Don't You Leave Him

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Title: Don’t You Leave Him Part 1/3
Author/Email: Salogel42
Pairing: SeanA/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Sean is injured and Elijah wants to stay the night.
Feedback: Yes please
Disclaimer: The accident did happen but not the events that followed.
Any sort of author notes: The boat scene at the end of FOTR inspired me to write this fic.

Don’t You Leave Him

Part 1- Acceptance

The phone rang, and rang and rang.

“Come on, Sean,” Elijah drummed his fingers impatiently on the kitchen worktop as he glanced up at the wall clock watching it slowly ticking away the remains of the day. He must be back from the hospital by now. When he received no reply he reluctantly hung up the receiver once more.

Right, quick shower, then try again, Elijah thought to himself as he turned to the dark stairway. He had been on edge all day since they had air lifted Sean away in the helicopter with a hole in his foot an inch wide. Poor Sean, he had looked in so much pain, which was not surprising really because Sean really didn’t do pain too well. Elijah had wanted to go with him in the helicopter, but Peter had insisted that he stay in order to complete as many of the boat scenes as they possibly could. They were there hours. How many times was he in and out of that fucking boat?

And in between takes, as the afternoon slowly rolled into evening, Elijah had tried to call Sean several times on his mobile, but to no avail, and now, within seconds of entering his own home he had tried calling him again, and still no answer. Where the fuck was he? He would go around and see if he was there. Maybe he was lying down or something, in too much pain to move. And maybe your imagination is working fucking overtime, Wood. Elijah switched on the light and ran up the stairs two at a time, pulling off his sweatshirt as he went. He entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, full blast. Time to wash off the irritating glue particles once more. Then the phone rang, and he dived for it.

“Elijah?” Sean’s voice sounded groggy.

“Sean, you’re back?” Elijah felt himself grin from ear to ear. “Want me to come over? I’m coming over. Give me fifteen minutes…”

“Lijah?” Sean paused for a moment. “Ok…but let yourself in won’t you.”

Elijah sat down on his bed. “Are you ok?” Concern filled his voice. “You sure don’t sound ok.”

“I’m fine. See you in a minute.”

The receiver went dead. Elijah stared at himself in the mirror for several seconds, before urging himself into action. Sean was ok, he was so relieved. He wasn’t lying in a hospital bed having had his foot amputated; he was at home, waiting for him, and Christine was not there. His wife was not there. Elijah paused, as this thought sank in. He began pulling off the rest of clothes. It would be just him and Sean. No one else, no one, just the two of them. No wife, no daughter. Just him and Sean. Alone. He stepped into the hot stream of water, more than aware of a tightening in his groin. He looked down at his body and at his arousal. Just the two of them.


The phone was ringing. Elijah could make out the sound over the noise of the water. It was his mobile. He grabbed a towel, as he stepped out of the shower cubicle, and wrapped it around himself; soap was still clinging to his hair. He picked his jeans up off the floor and groped in the back pocket for his phone. He looked at the caller. Dom.

“Hi Dom.”

“Lij how’s things? We’re getting together later, right?”

“Umm…I can’t Dom, not tonight.”

“Oh,” Dom’s voice sounded disappointed.

“Sean had an accident today, and Chris isn’t around so I’m going over to see him.”

“Is he alright?”

Elijah wiped his hair back from his eyes; they were smarting from the shampoo. “Well, you know Sean.”

“Will I see you tomorrow then? Kind of missed seeing you today.”

“You did?” Elijah wiped furiously at his eyes with the towel, they were beginning to really hurt now.

“Yeah, you know, just missed you, that’s all.” Dominic paused for a moment before continuing. “Give my best to Sean, and I’ll catch you later.”

“Ok, sorry, Dom. I have to go. Bye.” Elijah pressed the cancel button before he could hear Dominic’s response.

“Fuck!” Elijah threw the towel down and stepped back into the shower rubbing his eyes frantically in a desperate attempt to get rid of the offending substance. Eventually the stinging eased, and he finished his shower and busied himself getting ready to see Sean, Dominic’s phone call was already forgotten.

The late autumn nights were already drawing in, and it was pitch black by the time Elijah parked his car and let himself in through Sean’s front door. He could hear the soft murmur of the television as he removed his coat and deposited his keys and bag in the hallway. He made his way into the sitting room, knocking gently on the door first before opening it. Sean was lying down on the large sofa, in cut off sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt. He held the TV remote in one hand, a glass of water in the other.

“Elijah…” Sean smiled at him as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, carefully avoiding placing his injured foot too heavily on the floor. “Come in…take a seat.”

Elijah sat down opposite Sean and took in his features. He looked drawn and tired.

“What did they do?” Elijah looked at the bandaged foot. “Can you stand up?”

“Not entirely,” Sean took a sip of water. “I can put some weight on my heel. But that’s about it.”

“I guess work is out then, for a few days?”

Sean laughed. “Well, no its not. I spoke with Peter earlier. He wants to finish the boat scenes as soon as possible.”

Elijah looked surprised, the thought of getting back in that boat again did not appeal to him. “Well that stinks, and make no mistake,” he said.

They both looked at each other before laughing.

“It does stink, but I’ll be alright.” Sean lifted his foot, and looked at it, a slight grimace passed over his face. “I have my bandage, I have pain killers, and I’ll have my hobbit feet too.”

“And me, you’ll have me.” Elijah kept his eyes averted from Sean’s gaze; he could have kicked himself for speaking his thoughts out loud. “Do you want a drink?” He stood up, all of a sudden feeling extremely self-conscious. “I brought some beer. Thought it might cheer you up or something.” He turned to go.

“Shouldn’t really drink with these pills. You know side effects and all that.”

“Oh,” Elijah stopped in his tracks, and he looked around at Sean. “One wouldn’t hurt would it? One small beer?”

Sean nodded. “I guess not. Probably shouldn’t, but there you go.” He placed his glass of water on the floor. “Yeah, go on then, get me a beer too. I reckon I deserve one.”

Elijah nodded in agreement and left Sean while he went into the hallway and picked up the bottles of beer he had brought with him. He paused for a minute, trying to recompose himself. You’ll have me. Fuck! Why did he say that out loud? Because he fucking meant it, and he wanted to say more. He had to say more. Today’s incident really highlighted just how much he felt for Sean. It brought home just how much he really cared.

Don’t ever bottle up your feelings Elijah. Sean had told him back in the early days of filming when he had felt so homesick. It only leads to pain, in here. Sean had pressed his hand against his chest. Deep down pain. I should know Elijah, believe me I’ve been there. Don’t ever bottle things up. Never be afraid to show your feelings, not ever. And know that I’ll be here for you, if you ever need to talk. Don’t you forget that, little hobbit.

Elijah had never forgotten those words. They had helped him so much. So much so that he knew that a bond had developed between himself and Sean from the very beginning. A bond of trust, and love. Yes, on his part…love.

You going to tell him that you love him Elijah? Is that what you are going to do? This very evening, while his wife is away? Elijah’s inner voice questioned his motives as he stood there in the hallway beer in hand.

“Lijah…don’t bother with glasses.”

Sean’s voice made him jump and he snapped his attention back to the present. He retrieved two bottles from his small holdall, and placed the rest of them in the fridge in the kitchen and then he retraced his footsteps back into the living room. He handed one over to Sean and then retook his seat. He drank the cold liquid down rather too quickly.

“When is Christine back?” Elijah asked rather nervously as he kicked off his shoes in a vain attempt to make himself look relaxed and in control, while inside his heart was racing.

“A couple of days, not sure.”

“You’re going to need help here Sean. Want me to stay?” Elijah looked at Sean’s face as he asked the question, trying to read his expression. Say yes, Sean, say fucking yes.

“Lijah?”

“ Stay here, with you. You know, help you out and all that. Until you can at least put two feet back on the ground. It won’t be a problem. I can sleep on the couch.”

Sean stared at Elijah unable to answer for a moment; his mouth had suddenly gone dry. He was not immune to Elijah’s closeness to him; he knew how Elijah felt about him. You don’t work closely with someone for so long, and not get to know them in some depth. Even Christine had jokingly said some time ago that she thought Elijah was falling in love with her husband, and Sean had laughed it off. But he could see the signs, he was no fool, and he had become surprised at how his own feelings had developed over the course of the past few months. Don’t bottle up your feelings he had said to Elijah. And that was the one thing that he himself had to do. He was a husband and a father for Christ sake, and that had to come first. So no, he thought. Elijah couldn’t stay.

“Sean?” Elijah got to his feet quickly. “Another beer?” He quickly made his way out to the kitchen. He’s going to tell me to leave.

Sean didn’t answer; he suddenly didn’t feel very well. He watched Elijah leave the sitting room. He got to his feet and slowly limped his way into the kitchen. Elijah can’t stay, no way. Not at all. Not a good idea. God he felt light headed.

“Lijah…”

Elijah turned. He knew what Sean was going to say. He could see it in his eyes.

“Do you want something to eat? I can make you a sandwich?” Don’t you fucking say it Sean. “I can order a pizza, just say, and I’ll do it.” I’m not fucking leaving.

“Lij…”

Don’t say it. Elijah stood still.

Sean could read Elijah like a book, and he had been dreading this moment. He knew it was going to come sooner or later. It had been inevitable. The closeness between them had developed into so much more than just friendship, Sean had felt it, but had tried not to show it, whereas Elijah. Sweet young, innocent Elijah could not hide his feelings. Letting him stay would be wrong. Letting him stay would give him the wrong message. And, fuck it, but he wanted him to stay, which was crazy and stupid and completely wrong. Jesus Christ, he felt dizzy.

“Sean!” Elijah saw Sean sway, and grip hold of the kitchen worktop. He went over to him and placed his arm around him. “Come on.” He slowly supported him back into the living room and helped him sit back down on the couch.

“Do you need the doctor, or anything?” Elijah’s voice was full of concern, always full of concern.

Sean didn’t answer, his head was swimming. He now knew he was going to let Elijah stay, he knew what was going to happen, he knew it, and he was not going to prevent it. He couldn’t prevent it. He wanted it. He fucking wanted it, and it was so wrong. Sean closed his eyes, dear God what was he about to do…

“Sean…?”

Sean felt Elijah sit down beside him, and take hold of one his hands. He kept his eyes closed, knowing that when he opened them, he would see this beautiful man looking at him, wanting him, needing him, and he would be powerless. Powerless to stop the ultimate act of betrayal open to him.

“Sean…?” The grip on his hand tightened, and then he felt Elijah’s fingers caress the side of his face “Sean, please tell me you are ok.”

Jesus, Elijah. Don’t…don’t…

“Sean…?” He flickered his eyelids open and looked at Elijah, and he knew he was lost.

“Sean I can stay…” Elijah could see tears prickling the corner of Sean’s eyes. “I can stay, if you want me to.” Then Elijah looked away, and took in a deep breath. “Or leave, right now.” He turned back to look at Sean. “I know what I want, Sean. You decide.”

“Stay.” Sean’s voice was little more than a whisper. “Elijah, please stay.”

Elijah felt relief wash over him like a wave. “You sure? I mean really sure? You’re not going to change your mind or anything. Say one thing and mean another?”

“Elijah…I want you to stay. I want you to…to…” Kiss me. Don’t fucking say kiss me, because if he does there is no going back.

“Sean…?” Elijah released Sean’s hand and stood up, not sure what to do next. Sean wanted him to stay, but he looked so unsure about his decision. Elijah saw a look of confusion cross Sean’s face. What to fucking do now?

Christ! Sean watched Elijah stand up and then closed his eyes again. This is crazy; this is fucking crazy, Astin. Get a grip on the situation. This is your friend, your work colleague, and a fucking guy too. Think…think what you are doing.

Then he felt it, the soft pressure on his mouth as Elijah’s lips pressed onto his own, and all rational thoughts left his mind. Nothing seemed to have ever felt so good, Elijah’s lips were soft, warm and moist, and he tasted like heaven, and Sean knew he didn’t ever want that mouth to let go.

Then Elijah pulled back, terrified that he had done the wrong thing. He couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. Sean, sitting there, eyes closed, looking almost helpless. He wanted this so badly, to kiss Sean, to be with him, to be held by him. Nothing else mattered anymore, nothing was more important than this. Not the movie, not anything. Not Christine…not Ali.

“Shit.” Elijah cast his eyes away. “Sorry…” What was he thinking? What was he fucking thinking?

“Elijah…”

Elijah looked back down onto Sean’s face and saw that he was smiling up at him. “Come here...”

Elijah hesitated for a second, then dropped onto his knees in front of Sean, and leaned into his embrace. He felt Sean’s strong arms wrap themselves around him pulling him in until their faces were only inches apart. And then they kissed again, gently at first, almost exploratory as if feeling their way.

Elijah did not want this to stop. Sean’s mouth and tongue were new territory to him, and the feelings they were igniting in his body were almost electrifying. Little shocks kept sweeping down, firing into his groin, a sensation that was like none he had ever felt before, making his cock swell and harden, causing it to press painfully against the confines of his jeans.

Sean managed to pull his mouth away and he looked at Elijah. Elijah had never looked more beautiful. His face was alight with expectation and anticipation, and Sean knew now that there was no going back. He wanted to love this man, make love to this man, here in his living room, while his wife was away. And he himself had an arousal like no other, just from kissing Elijah, and this excited and terrified him both at the same time. He moved himself so that he sat on the edge of the couch, one hand cupping Elijah’s chin to bring him in for another kiss. He slowly lowered his other hand and rested it on Elijah’s thigh, as if waiting for permission to go further. He needed to know what Elijah wanted and needed. Elijah then took the initiative. While their mouths were locked he took hold of Sean’s hand and placed it firmly over his denim-clad erection, and as Sean curled his fingers to cup the bulge he felt Elijah’s breath suck in, as his hips arched forward into his touch. Sean now knew where this was going, and felt a twinge of anxiety, which he quickly brushed aside. Elijah was kneeling in front of him, wanting him and needing him, and he could not deny his want and need too.

“Lijah…” Sean managed to whisper Elijah’s name as their lips parted a little. “Lij…stand up.”

Elijah didn’t want to break the contact, Sean’s mouth on him, Sean’s hand cupping him, his body was on fire, and to move now would break the spell.

“Lijah…” Sean’s hand gave Elijah a little squeeze, causing Elijah to emit a small moan. “Stand up.”

It was with great reluctance that Elijah pulled back, and got onto his feet. He looked down at Sean.

“Come here…” Sean put his hands behind Elijah’s thighs and pulled him forward so that his face was level with Elijah’s straining zipper, the ridge of his cock was so clearly visible through the fabric, and Sean was amazed to be this close to it, and even more amazed at his desire to take hold of it, and taste it. He glanced up at Elijah who was looking down at him expectantly, then he preceded to undo the button on Elijah’s jeans, and release him from all restraint. Elijah stepped out of his jeans as they pooled at his feet, his cock now pressed against the cotton of his boxers. Sean paused a moment, this was the last step. He could pull back now and end this. Tell Elijah to get dressed and go home and forget it ever happened. Go back to being just friends, nothing more. Not lovers…lovers, Jesus…this was it.

“Sean…?” Elijah spoke softly recognizing Sean’s nervousness. “Sean, I love you.”

Sean looked back up at Elijah, saw him waiting, eyes wide and shining.

“God…Lij… “Those words, those were the defining words. He wanted Elijah more than anything in the whole world.

Sean hooked his fingers into the elastic of Elijah’s boxers and pulled them down freeing Elijah’s cock. It was inches away from his face, flushed with a little bead of liquid gathered at the top. Elijah quickly stepped out of his underwear; his heart was racing as he waited for Sean. Sean was going to suck him, he knew that. He was going to take his cock into his mouth, and suck him and lick him, and the very thought of that made Elijah hold his breath in anticipation. He waited. Waited for Sean to do it, to make his move, and when he did, Elijah felt his world explode.

tbc