FIC: "Privacy" 1/1 (Eric Bana/Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean) PG-13
Title: "Privacy"
Author: Brenda (azewewish)
Pairing: Eric Bana/Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Summary: It's tricky finding a few moments alone in a crowd of people.
Notes: A small ficlet for amygirl to celebrate her birthday. :)
"You know, if you keep standing this close to me, people are going to talk," Orlando says conversationally, even as he hauls Sean even closer to him. The din surrounding them is astounding, a cacophony of sound that has a cadence and rhythm all of its own. Flashes pop as the photographers jockey for position. Out here on the carpet, however, it's almost a small oasis of serenity. It's absurd, but Orlando feels some measure of peace on this side of the velvet rope.
Or maybe, it has more to do with the company he's keeping than where he is.
He can see Sean's diabolical, wide grin out of the corner of his eye. "They're already talking, love. Might as well give them a good reason."
Eric, on Sean's other side, laughs. They both look stunning in Versace - although they'd both give Orlando shit if they knew what he was thinking. Sentiment's never been their style. "If only they knew."
"Just as well they don't," Orlando says, and he can feel the corners of his lips curve upwards. "Imagine how much your manly reps would suffer if anyone knew just how sweetly you beg for my -"
"Don't be arrogant," Sean chides, in a mild tone. "You do enough of your own begging."
True enough, and he thinks no one would blame him. "Of course I do," he answers, then flashes another blinding smile for the photographers. "The difference is, everyone expects me to beg, don't they. What would shock people is how much the two of you do it."
"I'm not ashamed," Eric shrugs. His hair is so impeccably styled that all Orlando wants to do is run his fingers through it to muss it up. "I'm the one getting laid in spectacular fashion."
"Pleasure's pleasure," Sean adds, then winks at Orlando as his voice drops. The rugged growl of it goes straight to Orlando's groin. "And you've got such a sweet mouth, sweet arse, and an even sweeter cock. Why would I feel ashamed to beg for it? It's not like you ever refuse."
Orlando's voice softens. "Nor will I."
"And that's why we love you," Eric declares, and smiles, reaching around Sean to toy with the hairs on Orlando's nape.
"I always knew it was only for my body," Orlando laments, even as he leans into Sean - breathing him in as much as he can - which gives Eric easier access. He wishes they were back in their opulent hotel suite, with its even more opulent bed.
"Shallow as a beggar's grave, that's us," Sean affirms, and turns his head to brush a seemingly innocent kiss across Orlando's forehead.
"It's alright, I don't mind being used. As long as it's by the two of you."
"Always," Sean promises, and squeezes Orlando's side as the publicist beckons them down the press line.
***
Author: Brenda (azewewish)
Pairing: Eric Bana/Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Summary: It's tricky finding a few moments alone in a crowd of people.
Notes: A small ficlet for amygirl to celebrate her birthday. :)
"You know, if you keep standing this close to me, people are going to talk," Orlando says conversationally, even as he hauls Sean even closer to him. The din surrounding them is astounding, a cacophony of sound that has a cadence and rhythm all of its own. Flashes pop as the photographers jockey for position. Out here on the carpet, however, it's almost a small oasis of serenity. It's absurd, but Orlando feels some measure of peace on this side of the velvet rope.
Or maybe, it has more to do with the company he's keeping than where he is.
He can see Sean's diabolical, wide grin out of the corner of his eye. "They're already talking, love. Might as well give them a good reason."
Eric, on Sean's other side, laughs. They both look stunning in Versace - although they'd both give Orlando shit if they knew what he was thinking. Sentiment's never been their style. "If only they knew."
"Just as well they don't," Orlando says, and he can feel the corners of his lips curve upwards. "Imagine how much your manly reps would suffer if anyone knew just how sweetly you beg for my -"
"Don't be arrogant," Sean chides, in a mild tone. "You do enough of your own begging."
True enough, and he thinks no one would blame him. "Of course I do," he answers, then flashes another blinding smile for the photographers. "The difference is, everyone expects me to beg, don't they. What would shock people is how much the two of you do it."
"I'm not ashamed," Eric shrugs. His hair is so impeccably styled that all Orlando wants to do is run his fingers through it to muss it up. "I'm the one getting laid in spectacular fashion."
"Pleasure's pleasure," Sean adds, then winks at Orlando as his voice drops. The rugged growl of it goes straight to Orlando's groin. "And you've got such a sweet mouth, sweet arse, and an even sweeter cock. Why would I feel ashamed to beg for it? It's not like you ever refuse."
Orlando's voice softens. "Nor will I."
"And that's why we love you," Eric declares, and smiles, reaching around Sean to toy with the hairs on Orlando's nape.
"I always knew it was only for my body," Orlando laments, even as he leans into Sean - breathing him in as much as he can - which gives Eric easier access. He wishes they were back in their opulent hotel suite, with its even more opulent bed.
"Shallow as a beggar's grave, that's us," Sean affirms, and turns his head to brush a seemingly innocent kiss across Orlando's forehead.
"It's alright, I don't mind being used. As long as it's by the two of you."
"Always," Sean promises, and squeezes Orlando's side as the publicist beckons them down the press line.
***