FICLET, Fall, R to NC17, Elijahbean

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Sleepy!Fic a go...*yawns*. Written last night. All night. As in, Az has had one hour of sleep. But. Was worth it. It's good when inspiration strikes. :)

Title: Fall
Author: Azrhiaz
Pairing: Elijahbean
Rating: Strong R to NC17, for gratuitous use of the “c” word as always.
Summary: PWP. Sean keeps falling down.
Archive: BTF, Night’s Garden, others please ask.
Disclaimer: Not true. Didn’t happen. Although it’s a lovely idea.
Feedback: Surely, if you’re so inclined.
Author’s Notes: Hugs and kisses to my beloved Elijah!Muse. Couldn’t, wouldn’t have written this without you. Thanks. Yes, every now and then, y’all should thank your muses. End PSA. ;)



For the sixth time that day, Sean threw himself at Elijah.

A flurry of leaves preceded the inevitable hard landing before Peter called "cut”. Sean groaned, and Elijah looked up at him, leaves stuck throughout his Frodo wig, his amusement barely contained. "What? Did I get you with my knee?"

Sean glared back at Elijah. "Bloody right you did." He winced as he eased himself up onto his knees. Elijah didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. He propped himself up on one elbow, listening with one ear as Peter discussed the shot with Fran, and watched Sean.

"Are you okay?" Sean thought that Elijah didn't seem particularly sorry. In fact, he looked almost...smug. Yes. Smug. And not for the first time that day Sean briefly considered ways to wipe that grin off Elijah's face.

"Yeah. Fine." And that was that. It was time to do the scene again. Places were called, and the cameras rolled. "Action!" And just like that he was lunging for him again, tricky little slippery Hobbit, but this time Sean seriously overbalanced and fell forward entirely on top of Elijah.

He heard the breath go out of Elijah with a soft whooshing sound and he looked down into startled blue eyes- not smug at the moment, no- and he shifted his weight. And oh. Felt the press of Elijah's erection grinding up against his leg. Sean was so startled that speech abandoned him. Speech, and the rational part of his brain that was normally in command of things like "get up, you idiot, you're squashing him"- but as the seconds dragged on Elijah smiled, and shifted, and pressed harder. Deliberately.

Oh God. That did it. Sean sprang up, brushing away leaves, and praying to whomever might be listening that the crew wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.

A medic rushed over to see if Elijah was all right, but Elijah just waved him away. "Well," Peter said, "obviously we need to do that one again, but let's take ten, shall we?"

Take ten. Good. Excellent idea, Sean thought. He didn't meet anyone's eyes as he walked back over to the makeup trailer. He grabbed the rickety door and stepped inside, sure that touch ups were going to be needed.

Huh. No one in the makeup trailer. Well. Sean turned to go and nearly knocked Elijah over again.

”Is this gonna be a new thing for you?" Elijah asked with a laugh as he pulled the door shut behind him. Sean instinctively took a step backwards and nearly tripped over a bin full of Hobbit feet. Elijah laughed again. "Or do you want me to fall on you?"

"Elijah, I-" The words were there. He knew them. They started with "Look, I'm sorry about that" and they ended with "and I really don't like blokes, no offense", but then Elijah had somehow managed to back him up against the wall and was pressing against him again, tilting his head to brush his lips against the underside of Sean's neck, and somehow words didn't seem quite so important.

Elijah's tongue flicked out, trailing wetly over his neck, and Sean groaned, his hands going around Elijah's waist to pull him harder into him in a sweethot grind. He dipped his head, and Elijah twisted up, knowing, working the moment, coalescing into a burning kiss.

Sweet, so sweet, the bitter tang of cloves notwithstanding, and fuck but the boy could kiss- Sean broke away abruptly, shaking. "We...we have to be back in a few minutes."

"A few minutes is all I need," Elijah said, and damn it, there was that smug look again. He dropped to his knees and Sean began to panic, hands flapping in protest, trying to drag him back to standing. "Elijah, no, don't," he pleaded, but Elijah just looked up and smiled.

"It's okay. I locked the door."

And then time began to warp rather oddly. The sound of the hidden snaps on his pants being undone stretched out interminably, and Sean watched them fall in slow motion to his ankles. Watched Elijah open rosebud lips to trace across the head of his cock. When the slide down into pure wet heat started he closed his eyes and threaded his fingers through Elijah's- Frodo's- hair, dimly remembering not to tug on the wig.

When he hit the back of Elijah's throat Sean gasped, a shudder wracking his body as Elijah wrapped his hand around the base of his erection and selected another tempo. Somewhere between faster and torture.

Sean opened his eyes then and looked down at hollowing cheeks, the wet little popping noises seeming to echo through the trailer, and ohfuck Elijah wasn't just good at kissing, fuck- he glanced nervously at the door but it remained shut. Waves of pleasure were traveling up his spine and back down again, stopping and building and growing, yes. Glanced back down just in time to see Elijah flick huge blue eyes up at him, wanton and dirty and oh-

Sean came, bucking hard into Elijah's throat, biting his lip enough to draw blood. Elijah didn't fight him, didn't withdraw, just rode it out; and when Sean thought for sure that he was going to fall over, Elijah stood up and steadied him before kissing him again quickly with swollen lips.

Sean sucked in several ragged breaths before the pounding on the door started.

"Hey, let's go! We're rolling!"

Elijah smiled again while Sean hastily pulled up his pants and rearranged everything. Sean wasn't terribly worried about how he looked- pretty much the same, he supposed, only, well. But Elijah. Um. "Elijah, uh- what about?..." Sean began, indicating Elijah's face, complete with smeared makeup, with his fingers.

"It's okay," Elijah said dismissively as he turned to unlock the door.

"Well, um...thank you," Sean managed, not quite sure what else to say.

For a second Elijah didn't answer. Then he turned his head back to Sean and grinned wildly.

"So...is this gonna be a new thing for you, or what?"

And Sean figured there were worse ways to fall.