Shave and Suck

Posted: June 2003
Author: Dea
Type: RPS
Characters: SB and OB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: Sean and Orlando belong unto themselves. These are just fictitious versions from my mind. No slander or profit intended.
Dedications: Extreme and special thanks along with semi-co-writing credit goes to Oblivimoo for this wonderful brain flash. She is my partner in crime with the naughtiness, and lets me appropriate ideas when my brain is numbmb, and doesn't title it "stealing".
Summary: Morning rituals made fun.

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Clad only in a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, Sean stood in front of the sink, a hole on the fog condensed mirror wiped clean. The shower had served to wake him, relax muscles that had stiffened due to lack of movement in his sleep. Staring at his reflection he noted that his hair had grown longer then he had permitted it to in years. It curled slightly at the nape of his neck, the top strands spiking upward in all directions. A single run through with the comb and the chaos would be sculpted into order and once more Sean would resemble a gentleman.

Sean chuckled silently at the thought. He regarded his saving soap lathered features for a moment, the line of his mouth pink, inviting, and not at all obscene as it would look were it poking through white foam. He preferred the old fashioned method to gels or creams, his father had taught him to shave with a stiff brush, a straight razor and immense care and patience. His habits had come a long way since the cramped upper bath in Yorkshire at 5:30 in the morning with his father. Sean pampered himself with a luxurious horsehair, jade handled shaving brush, hypoallergenic sandalwood scented soap, and a space age designed razor for when he was in a hurry.

Today Sean was in no such hurry and therefore indulged in the use of the straight razor that matched the jade shaving brush. Today he had designated all his time for doing as he pleased with his new lover, Orlando. The fact that the May/December romance developed at all was a mystery, confounding his family and shocking Sean even more: less because of Orlando's gender and more for the youngster's personality. Three ex-wives, forgetful fiancée's and countless girlfriends to his credit, Sean finally accepted that if he was going to maintain any sort of intimate relationship that he would have to be bold. A homosexual relationship took courage alone, yet with a man half his age and originating from a background often quite alien to his own; was down right heroic of him.

Adorned in a well used "The Clash: London Calling" tee shirt and black, baggy sweatpants, Orlando; fresh from sleep, knew that even the teen heartthrob tabloids could not title him fetching. Orlando had been described many ways over the past five years from pretty to boyishly handsome and gorgeous; yet as he leaned in the bathroom doorway and watched Sean make deliberate and slow strokes up his throat with the straight razor; he truly saw the definition of the word, "gorgeous". Sean Bean was fucking gorgeous! He was also beautiful, the quintessential in cool, sexy and the epitome of a debonair gentleman. The sound of his smooth and seductive voice alone could be touted as an aphrodisiac, and Orlando could not believe that Sean wanted to be with him: Orlando Bloom, skinny, little club-boy nobody. And yet, here he stood in Sean's bathroom doorway, watching the sinfully handsome man shave.

Dark, lust filled eyes swept up the muscles moving beneath the taught flesh of Sean's arms and across his back. He drank in the sight of Sean tilting his head backwards to expose his throat, the scrape of the blade precariously balanced between a simple tool and executioner. Orlando caught his breath and slid his stare down the indention of Sean's spinal column, and on to the outline of firm ass cheeks giving the towel the look of sculptured sandstone.

"Good Christ, that's all mine. How did I get so lucky?"

Sean smirked, the sound of his chuckle lost beneath the rush of water from the faucet. Sean leaned over the sink basin and washed the final bits of soap from his face, throat and away from his earlobes before reaching for the knotted terry cloth around his waist. His bared buttocks acted as a beacon for Orlando, and Orli strode into the bathroom and encircled his arms loosely about Sean's waist. He dusted purposeful kisses upon the back of Sean's left shoulder than the right, before nuzzling the nape of the older male's neck. Orlando closed his eyes and inhaled Sean's scent as he placed a few more kisses at the nape. Finally he shifted his head to press his lips to the right side of Sean's throat at the last sight the blade had touched.

Sean granted his lover one of his patented smug smiles. He watched Orli's reflection in the mirror, their eyes locking once Orlando raised his head. Orlando flattened his palms against Sean's abdomen beneath the concealment of the towel, and pulled him gently back a couple of steps from the sink. Lowering himself to his knees, Orlando tugged at the towel with one hand discarding it onto the floor. He ran his tongue up the outer portion of Sean's thigh, before nipping at the flesh of his hip and finally turning the older Englishman to face him.

"Feeling fortunate this morning, are we?"

Orlando grinned, the sound of Sean's voice husky and demanding of his immediate compliance. The question was left unspoken for Orlando's intentions were perfectly apparent. Orlando gripped the base of Sean's semi-hardening cock with one hand, and cupped the scrotal sack with the opposite. Nearly purring Orlando opened his mouth and lasciviously drew Sean's exposed length into his mouth. It was difficult to tell which one of them moaned the loudest or first, however Orlando closed his eyes and began to caress with his tongue in earnest, simultaneously tightening his grip around the flesh filling either of his hands.

Sean hissed in pleasure, his head automatically lulling backward, his eyes instinctively closing. His fingers sifted through the dark curls upon Orlando's head, digits tensing and curling seeking a solid anchor amongst the blinding pleasure. Sean's eyes snapped open upon hearing the garbled sound of words. Orlando had spoken, and wildly his brain attempted to decipher the meaning of "No, look at me." Obeying, Sean watched the bobbing movements Orlando made. Balance thrown when abruptly Orlando released his hold Sean to seize his ass cheeks in both hands, and deep throated him in one fluid push forward; Sean gripped the counter with one hand and left it's opposite wrapped in Orlando's hair.

Sean cried out in ecstasy, cursed sharply and tensed as he thrust his hips forward to meet Orlando's mouth. "You can be such a dirty tart, can't you, Luv?" Orlando responded by withdrawing enough to run his tongue beneath the head of Sean's cock, than raked his lips up to the root once more. "I like you on your knees for me. Such a beauty, such a skilled mouth." Orlando's laugh reverberated around Sean's most sensitive flesh and he groaned, longing for release. Time evaporated and Sean surrendered fully to the sensation of Orlando's tenacious suction and release. He loved this man, couldn't remember how it felt to be touched by anyone except Orlando. Sean gasped sharply, nearly swallowing his breath as one of Orli's hands left his ass and a long finger joined his cock in Orlando's occupied mouth.

The finger withdrew, the hold returned, and Sean bucked into Orlando's mouth forcefully upon feeling the non-too gentle separation of his ass cheeks. "That's my, beautiful Orli." Sean moaned feeling the digit breach him to the second knuckle. Such a tease his Orlando was. "Come now, Luv. Let me feel you." Two fingers invaded him, the diametrically opposed sensations of dry and moist erupted his senses in a blur of friction and pleasure. "Fuck!"

Orlando complied with Sean's instruction and began finger banging him in earnest with his two fingers. Within seconds he knew he would be swallowing Sean's semen and with greedy abandon he worked the older Englishman into a writhing frenzy of impatience. Sean was now pulling Orlando's hair in a painful manner, however Orli would not surrender his mouth for speech; Sean's orgasm was too important to be abandoned. The abrupt rush did not catch Orlando by surprise. He knew Sean's body too well to be fooled, just as Sean understood his own. And nothing, Orlando supposed was more intimate then that. He had never known anyone like Sean, nor allowed another person to see him so completely either. But the orgasm had ended, his scalp hurt, and his knees were not completely cushioned by the towel. Slowly Orlando withdrew his mouth and fingers and raised his dazed stare to Sean's.

"You." Sean reached down and pulled the man to his feet. Hungrily he devoured Orli's mouth in an impassioned kiss. Once it ended both men were breathless. "I love you."

"Thank God." Orlando sighed as he leaned his head against Sean's shoulder, and nuzzled into the side of his neck. "I want to keep you."

"Then do." Sean tilted Orlando's head up and kissed him once more, with less ferocity this time yet with just as much passion.

Orlando couldn't help enjoying the perverse thought that Sean often kissed him after oral sex. Either as means to prove he was not squeamish about such exchanges of bodily fluids, or because Sean was self involved enough to enjoy his own taste. Whatever the reason, Orlando thought the gesture was endearing and had never commented on it. Orlando purred and withdrew from the embrace.

"I need a shower."

"No, you need to get back into bed."

"Shower." Orlando disagreed from behind a dazzling smile. "Then, bed." Severing the 'argument', Orlando turned his back to Sean and moved towards the shower stall. "Later we can have brunch-"

"In bed?"

Orlando paused in adjusting the water temperature and looked at Sean indignantly. "Of course. Where else?"

"The garden?"

"Ooo, I like that idea."

"So how about you shower, we eat in the garden, and then go back to bed until tea?"

"Where will we have tea?"

"In public."

"Then bed?"

Now it was Sean's turn to look indignant. "Of course."

"And we can have dinner in the kitchen. Naked."

"At least in the kitchen." tenderly reasoned Sean. His eyes were glued to Orlando while the younger Englishman stripped off his clothes. "You know, this entire day is just for the two of us."

Orlando nodded. "And if I wasn't turned to a crust from last night, we would be shagging senseless. I'll be a tick. Wait for me?"

"I have me whole life." The words felt natural, tumbling from his lips and onto Orlando's heart. The look on Orli's face panicked Sean for an instant; had he said to much?

"Join me then?"

Relieved, Sean crossed the distance that separated them deciding that he could never be too clean.

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THE END

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