Need Me Not

NOTE : This is a slash story which contains male/male sexual scenes in future chapters.


TITLE : Need Me Not 1/?

RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Sean Bean / David Wenham. , Orlando Bloom / Eric Bana
SUMMARY: Sean gets to finally spend some time with David, but disastrous events get in the way.
WARNINGS: Angst, Slash, NO DEATH.
TIMELINE: Just after National Treasure finished shooting.
DISCLAIMER: I do not claim this happened. I do not own Sean Bean or David Wenham. I am not making any money from this fic. I do not use Betas. Do not email me or comment regarding spelling mistakes or issues with how I write. I know there are errors. If I was making money from this fic, I’d bother angsting about them.

CHAPTER ONE : Numb.

Sean put down the phone receiver and smiled. The premier of his latest movie in New York City, and David had just promised to be there. In four days, the Australian was going to be shuffling out of a gate, looking tired, and sweetly unkempt while Sean and Orlando waited for him. Orlando was staying with Sean on a secret break from filming Pirates of the Carribean II. He was exhausted after the last year and Sean couldn’t blame him.

So, he’d told Orlando to come stay in his penthouse in New York for a couple of weeks and just relax and shop and such. So far, the media hadn’t got wind of it. Sean was a very careful man, and knew where to go and how to get there without being recognized. Orlando wasn’t so lucky and practically needed a keeper ever since Rings.

Orlando was also hurting because of his latest issues with Eric. So, he and his friend had been watching movies and going clubbing. He was never ceased to be amazed by how easy it was to blend in in New York City.

“Was that David?” Orlando asked as he came out of the shower, “When’s he coming?”

Sean was happy to see that Orlando’s eyes had a far more healthy look to them since the first day the younger man had flow in. “On Friday!” he grinned. It had been almost a year since he had seen David. They had talked on the phone constantly, but with work so hectic for the both of them, there had been no time to spend together. “Jesus, Orli, how did time go by so fast?”

Orlando sat down on the couch, “We’ve all been busy.” he said lamely. His voice was heavy, though. He was happy for Sean. The relationship between Sean and David had been going strong for the last five years in spite of the face they both put for the media, much like the one he tried to portray. They weren’t gay, they weren’t sleeping together, and they all had girlfriends and wives. Hollywood was the worst rumor mill in the world, and it was the only way to exist. But damn, it made it hard.

“I’m sure he’ll call, Orli.” Sean said carefully, knowing that Orlando had not yet received contact from Eric. Five weeks was a long time to leave someone you claimed to love on hold. Next time he saw Eric he was going to throttle him for putting Orli through this.

“Yea.” Orli shrugged, “I guess.”

“Here, have a Guinness.” he tossed his friend a beer and kicked his feet up as they both stared at the football game. “I can’t believe he’s going to be here. Orli, I haven’t seen Dave for almost a year. We had a little fight the last time, I was a beast.” he sighed. He -had- been, he couldn’t help it. He was a jealous man, and seeing David with Hugh had ignited it. David of course had not been pleased at all because there hadn’t been anything to be jealous of. So he’d missed the chance to spend one more night with his lover and the chance to tell him personally how sorry he was.

Orlando knew something of what had happened between David and Sean, for he had been the one to knock sense into his friend. “You’ll want me out of your hair when he gets here, I’m sure. Especially since I -know- you haven’t fucked anyone this year.”

Sean laughed, “Been that high strung have I?”

Orlando put two fingers very close together to iterate, “Just a bit.” He sighed, “I wish Eric would trust me the way David trusts you. God, Sean. He thinks I sleep with everyone, even you. He won’t call. He’s done with me.”

Sean shook his head, “He’ll call, Orli.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Just hold out a little longer.”

“I’m not going to wait forever.” Orlando said decisively.

***Thursday Evening***

Sean lay awake thinking about what Orlando had said several days before. /I wish Eric trusted me the way Dave trusts you./ He was right. David -did- trust him. He had made a vow to wait until the next time they had a chance to be together and talk things out in person. Trust was a big part of his relationship with David. They knew they did not have to wonder who the other was up to. Most Gay men would have not been able to imagine spending two weeks with Orlando Bloom and -not- succumb to wanting to fuck him.

Why hadn’t he been able to show David the same courtesy with Hugh? That was the question they both had asked. Sean had finally come to the conclusion that he wanted more than just sex. He wanted more than commitment. So many broken marriages had made things difficult over the years. Love.

He rolled over on his side and looked at the picture on his bed stand. He and David lounging by the beach, David had wrapped all his limbs around him and they had been caught on camera. Both good natured, they had allowed Orli to take a few pictures and this one had come out the best. He brought it closer and traced the contours of Dave’s face.

He missed him so much. He knew that now. Why hadn’t he pushed harder to see David over the last year? He had been too afraid to push. Ever since their fight he had let David call the shots even though he knew that his lover was not a man to push for things to happen. He did not want to upset or hurt him.

He checked the time, it was 2:30am. David would be in New York in about 10 hours. God, he could hardly believe it.

He closed his eyes and imagined what he would say to David the first chance he got. “I love you. I always have. I’m sorry I’m such an idiot and haven’t told you until now. Please forgive me.”

Did he even have the courage?

Suddenly, the door to his room burst open and Orlando, dressed only in his shorts stood in a panicked state of disbelief. “Sean Sean…turn on the television!”

He bounded onto the bed as Sean struggled to a seating position and turned it on to the news channel. “Orli, its almost 3am, couldn’t it wait until tomorrow?” he mumbled. Then the color in his cheeks drained.

A news announcer was looking pained as she spoke clearly into the microphone somewhere in what looked like India. “Yes, John. I can confirm that Qantas flight number 1032 from Sydny went down in the mountains north of here. Rescue teams are on their way to the wreckage site, witnesses claim that they saw an explosion….”

The whole conversation was not quite registering as both Orlando and Sean stared in shock at the screen. Numbly, Sean reached for his date book and checked it. He closed his eyes and began to shake as Orlando hugged him.

David’s flight was 1032.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay. I’m sure.” Orli said over and over again.

Sean couldn’t hear, he was in shock staring at the television screen. “No…. No no no….” he couldn’t believe it. He -refused- to believe it.

Adrenalin mode tried kicked in, but shock was consuming him. God. God.

The phone rang, and Orlando reached over to pick it up. It was David’s ‘wife‘. “Yes, Yes he’s here. Yes, we just saw. C- can you confirm he was on the flight?” The younger man sucked in his breath and sighed, “Yes, thank you. No. I’ll tell him. Hang in there. I‘m sure he‘s all right.”

Sean looked over at Orlando, his eyes containing a haunted expression. Orlando nodded softly and was not surprised when the elder man crumbled. Orlando held him close, stroking his hair gently. “It’ll be alright. He’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.”

***

His arm hurt, his leg hurt, everything hurt.

It was cold.

He couldn’t see.

It was dark.

He fought for air, pushing his way out of the debris and gasped when he found it.

The last thing he remembered was a ball of fire.

**To Be Continued…**