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rpg_palace[EB/SB – The Stalker and much, much more…]
With his hands shaking, pressed against the metal of the lift, Eric travelled upwards to Royal, hoping that Sean would be in his room. He literally trembled at the thought of the package, couldn't believe that someone would invade his private space like that. He was beyond words, just wanting comfort from his boyfriend. The lift stopped and Eric got out, walking down the corridor until he arrived at Sean's room. He knocked, a feeble attempt at best, hardly making any noise. He knocked harder and waited for an answer.
Turning the tap off, Sean cocked his head to one side and listened. When the sound came a second time, he wiped his hands on the towel and, running his fingers through his messy hair, hurried down the hall to answer the door. Lord knew how long whoever it was had been waiting. He pulled the door open hurriedly and smiled when he saw who his visitor was. "Hey." he said, smiling rapidly fading when he registered the expression on his lover's face. "Eric? Come in. What's wrong?"
Hurtling towards Sean, Eric almost charged into his arms, needing to feel the warmth of his lover's body before explaining anything. He felt somewhat pacified by the familiar scent of Sean, fresh and clean smelling, comforting. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip around Sean's waist, mumbling his words into his shoulder. "I got another package,” he murmured. "It wasn't nice."
Automatically, Sean's arms came up and wrapped around Eric's shoulders as he pulled him close. He could feel the shivers of tension running through his body and his fingers began to stroke through Eric's hair in a soothing motion. But they stilled, froze, when he heard the words and he pulled his head back so he could look into Eric's face, the worried eyes. "You . . .? Shit!"He bit his bottom lip, gnawing at it. "You all right? Wasn't something . . .you know?"
"It hurt..." He scrunched his eyes up as he remembered, "but not in a dangerous way or anything. They were..." he paused shaking, clinging to Sean as he tried to force the words out, "they were pictures of my kids, and drawings that I'd had on my bedroom wall. Drawings that had been..." His eyelids began to prickle with newly formed tears, "they'd been stolen."
Sean sucked in a pained breath. Fucking hell! The urge to storm out of here, to go hunting, to find and to . . . He curled his hands into fists. "Crap, Eric." His voice broke. "I am so sorry. This is my fault." Anger and hurt tightened his throat and the words came out rough. He stepped back, moved away, fingers flexing open and closed as he tried to think.
"It's not... it's not your fault Sean, it's not like you had any control over this." Eric clung tighter, "Can we sit down somewhere?" he asked, and “I really don't feel so good."
The shaky note in his lover's voice forced Sean into an approximation of calmness and he nodded, leading Eric over to the couch and sitting down beside him, needing the close contact. He rubbed a hand over his face. "They came into your room, you said?" Eric nodded. "Christ! What if you'd been there? Eric, this is getting out of hand."
"I'm not bothered about that... it's just. Now they know what my kids look like." Bile forced its way up from Eric's stomach and he felt dizzy, "If anything happens..." he trailed off, feeling the wet sting of tears against his cheek, "I would never forgive myself. Ever"
Tugging Eric closer, Sean gently urged him to lay his head in the curve of Sean's shoulder and held him tight. "Neither would I." he murmured softly against the dark curls. "Neither would I." They sat, curled together for quite a while, rocking gently and not speaking until Eric's shock abated slightly and he was more in control of himself. Sean wiped his own eyes and sniffed. "We'll protect 'em, love.,” he told him. "I'll organise something straight away. And for you, too. Gonna light a fucking fire under security while I'm at it. They've got to find this nutbag, no more sitting back and waiting!"
Eric sat quietly, not quite knowing what to say that would be adequate. Instead he looked up at Sean, eyes hopeful as he waited for him to continue. He wanted his kids safe, he wanted Sean safe; nothing else mattered.
Half turning, drawing one leg up beneath him, Sean let his hands rest on Eric's shoulders while he talked. "I know Marton's still in charge of this." he told him. "And he's not gonna stand for some crazy fuck even hinting about your kids, right? They're going to have guards all over 'em the second I tell him, so don't worry about it. Same goes for you." he went on. Desperate to convince Eric, his voice was tight with urgency, fingers tightening and curling across the broad shoulders. "Twenty-four hour protection, just like me. And I sit down with those security blokes and we work something-the-fuck out! I let this slide and I was wrong." He pulled Eric back into his arms and hugged him fiercely. "I was wrong and I'm sorry,” he said.
24 hour protection? Security? Whoa! Eric didn't want any of this for himself and he said so. "They haven't done anything to me; I don't need protection. They could have done something already and they haven't. I'm not worried about me." Sean was getting carried away here and Eric was getting agitated, he didn't need his own version of Sala stood at the end of his bed as he slept at night. Those kind of things just asked for trouble... if you went about things as normal, Eric thought, and then nothing would happen to you. The guard was not going to happen.
"Eric!" Sean shook his head, frustrated. "You were there. You heard what they said. This . . . loon is building up and this is just the beginning. Shit!" He looked away for a second, trying to find words to make his lover understand. His grip on Eric's shoulders tightened as he looked back. "Listen to me." he said in a far gentler tone. "I'm in less bloody danger than you are,” he said. "Whoever this is has decided . . . well, you're the enemy, love. You need to be careful. You needa bodyguard." Worriedly, he watched Eric's face as he waited for a response.
"I don't want a bodyguard, I don't need a bodyguard" Eric's tone was forceful and stubborn, clearly meaning what he said. "Those type of people just drawattention, as opposed to protecting. And I can look after myself. God, I’m nearly as big as any security guy" He saw the look on Sean's face and softened, "Please don't worry... I’ll be fine." He pressed a kiss to Sean's cheek, "It's really not me we have to worry about, my kids yes, me - no."
And people call me stubborn! Sean got to his feet and moved a few steps away. He stared out the window, scratched at his face, sighed and let a long breath out. "It is you,” he said softly, back turned. "It's scare tactics, trying to put you off guard, focus your attention elsewhere." He swung around, green eyes hooded and glinting. "I don't care how fucking big you are. Big doesn't stop a knife. Big doesn't stop a bullet or a bomb. You're having one,” he said flatly.
Bloody well not, Eric murmured to himself, fixing his expression into one of stubborn disinterest. "If there's a bomb well I’m not gonna last regardless of how much security I have around me. Bomb go boom, everyone explodes. I don't need one, and I’m not having one."
Sean looked at Eric's expression and suppressed a sigh. He knew that look. Okay. Different tactic. But what? He began to pace in front of the fireplace, kicking up the edges of the rug, head down, while he thought and acutely conscious of Eric's mutinous face watching him. Eventually, he stopped and looked up, meeting his lover stare for stare. "All right." he conceded. "No bodyguard." Eric looked pleased, started to relax. "But there's safety in numbers." Sean went on remorselessly. "I'll meet you halfway. We share accommodations and no argument."
Eric had to suppress a smile, "Is this your way of asking me to live with you?"
Sean's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. That was the last thing he'd been expecting to hear. "Ummm . . ." He felt his face reddening and turned abruptly away, cursing himself. Way to go, Sean! Really make him feel wanted! Shit!
The expression on Sean's face made Eric feel bad about his question. Hastily he spoke to reassure, "Not that I don't want to live with you or anything... in fact, I'd love it really, getting to wake up with you every morning. Who wouldn't want that?"
Somewhat reassured, Sean went back to the couch and sat down again. He felt like an idiot now, red face and all. "I just . . . I want you safe, is all." he muttered. "Not how I would have chosen to do it, to ask, though. These circumstances." His voice trailed off and he stared down at his hands, biting his lip.
Eric sat down next to Sean, wrapping his arms around him, wanting to soothe his embarrassment by any means possible, "Love you" he murmured, kissing him gently, "And I love that you want to keep me safe. Just your methods that I question, that’s all." He grinned widely, searching out Sean's hand, "And these circumstances might not be the best but... hey. You still asked..."
The kiss and the soft tease went a long way toward making him feel better. He managed to get the flood of colour under control and returned the kiss with marked enthusiasm. When Eric's long fingers wrapped around his own, he turned his hand palm-up and gripped it lightly. "Yeah, I did, didn't I." he smiled, a wry twist to his lips. "That's progress at least." He chuckled and then looked Eric full in the face. "Love you." he said.
"So you still want me living with you 24/7, or was that only an attempt to get me to agree to your heinous demands of a bodyguard?" Eric's tone was teasing, having realised that Sean was nearly comforted.
"Oh, you still get the bodyguard." Sean grinned. "But by default. And I'm moving in with you." he added. "Downstairs." He felt much better about this and wondered briefly how it all got so turned around so suddenly. One second he was comforting Eric, next they were almost arguing and now Eric was making him feel better. Relationships were confusing as all hell, he decided.
"You're moving in with me?" Eric couldn't contain his surprise. "But I thought..." he stopped himself, not wanting to cause another argument. But Sean's place was bigger, and safer, and had less chance of annoying libertines knocking on the door in order to catch a glimpse of the 'famous Sean Bean'
Watching the various emotions chase each other across his lover's face, Sean wondered what he'd done now! "Eric?"
"I just assumed we'd be in your room. Yours is bigger after all, and more secure..."
"I . . . I . . . Well, I've been thinking for a while now." Sean shrugged. "I don't belong up here anymore." He looked around the room. "This place was, is, well it went with Marton, you know? And he and I aren't together anymore." The look he gave Eric was pleading. "I used to live on Uppers before. I thought I should . . ."
"Oh Sean..." Eric had suspected something like this. Sean felt guilty, and there was nothing that he could do to ease that kind of guilt. "I'm sure Marton would never want you to leave on his behalf, and I still think it would be safer... but if you don't want to I can't make you."
Sean nodded. "I should. I do. I . . . yeah." He gave Eric a sheepish grin. "This relationship stuff is hard!" he said.
"It's meant to be. It tests you" Eric smiled fondly at Sean, edging closer to him, "So when you gonna move your stuff in then? And when are you gonna tell Marton?"
Sean's elbows rested on his knees and he pushed his hair back from his face. "Soon as I can." he postulated. "Haven't seen Marton in a while and something funny's going on up there . . ." He bit down on the words and changed the subject. "Then I just, I dunno, move." he shrugged, tilting his head to one side and eyeing Eric from under his fringe. "Case you hadn't noticed, I don't have much to move."
Eric decided to ignore the rapid change in subject, reaching over to mess with Sean's hair, "So all that shit in your room isn't yours then?" he grinned, "And I bet you end up going to the wrong floor by accident for the first few..." he trailed off, not wanting to make Sean feel any more guilty about the Marton thing. "You never know..." he said mockingly, "This thing could be fun"
Fun? Yeah. Sean nodded, mostly to himself. Could be. Been years since he'd lived down there and it'd certainly make him more accessible to the staff, a direct conduit to management so to speak. And there would be . . . other benefits, too. Thoughts of those had his eyes sparking and a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Fun?" he asked, all innocence. He straightened up and twisted, moving to kneel on the couch and to loom ever closer to where Eric was sitting, his fingers locking at the back of Eric's neck. "What kind of fun?"
"Mmm..." Eric purred, wanting Sean fucking on him right now, "I think you know what kind of fun we're talking about."
"Nah, not me mate." Sean was steadily pushing Eric backward, forcing him to lean until he toppled onto the cushions at the end of the couch. "I'm an innocent lad from the middle of nowhere. Know nothing about . . . fun." he grinned. "You're gonna have to show me." The last sentence was accompanied by the whoosh of air that left Eric's lungs as Sean landed atop him, fingers carding through the soft curls of his nape.
Eric placed a hand on top of Sean's groin, feeling the encased cock harden underneath his touch. "Well with my kind of fun..." Eric started, tugging on Sean's sweatpants, "Involves removing these. Lift up..." Sean moved his hips upwards as Eric eased the offending pants down, helped by Sean who pulled them off and threw them aside. "That's better" Eric growled as he looked his naked - beautiful lover up and down. "Easier to have fun this way"
"Easier, maybe." Sean nipped at Eric's collarbone, tasting the faint tang of sweat and that elusive something that was entirely Eric. "But you," he growled into his lover's ear. "Have too many clothes on now. Be fair." He raked his fingers down across Eric's broad chest to his nipples and twisted them lightly, chuckling when Eric hitched in a breath, his spine arching in response.
He quirked an eyebrow, stuttering a little as Sean's hand twisted at his nipples, "So what are you going to do about it then?" he breathed, waiting for Sean to take charge a little.
Sucking on Eric's neck just hard enough to mark Sean had no trouble suppressing his grin. He sat up straight, leaned back and flicked Eric's nipples again. Eric looked at him wide-eyed and hissed; back arching again, just as it had done the first time. Sean hands slid down and tugged on the soft grey sweats as he arched off the couch and, by the time Eric landed on the cushions again, the pants were half gone. Sean arched an eyebrow and looked smug. "Manage the rest on your own?" he asked.
Eric kicked off the sweats eagerly, ignoring the expression on Sean's face. His fingers spidered across Sean's thigh, travelling up his body until they met his cock, teasing and tickling his balls, watching Sean's face as he did so.
"Bastard!" Sean groaned as Eric's deft fingers almost melted his resolve. He got to his feet reluctantly, drawing Eric up with him and led him over to the rug in front of the fireplace. Releasing Eric's hand, he pulled him in close for a kiss, his tongue sliding across the seam of his lover's mouth, demanding entrance. When they finally broke apart, breathless, Sean laid his hands on Eric's shoulders. "Down." he ordered.
Ooh... Eric thought, and did as he was told, shoulders and back meeting with the coarse fabric of the rug. This could be very interesting...
Sean looked down at his lover laid out on the creamy rug. Christ! Was there ever anything more perfect? The olive skin, smooth and rippling with hard-packed muscle beneath, the crisp curls of dark hair on his thighs, stomach and chest and at the juncture of his thighs, cock rising high and proud from between. He sank to his knees, eyes dark and intense and planted a hand on the floor to either side of Eric's broad shoulders. "You are so beautiful,” he said quietly, looking down into the dark eyes. "I love you."
"Love you too" Eric growled, "Now fuck me, will you!"
Now that was an invitation to disobedience if ever he'd heard one. He leaned in until their noses touched, until brown eyes locked with green and he growled, "No." before beginning to slide away, nipping and licking a trail of bites from throat to shoulder, down across Eric's chest and stomach, moving lower and avoiding the hands that would have stayed him. Crouching to one side, tantalisingly just out of reach, he bit the inside of Eric's thigh, the soft skin reddening instantly and moving: quickly across, engulfed Eric's cock with his mouth before his lover could manage any protest.
Eric was just about to voice is disapproval when Sean swallowed his cock, wet, delicious heat surrounding his member, forcing him to curl his hands up into fists and bite down on a yell. Oh god, Sean was good at this, and fuck Eric thought that he could come just from this. He flexed his fingers and pushed his fingers down to card in Sean's hair, tangling them in blonde locks.
Pulling back just a little till he only had the tip of Eric's cock held lightly between his parted lips, Sean tongued the underside of the head, swirling it around, up and over and then back again, continuing the motion until Eric's grip on his hair became almost painful in his frustration. He encouraged his lover's legs to part and moved between them, releasing the weeping head with a last, salacious lick and slicking his lips down the shaft to the base, fingers cupping the dark wrinkled skin of his sac as he nuzzled his balls. "Lift up." he ordered gruffly, his hands slipping under Eric's buttocks, thumbs parting his cheeks.
Moaning as he felt his cheeks being spread, Eric obeyed, lifting up to grant further access, almost shaking with the need to have his lover inside of him now. He would never get tired of this, Sean's mouth, Sean's cock, everything about him - including the way that everything he seemed to do reduced Eric to a pile of Jelly. He had never wanted anything more... "Please" he moaned, pleaded to Sean, "Want this. Want you. Please."
Sean smiled, loving the sound of need in Eric's shaky voice. "Gonna make you come." he promised. He used his fingers and his tongue to tease, circling the tiny dark puckered opening, thumbs spreading him wide. "Mmm." he hummed, knowing precisely where the vibrations would go and seeing Eric's cock twitch in response, hearing the groan from above. Moistening the opening with his tongue, he pressed a finger inside, pushing slowly deeper and feeling Eric squirm, trying for more.
"Please Sean don't tease..." Eric was begging now and the realisation brought a flush to his face. Everything was just so intense. "More" he croaked, "C'mon Sean...." he didn't know how much more of this he could stand.
Sean relented, unable to withstand the desperation in Eric's voice and fucked him with fingers and tongue, alternating and then working in concert, one finger, then two, curling over the sensitive spot deep inside his lover's body and stroking it, his free hand fisting Eric's cock as his lover jerked, hips pumping and moaning breathlessly.
He needed to come, his whole body wanted him to come, his hips jerked and thrusted up, trying to push up into Sean's fist, craving more, and harder than Sean was giving him. He tried to stave off orgasm until Sean was at least inside of him, but that didn't look as if that would be possible. He felt the rush of release hurtling through his body and gritted his teeth and growled out, "In me. NOW!" determined that despite all that Sean was doing to him, he would not come.
Sean kneeled up and slid smoothly and quickly inside Eric's body, burying his cock completely in one move. "Christ!" He stilled himself for a moment and held Eric steady as well, pressing down on his hips so he couldn't thrust. Sucking in a deep breath, he managed a modicum of control and then began to move his own hips, while still holding Eric down. He wasn't getting off that easily, he thought, gliding in and out with a smooth pumping action even though Eric's inner muscles worked trying to hold him. "Fuck!" Already he could feel his orgasm building, the time spent touching and tasting his lover more than enough to get him to this edge. He moved his hands, allowing Eric free reign and once again curled his fingers around his lover's throbbing shaft, thumb gliding across the tip to gather the moisture there. "Fuck Eric, love you!" Sean wanted to keep his eyes open, to see that moment in Eric's eyes, but they screwed shut of their own accord and his head came up, neck tight with strain as his release raced toward him. "God! Come with me, love." he cried out almost desperately.
Eric did not even need the words, come splashing Sean's hand and his own chest before he even knew what was happening to him. He rode out the shocks of pleasure, moaning as he felt Sean come to pieces inside of him, felt the pulse of his cock as his orgasm hit - it was all so wonderful. He winced as Sean withdrew, body still too tender to bear the emptiness well, feeling somewhat incomplete as he felt the cock drag out of his body. He rolled onto his side, embracing Sean, kissing his face as they came down together.
Sean pulled Eric into his arms and rolled onto his back, taking Eric with him. Reaching with unerring accuracy behind him, he tugged down a soft throw and covered them both content to be quiet, to just . . . be.
With his hands shaking, pressed against the metal of the lift, Eric travelled upwards to Royal, hoping that Sean would be in his room. He literally trembled at the thought of the package, couldn't believe that someone would invade his private space like that. He was beyond words, just wanting comfort from his boyfriend. The lift stopped and Eric got out, walking down the corridor until he arrived at Sean's room. He knocked, a feeble attempt at best, hardly making any noise. He knocked harder and waited for an answer.
Turning the tap off, Sean cocked his head to one side and listened. When the sound came a second time, he wiped his hands on the towel and, running his fingers through his messy hair, hurried down the hall to answer the door. Lord knew how long whoever it was had been waiting. He pulled the door open hurriedly and smiled when he saw who his visitor was. "Hey." he said, smiling rapidly fading when he registered the expression on his lover's face. "Eric? Come in. What's wrong?"
Hurtling towards Sean, Eric almost charged into his arms, needing to feel the warmth of his lover's body before explaining anything. He felt somewhat pacified by the familiar scent of Sean, fresh and clean smelling, comforting. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip around Sean's waist, mumbling his words into his shoulder. "I got another package,” he murmured. "It wasn't nice."
Automatically, Sean's arms came up and wrapped around Eric's shoulders as he pulled him close. He could feel the shivers of tension running through his body and his fingers began to stroke through Eric's hair in a soothing motion. But they stilled, froze, when he heard the words and he pulled his head back so he could look into Eric's face, the worried eyes. "You . . .? Shit!"He bit his bottom lip, gnawing at it. "You all right? Wasn't something . . .you know?"
"It hurt..." He scrunched his eyes up as he remembered, "but not in a dangerous way or anything. They were..." he paused shaking, clinging to Sean as he tried to force the words out, "they were pictures of my kids, and drawings that I'd had on my bedroom wall. Drawings that had been..." His eyelids began to prickle with newly formed tears, "they'd been stolen."
Sean sucked in a pained breath. Fucking hell! The urge to storm out of here, to go hunting, to find and to . . . He curled his hands into fists. "Crap, Eric." His voice broke. "I am so sorry. This is my fault." Anger and hurt tightened his throat and the words came out rough. He stepped back, moved away, fingers flexing open and closed as he tried to think.
"It's not... it's not your fault Sean, it's not like you had any control over this." Eric clung tighter, "Can we sit down somewhere?" he asked, and “I really don't feel so good."
The shaky note in his lover's voice forced Sean into an approximation of calmness and he nodded, leading Eric over to the couch and sitting down beside him, needing the close contact. He rubbed a hand over his face. "They came into your room, you said?" Eric nodded. "Christ! What if you'd been there? Eric, this is getting out of hand."
"I'm not bothered about that... it's just. Now they know what my kids look like." Bile forced its way up from Eric's stomach and he felt dizzy, "If anything happens..." he trailed off, feeling the wet sting of tears against his cheek, "I would never forgive myself. Ever"
Tugging Eric closer, Sean gently urged him to lay his head in the curve of Sean's shoulder and held him tight. "Neither would I." he murmured softly against the dark curls. "Neither would I." They sat, curled together for quite a while, rocking gently and not speaking until Eric's shock abated slightly and he was more in control of himself. Sean wiped his own eyes and sniffed. "We'll protect 'em, love.,” he told him. "I'll organise something straight away. And for you, too. Gonna light a fucking fire under security while I'm at it. They've got to find this nutbag, no more sitting back and waiting!"
Eric sat quietly, not quite knowing what to say that would be adequate. Instead he looked up at Sean, eyes hopeful as he waited for him to continue. He wanted his kids safe, he wanted Sean safe; nothing else mattered.
Half turning, drawing one leg up beneath him, Sean let his hands rest on Eric's shoulders while he talked. "I know Marton's still in charge of this." he told him. "And he's not gonna stand for some crazy fuck even hinting about your kids, right? They're going to have guards all over 'em the second I tell him, so don't worry about it. Same goes for you." he went on. Desperate to convince Eric, his voice was tight with urgency, fingers tightening and curling across the broad shoulders. "Twenty-four hour protection, just like me. And I sit down with those security blokes and we work something-the-fuck out! I let this slide and I was wrong." He pulled Eric back into his arms and hugged him fiercely. "I was wrong and I'm sorry,” he said.
24 hour protection? Security? Whoa! Eric didn't want any of this for himself and he said so. "They haven't done anything to me; I don't need protection. They could have done something already and they haven't. I'm not worried about me." Sean was getting carried away here and Eric was getting agitated, he didn't need his own version of Sala stood at the end of his bed as he slept at night. Those kind of things just asked for trouble... if you went about things as normal, Eric thought, and then nothing would happen to you. The guard was not going to happen.
"Eric!" Sean shook his head, frustrated. "You were there. You heard what they said. This . . . loon is building up and this is just the beginning. Shit!" He looked away for a second, trying to find words to make his lover understand. His grip on Eric's shoulders tightened as he looked back. "Listen to me." he said in a far gentler tone. "I'm in less bloody danger than you are,” he said. "Whoever this is has decided . . . well, you're the enemy, love. You need to be careful. You needa bodyguard." Worriedly, he watched Eric's face as he waited for a response.
"I don't want a bodyguard, I don't need a bodyguard" Eric's tone was forceful and stubborn, clearly meaning what he said. "Those type of people just drawattention, as opposed to protecting. And I can look after myself. God, I’m nearly as big as any security guy" He saw the look on Sean's face and softened, "Please don't worry... I’ll be fine." He pressed a kiss to Sean's cheek, "It's really not me we have to worry about, my kids yes, me - no."
And people call me stubborn! Sean got to his feet and moved a few steps away. He stared out the window, scratched at his face, sighed and let a long breath out. "It is you,” he said softly, back turned. "It's scare tactics, trying to put you off guard, focus your attention elsewhere." He swung around, green eyes hooded and glinting. "I don't care how fucking big you are. Big doesn't stop a knife. Big doesn't stop a bullet or a bomb. You're having one,” he said flatly.
Bloody well not, Eric murmured to himself, fixing his expression into one of stubborn disinterest. "If there's a bomb well I’m not gonna last regardless of how much security I have around me. Bomb go boom, everyone explodes. I don't need one, and I’m not having one."
Sean looked at Eric's expression and suppressed a sigh. He knew that look. Okay. Different tactic. But what? He began to pace in front of the fireplace, kicking up the edges of the rug, head down, while he thought and acutely conscious of Eric's mutinous face watching him. Eventually, he stopped and looked up, meeting his lover stare for stare. "All right." he conceded. "No bodyguard." Eric looked pleased, started to relax. "But there's safety in numbers." Sean went on remorselessly. "I'll meet you halfway. We share accommodations and no argument."
Eric had to suppress a smile, "Is this your way of asking me to live with you?"
Sean's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. That was the last thing he'd been expecting to hear. "Ummm . . ." He felt his face reddening and turned abruptly away, cursing himself. Way to go, Sean! Really make him feel wanted! Shit!
The expression on Sean's face made Eric feel bad about his question. Hastily he spoke to reassure, "Not that I don't want to live with you or anything... in fact, I'd love it really, getting to wake up with you every morning. Who wouldn't want that?"
Somewhat reassured, Sean went back to the couch and sat down again. He felt like an idiot now, red face and all. "I just . . . I want you safe, is all." he muttered. "Not how I would have chosen to do it, to ask, though. These circumstances." His voice trailed off and he stared down at his hands, biting his lip.
Eric sat down next to Sean, wrapping his arms around him, wanting to soothe his embarrassment by any means possible, "Love you" he murmured, kissing him gently, "And I love that you want to keep me safe. Just your methods that I question, that’s all." He grinned widely, searching out Sean's hand, "And these circumstances might not be the best but... hey. You still asked..."
The kiss and the soft tease went a long way toward making him feel better. He managed to get the flood of colour under control and returned the kiss with marked enthusiasm. When Eric's long fingers wrapped around his own, he turned his hand palm-up and gripped it lightly. "Yeah, I did, didn't I." he smiled, a wry twist to his lips. "That's progress at least." He chuckled and then looked Eric full in the face. "Love you." he said.
"So you still want me living with you 24/7, or was that only an attempt to get me to agree to your heinous demands of a bodyguard?" Eric's tone was teasing, having realised that Sean was nearly comforted.
"Oh, you still get the bodyguard." Sean grinned. "But by default. And I'm moving in with you." he added. "Downstairs." He felt much better about this and wondered briefly how it all got so turned around so suddenly. One second he was comforting Eric, next they were almost arguing and now Eric was making him feel better. Relationships were confusing as all hell, he decided.
"You're moving in with me?" Eric couldn't contain his surprise. "But I thought..." he stopped himself, not wanting to cause another argument. But Sean's place was bigger, and safer, and had less chance of annoying libertines knocking on the door in order to catch a glimpse of the 'famous Sean Bean'
Watching the various emotions chase each other across his lover's face, Sean wondered what he'd done now! "Eric?"
"I just assumed we'd be in your room. Yours is bigger after all, and more secure..."
"I . . . I . . . Well, I've been thinking for a while now." Sean shrugged. "I don't belong up here anymore." He looked around the room. "This place was, is, well it went with Marton, you know? And he and I aren't together anymore." The look he gave Eric was pleading. "I used to live on Uppers before. I thought I should . . ."
"Oh Sean..." Eric had suspected something like this. Sean felt guilty, and there was nothing that he could do to ease that kind of guilt. "I'm sure Marton would never want you to leave on his behalf, and I still think it would be safer... but if you don't want to I can't make you."
Sean nodded. "I should. I do. I . . . yeah." He gave Eric a sheepish grin. "This relationship stuff is hard!" he said.
"It's meant to be. It tests you" Eric smiled fondly at Sean, edging closer to him, "So when you gonna move your stuff in then? And when are you gonna tell Marton?"
Sean's elbows rested on his knees and he pushed his hair back from his face. "Soon as I can." he postulated. "Haven't seen Marton in a while and something funny's going on up there . . ." He bit down on the words and changed the subject. "Then I just, I dunno, move." he shrugged, tilting his head to one side and eyeing Eric from under his fringe. "Case you hadn't noticed, I don't have much to move."
Eric decided to ignore the rapid change in subject, reaching over to mess with Sean's hair, "So all that shit in your room isn't yours then?" he grinned, "And I bet you end up going to the wrong floor by accident for the first few..." he trailed off, not wanting to make Sean feel any more guilty about the Marton thing. "You never know..." he said mockingly, "This thing could be fun"
Fun? Yeah. Sean nodded, mostly to himself. Could be. Been years since he'd lived down there and it'd certainly make him more accessible to the staff, a direct conduit to management so to speak. And there would be . . . other benefits, too. Thoughts of those had his eyes sparking and a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Fun?" he asked, all innocence. He straightened up and twisted, moving to kneel on the couch and to loom ever closer to where Eric was sitting, his fingers locking at the back of Eric's neck. "What kind of fun?"
"Mmm..." Eric purred, wanting Sean fucking on him right now, "I think you know what kind of fun we're talking about."
"Nah, not me mate." Sean was steadily pushing Eric backward, forcing him to lean until he toppled onto the cushions at the end of the couch. "I'm an innocent lad from the middle of nowhere. Know nothing about . . . fun." he grinned. "You're gonna have to show me." The last sentence was accompanied by the whoosh of air that left Eric's lungs as Sean landed atop him, fingers carding through the soft curls of his nape.
Eric placed a hand on top of Sean's groin, feeling the encased cock harden underneath his touch. "Well with my kind of fun..." Eric started, tugging on Sean's sweatpants, "Involves removing these. Lift up..." Sean moved his hips upwards as Eric eased the offending pants down, helped by Sean who pulled them off and threw them aside. "That's better" Eric growled as he looked his naked - beautiful lover up and down. "Easier to have fun this way"
"Easier, maybe." Sean nipped at Eric's collarbone, tasting the faint tang of sweat and that elusive something that was entirely Eric. "But you," he growled into his lover's ear. "Have too many clothes on now. Be fair." He raked his fingers down across Eric's broad chest to his nipples and twisted them lightly, chuckling when Eric hitched in a breath, his spine arching in response.
He quirked an eyebrow, stuttering a little as Sean's hand twisted at his nipples, "So what are you going to do about it then?" he breathed, waiting for Sean to take charge a little.
Sucking on Eric's neck just hard enough to mark Sean had no trouble suppressing his grin. He sat up straight, leaned back and flicked Eric's nipples again. Eric looked at him wide-eyed and hissed; back arching again, just as it had done the first time. Sean hands slid down and tugged on the soft grey sweats as he arched off the couch and, by the time Eric landed on the cushions again, the pants were half gone. Sean arched an eyebrow and looked smug. "Manage the rest on your own?" he asked.
Eric kicked off the sweats eagerly, ignoring the expression on Sean's face. His fingers spidered across Sean's thigh, travelling up his body until they met his cock, teasing and tickling his balls, watching Sean's face as he did so.
"Bastard!" Sean groaned as Eric's deft fingers almost melted his resolve. He got to his feet reluctantly, drawing Eric up with him and led him over to the rug in front of the fireplace. Releasing Eric's hand, he pulled him in close for a kiss, his tongue sliding across the seam of his lover's mouth, demanding entrance. When they finally broke apart, breathless, Sean laid his hands on Eric's shoulders. "Down." he ordered.
Ooh... Eric thought, and did as he was told, shoulders and back meeting with the coarse fabric of the rug. This could be very interesting...
Sean looked down at his lover laid out on the creamy rug. Christ! Was there ever anything more perfect? The olive skin, smooth and rippling with hard-packed muscle beneath, the crisp curls of dark hair on his thighs, stomach and chest and at the juncture of his thighs, cock rising high and proud from between. He sank to his knees, eyes dark and intense and planted a hand on the floor to either side of Eric's broad shoulders. "You are so beautiful,” he said quietly, looking down into the dark eyes. "I love you."
"Love you too" Eric growled, "Now fuck me, will you!"
Now that was an invitation to disobedience if ever he'd heard one. He leaned in until their noses touched, until brown eyes locked with green and he growled, "No." before beginning to slide away, nipping and licking a trail of bites from throat to shoulder, down across Eric's chest and stomach, moving lower and avoiding the hands that would have stayed him. Crouching to one side, tantalisingly just out of reach, he bit the inside of Eric's thigh, the soft skin reddening instantly and moving: quickly across, engulfed Eric's cock with his mouth before his lover could manage any protest.
Eric was just about to voice is disapproval when Sean swallowed his cock, wet, delicious heat surrounding his member, forcing him to curl his hands up into fists and bite down on a yell. Oh god, Sean was good at this, and fuck Eric thought that he could come just from this. He flexed his fingers and pushed his fingers down to card in Sean's hair, tangling them in blonde locks.
Pulling back just a little till he only had the tip of Eric's cock held lightly between his parted lips, Sean tongued the underside of the head, swirling it around, up and over and then back again, continuing the motion until Eric's grip on his hair became almost painful in his frustration. He encouraged his lover's legs to part and moved between them, releasing the weeping head with a last, salacious lick and slicking his lips down the shaft to the base, fingers cupping the dark wrinkled skin of his sac as he nuzzled his balls. "Lift up." he ordered gruffly, his hands slipping under Eric's buttocks, thumbs parting his cheeks.
Moaning as he felt his cheeks being spread, Eric obeyed, lifting up to grant further access, almost shaking with the need to have his lover inside of him now. He would never get tired of this, Sean's mouth, Sean's cock, everything about him - including the way that everything he seemed to do reduced Eric to a pile of Jelly. He had never wanted anything more... "Please" he moaned, pleaded to Sean, "Want this. Want you. Please."
Sean smiled, loving the sound of need in Eric's shaky voice. "Gonna make you come." he promised. He used his fingers and his tongue to tease, circling the tiny dark puckered opening, thumbs spreading him wide. "Mmm." he hummed, knowing precisely where the vibrations would go and seeing Eric's cock twitch in response, hearing the groan from above. Moistening the opening with his tongue, he pressed a finger inside, pushing slowly deeper and feeling Eric squirm, trying for more.
"Please Sean don't tease..." Eric was begging now and the realisation brought a flush to his face. Everything was just so intense. "More" he croaked, "C'mon Sean...." he didn't know how much more of this he could stand.
Sean relented, unable to withstand the desperation in Eric's voice and fucked him with fingers and tongue, alternating and then working in concert, one finger, then two, curling over the sensitive spot deep inside his lover's body and stroking it, his free hand fisting Eric's cock as his lover jerked, hips pumping and moaning breathlessly.
He needed to come, his whole body wanted him to come, his hips jerked and thrusted up, trying to push up into Sean's fist, craving more, and harder than Sean was giving him. He tried to stave off orgasm until Sean was at least inside of him, but that didn't look as if that would be possible. He felt the rush of release hurtling through his body and gritted his teeth and growled out, "In me. NOW!" determined that despite all that Sean was doing to him, he would not come.
Sean kneeled up and slid smoothly and quickly inside Eric's body, burying his cock completely in one move. "Christ!" He stilled himself for a moment and held Eric steady as well, pressing down on his hips so he couldn't thrust. Sucking in a deep breath, he managed a modicum of control and then began to move his own hips, while still holding Eric down. He wasn't getting off that easily, he thought, gliding in and out with a smooth pumping action even though Eric's inner muscles worked trying to hold him. "Fuck!" Already he could feel his orgasm building, the time spent touching and tasting his lover more than enough to get him to this edge. He moved his hands, allowing Eric free reign and once again curled his fingers around his lover's throbbing shaft, thumb gliding across the tip to gather the moisture there. "Fuck Eric, love you!" Sean wanted to keep his eyes open, to see that moment in Eric's eyes, but they screwed shut of their own accord and his head came up, neck tight with strain as his release raced toward him. "God! Come with me, love." he cried out almost desperately.
Eric did not even need the words, come splashing Sean's hand and his own chest before he even knew what was happening to him. He rode out the shocks of pleasure, moaning as he felt Sean come to pieces inside of him, felt the pulse of his cock as his orgasm hit - it was all so wonderful. He winced as Sean withdrew, body still too tender to bear the emptiness well, feeling somewhat incomplete as he felt the cock drag out of his body. He rolled onto his side, embracing Sean, kissing his face as they came down together.
Sean pulled Eric into his arms and rolled onto his back, taking Eric with him. Reaching with unerring accuracy behind him, he tugged down a soft throw and covered them both content to be quiet, to just . . . be.
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Date: 2004-12-15 06:48 am (UTC)Two stubborn people in a relationship is always fun to watch.
And Sean down amongst the rest of us 'commoners' *cackles* that should be fun! *watches Mads poke Sean with a stick and smirk*
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Date: 2004-12-15 10:47 am (UTC)Good lord....
*fans self*
Love these two..
Oh and Seanie moving in.. too cute!!
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Date: 2004-12-20 05:11 pm (UTC)Yep. Well, actually, it's the psycho-nut's fault, but if Sean had taken this seriously before it escalated.... :/
"I'm not bothered about that... it's just. Now they know what my kids look like."
This probably wouldn't make Eric feel any better, but I doubt this makes a difference. I mean, if this person has sufficiently free run of the Palace computer systems to be able to get in and out of people's locked rooms and offices without leaving any trace behind, then they could very easily get into Eric's personnel file and get his kids' names and address. With that, a picture is a nice-but-not-necessary to anyone who actually wanted to hurt them.
"They haven't done anything to me; I don't need protection. They could have done something already and they haven't. I'm not worried about me." Sean was getting carried away here and Eric was getting agitated, he didn't need his own version of Sala stood at the end of his bed as he slept at night. Those kind of things just asked for trouble... if you went about things as normal, Eric thought, and then nothing would happen to you. The guard was not going to happen.
Umm, who's in denial NOW, hon?? [poke] Dirtbag obviously wants to play with you, and is escalating. And bodyguards only attract kooks if you don't already have a kook after you. Don't be an idiot -- shut up and deal with it, like you wanted Sean to. [folded arms, glare]
Sean's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. That was the last thing he'd been expecting to hear. "Ummm . . ." He felt his face reddening and turned abruptly away, cursing himself. Way to go, Sean! Really make him feel wanted! Shit!
Isn't it cute how the smooth professional trips over his own feet when his heart is involved?! I think it's just too sweet. :D
One second he was comforting Eric, next they were almost arguing and now Eric was making him feel better. Relationships were confusing as all hell, he decided.
LOL! Well, yeah, that's certainly true. [snicker]
"I . . . I . . . Well, I've been thinking for a while now." Sean shrugged. "I don't belong up here anymore." He looked around the room. "This place was, is, well it went with Marton, you know? And he and I aren't together anymore." The look he gave Eric was pleading. "I used to live on Uppers before. I thought I should . . ."
Awwww. [cuddles Sean] He sounds so lost. Which is weird when he's here with his lover, but still. Marton was a big part of his life for so long, and now that's gone and he's not sure what to do about the hole left.... :(
"Haven't seen Marton in a while and something funny's going on up there . . ."
Don't EVEN ask.... [facepalm]
"You are so beautiful,” he said quietly, looking down into the dark eyes. "I love you."
"Love you too" Eric growled, "Now fuck me, will you!"
Go, team! :D
Now that was an invitation to disobedience if ever he'd heard one. He leaned in until their noses touched, until brown eyes locked with green and he growled, "No."
Ack! Brat!! [pokes Sean]
Eric was just about to voice is disapproval when Sean swallowed his cock, wet, delicious heat surrounding his member, forcing him to curl his hands up into fists and bite down on a yell. Oh god, Sean was good at this, and fuck Eric thought that he could come just from this.
ROFL! I bloody well hope Eric could come just from getting a BJ, especially from Sean! If not then Sean needs to go back to class! [giggling facepalm] Sorry, this was just a really funny line. :P
Anyway, hot sex, pretty men, yay! Good scene!
Angie