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Title: "Temporary Monogamy" (26/27)
Author: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean (Harry Sinclair/Karl Urban)
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Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-Two | Part Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven (and Epilogue) |





It's your life. If you don't live it, who will?

The words – spoken by Harry so long ago, or so it seemed – echoed in Orlando's head all throughout the long night of contemplation and, yes, brooding, thank you, Miranda (and for giving him yet another word he knew he'd always associate with his time in New Zealand). Maybe Harry really was right. Maybe things really were just that simple. Maybe Orlando wasn't getting ready to walk up to Sean's door and knock and make a complete and utter ass of himself for the third time in less than a month. Which had to be a record, by the way. If anyone was keeping score, that was. Orlando sincerely hoped not.

He still couldn't believe he'd been that naïve about his own feelings. How the hell could he trust himself when he'd missed all of the basic signs that he was in love – in love, ferfuckssake – and had to have Karl, of all people (because, honestly, the irony that Sean's ex-lover had pushed him towards his epiphany was just too much to contemplate), point it out to him? Sean would have to be completely off his nutter to want to get mixed up with a man like him.

But, if he didn't at least try, Karl probably would sit on him or, worse yet, tell Viggo about it.

He banged on Sean's door for a solid two minutes before a bleary-eyed, shirtless Sean opened it. His pajama pants rode so low around his hips that Orlando was surprised they weren't falling down around his ankles. His hair was all spiked and crazed, his face was lined from his bedsheets, and his cheeks and chin were covered in stubble.

Orlando couldn't stop staring. Sean was the most beautiful man Orlando had ever seen.

How the fuck could he have been so blind for so long?

"Why didn't you use your key?" Sean asked on a yawn, using the doorjamb as a prop to hold himself up. He still looked mostly asleep.

"Umm..." Everything Orlando'd planned to say evaporated like mist. He didn't think anyone would blame him for being incoherent when all he wanted to do was trace each and every inch of Sean's very naked chest with his lips and tongue. A sight like this should give him a free pass on the whole speaking thing, right?

Sean scratched at his chin when he yawned again, then turned. "Didn't know we had a call today."

"Um…"

"No matter, I'll just put the kettle on..."

"No. Sean, wait." Lethargy broken, Orlando lunged out, caught Sean's arm. He had an awful premonition that if Sean went inside, things would go back the way they were and he'd never be able to say anything. "Stop."

Sean rubbed sleep out of his eyes, blinked. His eyes were the sort of green that Orlando associated with springtime and renewal. "Alright. I'm stopped."

There was no way Orlando could do this. He looked at Sean, the words lodged in his throat, and just froze. He couldn't. What if he ruined their friendship? What if he lost everything he already had? What if Sean really didn't look at him like that, and here Orlando was, getting ready to stick his foot in it, to pour his heart out at Sean's feet and offer himself, a little flawed and full of good intentions, but not much else? What the hell could he hope to give Sean in return for everything that Sean meant to him?

But if Orlando didn't try...

"I'm in love with you."

Sean's spine snapped to attention as he straightened. He no longer looked tired. Instead, he looked far too awake. "I'm...I'm sorry, did you...?"

"I'm in love with you," Orlando repeated, stronger this time. An oddly profound sense of relief swept through him at finally stating the words out loud. He could do this. Even if Sean rejected him, he could rest easy, knowing they had complete honesty between them. "I think I've been in love with you from the first, and it's alright if you don't feel the same, I mean, I know I've been a cock up about the whole –"

His words were abruptly cut off by the press of Sean's lips against his. He blinked into the kiss, his heart stuttering, then hammering in his chest as the kiss deepened, Sean's lips sliding over his own, possessive and hard. It was just as mind-blowing as the last time.

Orlando was still gasping for breath when Sean pulled back.

"Fucking hell, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that," Sean said. His voice was a rough, low tangle of too many emotions for Orlando to name.

"You...you have?" Time seemed to stand completely still as he waited for Sean's answer.

"Aye." Gentle fingers rubbed over Orlando's mohawk, then down his cheek. "Think I fell for you the very first time I saw you."

Orlando could just feel himself blushing to the tips of his toes at the admission. "You did?"

"I did," Sean smiled, and leaned in for another kiss, this one soft, gentle, giving a promise that Orlando was eager for Sean to keep.

Orlando kept his eyes closed when he leaned back, still seeking the taste of Sean on his tongue. He couldn't believe he'd almost screwed up his chance at getting Sean's lips on a full-time basis. "I'm sorry I was so –"

"Doesn't matter," Sean interrupted, thumb still rubbing over Orlando's chin, the gesture innately possessive. "We're here now. That's the important thing."

"This isn't..." Orlando collected his thoughts, slid his palm over the heated skin of Sean's chest. He couldn't wait to continue exploring. But first, he had to make sure Sean knew that this wasn't just some silly whim or crush or what have you, something easily felt and easily forgotten. "I'm in this for the long haul. Thought I might warn you up front."

Sean frowned again. "We don't have to..."

"No, we do. This is important." Orlando put his head over Sean's heart, felt the steady beat beneath his fingers. He knew his own heartbeat matched it. "This isn't about any of Viggo's dodgy talk on finding someone for the shoot. I want to be with you for the shoot. I want to be with you after the shoot's over. I want to be with you when we both get other jobs and are apart and have to live with short visits and shorter phone calls. When we're between jobs and get to be all crazy domestic and spend far too much time living in each other's pockets. I want everything - the whole package."

Sean's brows furrowed again, but Orlando leaned forward before he could reply, swallowed half-formed words with a hot, tangled kiss. Lost himself in honest need, in the way Sean responded, in the heat that the two of them created together. Now that he was finally here, he didn't intend to waste any more time playing games.

"Point taken," Sean breathed, when they both parted. Then he reached up and fiddled with the skin just behind Orlando's ear. "You've, um, got a bit of..."

"Typical," Orlando grimaced, over Sean's smile of apology. Figured that the most important moment of his life would be punctuated by Elf glue.

"Can I...can I ask what brought you here?"

"Would you believe it was Karl?"

"Aye, I would," Sean chuckled, and shook his head. "Shoulda known he'd have an ace up his sleeve if I didn't move fast enough to suit him."

"Wait, you two..." Then Orlando stopped. "Never mind, actually. I have no problems believing you two talked about this."

"In his own way, he loves both of us." Sean's fingers toyed with the small hairs at the back of Orlando's neck. Orlando shivered into the contact. "Think he knew we'd both brood about it forever and not act if given half a chance."

"I know," Orlando murmured, and slid his lips over Sean's again. He thought he might get sick of doing this in the next century or two.

"I, um, I don't want to presume, but –" Sean stopped to give Orlando another kiss than quickly turned into several.

"If that's your way of inviting me in, the answer is hell yes," Orlando finally said, when he thought he could speak through the haze of need, and started pushing at Sean to get him in the door and up the stairs.

The sheets on the bed were still a messy tangle. A glass half-full of water was on the nightstand, along with the next day's sides and what looked like a partially eaten protein bar, still in the wrapper. Muted sunlight shone through gauzy curtains. The room was cozy, familiar, but it was like Orlando was truly seeing it for the first time.

He turned, some remark or pseudo-witty saying at the ready...and completely forgot everything he'd meant to say when Sean stepped forward and started to pull at Orlando's t-shirt. "I've had so many dreams about this," Sean said, the words a low hum in Orlando's ear.

"Me too," he whispered, lips parting in a soft 'o' of surprise when Sean dropped to his knees to get at the zipper of his jeans. He lifted his hands, not surprised to see that they were shaking, rested them on Sean's shoulders, and did his best to not panic as Sean finished undressing him.

"Christ, yer a sight," Sean breathed, coming back to his feet in one smooth motion. Orlando shivered, clenched his hands into fists to keep from trying to cover himself. He felt vulnerable, naked, young. But he also knew, without a doubt, that there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

Sean slowly circled him, touching him only with his eyes, his gaze so intimate that Orlando's breath caught in his throat. He wasn't worthy of this, of the worship and love he saw reflected back at him. But he'd get there. If it took him the rest of his life, he would prove to himself – to the both of them – that Sean's faith in him wasn't misplaced.

"I feel, uh, a little like there should be some sort of, y'know, chica bow music," he said, with a small, high-pitched laugh.

Sean's answering chuckle did nothing to ease Orlando's nerves. "Somehow I don't see you making it as a stripper."

"Well, no, I'm – oi, wait a minute." Orlando put his fists to his hips. "Are you insulting my dancing?"

"No," Sean promptly replied, and stepped back into Orlando's space, running feather-light fingers along Orlando's ribs. "Just your coordination."

"I've got great coordination."

"Good." Then Sean winked at him. "Prove it."

Orlando opened his mouth, indignant reply on his lips, then just as abruptly closed it. "You were bamming me on purpose," he accused.

Sean shrugged, unapologetic. "You were looking a little green around the gills. It's just sex."

"I know that," Orlando huffed out in an exasperated breath. "I mean, I know that, it's just, it's sex with you, now, isn't it, and here we both are, and I'm, well, naked, and you're so fucking perfect, and what if I get it wrong?"

Sean framed Orlando's face with gentle hands. They were so close that Orlando could see gold flecks in Sean's eyes. "I don't know how plain I can be, Orlando," Sean said, each word a pledge across Orlando's lips. "I love every single thing about you, including your imperfections. Especially your imperfections."

Orlando's throat worked, and he nodded, the motion small. "Okay."

Sean's lips were light on his. "We'll figure everything else out together."

Together. Fuck, but Orlando liked the sound of that. "Okay," he repeated, clearer, and rubbed his lips across Sean's as his hands ran down Sean's sides to the waistband of his pajama pants.

They fell to the bed, naked and greedy for each other. Orlando couldn't stop touching Sean, gliding his hands along every bit of exposed skin he could reach. He couldn't believe how different this felt than everything he'd done with Jerry. All of which had been mind-blowing and fantastic, really, and he was so grateful that he'd had someone like Jerry to show him the ropes on the whole bloke on bloke thing, but now? With Sean's harsh groans in his ears and muscled body beneath his fingers and the knowledge that Sean was in this for the long haul, too?

There just wasn't any comparison.

He nuzzled the wiry curls that framed Sean's cock, breathed in the sharp scent of sex, the darker scent of Sean underneath. "Been dreaming about this," he murmured, and slid a delicate tongue along the length.

"Oh fuck..." Sean clutched at Orlando's shoulders as Orlando wrapped his lips around the head, fully tasted Sean for the first time. He moved, going slow, feeling clumsy and inadequate, but trusting that Sean would guide him to what he liked best. He wanted to learn everything there was to know, wanted to learn what made Sean moan, what made him shiver in need, what made him lose control. He wanted to be inside Sean, wanted to sink himself deep inside Sean's body and lose himself for a year or two, wanted Sean inside him, claiming him in the most elemental way possible.

When Sean finally urged him up and reached for the small bottle of lube on the nightstand, asking permission with his eyes, Orlando was more than ready. He wanted this final step with an intensity that would have scared him if he wasn't sure that Sean wanted it just as much.

Wordlessly, he spread his legs, pulled Sean to him, traded slow, soft kisses as Sean eased one finger, then two, inside him. Offered himself, nails digging into the small of Sean's back as he hissed out a moan of pleasure when Sean brushed against his prostate. His skin burned everywhere Sean touched him, every nerve aflame with need.

"Please..." he whispered, trusting that Sean would hear him.

"I've got you...shh...it's alright, love." Sean raised Orlando's arms over his head, threaded their fingers together in a tight grip. Orlando could feel the hammer of Sean's heart against his own as Sean started to push inside him, filling him inch by inch. When Sean was fully seated, Orlando's legs wrapped tight around him to hold him in place, he stopped. Their eyes met. Held.

In unison, they both started to laugh, the sound a joyful, relieved reverberation that bound them even closer together.

"Yeah?" Sean asked, still smiling as he started to slowly move, hips barely rocking forward.

"Fuck yes," Orlando answered, certain his grin had to rival entire constellations for brilliance, then lost the power of speech altogether when Sean started to thrust in earnest.

Karl had been right all those months ago. Love made all the difference.

***

When Orlando finally flopped, face first, on the pillows, boneless and sated and pleasantly sore in all the right places, the sun was beginning its descent onto the horizon. There were definitely worse ways of spending one's day off than in bed having fucking first-rate fantastic sex. Especially when said sex involved a man as inventive as Sean.

"You really weren't kidding about the god with your tongue thing," he said, the words muffled as he turned his head to the side to study Sean's profile.

"I would never joke about something as important as my tongue," Sean solemnly replied, then ruined the effect by winking.

"I expect Karl's going to be smug about the whole thing."

"Dunno about smug, but he has been trying to foist me off on you for months now," Sean grinned, running light fingers along Orlando's still sweat-slick spine.

"He has been rather Cupid-esque about the entire thing," Orlando agreed, arching into the touch like a satisfied cat.

"And here I was thinking he only wore the wings for show," Sean murmured, lowering his head to follow the same path his fingers were taking, each kiss feather-light. Orlando thought it was a damn good thing he didn't know how to purr, otherwise he'd be liable to embarrass himself.

His eyes fluttered, then closed, as his body stirred back to life. "Did you ever, y'know, get him to model them for you?"

"Never asked."

"Prime missed opportunity there, mate."

Sean chuckled, the sound a low hum that sent more shivers down Orlando's back. "Trust me, if you'd ever seen Karl naked and ready to go, covering him with anything other than your own body would have been the farthest thing from your mind."

"Good point," Orlando conceded, then groaned when Sean's teeth scraped along the back of his neck. "Although I'm...um...just as glad things, y'know, uh, worked out the way they did."

Sean wrapped a strong, loving arm around him, and placed a soft kiss between Orlando's shoulder blades. "So am I, love," he whispered, turning the words into their first secret. "So am I."


(To Be Concluded)

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Date: 2009-03-07 05:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weepingnaiad.livejournal.com
That was perfect! Just perfect! Wonderful that they're finally there!

Lovely!
*hugs*
WN

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thanks, hon!!! Glad it was worth the wait. *g*

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Date: 2009-03-07 05:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackieville.livejournal.com
*squeeees with delight* I LOVE THEM!!!!

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
They are the cutest. *g*

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Date: 2009-03-07 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alex-quine.livejournal.com
Yay! *sound of fireworks exploding overhead* So glad that he finally got up the nerve to pound on the door one more time...mind you, I suspect Karl was hidden in the shrubbery with a cattle prod just in case.

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
*laughs* Nah, I think Karl was too busy with his own fireworks with Harry, but it's a funny thought.

At any rate, glad this part lived up to your expectations. :)

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Date: 2009-03-07 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dienw.livejournal.com
Absolutely perfect!!!! *happy sigh*

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yaye, thank you, baby!!!

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Date: 2009-03-07 06:44 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] galor5.livejournal.com
They are truly perfect for one another.

I'm so happy Orlando showed up on Sean's doorstep and said what needed to be said. :D

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I was very proud of him for making the first move.

And yeah, they truly are so perfect for each other. \o/

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Date: 2009-03-07 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com
If anyone was keeping score, that was. Orlando sincerely hoped not.

Well, no. Not really. Okay, I did. But only because every time you fuck up, Orlando, there’s always some kissing or something involved. Can you blame me?

He banged on Sean's door for a solid two minutes before a bleary-eyed, shirtless Sean opened it. His pajama pants rode so low around his hips that Orlando was surprised they weren't falling down around his ankles. His hair was all spiked and crazed, his face was lined from his bedsheets, and his cheeks and chin were covered in stubble.

So, there is no sex yet, not even touching and I am already this close to a heart attack. Because Jesus, low riding pajama bottoms as the sole piece of clothing on Sean? Gnh.


"Why didn't you use your key?" Sean asked on a yawn, using the doorjamb as a prop to hold himself up. He still looked mostly asleep.

I know I should probably be focusing on Orlando’s nearly crisis here but God, I adore this image of Sean so very much that I can’t concentrate on anything else.


Sean rubbed sleep out of his eyes, blinked. His eyes were the sort of green that Orlando associated with springtime and renewal. "Alright. I'm stopped."

Heh, I love how Sean phrased that. Stopped by Orlando indeed. And so much with the YES regarding the description of Sean’s eyes – that is so exactly what I’m thinking that it’s kinda amazing.

What the hell could he hope to give Sean in return for everything that Sean meant to him?

I think this is my favourite sentence of this chapter. Or well, one of them anyway, kinda hard to choose. I really really adore how you phrased this, that this is about the way Sean makes Orlando feel – even if Sean shouldn’t reciprocate the whole love thing – it is about the love that Sean makes Orlando feel without even meaning to do anything. That Orlando is aware of it, that he is maybe even a bit intimidated by the force of his reaction is so very in character and I love him so much for this. Because this really is what love should sound like (I knew Orlando would be awesome like that :)).

Sean's spine snapped to attention as he straightened. He no longer looked tired. Instead, he looked far too awake. "I'm...I'm sorry, did you...?"

Heh, I adore how British this sounds. Ever so polite, Seanie :).

His words were abruptly cut off by the press of Sean's lips against his. He blinked into the kiss, his heart stuttering, then hammering in his chest as the kiss deepened, Sean's lips sliding over his own, possessive and hard. It was just as mind-blowing as the last time.

Ohohohohoh, this is so very much – oh yesss. Mindblowing indeed. And oh my God, all the little touches that follow? Break my heart in a thousand good ways because they feel so damn right.

Orlando kept his eyes closed when he leaned back, still seeking the taste of Sean on his tongue. He couldn't believe he'd almost screwed up his chance at getting Sean's lips on a full-time basis. "I'm sorry I was so –"
"Doesn't matter," Sean interrupted, thumb still rubbing over Orlando's chin, the gesture innately possessive. "We're here now. That's the important thing."


Indeed it is. And I can’t tell you how wonderful all the little things in this bit are again. The fact that Orlando keeps his eyes closed (because adding another sense to the mix might just be too much, right ;)), that his contemplations about Sean’s lips are so in character almost tongue in cheek, and that Sean is so very, very sure about this all. *happy sigh*

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Date: 2009-03-07 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com
"I'm in this for the long haul. Thought I might warn you up front."
Sean frowned again. "We don't have to..."
"No, we do. This is important."


I kinda adore you for this. Because this is so about this balance between them – Sean might be the more experienced one here (and in the following) and he might be surer in his moves (or at least seem so) but Orlando knows exactly what he wants and what he wants them to be as well. This is such a wonderful glimpse into their future as a couple as well, I wanna draw hearts all around it. – And ELF GLUE in the following bit :D!!!

"I, um, I don't want to presume, but –" Sean stopped to give Orlando another kiss than quickly turned into several.

God, I just love that man to bits and pieces. Can he be any sweeter g*?

The sheets on the bed were still a messy tangle. A glass half-full of water was on the nightstand, along with the next day's sides and what looked like a partially eaten protein bar, still in the wrapper. Muted sunlight shone through gauzy curtains.

I am such a sucker for the atmospheric details and this is so perfect, so Sean and so very much the right setup for what’s gonna follow (esp. the protein bar probably :)).

"I've had so many dreams about this," Sean said, the words a low hum in Orlando's ear.

Excuse me while I fetch my oxygen tank in order to survive this *hyperventilates*


"Christ, yer a sight," Sean breathed, coming back to his feet in one smooth motion. Orlando shivered, clenched his hands into fists to keep from trying to cover himself. He felt vulnerable, naked, young. But he also knew, without a doubt, that there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

You mentioned before that this was about the hm, imperfectness (for the lack of a better word on my side) of first times but this still strikes me as so very realistic and so very right – and yes, maybe it makes it even better than the most in sync lovemaking. I think I particularly like the bit about Orlando’s impulse of wanting to cover himself. God. Yes.

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
This is such a wonderful glimpse into their future as a couple as well, I wanna draw hearts all around it. – And ELF GLUE in the following bit :D!!!

Orlando was pretty forceful on this part, so I'm glad it rang true. And that the Elf glue didn't pull you out of the scene.

You mentioned before that this was about the hm, imperfectness (for the lack of a better word on my side) of first times but this still strikes me as so very realistic and so very right – and yes, maybe it makes it even better than the most in sync lovemaking.

Well, it's about the contrast between them getting to know each other & how Harry & Karl rediscovered each other. Not imperfect so much as that first-time discovery.

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Date: 2009-03-07 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com
"No," Sean promptly replied, and stepped back into Orlando's space, running feather-light fingers along Orlando's ribs. "Just your coordination."
"I've got great coordination."
"Good." Then Sean winked at him. "Prove it."
Orlando opened his mouth, indignant reply on his lips, then just as abruptly closed it. "You were bamming me on purpose," he accused.
Sean shrugged, unapologetic. "You were looking a little green around the gills. It's just sex."


I’m really sorry that I am quoting your entire fic back at you but there you go. This bit? All kinds of right. I love that you included the well documented clumsiness and how very spot on Orlando’s voice sounded here. But I think I love Sean’s last sentence even more because yeah, it is just sex. – Even if they both know that yeah, love does make all the difference.

”I'm, well, naked, and you're so fucking perfect”

See, another of those things I want iconised. I really need to start making a list.

And omg, blowjob. I should be more mature and all eloquent about this, I know. But I kinda forgot the concept of proper language right now. So I just show my appreciation by drooling a lot, yes?

He moved, going slow, feeling clumsy and inadequate, but trusting that Sean would guide him to what he liked best. He wanted to learn everything there was to know, wanted to learn what made Sean moan, what made him shiver in need, what made him lose control. He wanted to be inside Sean, wanted to sink himself deep inside Sean's body and lose himself for a year or two, wanted Sean inside him, claiming him in the most elemental way possible.

I love the balance of this entire bit. Orlando’s insecurity as well as his knowledge that this will work. The back and forth in receiving and giving pleasure. The detailed hints and the vagueness. God, this is so good.


In unison, they both started to laugh, the sound a joyful, relieved reverberation that bound them even closer together.
"Yeah?" Sean asked, still smiling as he started to slowly move, hips barely rocking forward.


DEAD. I mean it.

"You really weren't kidding about the god with your tongue thing," he said, the words muffled as he turned his head to the side to study Sean's profile.

I really adore the thought of Orlando being too fucked out to even move into a better position for this conversation :).

Brenda, this is golden. I don’t know what to say. Just. God. Yes.

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
All kinds of right. I love that you included the well documented clumsiness and how very spot on Orlando’s voice sounded here. But I think I love Sean’s last sentence even more because yeah, it is just sex. – Even if they both know that yeah, love does make all the difference.

Exactly. Love may be all that, but it's still just sex. Best to relax. *g*

And omg, blowjob. I should be more mature and all eloquent about this, I know. But I kinda forgot the concept of proper language right now. So I just show my appreciation by drooling a lot, yes?


I'm okay with that. *g*

I really adore the thought of Orlando being too fucked out to even move into a better position for this conversation :).

Dude, I know I wouldn't be able to move after a day in bed with Sean.

Brenda, this is golden. I don’t know what to say. Just. God. Yes.

You've given me MORE than enough, baby. You have no idea.

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Well, no. Not really. Okay, I did. But only because every time you fuck up, Orlando, there’s always some kissing or something involved. Can you blame me?

Huh, I never thought about it like that. In that case, Orlando, please to be screwing up lots more, thx. *g*

Because Jesus, low riding pajama bottoms as the sole piece of clothing on Sean? Gnh.

That's the general idea, yes.

I know I should probably be focusing on Orlando’s nearly crisis here but God, I adore this image of Sean so very much that I can’t concentrate on anything else.

You are very adorable in your OTP-ness. And by OTP, I mean you & Sean's hips. *g*

And so much with the YES regarding the description of Sean’s eyes – that is so exactly what I’m thinking that it’s kinda amazing.

Soul sistahs, baby.

I really really adore how you phrased this, that this is about the way Sean makes Orlando feel – even if Sean shouldn’t reciprocate the whole love thing – it is about the love that Sean makes Orlando feel without even meaning to do anything.

*beams* What I love is that it says how much Orlando's grown in NZ & that he truly gets now what love IS.

And oh my God, all the little touches that follow? Break my heart in a thousand good ways because they feel so damn right.

Exactly. Because now that Sean has Orlando, he can't stop TOUCHING him. So hot. *g*

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Date: 2009-03-07 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ireth06.livejournal.com
YEESSSSS! Finally... *g*

That was just wonderful!
Thanks for sharing!
*hugs*

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yaye, glad it lived up to your expectations!!!

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Date: 2009-03-07 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bean4me.livejournal.com
I can't remember now if I've ever commented on this fic before because I'm still trying to pic myself up off the floor. I'm not good with words and Afra_Shatz said it so eloquently, but I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH.
Thank you so much for writing this. The whole LOTR "atmosphere" and all the guys really,,,it couldn't be any better. I'm really sorry though that there is only one more chapter. Is there any chance of continuing this AU????

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
No plans to go any further, but I'm glad you've enjoyed this ride & thanks for commenting!! It's nice to know people are reading & getting into my grand love letter to New Zealand & the guys. *g*

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Date: 2009-03-07 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spazzer-mctwich.livejournal.com
finally!!! poor Sean getting woken up at an insane hour for awesome sex ;)

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yeah, I really feel for him. Truly. *g*

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Date: 2009-03-07 11:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doylebaby.livejournal.com
At last! *deep happy sigh*

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I know, right, I wanted to send up a heavenly chorus to serenade them. *g*

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Date: 2009-03-08 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amygirl.livejournal.com
*sighs happily*

Gorgeous...so gorgeous and WELL, WELL worth the wait. (in fact probably so much sweeter because of it)

*squishes*

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
See, I told you that you wouldn't be disappointed. ;)

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Date: 2009-03-08 09:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peersrogue.livejournal.com
Finally they get topgether. Great chapter love a happy ending. Well almost there - Thx

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thank you so much & so glad this part lived up to your expectations!!!!

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Date: 2009-03-08 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] giselleslash.livejournal.com
And hello to a perfect Sunday read...god, if this wasn't just as perfectly perfect as perfect could be I don't know what is :) Everything about it fits who they both are so well, the way they both handled the situation felt right in so many ways.

Plus I can now sing out FINALLY! in like my best Aretha voice, and yes, I'm totally wearing the inauguration hat because that little image doesn't get at all boring or overused.

*g*

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yeah, even with mind-blowing sex, they're still goofballs who have bizarre conversations. I heart them SO much! *g*

And the hat is a total must, yo. If any act of sex deserved the hat, it would be this one.

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Date: 2009-03-08 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mhum.livejournal.com
*Sigh* That was perfect - I just loved how when Orlando was trying to explain himself, Sean just knew what to do :)

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I think Sean was just impatient after finally getting what he wanted. *g* Not that I blame him, you understand.

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Date: 2009-03-09 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katiemoose.livejournal.com
So lovely! I'm very proud of Orlando for going to Sean and telling him he loved him. Wonderful update!

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I am VERY proud of my boy for taking the initiative. *hearts*

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Date: 2009-03-09 02:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rinakabu.livejournal.com
This chapter is perfect, just wonderful written!

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, so glad it lived up to expectations!!!

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Date: 2009-03-09 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krazykitten46.livejournal.com
*breathes a sigh of relief* Finally! Brooding is over with and the lovin' was sweet. Wish there could be more of it but with only one chapter? I guess the journey was the important bit not what comes after.

Loved the cupid comments. Wish I'd have known who he was back then because I would have taken more time to appreciate his part.

bon

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Exactly. It's all about the journey, not the destination. Besides, more would just be extraneous. *g*

Karl played Cupid and Caesar on Hercules & Xena. You probably didn't recognize him as Cupid because he dyed his hair blond for the part. :)

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Date: 2009-03-09 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vienna80er.livejournal.com
*squees and is goo*

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yaye, that's exactly the reaction I wanted!!!

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Date: 2009-03-10 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rifleman-s.livejournal.com
I can't believe this is Chapter 26 - where did the time go? !!

"Orlando put his head over Sean's heart, felt the steady beat beneath his fingers. He knew his own heartbeat matched it."

How wonderful they came together in such an easy way. Almost as if there was pure understanding between them . . .

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I know, it feels like I just started posting this & now we're at the end. :)

Glad you liked this part & that it lived up to expectations!

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Date: 2009-03-13 02:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elfladyjeanne.livejournal.com
"So am I, love," he whispered, turning the words into their first secret. "So am I."

This line just squeezed my heart and the whole chapter was lovely and perfect.

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Date: 2009-03-16 05:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!! So glad this part lived up to expectations. :)

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Date: 2009-03-27 07:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparkedbylore.livejournal.com
It's your life. If you don't live it, who will?
This will always be a marvelous line.

Maybe Orlando wasn't getting ready to walk up to Sean's door and knock and make a complete and utter ass of himself for the third time in less than a month.
One of the best months you've ever had then.

... or, worse yet, tell Viggo about it.
*snorfle* The dirty Ranger as ultimate threat.

A sight like this should give him a free pass on the whole speaking thing, right?
*gurgling* an assent to this.

He blinked into the kiss, his heart stuttering, then hammering in his chest as the kiss deepened, Sean's lips sliding over his own, possessive and hard.
Entirely too much talking going on.

... and did his best to not panic as Sean finished undressing him.
Too sweet. That's a dead on description.

Karl had been right all those months ago. Love made all the difference.
Yes. Romantic to the 12th power, but, okay, yes.

"I would never joke about something as important as my tongue," Sean solemnly replied, then ruined the effect by winking.
nothing to say really, just thinking ....

... turning the words into their first secret.
That phrase just sets one's mind on about 16 different paths.

Thank you.

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Date: 2009-04-04 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
This will always be a marvelous line.

Thanks. :) And they're good words to take to heart for everyone, I think.

Yes. Romantic to the 12th power, but, okay, yes.

I am a TOTAL romantic at heart. And I think these guys deserve it. *g*

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Date: 2009-06-10 06:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] january-snow.livejournal.com
When Orlando finally flopped, face first, on the pillows, boneless and sated and pleasantly sore in all the right places, the sun was beginning its descent onto the horizon. There were definitely worse ways of spending one's day off than in bed having fucking first-rate fantastic sex. Especially when said sex involved a man as inventive as Sean.

if that doesn't sum it up wonderfully!!! i'm insanely jealous, altough i'm not sure whether that's of Sean or Orlando. Or both maybe :)

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Date: 2009-06-10 07:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I'm definitely jealous of both. *g*

And, what, no love for Karl & Harry? ;)

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