Fic: Untitled - LotRPS - Sean/Elijah - PG-13ish
Title: Untitled
Fandom: LotRPS
Pairing: Sean Astin/Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-13, for slashy implications
AN: Written for my darling rakshi's birthday. I had wanted it to be a full-on NC-17 lust fest there at the end, but alas, my writing muse seems to have flown away again, and I'd rather post it incomplete than not at all. Set durring and just after their Q&A the ORC party. Only partially betaed. Very, very loosely inspired by Elton John's song Original Sin, though it is not in any way, shape or form song!fic.
Disclaimer: As this is a work of my over-active imagination, it's all a bunch of lies. Never happened. These two are not, to the best of my knowledge, romantically or sexually involved. It just turns me on to see hot guys snogging and all....
Hundreds of flashes flickered around them as the two fell into one another’s arms and clung to each other for long moments in an embrace they consciously kept just this side of intimate. We may be on a stage for all to see, Sean thought, but this moment is ours alone.
It’d been longer than Sean could remember since he’d had the opportunity to see Elijah, thanks to their hectic and generally conflicting schedules. They talked, of course, emailed or text messaged one another at least a few times per week. But this… this was so much better, touching him once again, seeing that smile, and those cobalt eyes light up in a way they only did for Sean. The way that, after all these years, still made his heart skip, and his belly do that funny little flip.
Sean didn’t like to try to define just what it was that he and Elijah had. It felt wrong to do so, as if placing a label on it would cheapen and degrade things somehow. They saw one another when they could, and made do with whatever mode of communication they could employ when they couldn’t. And somehow, it was enough.
Now, though, was one of those rare treats, one of those glorious moments in time where they were once more in the same city, with at least a few days worth of free time (even if a generous portion of those days had to be devoted to the convention…), and they fully intended to put that time to good use. God alone knew when they might have the opportunity again; best to build up a cache of memories to fall back on during the lean times, so to speak. For the moment, however, they belonged to the teeming crowd of fans who’d paid a mind-boggling amount of money to see them at the convention, and they played their part. This never ceased to amaze Sean, that there were so many people willing to pay for nothing more than the privilege of watching the Hobbit actors do what they do best when together - joke and laugh and reminisce about the whirlwind that the last five years of the Rings project had been.
He watched as Elijah wooed and seduced the crowd without even trying - indeed, probably without even knowing he’d done it. That thought made Sean smile. Elijah was always so incognizant of how easily he could effect people, especially the young women who self-deprecatingly referred to themselves as ‘fangirls’.
Of course, it wasn’t just the fans he had that effect on, Sean knew that better than anyone did. Even as they stood on the stage more or less holding a private conversation for thousands of ears, this thought played through Sean’s mind. How was it that after five years and all that the two of them had shared, had experienced together, Elijah could still set flights of butterflies loose in his belly with nothing more that a glance, or a touch? Sean hadn’t slept for days, the anticipation of seeing Elijah again after months and months had him so wired. That, too, astounded him, really. There were times when he’d gone nearly as long without seeing his family, but the days leading up to a return home never made him feel this way. No. It was only Elijah who did that. Elijah, who had somehow managed to get under his skin and act almost as a drug for him, a highly addictive drug that made him absolutely euphoric, even in minute doses. A drug which Sean felt positive he could never possibly get enough of.
Sean’s gaze moved over row upon row of faces that fanned out from the stage, a bit of a smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth as a hail of cat-calls and cries of “I love you, Elijah!” rained down on them. The mic pressed to his lips, the urge to point in the direction of the declaration and say You’re not the only one… strong. Common sense won out, though, and Sean kept that thought to himself. It was enough for him that Elijah knew.
It was over, and they made their exit to a thunderous round of applause. Sean, who was momentarily waylaid by Christine telling him that Elizabeth was overly tired and she herself felt less than stellar and, therefore, they were going home, lost track of Elijah. The kid was made of smoke, Sean swore, the way he could just vanish. After long moments of searching he found his quarry, chatting it up with various and sundry volunteers and smoking one of his ubiquitous clove cigarettes. The pungent smoke hung about him like a cloud of incense from an invisible censer, which struck Sean as being apropos, given the otherworldly quality of Elijah’s looks.
Sean stood by quietly for several moments, until cobalt eyes met his own, and lit up with a smile. “There you are, babes! Thought I’d lost you!”
“Not possible,” Sean grinned. “Just momentarily detained.”
Elijah nodded and paused a moment, drawing on his cigarette as he waited for the people around him to take their cues and clear out. “So I saw. How’s the family, then?” There was never anything malicious in Elijah’s voice when he inquired after Sean’s wife and children, only sincere curiosity, perhaps even some note of gratitude for the fact that Christine knew of the time they spent together and yet chose to turn a blind eye to it.
Half-shrugging one shoulder, Sean slipped his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “Chris and Lizzie are feeling a bit under the weather. She’s taking the girls home.” He didn’t figure this would be the most opportune moment to tell Elijah that Christine was feeling poorly because she was suffering the first symptoms of her recently discovered pregnancy. He’d find another time to tell him, he promised himself. Glancing around to make sure no one was paying undue attention, Sean took a step and a half closer, lowering his voice. “D’ya think we could maybe… you know. Find somewhere a bit more private than this?”
Five years had allowed Elijah to develop an above average understanding of the various cryptic turns of phrase Sean tended to use. For instance, if Sean were to mutter about needing to tuck in his shirt as he scurried off to the men’s room, that meant he was suddenly in need of a good wank. And finding somewhere more private meant that the place had better have a sturdy, horizontal surface. He blinked at this request and looked around much the way Sean had a moment ago. “What, here? Now?” There was slightly incredulous edge to his voice. When Sean nodded, Elijah gave his head a little shake. “Sean, babes… we’ve only got, like, forty-five minutes until the photo ops!”
A sheepish grin played over Sean’s lips. “Forty-five minutes is still longer than the breaks we had when we were filming,” he asserted.”
Snuffing out his cigarette with a soft laugh, Elijah shook his head. “You’re unbelievable, man. Can’t wait another couple of hours, for us to get back to the hotel…?” Still, he slipped off the crate he’s been seated on and brushed his hands lightly over the back of his jeans.
“Have you looked in the mirror lately? If not, have a good glance and tell me you could resist you!” Sean couldn’t help but laugh as he said this, and the pair made their way down a hall to their right.
“Of course I have, Astin. Why do you think I take so long getting ready? I can never tear my fuckin’ eyes away from my own reflection.” The lines were delivered in that dry, sarcastic voice that Sean always expected to be accompanied by an eye roll. “You have a spot already picked out, I suppose? Or is this one of your rare, utterly spontaneous moments?” That got Sean a little wink and grin.
“Ok, so maybe I scouted out a potential location, in the hopes that the opportunity to put it to use might arise.”
Elijah snorted. “Jesus, Sean, that’s what I love about you. You use three times as many words as you need to say something.”
The two easily enough found an office that seemed to be unused just now, leather sofa and two chairs off to one side, desk offset on the other. Sean closed and locked the door behind them as Elijah paced idly across the room before turning to lean against the desk with a coy smile. “Why are you still all the way over there, babes?” He pulled himself up to sit on the desk and leaned back, hands braced behind him.
A smile tugged at the corner of Sean’s mouth as he sauntered over to where Elijah perched. “Oh, I was just admiring the view, that’s all.” Stepping between Elijah’s parted thighs, he slowly caressed his hands over the outsides and tops of them, his voice softening. “It’s a view I’ve not had the opportunity to gaze upon for too long.”
Reaching out, Elijah’s fingers carded through Sean’s hair lightly, his smile turning slightly melancholic. “I know, Sean, and I’m sorry for that. It’s just, between filming and you running here and there for everything….” Soft fingers traced the curve of Sean’s ear, catching the lobe between thumb and forefinger, massaging it lightly.
“It’s ok, baby… doesn’t matter now.” Sean leaned in and mouth met mouth with a gentle press before his tongue coaxed Elijah’s lips apart and dipped inside, humming at the familiar taste and texture.
Fandom: LotRPS
Pairing: Sean Astin/Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-13, for slashy implications
AN: Written for my darling rakshi's birthday. I had wanted it to be a full-on NC-17 lust fest there at the end, but alas, my writing muse seems to have flown away again, and I'd rather post it incomplete than not at all. Set durring and just after their Q&A the ORC party. Only partially betaed. Very, very loosely inspired by Elton John's song Original Sin, though it is not in any way, shape or form song!fic.
Disclaimer: As this is a work of my over-active imagination, it's all a bunch of lies. Never happened. These two are not, to the best of my knowledge, romantically or sexually involved. It just turns me on to see hot guys snogging and all....
Hundreds of flashes flickered around them as the two fell into one another’s arms and clung to each other for long moments in an embrace they consciously kept just this side of intimate. We may be on a stage for all to see, Sean thought, but this moment is ours alone.
It’d been longer than Sean could remember since he’d had the opportunity to see Elijah, thanks to their hectic and generally conflicting schedules. They talked, of course, emailed or text messaged one another at least a few times per week. But this… this was so much better, touching him once again, seeing that smile, and those cobalt eyes light up in a way they only did for Sean. The way that, after all these years, still made his heart skip, and his belly do that funny little flip.
Sean didn’t like to try to define just what it was that he and Elijah had. It felt wrong to do so, as if placing a label on it would cheapen and degrade things somehow. They saw one another when they could, and made do with whatever mode of communication they could employ when they couldn’t. And somehow, it was enough.
Now, though, was one of those rare treats, one of those glorious moments in time where they were once more in the same city, with at least a few days worth of free time (even if a generous portion of those days had to be devoted to the convention…), and they fully intended to put that time to good use. God alone knew when they might have the opportunity again; best to build up a cache of memories to fall back on during the lean times, so to speak. For the moment, however, they belonged to the teeming crowd of fans who’d paid a mind-boggling amount of money to see them at the convention, and they played their part. This never ceased to amaze Sean, that there were so many people willing to pay for nothing more than the privilege of watching the Hobbit actors do what they do best when together - joke and laugh and reminisce about the whirlwind that the last five years of the Rings project had been.
He watched as Elijah wooed and seduced the crowd without even trying - indeed, probably without even knowing he’d done it. That thought made Sean smile. Elijah was always so incognizant of how easily he could effect people, especially the young women who self-deprecatingly referred to themselves as ‘fangirls’.
Of course, it wasn’t just the fans he had that effect on, Sean knew that better than anyone did. Even as they stood on the stage more or less holding a private conversation for thousands of ears, this thought played through Sean’s mind. How was it that after five years and all that the two of them had shared, had experienced together, Elijah could still set flights of butterflies loose in his belly with nothing more that a glance, or a touch? Sean hadn’t slept for days, the anticipation of seeing Elijah again after months and months had him so wired. That, too, astounded him, really. There were times when he’d gone nearly as long without seeing his family, but the days leading up to a return home never made him feel this way. No. It was only Elijah who did that. Elijah, who had somehow managed to get under his skin and act almost as a drug for him, a highly addictive drug that made him absolutely euphoric, even in minute doses. A drug which Sean felt positive he could never possibly get enough of.
Sean’s gaze moved over row upon row of faces that fanned out from the stage, a bit of a smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth as a hail of cat-calls and cries of “I love you, Elijah!” rained down on them. The mic pressed to his lips, the urge to point in the direction of the declaration and say You’re not the only one… strong. Common sense won out, though, and Sean kept that thought to himself. It was enough for him that Elijah knew.
It was over, and they made their exit to a thunderous round of applause. Sean, who was momentarily waylaid by Christine telling him that Elizabeth was overly tired and she herself felt less than stellar and, therefore, they were going home, lost track of Elijah. The kid was made of smoke, Sean swore, the way he could just vanish. After long moments of searching he found his quarry, chatting it up with various and sundry volunteers and smoking one of his ubiquitous clove cigarettes. The pungent smoke hung about him like a cloud of incense from an invisible censer, which struck Sean as being apropos, given the otherworldly quality of Elijah’s looks.
Sean stood by quietly for several moments, until cobalt eyes met his own, and lit up with a smile. “There you are, babes! Thought I’d lost you!”
“Not possible,” Sean grinned. “Just momentarily detained.”
Elijah nodded and paused a moment, drawing on his cigarette as he waited for the people around him to take their cues and clear out. “So I saw. How’s the family, then?” There was never anything malicious in Elijah’s voice when he inquired after Sean’s wife and children, only sincere curiosity, perhaps even some note of gratitude for the fact that Christine knew of the time they spent together and yet chose to turn a blind eye to it.
Half-shrugging one shoulder, Sean slipped his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “Chris and Lizzie are feeling a bit under the weather. She’s taking the girls home.” He didn’t figure this would be the most opportune moment to tell Elijah that Christine was feeling poorly because she was suffering the first symptoms of her recently discovered pregnancy. He’d find another time to tell him, he promised himself. Glancing around to make sure no one was paying undue attention, Sean took a step and a half closer, lowering his voice. “D’ya think we could maybe… you know. Find somewhere a bit more private than this?”
Five years had allowed Elijah to develop an above average understanding of the various cryptic turns of phrase Sean tended to use. For instance, if Sean were to mutter about needing to tuck in his shirt as he scurried off to the men’s room, that meant he was suddenly in need of a good wank. And finding somewhere more private meant that the place had better have a sturdy, horizontal surface. He blinked at this request and looked around much the way Sean had a moment ago. “What, here? Now?” There was slightly incredulous edge to his voice. When Sean nodded, Elijah gave his head a little shake. “Sean, babes… we’ve only got, like, forty-five minutes until the photo ops!”
A sheepish grin played over Sean’s lips. “Forty-five minutes is still longer than the breaks we had when we were filming,” he asserted.”
Snuffing out his cigarette with a soft laugh, Elijah shook his head. “You’re unbelievable, man. Can’t wait another couple of hours, for us to get back to the hotel…?” Still, he slipped off the crate he’s been seated on and brushed his hands lightly over the back of his jeans.
“Have you looked in the mirror lately? If not, have a good glance and tell me you could resist you!” Sean couldn’t help but laugh as he said this, and the pair made their way down a hall to their right.
“Of course I have, Astin. Why do you think I take so long getting ready? I can never tear my fuckin’ eyes away from my own reflection.” The lines were delivered in that dry, sarcastic voice that Sean always expected to be accompanied by an eye roll. “You have a spot already picked out, I suppose? Or is this one of your rare, utterly spontaneous moments?” That got Sean a little wink and grin.
“Ok, so maybe I scouted out a potential location, in the hopes that the opportunity to put it to use might arise.”
Elijah snorted. “Jesus, Sean, that’s what I love about you. You use three times as many words as you need to say something.”
The two easily enough found an office that seemed to be unused just now, leather sofa and two chairs off to one side, desk offset on the other. Sean closed and locked the door behind them as Elijah paced idly across the room before turning to lean against the desk with a coy smile. “Why are you still all the way over there, babes?” He pulled himself up to sit on the desk and leaned back, hands braced behind him.
A smile tugged at the corner of Sean’s mouth as he sauntered over to where Elijah perched. “Oh, I was just admiring the view, that’s all.” Stepping between Elijah’s parted thighs, he slowly caressed his hands over the outsides and tops of them, his voice softening. “It’s a view I’ve not had the opportunity to gaze upon for too long.”
Reaching out, Elijah’s fingers carded through Sean’s hair lightly, his smile turning slightly melancholic. “I know, Sean, and I’m sorry for that. It’s just, between filming and you running here and there for everything….” Soft fingers traced the curve of Sean’s ear, catching the lobe between thumb and forefinger, massaging it lightly.
“It’s ok, baby… doesn’t matter now.” Sean leaned in and mouth met mouth with a gentle press before his tongue coaxed Elijah’s lips apart and dipped inside, humming at the familiar taste and texture.