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Sean opened the note and the smell of strawberries assaulted him yet again.
"Fuck!" he shouted to no one in particular. This was the second note he'd gotten this week, the fifth altogether, and they were all from some insane strawberry fanatic.
This one said:
//Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I'll bet strawberry jam
Tastes good on you.//
God, this one was the worst yet. Sometimes he wondered why on earth he had ever done that damned Bond film. Nobody ever remembered anything he had done except say strawberries. Well, that and fucking like a bunny in Lady Chatterley.
He shredded the letter and threw it in the garbage can.
The next day it was a wax strawberry and a note that simply said: //You are the strawberry of my eye.//
He knew it had to be one of the people on the film, but who and why? This bordered on stalking. He wasn't scared, but he sure as hell was sick of strawberries. He looked at everyone with a suspicious eye.
At breakfast one morning, Dom kept asking if there was anymore strawberry jam, so Sean decided it had to be Dom doing this.
But then two days later, he saw Orli drinking a strawberry soda at lunch. Orli even went so far as to say "tastes like strawberries." So he was positive it was Orli.
Viggo had a carton of fresh strawberries on the set one morning, passing them out to everyone. They were sweet, Sean had to admit.
Elijah told him he should try some strawberry shampoo to get the remnants of glue out of his hair after he had his costume removed. He even dropped by with a bottle of the stuff after shooting that day. It did get the glue out.
Sean Astin gave him a drawing his daughter had made of a strawberry. It was so cute that he hung it on his refrigerator. He really didn't think Sean was his stalker
Ian asked him if he'd like a taste of a new strawberry liqueur he had found. It was good! He was sure Ian didn't have time to stalk him, because he spent most of his spare time with Nick.
And he kept getting the horrid poems. One a day now. He wondered who he could talk to about this insanity.
Then the notes stopped.
No one was eating strawberries or smelling like strawberries or even giving him strawberry drawings. He missed it.
Weeks passed and no strawberries. Had he insulted his admirer? He started asking everyone if someone had asked them to do all the strawberry stuff, but they all were so innocent! No one knew anything. Of course not.
He decided to box up all the things he had gotten. He couldn't bear to throw away the drawing from Astin's kid so he left it. He put the box out for the garbage collector to pick up the next day
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Billy, holding the box. Inside it were a few more things. A bottle of strawberry massage oil for one. Real fresh berries and whipped cream for another.
"I saw this sitting out there, and I knew you'd not want to throw it all away." He picked up the oil and grinned at Sean.
"That wasn't in there when I put it outside."
"No, and neither was this," Billy answered picking up the whipped cream. "I put those in it."
Sean knew he was really thick sometimes, but it took a minute for him to get his mind around what Billy just said.
"You wrote the notes, the awful poems?"
Billy grinned his angelic grin at Sean. "That would be me too."
"Why?"
"I wanted to make you smile, give you a diversion. You've been a bit distracted and down since the divorce was final."
"You almost drove me nuts," Sean said, but he knew Billy had succeeded in pulling him out of his depression over the divorce too.
"But you do feel better. And I had another reason."
"Oh?" Suddenly the air was charged.
"I DO love to hear you say it. It fills my head with thoughts." Billy wasn't smiling now.
"Thoughts of what, Billy?"
Sean could see that Billy swallowed hard before he answered. "I always wondered if YOU tasted like strawberries too."
Heat flared in Sean's body, centering in his groin. He licked his lower lip as he moved a step closer to Billy and took the box from him. He set the box on the table and took one of the ripe berries from the little market basket they came in. He held it up in front of him and took one bite, letting a bit of the juice run down his chin. Billy's eyes never left his mouth.
"Want to taste me?" Sean's voice came out a low purr. Green eyes looked into green eyes. Both men breathed a little harder as Billy took another step closer. He reached his hands up to either side of Sean's face, running his thumbs over Boromir's beard, smiling at it. Billy lifted his mouth to Sean's, kissing him softly, lips just touching the other man's lips. Sean parted his lips as Billy's tongue ran over his upper lip, then the lower one Sean always licked. Billy slid his tongue into the hot recesses that welcomed him
Sean felt Billy's hard-on against him. He stroked Billy's tongue with his own, sliding his arms around Billy. Billy was all lean muscle, and Sean felt an almost desperate urge to feel naked skin beneath his hands. He tugged Billy's t-shirt up and slid his hands under it. His skin was hot and smooth.
Sean found himself trembling as Billy began to kiss his neck and his shoulder, biting gently with sharp teeth. He gasped aloud when Billy slipped a hand inside his jeans to cup his naked ass. He tried not to make any sound as Billy began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Billy's warm hands freed him from the confines of his clothing. He moved his legs a bit farther apart because his balance was being affected by the hands… oh god… the mouth touching him, as Billy sank down to his knees in front of Sean.
Billy's tongue teased a drop of clear sticky dew from him. He leaned back and smoothed the fluid over Sean's silky head with his thumb. Then he leaned down and licked it all off before taking Sean all the way into his mouth. Sean's head teased the back of Billy's throat as Billy's tongue teased the vein on the underside of Sean's cock mercilessly. Sean tried to be still and let Billy do it all, but his hips wouldn't stop moving. He put shaking hands on Billy's head and began to slowly fuck Billy's mouth. He felt the tightness in his balls that signaled he didn't have much longer. Billy seemed to know as he took Sean into his throat, swallowing and purring deep in his throat.
Sean shouted as he filled Billy's mouth, shot down Billy's throat. By the time he was done, he couldn't breathe and standing was almost too complicated, not to mention how weak his knees were. Billy kissed his head and rose, leading him to the sofa. Billy curled up beside him and kissed his cheek.
Sean slid a hand down Billy's chest and stomach to the top of his shorts, sliding a hand inside to grasp his damp, rigid shaft. Billy unzipped his shorts and slid them down to give Sean better access. Sean stroked Billy with one hand, with the other he pulled Billy's chin around so he could kiss Billy. Billy's response to Sean's kisses grew hotter and more fevered as Sean brought him closer and closer. Sean thought he'd explode too as Billy came in his hand, moaning and sucking on Sean's tongue at the same time.
They both lay slumped on the couch very quietly for a while until Billy finally broke the silence. He grinned at Sean, licked his lips and said, "You do taste like strawberries."
~End~
