It's the Journey- Part Two (SB/OB, NC-17)
Title: It’s The Journey- Part Two
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenmstar@gmail.com
Pairing: Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Archive: northern_softy orlandoslash fellow_shippers bean_squee
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please let me know if you find any mistakes.
Notes: Part One can be found here.
It had been a long day on set and Orlando’s back was aching as he walked in the door of his apartment. He groaned as he let his bag fall off his shoulder, not even caring when he heard a crunch that sounded like his bag of crisps were now a powder covering the rest of his belongings. He toed off his shoes and stumbled toward his bedroom, debating if he cared enough to take a shower before bed. The bed did look inviting, but he knew from experience that if he did not shower now, he would just hit the snooze button in the morning and end up not showering and then he would have to endure Viggo’s jokes about filthy prissy elves all day.
His back hurt even more as he pulled the shirt off over his head, grateful when his pants fell down when he loosened his belt. He padded bare-foot into the bathroom, then turned the water on as hot as it could go, waiting until steam started to pour out of the shower door before shoving his boxers down to his ankles and stepping out of them.
Once in the shower, Orlando adjusted the water to a temperature that would only turn his skin pink instead of lobster red, then took the soap off the ledge and began washing. Days like this made him grateful he had cut his hair so short so he didn’t need to worry about taking the time to wash it. He started at his shoulders, soaping his shoulders, then down his arms, sighing as the warm water started to relieve a touch of the soreness. Any medicine that would make his back feel better would leave him too tired in the morning, so this, and perhaps a heating pad, if he could even find the energy to dig it out, was all the relief he would be getting tonight.
Well, perhaps there’s another type of relief I can get, Orlando thought to himself as he started to wash down his stomach.
As his hands moved down to his lower abdomen, then around to his hips, he could have almost sworn he could feel Sean’s hand still touching his arse. His cock started to take an interest as he remembered how it felt and his hand moved around to the front of his body, fingers wrapping around his half-hard cock and stroking gently.
He wondered idly if Sean had been looking at his arse when he had slapped it. He wondered if perhaps Sean had enjoyed the way his arse looked when he was bent over, wondered if Sean had gotten aroused looking at him. That idea aroused him further and he wrapped his hand more firmly around his cock and started wanking in earnest at the idea.
In his mind he could see Sean in the shower like he was, or perhaps laying on his bed, soft light from the street lamp outside the only light in the room. He imagined Sean spreading his legs slightly, imagining Orlando’s arse, the feel of it under against his palm, wondering how it would look without that costume on.
His hand started to move faster over his aching cock as he built the picture in his mind. His other hand started to move over his arse, over the cheek that Sean had hit earlier in the day, imagining what Sean would be thinking of.
He thought of Sean imagining him naked as he stroked his cock. Orlando was sure that Sean must have a large cock. He had seen the outline of it through his pants once or twice when he was changing. As Orlando imagined Sean taking down his pants in the trailer, letting him see his cock, watching it get hard, watching Orlando watch him, Orlando finally let himself go. He came in several spurts onto the tile below him, head bent forward, eyes closed, still lost in his fantasies.
After several moments of heavy breathing, Orlando moved his hands under the spray, then rubbed them over his face. As his breathing returned to normal, Orlando shut off the water and climbed out of the shower, making a few passes over his body with a towel before flopping down on his bed, not even bothering to pull up the covers before he fell asleep.
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenmstar@gmail.com
Pairing: Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Archive: northern_softy orlandoslash fellow_shippers bean_squee
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please let me know if you find any mistakes.
Notes: Part One can be found here.
It had been a long day on set and Orlando’s back was aching as he walked in the door of his apartment. He groaned as he let his bag fall off his shoulder, not even caring when he heard a crunch that sounded like his bag of crisps were now a powder covering the rest of his belongings. He toed off his shoes and stumbled toward his bedroom, debating if he cared enough to take a shower before bed. The bed did look inviting, but he knew from experience that if he did not shower now, he would just hit the snooze button in the morning and end up not showering and then he would have to endure Viggo’s jokes about filthy prissy elves all day.
His back hurt even more as he pulled the shirt off over his head, grateful when his pants fell down when he loosened his belt. He padded bare-foot into the bathroom, then turned the water on as hot as it could go, waiting until steam started to pour out of the shower door before shoving his boxers down to his ankles and stepping out of them.
Once in the shower, Orlando adjusted the water to a temperature that would only turn his skin pink instead of lobster red, then took the soap off the ledge and began washing. Days like this made him grateful he had cut his hair so short so he didn’t need to worry about taking the time to wash it. He started at his shoulders, soaping his shoulders, then down his arms, sighing as the warm water started to relieve a touch of the soreness. Any medicine that would make his back feel better would leave him too tired in the morning, so this, and perhaps a heating pad, if he could even find the energy to dig it out, was all the relief he would be getting tonight.
Well, perhaps there’s another type of relief I can get, Orlando thought to himself as he started to wash down his stomach.
As his hands moved down to his lower abdomen, then around to his hips, he could have almost sworn he could feel Sean’s hand still touching his arse. His cock started to take an interest as he remembered how it felt and his hand moved around to the front of his body, fingers wrapping around his half-hard cock and stroking gently.
He wondered idly if Sean had been looking at his arse when he had slapped it. He wondered if perhaps Sean had enjoyed the way his arse looked when he was bent over, wondered if Sean had gotten aroused looking at him. That idea aroused him further and he wrapped his hand more firmly around his cock and started wanking in earnest at the idea.
In his mind he could see Sean in the shower like he was, or perhaps laying on his bed, soft light from the street lamp outside the only light in the room. He imagined Sean spreading his legs slightly, imagining Orlando’s arse, the feel of it under against his palm, wondering how it would look without that costume on.
His hand started to move faster over his aching cock as he built the picture in his mind. His other hand started to move over his arse, over the cheek that Sean had hit earlier in the day, imagining what Sean would be thinking of.
He thought of Sean imagining him naked as he stroked his cock. Orlando was sure that Sean must have a large cock. He had seen the outline of it through his pants once or twice when he was changing. As Orlando imagined Sean taking down his pants in the trailer, letting him see his cock, watching it get hard, watching Orlando watch him, Orlando finally let himself go. He came in several spurts onto the tile below him, head bent forward, eyes closed, still lost in his fantasies.
After several moments of heavy breathing, Orlando moved his hands under the spray, then rubbed them over his face. As his breathing returned to normal, Orlando shut off the water and climbed out of the shower, making a few passes over his body with a towel before flopping down on his bed, not even bothering to pull up the covers before he fell asleep.