Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: oh yeah, NC-17, baby

Pairing: SB/OB, VM/OB

Summary: Here there be smut. 

Archive: Please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Post-coital rimming (somewhat), toy use, explicit language, mild angst. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: Um yeah. ..horny muses. Don't blame me...this chapter is a double decker of smut.  Enjoy!
Posted Mar.  29, 2007

Orlando could barely contain himself as he slipped into the locker room. He had already seen Sean naked and erect, so he had no problem picturing him in the communal shower, his skin gleaming under the water, braced against the wall as he fisted his cock with long pulls...

He bit his lip to stifle the groan forming in his throat. There was no need to fantasize any longer, not when he had the real thing just within his reach. Time for action. 

After making sure than no one else was around, Orlando locked the door and stripped his clothes off. The last piece to go was his shorts. He had gone commando, but he was now regretting it because they caught a bit on his raging erection. His earlier resolve faded when the lightweight cotton brushed against his stiff, pulsing flesh, causing small shocks to travel throughout his whole body. He bit his lip and worked the garment off, pausing to rub his palm against his hard shaft. He whimpered at the contact and reached up to pinch a nipple, hungry for any sort of touch. 

He allowed himself to indulge for a few seconds before he went back to the task at hand. He pulled a packet of lube out of the pocket of his shorts and then crept towards the communal shower area, feeling sweat trickle down his chest and back from the humid air. 

His breath caught as he rounded the corner. Just as Orlando had imagined, Sean was leaning against the wall while he touched himself. This time, though, it wasn´t Viggo that had caused this state. 

Orlando´s cock twitched as he watched Sean arch back under one of the showerheads. Water cascaded over the firm muscles of his back and chest, and soapy foam trickled down his well-defined stomach muscles, gathering at the base of his hard cock. 

He had his right hand firmly wrapped around his shaft, while his left cradled and rolled his bollocks. His throbbing flesh was wet and glistening as he tugged on his erection with long pulls, and the muscles in his arse flexed while he pushed into the tight channel formed by his fist. 

"Christ," Orlando muttered under his breath. He needed to get in there before one of them exploded. Minding the slippery tiles, he padded up behind Sean and wrapped his hand around Sean´s dick. 

Sean whirled around, blinking in shock when he saw who grabbed him. "Orlando?"  he asked. 

The lusty glaze was clearing from his eyes, and Orlando knew that something had to be done now or the moment would be lost. He dropped to his knees and swallowed most of Sean´s cock in one gulp, making sure to keep eye contact while he did it. 

"Fuck!"  Sean moaned. His hips snapped forward on instinct, and Orlando relaxed his throat, letting Sean´s entire length slide in. He reached up and squeezed Sean´s arse, urging him on. 

Needing no further prompting, Sean pulled back slowly, his eyes darkening when he saw Orlando hollowing his cheeks. Orlando sucked with eagerness, flicking his tongue along every inch of hard flesh that he could reach; savoring the hot droplets of water and pre-come dripping into his mouth. 

Sean groaned and plunged forward again, thrusting in and out at a vigorous pace. His enthusiasm encouraged Orlando to increase the suction. He slurped and tightened his lips as much as possible, letting his teeth graze over Sean´s erection. 

"You little cocksucker. You just can´t get enough, can you? I can´t wait to bury myself in that tight little arse of yours."  Orlando´s dick twitched when he heard *that* growl in Sean´s voice -- the one that was just pure, undistilled sex. 

His control broke and he let go Sean´s cock with a soft pop. Standing up quickly, he pressed forward and pushed his erection against Sean´s, grinding against him. 

"Need you to fuck me now," he said. He didn´t care how shameless or how frantic he sounded, all he wanted was to be filled right now. 

Sean tangled strong fingers into Orlando´s wet curls and captured his lips, ravaging his mouth with a demanding kiss. Orlando whimpered and let Sean take control, melting in Sean´s strong arms as the breath was stolen from his body. When Sean finally came up for air, he nipped the sensitive skin at the base of Orlando´s neck. 

"Where is it?"  Sean purred. 

Oh, holy fucking hell. That was one of Orlando´s hot spots, guaranteed to reduce him into a puddle of babbling goo. His head was spinning like mad when he opened his palm and held up the packet of lube. Sean took the sachet and tore it open with his teeth, keeping his eyes on Orlando´s the entire time. 

Christ. If the voice wasn´t enough to kill his all of his brain cells, the predatory gleam in Sean´s gaze was finishing him off. Orlando just wanted to spread his legs and let Sean ravish him against every available surface; fucking him until he could practically feel Sean´s cock in his throat and taste that hot, creamy load spilling into his mouth. 

It was so tempting, but Orlando needed to get control of the situation. He had set everything up, and it was going to play out as he wanted it. 

He wiggled out of Sean´s grasp and repositioned himself so that he was facing the tiled wall of the shower. He bent over at the hips again, using his hands to balance himself. The water had plastered his curls to his face, and he gazed over his shoulder, looking at Sean with a silent plea. 

"You don´t need to prep me," Orlando said raggedly. Thinking and breathing properly was a chore. All he could focus on was having Sean inside him. "I greased myself up with silicone lube before I came to the gym." 

Sean´s pupils dilated before he quickly squeezed out some gel and applied it. As much as he wanted to, Orlando controlled himself from urging Sean to hurry the hell up. Still, he was dripping like mad when his hips were finally seized in a crushing grip. He moaned when he felt the heat of Sean´s cock nudging his entrance. 

To hell with waiting. He pushed back suddenly, crying out as he speared himself on Sean´s hard flesh. 

"Fuck!"  Sean exclaimed. Orlando smiled and flexed his internal muscles, feeling smug beyond all belief when he heard Sean gasping out loud. 

"You always knew that I could twist Viggo around my finger with the death grip," Orlando purred. 

He tightened his arse down again and rippled the muscles of his channel along Sean´s erection, smiling when he heard a choked noise in response. 

"Something the matter?"  Orlando said as innocently as possible, which was difficult to do when a large, heavy cock was stretching him open and filling up every inch of him. 

"Hearing...and actually having yourself squeezed...flat, are two different things," Sean replied. He gurgled when Orlando flexed and massaged his shaft again. 

"Yeah...wanted this for so long," Orlando moaned, arching his back. "Give it to me." 

Orlando clenched as much as he could to signal how ready he was. He let out a sharp cry when Sean jabbed him with enough force to make his teeth rattle moments later. 

"Oh Christ, yes! Do that again!" 

He wailed at the top of his voice when Sean obliged, slamming in deep and causing shocks to cascade through his entire body. Orlando rippled his muscles and Sean took the hint, speeding up and rapidly pounding into Orlando in a quick, staccato rhythm. 

Hot water sluiced over their bodies, magnifying the sound of their flesh slapping together. Orlando kept his eyes locked on Sean, watching him toss his head back at the apex of every thrust, flinging water out from his sandy blond hair. 

The heat, the wetness...it was too much. Orlando reached down and grabbed his cock, tugging on it until he came hard, wailing as long ribbons of milky fluid painted the tile in front of him. 

He clamped down, and he felt Sean´s rhythm falter. Sean thrust once, twice and then roared, fingernails digging into Orlando´s hips as his body went stiff. Orlando moaned when he felt Sean´s cock pulsing deep inside of him, filling him with hot liquid. 

Orlando reached back and stroked Sean´s flanks, cooing nonsense until Sean´s tense body went limp and collapsed on top of his. 

Hot air puffed over his ear. "Christ, that was fantastic," Sean murmured. 

Orlando felt his knees shaking. "Oh God...I´m not going to be able to hold us up. Can you pull out?" 

With a small chuckle, Sean braced his hand on the tile wall and boosted himself upright before he pulled out. Orlando moaned as the fullness left him, and he wished that they could have stayed like that a few minutes longer. He stumbled a bit as he tried to stand up. 

"My legs feel like wet noodles," Orli said. He looked down at the welts on his hips. "Thank God I don´t have to do my nude scene yet. Wolfgang would have a fit if he saw these marks." 

A hot mouth latched onto his neck. "Whinge, whinge, whinge. That´s nothing and you know it," Sean replied into his skin. 

Orlando chuckled. Sean did tend to bite when he was excited. After Sean had finished his run with Macbeth, he practically tore the house apart when he had been reunited with Viggo. 

Orlando still remembered how Viggo had looked like he had wrestled with a mad octopus when he came down for coffee the next morning. It had been one of Sean´s and Vig´s longest hauls apart, and they had fucked so much that they actually cracked one of the wooden slats in the box spring. 

"I can take anything you can dish out," Orlando replied, lowering his voice to a sultry husk. "Anything." 

He felt Sean´s cock stirring against him. "Then let´s see how sturdy the beds are in your room." 

"Let´s get the hell out of here."  He gave Sean a long, deep kiss before he reached over to turn off the taps. 

Getting dressed and driving to the hotel just took too long for Orlando´s taste. He almost caused an accident because he couldn´t keep his hands off of Sean, petting and touching him the entire way back. 

As soon as the door had swung closed, Sean pinned Orlando against the wall and snogged him, ravishing his mouth so thoroughly that the room was spinning underneath his feet. While Orlando was trying to re-orient himself, Sean practically ripped their clothes off, as if every second they were clothed was unbearable. Sean only paused when they were both naked and his hands finally stroked over Orlando´s bare skin. 

"So fucking smooth," Sean said in that sexy as hell voice of his. 

He mapped his hands up the length of Orlando´s torso, pausing to tease the large nipples. Orlando convulsed and arched up, running his fingers through Sean´s hair. 

"God..." he moaned as he felt the sensitive discs furling into tight peaks. 

Sean descended lower, kissing every patch of skin until his face was level with Orlando´s cock. Smiling devilishly, he swiped his tongue along the length before he took the tip into his mouth, sucking and probing the slit with teasing licks. 

Orlando´s head fell back and he moaned, his erection swelling to full hardness within seconds from Sean´s ministrations. Sean opened his mouth and slid down a tiny bit before he bobbed up, stopping when the ridge of Orlando´s cock passed between his lips. Then he slid back down, taking a little more before he pulled back again. 

A helpless whimper escaped Orlando´s mouth. The heat and wetness, combined with the wicked swirls of Sean´s tongue were reducing him to incoherency again. He cried out and bucked when Sean nudged his legs apart and eased two fingers into his still-slippery passage. 

"Christ," he said in a broken voice, feeling his legs go weak when Sean began to pump his fingers, increasing the suction on his cock at the same time. 

Orlando bucked forward with a soft cry, losing himself in the feeling of Sean´s fingers sliding through the mixture of lube and spunk inside of him and that skillful mouth around his erection. Thoughts had long ago stopped; all Orlando could focus on was the need to thrust, to bury himself over and over again until he climaxed. 

Then, the delicious tingling ceased. Orlando was about to whinge up a storm when Sean cut him off. 

"I want to watch you fuck yourself."  he growled. 

He then pulled his wet fingers out and slowly licked them, keeping his gaze locked with Orlando´s as he cleaned off his come. 

Oh. Holy. Fuck. Orlando shivered when he saw the pure, unadulterated hunger in Sean´s eyes. If Sean wanted a show, a show he would get. 

Orlando wiggled free and strolled over to his luggage, putting a sexy roll into his hips. He kept his toys stashed in his suitcase, not wanting a maid, or worse, a crazed fan to come across them. 

The green dildo was buried under all of his clothes. Orlando bent over at the hips, giving Sean a nice view while he fished it out. 

Knowing that Sean´s eyes were still on his arse, Orli glided over to the bed, making sure to stretch his body like a cat´s as he crawled onto the mattress, keeping every move as sinuous as possible. 

He pushed the messy blankets to one side before he rolled onto his back, using the toy to trace a path from his collarbone down to his crotch. 

Sean was on the bed in moments, perched near Orlando´s feet. It was a bit of a stretch, but Sean managed to reach over so he could retrieve the bottle of lube that Orlando had stashed inside the nightstand. 

His raked his eyes over every inch of Orli´s body, his predatory gaze causing the lust burning inside of Orlando to flare even hotter. 

Orli´s fingers trembled as he popped the bottle open and applied gel to the dildo. No...he couldn´t lose control now. Taking in a deep breath, he gazed at Sean from underneath his half-lidded eyes and purred, "When I play with this one, I always imagine that it´s you fucking me." 

Sean didn´t reply, but his tongue flicked over his lips in a nervous gesture. Orlando decided to press his advantage. He bent his left leg at the knee, keeping his foot flat on the mattress while he pushed his right leg straight back. 

Orlando silently thanked the fact that he had been practicing yoga for a while. This allowed him the flexibility to keep moving back, until his leg was almost touching his nose, spreading his pink hole wide open for display. He heard an intake of breath beside him, and he looked up to see Sean staring in rapt fascination. 

Gotcha. Now to reel him in. Orlando stretched his lips in a languorous smile before he pushed the toy into his arse. 

"Fuck!"  he hissed out. The fingers of his left hand dug into the sheets. He was oversensitive from their earlier shagging, and the dildo was curved so that it would hit his prostate. He pumped the toy with deep, hard thrusts, writhing as it sunk into his hole and filled him. 

"God...so good..." he moaned. 

The next moment, something brushed across his entrance. Orlando snapped his eyes open, and he saw Sean´s hand between his legs, two fingers gleaming from the gel that coated them. 

"Oh yeah," Orlando said, trembling in anticipation. He gasped when Sean eased a finger in, pushing the dildo even more against Orlando´s prostate. 

"You just can´t get enough, can you?"  Sean said. "Want more, you little slag?" 

"Oh God, please," Orlando moaned. 

He keened when he felt another finger being added, and he thrashed around as the pressure increased. Sean began to pump his fingers in tandem with the motion of the dildo. Orlando cried out with every push -- he had never been this full before and lights were sparking behind his eyes. 

"Fuck yes!"  He pushed his hips down, a boundless hunger coiling in his groin. He craved more...so much more. Another push...and the fullness inside of him increased, driving all rational thought from his mind. 

He wailed, and his right hand dropped down to clutch at the sheets. He had no control over his muscles any longer, all he could think of was ending this sweet torture. 

"Goddamnit Sean, please! Make me come!"  Sweat covered his body as he writhed on the sheets, thrashing around and moaning in frustration until a hand seized his cock. 

That one touch was enough. The room shattered around him as he let out a primal scream, pumping upward into Sean´s fist as long, pearly strands of his release shot up and coated his chest. 

He was still flying when he felt the fullness disappearing from his arse. He was about to let out a whinge of protest, but it was cut off when his other leg was pushed back into his ear and Sean shoved his cock deep inside him. Orlando gasped at the sudden penetration, feeling the tingles in his body starting up again. 

"Do you know how fucking sexy you were?"  Sean growled, his voice rough with unchecked desire. 

He pulled back and slammed in hard, wringing another cry from Orlando´s lips before he changed his grip and started thrusting at a rapid pace. 

Orlando couldn´t talk at all, since the breath was being driven out of his lungs by the merciless pounding he was receiving. He thrashed around, helpless to do anything but submit to Sean´s will. 

Sean´s body abruptly stiffened and his mouth dropped open in a silent cry. He drove in once more before he leaned over and bit down on Orlando´s shoulder, every muscle tensing as he climaxed. 

When he finally slumped in exhaustion, Orlando said, "Wolfgang´s going to skin you alive for that one." 

Sean was panting like he had swum the length of the English Channel. He poked his head up and tried to focus on Orlando´s face. "Huh?" 

"The new bite on my shoulder, you daft bugger," Orlando said with a laugh. He wriggled around and got his legs into a more comfortable position around Sean´s waist. 

"Mmmm, that last round from you got me hard again," Orlando murmured, pressing his renewed erection against Sean´s belly. "But you probably can´t get it up again so soon." 

Sean chuckled and dragged a finger through the drops of milky fluid dappling Orlando´s nipples. 

"Then maybe I should lick you clean and then give your arse a thorough tongue-fucking until I´m good and ready."  His eyes were glinting with mischief. "I´m not going to stop until you pass out." 

Orlando laughed at the statement. "I dare you to try, man. I never pass out." 

The next expression on Sean´s face as he pulled out made Orlando wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. 

*** Sunlight peeked through the open curtains as dawn broke, dappling Orlando´s naked body with small bands of light. He was in a deep, dreamless sleep; his relaxed, contented face looking incredibly young. The sunbeams eventually traveled up to his eyes, prodding him awake. 

Orlando yawned and stretched his body as far as it would go, wincing at the soreness in his arse. Still, he was in a supreme state of bliss. Sean had tried his damndest, but Orlando had triumphed in the end, riding Sean hard until Sean had passed out after an earth shattering orgasm. 

The top sheet was bunched underneath Orlando, a hasty replacement sometime during the night because the fitted sheet had become a biohazard from all of the lube Sean has used when he had four fingers deep inside of Orlando´s arse. 

Orlando frowned. Speaking of Sean, where in hell was he? Orlando expected him to be sleeping in since he didn´t have an early call this morning...maybe he had gotten hungry and went down for a bite to eat? 

That theory was shot down when Orlando saw that the shower hadn´t been used. There was no way Sean would have breakfast reeking of sex. 

Orlando grinned as he plucked his t-shirt off one of the lamps. Sean was definitely a wild one, he was surprised that they didn´t break the bed last night. 

Orlando felt a small throb in his groin as his mind replayed a few choice moments. It was every bit as good as he had fantasized, but a small thought was niggling at him, trying to scratch it´s way to the surface. What was it? Before Orlando could mull it over, the hotel phone rang. 

He picked it up and said, "´lo?" 

Eric replied, "We have to be on set in an hour. Drag your well-shagged arse out of bed and shower that reek off of you. You must have had a really good night." 

Orlando grinned. "It was completely brilliant. I don´t think I´ll be able to sit properly all day." 

"I figured...you didn´t answer your mobile when I called you earlier." 

"Huh? I always leave it on."  Orlando jumped out of bed and frowned. His phone was sitting on one of the tables. He flipped it open and was puzzled when he saw that it had been turned off. 

He padded back to the nightstand and picked up the receiver. "Eric? I think I´m going barmy." 

"Like that´s a first." 

"Cunt. No, seriously, I don´t remember taking my mobile out of my pocket and turning it off last night...but here it is, out and off. I must have been really out of my head." 

"No really?"  Eric said with exaggerated sarcasm. "That´s just not like you, Orli. You´d *never* do that." 

"Fucking bastard," Orlando replied. "Look, pop on by in about half an hour? I´ll be ready to go by then." 

"All right. Bye." 

"Bye," Orlando said. He rushed into the shower and cleaned up as fast as he could manage, knowing that even though he decided to forego styling his hair, it would still be a press for him to be ready. 

He barely had enough time to dress and finish up his morning skin care regimen before he heard a loud knock. He bounded over and whipped open the door. "Oi, it´s a great morning, isn´t it? Let me grab a few things and then we can go." 

A grin stretched across Eric´s face. "If this is what a night of vigorous shagging does for your mood, I need to add start adding Spanish Fly to Sean´s dinner. Speaking of which, where is he?" 

"Dunno. He might have gone out for a bit of coffee or something."  He grabbed his mobile and keys and said, "Come on, we have to run or we´ll be late." 

"Especially since you´re always forgetting things," Eric finished. 

"Sod off, you wanker," Orlando shot back cheerfully. Today was just going to be fantastic, and even Eric´s needling couldn´t shatter his euphoria. 

In fact, all of the small disasters that were thrown at Orlando that day just didn´t make a dent on him. The snarled traffic that almost made them late, the last minute change in scheduling that meant that Orlando would be on set for 12 hours that day, the new lines that were handed to him at the last moment...he let everything roll off of him with a laugh. 

The temperature was beginning to rise again when a burned out light caused them to call a break. Orlando trotted over to the shaded area where Brad was lounging. 

"It´s just going to be a gorgeous today, isn´t it?"  He eased himself into a chair and let out a happy sigh. 

Brad tilted his head and looked at Orlando skeptically. "Whatever the hell you´re smoking must be some good shit, because we´re in for a fucking miserable time. It´s probably going to break a hundred again." 

"I´m not on anything man. Just feeling good, yeah?" 

Brad rolled his eyes. "If you say that you´re just high on life, I´m going to deck you." 

"Nah, he´s high on getting the stuffing fucked out of him," Eric said from behind Orlando´s ear. 

"Seriously?"  Brad replied. "It worked?"

Orlando nodded and tugged at his collar, exposing the bite on his shoulder. "Check this out." 

Brad whooped and thumped Orlando hard on the back. "Congrats, man! I knew you could do it." 

Orlando laughed and said, "Thanks! You two are the best -- I owe both of you several bar crawls." 

"Just pick Truth the next time we do Truth or Dare," Brad said with a grin. "I want details." 

"Oh no...hell if I´m going to give you material for your pervy fantasies." 

"Get over yourself. You two are the last people I´d fantasize about."  Something caught his eye and he looked past Orlando, "Hey, speak of the devil...Sean´s over there talking to one of the crew." 

"He is?"  Orlando turned around and waved frantically at Sean. He raised his voice several decibels and yelled out. "Oi! Get over here, you great bloody stud!" 

To Orlando´s surprise, Sean gave no indication that he had heard a thing. "What in fuck? Has he gone deaf?" 

"No, he keeps looking in our direction," Eric replied. "You got his attention, all right." 

"Bollocks, does Wolfgang need him or something?"  Orlando asked. 

Brad replied, "I don´t see him around. Looks like Sean is just chatting." 

Orlando decided to take matters into his own hand and he trotted over to where Sean was. He had almost reached his goal when Sean turned on his heel and disappeared into the bustling crowd. 

Orlando screeched to a halt. What in fuck had happened? He was about to chase after Sean when an assistant plucked at his elbow and said that Wolfgang needed to talk to him. 

It turned into a long and involved meeting over how they wanted Paris´ character to develop, and what they wanted to do for his love scenes with Diane. Then Orlando had to have his make-up touched up so that they could shoot some scenes with Eric. He didn´t have a chance to find Sean until suppertime. 

He decided to be sneaky this time, and had bribed Claudia to find him. Soon enough, he received a text message that Sean was near Kraft Services. He texted her back, asking her to keep him occupied. 

Orlando crept around the trailers, listening carefully for the low tones of Sean´s voice. Soon enough, he heard a familiar laugh around the corner. 

He pounced out of hiding, ruffling his fingers through Sean´s hair. "Gotcha!"  he said. 

Sean sputtered and tried to pry him off, which wasn´t easy because Orlando was good at dodging. He finally grabbed an arm, but Orlando laughed and spun out of Sean´s grasp. 

"You´ve been avoiding me all day, luv! Is it my aftershave?"  Orlando said. 

There was a nervous flash in Sean´s eyes but it quickly faded. "I´ve just been busy. You know how it is." 

One of the things every actor learns is how to read body language. And something about Sean´s seemed off to Orlando. He didn´t do any of the usual small gestures that indicated that they had been intimate last night...no standing closer than usual, or leaning unconsciously towards each other. On the other hand, there were no aggressive gestures, nothing to indicate that he was narked. If anything, he held himself as he normally did when Orlando was around. 

While Orlando was taking this new information in, his mouth decided to blurt out one of the pressing questions in his head. "So...where were you off to this morning?" 

Sean ran a hand through his hair and said, "Sleeping in my bed, you daft cunt. Where else would I be?" 

With that statement, he took his leave from Claudia, leaving Orlando to wonder at the surreal turn the day had taken. 

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