Fic: Best Laid Plans (Yule giftfic for lbilover - S/E, Mature)
Title: Best Laid Plans
Author: aprilkat
Pairing: Sean A/Elijah
Rating: Mature
Warning: Slash. RPS.
Disclaimer: I claim nothing about these men in real life; this is fiction -never happened!
AN1: Yulefic for lbilover, who wanted a S/E reunion.
AN2: The idea about Elijah’s kissing lessons came from lbilover’s story, ”Teach Me Tonight”. Hope she doesn’t mind the reference.
Sean pushed open the cabin door with one muddy boot and staggered across the living room to the fireplace, trying to keep the wood in his arms balanced so that he dropped as few pieces as possible. Dumping the load in the corner by the hearth, he dropped to his knees and replenished the fire until it crackled and leapt merrily upward.
He pulled his boots off with some effort. Pushing himself back to his feet, he groaned at the sight of his dirty tracks across the polished pine floor. Carrying the boots back to the front door, he wiped them clean with a towel and carefully placed them in a pan next to the door. Then he brought out the mop and quickly cleared away the signs of clay and slush.
He stood back at last and took one last critical look around. The place looked as cozy and romantic as he could possibly make it. The only light came from the fireplace and a couple of kerosene lamps. Candles stood ready for lighting on the rustic table, where crystal goblets and a bottle of champagne glittered next to fine china and silver. The steps up to the loft were strewn with rose petals, and he’d replaced the plain cotton sheets in the loft bed with ones of softest silk.
Sean breathed out nervously. If all went to plan, they would embrace, get over the awkwardness of not seeing each other for almost a year by opening the champagne and taking the edge off. They would dine on the roast chicken currently being kept warm in the oven, and then take their drinks to sit next to the fire. Sean felt heat rise at the thought - perhaps by that point they would be feeling so at ease with each other, after sharing news of their lives and having a chance to re-establish that special bond, that Sean would feel confident enough to reach over, pull Elijah’s face to his, claim those lips…
Sean shivered and broke the thought. No use getting a head start on things. Besides, things were not going to plan. Elijah was already more than two hours late; Sean hadn’t realized that the cabin was out of cellphone range until he’d tried to check his messages. The roast chicken was going to dry out if it was warmed too long, and if Elijah didn’t get here tonight, then all that would be left for them would be the one Saturday night and then the dash back to the airport on Sunday.
Unless something had happened. Maybe Elijah’s flight had been cancelled, and he hadn’t been able to contact Sean. Or even worse, Elijah had landed, and his rental car was now somewhere at the bottom of a ravine, having slid off one of these slick mountain roads. Why hadn’t Sean arranged to meet him at the airport, instead of being so set to be here to prepare the perfect setting? Why hadn’t…
Sean brought himself up short. What he needed now was for Elijah to be here to tell him to stop driving himself crazy and to tease him for being Mr. Safety.
Sean flopped down on the sofa and picked up his book, then dropped it without opening it.
Face it, Astin. You’re scared. You don’t know whether he’ll feel the same after so long. After being so close and then being apart. Text messages and phone calls just aren’t the same as being together.
He let his head drop onto the sofa back. Smiling, he remembered their first time. The other hobbits had been teasing Elijah about his terrible on-screen kissing technique; later, out of nowhere (or so it had seemed), Sean had volunteered to let Elijah practice on him. What followed from that became the most intensely wonderful, shattering, fulfilling relationship of Sean’s life.
Of course, being in New Zealand was like being in a whole different world. The first time, Chris and the girls had been back in the States on a visit. By the time they’d returned, Sean and Elijah had morphed their Sam and Frodo roles into real-life need. Sean shifted uneasily, remembering the mixture of bliss and guilt that had caused him; he and Chris had had a lot of work to do when it became evident that his love for Elijah was as much a part of his life as their marriage. When they went back to film pick-ups, Sean and Elijah were able to make it their own time, apart from their families and the industry, surrounded by supportive accepting friends. It had been a sort of idyll.
But now - Sean was troubled by how easy it was once back in the old routines to not see each other. Their careers had gone different directions. Their paths didn’t cross as much; Elijah seemed to be jetting all over the world, both filming and following his girlfriend’s band on tour. While Sean was doing his bits of acting, producing and directing, Elijah seemed to have become some sort of hipster icon, launching his record label and doing independent films.
What if he’s changed? What if he thinks you’re just an uncool old fart? What if you don’t have anything in common anymore?
With a sigh, Sean realized that all the trouble he’d taken to make everything just right was a way of trying to control his fears that everything wasn’t right. Well, he couldn’t change who he was, anymore than he could control who Elijah might be now.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a car turning into the driveway. Heart in his throat, he stood. If we can just get past the first few minutes, we’ll be fine, I know it…
A loud knock. Stepping forward, Sean let his hand caress the rough wood of the cabin door briefly before grasping the latch and opening it. He pulled it wide as a slender form blew in with a gust of frosty wind, a bag clutched under each arm. The door slammed behind him.
Sean had only a split second to take in a glimpse of ruffled brown hair and hint of mutton chops.
Thud. Thud.
“The bags,” he thought vaguely, as his breath was slammed out of his body by the impact of Elijah’s full-frontal assault.
Staggering backwards, Sean felt legs wrapped around his waist, arms clamped around his shoulders, lips plastered firmly over his.
Kisses even better…Mmmm. Sean found himself flat on his back in front of the fireplace, looking up into a pair of blue eyes sparkling with mischief - or maybe firelight. No, both.
Straddling Sean’s prone body, Elijah shrugged off his down jacket, shucked off his shirt and t-shirt in one smooth move, and started working eager fingers down Sean’s shirt buttons. Sean could do nothing but stare up at the golden glow of firelight shimmering up and down that beautiful skin.
“Um, Seanie, aren’t you going to lend a hand here?” asked Elijah.
His tone was confident, secure. He hadn’t spend hours worrying about his reception or whether that special bond would still be theirs. Sean felt like sobbing in relief.
Instead, he reached up to unsnap Elijah’s jeans, working the zipper down as far as it would go. Elijah leaped to his feet to pull the jeans the rest of the way down, then sat to pull off his Timberlands and socks.
Still on his back, Sean hoisted his hips and lowered his own jeans and underwear, kicking them off eagerly. Pulling off his flannel shirt, he yanked his sweater over his head and laid back on the floor, grateful for the thick fur rug on the hearth.
Digging in his jacket pocket, Elijah triumphantly waved lube and condoms over Sean’s head, then resumed his position straddling Sean.
“Wait,” Sean rasped. “Let me look at you.”
Elijah grinned down at him, unself-consciously exposed and aroused. His gleaming eyes said that he found Sean absolutely ravishing and that he intended to take every possible advantage of his situation.
Overwhelmed, Sean ran his hands up Elijah’s thighs, stroked over his stomach and up to his nipples. Elijah let out a squeak (Oh, I remember that sound thought Sean) and collapsed onto Sean’s chest like a marionette whose strings had been cut.
Afterwards, they lay together in each other’s arms, only moving once when Sean got up to restock the fire and pull the comforter off the couch to cover them. Bundled up together, they snuggled and murmured, punctuating their words with soft little touches of their lips. They didn’t talk of their lives, their jobs, their thoughts. They just spoke love that needed no words to articulate.
As they drifted off, Sean thought about his carefully laid plans to ease them back into their relationship. Luckily, he could count on Elijah to act with his heart and break through any artificial boundaries.
Best laid plans, he chuckled silently.
Author: aprilkat
Pairing: Sean A/Elijah
Rating: Mature
Warning: Slash. RPS.
Disclaimer: I claim nothing about these men in real life; this is fiction -never happened!
AN1: Yulefic for lbilover, who wanted a S/E reunion.
AN2: The idea about Elijah’s kissing lessons came from lbilover’s story, ”Teach Me Tonight”. Hope she doesn’t mind the reference.
Sean pushed open the cabin door with one muddy boot and staggered across the living room to the fireplace, trying to keep the wood in his arms balanced so that he dropped as few pieces as possible. Dumping the load in the corner by the hearth, he dropped to his knees and replenished the fire until it crackled and leapt merrily upward.
He pulled his boots off with some effort. Pushing himself back to his feet, he groaned at the sight of his dirty tracks across the polished pine floor. Carrying the boots back to the front door, he wiped them clean with a towel and carefully placed them in a pan next to the door. Then he brought out the mop and quickly cleared away the signs of clay and slush.
He stood back at last and took one last critical look around. The place looked as cozy and romantic as he could possibly make it. The only light came from the fireplace and a couple of kerosene lamps. Candles stood ready for lighting on the rustic table, where crystal goblets and a bottle of champagne glittered next to fine china and silver. The steps up to the loft were strewn with rose petals, and he’d replaced the plain cotton sheets in the loft bed with ones of softest silk.
Sean breathed out nervously. If all went to plan, they would embrace, get over the awkwardness of not seeing each other for almost a year by opening the champagne and taking the edge off. They would dine on the roast chicken currently being kept warm in the oven, and then take their drinks to sit next to the fire. Sean felt heat rise at the thought - perhaps by that point they would be feeling so at ease with each other, after sharing news of their lives and having a chance to re-establish that special bond, that Sean would feel confident enough to reach over, pull Elijah’s face to his, claim those lips…
Sean shivered and broke the thought. No use getting a head start on things. Besides, things were not going to plan. Elijah was already more than two hours late; Sean hadn’t realized that the cabin was out of cellphone range until he’d tried to check his messages. The roast chicken was going to dry out if it was warmed too long, and if Elijah didn’t get here tonight, then all that would be left for them would be the one Saturday night and then the dash back to the airport on Sunday.
Unless something had happened. Maybe Elijah’s flight had been cancelled, and he hadn’t been able to contact Sean. Or even worse, Elijah had landed, and his rental car was now somewhere at the bottom of a ravine, having slid off one of these slick mountain roads. Why hadn’t Sean arranged to meet him at the airport, instead of being so set to be here to prepare the perfect setting? Why hadn’t…
Sean brought himself up short. What he needed now was for Elijah to be here to tell him to stop driving himself crazy and to tease him for being Mr. Safety.
Sean flopped down on the sofa and picked up his book, then dropped it without opening it.
Face it, Astin. You’re scared. You don’t know whether he’ll feel the same after so long. After being so close and then being apart. Text messages and phone calls just aren’t the same as being together.
He let his head drop onto the sofa back. Smiling, he remembered their first time. The other hobbits had been teasing Elijah about his terrible on-screen kissing technique; later, out of nowhere (or so it had seemed), Sean had volunteered to let Elijah practice on him. What followed from that became the most intensely wonderful, shattering, fulfilling relationship of Sean’s life.
Of course, being in New Zealand was like being in a whole different world. The first time, Chris and the girls had been back in the States on a visit. By the time they’d returned, Sean and Elijah had morphed their Sam and Frodo roles into real-life need. Sean shifted uneasily, remembering the mixture of bliss and guilt that had caused him; he and Chris had had a lot of work to do when it became evident that his love for Elijah was as much a part of his life as their marriage. When they went back to film pick-ups, Sean and Elijah were able to make it their own time, apart from their families and the industry, surrounded by supportive accepting friends. It had been a sort of idyll.
But now - Sean was troubled by how easy it was once back in the old routines to not see each other. Their careers had gone different directions. Their paths didn’t cross as much; Elijah seemed to be jetting all over the world, both filming and following his girlfriend’s band on tour. While Sean was doing his bits of acting, producing and directing, Elijah seemed to have become some sort of hipster icon, launching his record label and doing independent films.
What if he’s changed? What if he thinks you’re just an uncool old fart? What if you don’t have anything in common anymore?
With a sigh, Sean realized that all the trouble he’d taken to make everything just right was a way of trying to control his fears that everything wasn’t right. Well, he couldn’t change who he was, anymore than he could control who Elijah might be now.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a car turning into the driveway. Heart in his throat, he stood. If we can just get past the first few minutes, we’ll be fine, I know it…
A loud knock. Stepping forward, Sean let his hand caress the rough wood of the cabin door briefly before grasping the latch and opening it. He pulled it wide as a slender form blew in with a gust of frosty wind, a bag clutched under each arm. The door slammed behind him.
Sean had only a split second to take in a glimpse of ruffled brown hair and hint of mutton chops.
Thud. Thud.
“The bags,” he thought vaguely, as his breath was slammed out of his body by the impact of Elijah’s full-frontal assault.
Staggering backwards, Sean felt legs wrapped around his waist, arms clamped around his shoulders, lips plastered firmly over his.
Kisses even better…Mmmm. Sean found himself flat on his back in front of the fireplace, looking up into a pair of blue eyes sparkling with mischief - or maybe firelight. No, both.
Straddling Sean’s prone body, Elijah shrugged off his down jacket, shucked off his shirt and t-shirt in one smooth move, and started working eager fingers down Sean’s shirt buttons. Sean could do nothing but stare up at the golden glow of firelight shimmering up and down that beautiful skin.
“Um, Seanie, aren’t you going to lend a hand here?” asked Elijah.
His tone was confident, secure. He hadn’t spend hours worrying about his reception or whether that special bond would still be theirs. Sean felt like sobbing in relief.
Instead, he reached up to unsnap Elijah’s jeans, working the zipper down as far as it would go. Elijah leaped to his feet to pull the jeans the rest of the way down, then sat to pull off his Timberlands and socks.
Still on his back, Sean hoisted his hips and lowered his own jeans and underwear, kicking them off eagerly. Pulling off his flannel shirt, he yanked his sweater over his head and laid back on the floor, grateful for the thick fur rug on the hearth.
Digging in his jacket pocket, Elijah triumphantly waved lube and condoms over Sean’s head, then resumed his position straddling Sean.
“Wait,” Sean rasped. “Let me look at you.”
Elijah grinned down at him, unself-consciously exposed and aroused. His gleaming eyes said that he found Sean absolutely ravishing and that he intended to take every possible advantage of his situation.
Overwhelmed, Sean ran his hands up Elijah’s thighs, stroked over his stomach and up to his nipples. Elijah let out a squeak (Oh, I remember that sound thought Sean) and collapsed onto Sean’s chest like a marionette whose strings had been cut.
Afterwards, they lay together in each other’s arms, only moving once when Sean got up to restock the fire and pull the comforter off the couch to cover them. Bundled up together, they snuggled and murmured, punctuating their words with soft little touches of their lips. They didn’t talk of their lives, their jobs, their thoughts. They just spoke love that needed no words to articulate.
As they drifted off, Sean thought about his carefully laid plans to ease them back into their relationship. Luckily, he could count on Elijah to act with his heart and break through any artificial boundaries.
Best laid plans, he chuckled silently.