ack. what was i thinking?!

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Title: The Wrong End Of The Stick
Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: snugette@hotmail.com]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dom/Bean
Summary: Sean likes Orlando, Orlando doesn't like Sean, and now Dom knows.
Content warnings: Several uses of strong language, sex.
Disclaimer: I sat and watched. In my head.
Feedback: Would be really wondercrumb!
Notes: For leadyouastray as she so wonderfully gave me the idea to play with. *huggles* Also, my first attempt at anything remotely porny, so I'm sorry if it's kinda lame! Oh, and I plead sleep deprivation for any mistakes you would be so kind as to point out...

Dom stretches languorously in the chair, which creaks ominously and tips backwards a little.

"Dom!" The girl on her knees in front of Dominic looks slightly annoyed and sounds more than slightly annoyed.

"Uh? Oh sorry..."

It would seem that stretching languorously whilst having someone remove latex feet from around your ankles is not the done thing. Understandably, as half the bowl of warm water his feet were sitting in has now been redistributed across the floor of the trailer. Actually, Dom should know that by now, but he tends forget at least once a week, and anyway, he's sure the floor appreciates a wash every now and then.

"All hail Dom, the King of smooth," Elijah smirks and rolls his eyes, far too cheekily Dom thinks, but Elijah knows he can get away with it, because there's nothing Dom can do about it at this moment in time.

"Shut up Elijah," Dom says sweetly, giving the American a serene smile that says 'I forgive you for now but rest assured you will pay for that later.' "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He continues his apology to the girl who's now kneeling in a soggy lukewarm puddle.

"Alright Dom, Lijah?" Billy has just come up the steps into the trailer, completely de-hobbited with the exception of his feet and ears. "What are you two up to tonight?"

Dom glances at Elijah.

"Nothing as far as I know..." Elijah answers with curiosity.

"Great! The three of us are going out for a drink."

A sceptical glance is exchanged between the two younger men.

"Yeah, sure Bills. What's the occasion?"

"There isn't one, I just felt like it." Billy shrugs, an action that Dom mirrors as he agrees;

"Sure, why not. Lij?"

"Ah, that's a nice one Billy Boyd. You had me going for a second there, you really had me. I thought you said you just felt like going out for a drink! Ach, my hearing ain't what it used to be..."

Billy chuckles good humouredly. "Piss off."

Elijah giggles and attempts to flick water at Billy with one latex free foot as the Scot sits in the chair beside him.

"Shall we say 8 o'clock in Wellington then boys?" Billy smiles and glances over at Dom who's turned his attentions to shuffling through Elijah's big CD case.

"Yeah, by the fountain and it's a date." Elijah giggles, and Dom grunts his approval.

"It's a date." Dom mimics Elijah's voice as closely as he can. The American pulls a face but doesn't reply, and Billy just sits back with a comfortable sigh as they dissolve into a companionable silence.

         . . .

It takes another 38 minutes before all three have their feet completely removed and are wandering across the gravel parking lot. Elijah timed it, and is arguing his case to Billy, who is teasing Elijah about his timekeeping skills or lack thereof.

Dom is bringing up the rear, and looks deep in thought. As they reach the far side of the lot he stops suddenly, clicking his fingers for effect.

"Ah crap, I left my red trainers back in the other trailer."

Elijah and Billy look at him quite blankly. 

"Hey, don't worry about waiting for me guys, I've got some stuff to pick up back in the trailer." Dom calls over his shoulder as the other two finish making their way towards the car waiting to take them home.

"Alright, but don't you be late Monaghan. You know I can't bear to be apart from you..." Elijah laughs. Well, giggles. Elijah can't laugh properly Dom noticed a long time ago.

Dom allows himself a small faintly amused smile and turns his attention back to where he's headed. Ah yes, costume. He crosses the gravel and takes the steps into the trailer in one stride, flicking the light switch on his way in. Now... his shoes should be lurking around here somewhere... and those missing CD's, a a matter of fact...  now where did he leave them?

Dom jumps. "Bean!"

Sean gives a silent nod of acknowledgement and continues removing his shirt.

"What were you doing in the dark man?" Dom's voice is teasing and accompanied by a leery wink.

"Oh I was just thinking about some stuff. Came in here to get changed." Sean looks... looks almost like he's been crying, or something, and he doesn't sound too happy.

"You OK Sean?" Dom gives up the search for his music and clothes for a moment to study Sean's face.

"Mmm."

"Sure?"

"Yeah Dom. What are you doing here then?"

"Left my Coldplay and Radiohead CD's here earlier," he motions around the trailer, which is a bit of mess. "And my trainers, they should be around somewhere too."

"Ah. OK." Sean still doesn't sound very happy.

Dom moves to a mound of hobbit clothes piled up on one of the work surfaces at the side of the trailer and starts rifling through them.

"It's just you all. You're close, you, Elijah, Billy, Viggo..."

Dom looks up to find Sean shifting uneasily, Bromomir's shirt a scrunched ball in his hands.

"I've not been here all the time. It's... like being on the outside sometimes you know?"

Dom nods, even though he's not entirely sure he does know. "Yeah?"

"I feel like I've missed so much. You've all gotten to know each other, and I'm just here for little bits. I don't feel like everybody here knows me, really knows me, like you all know each other."

"You support Sheffield United" Dom smiles hopefully, although he can't hide the trace of contempt. To an extent, Sean was right, he wasn't as involved, but Dom didn't want him feeling left out. He didn't think anyone did.

Sean's steely expression didn't change, so Dom tried again.

"It's not like you missed much. I mean, Orlando is just hitting on everyone and anyone, Astin is almost as paranoid about helicopters as you now..."

"Orlando?"

Dom chuckles quietly and scans the room again for his missing things. "Yeah, you know what he's like. Proper man slut."

"Or not."

Now Dom is confused. "What? You've seen him Bean, he's the worst! Needs to take a cold shower."

Dom glances at Sean, expecting some expression of at least mild amusement from the older man. Instead he meets green eyes, glassy and hurt.

"Sean?"

He blinks and snaps his attention back to Dom. "Mmm?"

"Is there something else up? Want to talk?"

Sean swallows and looks... guilty?

"No, s'OK. Thanks, Dom." And he makes to leave, throwing the shirt into a corner and picking up a couple of bits from the surface next to him.

As he goes to pass Dom, the Manchurian catches his arm. "Sean, really..,"

Sean meets Dom's earnest gaze and something cracks. He takes a couple of almost gasping breaths and suddenly he's trying to fight back tears.

"Sean, talk to me."

"You know what Orlando's like. All hugs, and kisses and affection," another gulp of air, "and, I-I, I suppose I just read into things a little too far,"

"What are you saying?"

"Earlier, on set, he kissed me. Y'know, all just friendly. But it felt so, I felt so... so I found him a while ago and I just, I don't know-" Sean stumbles for words and the tears finally spill down his slightly flushed cheeks.

Dom just wraps his arms around the man in front of him and holds him. "It's OK. Heeey, shhhh..."

Sean's tears are only dramatic because Dom has never seen him like this. He's still strong, manly man Bean. But he's still only human.

"I've never said to anyone, but I know how you feel." Dom's words are quiet, but enough for Sean to look at him with surprise that boarders on shock.

"Orlan-"

"Elijah," he says gently. "From the beginning."

"You've not spo-"

"No." a rueful shake of the head.

"Are you goin-"

This question is cut off by lips pressed firmly against his... keen and warm and gratifying. Sean responds readily, mouth and tongue, and his arms are already snaking tighter around Dom. But then Dom pulls back, refusing to look at Sean's face.

"Fuck." Sean exhales and opens his mouth to speak like he wants to explain what just happened.

Dom still hasn't looked up when he turns and heads towards the door of the trailer.

"Dom? Are you...?" Sean voice conveys worry, bewilderment, and a hint of need.

Dom kicks the door shut and flicks the lock before turning back to Sean. Now he looks him in the eye, a grin spreading across his face and a glint in his eye. 

"Come here." Dom's voice is unsteady and husky. Sean obliges, and mouths meet again, searing and moist and nervous but hot-blooded and willing. And hands are willing too, Dom's on Sean's exposed chest, Sean's on Dom's back, sliding down to his ass, a gentle squeeze, then pressure, hips, hardness, a soft moan. It's new and surreal for them both, but it's good, there's evidence enough of that as Dom's hand trails between the two bodies to the zipper on Sean's pants.

The friction of Dom's hand as he fumbles with the fly, the damn thing won't undo smoothly, tug, jagged zip, tug, jagged breathing. Seconds later, Dom gives Sean a reassuring smile as he frees his incredibly hard cock.

"Fuck" Sean breathes again, less tense now, more want, more need, more Dom, harder, why doesn't this feel wrong,

"Harder Dom"

Dom's lips are crushed back on his, tongue lapping, then swirling and pressing... every move in sync with his hand on Sean's cock. The friction, the movement, the urgency... Dom's other hand is back on Sean's chest, feather light fingertips teasing nipples, brushing across hot skin and Sean can't concentrate to keep his eyes open, let alone focused on those blue-grey eyes of Dominic's, eyes with a wicked gleam.

Dom is slowly stepping up the pace of his hand along Sean's shaft, twisting and brushing just the right spots as Sean, and his subject's breathing is getting more laboured and ragged by the minute, punctuated by a shaky groan or moan every so often. The younger man's mouth is licking and sucking along the crease of Sean's collarbone, breath exhaled through his nose tickling the sensitive skin. Sean can't take much more, but doesn't realise how little more in actual fact until he's coming and groaning and shuddering into Dom's hand and onto his t-shirt...

"Fuck."

Dominic wonders if Sean was thinking of Orlando as he came, but just chuckles quietly and allows Sean to envelope him in his arms and rest against him while he recovers some strength in his knees. A moment later Sean is about to return the favour when Dom catches his hand before it can undo the button on his jeans.

"No."

Sean looks confused, and hurt, and then embarrassed all at once.

Dom smiles, that gleam still in his eyes.

"No, it's OK Sean,"

He presses a gentle kiss to Sean's mouth before turning toward the door.

"I have a date with Elijah."

fin.