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the Christmas Elf 2/2 Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
author: zebraljb
rating: it ended up being just R for the language
disclaimer: I know nothing of Sean and Orlando, except that they're both from England, and that Sean was married once. I make no assumptions of anything about them.
note: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dalehead.
note #2: I meant for this to go smutty, honest, but in the end, I was really feeling the need to get mushy. So it's a bit o' fluff. :) I like it.
Orlando changed clothes three times Christmas morning before finally realizing that it would look completely odd if he showed up for a picnic in clothes he might wear to a club. He finally decided on a pair of well-worn blue jeans and a faded red t-shirt, along with a pair of sandals.
He triple-checked the picnic basket, making sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. He couldn’t remember ever being this nervous. “It’s just Beanie,” he said out loud. “You’re being a crazy git.”
Orlando made sure a large blanket was safely piled around the basket before hopping into his car and heading for Sean’s. He pulled up along the side of the road in front of the tiny house allocated to Sean, and beeped the horn. Sean appeared in the doorway almost immediately, carrying a small cooler. “Fuck,” Orlando whispered to himself. Sean wore a green-grey sweatshirt and jeans, and Orlando knew, even from yards away, that the color of the shirt would bring out Sean’s eyes perfectly. It was going to be a long and literally “hard” day.
“You’re on time. I’m impressed,” Sean said, opening the back door of the car and carefully sliding the cooler onto the backset. “Our beverages,” he explained.
“It’s the Hobbits who make me late all the time. How many times must I tell you blokes that?” Orlando asked, exasperated. Sean chuckled and climbed into the car.
They made small talk as Orlando drove to the coast. Traffic was non-existent, and it didn’t take long to get where he wanted to go. “I don’t think I’ve been here before,” Sean said as Orlando parked the car in a tiny lot.
“I found this once while surfing. I kinda got washed up a bit farther down the beach than I wanted, but in the end it was worth it.” Orlando grabbed the basket and the blanket, while Sean retrieved the cooler. “It’s just a short walk to the sand.”
Sean followed him over a dune or two and down to the beach. “Gorgeous,” he commented, watching the waves break on a natural pier made of stone.
“Yeah,” Orlando said, but his eyes were on Sean. Sean glanced at him, but Orlando quickly busied himself opening the basket and setting out their lunch.
Sean pulled out two bottles of beer and popped the caps. He handed one to Orlando, and held out his own bottle. “To an alternative Christmas.”
“To an alternative Christmas,” Orlando said with a sunny smile. “Much better than the original. Who needs snow?”
“And noise?”
“And commercialism?”
“And family,” Sean said, sighing.
“And stupid traditions like Christmas pies and Father Christmas,” Orlando added quickly.
“And mistletoe,” Sean said, laughing.
“Right.” Orlando forbade himself to think about kissing Sean under mistletoe. “So, dig in.”
“Whose ass did you kiss to get this stuff?” Sean asked, his mouth full of pasta salad.
Orlando blushed a bit. “No one…I asked Charlie in Catering for a special lunch, said it was for you. I think he has a crush on you.”
“I’m sorry, Orlando,” Sean said immediately. “I didn’t mean to make it sound like you had to…flirt, to get our lunch.”
“It’s okay. I know it’s how people see me,” Orlando said, taking a big swallow of beer.
“No, it’s not.”
“Get serious, Sean. I know what I am to them. Happy-go-lucky Orli, without a care in the world except where he’s getting off next.” Orlando shrugged. “Oh well.”
“Have you ever tried to prove them wrong?” Sean asked.
“The important people know the truth,” Orlando said simply.
“Right.” Sean looked out at the waves. “A few degrees warmer and we could swim.”
“We could, if you were up to it,” Orlando challenged.
“I don’t know about you, but I neglected to bring trunks,” Sean said.
“You’re telling me you have nothing on under those?” Orlando motioned to Sean’s jeans. Sean raised and eyebrow, and Orlando felt himself grow red. “Okay. Forget I asked.”
“Wait a minute. Are you blushing?” Sean put down his plate. “You ARE. Write this one in the books…the elf got flustered.”
“Speaking of which,” Orlando said, happy to change the subject. He dug into the basket and came out with something red and green and jingling. “Here. Your present.” He slapped the jingling mass onto his head, and Sean burst out laughing.
“What the hell is that?”
“Your Christmas Elf, of course,” Orlando said indignantly. Sean threw his head back and roared with laughter until tears ran down his face.
“Oh, fuck me.” Sean wiped away the tears. “You are too fucking much.”
“Thank you,” Orlando said primly, as primly as he could while looking like a complete idiot. He smiled at Sean, pulling the hat from his head. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“Hear what?”
“Your laughter. I was worried about you.” Orlando looked out at the water. “Since you were so down.”
“You know, I actually forgot for five minutes.” Sean put a hand on Orlando’s shoulder. “Thanks, mate.”
“You’re welcome.” Orlando mustered all his nerve, praying to whatever Christmas deities were listening. He turned his head, took Sean’s hand in his, and pressed a gentle kiss to Sean’s palm. “Happy Christmas.”
Sean’s eyes widened. “Orli, what…”
“I’m sorry that she broke your heart, in more ways than one,” Orlando said softly. He had rehearsed his speech a few times, but now it was simply flowing out of him spontaneously. “I know you’ve been hurting, been lonely. I understand. I’m feeling the same way.”
Sean slowly withdrew his hand. “Orlando, that’s no reason to…”
“Just…wait.” Orlando blushed slightly. “This is taking everything I have, so don’t interrupt.” He waited for Sean’s nod. “I know people think I’m attractive. I know this because not only do people tell me, but they react to me in a different way. I can get any man or woman I want, though I prefer men. I could be somewhere right now, in one of the pubs that are actually open, getting any sort of offer. But I don’t want that. Not now. And it’s definitely not what I want from you.” Orlando played with the bells at the end of one of the elf hat tassels. “Viggo told me you’re lonely, but that you don’t want to be played. You’re not about casual sex. And, really, neither am I. Nothing better has ever come along, though, until you.”
“Hold on.” Sean held up a hand. Orlando bit his bottom lip and waited. “You talked to Viggo about me? Exactly what did he say?”
“Just that you were bi, that you were lonely, and that you didn’t want some sort of fling.”
“Okay. Carry on, then.”
“I hope it’s all right that he told me that,” Orlando said hurriedly, out of loyalty to Viggo. “You know he and I had…something, a while back. He knows me better than anyone here, even better than Elijah. He caught me looking at you, and saw something.” Orlando shrugged shyly. “I’m surprised you didn’t see it. I feel like it’s written all over my face every time I see you.”
“Most people are fairly thick when it comes to something like that.” Sean heaved a sigh. “What exactly are you trying to say, Orlando?”
“You don’t have to be alone on Christmas…or any day,” Orlando said finally. “I’m willing to fill that void for you, Sean, and I don’t mean sexually. I’d love that, yes…it fills a lot of my waking and sleeping moments.” Sean couldn’t help but smile at that. “I’m not saying I’m in love with you or anything, though I do love you for the amazing person you are. I just…I want to be the one that makes your gorgeous smile come back. It’s been gone too often lately.”
“Lad, do you realize that I am eighteen years older than you? That’s a whole adult person between us.”
“Didn’t realize you were into threesomes,” Orlando tried to joke. Sean didn’t smile. “To be brutally honest, the only reason age has ever crossed my mind is when I worried about not being mature enough for you. I’ve tried to change that. I…”
“Don’t.” Sean’s hands were on Orlando’s shoulders in an instant. “Never ever change for me. Not even a lock of hair. Understand?” Orlando nodded. “Christ, Orlando. This is…wow.”
“Right, wow,” Orlando echoed sadly. He started to put their trash and leftover food back into the basket. “I understand.”
“Understand what?”
“And I’m not feeling rejected, really. I know that I’m probably not good for you…you need someone a lot more stable. Maybe you and Viggo could…”
“Orlando, stop.” Sean took the containers from Orlando and set them down. “Me and Viggo are friends. That’s all we’ll ever be.”
“So you and I could be friends, too,” Orlando said, wondering if Sean could actually hear his heart crashing into his sandals.
“But maybe we could be more.” Sean’s hands came up to cup Orlando’s face. “You sweet boy. I don’t think I’ve ever been propositioned like this before.”
“It’s not really a proposition, don’t you see? It’s mmmphhh…” Orlando’s eyes widened as Sean’s lips met his. He sighed, falling into the kiss as hope bubbled in his chest.
“One thing you WILL have to change…you talk too bloody much when there really isn’t any need,” Sean murmured when he let Orlando up for air. “Silly elf.”
“Okay,” Orlando murmured breathlessly.
“Thank you…this is…probably one of the best gifts I’ve ever gotten for Christmas, if not THE best,” Sean said.
“You’re welcome.” Sean’s face was inches away from Orlando’s, and Orlando wondered if it was obvious in his eyes how much he wanted another kiss. Sean smiled, and Orlando saw the smile-lines he loved so much accentuate Sean’s eyes before Sean leaned in to kiss him again. “Damn,” Orlando sighed when Sean released him. “Now what?”
“Normally, I think, in our past, if we did this with someone else, we’d end up shagging here on the beach,” Sean said. “And while the idea of shagging you is not a new idea to me, nor an unwelcome one, I don’t think it needs to happen right now.”
“You sure?” Orlando whined, then smiled to show he was kidding.
“Aye. No need to get sand in our unmentionable places.” Sean sat back, knees drawn up. “C’mere.”
Orlando scrambled to sit between Sean’s strong legs, his back against Sean’s chest. Sean wrapped his arms around Orlando, kissing the back of Orlando’s neck. “Happy Christmas, elf.”
“Your elf,” Orlando said, settling back to watch the water.
THE END
rating: it ended up being just R for the language
disclaimer: I know nothing of Sean and Orlando, except that they're both from England, and that Sean was married once. I make no assumptions of anything about them.
note: written for
dalehead.note #2: I meant for this to go smutty, honest, but in the end, I was really feeling the need to get mushy. So it's a bit o' fluff. :) I like it.
Orlando changed clothes three times Christmas morning before finally realizing that it would look completely odd if he showed up for a picnic in clothes he might wear to a club. He finally decided on a pair of well-worn blue jeans and a faded red t-shirt, along with a pair of sandals.
He triple-checked the picnic basket, making sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. He couldn’t remember ever being this nervous. “It’s just Beanie,” he said out loud. “You’re being a crazy git.”
Orlando made sure a large blanket was safely piled around the basket before hopping into his car and heading for Sean’s. He pulled up along the side of the road in front of the tiny house allocated to Sean, and beeped the horn. Sean appeared in the doorway almost immediately, carrying a small cooler. “Fuck,” Orlando whispered to himself. Sean wore a green-grey sweatshirt and jeans, and Orlando knew, even from yards away, that the color of the shirt would bring out Sean’s eyes perfectly. It was going to be a long and literally “hard” day.
“You’re on time. I’m impressed,” Sean said, opening the back door of the car and carefully sliding the cooler onto the backset. “Our beverages,” he explained.
“It’s the Hobbits who make me late all the time. How many times must I tell you blokes that?” Orlando asked, exasperated. Sean chuckled and climbed into the car.
They made small talk as Orlando drove to the coast. Traffic was non-existent, and it didn’t take long to get where he wanted to go. “I don’t think I’ve been here before,” Sean said as Orlando parked the car in a tiny lot.
“I found this once while surfing. I kinda got washed up a bit farther down the beach than I wanted, but in the end it was worth it.” Orlando grabbed the basket and the blanket, while Sean retrieved the cooler. “It’s just a short walk to the sand.”
Sean followed him over a dune or two and down to the beach. “Gorgeous,” he commented, watching the waves break on a natural pier made of stone.
“Yeah,” Orlando said, but his eyes were on Sean. Sean glanced at him, but Orlando quickly busied himself opening the basket and setting out their lunch.
Sean pulled out two bottles of beer and popped the caps. He handed one to Orlando, and held out his own bottle. “To an alternative Christmas.”
“To an alternative Christmas,” Orlando said with a sunny smile. “Much better than the original. Who needs snow?”
“And noise?”
“And commercialism?”
“And family,” Sean said, sighing.
“And stupid traditions like Christmas pies and Father Christmas,” Orlando added quickly.
“And mistletoe,” Sean said, laughing.
“Right.” Orlando forbade himself to think about kissing Sean under mistletoe. “So, dig in.”
“Whose ass did you kiss to get this stuff?” Sean asked, his mouth full of pasta salad.
Orlando blushed a bit. “No one…I asked Charlie in Catering for a special lunch, said it was for you. I think he has a crush on you.”
“I’m sorry, Orlando,” Sean said immediately. “I didn’t mean to make it sound like you had to…flirt, to get our lunch.”
“It’s okay. I know it’s how people see me,” Orlando said, taking a big swallow of beer.
“No, it’s not.”
“Get serious, Sean. I know what I am to them. Happy-go-lucky Orli, without a care in the world except where he’s getting off next.” Orlando shrugged. “Oh well.”
“Have you ever tried to prove them wrong?” Sean asked.
“The important people know the truth,” Orlando said simply.
“Right.” Sean looked out at the waves. “A few degrees warmer and we could swim.”
“We could, if you were up to it,” Orlando challenged.
“I don’t know about you, but I neglected to bring trunks,” Sean said.
“You’re telling me you have nothing on under those?” Orlando motioned to Sean’s jeans. Sean raised and eyebrow, and Orlando felt himself grow red. “Okay. Forget I asked.”
“Wait a minute. Are you blushing?” Sean put down his plate. “You ARE. Write this one in the books…the elf got flustered.”
“Speaking of which,” Orlando said, happy to change the subject. He dug into the basket and came out with something red and green and jingling. “Here. Your present.” He slapped the jingling mass onto his head, and Sean burst out laughing.
“What the hell is that?”
“Your Christmas Elf, of course,” Orlando said indignantly. Sean threw his head back and roared with laughter until tears ran down his face.
“Oh, fuck me.” Sean wiped away the tears. “You are too fucking much.”
“Thank you,” Orlando said primly, as primly as he could while looking like a complete idiot. He smiled at Sean, pulling the hat from his head. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“Hear what?”
“Your laughter. I was worried about you.” Orlando looked out at the water. “Since you were so down.”
“You know, I actually forgot for five minutes.” Sean put a hand on Orlando’s shoulder. “Thanks, mate.”
“You’re welcome.” Orlando mustered all his nerve, praying to whatever Christmas deities were listening. He turned his head, took Sean’s hand in his, and pressed a gentle kiss to Sean’s palm. “Happy Christmas.”
Sean’s eyes widened. “Orli, what…”
“I’m sorry that she broke your heart, in more ways than one,” Orlando said softly. He had rehearsed his speech a few times, but now it was simply flowing out of him spontaneously. “I know you’ve been hurting, been lonely. I understand. I’m feeling the same way.”
Sean slowly withdrew his hand. “Orlando, that’s no reason to…”
“Just…wait.” Orlando blushed slightly. “This is taking everything I have, so don’t interrupt.” He waited for Sean’s nod. “I know people think I’m attractive. I know this because not only do people tell me, but they react to me in a different way. I can get any man or woman I want, though I prefer men. I could be somewhere right now, in one of the pubs that are actually open, getting any sort of offer. But I don’t want that. Not now. And it’s definitely not what I want from you.” Orlando played with the bells at the end of one of the elf hat tassels. “Viggo told me you’re lonely, but that you don’t want to be played. You’re not about casual sex. And, really, neither am I. Nothing better has ever come along, though, until you.”
“Hold on.” Sean held up a hand. Orlando bit his bottom lip and waited. “You talked to Viggo about me? Exactly what did he say?”
“Just that you were bi, that you were lonely, and that you didn’t want some sort of fling.”
“Okay. Carry on, then.”
“I hope it’s all right that he told me that,” Orlando said hurriedly, out of loyalty to Viggo. “You know he and I had…something, a while back. He knows me better than anyone here, even better than Elijah. He caught me looking at you, and saw something.” Orlando shrugged shyly. “I’m surprised you didn’t see it. I feel like it’s written all over my face every time I see you.”
“Most people are fairly thick when it comes to something like that.” Sean heaved a sigh. “What exactly are you trying to say, Orlando?”
“You don’t have to be alone on Christmas…or any day,” Orlando said finally. “I’m willing to fill that void for you, Sean, and I don’t mean sexually. I’d love that, yes…it fills a lot of my waking and sleeping moments.” Sean couldn’t help but smile at that. “I’m not saying I’m in love with you or anything, though I do love you for the amazing person you are. I just…I want to be the one that makes your gorgeous smile come back. It’s been gone too often lately.”
“Lad, do you realize that I am eighteen years older than you? That’s a whole adult person between us.”
“Didn’t realize you were into threesomes,” Orlando tried to joke. Sean didn’t smile. “To be brutally honest, the only reason age has ever crossed my mind is when I worried about not being mature enough for you. I’ve tried to change that. I…”
“Don’t.” Sean’s hands were on Orlando’s shoulders in an instant. “Never ever change for me. Not even a lock of hair. Understand?” Orlando nodded. “Christ, Orlando. This is…wow.”
“Right, wow,” Orlando echoed sadly. He started to put their trash and leftover food back into the basket. “I understand.”
“Understand what?”
“And I’m not feeling rejected, really. I know that I’m probably not good for you…you need someone a lot more stable. Maybe you and Viggo could…”
“Orlando, stop.” Sean took the containers from Orlando and set them down. “Me and Viggo are friends. That’s all we’ll ever be.”
“So you and I could be friends, too,” Orlando said, wondering if Sean could actually hear his heart crashing into his sandals.
“But maybe we could be more.” Sean’s hands came up to cup Orlando’s face. “You sweet boy. I don’t think I’ve ever been propositioned like this before.”
“It’s not really a proposition, don’t you see? It’s mmmphhh…” Orlando’s eyes widened as Sean’s lips met his. He sighed, falling into the kiss as hope bubbled in his chest.
“One thing you WILL have to change…you talk too bloody much when there really isn’t any need,” Sean murmured when he let Orlando up for air. “Silly elf.”
“Okay,” Orlando murmured breathlessly.
“Thank you…this is…probably one of the best gifts I’ve ever gotten for Christmas, if not THE best,” Sean said.
“You’re welcome.” Sean’s face was inches away from Orlando’s, and Orlando wondered if it was obvious in his eyes how much he wanted another kiss. Sean smiled, and Orlando saw the smile-lines he loved so much accentuate Sean’s eyes before Sean leaned in to kiss him again. “Damn,” Orlando sighed when Sean released him. “Now what?”
“Normally, I think, in our past, if we did this with someone else, we’d end up shagging here on the beach,” Sean said. “And while the idea of shagging you is not a new idea to me, nor an unwelcome one, I don’t think it needs to happen right now.”
“You sure?” Orlando whined, then smiled to show he was kidding.
“Aye. No need to get sand in our unmentionable places.” Sean sat back, knees drawn up. “C’mere.”
Orlando scrambled to sit between Sean’s strong legs, his back against Sean’s chest. Sean wrapped his arms around Orlando, kissing the back of Orlando’s neck. “Happy Christmas, elf.”
“Your elf,” Orlando said, settling back to watch the water.
THE END
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You should write the sex now :P
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that was just adorable.
xxx
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I'm also hopelessly in love with your BDS icon! Wonderful movie!
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Yeah, my new addiction is BDS...I write twincest slash for that...in my memories under "Home," "Incomplete," and "Sweet Tart," if you're not squicked by that sort of thing.