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Fic: "You're So Vain"
Title: You're So Vain
Author: Val (nicksviper@comcast.net)
Website: Illusion (http://www.shinysparklyworld.com/rpsindex.html)
Pairing: Elijah Wood/Stuart Townsend, Elijah/Stuart/Sean Bean, Elijah/Sean Bean
Rating: R
Summary: "You had me several years ago, when I was quite naïve..."
Notes: Set during the 2004 Golden Globes. Title from the Carly Simon song though I prefer the Faster Pussycat version. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thejennabides for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashyvalentine challenge.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, not profit, and the author makes no claim through these works as to the actual lives/preferences/activities of the people mentioned herein.
Elijah's in the middle of an interview when he first notices Stuart. Stuart looks bored. Stuart looks a bit irritated at being ignored by the press and relegated to 'Charlize's boyfriend'. As Elijah finishes his interview, Stuart looks his way, catches his eye and winks. Elijah only falters for a second, immediately morphing his reaction into a mirthful reply to the interviewer. He nods as the interviewer continues rambling on about...something. He smiles, pretending to be paying attention to her, but really watching Stuart on the red carpet, holding hands with Charlize. He rattles off the standard replies automatically as he checks out Stuart. Shorter hair, little more tan, little more lean looking...not bad. Stuart catches him looking and this time adds a smirk to the wink.
Elijah finishes his interview in a rush and dashes off, apologetic 'I'm so sorry, but you know how it is, awards shows...' smile firmly in place. He feels vaguely nauseated and dizzy and refuses to let himself look around in the room to see just where Stuart is sitting relative to his table. As the show begins, he keeps his eyes on stage, laughing, clapping and looking appropriately impressed and pleased for his fellow actors. He's enjoying the show and absolutely isn't thinking back to filming with Stuart, isn't remembering how Frodo and Aragorn bonding shifted into he and Stuart bonding. He's not imagining that afternoon he wound up naked on Stuart's couch, not remembering how Stuart's smug little smirk made his stomach flip and eventually made him do all sorts of things he never dreamed he'd want to do, let alone throw himself into with such complete enthusiasm. He feels his cheeks begin to heat up and tries to banish the images from his head but they keep coming at him. Waking up at ungodly hours of the early morning wrapped stickily around Stuart, ducking into random rooms and trailers for quick gropes and blowjobs, drunken parties and messy snogs.
He's practically bouncing in his seat, needing to get some air. At the commercial break, he jumps up, smiles and handshakes his way to the men's room. On his way back out the door, he gets caught in a crush of people making their way back to the ballroom. He lets himself be swept along, half-listening to the aimless chatter that surrounds him. He stumbles slightly when someone bumps into him, reaching out a hand for balance. Someone catches his arm, fingers wrapping tight and holding fast.
"Thank..." His jaw drops open as he sees just who that someone is.
He knows that smile, pushes aside a vague thought that he also knows what those lips feel like pressed against his own. He definitely knows that he probably shouldn't be standing here staring like this. He jumps as Stuart's hand rubs up and down his jacket sleeve, eyes darting down to watch. Hand...Stuart's hand...on his arm, moving slowly up and down, almost a caress. He's still unable to speak, doesn't know why, should be able to speak dammit... He raises his eyes to meet Stuart's gaze, hoping his eyes will ask the question 'why?'.
"Velvet."
One word, it's just one word, one word shouldn't sound so...so.
"Velvet?" Ah, good, he can speak, albeit in one word sentences. He's still staring at Stuart's lips, hyper-conscious of Stuart's hand still on his arm.
Stuart nods and his smile shifts, changes. Oh shit. Elijah knows this smile too. Knows what it means and is suddenly terrified, aroused and confused. Stuart doesn't say anything else, just smiles that smile and closes his hand around Elijah's arm, tugging him back toward the bathroom. Somewhere along the way, Elijah decides to take action, to not let himself be drug around like a rag doll, to not let Stuart have all the control. He shoves Stuart into the bathroom and into a stall, has him up against the wall in a heartbeat. Stuart still has that damn smirk on his face and Elijah's determined to get rid of it. He practically draws blood with his first kiss, satisfied only briefly with Stuart's muffled noise of surprise. He's plastered himself up against Stuart and they're rubbing against each other like cats in heat. Stuart's somehow regained control, as he always does and Elijah can feel his body and brain both turning into lust soaked piles of mush. He doesn't care though, only cares that he's got Stuart here, alone, kissing him as if there were no tomorrow. He's moaning and pushing his crotch into Stuart's and trying to climb up, around, into, between, beneath, beside, behind Stuart.
Stuart breaks the kiss, the smirk back at Elijah's growl of protest. He shakes his head, looks down at his trousers. Elijah's bewildered and not catching on so Stuart has to push him back a little bit so Elijah can see Stuart's hand moving down, unzipping his trousers. Ah, Elijah finally gets it. He remembers something about wanting to maintain control, but now Stuart's hand is pushing him down and he's going down...
"No."
Elijah blinks, looking up at Stuart. But it's not Stuart who's said the n-word. Stuart's staring at a spot above and behind Elijah's shoulder and Elijah looks up and is even more confused to see Sean standing there. "Bean?" He thinks he should probably say more but isn't quite sure what the right thing to say is when a friend and former cast-mate finds you in a bathroom stall on your knees in front of another former cast-mate.
Sean looks at him. It's not quite anger, it's not quite disgust, it's not quite much of anything and yet Elijah's sure that it's something. He swats Stuart's hand off Elijah's shoulder, replacing it with his own and tugging Elijah up. Elijah's trying desperately to think of something to say, some explanation, some...fuck...he'd settle for some words of any sort right about now but nothing's coming. He can only stare up at Sean as he stands. But Sean's not looking at him. He's looking at Stuart and shaking his head. Elijah just wants to leave, to run the hell out of The Most Awkward Situation Ever and return to the ballroom to pretend to be interested in the show. But Sean's blocking the door. And still staring at Stuart with that...look. Stuart's still smirking, though possibly with a touch less volume.
Sean takes a step further into the stall, closing and locking the door behind him. Stuart's smirk is fading fast and Elijah's agitation is growing. Sean's now the one smirking as he pulls Elijah toward him, wraps his arms around Elijah, both of them facing Stuart. "On your knees." Elijah practically gives himself whiplash looking up and back at Sean. Sean's not looking at him though. He's still staring at Stuart, nodding. Stuart raises an eyebrow, tries to stare down Sean and fails. Sean's hands are roaming over Elijah's shirt now, stroking, caressing and Elijah's trying to stop his brain from exploding. "Go on, Stuart...you had him on his knees enough. It's your turn now. And make it good."
Elijah leans back against Sean. It seems the easiest thing to do at the moment. He still has no clue how things got to this particular point, but...Sean's arms are strong around him, his hands feel extremely good wandering all over Elijah's chest and abdomen as they are, and the idea of Stuart on his knees has him very intrigued. He sucks in his breath as he feels Sean's hands undoing his trousers, his eyes locked on Stuart. Stuart's still staring at Sean and finally he looks at Elijah. The smirk is back and he leans in to kiss Elijah, deep and slow. Elijah's leaning forward, straining against Sean's hands as Stuart pulls back. He hears Sean make a noise low in his throat. "Knees, now, Townsend. Don't make me tell you again." Stuart's smirk is less sure as he obeys, dropping to his knees, leaning back on his heels. He reaches up but Sean smacks his hand away again, pushing Elijah's trousers and boxers down, holding his shirt up with one hand. He starts to stroke Elijah's cock with the other hand, still watching Stuart.
Elijah's own knees start to buckle but Sean holds him upright, leaning in to nuzzle at his neck and whisper in his ear. "It's okay, I've got you." Elijah lets out a moan-sigh and leans against Sean, his own eyes half-closed. He watches Stuart lean in, eyes asking permission from Sean before he reaches out, replacing Sean's fingers with his own, stroking Elijah briefly before licking his lips and replacing his fingers with his mouth. Elijah lets out a louder moan, his eyes closing fully.
"No, open your eyes and watch..." Sean's hoarse whisper is enough for him to obey, staring down at Stuart. He's never watched anyone do this to him before. He's usually the one on his knees, always was for Stuart. Sean's hand's moved up under his shirt, stroking bare skin, teasing one nipple then the other and Elijah swears he's going to explode from sensory overload. One hand reaches out for Stuart, brushes through his hair, making Stuart open his eyes and look up at him. It's a different look than Elijah's ever seen on Stuart's face before. He breathes out Stuart's name and watches the look shift again. He can't describe it with words but he feels it deep within. He smiles, lets himself relax even more, lets himself stop thinking 'how' and 'why' and 'what' and just feel. He leans into Sean, tilts his head, hoping Sean will take the hint and kiss him. Sean does and it's different too and he doesn't care how or why, he just returns the kiss, hips rocking gently into Stuart's mouth, one hand grasping Stuart's hair, the other laying atop Sean's.
It's all a blur of sense and sensation after that. Hands, mouths, caresses, licking, kissing, sucking.....and he's moaning out nonsense and his head is spinning with the most intense vertigo he's ever experienced and then....then it's over and he's sweaty and spent and knows he wouldn't be able to stand on his own and he's so glad that Sean's holding him up. He looks down at Stuart who's wiping his mouth and standing up. He thinks that he should say something but has no idea what that might be. It's warm and safe with Sean's arms wrapped around him and Sean's lips are back to nuzzling around his neck and he doesn't really care about conversation right about now.
He closes his eyes, feels himself being shifted around a bit as his shorts and trousers are pulled back up. He tries to help with that but his hands are batted away and so he lets Sean handle things, content to just slump against him. He opens his eyes when he's dressed again, a bit startled to find Stuart gone. He turns a bit in Sean's embrace, eyes questioning. Sean merely shrugs, then grins. "C'mon, PJ's award's probably up soon. Don't want to miss that."
Elijah blinks, again thinking that he should be saying something profound or important right about now. But nothing's coming to him and so he nods, still not letting go of Sean. "Don't strain anything trying to sort this out, Elijah. Just accept it and enjoy it." The grin fades slightly as he stares at Elijah for a few seconds. He leans down and kisses Elijah again and Elijah's glad he's not trying to sort this out because this would certainly confuse him even more if he were. Sean pulls away slowly and opens the door to the stall, letting Elijah walk out first. Elijah turns back to him. "Uh...you'll be at the New Line party after, right?"
Sean nods, smiling. Elijah's smile in return is more of a smirk. "I hear the men's rooms up there are pretty small."
Sean laughs, his hand on the door. He leans toward Elijah, who holds his breath as Sean whispers in his ear. Elijah's eyes go wide and he pulls back to stare at Sean, who laughs more, winks at Elijah and walks out the door.
Author: Val (nicksviper@comcast.net)
Website: Illusion (http://www.shinysparklyworld.com/rpsindex.html)
Pairing: Elijah Wood/Stuart Townsend, Elijah/Stuart/Sean Bean, Elijah/Sean Bean
Rating: R
Summary: "You had me several years ago, when I was quite naïve..."
Notes: Set during the 2004 Golden Globes. Title from the Carly Simon song though I prefer the Faster Pussycat version. For
thejennabides for the slashyvalentine challenge. Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, not profit, and the author makes no claim through these works as to the actual lives/preferences/activities of the people mentioned herein.
Elijah's in the middle of an interview when he first notices Stuart. Stuart looks bored. Stuart looks a bit irritated at being ignored by the press and relegated to 'Charlize's boyfriend'. As Elijah finishes his interview, Stuart looks his way, catches his eye and winks. Elijah only falters for a second, immediately morphing his reaction into a mirthful reply to the interviewer. He nods as the interviewer continues rambling on about...something. He smiles, pretending to be paying attention to her, but really watching Stuart on the red carpet, holding hands with Charlize. He rattles off the standard replies automatically as he checks out Stuart. Shorter hair, little more tan, little more lean looking...not bad. Stuart catches him looking and this time adds a smirk to the wink.
Elijah finishes his interview in a rush and dashes off, apologetic 'I'm so sorry, but you know how it is, awards shows...' smile firmly in place. He feels vaguely nauseated and dizzy and refuses to let himself look around in the room to see just where Stuart is sitting relative to his table. As the show begins, he keeps his eyes on stage, laughing, clapping and looking appropriately impressed and pleased for his fellow actors. He's enjoying the show and absolutely isn't thinking back to filming with Stuart, isn't remembering how Frodo and Aragorn bonding shifted into he and Stuart bonding. He's not imagining that afternoon he wound up naked on Stuart's couch, not remembering how Stuart's smug little smirk made his stomach flip and eventually made him do all sorts of things he never dreamed he'd want to do, let alone throw himself into with such complete enthusiasm. He feels his cheeks begin to heat up and tries to banish the images from his head but they keep coming at him. Waking up at ungodly hours of the early morning wrapped stickily around Stuart, ducking into random rooms and trailers for quick gropes and blowjobs, drunken parties and messy snogs.
He's practically bouncing in his seat, needing to get some air. At the commercial break, he jumps up, smiles and handshakes his way to the men's room. On his way back out the door, he gets caught in a crush of people making their way back to the ballroom. He lets himself be swept along, half-listening to the aimless chatter that surrounds him. He stumbles slightly when someone bumps into him, reaching out a hand for balance. Someone catches his arm, fingers wrapping tight and holding fast.
"Thank..." His jaw drops open as he sees just who that someone is.
He knows that smile, pushes aside a vague thought that he also knows what those lips feel like pressed against his own. He definitely knows that he probably shouldn't be standing here staring like this. He jumps as Stuart's hand rubs up and down his jacket sleeve, eyes darting down to watch. Hand...Stuart's hand...on his arm, moving slowly up and down, almost a caress. He's still unable to speak, doesn't know why, should be able to speak dammit... He raises his eyes to meet Stuart's gaze, hoping his eyes will ask the question 'why?'.
"Velvet."
One word, it's just one word, one word shouldn't sound so...so.
"Velvet?" Ah, good, he can speak, albeit in one word sentences. He's still staring at Stuart's lips, hyper-conscious of Stuart's hand still on his arm.
Stuart nods and his smile shifts, changes. Oh shit. Elijah knows this smile too. Knows what it means and is suddenly terrified, aroused and confused. Stuart doesn't say anything else, just smiles that smile and closes his hand around Elijah's arm, tugging him back toward the bathroom. Somewhere along the way, Elijah decides to take action, to not let himself be drug around like a rag doll, to not let Stuart have all the control. He shoves Stuart into the bathroom and into a stall, has him up against the wall in a heartbeat. Stuart still has that damn smirk on his face and Elijah's determined to get rid of it. He practically draws blood with his first kiss, satisfied only briefly with Stuart's muffled noise of surprise. He's plastered himself up against Stuart and they're rubbing against each other like cats in heat. Stuart's somehow regained control, as he always does and Elijah can feel his body and brain both turning into lust soaked piles of mush. He doesn't care though, only cares that he's got Stuart here, alone, kissing him as if there were no tomorrow. He's moaning and pushing his crotch into Stuart's and trying to climb up, around, into, between, beneath, beside, behind Stuart.
Stuart breaks the kiss, the smirk back at Elijah's growl of protest. He shakes his head, looks down at his trousers. Elijah's bewildered and not catching on so Stuart has to push him back a little bit so Elijah can see Stuart's hand moving down, unzipping his trousers. Ah, Elijah finally gets it. He remembers something about wanting to maintain control, but now Stuart's hand is pushing him down and he's going down...
"No."
Elijah blinks, looking up at Stuart. But it's not Stuart who's said the n-word. Stuart's staring at a spot above and behind Elijah's shoulder and Elijah looks up and is even more confused to see Sean standing there. "Bean?" He thinks he should probably say more but isn't quite sure what the right thing to say is when a friend and former cast-mate finds you in a bathroom stall on your knees in front of another former cast-mate.
Sean looks at him. It's not quite anger, it's not quite disgust, it's not quite much of anything and yet Elijah's sure that it's something. He swats Stuart's hand off Elijah's shoulder, replacing it with his own and tugging Elijah up. Elijah's trying desperately to think of something to say, some explanation, some...fuck...he'd settle for some words of any sort right about now but nothing's coming. He can only stare up at Sean as he stands. But Sean's not looking at him. He's looking at Stuart and shaking his head. Elijah just wants to leave, to run the hell out of The Most Awkward Situation Ever and return to the ballroom to pretend to be interested in the show. But Sean's blocking the door. And still staring at Stuart with that...look. Stuart's still smirking, though possibly with a touch less volume.
Sean takes a step further into the stall, closing and locking the door behind him. Stuart's smirk is fading fast and Elijah's agitation is growing. Sean's now the one smirking as he pulls Elijah toward him, wraps his arms around Elijah, both of them facing Stuart. "On your knees." Elijah practically gives himself whiplash looking up and back at Sean. Sean's not looking at him though. He's still staring at Stuart, nodding. Stuart raises an eyebrow, tries to stare down Sean and fails. Sean's hands are roaming over Elijah's shirt now, stroking, caressing and Elijah's trying to stop his brain from exploding. "Go on, Stuart...you had him on his knees enough. It's your turn now. And make it good."
Elijah leans back against Sean. It seems the easiest thing to do at the moment. He still has no clue how things got to this particular point, but...Sean's arms are strong around him, his hands feel extremely good wandering all over Elijah's chest and abdomen as they are, and the idea of Stuart on his knees has him very intrigued. He sucks in his breath as he feels Sean's hands undoing his trousers, his eyes locked on Stuart. Stuart's still staring at Sean and finally he looks at Elijah. The smirk is back and he leans in to kiss Elijah, deep and slow. Elijah's leaning forward, straining against Sean's hands as Stuart pulls back. He hears Sean make a noise low in his throat. "Knees, now, Townsend. Don't make me tell you again." Stuart's smirk is less sure as he obeys, dropping to his knees, leaning back on his heels. He reaches up but Sean smacks his hand away again, pushing Elijah's trousers and boxers down, holding his shirt up with one hand. He starts to stroke Elijah's cock with the other hand, still watching Stuart.
Elijah's own knees start to buckle but Sean holds him upright, leaning in to nuzzle at his neck and whisper in his ear. "It's okay, I've got you." Elijah lets out a moan-sigh and leans against Sean, his own eyes half-closed. He watches Stuart lean in, eyes asking permission from Sean before he reaches out, replacing Sean's fingers with his own, stroking Elijah briefly before licking his lips and replacing his fingers with his mouth. Elijah lets out a louder moan, his eyes closing fully.
"No, open your eyes and watch..." Sean's hoarse whisper is enough for him to obey, staring down at Stuart. He's never watched anyone do this to him before. He's usually the one on his knees, always was for Stuart. Sean's hand's moved up under his shirt, stroking bare skin, teasing one nipple then the other and Elijah swears he's going to explode from sensory overload. One hand reaches out for Stuart, brushes through his hair, making Stuart open his eyes and look up at him. It's a different look than Elijah's ever seen on Stuart's face before. He breathes out Stuart's name and watches the look shift again. He can't describe it with words but he feels it deep within. He smiles, lets himself relax even more, lets himself stop thinking 'how' and 'why' and 'what' and just feel. He leans into Sean, tilts his head, hoping Sean will take the hint and kiss him. Sean does and it's different too and he doesn't care how or why, he just returns the kiss, hips rocking gently into Stuart's mouth, one hand grasping Stuart's hair, the other laying atop Sean's.
It's all a blur of sense and sensation after that. Hands, mouths, caresses, licking, kissing, sucking.....and he's moaning out nonsense and his head is spinning with the most intense vertigo he's ever experienced and then....then it's over and he's sweaty and spent and knows he wouldn't be able to stand on his own and he's so glad that Sean's holding him up. He looks down at Stuart who's wiping his mouth and standing up. He thinks that he should say something but has no idea what that might be. It's warm and safe with Sean's arms wrapped around him and Sean's lips are back to nuzzling around his neck and he doesn't really care about conversation right about now.
He closes his eyes, feels himself being shifted around a bit as his shorts and trousers are pulled back up. He tries to help with that but his hands are batted away and so he lets Sean handle things, content to just slump against him. He opens his eyes when he's dressed again, a bit startled to find Stuart gone. He turns a bit in Sean's embrace, eyes questioning. Sean merely shrugs, then grins. "C'mon, PJ's award's probably up soon. Don't want to miss that."
Elijah blinks, again thinking that he should be saying something profound or important right about now. But nothing's coming to him and so he nods, still not letting go of Sean. "Don't strain anything trying to sort this out, Elijah. Just accept it and enjoy it." The grin fades slightly as he stares at Elijah for a few seconds. He leans down and kisses Elijah again and Elijah's glad he's not trying to sort this out because this would certainly confuse him even more if he were. Sean pulls away slowly and opens the door to the stall, letting Elijah walk out first. Elijah turns back to him. "Uh...you'll be at the New Line party after, right?"
Sean nods, smiling. Elijah's smile in return is more of a smirk. "I hear the men's rooms up there are pretty small."
Sean laughs, his hand on the door. He leans toward Elijah, who holds his breath as Sean whispers in his ear. Elijah's eyes go wide and he pulls back to stare at Sean, who laughs more, winks at Elijah and walks out the door.
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that was...whoah.
anything Bean is good for me... but Bean/Stuart is THAT context !!!
very well written, Will blame you for hot dreams in the next few days.