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fellowshippers2003-12-26 05:29 pm
hobbit-trollop.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-12-26 05:29 pm
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Pairing: SeanLijah
Rating: Ummmm...PG
Disclaimers: All the usual ones. Thanks to the kindness of everyone who responded to Billy/Dom/Quilt earlier. I will endeavor not to make you tired of me! *g*
For Keye, because she is wonderful, and because she asked me. Thank you, honey.
Sean sat at his desk, determined not to let "Big Time" Hollywood problems get to him, playing with his Sam and Frodo action figures. His childhood had been hard, harrowing, if he were inclined to be very honest, and he so rarely had had a chance to just play. He didn't feel the least bit self-conscious, having little Mr. Frodo kiss little Samwise Gamgee, and he grinned. Allie would think that was gross, probably, but she was off with Mom for the week, till next Saturday, when Sean's turn at custody came again.
He was determined not to let that get to him, either.
He carefully put Sam and Frodo back on the desk, and wondered how long Lij would sleep. It was almost as if he were still growing, the way he hated to open those big eyes in the morning, or to put one toe out of bed before noon. Sean remembered being a teenager, feeling just the same, that no amount of sleep were ever enough. Especially when he knew there was no work to wake up for. Lijah and Sean had scheduled this time off together, and Sean wanted Lij to have everything. He wanted him to be comfortable, and happy, and cared for, and he meant to spoil him rotten.
As though Lijah could ever be rotten! Sean leaned back in wooden chair, and grinned. Lijah was truly full of sunshine, and he radiated such light and such peace, that sometimes Sean could scarcely look at him. His stomach would do a slow flip-flop, and though Lij could not possibly know what he was thinking, he would come, and settle himself in Sean's lap, wrapping his long limbs all around him, nuzzling his neck, and sighing happily. It was impossible to worry at times like these, impossible to think about anything but that radiant heat, that inherent goodness, that core of gentleness that tempered everything Lij did.
He straightened the papers he was supposed to have been working on, and got up from the desk, and stretched. The chocolate brown sweater pulled up, revealing his, now only very subtly rounded stomach, covered with dark, golden hair. His blue jeans were faded, and so well worn that a hole had taken up residence in their right knee. While his hands were still over his head, Lijah came bounding into the room, hurling himself at Sean.
Soon, Lijah's lips were on his, and Sean held him closer. Lijah's hair was damp, and he smelled spicy and clean, as Sean kissed along his jaw.
"My Seanie," Lij murmured happily, his voice still full of dream-rich sleep, and it stirred Sean's need immediately.
"Thought you'd sleep the day away, Elwood. There's lunch ready, seeing as how you've conveniently missed breakfast," teased Sean.
Lijah took a step back, and looked Sean up and down. "My Seanwise. You're beautiful, you know." Then he went off to the kitchen in search of their lunch, wanting to eat out on the deck, watching the impossibly blue sea, unaware of the sweet irony that his eyes were the very same shade.
Rating: Ummmm...PG
Disclaimers: All the usual ones. Thanks to the kindness of everyone who responded to Billy/Dom/Quilt earlier. I will endeavor not to make you tired of me! *g*
For Keye, because she is wonderful, and because she asked me. Thank you, honey.
Sean sat at his desk, determined not to let "Big Time" Hollywood problems get to him, playing with his Sam and Frodo action figures. His childhood had been hard, harrowing, if he were inclined to be very honest, and he so rarely had had a chance to just play. He didn't feel the least bit self-conscious, having little Mr. Frodo kiss little Samwise Gamgee, and he grinned. Allie would think that was gross, probably, but she was off with Mom for the week, till next Saturday, when Sean's turn at custody came again.
He was determined not to let that get to him, either.
He carefully put Sam and Frodo back on the desk, and wondered how long Lij would sleep. It was almost as if he were still growing, the way he hated to open those big eyes in the morning, or to put one toe out of bed before noon. Sean remembered being a teenager, feeling just the same, that no amount of sleep were ever enough. Especially when he knew there was no work to wake up for. Lijah and Sean had scheduled this time off together, and Sean wanted Lij to have everything. He wanted him to be comfortable, and happy, and cared for, and he meant to spoil him rotten.
As though Lijah could ever be rotten! Sean leaned back in wooden chair, and grinned. Lijah was truly full of sunshine, and he radiated such light and such peace, that sometimes Sean could scarcely look at him. His stomach would do a slow flip-flop, and though Lij could not possibly know what he was thinking, he would come, and settle himself in Sean's lap, wrapping his long limbs all around him, nuzzling his neck, and sighing happily. It was impossible to worry at times like these, impossible to think about anything but that radiant heat, that inherent goodness, that core of gentleness that tempered everything Lij did.
He straightened the papers he was supposed to have been working on, and got up from the desk, and stretched. The chocolate brown sweater pulled up, revealing his, now only very subtly rounded stomach, covered with dark, golden hair. His blue jeans were faded, and so well worn that a hole had taken up residence in their right knee. While his hands were still over his head, Lijah came bounding into the room, hurling himself at Sean.
Soon, Lijah's lips were on his, and Sean held him closer. Lijah's hair was damp, and he smelled spicy and clean, as Sean kissed along his jaw.
"My Seanie," Lij murmured happily, his voice still full of dream-rich sleep, and it stirred Sean's need immediately.
"Thought you'd sleep the day away, Elwood. There's lunch ready, seeing as how you've conveniently missed breakfast," teased Sean.
Lijah took a step back, and looked Sean up and down. "My Seanwise. You're beautiful, you know." Then he went off to the kitchen in search of their lunch, wanting to eat out on the deck, watching the impossibly blue sea, unaware of the sweet irony that his eyes were the very same shade.