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Title: Like Never Before
Author: Captain Daisyshine (Hitchcock_Princess182@hotmail.com)
Pairing: OrliBean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sap and smut and sex with men, oh my!
Summary: Sean is out to prove to Orli just how much he loves him.
Archive: Green Opals can have it; everyone else just ask.
Disclaimer: I make no claims.... Er, except for that mutant half-tie. I want that thing.
Feedback: makes me happy inside.
Notes: lyrics from “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac.
Dedication:moblo413, beta extraordinaire- thanks, babe! My dirty sidekick (*cuddles*). Razzberry Snugglemuffin. Captain Nibbles, because she is going away to Ecuador and will likely not be reading slash for a very long time. (Love you!) Cap’n Sami-Jack. My OrliBean ladies (you know who you are).
For you, there’ll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I’m with you,
It’s alright, I know it’s right
To you, I’ll give the world
To you, I’ll never be cold
’cause I feel that when I’m with you,
It’s alright, I know it’s right.
And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.
Sometimes Sean isn’t sure that Orli knows Sean loves him, that Orli really truly knows and believes it in his heart of hearts. Sean has tried to tell him, but so often his words come out jumbled and awkward, and he can’t, just can’t, seem to get the words right to tell Orli that he loves him more than anything. And even though Sean has never loved anyone the way he loves Orlando, all his former eloquence is for naught when he tries to tell the boy that he loves him.
And then, sometimes, Sean knows that he doesn’t need words to tell Orli that he loves him, knows that any words he could find wouldn’t mean a thing next to the way he touches Orli, the way Orli touches him. It’s those moments when their touches say everything that Sean thinks Orli knows, knows how Sean loves him so much it hurts.
If only he could be sure.
******
Orlando’s eyes are lit up with a bright, jeweled fire that turns Sean’s insides into warm and wonderful jelly, and Sean’s chest is so tight he can’t catch his breath; that’s how beautiful Orlando is. Sean wants to kiss Orlando right there, in front of all their friends, just so they can all see how Orli is Sean’s reason for everything. But their friends don’t know about the two of them yet; they only met a few months ago, and they’re afraid the others might think they’re rushing into things. So, instead, Sean waits a reasonable length of time after Orli has gone in before walking into the pub to shouts of “Bean!” and “Hey man!”
And Sean smiles. It’s his special smile, the one he usually saves for Orlando, the one that only Orli fully understands. Everyone who sees it knows that Sean is in love, but he is very careful never to let anyone see him smile it toward Orlando.
Or so he thinks.
“Hey, Sean.” Viggo slides into the booth where Sean is sitting and watching the younger guys.
“Mmm,” Sean replies, not looking up, eyes glued to the dancing hobbits, but, most of all, the long lithe body of *his* Elf.
“So, how long have you and Orlando been a couple?” Viggo asks, the epitome of nonchalance. Sean chokes on his Guinness, which displays an unfortunate propensity for going down the wrong tube, splutters, coughs, and finally catches his breath.
“I’m sorry, but- what?”
Viggo grins. “Jesus, Sean, it’s all over your face ever time you look at him.”
“Whoops.”
“I think it’s wonderful.”
“Me, too,” Sean sighs, but there is a trembling note in his voice.
Viggo looks at him sympathetically. “Trouble in paradise?”
Sean shakes his head, quick and firm. “No, nothing like that. It’s just that I love him, and I’m not always sure he knows that.”
“Have you told him?”
“Of course! What do you take me for, a bloody fool? I don’t expect him to be a mind reader.”
Viggo smiles indulgently at Sean’s defensiveness. “Just asking. What makes you unsure?”
“Well, sometimes he looks at me like he’s scared shitless that I’m just going to walk away and end the whole thing.”
“You’re not, are you?” Viggo asks, one eyebrow raised suspiciously.
“No! Being with Orlando is the single most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. He’s so innocent, and smart, and sexy… I could never leave him. He’s wonderful. I want to wrap up the world in ribbons and shiny paper and give it to him for Christmas.” Sean looks wistfully at his lover out on the dance floor.
Viggo, by now, is sitting, listening, enraptured. “Have you told him all that?” he inquires.
“Well, no, I suppose not,” Sean admits.
“Tell him,” Viggo replies simply, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and maybe it is, Sean thinks.
Sean looks Viggo in the eyes and grins. “Thanks, mate.”
“No problem. Now take him and go, and tell him everything you just told me,” Viggo answers, smiling benevolently.
******
“Where are we going?” Orli asks excitedly. Sean has been very secretive since they left the pub, and the younger actor’s curiosity is mounting by the second.
Sean doesn’t answer, only smiles mysteriously. Orli grins wickedly at him and leans his head over into Sean’s lap. When Orli begins to mouth Sean’s half-hard cock through the denim of the other man’s jeans, Sean nearly wrecks the car. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he shouts. Orlando laughs, low and silky and seductive. “All right, if I tell you where we’re going, do you promise you won’t try to kill me again?” Sean asks, wary. Orlando nods, still smirking. “We’re going to a hotel. Does that answer your question?” Orli looks perplexed.
“What are we going to a hotel for?” Sean just shakes his head and keeps driving. Viggo told him about this place; the staff are (is) supposedly very discreet, and there are always vacancies. Add that to the charming, secluded, woodsy locale, and you’ve got yourself a perfect weekend getaway, Viggo said. Sean looks out the window, watching for the sign that will tell him when to turn. He spots it and goes left, driving down the narrow lane to the front of the hotel. It’s small, but the sign out front says ‘VACANCY’ in bright fluorescent letters, and Sean parks the car.
“Here,” he says, and he and Orlando get out and walk into the lobby, up to the front desk, where a smiling, professional blond checks them in and gives them the key to their room.
Orlando frowns. “What are we doing here?” he asks. Sean only smiles enigmatically and leads Orli to the lift, which they take to the second floor. They walk to their room, 206, and Sean unlocks the door, opening it for Orli and following him in.
Orli walks around inquisitively, exploring the little room and the bathroom leading off it. Then he turns to Sean and furrows his brow confusedly. “What’s all this for?” he asks.
“I wanted to bring you somewhere special, away from everything,” Sean replies.
“Why?”
“I want to show you how much I love you.” Orli begins to protest that it’s too much, but Sean holds up a hand to silence him. “Please, Orlando. Just let me love you.” Orlando can feel the sharp, beautiful sting of tears threatening to fall, but he refuses to let them. He doesn’t want this moment to become about his need for comfort. He wants it to be about Sean’s need to love him, and he holds back the tears, and Sean loves him even more for it.
Sean steps closer to Orli, then draws him into his arms and begins to kiss his lips heatedly, passionately, smolderingly. Sean’s mouth slowly drifts down Orlando’s neck, and he mumbles between kisses, “I love you, Orlando. You’re beautiful and wonderful and smart and sexy, and I love you…”
Orli would normally blush to hear such things from Sean, but he’s not embarrassed by Sean’s love for him, and he runs his fingers frenziedly through Sean’s hair, replying, “God, Sean, I love you, too.” Sean stops kissing Orlando long enough only to get both of them undressed, then stands again, pressing his body against Orlando’s, letting Orli feel how much Sean wants him.
“I love you, Orli,” Sean whispers raspily, his unimaginably sexy voice making Orlando’s knees feel suspiciously unstable. Though Sean’s hard cock pressed into Orli’s hip might have something to do with that as well.
“I want you… to-” Orlando gasps, choking on his words as Sean begins kissing his collarbone open-mouthed. “Oh God, Sean, fuck me,” he pants, wrapping one leg around the backs of Sean’s thighs and grinding their hips together.
Sean moans brokenly and leans down to pull a tube of lubricant from the pocket of his trousers, which are in a pile with the rest of their now-extraneous clothing. He rises and kisses Orlando again, melting his lover with the heat of his mouth, then pushes Orli backwards until his knees hit the bed and they tumble onto it together, tangled limbs and hungry mouths and eyes. They wrestle briefly, but it is Sean who ends up on top, as they both want it to be.
“ I love you, Orli.” Sean takes the lube and pours some onto a few fingers. He kneels between Orlando’s legs and pushes one finger into Orli’s tight, hot opening. Orli’s forehead wrinkles in discomfort, but then Sean brushes his prostate and he nearly flies off the bed.
“Oh, fuck, Sean, right there, do that again, fuck me with your fing-” But Sean cannot take any more and he silences Orlando with a searing kiss as he pushes another finger in. He begins to scissor the digits inside his lover, stretching him. The last thing he wants is to hurt Orli. Then, finally, he draws back and pulls his fingers out.
“Are you good?” he asks. Orlando nods feverishly. Sean slicks his cock with lube and begins to push in, ever-so-slowly. Orlando’s body grips him tight, and it takes a great effort not to just pound into the boy this second, especially as Orli writhes under him and makes all sorts of sexy faces, moaning and begging Sean to go faster, harder, deeper.
And then Sean is pushed in to the hilt, and Orlando can’t stand it any longer. “Fucking Christ, Sean, move!” he shouts. Sean moves pulling out only to thrust back in with all of his strength. Orlando screams his pleasure and pushes his hips down on Sean’s thick cock. “Oh, God, more!” he cries. “Fuck!”
“I love you,” Sean responds. “So good…” And he slams into Orlando over and over until they’re both moaning with every thrust, and then Sean says, “Come for me, baby. Let me see you.” And Orli does just that, wailing his release as his inner muscles clamp down on Sean’s cock, squeezing his orgasm out of him. Sean comes with a groan and collapses on top of Orlando.
“I love you, Orlando.”
“I know, Sean.”
Sean hits him “Cheeky bastard.”
Orli smiles. “I love you, too.”
Author: Captain Daisyshine (Hitchcock_Princess182@hotmail.com)
Pairing: OrliBean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sap and smut and sex with men, oh my!
Summary: Sean is out to prove to Orli just how much he loves him.
Archive: Green Opals can have it; everyone else just ask.
Disclaimer: I make no claims.... Er, except for that mutant half-tie. I want that thing.
Feedback: makes me happy inside.
Notes: lyrics from “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac.
Dedication:moblo413, beta extraordinaire- thanks, babe! My dirty sidekick (*cuddles*). Razzberry Snugglemuffin. Captain Nibbles, because she is going away to Ecuador and will likely not be reading slash for a very long time. (Love you!) Cap’n Sami-Jack. My OrliBean ladies (you know who you are).
For you, there’ll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I’m with you,
It’s alright, I know it’s right
To you, I’ll give the world
To you, I’ll never be cold
’cause I feel that when I’m with you,
It’s alright, I know it’s right.
And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.
Sometimes Sean isn’t sure that Orli knows Sean loves him, that Orli really truly knows and believes it in his heart of hearts. Sean has tried to tell him, but so often his words come out jumbled and awkward, and he can’t, just can’t, seem to get the words right to tell Orli that he loves him more than anything. And even though Sean has never loved anyone the way he loves Orlando, all his former eloquence is for naught when he tries to tell the boy that he loves him.
And then, sometimes, Sean knows that he doesn’t need words to tell Orli that he loves him, knows that any words he could find wouldn’t mean a thing next to the way he touches Orli, the way Orli touches him. It’s those moments when their touches say everything that Sean thinks Orli knows, knows how Sean loves him so much it hurts.
If only he could be sure.
******
Orlando’s eyes are lit up with a bright, jeweled fire that turns Sean’s insides into warm and wonderful jelly, and Sean’s chest is so tight he can’t catch his breath; that’s how beautiful Orlando is. Sean wants to kiss Orlando right there, in front of all their friends, just so they can all see how Orli is Sean’s reason for everything. But their friends don’t know about the two of them yet; they only met a few months ago, and they’re afraid the others might think they’re rushing into things. So, instead, Sean waits a reasonable length of time after Orli has gone in before walking into the pub to shouts of “Bean!” and “Hey man!”
And Sean smiles. It’s his special smile, the one he usually saves for Orlando, the one that only Orli fully understands. Everyone who sees it knows that Sean is in love, but he is very careful never to let anyone see him smile it toward Orlando.
Or so he thinks.
“Hey, Sean.” Viggo slides into the booth where Sean is sitting and watching the younger guys.
“Mmm,” Sean replies, not looking up, eyes glued to the dancing hobbits, but, most of all, the long lithe body of *his* Elf.
“So, how long have you and Orlando been a couple?” Viggo asks, the epitome of nonchalance. Sean chokes on his Guinness, which displays an unfortunate propensity for going down the wrong tube, splutters, coughs, and finally catches his breath.
“I’m sorry, but- what?”
Viggo grins. “Jesus, Sean, it’s all over your face ever time you look at him.”
“Whoops.”
“I think it’s wonderful.”
“Me, too,” Sean sighs, but there is a trembling note in his voice.
Viggo looks at him sympathetically. “Trouble in paradise?”
Sean shakes his head, quick and firm. “No, nothing like that. It’s just that I love him, and I’m not always sure he knows that.”
“Have you told him?”
“Of course! What do you take me for, a bloody fool? I don’t expect him to be a mind reader.”
Viggo smiles indulgently at Sean’s defensiveness. “Just asking. What makes you unsure?”
“Well, sometimes he looks at me like he’s scared shitless that I’m just going to walk away and end the whole thing.”
“You’re not, are you?” Viggo asks, one eyebrow raised suspiciously.
“No! Being with Orlando is the single most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. He’s so innocent, and smart, and sexy… I could never leave him. He’s wonderful. I want to wrap up the world in ribbons and shiny paper and give it to him for Christmas.” Sean looks wistfully at his lover out on the dance floor.
Viggo, by now, is sitting, listening, enraptured. “Have you told him all that?” he inquires.
“Well, no, I suppose not,” Sean admits.
“Tell him,” Viggo replies simply, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and maybe it is, Sean thinks.
Sean looks Viggo in the eyes and grins. “Thanks, mate.”
“No problem. Now take him and go, and tell him everything you just told me,” Viggo answers, smiling benevolently.
******
“Where are we going?” Orli asks excitedly. Sean has been very secretive since they left the pub, and the younger actor’s curiosity is mounting by the second.
Sean doesn’t answer, only smiles mysteriously. Orli grins wickedly at him and leans his head over into Sean’s lap. When Orli begins to mouth Sean’s half-hard cock through the denim of the other man’s jeans, Sean nearly wrecks the car. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he shouts. Orlando laughs, low and silky and seductive. “All right, if I tell you where we’re going, do you promise you won’t try to kill me again?” Sean asks, wary. Orlando nods, still smirking. “We’re going to a hotel. Does that answer your question?” Orli looks perplexed.
“What are we going to a hotel for?” Sean just shakes his head and keeps driving. Viggo told him about this place; the staff are (is) supposedly very discreet, and there are always vacancies. Add that to the charming, secluded, woodsy locale, and you’ve got yourself a perfect weekend getaway, Viggo said. Sean looks out the window, watching for the sign that will tell him when to turn. He spots it and goes left, driving down the narrow lane to the front of the hotel. It’s small, but the sign out front says ‘VACANCY’ in bright fluorescent letters, and Sean parks the car.
“Here,” he says, and he and Orlando get out and walk into the lobby, up to the front desk, where a smiling, professional blond checks them in and gives them the key to their room.
Orlando frowns. “What are we doing here?” he asks. Sean only smiles enigmatically and leads Orli to the lift, which they take to the second floor. They walk to their room, 206, and Sean unlocks the door, opening it for Orli and following him in.
Orli walks around inquisitively, exploring the little room and the bathroom leading off it. Then he turns to Sean and furrows his brow confusedly. “What’s all this for?” he asks.
“I wanted to bring you somewhere special, away from everything,” Sean replies.
“Why?”
“I want to show you how much I love you.” Orli begins to protest that it’s too much, but Sean holds up a hand to silence him. “Please, Orlando. Just let me love you.” Orlando can feel the sharp, beautiful sting of tears threatening to fall, but he refuses to let them. He doesn’t want this moment to become about his need for comfort. He wants it to be about Sean’s need to love him, and he holds back the tears, and Sean loves him even more for it.
Sean steps closer to Orli, then draws him into his arms and begins to kiss his lips heatedly, passionately, smolderingly. Sean’s mouth slowly drifts down Orlando’s neck, and he mumbles between kisses, “I love you, Orlando. You’re beautiful and wonderful and smart and sexy, and I love you…”
Orli would normally blush to hear such things from Sean, but he’s not embarrassed by Sean’s love for him, and he runs his fingers frenziedly through Sean’s hair, replying, “God, Sean, I love you, too.” Sean stops kissing Orlando long enough only to get both of them undressed, then stands again, pressing his body against Orlando’s, letting Orli feel how much Sean wants him.
“I love you, Orli,” Sean whispers raspily, his unimaginably sexy voice making Orlando’s knees feel suspiciously unstable. Though Sean’s hard cock pressed into Orli’s hip might have something to do with that as well.
“I want you… to-” Orlando gasps, choking on his words as Sean begins kissing his collarbone open-mouthed. “Oh God, Sean, fuck me,” he pants, wrapping one leg around the backs of Sean’s thighs and grinding their hips together.
Sean moans brokenly and leans down to pull a tube of lubricant from the pocket of his trousers, which are in a pile with the rest of their now-extraneous clothing. He rises and kisses Orlando again, melting his lover with the heat of his mouth, then pushes Orli backwards until his knees hit the bed and they tumble onto it together, tangled limbs and hungry mouths and eyes. They wrestle briefly, but it is Sean who ends up on top, as they both want it to be.
“ I love you, Orli.” Sean takes the lube and pours some onto a few fingers. He kneels between Orlando’s legs and pushes one finger into Orli’s tight, hot opening. Orli’s forehead wrinkles in discomfort, but then Sean brushes his prostate and he nearly flies off the bed.
“Oh, fuck, Sean, right there, do that again, fuck me with your fing-” But Sean cannot take any more and he silences Orlando with a searing kiss as he pushes another finger in. He begins to scissor the digits inside his lover, stretching him. The last thing he wants is to hurt Orli. Then, finally, he draws back and pulls his fingers out.
“Are you good?” he asks. Orlando nods feverishly. Sean slicks his cock with lube and begins to push in, ever-so-slowly. Orlando’s body grips him tight, and it takes a great effort not to just pound into the boy this second, especially as Orli writhes under him and makes all sorts of sexy faces, moaning and begging Sean to go faster, harder, deeper.
And then Sean is pushed in to the hilt, and Orlando can’t stand it any longer. “Fucking Christ, Sean, move!” he shouts. Sean moves pulling out only to thrust back in with all of his strength. Orlando screams his pleasure and pushes his hips down on Sean’s thick cock. “Oh, God, more!” he cries. “Fuck!”
“I love you,” Sean responds. “So good…” And he slams into Orlando over and over until they’re both moaning with every thrust, and then Sean says, “Come for me, baby. Let me see you.” And Orli does just that, wailing his release as his inner muscles clamp down on Sean’s cock, squeezing his orgasm out of him. Sean comes with a groan and collapses on top of Orlando.
“I love you, Orlando.”
“I know, Sean.”
Sean hits him “Cheeky bastard.”
Orli smiles. “I love you, too.”