Every Time
Sean/Elijah
Sean had been on edge all day, coming as close to snapping at people as he ever had on a film set.
Put simply, he was nervous. He hadn’t seen Elijah for close to six weeks and now he was late. Sean glanced at his wrist and sighed in frustration when he remembered that he had broken his watch that morning, crushing it underfoot when he had raced to answer the phone, hoping it would be him. It had been, and Sean had forgotten about his watch.
But now, he wanted to know the time. Wanted to know how late Elijah was, wanted to start fretting.
Just as he was about to go in search of a telephone, he heard a familiar voice call his name, and he felt a smile crease his face in an almost Pavlovian reaction. He heard light footsteps behind him, and braced himself for landing. Sure enough, a familiar body wrapped itself around him from behind, arms and legs tightly clasped.
"Sorry," Elijah whispered before sliding to the ground, but staying plastered against his back. "I got lost, and then when I tried to call you, your cell was off, and fuck but you look weird in those clothes. Weird and hot all at the same time. Sorry."
Sean put his hands over Elijah’s where they still wrapped around his chest, and felt every bit of tension leave his body in one sigh. Having Elijah back now, talking up a storm, pressing against him, somehow put everything back in perspective.
"Is this net?" Elijah continued, trying to pull his hands away. "I seem to have got my fingers stuck in it. I’m going to have to wear this for ever now, and I’ll never work again. Or we could be a double act, what do you say? I could be the monkey boy on your back…"
"Had a lot of coffee, ‘Lij?" Sean asked, and felt Elijah nod. "Thought so. I need to get changed in a few minutes. You’ve got yourself caught here. Let go with your right hand, okay? No, Lij, your right … okay, your other right hand, that’s it." After a moment’s struggle, Elijah was free.
"Okay." He let go and moved around to stand in front of Sean, who was finally able to get his first good look at Elijah.
"Hello, my little caffeinated pumpkin." Sean smiled. "I would like to hug you in a way which would make more than a few people stare." He kept the smile in place, but his eyes changed. "I missed you."
"Good." The slightly crazed look in Elijah’s eyed softened. "I’m sorry I’m so late."
"I didn’t want to go and change until you arrived. I wanted to be here for you."
"And I’m glad you didn’t. Wouldn’t want to have missed that remarkable outfit." Elijah grinned. "I want to touch you," he continued, the tone in his voice not altering at all. He still sounded as if he were discussing the weather. "You look so damn big, you know? Makes me feel small."
"But you hate being made to feel small," Sean answered, his palms itching to touch the figure in front of him. "Should I get on my knees?" As soon as he said it, he knew it was the wrong thing, and he groaned as Elijah’s grin became positively feral.
"Good of you to offer," Elijah said, "but this probably isn’t the best place for that, you know? I don’t want us to get arrested or anything." He reached out with one hand and hooked his fingers into the mesh of Sean’s outfit. "I must be allowed to hug my friend, right? Even here in public, in front of all these people."
"I think we can arrange that." Sean held out his arms, laughing aloud as Elijah positively threw himself into them, and he felt his eyes close from sheer pleasure at the familiarity of Elijah’s body against his, of Elijah’s head tucked into his shoulder, where it belonged, and of Elijah’s breath hot against his neck.
"I am many things," Elijah whispered. "But one of the things I am not, is your pumpkin, caffeinated or otherwise. Are we clear?"
"Crystal. Pumpkin." Sean laughed, and squeezed Elijah. "Nice to be commonly known as a cuddle slut," continued, letting his lips rest against Elijah’s neck. "The things I can get away with. We can get away with." He pulled back. "Now, I have to get changed. Come with me."
"If I come with you, you do know what’ll happen, don’t you?" Elijah asked.
"Why do you think I want you to come with me?" Sean asked innocently, and walked off, feeling Elijah’s eyes burning into him.
"You look so different from when I last saw you," Elijah said conversationally. "You’re so … big. Man, I want to touch you." He paused. "You know what I mean when I say touch, right?"
"Yes, I know what you mean." Sean turned around and raised his eyebrows in mock disgust. "I’m not actually twelve and ignorant in the ways of the flesh."
"Why do you talk like you’re out of the Bible?" Sean could hear the laughter bubbling in Elijah’s throat. "You’re so strange."
"In here, caffeine boy." Sean had reached his trailer, and after fumbling with the catch, managed to open it, pushing Elijah ahead of him.
The door was no sooner closed firmly against prying eyes than Sean was flattened against the wall. He braced himself for an onslaught of Elijah, then tilted his head quizzically when it didn’t come. Elijah stood quietly, his hands against Sean’s chest, and Sean could feel the touch like a brand on his skin.
"I’ve missed you so fucking much it hurt," Elijah said finally. "So much it scared me. So much that it wasn’t even funny." One hand slid up to tangle in Sean’s hair. "Can I just state for the record that if you ever, ever think about leaving me, I will tie you to the bed and keep you there? I just feel you should know that." And then the light rekindled in his eyes and he wrapped his arms around Sean, nudging his way into a kiss.
Sean responded willingly, wrapping his arms around Elijah and pulling him close, sheltering him in the way that Elijah would hate if he ever realised.
"God, that’s better," Elijah said faintly, as he broke the kiss, moving to rest his head against Sean’s shoulder. "I’ve been dreaming of that for way too long."
"Just that?" Sean teased, his fingers trailing up and down Elijah’s spine. He felt the vibration as Elijah laughed.
"No, not just that," he amended. "Seeing you in that garb would have been high on the list if I’d realised that you had to wear it."
"What else?"
"Astin, are you fishing for compliments?" Elijah pulled away so that he could laugh into Sean’s eyes. "What do you want me to say? That I’ve missed you every day? Check. That I dream of you every night? Also, check. That I’ve been hard for hours thinking about finally getting here? See above." He kissed Sean again, languidly, making all the nerves in Sean’s body start to tingle.
"I’ve missed this," he admitted, as Elijah pulled back again. He wrapped his arms more tightly around Elijah’s waist so that their bodies were pressed together. "Missed your tongue – don’t laugh! Missed the feel of you. Every time, Elijah … every fucking time."
Elijah raised an eyebrow at that, but didn’t speak, so Sean elaborated.
"Every time I see you it’s as if it’s for the first time, I still get that whole clammy palmed, knee-shaking breathless feeling."
"Maybe you’re allergic to me," Elijah said, kissing Sean’s cheek softly. "Should I leave?" He made to pull away and laughed as he was dragged back again, held even more tightly against Sean’s chest. "That’s a no, then?"
"I’ll take pills," Sean said, burying his face against Elijah’s neck, breathing him in. "I’ll sneeze all the time and not care. You’re not going anywhere."
"Yes, I am," Elijah answered. "I’m going to the car and then we’re both going back to your hotel, and then you’re going to fuck me through the wall, the mattress and anything else we can find." He kissed Sean and pulled back. "Okay?"
"Okay," Sean agreed, doing his best to look nonchalant. He grunted, unable to stop the noise, when Elijah, smiling wickedly, reached down and cupped Sean’s groin.
"Been saving it all for me?" A quick squeeze made Sean moan. "They must be past your knees by now." All teasing fell away. "Come on Sean. I’ve missed you."
"Okay, let me get changed." Sean pushed away from the door, pulling at his clothes. Naked from the waist up, he jumped as he felt warm hands against the skin of his back. "What?"
"That whole touching thing again." Elijah’s lips were soft against his shoulder. "D’you think we’ll ever get past this stage? This wanting to jump each other stage?"
"I hope not. I doubt it," Sean replied. "Jesus, who would ever get sick of jumping you? When we’re old men complaining about the weather and our aching bones, we will still be like this with each other."
"Get dressed." Elijah shoved Sean away. "Or I swear to whatever you want me to swear to, that you won’t get out of here alive."
"Is that a promise?" Sean turned around slowly, his eyes locking with Elijah’s.
"Yes."
They must have moved at the same time, Sean decided later, because one second they were looking at each other, and the next, they were plastered against each other, tongues entwined, hands all over each other. Elijah had the advantage since Sean was already half-undressed, and in what was probably close to his personal best, had Sean’s pants open in a matter of nanoseconds. Shortly after that, he was on his knees, and Sean was leaning back against something – a table, a quick glance told him – that he just hoped was sturdy.
It felt as if Elijah was trying to suck his brains out, the suction was so fierce, and the pressure so acute. Sean actually started to reach down, pull him away, beg him to take his time, before he realised what a stupid thing that would be. There were enough people in the world who would be only too happy to have Elijah doing what he was doing, and Sean had been going to ask him to stop?
So instead, he leaned on the table with his elbows, canting his hips forward, giving Elijah all the room he needed, and tipped his head back, his eyes focused on the ceiling in an attempt to stave off the inevitable.
He could feel Elijah’s tongue, wet and warm, sliding over him, pulling back to slide under the very head of his cock, teasing him in a way guaranteed to drive him mad, before plunging back, sliding along his length. And whilst the ceiling was very nice to look at, Sean decided, tilting his head back down so that he could see dark hair and pale skin, there really wasn’t anything nicer than watching Elijah blow him. Watch as red lips pursed around redder skin, and those strange, contradictory hands of his – small and childlike, yet strong and practical-looking – rested against his thighs, brushing the edges of his pubic hair.
He moved a hand, resting it against Elijah’s hair, before sliding it down his cheek, where Elijah caught it in one of his own hands, and they stayed that way until, with a muffled sigh, Sean came, his knees trembling, his eyes closing of their own volition.
It seemed to go on forever, and part of Sean’s mind registered that Elijah would find that funny, but most of his mind and body was taken up with the feel of Elijah’s tongue still stroking him, and of Elijah’s strong throat muscles swallowing him down.
Finally, a look of self-satisfied smugness on his face, Elijah sat back and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, looking up at Sean, one eyebrow raised.
Sean slid to his knees, getting slightly caught up in his pants, and pulled Elijah close.
"Hello," he said softly. "Hello, monster."
"Hey." Elijah kissed Sean’s cheek. "I’ve missed doing that."
"And I’ve missed having it done," said Sean, so fervently that Elijah laughed.
"Now, we have to get out of here, before people start talking." With a final hug, Sean levered himself to his feet, reaching down a hand to pull Elijah up. "I know some of the cast and crew want to meet you – well, actually they all want to meet you. All want a part of Frodo. You up for some flesh pressing?"
"Thought that was what I’d just done." Elijah smiled, not leaving the circle of Sean’s arms. "Sure, let’s meet them."
"Hey." Sean rested his forehead against Elijah’s. "You just have to face it, man; you’ll never leave him behind. You have to assimilate him now. Maybe this is a good a time as any to start."
"You’re right, I know," Elijah agreed, his breath warm against Sean’s face. "But … nah, you’re right. I’ll learn to assimilate."
"You’re never alone, you do know that, right?" Sean was concerned by the sudden flattening of Elijah’s mood. He had a feeling it wasn’t just the end of the caffeine high. "There’ll always be somebody there."
"I’m fine," Elijah assured him, kissing him, and then stepping back. "Go get dressed. You can’t go out there with your pants around your ankles."
Sean made no move to leave, or to pull his pants up.
"Don’t get down, not like you did before," he said. "You know that broke my heart."
"I won’t, I’m not," Elijah assured him. "I’m over all that now." He shook his head. "Come on, man. I didn’t drive all the way here just to get depressed at you. Get changed. The situation will stop being loving and start being funny in a second."
"You would tell me, wouldn’t you?" Sean tried to take a step towards Elijah, but got caught in the material around his ankles, and had to stop.
"You’d know." Elijah rolled his eyes. "Christ, everybody knew last time, didn’t they? I was hiding under the bed, and still everybody knew." He shook his head. "It won’t happen, I promise." He smiled and looked around for a seat, collapsing into it gratefully. "Anyway, I’ve got you this time, haven’t I? Somebody to lean on." He paused. "Now, please go put some clothes on."
Sean did as he was told, re-emerging in his more normal jeans and sweatshirt. He was about to speak when he realised that Elijah had dozed off, curled up in the seat and looking too young – the way he had looked years ago in another world.
Dropping to his knees in front of him, Sean rested his head in his hands and waited. So what if other people wanted to meet him? So what if they had places to be? Elijah was tired, and that took priority. Elijah always took priority.
Every time.
The End
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