Title: Dressing Orlando
Status: Finished
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Subject: Slash/Angst
Pairing: Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction.
Feedback: If you wish.
Summary: Sean helps Orlando buy a suit.
Author's Note: This bunny came from a discussion of whether we thought Sean helped Orli buy his suits… Thanks, Liz
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Sean liked Orlando. He always had, but taking the boy out to buy clothes for the SAG Awards was a little more than he wanted to do. Peter’s wife had asked, as had Orlando’s publicist, so he figured the easiest course of action was to just do it and keep his mouth shut. That was a philosophy that had served him well for the most part.
He decided to just drive a rental rather than get a car to pick them up. He hadn’t had too many problems being recognized, but having Orlando along might complicate things. Getting out of a limo, even in LA, might get them some unwanted notice.
Orlando showed up at his hotel at two. He was as fidgety as usual, chewing his finger and not saying much.
"Orli, you okay?" The boy seemed even more on edge than usual.
"Yeah. Just a little pissed that no one thinks I’ve got enough sense to dress myself." Sean could understand that. He had been a bit concerned Orlando would be angry too. He would be.
"Well, I don’t blame you. Let’s just get it the fuck over with, and then we’ll find something else to do, like get drunk." He knew they wouldn’t be getting drunk because they wouldn’t have time, but maybe Orlando wouldn’t think that far ahead.
He clapped the younger man on the shoulder and off they went. Orlando cheered up and calmed down a bit. He actually liked trying on suits, even if he hated wearing them. He did insist that Sean look at every single one. Orli looked good in black. Really good. He kept hauling Sean into the dressing room. Sean would blush and go with him. Orlando had nothing on under his jeans, and Sean tried not to look at his naked ass. He tried hard not to look. But he found himself looking more and more. And not just at his ass. Orli knew he was looking too. And he was enjoying it.
They finally found a beautiful black pinstriped suit with a silver tie. Orli looked like a young god in it. Sean was actually glad. Watching Orli run around naked was getting to be a little bit too much for him. He was sure everyone thought he was buying clothes for his young lover.
"Where are you staying?" Sean asked as they got in the car.
"I’m supposed to get ready at your hotel and be picked up with you."
"Dammit, you’d think they’d let me know, wouldn’t you?" He didn’t miss the hurt look on the younger man’s face as he glanced over at him. "I didn’t mean it that way, Orli." Damn! He’d hurt the boy’s feelings.
He drove the rest of the way back to the hotel in silence. He and Orli went up to his room without a word. As soon as they got into the room, he turned to Orli and said, "I’m sorry if I made you angry. I fucking didn’t mean to. I just get tired of other people telling me what I’m doing all the fucking time. I was never angry at you."
Orli didn’t say anything for a minute, then he looked at Sean with his dark eyes flashing and said, "And you fucking think they ask me? They all act like I’m the village idiot. Have someone drive Orlando, have someone dress Orlando, have someone wipe Orlando’s fucking arse!"
Sean held his hands up and backed up. "Okay, lad. Just calm down." He poured himself a drink and sat down, turning on the television and acting like he was interested in what he saw. Orli stalked around the room for a while, and Sean really did get interested in what was on the television. He was surprised when Orlando sat down very close to him on the small sofa. He was very surprised when Orli licked his ear.
"Orlando?"
"Yeah?" He bit it this time.
"What are you doing?"
"Mmmmmm, biting you, I think."
"Why?" Sean could not believe he was having this insane conversation with Orlando. He wasn’t even sure if it was a real conversation. He knew it was affecting him somewhere other than just his ear. He shifted in his seat a bit.
"You taste good?" He laughed, a low sexy sound.
"Christ! Would you look at the time? Fuck! We’ve gotta get ready. You want the shower first, or shall I?"
"We could shower together."
Sean just looked at him a minute. "If I take a shower with you, Orlando, neither one of us will leave this room tonight. Now get your ass in there and get cleaned up. The car will be here in 45 minutes."
Orli just smiled that damned Mona Lisa smile of his and ducked into the bathroom. He emerged ten minutes later clean and as naked as the day he was born. Sean quickly ducked into the bathroom, mostly to keep Orlando from seeing how he was affecting him.
They actually made it to the awards show in time, dressed to kill, both of them. People made comments for days about how gorgeous they both were. Orlando’s publicist had arranged for a young lady to sit with him, but he found himself talking to Sean across her and when she was gone to the restroom, he had scooted over and slid a hand under the table and squeezed Sean’s thigh. Sean managed to act like nothing had happened. He was going to kill the boy after this thing was over.
They managed to get through the whole boring night. And Orlando piled into Sean’s car after it was over. Sean sort of expected him to go with the youngsters. But he didn’t.
"Can we drop you somewhere?"
"I’m going with you." Orli moved over close to Sean in the limo seat.
"Orli, what are you up to? What is all this? You’ve never acted like this before."
"How would you know? You’ve ignored me for the most part."
"No, I haven’t. I just don’t know what the fuck is up with you. Am I next on your list or something?" He knew the minute he said it how ugly and mean it was. But it was said and there was nothing he could do to take it back.
Orli retreated across the seat. "Fuck you, Bean." He crossed his arms and looked out the window.
"That was mean of me, and I didn’t mean it."
"Yes, you fucking did! Damn you!" He turned and looked at Sean, all angry and quite possibly the handsomest man he’d ever seen. His eyes were narrowed and his lips pressed together and his face was flushed red under his lovely olive coloring. He kept clenching and unclenching his hands. Sean moved close to Orli and took his hands. They were cold and they were shaking. He brought them to his lips, his eyes never leaving Orlando’s face. Orli finally turned to look at him. His eyes filled with tears, but he wouldn’t acknowledge them. Sean put one hand up and wiped away a tear as it fell down the younger man’s cheek.
Without a word, Orli went to Sean’s arms. He lay his head on Sean’s shoulder as Sean held him. He kissed a tearstained cheek and finally lifted Orli’s face up to look into his eyes. Whatever he meant to say was lost as he kissed Orli, a tender kiss, lips barely touching.
Orli crawled up into his lap and Sean didn’t know what to do for a minute, but Orli took care of that by kissing Sean, a kiss that began sweet and turned to more, to a kiss full of heat and passion. Sean knew then he was going to take Orli home and take him to bed. He didn’t really care if he was next on the list or not. He wanted this sweet man-child, wanted to make him writhe and moan with pleasure, to beg and whimper, and he knew he was going to have him.
The ride finally came to an end. It was difficult to make it to the elevator without kissing Orli again. Once the doors closed, Orli poured himself into Sean’s arms. Sean felt the younger man’s hard-on against his own erection. He wanted to take him right there in the fucking elevator. How had this happened? How had Orli entranced him so quickly? He shook his head. Right now, he really didn’t care.
The elevator ride was over. They entered the room arm in arm and began kissing as soon as they closed the door. Sean led Orli over to the bed, where he very carefully removed Orli’s suit and tie and hung it back up. Orli stood there in just his white shirt. His erection peeped out under the shirt.
Sean got down on his knees in front of Orli and looked up at him. Orli’s eyes were dark with need, with want. Sean wanted to fulfill all his wants and needs tonight. He slid his hands up Orli’s body and unbuttoned the white shirt, exposing the smooth olive skin that had been in front of him everywhere he’d looked all day. He ran his hands over that skin as Orli shrugged out of his shirt. Orli put his hands on Sean’s head, urging him closer. Sean could smell his own soap mingled with Orlando’s musky scent.
Sean touched him with the tip of his tongue. It all happened fast after that. Orli was thrusting into Sean’s throat in seconds, gripping his head hard. Sean hadn’t expected such desperate hunger, such need. Orli came quickly and copiously, filling Sean’s mouth, more than filling it. Sean pulled back when he stilled and licked his lip. He was painfully hard, but he didn’t see how he could ask Orli for anything. The boy was almost limp, moving back to sit on the bed.
Orli looked at him as he lay back on the bed. Sean was still dressed, but his arousal was very obvious. Orli looked hard at it and back up at Sean’s face.
"What do you want, Sean?" Orli asked in that low voice that made Sean’s skin tingle.
"I’m fine, Orli." He wasn’t but he couldn’t bring himself to ask the boy for anything. Orli seemed so needy tonight, it would feel like he was taking advantage of him.
Orli sat and held out his arms to Sean. Sean got on his knees beside the bed and let Orli hold him. He felt like HE was going to cry when Orli kissed the top of his head and held him to his naked chest. He whispered, "Sean, I’ve wanted you to love me for so long that it seems unreal to be here with you. It’s like a dream or something. I don’t even know what to do." Sean felt the young man’s tears drip down onto his face as he looked up into Orli’s eyes.
When the words came out of his mouth, Sean knew they were true and had been true for a lot longer than he could admit to. "Shhhh. Don’t cry, baby. I’ve loved you a lot longer than I realized. I didn’t even know it until tonight." He moved up to hold Orlando, and soon hugs turned to kisses and kisses turned to caresses and finally sometime in the night, Sean did make Orli writhe and moan and whimper and beg as he made Orlando his own, showing him as many times and as many ways as he could just how much he loved him.
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But always in Orlando’s mind, shopping with him for the pinstriped suit was the sweetest way Sean ever showed him how much he loved him.
~End~
