nuzzling small, tight nipples, tracing over sensitive ribs, running his tongue along muscled abs. Orlando stopped at the soft thatch of hair on Sean's groin, breathed in slowly, as if memorizing the scent. Sean watched in breathless wonder, already so hard, already needed so much...anything Orlando wanted to do to him, anything at all. Just don't stop. Orlando sat back on his haunches, traced a finger up the vein of Sean's cock. Sean suppressed his sigh, eyes riveted to the sight. "Did you know that some ancient South American tribes required a young warrior to consume the seed of his mentor before he could fully join the hunt or take a lover?" "N-no. I didn't." Sean looked up, swallowed hard at the look in Orlando's eyes. Something not quite civilized lurked there, ready to spring forth, and Sean wondered exactly what it would take to set it loose...set it loose on him. "They did it to ingest the strength of the older, wiser warriors." Orlando bent, brushed his tongue against the side of Sean's cock. "Will you give me your strength?" "Yes." The word came out as a moan. Orlando closed his mouth over Sean's cock, sucking and licking the entire length. Sean gripped the sheets, curving his hips off the bed. God...enveloped, surrounded, enslaved. Moist tongue, hollowed cheeks, wet throat -- Orlando drew him in, kept him there, moved only the thumb and forefinger at the base of his cock. He looked so beautiful like that, all full of Sean, eyes closed, look of rapturous concentration on his face. Sean watched as long as he could, until the sensations threatened to overwhelm him. Let his head fall back on the pillow, moved his hips in time with Orlando, orgasm splintering him into tiny pieces. Orlando held his cock through the aftershocks, slowly worked his way back up Sean's body with tiny kisses and soft touches. "Thank you for your gift," Orlando whispered, pushing back a few damp strands of hair from Sean's forehead. Sean smiled, reached up to draw Orlando down to him for a lazy kiss. "I think that's my line." "Whichever." "Anything you'd like me to do for you?" Sean asked, brushing his hand across the front of Orlando's jeans, smiling when Orlando shivered into him. "Only what you're comfortable with doing." Another kiss, this one more thorough. "I know this is new for you." "Yes, but I want to give back." Sean wanted to see Orlando come, wanted to watch, wanted to be the one to take him to the edge and catch him when he fell over it. "Tell me what you want." "Well, right now, I want to kiss you some more." Orlando rolled on top of Sean, settled between his thighs. "And then maybe we'll see about the rest. I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you." "I'm not?" "Nope." Orlando grinned, gave Sean a quick kiss. "Got you trapped." "Mm, so you do." Sean tugged on Orlando's belt loop. "These have got to go, though." Orlando rolled over, quickly kicked jeans and boxers off, returned to his previous position. "Better?" he asked, sliding his erection along Sean's thigh. "Much," Sean growled, grabbed the back of Orlando's head. Kiss flowed into kiss into kiss -- they savored every moan, every slide of lips on lips, every sweep of hands on skin. Orlando thought he could come just from this. Kissing Sean was the most sublimely erotic thing -- sizzled nerves, dissolved skin, incinerated thought. Too fucking amazing to be real, better than his wildest fantasies. "You've just got the best mouth, you know that?" Sean punctuated the question with another long kiss. "Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you." "Can I ask you something?" "Is it a bad thing?" Orlando teased, curling his fingers around the soft hairs on Sean's chest. "Might be." Sean smiled to show he was joking, stroked long, capable fingers up Orlando's back. "You didn't invite anyone else up here, did you?" Orlando laughed, wiggled closer to Sean. "Dunno where you'd have gotten a silly idea like that." "I wonder." Sean rolled them both over so he was on top. He dipped his head down, ran his tongue along Orlando's collarbone. "I've decided to forgive you for tricking me, though." "Have you now?" Orlando dug hands into Sean's shoulders, prayed Sean wouldn't stop whatever it was he was doing. Sean raised his head, nodded. His eyes flashed with wicked intent as he winked. "But punishing you might take me the rest of the night." "Have to...do better at..." God, what the hell was Sean doing with his tongue? "...being bad, then." Orlando gave up trying to speak, threaded shaking fingers through Sean's fine hair and held on as Sean moved down his body. "So, what happens when a seasoned warrior swallows the seed of the young warrior?" "Wha'huh?" It took Orlando a minute to process the question. And promptly groaned when it hit him. "I..." he licked dry lips, wanting this so badly he thought he might beg if Sean refused. "I don't know." "Perhaps I'll ingest your enthusiasm," Sean said, ran the flat side of his tongue along the head of Orlando's cock. "Yeah." Great. Lovely. Orlando could be very enthusiastic, could be any fucking thing Sean wanted as long as he kept doing...that...right there. Orlando fought to be gentle as he guided Sean's movements, teaching him the right speed, motions. Not that Sean needed much guidance. This was...yes, God...just fine. Beyond fine. Sean going down on him was so far beyond fine that there should be a new word for it. As soon as Orlando got his brain back, he'd think of one. This was nice. Okay, it was a bit more than nice, but Sean couldn't think of a better word. He'd never given much thought to giving head before, but this, giving Orlando pleasure with his mouth and tongue, this was really something else. As soon as he learned to relax his throat and follow Orlando's lead, it was easy to lose himself in the rhythmic thrusts, in sucking, swallowing, rubbing his lips along the head, scraping his nails down Orlando's thighs. He tried everything that worked on him -- moved slowly, paying lots of attention to the sensitive underside, licked the head in leisurely circles, and it seemed to work on Orlando just as effectively. He came with a hoarse shout, and Sean swallowed as much as he could, licked the rest off of Orlando's cock, rolling the unusual taste around on his tongue. Not bad really. Somewhat salty, thick -- kind of hard to describe, but not bad at all. Didn't know why women made such a big fuss about it. Orlando tugged him up for a full-bodied, deep-throated kiss that managed to scramble every one of Sean's blood cells. "You sure you've never done that before?" Orlando panted. "Quite sure." Sean flopped down beside Orlando, hands immediately running over the smooth skin of Orlando's chest. "You get much better at it, you're going to kill me." "I'll look forward to the opportunity," Sean replied. Orlando chewed his bottom lip, gazed at Sean with wide eyes. "You mean that?" "Of course I mean it." Sean dropped his head on Orlando's shoulder, sighed in contentment when Orlando held him. "Wouldn't have stayed otherwise." "I wouldn't have minded just the one night." "Yes, but I would have minded." "Oh." Orlando was silent for a few heartbeats. "So, you'll stay the night, then?" Sean laced their fingers together on top of Orlando's chest. "If I'm invited." "You were always invited," Orlando told him, softly. Yeah, that was probably true. Too bad Sean hadn't noticed the signs before...but maybe things were better this way. No film to distract them, no long, filthy, brain-numbing shoots, no flaring tempers. They'd already survived over a year and a half of each other's company without killing each other. That was a pretty solid foundation for whatever came next. Sean squeezed the hand in his. "I'll stay as long as you want." The full force of Orlando's smile made Sean's heart stutter. "Might be a long time then." Sean smiled back, had a feeling he'd be doing a lot of that in the future. "God, I certainly hope so."
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