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Lament (SA/SB) 3/5
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 and Bean tell the Fellowship.
Feedback: is always welcome!
A/N: Muchas thanks to my beta, Alec, and Niki.
Sean busied himself looking around Viggo's house while Bean went in the kitchen and banged a lot of pots together and cursing. Definitely the most interesting first date he's been on, that was for sure. First of all, it was his first guy date in forever. Second of all, it was just the first date he has had since he met The Wife. Huh. What good is an open marriage if you don't use it to its full potential, eh? Sean figured that if Iman and David Bowie could make it work, he and The Wife could. Easy as that.
Sean stopped in front of an unfamiliar painting. He leaned closer, inspecting it. Sean bit his tongue, not wanting to ask if he had seen this one, boy would he have felt stupid! Sure he hadn't spent much time in Viggo's house and was only slightly surprised that Bean was able to finagle his way into it for their week off. Not really, once he really thought about it. They had this whole art thing in common, so it only made sense that they'd be all chummy. Sean was startled out of his thoughts when he felt Bean's hand clasp his shoulder.
"Like that?" he asked, using his head to point to the painting.
"Yeah, but I don't remember seeing that one before," Sean admitted. "I thought I had seen the huge chunk of stuff that Viggo had done."
Bean's arm rested on Sean's shoulders, bringing Sean closer to him. "I'll tell you a secret," Bean whispered. "I painted that."
"You paint?" Sean asked, still inspecting the painting.
"Yeah, have been for a while now," Bean replied. "Viggo stole a few and hung them up here." Bean chuckled. "So, here they are," he motioned to the wall. There were two other paintings hanging on it.
Sean took a step forward and inspected the other two. "Wow, Sean," he turned to look over at Bean, "these are amazing."
Bean shrugged. "It's a hobby." And with that Bean turned and headed back to the kitchen, leaving Sean to ponder what that was all about.
Dinner was lovely. Just the two of them, pasta, wine and talking. It was Sean's favorite date. Sean thought it was wonderful, to be able to look across the table and blatantly stare at Bean and not be self-conscience about it. It kicked ass.
"So, Sean," Bean looked up from his dinner, green eyes sparkling, "is Christine ok with all this? Us dating, I mean?" Bean asked, resting his arms on the table and fiddling with his wine glass.
"Chris?" Bean nodded. "She's fine with it. We talked before I came here. As long as we're careful, we can do whatever." Sean smiled. "We have a very open marriage." Bean raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. "Um, you said there was an us. Is there? Ya know, an us?" Sean pushed around the left over pasta on his plate, trying to fight the blush that he knew was creeping up on him.
"Yeah," Bean smiled, "I'd like to think that we could. I'd love to be able to do this," Bean motioned at the table with his free hand, "every night."
Sean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He lifted a hand and pinched his arm. Damn that hurt! "You mean that?"
"Would I say it if I didn't?" he asked, the most serious look gracing his face. Bean's statement bringing a huge grin to Sean's face. Bean broke into his own grin. "Now that's what I like to see."
And so began Sean's great love affair with Bean. The week was spent mostly in Viggo's house talking, getting to know each other. Numerous mornings Sean would wake up on Bean's couch, snuggled deep into Bean's side. It was mornings like that where Sean just couldn't believe his good fortune. His unbelievable luck to be free to love two completely different people, not only with them knowing, but also in a way where there were never any major problems. How it happened, he didn't know, but with Christine and Bean, he had the perfect relationship.
Sean and Bean went back to work the following week. They decided to only tell the Fellowship about their seeing each other. Anyone outside wouldn't have understood, Sean had explained to them. It was a delicate situation and the last thing they needed was to see pictures of themselves gracing the cover of many a tabloid magazine. Sean and Christine were open, but they weren't stupid.
They knew their one hurdle would have been Ian who would want them to embrace who they were, not hide from it. Hell, he told them, it was Sean's problem he was married. Sean explained that he had embraced who he was, long ago. Bean agreed. Another hurdle would be to get Elijah to keep his mouth shut. Sean thought that all his years as an actor would have helped, but they found out that when it came to keeping secrets Elijah was worse than an only child not getting what they wanted. In the end, they thought it best not to tell Elijah much.
The Day was inching closer. The Day when Boromir would die and Bean would leave. The Day when Bean would take a chunk of Sean's heart with him. Sean avoided talking about The End as much as possible. He believed in that old Jackie Kennedy line that if you didn't think about it, it wouldn't happen. Sean clung to that thought for as long as he could, making a conscience effort to ignore that The Day was closer than he thought it would be.
Sean decided to make the most out of the time he had, spending as much time as he could just being around Bean. In the early mornings, they made love before they had to run off for shoots. Sean would cook dinner while Bean went about setting the table. Sean knew it would be the little things that he would miss. The peaceful way Bean looked while he slept or the way his brow furrowed when he read or how excited he got over a football game or how home sick he sounded when he talked to his girls or the way he'd whisper in Sean's ear when he thought Sean was asleep. Sean knew that it would be those things that would hurt the most, the little things nobody thinks you notice. Sean knew Bean loved him, heard him whisper so in those middle of the night confessions. Sean also knew that, while Bean appeared to be taking this in stride, not letting it phase him, it was hurting him too. Sean always thought that Bean's eyes were more expressive than people gave them credit for. And Sean could see that he wasn't the only one who was going to be crushed when Bean left.
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 and Bean tell the Fellowship.
Feedback: is always welcome!
A/N: Muchas thanks to my beta, Alec, and Niki.
Sean busied himself looking around Viggo's house while Bean went in the kitchen and banged a lot of pots together and cursing. Definitely the most interesting first date he's been on, that was for sure. First of all, it was his first guy date in forever. Second of all, it was just the first date he has had since he met The Wife. Huh. What good is an open marriage if you don't use it to its full potential, eh? Sean figured that if Iman and David Bowie could make it work, he and The Wife could. Easy as that.
Sean stopped in front of an unfamiliar painting. He leaned closer, inspecting it. Sean bit his tongue, not wanting to ask if he had seen this one, boy would he have felt stupid! Sure he hadn't spent much time in Viggo's house and was only slightly surprised that Bean was able to finagle his way into it for their week off. Not really, once he really thought about it. They had this whole art thing in common, so it only made sense that they'd be all chummy. Sean was startled out of his thoughts when he felt Bean's hand clasp his shoulder.
"Like that?" he asked, using his head to point to the painting.
"Yeah, but I don't remember seeing that one before," Sean admitted. "I thought I had seen the huge chunk of stuff that Viggo had done."
Bean's arm rested on Sean's shoulders, bringing Sean closer to him. "I'll tell you a secret," Bean whispered. "I painted that."
"You paint?" Sean asked, still inspecting the painting.
"Yeah, have been for a while now," Bean replied. "Viggo stole a few and hung them up here." Bean chuckled. "So, here they are," he motioned to the wall. There were two other paintings hanging on it.
Sean took a step forward and inspected the other two. "Wow, Sean," he turned to look over at Bean, "these are amazing."
Bean shrugged. "It's a hobby." And with that Bean turned and headed back to the kitchen, leaving Sean to ponder what that was all about.
Dinner was lovely. Just the two of them, pasta, wine and talking. It was Sean's favorite date. Sean thought it was wonderful, to be able to look across the table and blatantly stare at Bean and not be self-conscience about it. It kicked ass.
"So, Sean," Bean looked up from his dinner, green eyes sparkling, "is Christine ok with all this? Us dating, I mean?" Bean asked, resting his arms on the table and fiddling with his wine glass.
"Chris?" Bean nodded. "She's fine with it. We talked before I came here. As long as we're careful, we can do whatever." Sean smiled. "We have a very open marriage." Bean raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. "Um, you said there was an us. Is there? Ya know, an us?" Sean pushed around the left over pasta on his plate, trying to fight the blush that he knew was creeping up on him.
"Yeah," Bean smiled, "I'd like to think that we could. I'd love to be able to do this," Bean motioned at the table with his free hand, "every night."
Sean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He lifted a hand and pinched his arm. Damn that hurt! "You mean that?"
"Would I say it if I didn't?" he asked, the most serious look gracing his face. Bean's statement bringing a huge grin to Sean's face. Bean broke into his own grin. "Now that's what I like to see."
And so began Sean's great love affair with Bean. The week was spent mostly in Viggo's house talking, getting to know each other. Numerous mornings Sean would wake up on Bean's couch, snuggled deep into Bean's side. It was mornings like that where Sean just couldn't believe his good fortune. His unbelievable luck to be free to love two completely different people, not only with them knowing, but also in a way where there were never any major problems. How it happened, he didn't know, but with Christine and Bean, he had the perfect relationship.
Sean and Bean went back to work the following week. They decided to only tell the Fellowship about their seeing each other. Anyone outside wouldn't have understood, Sean had explained to them. It was a delicate situation and the last thing they needed was to see pictures of themselves gracing the cover of many a tabloid magazine. Sean and Christine were open, but they weren't stupid.
They knew their one hurdle would have been Ian who would want them to embrace who they were, not hide from it. Hell, he told them, it was Sean's problem he was married. Sean explained that he had embraced who he was, long ago. Bean agreed. Another hurdle would be to get Elijah to keep his mouth shut. Sean thought that all his years as an actor would have helped, but they found out that when it came to keeping secrets Elijah was worse than an only child not getting what they wanted. In the end, they thought it best not to tell Elijah much.
The Day was inching closer. The Day when Boromir would die and Bean would leave. The Day when Bean would take a chunk of Sean's heart with him. Sean avoided talking about The End as much as possible. He believed in that old Jackie Kennedy line that if you didn't think about it, it wouldn't happen. Sean clung to that thought for as long as he could, making a conscience effort to ignore that The Day was closer than he thought it would be.
Sean decided to make the most out of the time he had, spending as much time as he could just being around Bean. In the early mornings, they made love before they had to run off for shoots. Sean would cook dinner while Bean went about setting the table. Sean knew it would be the little things that he would miss. The peaceful way Bean looked while he slept or the way his brow furrowed when he read or how excited he got over a football game or how home sick he sounded when he talked to his girls or the way he'd whisper in Sean's ear when he thought Sean was asleep. Sean knew that it would be those things that would hurt the most, the little things nobody thinks you notice. Sean knew Bean loved him, heard him whisper so in those middle of the night confessions. Sean also knew that, while Bean appeared to be taking this in stride, not letting it phase him, it was hurting him too. Sean always thought that Bean's eyes were more expressive than people gave them credit for. And Sean could see that he wasn't the only one who was going to be crushed when Bean left.