Playing Cat and Mouse
Title: Playing Cat and Mouse
Pairing: Sean/Elijah
Rating: R
Disclaimer: No I don’t own them, yes this is made up.
Feedback: As always, any is much appreciated.
Notes: for telstar109 , with the prompt: "mouse". From this AU.
It’s midsummer. Sean is sweating in his work suit by the time he reaches his flat. The windows of every room apart from his are open. Even from this distance, he can hear Elijah’s thudding music echoing down. He tuts slightly at the cigarette butts crowding the metal ashtray mounted on the wall, swipes his key card and enters.
He’s on the second flight of stairs when he runs into Elijah Wood.
“Hi, Sean,” Elijah says. He’s barefooted and bespectacled, wearing too-tight jeans, and chewing on his bottom lip.
“Hello,” Sean replies politely, trying not to look at the intriguing bulge at the front of Elijah’s jeans.
“Sean, don’t freak out or anything,” Elijah says, “but can I ask you a favour?” His voice is somewhat subdued.
Sean is instantly suspicious. He frowns. “What sort of favour?”
“Well,” Elijah begins, leaning against the banister of the stairs, “my sister owns a pet mouse, right? But she’s on holiday, so she’s given it to me to look after. And...erm...it was out of it’s cage, and it sort of...ran off.”
Sean is appalled. “What?! It ran off? So, it’s somewhere in our building? Elijah, mice can get underneath doors, can’t they? It might be in my flat...”
“Yeah, that’s kind of what I’m asking you. Can I come in and have a look for it?”
Sean rolls his eyes, but leads the way up to his flat. Elijah follows him in, fidgeting. He starts peering into corners and looking under the pristine leather sofa. Sean ignores him and throws off his blazer and tie, undoes the first two buttons on his shirt, and heads to the fridge for a beer.
There are only two bottles left. He sighs, and gets them both out. “Beer?” he offers Elijah, wearily.
Elijah looks surprised but pleased to be offered. “Oh, OK, thank you.”
“D’you need a hand?” Sean asks, once he’s opened both bottles and had a long swig from his. “We’ll find it quicker if we both look.”
“I guess. Thanks.” Elijah has made his way into the kitchen, and is on his hands and knees looking under a cupboard. The denim is stretched tight over his arse and thighs, and there’s a strip of bare skin between the waistband and Elijah’s t-shirt that suddenly looks very appealing to Sean. He shakes his head, takes another swig of beer, and kneels next to Elijah to peer under the next cupboard.
“I don’t think it’s in here,” Elijah says eventually, straightening up and pushing his glasses up his nose.
“I don’t think so either,” Sean says. “We would have heard it scratching.
Elijah nods, getting to his feet and giving Sean a hand up. His hands are soft and cool, and they make Sean very aware of his own sweaty palms.
They sit in companionable silence for a moment on the sofa with the beer. Sean feels slightly awkward being this close to Elijah. Even though their one night stand was over a year ago now, they don’t spend enough time with each other to know each other well. He risks a quick glance at Elijah, and catches Elijah watching him, with his head tipped slightly to one side. When their eyes meet, Elijah quickly looks away.
“What?” Sean asks.
“Nothing,” Elijah says. He glances back at Sean, and takes another sip of his beer.
Sean starts peeling the label off his bottle, and tries to think of something to say.
Turns out he doesn’t have to, because Elijah leans a little closer and kisses him.
Sean doesn’t think for the next minute or so, until they break apart. Elijah doesn’t meet his eyes - he’s blushing shyly, which surprises Sean.
“Well,” he says. He’s still holding his bottle. He takes a thoughtful swig, and sets it down on the coffee table. He still can’t think of anything to say, bar a request for another. So he leans over, and this time, now that he’s got his hands free, he’s able to gently comb one through Elijah’s hair and rest the other on his bony knee. Sean’s cock is getting hard, and he can tell by the way Elijah is shifting about that his must be too.
When they break apart this time, Elijah raises an eyebrow. Sean knows exactly what he means, and nods. They take no more than a minute to get completely naked - including Elijah’s spectacles. Despite Sean’s usual preferences, this isn’t going to be a long, slow episode of love-making - there won’t be any sensual removing of the other’s clothes. It’s too hot for that, and he’s too hard. And after all, he doesn’t want Elijah to get bored.
The sofa is leather, which Sean doesn’t think would be such a great place for two sweaty bodies. So he perches on the edge of the coffee table, careful not to knock over his beer. Elijah sits next to him, and Sean roams his hands over Elijah’s ribs as they kiss again. The last time he slept with Elijah, he was too drunk to remember it the next day, so it’s practically a new discovery. Elijah is lovely. And then he’s getting onto his knees on the rug and pushing Sean’s thighs apart, kissing a trail down his chest to his cock.
Sean tries not to buck into the heat of Elijah’s mouth. He groans. He’s not sure what to do with his hands, so he just leans on them for support as Elijah sucks hard, the tip of his tongue playing down the vein on the underside of Sean’s cock. It’s a matter of moments before Sean is hard, panting, and ready to come.
“Elijah,” he mumbles warningly, but Elijah ignores him, and Sean can’t help his hips from jerking this time as he comes with a rush into Elijah’s mouth. He tries to catch his breath, watching transfixed as Elijah’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
“C’mere,” Sean whispers, and Elijah sits up next to him, folding one leg up under him and letting Sean run his fingers over his hard cock. Three hard strokes and Elijah comes with a sigh over Sean’s hand.
They sit there in a sweaty silence only broken by the sounds of two sets of harsh breathing, and neither notice as a small brown mouse creeps under Sean’s door and runs towards the kitchen.