Happy Birthday, Fawsley!
Perhaps not your favourite pairing, but I did write it in your honour. Perhaps to change your mind... :) Since I won't be around tomorrow, I'm posting it now. Hell, it's almost midnight where I am. Enjoy!
Happy Birthday!
Title: To Change Your Mind
Author: Eremir (eremir82[at]yahoo.se)
Pairings: Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC17
Summary: “Bland? Who are you calling bland, old man?”
Warnings: Smut!
Feedback: Is my precious drug.
Disclaimer: Don’t know these people, this never happened, but if it ever did I’d happily volunteer to hold the camera.
A/N: Written for miss fawsley for her birthday, August 12th 2006
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“Come on, stop that pouting. It’s not a very flattering look for you.”
“Bite me.”
“Aww, you havin’ your period or something?”
“Fuck you, Sean!”
Orlando finally left the room and slammed the door behind him. Sean grinned and took another swig of his beer.
“I’m warning you, Bean,” Viggo slurred, half lying in his chair. “You’re gonna piss him off so bad one of these days, he’s gonna kick your ass into next wednesday.”
“Jeez, I was only joking. Kid’s got to learn not to take himself so bloody seriously.”
Viggo giggled and scratched his nose. “I’m drunk.”
“Yeah, I noticed. You want me help you to your room?”
“Nah, I got it.” The inebriated artist stood, but instantly wobbled into the nearest wall, causing a framed photo of a sunflower to crash into the floor. “I got it...”
Sean merely shook his head, hooking one of Viggo’s arms over his shoulders and dragging him to the door. It took some manoeuvring to get the yank through the corridor and past staring hotel guests, but as soon as he had been settled in his own room Bean left him to fend for himself and hurried back. Orlando was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth with enough fury to wear the enamel off, and Sean snuck up behind him, snaking his arms around the slender waist.
“Fuck off, Bean,” the younger man spat, leaving white spots on the mirror.
“Aw, come on, sugar tits, you know you can’t be cross with me forever,” he replied, playing with a nipple.
“Fuck you.”
“Ah, so it’s not just your acting, it’s your vocabulary as well?”
Orlando elbowed the older man hard in the ribs, wringing himself free and rinsing the toothpaste from his mouth. After spitting he turned around and stared Sean square in the eye, his face set grim.
“You never have any complaints about my acting when I’ve got my fingers up you ass.”
Sean sighed, leaning back against the wall and running his hand through blond hair. “Can’t you just get over it?”
The young brit snorted. “Orblando? Fucking Orblando?! You expect me to want to suck your prick after making a comment like that in front of fucking Ridley Scott and Cameron Crowe? You know I want to work with these people, right?”
“It was a joke!”
“Aren’t you a funny Bean.”
Brown eyes shot daggers at the older man before leaving. Sean drew a deep breath, pulling the beer-stained shirt over his head and stepping into the shower, giving the younger man some time to cool off. Apparently his comment had stung more than he had anticipated. Back in New Zealand, good old Orli was always up for a joke, and gladly put himself up for ridicule, happy being the clown. But he had gotten really uptight lately. As Sean let the cool water spray against his face, he wondered if maybe being the “hot new thing” had put too much pressure on his young lover.
When he stepped out he found Orli on the bed, lying gloriously naked on his stomach, sifting through a script he had been given earlier that night. As Sean approached the bed he was utterly ignored. But those firm, round cheeks sticking up was just too much of a temptation, and he couldn’t resist laying down and placing savouring kisses on the smooth skin. Orlando threw a glance over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing your ass.”
The young man couldn’t repress a giggle, and swatted Sean on the head with his script. “Stop being cute. I’m trying to be pissed at you.”
“Told you. Can’t hate me forever.”
He continued his worship of the delicious arse, kissing down the thighs and up the spine until his subject was purring, resting on the pillows completely relaxed. Easing the long legs apart, he delved his face in, reaching for the place he knew would make his lover forgive and forget. As his tongue found the target there was a delighted moan, and Orlando willingly spread his legs further apart. Sean licked and teased until he felt the younger man push back eagerly, wiggling on the bed. He could bet good money there was a hard on lurking beneath the taut body.
“You gonna bloody fuck me or what?” Orlando asked, frustrated.
“Changed your mind, have I?” Sean grinned, poking his finger against the sensitive pucker.
“Nnnnhh...”
“Was that a yes? Forgive me, do you?” He drove the finger home, directly at the sweet spot.
“Yes!”
“Good boy.”
By use of one finger alone, Sean was able to drive the younger man out of his mind, and he didn’t stop until he felt certain Orlando would blow. When the olive skin was glistening with sweat, when long limbs were trembling and white script pages had been crumpled by clawing hands, then he stopped. He withdrew and forcefully turned Orli on his back, weighing him into the mattress. Pausing above the flushed face, Sean revelled in the arousal he could see clearly in the brown puppy eyes. He relished the hot bursts of breath against his face as the other man’s chest heaved below him. It was always the most beautiful moment to Sean; the anticipation of what was about to happen, and the knowledge that Orlando would do anything for it.
He leaned down and captured the soft lips between his own, the younger man groaning and squirming beneath him, their cocks rubbing against each other. Orlando easily yielded, all signs of resistance gone, and allowed himself to be completely conquered by the older man. Sean was an expert kisser, anyone who had kissed him would testify, and he loved how he could turn his lover pliant by a simple sweep of the tongue. Orli responded deliciously, parting his legs as he parted his lips, taking as much of Sean as he could.
Sean kissed him until his resolve was completely vanished and he was begging to be fucked. Lube was hastily applied and Orlando grabbed at Sean’s cock, aiming to impale himself upon it, but the older man took his time. He loved watching the boy squirm. Legs and arms wrapped around him in desperation, but Sean only smiled, teasing his fingers over the leaking member that lay waiting on a tanned stomach.
“What’s the magic word?” he purred, sensing how his voice sent a shiver through the young actor’s form.
“Please?”
“You can do better than that, my little beauty.” He rubbed his thumb over the swollen head, nudging his cock against the opening.
“Uhm...please...a lot?”
Nails dug into Sean’s shoulder, and he felt the young man’s hips tilting upwards, aching for attention. But Master Bean only chuckled evilly, continuing to taunt his prey.
“You know the magic word, piglet,” he said, sliding his cock through the slick cleft.
“Rumpelstiltskin?” Orlando breathed, sending the older man into a fit of giggles that nearly ended his arousal.
“Close enough...” Sean laughed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
Orli held his position eagerly as he was finally pierced by his lover’s cock. He whimpered helplessly, watching it sliding into his body and disappearing in the dark. Sean kept control over himself, even though all he wanted to do was bang the actor’s head through the wall, fucking his brains out. A smooth entry, slow and deliberate, so he could absorb every sensation with an unclouded mind. The tight entrance hugging him, the legs clamping around his hips, the hot breath against his throat and sweet noises in his ear. But once he was all the way inside, his lover relaxing below him, all bets were off.
Pulling nearly all the way out, then slamming back in, Sean set an ever-increasing pace meant to drive them both mad. Orlando groaned loudly, taking every thrust with eager anticipation. As their bodies swayed the bed swayed with them, and Orlando braced his hands against the headboard to keep himself in place. Sean ignored such worries, fisting his hands in the sheets for leverage and pounding into the willing ass, grunting with strain as he did. A heat burned within him, set his cock on fire, and all he wanted was to spend himself in the velvet depths, regardless of his lover. But those sweet puppy eyes looked up at him so pleadingly, swimming with a pain brought on by lust. Orlando ached to be freed.
Wrapping his arms tightly around the muscular body, Sean aimed his thrusts for maximum damage, making the young man squeal louder than he thought possible. He fucked the last bit of strength out of both of them, and when he thought he could take no more Orlando came, tightening down on the intruder and spilling between their bodies with a loud wail. Sean literally exploded inside his lover, biting down on the supple neck so easily accessible to his predatory teeth.
Like waves rolling against a white sand beach the orgasm rolled through Sean. He closed his eyes and let himself ride it, blissfully leaving his body and floating away on heavenly pleasure....
“Bean?”
“Mmph?”
“You’re kinda heavy, you know.”
Orlando grunted beneath him, and Sean was forced back to the present, rolling off his squashed lover. Once on his back cool air floated over his front, drying his sweaty skin and calming his edgy nerves. He noticed the other occupant of the bed turning his back on him, and he feared Orlando was once again going to be angry with him. Spooning up behind the young actor, he looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing.
“Look what you made me do,” Orlando whined, smoothing out his mangled script.
“But it was worth it, wasn’t it?” Sean said in his most silky voice, kissing whatever skin he could reach on the young man’s neck.
“Mmmm...” was the only answer, as Orli pressed back against Sean’s chest.
“So you’re not still angry?”
“Well...” Orlando turned, snuggling up to his lover. “Let’s just say you have a lot of ass-kissing to do.”
“I can live with that,” Sean grinned, kissing the other man breathless.
“By the way,” Orlando panted, “what’s the magic word?”
“Well, I was hoping for a simple fuck me, but I love you would have been nice as well.”
“You going romantic on me, old man?”
“Sure. I’m romantic, Viggo’s sober, and you’re Oscar material.”
“Shut up!” Orlando grinned, and swatted Bean on the head with his script.
Happy Birthday!
Title: To Change Your Mind
Author: Eremir (eremir82[at]yahoo.se)
Pairings: Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC17
Summary: “Bland? Who are you calling bland, old man?”
Warnings: Smut!
Feedback: Is my precious drug.
Disclaimer: Don’t know these people, this never happened, but if it ever did I’d happily volunteer to hold the camera.
A/N: Written for miss fawsley for her birthday, August 12th 2006
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“Come on, stop that pouting. It’s not a very flattering look for you.”
“Bite me.”
“Aww, you havin’ your period or something?”
“Fuck you, Sean!”
Orlando finally left the room and slammed the door behind him. Sean grinned and took another swig of his beer.
“I’m warning you, Bean,” Viggo slurred, half lying in his chair. “You’re gonna piss him off so bad one of these days, he’s gonna kick your ass into next wednesday.”
“Jeez, I was only joking. Kid’s got to learn not to take himself so bloody seriously.”
Viggo giggled and scratched his nose. “I’m drunk.”
“Yeah, I noticed. You want me help you to your room?”
“Nah, I got it.” The inebriated artist stood, but instantly wobbled into the nearest wall, causing a framed photo of a sunflower to crash into the floor. “I got it...”
Sean merely shook his head, hooking one of Viggo’s arms over his shoulders and dragging him to the door. It took some manoeuvring to get the yank through the corridor and past staring hotel guests, but as soon as he had been settled in his own room Bean left him to fend for himself and hurried back. Orlando was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth with enough fury to wear the enamel off, and Sean snuck up behind him, snaking his arms around the slender waist.
“Fuck off, Bean,” the younger man spat, leaving white spots on the mirror.
“Aw, come on, sugar tits, you know you can’t be cross with me forever,” he replied, playing with a nipple.
“Fuck you.”
“Ah, so it’s not just your acting, it’s your vocabulary as well?”
Orlando elbowed the older man hard in the ribs, wringing himself free and rinsing the toothpaste from his mouth. After spitting he turned around and stared Sean square in the eye, his face set grim.
“You never have any complaints about my acting when I’ve got my fingers up you ass.”
Sean sighed, leaning back against the wall and running his hand through blond hair. “Can’t you just get over it?”
The young brit snorted. “Orblando? Fucking Orblando?! You expect me to want to suck your prick after making a comment like that in front of fucking Ridley Scott and Cameron Crowe? You know I want to work with these people, right?”
“It was a joke!”
“Aren’t you a funny Bean.”
Brown eyes shot daggers at the older man before leaving. Sean drew a deep breath, pulling the beer-stained shirt over his head and stepping into the shower, giving the younger man some time to cool off. Apparently his comment had stung more than he had anticipated. Back in New Zealand, good old Orli was always up for a joke, and gladly put himself up for ridicule, happy being the clown. But he had gotten really uptight lately. As Sean let the cool water spray against his face, he wondered if maybe being the “hot new thing” had put too much pressure on his young lover.
When he stepped out he found Orli on the bed, lying gloriously naked on his stomach, sifting through a script he had been given earlier that night. As Sean approached the bed he was utterly ignored. But those firm, round cheeks sticking up was just too much of a temptation, and he couldn’t resist laying down and placing savouring kisses on the smooth skin. Orlando threw a glance over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing your ass.”
The young man couldn’t repress a giggle, and swatted Sean on the head with his script. “Stop being cute. I’m trying to be pissed at you.”
“Told you. Can’t hate me forever.”
He continued his worship of the delicious arse, kissing down the thighs and up the spine until his subject was purring, resting on the pillows completely relaxed. Easing the long legs apart, he delved his face in, reaching for the place he knew would make his lover forgive and forget. As his tongue found the target there was a delighted moan, and Orlando willingly spread his legs further apart. Sean licked and teased until he felt the younger man push back eagerly, wiggling on the bed. He could bet good money there was a hard on lurking beneath the taut body.
“You gonna bloody fuck me or what?” Orlando asked, frustrated.
“Changed your mind, have I?” Sean grinned, poking his finger against the sensitive pucker.
“Nnnnhh...”
“Was that a yes? Forgive me, do you?” He drove the finger home, directly at the sweet spot.
“Yes!”
“Good boy.”
By use of one finger alone, Sean was able to drive the younger man out of his mind, and he didn’t stop until he felt certain Orlando would blow. When the olive skin was glistening with sweat, when long limbs were trembling and white script pages had been crumpled by clawing hands, then he stopped. He withdrew and forcefully turned Orli on his back, weighing him into the mattress. Pausing above the flushed face, Sean revelled in the arousal he could see clearly in the brown puppy eyes. He relished the hot bursts of breath against his face as the other man’s chest heaved below him. It was always the most beautiful moment to Sean; the anticipation of what was about to happen, and the knowledge that Orlando would do anything for it.
He leaned down and captured the soft lips between his own, the younger man groaning and squirming beneath him, their cocks rubbing against each other. Orlando easily yielded, all signs of resistance gone, and allowed himself to be completely conquered by the older man. Sean was an expert kisser, anyone who had kissed him would testify, and he loved how he could turn his lover pliant by a simple sweep of the tongue. Orli responded deliciously, parting his legs as he parted his lips, taking as much of Sean as he could.
Sean kissed him until his resolve was completely vanished and he was begging to be fucked. Lube was hastily applied and Orlando grabbed at Sean’s cock, aiming to impale himself upon it, but the older man took his time. He loved watching the boy squirm. Legs and arms wrapped around him in desperation, but Sean only smiled, teasing his fingers over the leaking member that lay waiting on a tanned stomach.
“What’s the magic word?” he purred, sensing how his voice sent a shiver through the young actor’s form.
“Please?”
“You can do better than that, my little beauty.” He rubbed his thumb over the swollen head, nudging his cock against the opening.
“Uhm...please...a lot?”
Nails dug into Sean’s shoulder, and he felt the young man’s hips tilting upwards, aching for attention. But Master Bean only chuckled evilly, continuing to taunt his prey.
“You know the magic word, piglet,” he said, sliding his cock through the slick cleft.
“Rumpelstiltskin?” Orlando breathed, sending the older man into a fit of giggles that nearly ended his arousal.
“Close enough...” Sean laughed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
Orli held his position eagerly as he was finally pierced by his lover’s cock. He whimpered helplessly, watching it sliding into his body and disappearing in the dark. Sean kept control over himself, even though all he wanted to do was bang the actor’s head through the wall, fucking his brains out. A smooth entry, slow and deliberate, so he could absorb every sensation with an unclouded mind. The tight entrance hugging him, the legs clamping around his hips, the hot breath against his throat and sweet noises in his ear. But once he was all the way inside, his lover relaxing below him, all bets were off.
Pulling nearly all the way out, then slamming back in, Sean set an ever-increasing pace meant to drive them both mad. Orlando groaned loudly, taking every thrust with eager anticipation. As their bodies swayed the bed swayed with them, and Orlando braced his hands against the headboard to keep himself in place. Sean ignored such worries, fisting his hands in the sheets for leverage and pounding into the willing ass, grunting with strain as he did. A heat burned within him, set his cock on fire, and all he wanted was to spend himself in the velvet depths, regardless of his lover. But those sweet puppy eyes looked up at him so pleadingly, swimming with a pain brought on by lust. Orlando ached to be freed.
Wrapping his arms tightly around the muscular body, Sean aimed his thrusts for maximum damage, making the young man squeal louder than he thought possible. He fucked the last bit of strength out of both of them, and when he thought he could take no more Orlando came, tightening down on the intruder and spilling between their bodies with a loud wail. Sean literally exploded inside his lover, biting down on the supple neck so easily accessible to his predatory teeth.
Like waves rolling against a white sand beach the orgasm rolled through Sean. He closed his eyes and let himself ride it, blissfully leaving his body and floating away on heavenly pleasure....
“Bean?”
“Mmph?”
“You’re kinda heavy, you know.”
Orlando grunted beneath him, and Sean was forced back to the present, rolling off his squashed lover. Once on his back cool air floated over his front, drying his sweaty skin and calming his edgy nerves. He noticed the other occupant of the bed turning his back on him, and he feared Orlando was once again going to be angry with him. Spooning up behind the young actor, he looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing.
“Look what you made me do,” Orlando whined, smoothing out his mangled script.
“But it was worth it, wasn’t it?” Sean said in his most silky voice, kissing whatever skin he could reach on the young man’s neck.
“Mmmm...” was the only answer, as Orli pressed back against Sean’s chest.
“So you’re not still angry?”
“Well...” Orlando turned, snuggling up to his lover. “Let’s just say you have a lot of ass-kissing to do.”
“I can live with that,” Sean grinned, kissing the other man breathless.
“By the way,” Orlando panted, “what’s the magic word?”
“Well, I was hoping for a simple fuck me, but I love you would have been nice as well.”
“You going romantic on me, old man?”
“Sure. I’m romantic, Viggo’s sober, and you’re Oscar material.”
“Shut up!” Orlando grinned, and swatted Bean on the head with his script.