The Worst Thing About Orlando Was...

Pairing: Orli/Bean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The worst thing about Orlando was the fact that he’s such a fucking tease.
Warning: PWP, Slight Fluff in the end, and perhaps light humour.
Beta-Reader: None.

The worst thing about Orlando was…

… the fact that he’s such a fucking tease.

It was really the ice cube that did him in - hook, line and sinker, as someone once put it. After all, who would have thought that Orli – *Orli* of all people - would have the capacity to be so creative?

The night started off normally enough. After work (it was incidentally Sean’s last day on the set of Rings), the cast gathered at Sean’s place to throw a farewell party especially for him.

‘*The party was nice*,’ Sean would think the day after, during his flight back to England as he sipped some champagne in First Class. ‘*It was nice. Fucking nice*,’ he would then murmur before closing his eyes, letting sleep take over him as a small smile plasoftsoftly upon his lips.

In any case, the drinks flowed freely and there was food aplenty. Then there were hugs and kisses too, and Sean received more of those than he would normally tolerate, all the while smiling and smiling until he felt that his entire face might collapse.

“How’s it going, Sean?” Orlando chirped into his ear, his warm breath making the fine hairs upon Sean’s temple stir.

“Nice. Very nice,” Sean repeated, the eternal grin still plastered upon his when all he wanted to do was to through every single one of them out of his *fucking* house. There was only so much adulation one can take after all, and to have close to forty people crammed into his apartment for five full hours, that’s pushing the natural limits of his sweet nature if truth be told. No, seriously.

Orlando made a face before flouncing off to molest Viggo. The latter flashed a quick smile of understanding before resigning himself to more hugs and kisses from the young man. Sean ran a hand over his face, struggling but not succeeding to hide a grin. ‘Better you than me, mate,’ Sean thought, emitting his first real chuckle of the night. Orlando was a lot of things, but being discreet was never one of his stronger traits.

Sean and Orlando had a thing going on for a while. You know – the stuff that took place behind close doors and all. A little bit of necking. A little bit of petting. They’ve even shagged a couple of times, but there was nothing serious really. They couldn’t stand each other most of the time. Sean found Orlando too annoying and too loud. To the latter, Sean was the proverbial bastard.

The sex was great though. Besides, there weren’t that fair many women on the set in New Zealand - just shit-loads of sheep (and they didn’t count), so Sean couldn’t really complain.

“How’s the party, Bean?”

It was Dominic this time. Okay. Smile, Bean. Smile.

“It’s nice,” he answered, gritting his teeth so hard that he thought all his teeth might crack.

***********

In the next hour however, Sean Mark Bean became a religious man. He acknowledged that there must have been a God somewhere and gave silent thanks to Him as one by one, the crowd slowly dispersed.

Viggo looked just as relieved as well, and Sean reckoned that if the man were to know the words, he’ll probably fall to his knees with the slightest sigh of gratitude and sing the Ave Maria in all the different languages that he knew. The man was as mad as a Hatter even when sober and Sean knew better than to let Viggo loose in Liv’s trailer when he’s drunk. Liv never appreciated finding most of her lipstick and eye shadow on Viggo’s face for some reason.

Still, there was a certain measure of sanity (no matter how transient) left in the American and finally, only Viggo was left standing at the door while Sean said his last goodbyes. With Viggo, Sean’s smiles were always genuine, and it was the same now as they enfolded each other in a great, crushing hug.

“It has been great working with you, Sean,” he said, his expression uncharacteristically grave for a moment before flashing his familiar grin and then turning to leave. “Have fun tonight, you hear? Don’t sleep too late though. You have to get up early tomorrow to catch your flight,” Viggo called over his shoulder as he walked away, his voice fading away as Sean watched him disappearing into the night…

*Eh?*

“What d’ya mean ‘have fun’? The party’s bloody over!” Sean hollered back into the inky darkness. He tilted his head to hear Viggo’s reply but the only answer he got was light laughter riding upon the wind along with a soft ‘You’ll see!’ before it all became quiet again.

It wasn’t the first time, but a voice invaded Sean’s mind, sending shivers down his spine. ‘*Viggo*’, Mr. Voice whispered, ‘*is a barking lunatic*’. It was a statement that Sean agreed with most of the time, but for tonight though, Sean was feeling charitable. Thus, he said nothing but gave a slight chuckle and then shook his head, closing the door behind him as he turned away from the door…

And then it was that ice cube that did him in. Not immediately, of course. Sean held immense pride in himself for many reasons, and thilitility to not let Little Sean take control over him was definitely one of them. Still, something in him gave a jolt as he spotted Orlando in his sheer, white T-Shirt, sitting cross-legged upon the living-room couch with a glass of water in his hand, methodically crunching on some ice.

“Hey. (*Crunch Crunch*) Where’d everybody go?” he asked, his face serious and his eyes sparkling with a look that was so typically *Orli*.

Sean raised an eyebrow and pretended to scowl.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, they left a few minutes ago. Where have you been?” he growled his reply as he made his way into the kitchen area, grabbing at random plates and glasses to put away into the sink.

“I went to get some ice for my water. (*Crunch Crunch*) It’s fucking hot tonight and (*Crunch*) you didn’t have the air-conditioner up the way I liked it,” Orlando complained, sliding off the couch with his drink in his hand to follow Sean into the kitchen, his bare feet padding lightly upon the floor.

“Quit bitching. If you hadn’t insisted on wearing that ridiculous jacket into the house, you wouldn’t have felt so hot,” he drawled, watching from a corner of his eye as Orlando hopped up on the table adjacent to the sink before he resumed savoring his ice cubes as soon as he had settled down comfortably… except Orli wasn’t crunching on the ice anymore. Not really.

He was tracing the outline of his lips with a small chip of ice, well aware of how it left behind a glistening trail in its wake, making his lips shine as they reflected the light.

*Tease.*

Sean ignored him as best as he could, busying himself with the dirty dishes. But Orli, being Orli, just couldn’t take the hint.

*Fucking tease.*

Round and round the ice went, melting against the heat of Orlando’s mouth. Another flicker of pink tongue swept out to deliberately lap at the moisture upon his flesh before those lips pursed slightly to suck delica upo upon the ice.

“Fucking *cock tease*!”

Orlando blinked owlishly and then smiled.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked airily, turning his nose up into the air. In two swift movements, Sean approached the young man, grasping those slim hips and dragged him off the table, all the time conscious of the way Orlando’s slender yet strong body slid against his. Water sloshed over the brim of the glass, wetting the front of Orli’s T-shirt, but none of them cared to pay it any attention.

“Cock tease,” Sean said in an accusatory tone as he pressed himself against Orlando, slowly grinding himself against the younger man before leaning forward to press his lips against the shell of Orlando’s ear.

“You wanted my attention, didn’t you?” he murmured, pausing for a moment to tug at an ear lobe with his teeth, reveling in the manner at which Orlando stiffened before going limp into his arms. “The whole night, you wanted me. Well, now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do to me?”

Orli said nothing, only pulled back just a fraction to smile. A smile. A secret smile. A lover’s smile. ‘*And that*,’ Sean thought through a haze of desire, ‘*was that*.’

They kissed with tongues as they had always done, heads slanting from one sides to another to devour each other’s lips in at every possible angle and hands roaming freely over the contours of their bodies.

They were a perfect fit despite the sharp contrast of Orlando’s lips, which were made cold from the ice, sliding and nibbling against Sean’s hot ones. So fucking perfect, especially when Orli warmed so sweetly beneath Sean’s caresses and arched into the curve of Sean’s palm that was cupping the young man’s crotch through the thin barrier of cloth.

“C’mon, Sean. Come *on*,” Orli murmured, moving restlessly against Sean’s hand. His eyes were dark and his gaze narrowed upon the tell-tale signs of Sean’s arousal in the depths of those green eyes.

“*Jesus, Orli*,” Sean breathed before lifting the young man back up onto the table and leaned forward to latch his lips upon a nipple, lapping at the pointed peak through Orli’s T-shirt and then attempting to suck the moisture out of the cloth.

The glass of water that was still in Orlando’s hand was conveniently forgotten and it fell unnoticed from the young man’s limp fingers as Sean fell upon him like a thirsty man stumbling upon an oasis.

Orlando made soft noises of appreciation before holding his silence – silence that was broken only by the intermittent sounds of his laboured breathing and the strange clicking sounds he made as he swallowed convulsively while Sean tongued his nipple through the cloth and then the other before sliding his lips back to the sensitive spot just below Orlando’s ear.

“I want you,” Sean rasped into Orli’s ear, his voice soft and thick with arousal.

“What? Now?” Orli said with a grin although his voice was made shaky with desire, gesturing vaguely at his wet clothing.

Without another word, Sean grabbed the collar of the soaked T-shirt with both hands, his fingers fisting into the material and eyes meeting and holding onto the young man’s gaze. Orli just stared back. He didn’t say another word.

“Now, Orli. I want you now,” Sean said breathily before tearing the flimsy material with his bare hands, exposing the lean expanse of Orlando’s chest to his heated gaze.

Orlando didn’t dare to breathe; afraid to make even the slightest of movements for fear of distracting Sean’s concentration as the older man seemed to study him with a critical eye, hiowinowing gaze seeming to assess every detail of his flesh, memorizing him. Worshipping him.

Without another word, Sean bent his head once more to lavish his attention upon Orlando’s nipples. It was truly amazing. Orlando’s nipples were extremely sensitive for a bloke and he seemed to enjoy the sensation of Sean’s tongue upon those tight nubs just like another woman. Yet, the hard ridge in Orli’s pants was a pleasant reminder of the young man’s sex as he writhed and undulated beneath Sean.

“Jesus, Sean,” he gritted out, his fingers clawing the smooth surface of the table before attempting to find leverage in Sean’s hair. It was a good thing that Sean still had loads of it then because Orli’s grip upon his hair was tight and desperate. Not that he minded, of course. There was after all something wonderful and extremely flattering about Orlando Bloom falling apart just because of Sean’s tongue.

And then Orlando was struggling to drag Sean onto the table with him, his slender fingers fisting into the fabric of the older man’s shirt and pulling desperately at them. When Sean refused to give up Orli’s nipple, the young man reared up and then leaned down in an attempt to undo the buttons on Sean’s shirt with his teeth while his hands struggled with Sean’s zipper.

‘*Fucking hell. The lad’s chewing me shirt off*,’ Sean thought hazily before alarm bells went off in his head when Orlando decided to attack Sean’s zipper with his teeth instead. Sean really didn’t think he could have the strength to drag himself out of bed the next day if Orli had his way with Sean tonight.

With great effort, he manhandled Orli’s face away from his crotch and proceeded to press the young man back onto the table. Orli opened his mouth to make his protest known, but a look from Sean silenced him.

In a heartbeat, Sean had Orli’s jeans pooling around his ankles. Gently, he took the length of Orlando’s cock into his hand and started to stroke – long, slow strokes that made Orli’s eyes flutter close and hips thrust upwards, trying to fuck Sean’s cupped hand.

Then lips replaced hand, accompanied by tongue, and later Sean’s hot mouth sucking upon the young man’s stiff cock, his throat working and clenchirounround the shaft, milking the young man dry.

“Fuck!” Orli gasped out, his breaths coming out in short puffs of breath before he fell silent and shuddered once, twice, before emitting one last cry and came right down Sean’s waiting throat.

Orli lay still upon the table with his eyes closed and breathed deeply, oblivious to the amused glances that the older man shot at him while he wiped at his mouth with a discarded napkin.

“Well, are you going to lie there or take a shower?” Sean teased, before setting out to clear up some of the mess they had made. Orli’s torn T-shirt that was lying forlornly upon the floor was promptly picked up and tossed into the garbage bag.

“Mmmmm,” Orli replied.

“Sorry about the T-shirt. I have some extra clothes that you could borrow if you want,” Sean continued, trying not to laugh.

“Mmmmmm?” said Orli. Fascinating really, how a man’s brains could turn to water in the light of a post orgasmic haze. In the mean time, Sean continued to putter around the kitchen while Orli rolled around for a bit on the table like a contented kitten before struggling into a vertical position.

“You didn’t,” Orli said, his voice accusatory and expression reproachful. Sean grinned back at the flushed and sleepy face.

“I can’t. You’re insatiable, Orlando, you know that. Besides, I really need to get up early tomorrow and I don’t think I have the strength for that tonight.”

Orlando rolled his eyes and deftly leapt off the table apparently after re-gaining some of his energy back. Really. The lad was going to be the death of him.

“Alright. Shower then,” Orli retorted, striding towards the older man, grabbed his arm and proceeded to drag him towards the direction of the bathroom, “and you are coming with me.”

“Orli, no! I told you, I need to get up early tomorrow!” Sean tried to reason.

But Orli must have known better because as it turned out, it was to be the best damned shower he’d ever had.

**********

The light filtered in through the drawn curtains, marking the start of a brand new morning… and Sean Bean was seething a bit, storming around the bedroom trying to get things in order in preparation for his flight.

Somehow, it’s all Orli’s fault really, from the hours they spent in the bathroom the night before, (Orli had incidentally found new places on Sean’s body to wash although Sean felt that it was totally unnecessary. Because, seriously, who bothers with shampooing their pubic hair anyway?) down to the fact that Orli was the worst bed mate he had ever spent the night with.

He darted another look at the young man’s direction, noting the covers that were draped around his slender body and the pillows he had managed to steal from under Sean’s head, contributing to the poor night’s rest the older man had the night before.

“You’re going to be late,” Orlando mumbled from under the blankets and shifted a bit in an attempt to get more comfortable before going back to sleep.

“Aren’t we observant today then?” Sean snarled, slamming his suitcase shut and then started to hunt for his passport.

“Don’t hate me just because I made you come three times last night,” Orlando said, yawning widely before snuggling deeper under the covers, his eyes fluttering close and his breath evening out.

Sean gave a reluctant smile, his tired cock twitching a little at the memory. It’s too bad that he didn’t have more time to spend with Orlando this morning. A quick shag could have taken his mind off the blasted flight he had to go through. It was common knowledge after all that Sean Bean didn’t like heights very much; a fact that a certain Orlando Bloom had gleefully reminded every single cast every single minute of every single day.

And then it was time to leave and Sean cast a wistful look over at Orli’s direction, catching the dark eyes that were slyly watching him from beneath the covers.

“I’ve left you a shirt. You can wear it so tyou you don’t have to go starkers when you leave the house later,” Sean said, coming to Orli’s side to sit upon the edge of the bed.

Orli nodded before popping his head from under the blankets to smile at Sean, allowing the older man to ruffle his hair.

“You won’t miss me too much, would you?” Sean asked, half-jokingly and became half-hurt when Orli shook his head.

“I have you right here with me,” Orli explained with another smile.

“Where? Under your blankets?” Sean teased, attempting to steal the covers from Orli’s hold while the young man laughed a bit before calming down to stare right into Sean’s eyes.

“Here,” Orli said, taking Sean’s hand and placing it over his heart, “I have you here. With me. All the time.”

The silence that came wasn’t exactly comfortable. It wasn’t really a surprise considering the fact that Sean wasnhe mhe most romantic person in the world. Still, it was flattering really and he bent down to give Orlando an obligatory kiss upon his lips.

“Nice,” Orli murmured when they broke apart and another silence ensued where they just stared and grinned at each other for a while. And then Orli gave an exaggerated yawn before turning away from Sean and snuggled once more into bed.

“Well, I expect I’ll see when I see you. Remember to close the door on your way out,” he mumbled before succumbing to ‘sleep’ and began snoring softly into a pillow.

“Bitch,” Sean said amicably, leaning down to render a sharp slap upon the young man’s arse while the latter shook with silent laughter.

He busied himself with the last few seconds of rudimentary checks and double checks before finally heading towards the door with his suitcase in hand. Finally. Finally it was time to leave. He turned back.

“Don’t forget to lock the door before leav-” Sean began and faltered abruptly.

Orlando was staring right at him with the covers pooling around his waist, sucking upon two of his fingers. With an exaggerated moan, he reached down towards his chest and traced the outline of one nipple with his slick fingers, leaving a glistening trail of moisture in its wake.

Sean swore before striding briskly back towards the bed, struggling with the buttons on his shirt.

‘*Fuck it*,’ he thought, watching the grin upon Orli’s face widening, ‘*After all, there’ll always be another flight to catch.*’

And with that last coherent thought, he leapt into bed and dove beneath the covers.

END