Posted: July 2004
Title: Waiting/What You Need
Author: Helena Snow-Renn
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG-15
WARNING: PWP
Beta: none
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Sean plots; Orli's a flirt

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Waiting

Over the last weeks, Sean had given himself belated permission to accept, if a certain offer was made with any serious intent. Undoubtedly, not much more time would pass before the majority of the production would realize various things about him. It had taken him goddamn long enough. He wanted this to come first. Before he lost his present curiosity amidst the reordering of the broken pieces of his life. Before Orlando's tally went over a hundred. His time was nearing its end.

Sean hinted back once, a hundred times, so obliquely he wasn't even sure he was doing it at first. He sure as hell was not going to ask point-blank; he just couldn't. But, like the old saying goes, ‘subtlety is lost on the young.' Though Orli was not as dense as he pretended to be, he favored full-contact flirting. A suggestion from Orli was liable to include being kissed, licked, bitten, felt up, sat on and /or otherwise mauled. Sean had marks to prove it. So did half the crew. Honestly. Kids these days. ‘Specially that one.

Even back when Sean had been determined to deflect all such advances, it had been difficult enough not to just throw the boy against the wall and give him what he wanted. Sean's cock's newfound courage wanted him to give the lovely Elf the hella' good pounding he so obviously was looking for. Just to release the tension. Sean's brain, the part that concerned itself with all things sex, decided to bait the said Elf as long as it took for him to be absolutely beside himself with lust. Let Orli wait till he was hot and bothered enough to cream his jeans. It wouldn't take much longer. Sean knew he inspired a totally different but no less intense set of reactions than the one haphazardly pursuing him did. That would show him. Sean had waited, stewed in his own juices, as it were, but that was his own fault. Watching Orli squirm would be almost as pleasurable as fucking him. The little bugger deserved it.

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Summary: Orli knows

What You Need

"Y'don' have to hold me down, Orlando. I said I give," Sean rasped when he could get a word in edgewise.

"Don't bother," growled the other. "You know I like it better when you fight it."

"God, but you're a sick little bastard sometimes."

Orlando grunted his agreement, a sound he knew his friend hated. Grunting. So uncivilized. So un-Orli-like. As expected, Sean tensed. "Stop that, you fucking pig!"

Orlando did it again, much more the parody of a caveman this time, and Sean tried to twist away. Orli, surprisingly strong and fast, pinned him back down by the shoulders. The leg he threw over Sean's bare thighs flexed, pulling them tight together... His pink tongue licked at Sean's pressed-together lips. The blond made a small sound of annoyance.

"C'mon, open."

Sean did, but offered absolutely no other response.

At that small sign, Orli slid his naked, lithe body atop Sean's, his eye drawn to their contrasting skin tones. The difference was deeper than ever, himself an uneven range of beige to nut-brown; Sean's lighter skin still pale from shooting mostly at night.

Beyond the superficial, Sean's body offered a blessed familiarity. All the way from New Zealand to Mexico to London again, they had taken comfort in each other. Although the man always had to be coaxed and cajoled if not full-out forced into what he knew he wanted, Orlando would gladly go to almost any length to make it worth it for him, for them both.

Beneath him, Sean stirred restlessly, then went still again. Orlando lowered his torso slowly. Just as unhurriedly, he pushed a probing tongue into Sean's mouth. The older man uttered a loud groan.

"Want it, don't ya?" Orlando breathed softly into his face, pursing his supple lips. Sean's pupils dilated so far the green was just a thin sliver between black circles.

"Nay…" he shook his head once.

"Liar."

The sun-browned hand wound between their sweat-slicked bodies where he found and grasped Sean's hot, hard excitement. Orlando told him, "This says otherwise." The Northerner's eyes rolled back in his head. He'd never get over being with a man, one so young, one possessed of unearthly beauty. It was his very shame and dark craving that would never let this become old.

"Oh, shite, Orli!"

"Eh?" The boy's hands were occupied with one of his very favorite activities in the whole world: Touching Sean, all of him, all over, as much as he could get. And if he could get Sean off by doing it, that was so much the better.

He kept one hand firmly clasped around the larger man's bicep at first, just in case he decided to act up again. Oh, how he loved that bicep, the strength of the man's arms, especially his shoulders. He went through the names of muscles as he slid his hands over sweat-slicked skin: Deltoids, with Blades inked in fading colors on one shoulder and the Fellowship on the other; triceps, rotator, flexor, extender; here was a tendon, there protruding veins that pulsed with his quickened heartbeat. For now, the man lay still, allowing Orlando to caress him however he wanted. His breath came fast; Orlando watched Sean's chest rise and fall.

When he simply could wait no longer, Orlando began the slow, tortured rhythm of his hips. After a few seconds of squirming, their erections slid together, trapped, as Orli pressed his long, slim frame against his lover's. Sean made to turn his head away, a move he'd done so many times before it was like clockwork, but always a spontaneously-timed clockwork. Orli reached around quickly to Sean's jawline and forced his head back around till they were eye to eye.

"Come on, ol' Bean," He threw out a nickname he knew Sean usually despised. As expected, the body tensed and heaved, as if to throw him off. Orli rode it out, and got his knee dangerously close to Sean's precious package in the bargain.

"Oh, you're getting a bit rusty, mate," Orlando teased, and then leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck! Ah'll show you rusty!" The accent thickened with a few choice expletives as Orli tongued the flat pink disc into a hard peak, still palming the cock he had not let go of.

Sean's legs parted and spread with a mind of their own. Even as he realized his unconscious invitation, his half-lidded eyes snapped to attention. Once more he bucked up under Orlando with a grouchy "Ger-off!" But no way was Orli going to.

"Fine," Sean relented sulkily, even as his swollen cock grew heavier in Orli's fist. There was resignation in the voice, but anticipation, too. He looked up to take in his fill of the sleek torso tapering to a ridiculously tiny pair of hips and ass, so small he could almost encircle his lover's waist with his hands. "Get the lube."

And the mahogany eyes swallowed his soul.

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THE END

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