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FIC
Hello all. This is my first time posting here. I hope you enjoy my story.
Title: Forever
Author: Melanie Athene
Rating: R
Pairing: Elijah/Sean A
Warning: Character death
Summary: Sometimes love is so right, so perfect, it deserves to last forever.
Disclaimer: Not true, never happened.
With many thanks to my beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calianthie.
~*~
Elijah Wood was twelve years old the first time he saw Sean Astin. He was lying flat on his back in his bed at the time, a teetering pile of comic books on his right hand side, a nearly empty box of kleenex on his left. A blizzard of randomly flung, used tissues littered his bedroom.
Miserable and feverish, Elijah had quickly fussed his way through a wealth of reading material, had tossed aside his controller and abandoned his current favourite game after less than ten minutes of play time. His mother was at her wit's end. Elijah was not used to inactivity or illness, and he accepted neither with grace. But doctor's orders were doctor's orders. His flu was even more stubborn than he was, and so in bed he must stay. But he was bored, bored, bored. And his throat hurt. And he was thirsty. And he really, really, should be studying the script for North... if only his head didn't ache so. And if he wasn't contagious, maybe Hannah could come play a game of checkers? But, no, she was sick too. Sleeping probably. Elijah coughed and blew his nose and coughed a little more, wallowing in self-pity and hoping to gain some sympathy from his poor, beleaguered mother.
In desperation, Debbie Wood grabbed a rented VHS tape off the stack on the TV stand and popped it into the VCR. She sighed in relief as her son's stormy eyes immediately focused on the screen. Elijah loved movies. Loved watching them, loved making them. Perhaps...
And as The Goonies played and Mikey Walsh wove his feisty brand of magic on the screen, Elijah settled down and lost himself in the adventure.
~*~
Elijah was eighteen years old the first time he met Sean Astin. He had lived so long with the Mikey image in his mind, that the actual person seemed as familiar to him as his own reflection in the mirror. And so he greeted Sean as he would have a long-lost friend. With a glad cry and smiling lips. With open arms and a full-length body hug.
And the funny part was that the exuberant greeting didn't seem the least bit strange to Sean. It felt right. It felt like coming home.
Elijah had learned a lot about the film industry in the past six years. He had also learned that everyone wanted something from you. It might be a small favour or a large chunk of your soul, but everyone wanted a piece of your action.
Sean broke that rule. He wanted nothing from Elijah. He wanted to give. He wanted to help. He wanted to protect. He was a breath of fresh air, a promise of spring after a lifetime of dreary winter days.
He was everything Elijah had expected Mikey to be... and more.
~*~
Elijah was nineteen years old the first time he kissed Sean Astin. Not just a peck-on-the-cheek kiss, or a wet, drunken smack on the lips – he had done that many times before. Those kisses didn't count. He'd kissed Sean and Dom and Billy and Viggo and Orli and a dozen or so others that way countless times. Had been kissed by them in return. These guys really were the huggiest, chummiest crew he'd ever had the pleasure of working with, no doubt about that fact.
But this kiss was different. This wasn't a spur of the moment thing. This wasn't just in fun. He meant this kiss. He poured his whole heart and soul into the moment.
And Sean knew it, too. And Sean responded in kind.
Elijah closed his eyes and felt his whole body turn to butter, melting into Sean's warm embrace. He shivered when Sean ran a teasing tongue tip across his lower lip; he whimpered when Sean's tongue took advantage of a startled gasp and slickly slid inside.
Mikey's first kiss... But played out properly this time. With Elijah in the co-star role. With Sean every bit as dazed and delighted and confused as he had been when he kissed that girl all those years ago. With Elijah every bit as flushed and feverish and wide-eyed. Both of them lost to an old story made suddenly new.
~*~
Elijah was twenty years old the first time he made love with Sean Astin. He was lying flat on his back in his bed at the time, a toppled pile of Nintendo games on his right hand side, two hastily abandoned controllers on his left. A blizzard of randomly flung clothing littered his bedroom.
Elijah's arms were pinned above his head, held fast by Sean's sure hands. His thighs were parted wide, the better to draw Sean in close to his body. His legs were bent, feet pointing to the ceiling, toes curled.
Sean lay on top of him, his mouth roving hungrily across Elijah's lips, his cheeks, his neck... returning to silence Elijah's moans with a soul-deep, passion-filled kiss. Sean released Elijah's hands and fluttered a light, teasing touch down creamy, silken skin.
Elijah writhed in ecstasy, his hardened cock drilling into Sean's soft stomach, his quick hands stroking, urging, begging. Trying to pull Sean's rigid flesh into better alignment with his own. Frantic with need. Wild with delight. Beautiful and willing; open heart and body and soul.
Sean's head lifted, lips swollen and red from their kiss. And he found himself staring into Elijah's eyes, marveling at their swirling shades of blue, captured by a smoldering gaze, falling into those amazing eyes as helplessly as he had fallen into love with his young friend. And damned be the cost.
“Sean,” Elijah whispered... and smiled.
Just that, and no more. And Sean was lost beyond recall. His mouth returned to it's welcome plundering of Elijah's eagerly parted lips. His breath escaped in a sudden whoosh of sound that transformed to a sharp cry of wonder.
“Lij... Lij... Lij...” he chanted, hips bucking in answer to the urgent rhythm Elijah set.
They surged together... and came.
When they could breathe – and move – they tangled their sweaty limbs and lay there in the twisted, soiled sheets. They declared that this was the best ever. They swore their love would never end. They promised that they would be together... someday... somehow... forever. And they laughed and cried and whispered until passion overtook them... and they were lost to love again.
~*~
Elijah was eighty-two years old the last time he saw Sean Astin-Wood.
Elijah's hair was grey and thinning now, but the pure blue of his eyes had not faded over the years... though it was dimmed now by a veil of tears.
“Sean?” he whispered. But there was no answer. There would never be an answer.
Slowly, Elijah leaned over in their bed and stroked a wrinkled hand across the peaceful face of the man he loved. Then he placed a final kiss upon the lips he knew so well, curled himself around his friend and lover, and closed his eyes.
Time stopped...
And Elijah was granted his forever.
~end~
Title: Forever
Author: Melanie Athene
Rating: R
Pairing: Elijah/Sean A
Warning: Character death
Summary: Sometimes love is so right, so perfect, it deserves to last forever.
Disclaimer: Not true, never happened.
With many thanks to my beta
calianthie.~*~
Elijah Wood was twelve years old the first time he saw Sean Astin. He was lying flat on his back in his bed at the time, a teetering pile of comic books on his right hand side, a nearly empty box of kleenex on his left. A blizzard of randomly flung, used tissues littered his bedroom.
Miserable and feverish, Elijah had quickly fussed his way through a wealth of reading material, had tossed aside his controller and abandoned his current favourite game after less than ten minutes of play time. His mother was at her wit's end. Elijah was not used to inactivity or illness, and he accepted neither with grace. But doctor's orders were doctor's orders. His flu was even more stubborn than he was, and so in bed he must stay. But he was bored, bored, bored. And his throat hurt. And he was thirsty. And he really, really, should be studying the script for North... if only his head didn't ache so. And if he wasn't contagious, maybe Hannah could come play a game of checkers? But, no, she was sick too. Sleeping probably. Elijah coughed and blew his nose and coughed a little more, wallowing in self-pity and hoping to gain some sympathy from his poor, beleaguered mother.
In desperation, Debbie Wood grabbed a rented VHS tape off the stack on the TV stand and popped it into the VCR. She sighed in relief as her son's stormy eyes immediately focused on the screen. Elijah loved movies. Loved watching them, loved making them. Perhaps...
And as The Goonies played and Mikey Walsh wove his feisty brand of magic on the screen, Elijah settled down and lost himself in the adventure.
~*~
Elijah was eighteen years old the first time he met Sean Astin. He had lived so long with the Mikey image in his mind, that the actual person seemed as familiar to him as his own reflection in the mirror. And so he greeted Sean as he would have a long-lost friend. With a glad cry and smiling lips. With open arms and a full-length body hug.
And the funny part was that the exuberant greeting didn't seem the least bit strange to Sean. It felt right. It felt like coming home.
Elijah had learned a lot about the film industry in the past six years. He had also learned that everyone wanted something from you. It might be a small favour or a large chunk of your soul, but everyone wanted a piece of your action.
Sean broke that rule. He wanted nothing from Elijah. He wanted to give. He wanted to help. He wanted to protect. He was a breath of fresh air, a promise of spring after a lifetime of dreary winter days.
He was everything Elijah had expected Mikey to be... and more.
~*~
Elijah was nineteen years old the first time he kissed Sean Astin. Not just a peck-on-the-cheek kiss, or a wet, drunken smack on the lips – he had done that many times before. Those kisses didn't count. He'd kissed Sean and Dom and Billy and Viggo and Orli and a dozen or so others that way countless times. Had been kissed by them in return. These guys really were the huggiest, chummiest crew he'd ever had the pleasure of working with, no doubt about that fact.
But this kiss was different. This wasn't a spur of the moment thing. This wasn't just in fun. He meant this kiss. He poured his whole heart and soul into the moment.
And Sean knew it, too. And Sean responded in kind.
Elijah closed his eyes and felt his whole body turn to butter, melting into Sean's warm embrace. He shivered when Sean ran a teasing tongue tip across his lower lip; he whimpered when Sean's tongue took advantage of a startled gasp and slickly slid inside.
Mikey's first kiss... But played out properly this time. With Elijah in the co-star role. With Sean every bit as dazed and delighted and confused as he had been when he kissed that girl all those years ago. With Elijah every bit as flushed and feverish and wide-eyed. Both of them lost to an old story made suddenly new.
~*~
Elijah was twenty years old the first time he made love with Sean Astin. He was lying flat on his back in his bed at the time, a toppled pile of Nintendo games on his right hand side, two hastily abandoned controllers on his left. A blizzard of randomly flung clothing littered his bedroom.
Elijah's arms were pinned above his head, held fast by Sean's sure hands. His thighs were parted wide, the better to draw Sean in close to his body. His legs were bent, feet pointing to the ceiling, toes curled.
Sean lay on top of him, his mouth roving hungrily across Elijah's lips, his cheeks, his neck... returning to silence Elijah's moans with a soul-deep, passion-filled kiss. Sean released Elijah's hands and fluttered a light, teasing touch down creamy, silken skin.
Elijah writhed in ecstasy, his hardened cock drilling into Sean's soft stomach, his quick hands stroking, urging, begging. Trying to pull Sean's rigid flesh into better alignment with his own. Frantic with need. Wild with delight. Beautiful and willing; open heart and body and soul.
Sean's head lifted, lips swollen and red from their kiss. And he found himself staring into Elijah's eyes, marveling at their swirling shades of blue, captured by a smoldering gaze, falling into those amazing eyes as helplessly as he had fallen into love with his young friend. And damned be the cost.
“Sean,” Elijah whispered... and smiled.
Just that, and no more. And Sean was lost beyond recall. His mouth returned to it's welcome plundering of Elijah's eagerly parted lips. His breath escaped in a sudden whoosh of sound that transformed to a sharp cry of wonder.
“Lij... Lij... Lij...” he chanted, hips bucking in answer to the urgent rhythm Elijah set.
They surged together... and came.
When they could breathe – and move – they tangled their sweaty limbs and lay there in the twisted, soiled sheets. They declared that this was the best ever. They swore their love would never end. They promised that they would be together... someday... somehow... forever. And they laughed and cried and whispered until passion overtook them... and they were lost to love again.
~*~
Elijah was eighty-two years old the last time he saw Sean Astin-Wood.
Elijah's hair was grey and thinning now, but the pure blue of his eyes had not faded over the years... though it was dimmed now by a veil of tears.
“Sean?” he whispered. But there was no answer. There would never be an answer.
Slowly, Elijah leaned over in their bed and stroked a wrinkled hand across the peaceful face of the man he loved. Then he placed a final kiss upon the lips he knew so well, curled himself around his friend and lover, and closed his eyes.
Time stopped...
And Elijah was granted his forever.
~end~