FIC: Paris in the Spring (SB/OB, NC-17)
Title: Paris in the Spring
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: SB/OB
Rating: NC-17
Archive: northern_softy orlandoslash fellow_shippers bean_squee troy_rps Any one else just ask.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: moldava
Notes: Started as a drabble... Look what happened.
Orlando paid the driver and stepped out of the cab. Nervously he shouldered his bag and stared at the building in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and walked inside.
'Confidence,' Sean had told him, 'is all you really need and you'll look like you belong anywhere.'
Orlando didn't really feel confident, but he was an actor and he could act confident. And confident he acted as he walked up to the counter.
"Good afternoon, sir," a trim brunette with a warm smile greeted him as he approached. "How may I help you?"
Orlando cleared his throat. "I'm here to check in," he told the young woman and gave her the name Sean had told him to use.
"Excellent," she said, typing away on her keyboard. "Just a minute."
After a few moments, she stood to retrieve a key, then returned and handed it to Orlando.
"Here you go, sir," she said with a smile. "Room 1404. It's on the fourteenth floor. The elevator is around the corner on the right. Just to let you know, my records show that the other person in your party checked in this morning. If there is anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please let us know."
"Thank you," Orlando said, returning her smile.
"You're welcome," she said. "Enjoy your stay in Paris."
Orlando made his way to the elevator, waving off the porter who approached to take his bag. He watched the numbers light up as the elevator slowly made the climb to the fourteenth floor. Stepping out of the elevator, Orlando glanced to the right and the left, trying to get an idea of where the room might be. There were surprisingly few doors and Orlando had to double check that he was even on the right floor. With less trouble than he had anticipated, he found the door with 1404 on it and slid his key-card into the slot. When the green light flashed, he removed his key and pushed the door open.
As he stepped into the room, he gasped in surprise to find himself not in a bedroom, but in a spacious living room.
"Everything all right, luv?" a thickly accented voice asked and Orlando turned to find Sean rising from an over-stuffed armchair in the corner of the room.
Orlando nodded, dropping his bag from his shoulder and quickly crossed the room to wrap his arms around Sean's neck.
"Everything is great now," he said.
"Good," Sean said, then lowered his lips to Orlando's and kissed him.
For several minutes they just stood there kissing, Orlando's fingers threading through Sean's hair and Sean's hands gripping Orlando's hips. Finally Sean drew back from Orlando's lips and pulled Orlando into a hug, burying his face against Orlando's neck.
"It's so good to see you again," he said, his breath against Orlando's neck, causing Orlando to shiver.
"It's good to see you again too," Orlando said, squeezing Sean as tight as he could.
"Did you have any trouble finding the hotel?" Sean asked, wrapping one of Orlando's stray curls around his finger.
"No," Orlando said. "No problem at all. Just took the express train from the airport to the train station, then took a cab from there. But I really don't understand why you wanted to stay at a place like this."
Sean sighed and ran his fingers through Orlando's curls, watching them spring back into place when they were released.
"You'll be needing to stay in places like this soon enough, babe," Sean said gently. "It's only two months until Fellowship comes out. You've said yourself that you are already getting noticed. It's going to get worse."
"Yeah," Orlando said, resting his head on Sean's shoulder. "It just doesn't feel like me sometimes. I mean, you look like you belong in places like this. I just feel like a kid playing dress-up."
"I know," Sean said, resting his cheek against the top of Orlando's head. "You'll grow into these kind of places soon enough, luv. You're going to be a big star soon and privacy like this will be a luxury. But thankfully it's a luxury that can be bought."
"So," Orlando said, pressing himself against Sean, "you've bought all this privacy for us, what are you going to do with it?"
"I'll tell you," Sean said, letting his hands travel from Orlando's shoulder, down his back, to rest just above the curve of his ass. "First, I'm going to take you into the bedroom and remove all of your clothes. Then I'm going to let you choose, either a long, hot shower or a relaxing, warm bath. Then, when the grime and stress of travel has been washed away, I'm going to lick you dry. Then, after you are totally dry, I'm going to lay you down on that king-sized bed in the master bedroom and make love to you until you're moaning my name. Then, when you are totally exhausted, I'm going to order all of your favorite foods from room service and feed them to you. After that I am going to drink champagne from your mouth. Finally, I'm going to beg you to make love to me until the sun comes up."
Orlando let out a small whimper and began to grind himself against Sean, feeling Sean's own arousal pulsing against his. Orlando wrapped his arms tightly around Sean's neck and Sean’s hands moved under Orlando’s thighs to support his weight as he wrapped first one leg and then the other around Sean's waist. Staggering slightly, Sean carried the young man through the front room and into the master bedroom. Sean carefully sat down on the edge of the bed with Orlando's legs still wrapped around his waist. Orlando reached up to cradle Sean's head in his hands and began to kiss him with soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses that left Sean hard and leaking in his pants. Sean pulled back and began to leave a trail of kisses down Orlando's neck. When he reached the collar of Orlando's shirt, he began to slowly unbutton Orlando's shirt, nibbling around Orlando's collarbone, grinning at the feel of Orlando's cock pulsing against his stomach. When all of the buttons had been undone, Sean slowly pushed the garment from Orlando's shoulders.
"Sean, please," Orlando panted out, shifting around in Sean's lap.
"Please what, luv?" Sean asked, grinning into Orlando's neck.
"Anything," Orlando groaned. "Please. It's been too long."
"It has been," Sean nodded in agreement.
Sean gently removed the young man from his lap so that he was standing in front of Sean. Quickly Sean reached out and pulled down the zipper of Orlando's pants, allowing them to fall to his ankles. Orlando stepped out of the pants, kicking off his shoes in the process. Sean stood and reached for the bottom of his sweater, but Orlando stopped him.
"No, let me," he said, replacing Sean's hands with his own.
Slowly Orlando drew the sweater over Sean's head, followed by Sean's undershirt. Carefully Orlando ran his hands over Sean's chest and stomach. As his hands reached the waistband of Sean's pants, he heard Sean make a slight moaning noise. Orlando grinned and unbuttoned Sean's pants but left them zipped. Slowly he dropped to his knees and carefully helped Sean slip out of his shoes, them gently peeled Sean's socks off. Then he reached up to pull Sean's zipper down, licking his lips at the sight of Sean's cloth-covered erection. With more speed, he pulled Sean's pants down his legs, them stood as Sean stepped out of them. Orlando reached out and drew Sean in for several more minutes of kissing.
"Shower or bath?" Sean asked when he finally pulled back.
Orlando toyed with the waistband of Sean's boxer-briefs for a moment while he considered his options.
"Bath," he said finally, pushing Sean's underwear down.
Sean stepped out of his last piece of clothing, smiling as Orlando swallowed hard.
"Come on, baby," Sean said, grinning, walking toward the bathroom.
Orlando quickly stripped out of his underwear and all but ran after Sean into the bathroom.
By the time Orlando made it into the bathroom, Sean already had the water running.
"Do you want some bubble bath or something, you southern softy?" Sean asked as Orlando wrapped his arms around Sean, nuzzling against the back of Sean's neck.
"I do not use bubble bath, you northern bastard," Orlando said, nipping playfully at Sean's neck.
"I use bath oil," he said after a moment, hiding his face in Sean's neck.
Sean laughed and glanced at the plethora of bathing supplies sitting by the tub.
"Well," he said, trying to suppress a laugh, "we have something flowery that is supposed to give you energy or something herbal that is supposed to relax you."
"The herbal one, please," Orlando said. "I'm not so much of a pretty boy that I actually want to smell like a flower."
This time Sean did laugh.
"Good thing for me," he said as he added the bath oil. "At that point I might as well date a girl."
"Oh shut up, you wanker," Orlando said.
Sean chuckled for a few more moments while he tested the water to make sure it would be a good temperature for Orlando. Once he determined that it was, he got into the tub and settled with his back against the back of the tub. Smiling, he reached his hand out to help Orlando into the tub and settled Orlando between his legs, the young man's back resting against Sean's chest.
Orlando sighed in contentment at the feel of Sean's arms wrapped around his body.
"It's good to be with you again," Orlando said, intertwining his fingers with Sean's.
"Aye, it is," Sean sighed in agreement. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get some time off."
"It's ok," Orlando said, resting his head against Sean's shoulder. "I'm just happy to be here with you now."
"Me too, baby," Sean said.
"Thank you for this trip," Orlando said after a minute. "I've always wanted to go to Paris."
"I know," Sean said, kissing Orlando's temple. "That's why I suggested a vacation here."
"I appreciate it," Orlando said, tilting his head up to give Sean a quick kiss. "Now, are you going to wash me?" he asked with an impish grin.
"Demanding elf, aren't you?" Sean asked, reaching for a bar of soap.
"You wouldn't want me any other way," Orlando responded with a grin.
"Too true," Sean responded and began to wash the young man.
By the time Sean had finished washing Orlando, or at least as much of Orlando's body as he could reach from his position, Orlando was writhing in his arms.
"I thought this bath oil was supposed to calm you down," Sean said with a grin as his hand brushed over Orlando's erection.
"I guess you're more powerful than the bath oil," Orlando quipped as Sean placed the bar of soap on it's ledge.
Sean titled Orlando's head back so he could kiss the young man. Orlando's hands gripped at Sean's strong thighs, still squirming as Sean continued to kiss him, so soft and slow it almost felt like torture.
"Please, Sean," Orlando pleaded. "I can't take much more of this."
"Anything for you, luv," Sean whispered softly against Orlando's ear, causing Orlando to shiver.
Slowly Sean let his hand drift down Orlando's chest, stopping to play with one of Orlando's nipples, then the other. Further down, he paused to play with Orlando's belly button and caress the spot where he knew without looking that Orlando's tattoo was. Finally he let his hand fall further down, encircling Orlando's erection in a firm grasp. Slowly Sean drew his hand up and down, feeling Orlando's breath hot against his neck. As Sean strokes began to speed up, Orlando's hips began to pump in time to the movement. This time it was Sean's turn to moan as Orlando's ass began to rub against his already aching erection.
"Baby," Sean breathed against Orlando's damp curls. "If you don't stop moving like that, you're going to make me embarrass myself."
Orlando's breath hitched and his cock pulsed in Sean's grasp.
"Don't say stuff like that, luv," Orlando gasped.
"Why not?" Sean asked, trying as hard as he could not to give in and thrust against Orlando's writhing body.
"Turns me on so much knowing that you could get off from this," Orlando said, licking at a small bead of sweat running down Sean's neck.
"Oh baby, keep doing that and I will," Sean said, licking his lips.
Orlando didn't answer verbally, rather he began to suck lightly at the sensitive skin just below Sean's collarbone. Sean moaned and thrust his hips up, allowing his erection to slide between Orlando's cheeks. Orlando gasped and his hips began to thrust faster and he bit lightly at Sean's skin. Sean dropped his other hand down to squeeze gently at Orlando's balls. Orlando's fingers dug into Sean's thighs and he bit firmly down on the smooth skin just above Sean's pec as he came.
As Orlando's aftershocks subsided, Sean grabbed at his hips, bringing the young man flush against his and thrust against him roughly several times before burying his face against Orlando's neck and coming with a groan.
For a few moments, they sat there, trying to catch their breath. Finally, Orlando stood up on shaky legs and stumbled out of the tub. Sean let the water out of the tub and grabbed one of the two large towels on the rack next to the tub and wrapped it around Orlando's shoulders.
"Feel better?" Sean asked with a smile.
"Yeah," Orlando said, leaning his head against Sean's shoulder.
"Tired?" Sean asked, beginning to dry Orlando's damp skin with the towel.
"Kind of," Orlando admitted sheepishly.
"Then let's take a nap," Sean said, grabbing the second towel to wrap around his waist. "Because you're going to need a lot of energy for what I have planned for you this week.
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: SB/OB
Rating: NC-17
Archive: northern_softy orlandoslash fellow_shippers bean_squee troy_rps Any one else just ask.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: moldava
Notes: Started as a drabble... Look what happened.
Orlando paid the driver and stepped out of the cab. Nervously he shouldered his bag and stared at the building in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and walked inside.
'Confidence,' Sean had told him, 'is all you really need and you'll look like you belong anywhere.'
Orlando didn't really feel confident, but he was an actor and he could act confident. And confident he acted as he walked up to the counter.
"Good afternoon, sir," a trim brunette with a warm smile greeted him as he approached. "How may I help you?"
Orlando cleared his throat. "I'm here to check in," he told the young woman and gave her the name Sean had told him to use.
"Excellent," she said, typing away on her keyboard. "Just a minute."
After a few moments, she stood to retrieve a key, then returned and handed it to Orlando.
"Here you go, sir," she said with a smile. "Room 1404. It's on the fourteenth floor. The elevator is around the corner on the right. Just to let you know, my records show that the other person in your party checked in this morning. If there is anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please let us know."
"Thank you," Orlando said, returning her smile.
"You're welcome," she said. "Enjoy your stay in Paris."
Orlando made his way to the elevator, waving off the porter who approached to take his bag. He watched the numbers light up as the elevator slowly made the climb to the fourteenth floor. Stepping out of the elevator, Orlando glanced to the right and the left, trying to get an idea of where the room might be. There were surprisingly few doors and Orlando had to double check that he was even on the right floor. With less trouble than he had anticipated, he found the door with 1404 on it and slid his key-card into the slot. When the green light flashed, he removed his key and pushed the door open.
As he stepped into the room, he gasped in surprise to find himself not in a bedroom, but in a spacious living room.
"Everything all right, luv?" a thickly accented voice asked and Orlando turned to find Sean rising from an over-stuffed armchair in the corner of the room.
Orlando nodded, dropping his bag from his shoulder and quickly crossed the room to wrap his arms around Sean's neck.
"Everything is great now," he said.
"Good," Sean said, then lowered his lips to Orlando's and kissed him.
For several minutes they just stood there kissing, Orlando's fingers threading through Sean's hair and Sean's hands gripping Orlando's hips. Finally Sean drew back from Orlando's lips and pulled Orlando into a hug, burying his face against Orlando's neck.
"It's so good to see you again," he said, his breath against Orlando's neck, causing Orlando to shiver.
"It's good to see you again too," Orlando said, squeezing Sean as tight as he could.
"Did you have any trouble finding the hotel?" Sean asked, wrapping one of Orlando's stray curls around his finger.
"No," Orlando said. "No problem at all. Just took the express train from the airport to the train station, then took a cab from there. But I really don't understand why you wanted to stay at a place like this."
Sean sighed and ran his fingers through Orlando's curls, watching them spring back into place when they were released.
"You'll be needing to stay in places like this soon enough, babe," Sean said gently. "It's only two months until Fellowship comes out. You've said yourself that you are already getting noticed. It's going to get worse."
"Yeah," Orlando said, resting his head on Sean's shoulder. "It just doesn't feel like me sometimes. I mean, you look like you belong in places like this. I just feel like a kid playing dress-up."
"I know," Sean said, resting his cheek against the top of Orlando's head. "You'll grow into these kind of places soon enough, luv. You're going to be a big star soon and privacy like this will be a luxury. But thankfully it's a luxury that can be bought."
"So," Orlando said, pressing himself against Sean, "you've bought all this privacy for us, what are you going to do with it?"
"I'll tell you," Sean said, letting his hands travel from Orlando's shoulder, down his back, to rest just above the curve of his ass. "First, I'm going to take you into the bedroom and remove all of your clothes. Then I'm going to let you choose, either a long, hot shower or a relaxing, warm bath. Then, when the grime and stress of travel has been washed away, I'm going to lick you dry. Then, after you are totally dry, I'm going to lay you down on that king-sized bed in the master bedroom and make love to you until you're moaning my name. Then, when you are totally exhausted, I'm going to order all of your favorite foods from room service and feed them to you. After that I am going to drink champagne from your mouth. Finally, I'm going to beg you to make love to me until the sun comes up."
Orlando let out a small whimper and began to grind himself against Sean, feeling Sean's own arousal pulsing against his. Orlando wrapped his arms tightly around Sean's neck and Sean’s hands moved under Orlando’s thighs to support his weight as he wrapped first one leg and then the other around Sean's waist. Staggering slightly, Sean carried the young man through the front room and into the master bedroom. Sean carefully sat down on the edge of the bed with Orlando's legs still wrapped around his waist. Orlando reached up to cradle Sean's head in his hands and began to kiss him with soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses that left Sean hard and leaking in his pants. Sean pulled back and began to leave a trail of kisses down Orlando's neck. When he reached the collar of Orlando's shirt, he began to slowly unbutton Orlando's shirt, nibbling around Orlando's collarbone, grinning at the feel of Orlando's cock pulsing against his stomach. When all of the buttons had been undone, Sean slowly pushed the garment from Orlando's shoulders.
"Sean, please," Orlando panted out, shifting around in Sean's lap.
"Please what, luv?" Sean asked, grinning into Orlando's neck.
"Anything," Orlando groaned. "Please. It's been too long."
"It has been," Sean nodded in agreement.
Sean gently removed the young man from his lap so that he was standing in front of Sean. Quickly Sean reached out and pulled down the zipper of Orlando's pants, allowing them to fall to his ankles. Orlando stepped out of the pants, kicking off his shoes in the process. Sean stood and reached for the bottom of his sweater, but Orlando stopped him.
"No, let me," he said, replacing Sean's hands with his own.
Slowly Orlando drew the sweater over Sean's head, followed by Sean's undershirt. Carefully Orlando ran his hands over Sean's chest and stomach. As his hands reached the waistband of Sean's pants, he heard Sean make a slight moaning noise. Orlando grinned and unbuttoned Sean's pants but left them zipped. Slowly he dropped to his knees and carefully helped Sean slip out of his shoes, them gently peeled Sean's socks off. Then he reached up to pull Sean's zipper down, licking his lips at the sight of Sean's cloth-covered erection. With more speed, he pulled Sean's pants down his legs, them stood as Sean stepped out of them. Orlando reached out and drew Sean in for several more minutes of kissing.
"Shower or bath?" Sean asked when he finally pulled back.
Orlando toyed with the waistband of Sean's boxer-briefs for a moment while he considered his options.
"Bath," he said finally, pushing Sean's underwear down.
Sean stepped out of his last piece of clothing, smiling as Orlando swallowed hard.
"Come on, baby," Sean said, grinning, walking toward the bathroom.
Orlando quickly stripped out of his underwear and all but ran after Sean into the bathroom.
By the time Orlando made it into the bathroom, Sean already had the water running.
"Do you want some bubble bath or something, you southern softy?" Sean asked as Orlando wrapped his arms around Sean, nuzzling against the back of Sean's neck.
"I do not use bubble bath, you northern bastard," Orlando said, nipping playfully at Sean's neck.
"I use bath oil," he said after a moment, hiding his face in Sean's neck.
Sean laughed and glanced at the plethora of bathing supplies sitting by the tub.
"Well," he said, trying to suppress a laugh, "we have something flowery that is supposed to give you energy or something herbal that is supposed to relax you."
"The herbal one, please," Orlando said. "I'm not so much of a pretty boy that I actually want to smell like a flower."
This time Sean did laugh.
"Good thing for me," he said as he added the bath oil. "At that point I might as well date a girl."
"Oh shut up, you wanker," Orlando said.
Sean chuckled for a few more moments while he tested the water to make sure it would be a good temperature for Orlando. Once he determined that it was, he got into the tub and settled with his back against the back of the tub. Smiling, he reached his hand out to help Orlando into the tub and settled Orlando between his legs, the young man's back resting against Sean's chest.
Orlando sighed in contentment at the feel of Sean's arms wrapped around his body.
"It's good to be with you again," Orlando said, intertwining his fingers with Sean's.
"Aye, it is," Sean sighed in agreement. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get some time off."
"It's ok," Orlando said, resting his head against Sean's shoulder. "I'm just happy to be here with you now."
"Me too, baby," Sean said.
"Thank you for this trip," Orlando said after a minute. "I've always wanted to go to Paris."
"I know," Sean said, kissing Orlando's temple. "That's why I suggested a vacation here."
"I appreciate it," Orlando said, tilting his head up to give Sean a quick kiss. "Now, are you going to wash me?" he asked with an impish grin.
"Demanding elf, aren't you?" Sean asked, reaching for a bar of soap.
"You wouldn't want me any other way," Orlando responded with a grin.
"Too true," Sean responded and began to wash the young man.
By the time Sean had finished washing Orlando, or at least as much of Orlando's body as he could reach from his position, Orlando was writhing in his arms.
"I thought this bath oil was supposed to calm you down," Sean said with a grin as his hand brushed over Orlando's erection.
"I guess you're more powerful than the bath oil," Orlando quipped as Sean placed the bar of soap on it's ledge.
Sean titled Orlando's head back so he could kiss the young man. Orlando's hands gripped at Sean's strong thighs, still squirming as Sean continued to kiss him, so soft and slow it almost felt like torture.
"Please, Sean," Orlando pleaded. "I can't take much more of this."
"Anything for you, luv," Sean whispered softly against Orlando's ear, causing Orlando to shiver.
Slowly Sean let his hand drift down Orlando's chest, stopping to play with one of Orlando's nipples, then the other. Further down, he paused to play with Orlando's belly button and caress the spot where he knew without looking that Orlando's tattoo was. Finally he let his hand fall further down, encircling Orlando's erection in a firm grasp. Slowly Sean drew his hand up and down, feeling Orlando's breath hot against his neck. As Sean strokes began to speed up, Orlando's hips began to pump in time to the movement. This time it was Sean's turn to moan as Orlando's ass began to rub against his already aching erection.
"Baby," Sean breathed against Orlando's damp curls. "If you don't stop moving like that, you're going to make me embarrass myself."
Orlando's breath hitched and his cock pulsed in Sean's grasp.
"Don't say stuff like that, luv," Orlando gasped.
"Why not?" Sean asked, trying as hard as he could not to give in and thrust against Orlando's writhing body.
"Turns me on so much knowing that you could get off from this," Orlando said, licking at a small bead of sweat running down Sean's neck.
"Oh baby, keep doing that and I will," Sean said, licking his lips.
Orlando didn't answer verbally, rather he began to suck lightly at the sensitive skin just below Sean's collarbone. Sean moaned and thrust his hips up, allowing his erection to slide between Orlando's cheeks. Orlando gasped and his hips began to thrust faster and he bit lightly at Sean's skin. Sean dropped his other hand down to squeeze gently at Orlando's balls. Orlando's fingers dug into Sean's thighs and he bit firmly down on the smooth skin just above Sean's pec as he came.
As Orlando's aftershocks subsided, Sean grabbed at his hips, bringing the young man flush against his and thrust against him roughly several times before burying his face against Orlando's neck and coming with a groan.
For a few moments, they sat there, trying to catch their breath. Finally, Orlando stood up on shaky legs and stumbled out of the tub. Sean let the water out of the tub and grabbed one of the two large towels on the rack next to the tub and wrapped it around Orlando's shoulders.
"Feel better?" Sean asked with a smile.
"Yeah," Orlando said, leaning his head against Sean's shoulder.
"Tired?" Sean asked, beginning to dry Orlando's damp skin with the towel.
"Kind of," Orlando admitted sheepishly.
"Then let's take a nap," Sean said, grabbing the second towel to wrap around his waist. "Because you're going to need a lot of energy for what I have planned for you this week.