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Lament (SA/SB) 2/5
Title: Lament
Author: Courtney (PrincessGwen16@aol.com)
Rating: mostly PG-13
Pairing: Astin/Bean
Warnings: open marriages and crying men.
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, ain't mine, no money being made. It's fiction and fun!
Summary: Sean makes a confession.
Feedback: is always welcome!
A/N: Muchas thanks to my beta, Alec, and Niki.
Bean's laugh filled the large space. "Look at you!" he gasped, pointing at the screen. "You were so small! Jesus, it's amazing you didn't get hurt."
Sean blushed. "Um, yeah," he replied, thinking that somewhere this had to be defined as strange and unusual punishment. He hated watching himself. Always reminded him of something; that he was never really built for sports or that he was now carrying around lots of extra weight. Sean was always self-conscious and that's probably not the best thing doing what he's doing.
Bean got up and changed the movie. "Ok, I guess it's my turn," he announced.
Sean sat up on the couch higher. He decided not to tell Bean that he's seen all of his movies and knows each of them by heart. Would make him sound, well, retarded and kinda like a creepy weirdo. No, nobody needs that. So Sean sat up higher and asked, "Which one?"
Bean whirled around, holding up both DVDs. "Your pick." Sean pondered. He had to admit, Don't Say a Word had to be his favorite. He's not sure why, but, eh. Sean pointed to the one he wanted and settled back down into the couch, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. Bean put the DVD in and made his way back to the couch.
"Why this one?" he asked as they waited for the movie to start.
"It's my favorite one," Sean answered, turning to shine a bright smile at Bean. Bean smiled back then turned his attention to the movie.
As the movie ended, Sean stretched while Bean made his way to change DVDs. "Hey!" Sean protested. "You gotta watch all the special shit that's on there!" Bean turned around, giving Sean a strange look, but put the DVD back in. Sean smiled triumphantly. Sean grabbed the remote and navigated to the special stuff right to Bean's commentary.
As they watched and listened, Sean shook his head. "You are aware that you sound like a complete dork, right?" Bean turned to look at him. "Huh?" Sean smirked. "You are a dweebnut!"
Bean grabbed a pillow and whacked Sean in the face with it. "I am not!"
"Ohhh...a pillow fight!" Sean laughed. "You're such a nerd!" Bean attacked him again with his pillow, lunging forward. He got up on his knees and kept whacking a giggling Sean. His knee slipped and Bean ended up landing on top of Sean.
"Um...thanks for breakin' the fall, mate," Bean smiled, having to take deep breaths because of all the laughing.
Sean blushed. "Not a problem. It's what I'm here for," he answered.
"What? To save a geezer from falling to his most certain death or knee surgery?" Bean smirked, ruffling Sean's hair. "Nah, you're here for something more Sean." And that was the first time Bean had used Sean's first name. He was sure that Bean could feel his heart thudding against his chest.
"Um Bean?" Sean asked, suddenly aware of the situation and as lovely as Bean felt on him, all nice and heavy muscle, this was decidedly not a good thing. His body was all too aware. "Think you could...move?" Sean squirmed under his weight.
"Wha-huh?" Bean looked around and remembered that he was laying on Sean. "Oh! Sorry mate. Don't want to squash you to death, now do we? Don't think your wife would much like that." Bean pushed himself up, opting to sit next to Sean.
"Yeah, probably not," Sean replied, sitting up himself. In the sort of awkward silence that followed, Sean thought, not for the first time, why he was here, not just in Viggo's house but with Bean. Sean figured it was now or never. He turned slightly, facing Bean and asked, "Bean, why am I here?"
"What do you mean?" Bean asked, looking over. Sean couldn't read what was in those eyes.
"Sean, you know what I mean," he answered. "Why am I here? Why me? Is this some kind of joke or something? Cause that's definitely not cool."
"No joke," Bean answered. "You wanna know?" Sean nodded, muttering a "yeah." Bean sighed. "Ok, I was convinced that you hated my guts. Hence the visit the other night. I needed to know. As of yet, there haven't been hateful glares or long periods of silence for you to ponder how to kill me with minimal fuss and clean up. But the night is young," Bean smiled.
"So this was what? Some sort of bonding thing?" Sean asked.
"Well," Bean took the chance to think for a minute, debating on telling the truth. "Yes and no."
"Is there more to that or do I need to guess? Cause I suck at guessing."
"Ok. The Jeff thing? Not entirely true," Bean stated. Sean mentally clapped himself on the back. He knew it. "I did know a guy named Jeff, but he was a school buddy I took an art class with. And I chatted with him a while ago. So that's on the level. But all that other stuff? I wanted to know your opinion." Bean glanced down at his hands. "Kinda stupid if you think about it. Why would I go into something like that thinking you hated me and then ask you about gay relationships and crap like that. I am a world class moron somedays." Bean shook his head.
Sean laughed. "I think you borrow the title from Dom," Sean smiled.
"Maybe I do," Bean replied. "Maybe I do. So, you don't hate me or anything, right?" Sean shook his head.
"Quite the opposite." Bean raised an eyebrow. Sean smiled back at him. "So is this a date or something?"
Bean broke out into a wide smile. "Could be." Sean felt like his heart would explode and his brain would ooze out of his ears. This is definitely a very good day. Sean mimicked Bean's broad smile. "Date it is then."
Author: Courtney (PrincessGwen16@aol.com)
Rating: mostly PG-13
Pairing: Astin/Bean
Warnings: open marriages and crying men.
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, ain't mine, no money being made. It's fiction and fun!
Summary: Sean makes a confession.
Feedback: is always welcome!
A/N: Muchas thanks to my beta, Alec, and Niki.
Bean's laugh filled the large space. "Look at you!" he gasped, pointing at the screen. "You were so small! Jesus, it's amazing you didn't get hurt."
Sean blushed. "Um, yeah," he replied, thinking that somewhere this had to be defined as strange and unusual punishment. He hated watching himself. Always reminded him of something; that he was never really built for sports or that he was now carrying around lots of extra weight. Sean was always self-conscious and that's probably not the best thing doing what he's doing.
Bean got up and changed the movie. "Ok, I guess it's my turn," he announced.
Sean sat up on the couch higher. He decided not to tell Bean that he's seen all of his movies and knows each of them by heart. Would make him sound, well, retarded and kinda like a creepy weirdo. No, nobody needs that. So Sean sat up higher and asked, "Which one?"
Bean whirled around, holding up both DVDs. "Your pick." Sean pondered. He had to admit, Don't Say a Word had to be his favorite. He's not sure why, but, eh. Sean pointed to the one he wanted and settled back down into the couch, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. Bean put the DVD in and made his way back to the couch.
"Why this one?" he asked as they waited for the movie to start.
"It's my favorite one," Sean answered, turning to shine a bright smile at Bean. Bean smiled back then turned his attention to the movie.
As the movie ended, Sean stretched while Bean made his way to change DVDs. "Hey!" Sean protested. "You gotta watch all the special shit that's on there!" Bean turned around, giving Sean a strange look, but put the DVD back in. Sean smiled triumphantly. Sean grabbed the remote and navigated to the special stuff right to Bean's commentary.
As they watched and listened, Sean shook his head. "You are aware that you sound like a complete dork, right?" Bean turned to look at him. "Huh?" Sean smirked. "You are a dweebnut!"
Bean grabbed a pillow and whacked Sean in the face with it. "I am not!"
"Ohhh...a pillow fight!" Sean laughed. "You're such a nerd!" Bean attacked him again with his pillow, lunging forward. He got up on his knees and kept whacking a giggling Sean. His knee slipped and Bean ended up landing on top of Sean.
"Um...thanks for breakin' the fall, mate," Bean smiled, having to take deep breaths because of all the laughing.
Sean blushed. "Not a problem. It's what I'm here for," he answered.
"What? To save a geezer from falling to his most certain death or knee surgery?" Bean smirked, ruffling Sean's hair. "Nah, you're here for something more Sean." And that was the first time Bean had used Sean's first name. He was sure that Bean could feel his heart thudding against his chest.
"Um Bean?" Sean asked, suddenly aware of the situation and as lovely as Bean felt on him, all nice and heavy muscle, this was decidedly not a good thing. His body was all too aware. "Think you could...move?" Sean squirmed under his weight.
"Wha-huh?" Bean looked around and remembered that he was laying on Sean. "Oh! Sorry mate. Don't want to squash you to death, now do we? Don't think your wife would much like that." Bean pushed himself up, opting to sit next to Sean.
"Yeah, probably not," Sean replied, sitting up himself. In the sort of awkward silence that followed, Sean thought, not for the first time, why he was here, not just in Viggo's house but with Bean. Sean figured it was now or never. He turned slightly, facing Bean and asked, "Bean, why am I here?"
"What do you mean?" Bean asked, looking over. Sean couldn't read what was in those eyes.
"Sean, you know what I mean," he answered. "Why am I here? Why me? Is this some kind of joke or something? Cause that's definitely not cool."
"No joke," Bean answered. "You wanna know?" Sean nodded, muttering a "yeah." Bean sighed. "Ok, I was convinced that you hated my guts. Hence the visit the other night. I needed to know. As of yet, there haven't been hateful glares or long periods of silence for you to ponder how to kill me with minimal fuss and clean up. But the night is young," Bean smiled.
"So this was what? Some sort of bonding thing?" Sean asked.
"Well," Bean took the chance to think for a minute, debating on telling the truth. "Yes and no."
"Is there more to that or do I need to guess? Cause I suck at guessing."
"Ok. The Jeff thing? Not entirely true," Bean stated. Sean mentally clapped himself on the back. He knew it. "I did know a guy named Jeff, but he was a school buddy I took an art class with. And I chatted with him a while ago. So that's on the level. But all that other stuff? I wanted to know your opinion." Bean glanced down at his hands. "Kinda stupid if you think about it. Why would I go into something like that thinking you hated me and then ask you about gay relationships and crap like that. I am a world class moron somedays." Bean shook his head.
Sean laughed. "I think you borrow the title from Dom," Sean smiled.
"Maybe I do," Bean replied. "Maybe I do. So, you don't hate me or anything, right?" Sean shook his head.
"Quite the opposite." Bean raised an eyebrow. Sean smiled back at him. "So is this a date or something?"
Bean broke out into a wide smile. "Could be." Sean felt like his heart would explode and his brain would ooze out of his ears. This is definitely a very good day. Sean mimicked Bean's broad smile. "Date it is then."