Public Spaces (Sean/Elijah) PG-13
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moit_ficsTitle: Public Spaces
Author: Moit
Fandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Sean/Elijah
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: This is a birthday present forink_gypsy. It's a little outtake from your icon where Sean is wearing the scarf. Sadly, I don't know which con they were at, but it was definitely during LotR junkets. I know I've said before that I don't like writing S/E, but I wrote this for you because I know you'll really appreciate it. As a writer, that's all I ask. :)
Sean leaned over to say something, and obediently Elijah met him halfway.
"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do with this scarf when we get back to the hotel?"
Elijah's cheeks flushed red. He glanced sideways at the crowd before them; naturally they were watching every move Sean and Elijah made, but it wasn't always bad to pander to the fans.
"What?" Elijah forced himself to ask, meeting Sean's smiling hazel eyes for just a moment.
Sean leaned in closer to be sure that only Elijah's ears could hear what he was about to say.
"I am going to tie you to the bed with it and then I am going to kiss every inch of your body until you can't stand it any more. Then, and only then, am I going to make love to you until the wee hours of the morning."
Cheeks burning, Elijah sat back in his chair and hiked one ankle up on the opposite knee to keep the crowd from seeing the erection that suddenly sprung up in the crotch of his jeans. Next to him, Sean was smirking because he knew exactly what his words did to the younger man. The crowd was still oblivious, though a few of them were better at guessing the chemistry between Frodo and his Sam better than most.
Elijah sighed deeply. It was going to be a long interview, and the chairs they were sitting on weren't the most comfortable, especially if you were trying to hide the hard-on your boyfriend just gave you in front of a crowd of your fans. Being famous was tough, but being Elijah Wood was a lot harder.
Author: Moit
Fandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Sean/Elijah
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: This is a birthday present for
ink_gypsy. It's a little outtake from your icon where Sean is wearing the scarf. Sadly, I don't know which con they were at, but it was definitely during LotR junkets. I know I've said before that I don't like writing S/E, but I wrote this for you because I know you'll really appreciate it. As a writer, that's all I ask. :) Sean leaned over to say something, and obediently Elijah met him halfway.
"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do with this scarf when we get back to the hotel?"
Elijah's cheeks flushed red. He glanced sideways at the crowd before them; naturally they were watching every move Sean and Elijah made, but it wasn't always bad to pander to the fans.
"What?" Elijah forced himself to ask, meeting Sean's smiling hazel eyes for just a moment.
Sean leaned in closer to be sure that only Elijah's ears could hear what he was about to say.
"I am going to tie you to the bed with it and then I am going to kiss every inch of your body until you can't stand it any more. Then, and only then, am I going to make love to you until the wee hours of the morning."
Cheeks burning, Elijah sat back in his chair and hiked one ankle up on the opposite knee to keep the crowd from seeing the erection that suddenly sprung up in the crotch of his jeans. Next to him, Sean was smirking because he knew exactly what his words did to the younger man. The crowd was still oblivious, though a few of them were better at guessing the chemistry between Frodo and his Sam better than most.
Elijah sighed deeply. It was going to be a long interview, and the chairs they were sitting on weren't the most comfortable, especially if you were trying to hide the hard-on your boyfriend just gave you in front of a crowd of your fans. Being famous was tough, but being Elijah Wood was a lot harder.
