Bad Hair Day

Bad Hair Day

Posted: December 16, 2005
Title: Bad Hair Day
Author: Ian Howe
Type: RPS
Characters: David/Sean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true
Beta: Helena Snow-Renn
Summary: Sean has a bad hair day. David helps.
Author's Notes: Inspired by a discussion with bijou and an interview with Sean: Question: Do you spend a long time in front of the mirror? Sean: It depends what my hair is doing!

// indicates thoughts //

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"I think we should be on our way." Sean Astin was anxious to be in time for the LOTR reception in Paris. He looked pleadingly at his former cast mates.

Viggo checked the clock. Normally he was the one to be late, sidetracked by an idea, when inspiration struck or he simply got his schedules mixed up. This time, however, Bean was the one still missing - straight, reliable, punctual Bean, of all people. Viggo grinned, already sensing Sean's later embarrassment.

He turned to David. "Alright, my Steward, you check on your wayward brother." Then, facing the rest of the group he said, "Let's go. We'll meet at the convention centre."

"As my king commands." David gave a mock bow and went to the lift. He rode up to the 7th floor and knocked on Sean's door.

Sean opened, bellowing, "What?" He was only half-dressed, his shirt unbuttoned and his hair dishevelled. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, I hadn't noticed it was so late..." He let the sentence trail off.

David was staring at the little hollow on Sean's neck. Suddenly, he needed to clear his throat. "Yeah, well, the others have already left. They sent me to..." He shrugged. "Something about being my brother's keeper."

Moving away from the door Sean let David in. "I'll be ready in a few minutes." He made a vague gesture for the Aussie to sit down somewhere and left for the bathroom.

David made himself comfortable in the armchair and waited. Through the open bathroom door, he heard Sean rummaging and grumbling. Expecting this to take a while, David grabbed a tattered copy of Shakespeare's Tempest from the table and flipped through it. After a few minutes, more grumbling came from the bathroom.

"You okay in there?" David was not sure if Sean's grumbling was an attempt to communicate.

"Just trying to fix my hair." The Brit sounded embarrassed to be talking about such a trivial matter. David grinned and continued to read. A moment later, he started when he heard Sean curse and something hit the floor. He got up and slowly approached the bathroom, knocking on the frame although the door was open.

Sean was standing in front of the large mirror, frowning at his reflection. His hair was combed back, slick with a shiny substance. "You look like a used car salesman. What IS this stuff?" David asked and picked up a plastic bottle from the floor.

A disgusted snort was returned. "I ran out of my usual brand, so I bought something at the airport. I thought it was hair gel." Sean shook his head in annoyance.

David grinned. "Guess your French isn't that good then. Huile means oil."

"How was I supposed to know? I'm an actor, not a bloody translator," came the growled reply. Sean was royally pissed off by now. He hated being late. And he hated this situation more by the minute. Having filmed only a few scenes together, he and David did not know each other that well. And it was positively embarrassing for Sean to be caught incapable of doing his hair.

David smiled. "I've got hair gel in my room. I'll go get it and be back in a minute."

By the time David returned Sean felt that he owed him an apology. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it out on you, it's just..." Frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair. Suddenly, the absurdity of the situation occurred to them and both men laughed.

"Right, I'd better get on with this." Sean disappeared again into the bathroom.

David followed him slowly. "Let me know if I can help," he teased and stopped abruptly when he entered the room.

Sean had taken his shirt and slacks off and was attempting to wash the oily substance from his hair. Wearing only tight-fitting black silk pants, his skin was glistening with wetness. David gasped when he saw the tiny drops of water that had caught in the hollow of the blond's neck. He thought that he had never seen anything so erotic.

Sean turned to face David in time to see him blush furiously. The redhead dropped his eyes and licked his lips nervously. //He looks adorable,// Sean thought. "Help? Uh, maybe," he answered distractedly, "could you hand me a towel, please?"

David picked a towel from the rack and walked over to Sean. Blue eyes met green ones and he slowly wrapped the towel around the older man's shoulders. Sean's mouth was suddenly dry. "David..." he said in a hoarse voice.

The Aussie jerked back and let go of the towel. "Um, there you are..."

//Was it possible that he blushed even more?// Sean's thoughts were becoming less and less coherent as more and more of his blood seemed to pool in his groin. //Oh, fuck,// he groaned inwardly when he remembered that he was dressed only in his pants that became increasingly tighter.

In the same moment, David's eyes widened at the sight of these pants filling out with a most prominent bulge. He grew hard almost instantly.

"Thanks for the towel." Sean turned abruptly and began to work on his hair. Reaching for the hair gel, he was startled to feel another hand on the tube. David was standing very close to him and their eyes locked in the mirror.

"Let me..." David opened the tube, squeezed some gel into his hands and began to apply it to Sean's still wet hair. The blond stood mesmerised as he watched David's hands caress his scalp. His thoughts wandered to what it would feel like to have these hands on his chest, his back, his buttocks, his -- he blinked. //Stop it, Bean!// He hoped that these blues eyes would not stray downwards. But then again -- was it even possible that the redhead had not noticed the effect he was having on Sean?

The Brit felt both relieved when David finished stroking his hair and disappointed by the loss of the younger man's touch. "It's a shame, really, that you don't have more hair - here, for example..." Sean shivered when he felt a teasing hand on his chest. Yes, David knew exactly what he was doing! Skilful fingers caressed his skin, found a nipple and tweaked it gently. Sean gasped.

David's other hand was moving along the waistband of the Brit's now much-too-tight pants. His eyes followed the movements of his hand in the mirror and spotted a glistening wet patch on the black silk. Moaning, he leaned into Sean and pressed his needy groin against the blond's arse.

Sean turned around and lifted a finger to David's full lips. He traced the outline of the younger man's mouth while his other hand slowly unbuttoned the redhead's shirt. "Then let me take care of your hair..." He smiled seductively and leaned closer until their lips met. They kissed, tongues twirling and exploring until both men were short of breath.

Sean broke the kiss and removed David's shirt and jeans. He reached for the hair gel and warmed some of it in his hands. Never touching the skin below, he very gently applied it to the soft fuzz on the Aussie's chest.

David's breathing became ragged and his eyes were closed, the expression on his face one of pure rapture. Sean's soft tugging on his hair was incredibly arousing. The redhead gasped when Sean's hands wandered downwards in lazy circles and spread more gel on the tufts around his navel.

Continuing his ministrations, Sean moved slowly down David's treasure trail. He pushed the Aussie's boxers down and covered the downy hair on his thighs with gel. David, almost painfully hard now, moaned.

Sean watched them both in the large mirror. He had dropped to one knee next to David and deeply inhaled his musky scent. "Sean, please..." The redhead begged, not quite knowing what for. The Brit reached for the tube again, rubbed gel into the writhing man's pubic hair, and worked on the soft curls covering the heavy balls. He made sure not to touch David's now profusely-leaking cock.

David's moaning became more urgent. "Sean, please touch me..." He opened his eyes when the blond's hands left his body. "Sean?" he questioned, irritated at the sudden loss.

He sighed in relief when he saw that Sean had not moved far away. "Just thought I might have found a use for this huile". The Brit's French pronunciation was barbarous. He opened the small bottle and poured some of the liquid into his hands. David groaned in anticipation.

Sean moved behind him and after warming the oily liquid, he wrapped both his hands around David's erection and gently massaged the oil into the soft skin. The redhead had closed his eyes again and squirmed at the touch.

"Look!" Sean nudged the younger man's shoulder to make him face the scene in the mirror. David gasped at the sight. The blond had knelt down next to him and was nuzzling his hip. Sean's hands on the Aussie's cock gained momentum, stroking him firmly; David thrust into them, matching the other's rhythm. The purple head pushing through the circle made by Sean's thumb and fingers showed in the mirror in time with David's gasps.

Sean found it increasingly hard to concentrate. His own throbbing erection was screaming for attention. David was moaning almost constantly now and Sean had no doubts that the other man wanted this as much as he.

Never stopping his stroking of David's cock, the older man reached for the oil again. He coated his fingers liberally and slid them up and down the redhead's cleft. David pushed back and gasped when Sean's finger touched his puckered little hole.

The Brit reacted immediately and slipped one finger inside, causing the redhead to gasp again. He quickly added a second finger, and, after having met blue, pleading eyes in the mirror, a third. Sean could not take his eyes from the view in the mirror. David was rotating his pelvis to push into the blond's hand on his cock and, at the same time, fuck himself on Sean's fingers.

Sean pressed his fingers deeper until he found the hidden pleasure spot. David wailed as his hips bucked. "Oh god, Sean..." Sean rubbed the gland again and the younger man's knees nearly faltered.

Both men were breathing heavily when Sean withdrew his hand from David's slick entrance. The redhead gave a disappointed moan but his face lit up when he saw the other man pull a condom from his toiletry bag. Sean was fumbling with his free hand to push his tight pants down, not an easy feat considering how the wet silk was clinging to him.

David stopped the futile attempt. "Let me..." Sean flinched when a soft hand touched his oversensitive skin. The Aussie used both hands to steady Sean's hips. He knelt down and nuzzled the blond's groin, eliciting a deep moan. He grinned and ran his nose along the hard erection under the soft fabric. Sean moaned again, trying to gain friction, but he was stalled by David's hands.

Sean's thighs were trembling when the redhead responded to his need by softly licking along the bulge. The Brit's groans increased as the tongue and lips applied more pressure. David teased along the head of Sean's erection and sucked through the silk. He slowly pushed the clinging fabric down. Cupping Sean's tight balls in his hands, he admired the erect cock which was now fully covered in pre-cum. Suddenly, without warning, he took the head in his mouth and sucked hard. Sean cried out and his knees buckled. Panting, he caught his balance.

David poured oil on his fingers and delicately applied it to Sean's cock. The Brit cursed when the finger tips rubbed over the rim of his head, nearly losing it there and then. "Stop, stop, too close, need you now..." David stroked Sean once or twice more until his cock was well-slicked, and stood.

The blond got behind David again and lined up against his opening. Their eyes locked in the mirror as he entered the Aussie in one firm push. David gasped. Sean stilled immediately, panting "Don't move, or this will be over too fast..."

"Sorry, can't wait any longer!" David contracted his abdominal muscles and Sean hissed when he felt the tightening on his cock. He pulled back and pushed into his lover again, setting a fast rhythm. Neither man could endure slow and gentle now; they were too far gone for that.

Sean snarled when he felt the familiar tingling in his lower body indicating that his orgasm was not far off. He picked up his speed and adjusted the angle until he felt the redhead's moans give way to little cries every time he hit his prostate. David's eyes were closed, his head tilted backwards and his mouth open as he ground himself against Sean, urging the other man even deeper.

The invitation was hardly needed, the way Sean pounded into him. The Brit's movements were becoming increasingly erratic. His balls were tightening and he reached for David's cock, pumping frantically, suddenly afraid he would not have enough time to make the redhead come.

Sean need not have feared. David was so close to the edge already that it did not take much to tip him over. He reached the moment of no return when he felt Sean stiffen, heard the Brit's howling as his body jerked into him. Sean's hand tightened on his cock and David knew that he was lost, his cream spurting in hot blasts. His muscles clenched tightly around Sean and the blond gave a strangled sob as the last drops of seed were forced from his balls.

Both men panted, fighting to regain their breath. Sean, his whole body trembling with exhaustion, let his forehead rest on the redhead's shoulder. David braced himself on the sink next to them. "Maybe we should sit down," he suggested. Sean nodded in agreement, still too breathless to speak.

He carefully pulled himself out. David watched him thoughtfully as he disposed of the condom. "Got any more of those?" He picked up the oil bottle. "Come on, let's take this to the bedroom..."

Sean followed him incredulously. "I'm not sure I can handle another round right now."

David grinned at him. "Then it's good to be prepared for later."

"What about meeting the others?" Sean inquired half-heartedly.

"You can't go out with your hair messed up like that!" David explained.

Sean groaned and collapsed on the bed next to him.

Two hours later Sean woke up with David snuggled against him and the Aussie's head on his chest. Something was digging in his back and he wriggled the bottle of hair oil from underneath them. The movement also made David wake up.

Sean showed him the bottle. "This horrid stuff was quite useful after all."

David grinned and licked his lips meaningfully. "Nevertheless, I'd better teach you some French..."

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THE END

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