Tokowhà

Title: Tokowhà (= Maori for "Quartet")
Authors: AnimA & Nyssa
Rating: NC-17
Main Characters: Orlando Bloom, Sean Bean, Viggo Mortensen, Karl Urban
Pairings: Read on and find out ;-)
Disclr: Tr: This is pure fantasy. We don't know any of these gorgeous men personally or their actual sexual leanings and likings. It's all made up and we don't intend to offend anyone.

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TOKOWHÀ
by AnimA & Nyssa


Finally back in New Zealand. Only now as Sean returned to this beauty spot he realised how much he had missed it. Just as much as his colleagues who he had set his heart on during all those months. He was wondering how it would be to see them again. Would it be different from how it was before? While he had returned to England after finishing his scenes for The Fellowship of the Ring, for everyone else the everyday life on the set had gone on and on. While he had been home with his daughters, with football and pubs, his former colleagues had still been caught in Middle-Earth and had grown together even tighter, had deepened their friendships. And now he was to reintegrate himself. And work on flashback scenes of Boromir for The Two Towers. He couldn’t really say which would be easier, or more difficult.

A little worn out from the exhausted flight, Sean entered the bar. Here, they had been hanging out together almost every evening. The pack had never been here all at once, but a few of them had always found their ways to the cozy, small location. Viggo and Ian in order to play a game of chess at one at the quiet, niched tables. Elijah, Billy and Dominic to revel. Orlando, Craig and Liv to gossip and to talk shop about the newest trends.

Orlando...

Sean’s stomach clenched as his thoughts drifted to the young Englishman. Orlando was actually the only one Sean wasn’t really looking forward to seeing. He had missed the lively lad very much, but to meet him again, to share a make-up trailer with him and work together with him day by day caused him headaches. Since the very first day they had met, they always had gotten along very well. They had joked around a lot, played tricks on one another, even talked about serious issues when the situation demanded it. And one day something had happened. Something Sean should have seen coming. Something he should have put the kibosh on in the first place. But he had not seen it coming, and he had not put the kibosh on, and when he had woken up the next morning and found a deeply asleep and naked Orlando in his bed, tightly snuggled against his back, it had been too late.

The incident wouldn’t have been so tragical if Orlando hadn’t invested more feelings than Sean was able to return. Sean had tried to very gently break to the boy that this one night didn’t mean anything, but Orlando didn’t seem to understand. Maybe he just didn’t want to understand. Orlando didn’t try to force himself on Sean, but everytime their gazes met, Sean could see the hope in those pretty brown eyes. What had started out as a promising, wonderful friendship had turned into an awkward, complicated situation between them, and everything only because of a single, short-lived get-together which Orlando wanted to see more in than Sean was willing to give. But it was a pretty long time ago and they had neither seen nor spoken to one another for many months. Perhaps it was all water under the bridge now and Sean’s concerns were all to no purpose. It wasn’t even absurd to think that a young, psyched man like Orlando threw passing fancies such as this one over board and had a crush on a new “victim” in no time. Well, Sean would find out about that soon enough...

He was surprised that the pub was more or less deserted. Apparently none of his colleagues was present, although it was pretty late. Thinking that PJ probably forced some overtime on everyone, Sean took a seat at the bar and ordered some beer. He hoped that at least a few of his friends would come here tonight, and if it was only Fabienne, the lovely lady who day by day and with the help of make-up and a wig had transformed him into Boromir during the time of the shoots for The Fellowship. He had booked a flight one day earlier than originally planned and wanted to surprise his old mates right here, but if noone was going to be here tonight, the whole effort was for nothing.

Thirty minutes later, still nobody he knew had arrived. But a young, interesting looking man had entered the pub and stepped right next to Sean to order a drink at the bar. Without really realizing what he was doing, Sean looked him over from the side. It was pretty dark and dim, the room was illuminated by soft, reddish light, but Sean could see enough to find that there was something very charismatic about this man.

“Is there anything sticking on my face or what?” the man asked all of a sudden and turned his head in order to fully look at Sean. He didn’t seem to be upset that Sean had been staring at him. A friendly smile curved up his full lips and his big eyes sparkled amusedly.

“Excuse me”, Sean said and returned the open smile. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”

The smile on the young man’s face grew wider. “You could make up by inviting me to this drink here”, he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes and provokingly raised one of his dark brows.

“Okay”, Sean agreed and watched a little skeptically how the man eyed him up with a scrutinising gaze and then, when their eyes met again, gave him another really beautiful smile. Could it be that this guy was actually flirting with him?

Not bad, that was quick, Karl thought as the man who was sitting right next to him at the bar willingly agreed to pay his drink. Maybe he wasn’t really the embodiment of the absolute and ideal beauty, but Karl found him pleasing. Tall, blond, well-groomed, well-dressed, striking and masculine chisseled features, some years his senior... Yes, that was pretty much the kind of man Karl would describe as desirable. With his most beautiful smile he lowered himself onto the stool right next to Sean’s.

“Where are you from?“ Karl asked then, aluding to the accent of the other man. A little bit of small talk wouldn’t hurt. If he went like a bull at a gate he would maybe just scare this guy away.

“Europe”, the blond replied monosyllabically but not unfriendly. "England.“

"And what exactly drives you to New Zealand, if I may ask?“ Karl wanted to know and stuck a cigarette into the corner of his mouth. While he waited for an answer, he felt around in the pockets of his shirt but didn’t find what he was looking for. Before he could extend his search to the pockets of his trousers, the older man held a lighter in front of his face and flipped it on.

“Well, this and that”, Sean said casually while Karl leaned forward and guided the end of his cigarette into the offered flame.

“Thanks”, the dark-haired man said curtly as he straightened up again and then inhaled a deep drag. “Want one, too?” he asked and held the open packet towards Sean.

Sean nodded his thanks and pulled one cigarette out of the offered packet while he observed how the younger man exhaled the smoke slowly and obviously with lots of pleasure. Gray-blue fume leisurely welled out between sensual lips, exhaled from nostrils in a somehow obscene way. Sean felt his pulse quicken… Only when the tip of a rosy tongue slipped between those erotic lips to moisten them Sean tore away his gaze, hastily lit his cigarette and sucked a pretty huge drag into his lungs in order to calm himself down again.

“And do you have a name, stranger from Europe?“ the young man asked teasingly and smiled in a strange way. No, in fact it wasn’t really strange... it was rather tantalising. Yes, tantalising, dead-on. And this seductive smile and also these eyes that looked him over most lecherously caused Sean to do something he had never done before in a situation like this.

“My name is Ethan”, Sean lied. This guy didn’t seem to know who Sean really was, and there was no need to tell him. Sean was pretty sure that this young man had very nasty intentions and did not only seek a conversation partner in him. And the Brit wasn’t averse at all to this stranger, either. If Sean told him the truth, he would maybe ruin his chances to enjoy certain activities which he could only engage in when his identity wasn’t revealed. “And you?”

“Alex”, Karl lied. There was no need to tell this guy that he was Karl Urban. He doubted that PJ would be pleased if his eye caught raunchy headlines about his Éomer in the tabloids the next morning.

They chatted a little about general, unimportant topics, and with every other drink the gazes between them got longer, deeper and more intense. More explicit and inviting. Karl started to turn fidgety. Usually he scored much quicker when he had his sight on someone and didn’t engage in conversations of such length, and finally he was at the end of his tether. He decided to not do things by halves any longer but to take his chance. Either this Brit would take the bait, or he wouldn’t. Karl had nothing to lose. He didn’t know the man and probably would never again run into him after tonight. And it wasn’t exactly like Karl couldn’t pick up somebody else just at every damned corner.

“Excuse me, I’m off to the restrooms for a sec”, Karl said and rose from his stool. “Order another round, will you?” he added and slid the card of beverages which he had fingered at for the last minutes towards Sean.

“What do you wanna have?” Sean asked.

“The best cocktails this drinking hole has to offer are on page six. Just pick one for me.”

Sean nodded and then looked after the darkhaired man who made his way to the restrooms. When he was out of sight, Sean let his gaze once again glide through the bar. No sign of any of the others. Somewhat frustrated Sean leaned his elbow on the counter and rested his chin on his hand. His gaze fell onto the card that was lying directly in front of him. Strange, he thought, the card was looking exactly how it used to look all those months ago. But he couldn’t remember that there were cocktails to be found on page six. After all he had been here with the others so often that he still knew the whole range of drinks and also food by heart. Really strange. Curiously, he flipped the card open with his free hand. Page one, two, three, four,...

His eyes went wide as he opened page five and six and, abandoned to a strong impulse, he quickly closed the card with a snap. As inconspiciously as possible he looked around again, checking whether anyone had seen it and was now watching him, but everything was as before and nobody paid him too much attention. After a few minutes during which Sean had chewed on his lower lip and smoked another cigarette, he again turned to page six, more determined this time, and, swallowing hardly, picked up the small foil wrapper that had been lying hidden in the card. A little panicky he closed his fist around it – he marginally noted that on page six there were indeed no cocktails listed – with his other hand lifted his bottle of beer to his lips and drank a few hectic gulps. Then he breathed out heavily, gazed back onto his hand, opened his fist again...

The label wasn’t familiar to him, probably something from New Zealand. Somewhat nervously his fingers played with the wrapper while he stared at it undeterminedly. His heartbeats sped up as he felt the oily condom slide inside its encasement, and now his eye also caught the small writing underneath the label name... extra-moist and tearproof ... Good Lord...

This was insane, Sean thought and drank another sip. Just insane. But why not… That guy obviously needed it really badly, and if Sean was honest to himself, he needed it, too. So, why not? He had never before had a fling in the restrooms of a bar, let alone with a bloody sexy but also very masculine looking guy – he normally was drawn towards the more delicate type with fine features and slender build – but there was a first time for everything, right? And what did he have to lose? He didn’t even know this guy. If everything turned out to be a huge misunderstanding, the World wouldn’t perish from it.

Sean put down the bottle, slid from the stool and headed for the restrooms, slipping the condom wrapper into the pocket of his trousers very discreetly.

If he had hesitated for just one more minute, he would have bumped into two of his friends who entered the pub the same second the door to the restrooms shut behind Sean.