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Although I'm not a die hard Sean Bean fan, I have several dear friends that love him to death. *hugs that part of my flist*
I love those girls very much, so I go to a great Sean Bean board, Mighty Bean. (hope you don't mind advertising
govi20 ?) At one time there were prompts tables for fic writing, and they were very nice to let me play. Since I owe them that, I wrote fics with Sean Bean in them. BUT since I'm at this time of my life very much obsessed with Sawyer, it came out as a weird cross-over AU.
Sawyer, AU, pre-island with the actor Sean Bean. so somehow half RPS half fandom. It was my first writing of Sawyer ever.
since
ellel asked for it, here it is (hope you like babe)
Title: erm. no title. Promp #18 Cruise ship
Pairing: Sawyer/Sean Bean. slash it is
warning: crossover between fictionnal character and RPS.
disclaimer: of course it's all in my head... ALL OF IT!
As Sawyer scans the jazz bar, a predatory grin spreads slowly on his face. The place oozes money.
He can hear it as jewellery tinkles on champagne flutes and cocktail glasses.
Touch it in the silk of the gowns of the women that brush against him on purpose.
Smell it in their expensive perfumes.
See it all around in the overconfidence that comes with big bank accounts.
Hell, he can almost taste it, and not just in his expensive drink.
Finding a mark here should be easy. Almost too easy. Some of those women are practically begging for a little distraction as their rich husbands lose in a night on the blackjack tables of the cruise ship what most folks do in a years worth of hard work. One thing is sure: he would leave this ship with more than when he boarded, and enjoy every minute of getting there.
Mentally making a list of the most interesting women, he also searches for possible competition. He is one of the rare men in the mid-thirties in the place tonight, the young golden boys are probably at the discotheque. Most are middle aged men, silver heads being the norm. With one notable exception, and he wonders why the tall blond at the end of the bar seems familiar. He has his fare share of female attention, as they openly flirt and try to reel him in. Curiosity kicks in and Sawyer carelessly approaches, until he can overhear the conversations. A Brit, that explains part of it, he thinks, knowing from experience that accents can do wonders.
While he is ordering a new drink, a young woman at his side graciously solves the problem for him, as she whispers to her companion
“Oh my God! I’m sure of it! That’s Sean Bean!”
“who?”
“you know… from Lord of the Rings, National Treasure, Sharpe…”
“For real? Oh yes! Cool!”
That clarifies the fact why he seems familiar, and Sawyer can not help but to turn and look at him once more, only to be surprised to find emerald eyes looking straight at him. And holding eye contact a fraction of a second more than if it was just a mere coincidence. If there is one thing Sawyer can detect, decode and take advantage of, it is interest directed at him. Reading it in eyes of a man is not that unusual, although it takes him by surprise this time. The thing to know now is where that could lead.
Sawyer decides to let go of the hunt for a mark tonight, at least for the moment, as this is just the beginning of the cruise. He’s intrigued by the actor and finds a little free table from where he can observe him, consciously positioning himself as to be seen at his advantage too. He knows he looks sharp in his dark suit with silver tie, and can’t help but smirk when he feels he has Sean‘s attention directed at him, and more and more often at that. The key is in the subtlety of the game, not to be too forward and letting him make the first move. Most men prefer to be the hunter, so let him think he’s in charge. Making sure Sean is looking over, but feigning to be distracted himself, he takes out his cigarette pack and lighter, taps the latter a couple of times on the table, then gets up and goes for the door, as if he can’t wait for a smoke, never looking over at the bar.
The cool air is welcome, and Sawyer leans on the ramp, looking at the moonlight’s reflection on the ocean. He draws from his cigarette and thinks it was well worth clearing his account for this, but he has to get down to business soon if he wants to keep living in this kind of luxury. High heels clacking and slowing behind him make him imperceptibly stiff. He had not counted on a lady being bold enough to follow him, especially since he had only scanned the room and not made real eyes contact with anyone but Sean. He lets go of his breath when the steps quicken again, as if she decides not to go forward just yet. Josh smiles, and relaxes once more, scrutinizing the flickering lights that can be seen on the faraway islands.
“Beautiful view”
Although more than half expected, the melodious voice makes him look back in surprise. Sean is looking at him, not the ocean, and smiles at Sawyer.
“Sure is” He replies, smiling back but then looking back at the sea.
The opening is there still, and it seems that Sean doesn’t need more. He comes to lean on the ramp as his side, almost close enough to touch. As he takes out his own cigarettes, Sawyer offers him fire, making sure to brush him.
“Sorry if this sounds weird but…” he starts, seeming hesitant “Are you a stockbroker? Because I could swear I’ve seen you somewhere.”
Sean laughs, shaking his head
“Not at all, no. I’m an actor, that may explain the déjà vù. That’s what you do? Stockbroker?”
“Yeah…” Lies come easily. It’s a second nature for him. “Worked my ass off this year and had to take a little vacation before I blew a fuse… I’m Sawyer by the way.” Presentation complete with a little dimple and an extended hand.
Sean shakes it firmly, and once more holds contact a little more than necessary. A thrill of excitement goes through Sawyer, as he gazes in the incredible green eyes, already hungry for more.
“Sean. A pleasure to meet you.”
“Quite a boat we’re on”
“Sure is. The best of the best.”
“English, right?”
“The accent gives me away every time!”
“Good thing. Sexy as Hell.”
Here’s an innuendo for you big guy, he thinks, looking back at the waves the boat makes, slicing the flat water. The reply comes a couple of seconds later. He hesitated just a bit, as if he’s not at ease to flirt with guys.
“I can think of much sexier things around here.”
Sawyer looks at him, grinning
“Oh yeah? And what could that may be?”
“You.”
Sawyer laughs, happy that Sean is finally making a direct move. He makes his most lethal smile, tosses his cigarette overboard and starts to walk away. Sensing that Sean is not following, he looks over his shoulder. Sean has a wooden face, thinking he’s completely misjudged and kicking himself for it. Sawyer raises an eyebrow
“Waiting ‘till chickens grow teeth Sean?”
He then continues to walk slowly towards the cabins.
That snaps Sean out of his stillness and he follows in silence, hands in pockets. Both feel the tension building between them, with each step. Slipping his card, Sawyer opens the door then stops, looking at Sean in the eyes. He can see that it’s uncommon for him just by the way he’s fidgeting.
“I’m not offering you a night cap here Bogart” He drawls “You sure about this?”
Sean looks at him intently, up and down, then nods and goes in. Sawyer then opts for taking the lead, and in one swift move, slides inside the cabin, closes the door and slams Sean against the wall with his body. Not letting him catch his breath, one hand goes behind Sean’s neck and the other to his crotch, finding him hard already and making Sean moan in spite of himself. Sawyer leers
“Well well well… and what do we have here?”
It’s then a collision of mouth against mouth, fierce and savage, a struggle for dominance. Sawyer explores with his tongue, wet , hot, then bites at Sean’s lower lip, sucking on it, before letting his hands roam across the broad chest and start to undo the buttons of Sean’s shirt. It prompts Sean into action as he fists Sawyer hair to pull him closer, then reversing their position by slamming him in the wall at his turn and grinds his hips against the other man. Sawyer has a low sexy laugh, while Sean growls
“God I want you”
“What is stopping you hoss?”
Getting rid of the unwanted layers of clothes takes mere seconds, as the two men crash around the cabin, to finish on Sawyer’s bed. Leaving Sean’s mouth, Sawyer licks and nips at his neck, before making a hot trail down the strong torso, making his partner moan in the process. He takes his time to reach the impressive erection, but then engulfs it all in his throat in one swift move, making Sean swear and tense. By experience, he knows that he’s close to coming, but that is not his goal, so he lets go of him to climb back up Sean’s body, kissing him fiercely, and grinding cock against cock.
“I feel generous tonight big guy… what is it that you want?”
Sex is his expertise and he only thinks to please him, with no afterthought. Pure pleasure, no business. Sean has fire in his eyes, and is panting, wanting more
“You. Please.”
Sawyer grins, as it was what he was hoping for.
“You want my tight little ass, don’t you? No problem. Night stand boss.”
Sean looks and finds a tube of lube, and promptly starts to prepare his way, as Sawyer gets on all fours. There is no gentleness in Sean’s touch or in his thrusts as he finally penetrates Sawyer, only animal need and lust. Sawyer cries out in pleasure, as he hadn’t had a good fuck in ages. Sean is grunting every times he plunges, holding tight at the hips, going for long and deep.
“Harder. Faster damnit.”
Sean quickly obeys, and now barely comes out before slamming back in with force, making Sawyer see white spots every time. Fisting himself, he starts stroking in unison and within a minute he comes hard, spurting all over his hand, clenching around Sean and bringing him over the edge in the process. Both men crash on the mattress, panting, spent.
“Bloody Hell” Sean whispers
Sawyer chuckles
“Man of few words, huh?”
Sean laughs too
“That was fucking great. That’s why he won’t let me top, he’s afraid I won’t switch places anymore!”
The confidence surprises Sawyer a little. He was beginning to think he might have been his first man
“Boyfriend’s greedy?”
Rolling on his back, Sean sighs
“No. I’m not gay. But… there is someone, sometimes. You remind me of him.”
“Is that so? He’s missing something then.”
Sean kisses him lightly before starting to gather his clothes. Sawyer stretches lazily, enjoying the view. One of the best looking asses he’s seen. Once fully dressed, Sean turns to him, hesitant
“Maybe….”
Sawyer smiles from ear to ear. They always want more.
“I’ll surely see you around. ‘night.” Sean smiles back
“Good night Sawyer.”
As he closes the door, Sawyer reaches for small remote in his pocked and stops the hidden camera. Not that he intends of using the tape for blackmail, he doesn’t feel like it at the moment, but it never hurts to have options.
I love those girls very much, so I go to a great Sean Bean board, Mighty Bean. (hope you don't mind advertising
govi20 ?) At one time there were prompts tables for fic writing, and they were very nice to let me play. Since I owe them that, I wrote fics with Sean Bean in them. BUT since I'm at this time of my life very much obsessed with Sawyer, it came out as a weird cross-over AU.
Sawyer, AU, pre-island with the actor Sean Bean. so somehow half RPS half fandom. It was my first writing of Sawyer ever.
since
ellel asked for it, here it is (hope you like babe)
Title: erm. no title. Promp #18 Cruise ship
Pairing: Sawyer/Sean Bean. slash it is
warning: crossover between fictionnal character and RPS.
disclaimer: of course it's all in my head... ALL OF IT!
As Sawyer scans the jazz bar, a predatory grin spreads slowly on his face. The place oozes money.
He can hear it as jewellery tinkles on champagne flutes and cocktail glasses.
Touch it in the silk of the gowns of the women that brush against him on purpose.
Smell it in their expensive perfumes.
See it all around in the overconfidence that comes with big bank accounts.
Hell, he can almost taste it, and not just in his expensive drink.
Finding a mark here should be easy. Almost too easy. Some of those women are practically begging for a little distraction as their rich husbands lose in a night on the blackjack tables of the cruise ship what most folks do in a years worth of hard work. One thing is sure: he would leave this ship with more than when he boarded, and enjoy every minute of getting there.
Mentally making a list of the most interesting women, he also searches for possible competition. He is one of the rare men in the mid-thirties in the place tonight, the young golden boys are probably at the discotheque. Most are middle aged men, silver heads being the norm. With one notable exception, and he wonders why the tall blond at the end of the bar seems familiar. He has his fare share of female attention, as they openly flirt and try to reel him in. Curiosity kicks in and Sawyer carelessly approaches, until he can overhear the conversations. A Brit, that explains part of it, he thinks, knowing from experience that accents can do wonders.
While he is ordering a new drink, a young woman at his side graciously solves the problem for him, as she whispers to her companion
“Oh my God! I’m sure of it! That’s Sean Bean!”
“who?”
“you know… from Lord of the Rings, National Treasure, Sharpe…”
“For real? Oh yes! Cool!”
That clarifies the fact why he seems familiar, and Sawyer can not help but to turn and look at him once more, only to be surprised to find emerald eyes looking straight at him. And holding eye contact a fraction of a second more than if it was just a mere coincidence. If there is one thing Sawyer can detect, decode and take advantage of, it is interest directed at him. Reading it in eyes of a man is not that unusual, although it takes him by surprise this time. The thing to know now is where that could lead.
Sawyer decides to let go of the hunt for a mark tonight, at least for the moment, as this is just the beginning of the cruise. He’s intrigued by the actor and finds a little free table from where he can observe him, consciously positioning himself as to be seen at his advantage too. He knows he looks sharp in his dark suit with silver tie, and can’t help but smirk when he feels he has Sean‘s attention directed at him, and more and more often at that. The key is in the subtlety of the game, not to be too forward and letting him make the first move. Most men prefer to be the hunter, so let him think he’s in charge. Making sure Sean is looking over, but feigning to be distracted himself, he takes out his cigarette pack and lighter, taps the latter a couple of times on the table, then gets up and goes for the door, as if he can’t wait for a smoke, never looking over at the bar.
The cool air is welcome, and Sawyer leans on the ramp, looking at the moonlight’s reflection on the ocean. He draws from his cigarette and thinks it was well worth clearing his account for this, but he has to get down to business soon if he wants to keep living in this kind of luxury. High heels clacking and slowing behind him make him imperceptibly stiff. He had not counted on a lady being bold enough to follow him, especially since he had only scanned the room and not made real eyes contact with anyone but Sean. He lets go of his breath when the steps quicken again, as if she decides not to go forward just yet. Josh smiles, and relaxes once more, scrutinizing the flickering lights that can be seen on the faraway islands.
“Beautiful view”
Although more than half expected, the melodious voice makes him look back in surprise. Sean is looking at him, not the ocean, and smiles at Sawyer.
“Sure is” He replies, smiling back but then looking back at the sea.
The opening is there still, and it seems that Sean doesn’t need more. He comes to lean on the ramp as his side, almost close enough to touch. As he takes out his own cigarettes, Sawyer offers him fire, making sure to brush him.
“Sorry if this sounds weird but…” he starts, seeming hesitant “Are you a stockbroker? Because I could swear I’ve seen you somewhere.”
Sean laughs, shaking his head
“Not at all, no. I’m an actor, that may explain the déjà vù. That’s what you do? Stockbroker?”
“Yeah…” Lies come easily. It’s a second nature for him. “Worked my ass off this year and had to take a little vacation before I blew a fuse… I’m Sawyer by the way.” Presentation complete with a little dimple and an extended hand.
Sean shakes it firmly, and once more holds contact a little more than necessary. A thrill of excitement goes through Sawyer, as he gazes in the incredible green eyes, already hungry for more.
“Sean. A pleasure to meet you.”
“Quite a boat we’re on”
“Sure is. The best of the best.”
“English, right?”
“The accent gives me away every time!”
“Good thing. Sexy as Hell.”
Here’s an innuendo for you big guy, he thinks, looking back at the waves the boat makes, slicing the flat water. The reply comes a couple of seconds later. He hesitated just a bit, as if he’s not at ease to flirt with guys.
“I can think of much sexier things around here.”
Sawyer looks at him, grinning
“Oh yeah? And what could that may be?”
“You.”
Sawyer laughs, happy that Sean is finally making a direct move. He makes his most lethal smile, tosses his cigarette overboard and starts to walk away. Sensing that Sean is not following, he looks over his shoulder. Sean has a wooden face, thinking he’s completely misjudged and kicking himself for it. Sawyer raises an eyebrow
“Waiting ‘till chickens grow teeth Sean?”
He then continues to walk slowly towards the cabins.
That snaps Sean out of his stillness and he follows in silence, hands in pockets. Both feel the tension building between them, with each step. Slipping his card, Sawyer opens the door then stops, looking at Sean in the eyes. He can see that it’s uncommon for him just by the way he’s fidgeting.
“I’m not offering you a night cap here Bogart” He drawls “You sure about this?”
Sean looks at him intently, up and down, then nods and goes in. Sawyer then opts for taking the lead, and in one swift move, slides inside the cabin, closes the door and slams Sean against the wall with his body. Not letting him catch his breath, one hand goes behind Sean’s neck and the other to his crotch, finding him hard already and making Sean moan in spite of himself. Sawyer leers
“Well well well… and what do we have here?”
It’s then a collision of mouth against mouth, fierce and savage, a struggle for dominance. Sawyer explores with his tongue, wet , hot, then bites at Sean’s lower lip, sucking on it, before letting his hands roam across the broad chest and start to undo the buttons of Sean’s shirt. It prompts Sean into action as he fists Sawyer hair to pull him closer, then reversing their position by slamming him in the wall at his turn and grinds his hips against the other man. Sawyer has a low sexy laugh, while Sean growls
“God I want you”
“What is stopping you hoss?”
Getting rid of the unwanted layers of clothes takes mere seconds, as the two men crash around the cabin, to finish on Sawyer’s bed. Leaving Sean’s mouth, Sawyer licks and nips at his neck, before making a hot trail down the strong torso, making his partner moan in the process. He takes his time to reach the impressive erection, but then engulfs it all in his throat in one swift move, making Sean swear and tense. By experience, he knows that he’s close to coming, but that is not his goal, so he lets go of him to climb back up Sean’s body, kissing him fiercely, and grinding cock against cock.
“I feel generous tonight big guy… what is it that you want?”
Sex is his expertise and he only thinks to please him, with no afterthought. Pure pleasure, no business. Sean has fire in his eyes, and is panting, wanting more
“You. Please.”
Sawyer grins, as it was what he was hoping for.
“You want my tight little ass, don’t you? No problem. Night stand boss.”
Sean looks and finds a tube of lube, and promptly starts to prepare his way, as Sawyer gets on all fours. There is no gentleness in Sean’s touch or in his thrusts as he finally penetrates Sawyer, only animal need and lust. Sawyer cries out in pleasure, as he hadn’t had a good fuck in ages. Sean is grunting every times he plunges, holding tight at the hips, going for long and deep.
“Harder. Faster damnit.”
Sean quickly obeys, and now barely comes out before slamming back in with force, making Sawyer see white spots every time. Fisting himself, he starts stroking in unison and within a minute he comes hard, spurting all over his hand, clenching around Sean and bringing him over the edge in the process. Both men crash on the mattress, panting, spent.
“Bloody Hell” Sean whispers
Sawyer chuckles
“Man of few words, huh?”
Sean laughs too
“That was fucking great. That’s why he won’t let me top, he’s afraid I won’t switch places anymore!”
The confidence surprises Sawyer a little. He was beginning to think he might have been his first man
“Boyfriend’s greedy?”
Rolling on his back, Sean sighs
“No. I’m not gay. But… there is someone, sometimes. You remind me of him.”
“Is that so? He’s missing something then.”
Sean kisses him lightly before starting to gather his clothes. Sawyer stretches lazily, enjoying the view. One of the best looking asses he’s seen. Once fully dressed, Sean turns to him, hesitant
“Maybe….”
Sawyer smiles from ear to ear. They always want more.
“I’ll surely see you around. ‘night.” Sean smiles back
“Good night Sawyer.”
As he closes the door, Sawyer reaches for small remote in his pocked and stops the hidden camera. Not that he intends of using the tape for blackmail, he doesn’t feel like it at the moment, but it never hurts to have options.