Chapter: 2
Pairing: Ian Mckellen/Sean Bean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ian and Sean have an encounter in an unlocked makeup trailer and Ian worries that it might ruin their friendship.
Modest though a kiss might be in comparison to the other things Ian wanted to do with Sean, their mouths opening almost instantly and their bodies squirming together sensuously were not things he would have wanted anyone else to see. The older man had just placed his hand at the middle of that lovely broad chest, in an effort to push himself away, to perhaps suggest re-engaging at a more discreet location, when a hot tongue entered his mouth. It did so not just to lick along his lips or dip teasingly between them, as it had done before, but to really and fully claim him. Ian moaned softly around its length, spearing it with his own tongue and loving the slick friction as the two organs danced across each other. Sean wanted it; there could be no doubt, from the way he tangled his fingers in Ian�s hair and held on, the way he snaked a hand around to the small of Ian�s back and pressed him closer. The real and simple proof, however, was the way he thrust his hard cock, tucked in tightly behind thick denim, against Ian�s groin as they kissed. The majority of Ian�s attention at that moment, though, was taken up with touching as much of Sean as he could. He loved how the deliciously tight, hard chest heaved under his fingertips and the broad shoulders flexed and rolled as strong arms drew him close. So long had he waited to have his hands on this body, to feel every rigid plane, every firm muscle, that being allowed to do it made his knees weak and his brain cloudy.
Their erections bobbed together through what seemed like miles of wool and cotton and denim, and Ian had to fight down a groan. Sean�s lips left his to slip down and press soft, wet kisses on his jaw and then his throat as the big man�s hand went to cup his ass. Those two places � his throat and his ass � seemed inexplicably connected to his balls and Ian bucked against the younger man with a low growl. He could feel his cock leaking almost painfully, and he briefly wondered if Sean was in the same state. That fleeting image of the big man�s proud cock pressed against his stomach by agonizingly restrictive briefs, dripping beads of pearly moisture, burned through Ian�s body and had him fighting for breath. He had to have it, and if circumstances prevented him from having it inside of him, or in his mouth, he was at least going to have it in his hand.
Continuing to suck at Ian�s neck, Sean thrust his hips forward to allow the older man�s hand to slip between their bodies and undo his fly as quickly as the clumsiness of arousal would allow. Tight briefs were pushed aside carelessly � he had known they would be briefs � and soon Ian had his hand around that marvelous cock. It was dripping and pulsing and hot, just the way he�d imagined it, and he couldn�t suppress a low groan at the feel of it surging against his palm.
�Always happy to help,� Sean grunted, his voice raspy and his lips quirked. Ian froze; he had considered many possibilities � the possibility that Sean was responding to something more like admiration than attraction, the possibility that Sean might reject him altogether � but a pity fuck was something that had never even occurred to him. Surely Sean had more respect for him than that? Did all of his playful flirting, together with his age, make him seem desperate? Ian pushed back shakily, his hand loosening around the younger man�s cock, as he looked him in the eye.
�Sean, you�re not� this isn�t you� helping me, is it?�
�What the� I meant you�re always happy to help me, Ian. It was a fucking joke.� Sean�s reply was hoarse and he thrust his hips against Ian�s hand in what seemed like an entirely involuntary manner. Obviously the younger man wasn�t trying to do any favors for anyone but himself. Grinning, his confidence restored, Ian clamped his hand firmly around the twitching cock and gave it one hard stroke.
�Ahh. So I am,� he said huskily as he leaned in to kiss Sean again. The meeting of their mouths was hungry, but completely without the artistry or conscious intent of the first kiss. Riding Ian�s hand in rough thrusts, the big man seemed to be utterly incapable of controlling what any other part of him was doing. Knowing that, coupled with the way Sean�s burning cock felt in his hand, stripped Ian of his ability to control the kiss any better. Their mouths mashed together, tongues tangling haphazardly, and Ian had to brace Sean against the wall with his free hand to give himself room to work. He was an artiste, after all. Humming softly around that questing, plunging tongue, Ian drew his thumb up the underside of Sean�s erection and caressed the juncture between shaft and head. The big man uttered a rumbling sigh and let his head fall back against the wall, cheeks flushed, brows knitted together. Ian had hoped that that would be the spot that would drive Sean wild and set him huffing and panting, but he was pleased with the reaction nonetheless. A bit more experimentation was in order and he relished the opportunity. Using his whole hand, Ian gave Sean�s cock a few broad, measured strokes, stubbornly resisting the quicker, urgent pace Sean�s hips were trying to set. Grinning wickedly and alternately pursing his lips in exaggerated thoughtfulness as he went about his task, Ian captured moisture from the tip and smoothed it with teasing thoroughness down the length. Starting at the swollen, weeping head, he made one more pass, dipping his fingers lower as he reached the base. Even given his high expectations, Ian could not have anticipated the gratification and raw heat that erupted inside him when he felt how tight and heavy Sean�s balls were and heard the man groan raggedly.
His hand was captured, then, by a rougher one and pressed firmly against that twitching, thrusting cock. Sean�s lips curled into a silent snarl, and the older man was melted by fiery, intense green eyes. Dazed with lust, his own hips thrusting at the empty air, Ian could only comply. He held that fierce gaze and wrapped his hand firmly around the big man�s erection, pumping purposefully.
�Yeah�� Sean choked, his thighs beginning to tremble. Ian looked down, suddenly, at his bulging trousers and his hand around the shuddering cock only inches away from them. In a fit of lust that he would later rationalize as conscientiousness, the older man fell to his knees on the floor of the trailer. The beauty of Sean�s cock sprouting from a mass of hair and gaping denim overwhelmed him; he would never entirely convince himself that, when he took its length into his throat, it had been with any motive other than to have it there, to taste it and feel its weight. Still, of course, his cover story would always be that he had done it to avoid a mess.
No longer caring whether a single hobbit or the entire crew decided to barge in on them at that moment, Ian hollowed his cheeks against the sides of Sean�s erection and sucked him earnestly, desperately. His hands wandered blindly upwards, under the big man�s t-shirt, to fondle the flat, tufted stomach beneath. Loving the clean, slightly bitter taste of Sean�s cock as it slid along the length of his tongue, Ian relaxed his throat and dipped lower.
�I�m gonna come, Ian, I�m gonna fucking come,� Sean growled from above him, scrabbling at the wall behind him as he bucked. There was no blood left above his waist for his brain to toy with, so Ian could only suck harder and bruise the thick ribs under his fingertips in response. The cock in his mouth stiffened further, despite all theoretical plausibility, and Ian whimpered softly around it. He pulled back slightly so that he could lash his tongue along the length as he sucked, and when he dipped into the crease just under the inflamed head he was rewarded with a strangled gasp and an eruption even more overpowering than he had expected. Ian�s balls ached at the feel and sound of Sean�s climax, and the knowledge that he had caused it. Thick, hot pulses filled his mouth and washed over his tongue. Ian swallowed as quickly as he could, struggling to keep up with a volume which seemed to exceed the capacity of the liquid�s previous containers. It was an act he had performed many times in his life, and he was prone to a certain amount of overconfidence with it. All of these factors combined to produce, at the end, a tiny ivory trickle at the corner of his mouth. Its appearance there, as Ian raised hooded blue eyes to watch his lover�s face in the last few moments of rapture, seemed to inflame Sean. Before the older man could react, he was pulled roughly to his feet by one big hand tangled in his hair and another yanking at his shirt. His lips were parted and a hot tongue thrust inside, dragging a labored moan from deep in his throat as the musky flavor of Sean�s come was shared between them. This was different; most of the apparently straight men he had slept with had tried to avoid kissing him after they�d come in his mouth � disrespectful and humiliating! � and some had flat out refused. Not only was Sean willing, but he seemed eager, pulling Ian against him and plundering his mouth as though he hadn�t been relieved only seconds earlier.
The older man had just moved to thread his arms around Sean�s neck when he was spun around quickly and pressed back into a thick, solid torso. He grunted softly in surprise and delight as a strong arm wrapped itself around him and held him tightly.
�You�re next, old man,� Sean panted into his ear. The hot breath singed the fine hairs of his earlobe and Ian let his eyelids flutter closed. He moaned softly as rough fingers tugged open the button of his slacks and worked their way inside. When those fingers brushed across his aching erection in an attempt to free it from the confines of his soft cotton briefs, he melted against the big man behind him and exhaled shakily.
�Mmm� listen to you.� With a low rumble, Sean closed his big hand over Ian�s cock and drew it out into the open air, beginning to pump with forceful, even strokes. Ian jerked, arching back and choking down a groan. �If you make this much noise when you�re trying to be quiet�� The hand around his chest brushed up warmly to pinch an already-erect nipple. That sharp pressure set off a chain reaction of sparks and jolts which seemed to zip through his body on invisible trails, triggering white explosions of pleasure at every erogenous zone he had. ��I wonder how much noise you�d make if I took you back to my trailer�� The hand on his cock squeezed, massaged, caressed, seeming to cover every inch of him at once. Ian�s own right hand flew up behind him to take violent hold of Sean�s hair. Groaning long and low, he rode the big man�s fist in earnest, his breathing becoming more labored with every thrust. ��and fucked your brains out.� Ian moaned freely and his whole body trembled at the thought of having that big, hot prick inside him. He shook, hardly able to stay upright even with assistance.
�God I want that,� Ian whispered hoarsely as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was so close, thrusting carelessly into Sean�s fist, his whole body rigid with anticipation. Moisture weeping from the tip of his straining prick and the repeated stroking had made him so slick that the big man was compelled to squeeze tightly in order to keep hold of him. All the while Sean continued to hiss a steady stream of vulgarities into his ear.
�I�ve wanted it ever since I first saw you� I�ve wanted to smash your face into my pillow and make you scream, Ian� I�ll bet you�re so fucking tight�� Ian arched violently against Sean as he came, spattering the big man�s hand with his come and groaning loudly. Pleasure staggered him and blurred his vision, robbed his lungs of breath and his limbs of vigor. He slammed his hips forward in two, three more fierce thrusts as Sean continued to pump him, drawing the last few drops from his spasming cock, until he shuddered and went limp.
As the blissful haze started to recede, Ian unsurprisingly found himself to be swooning senselessly against the solid body behind him. What did surprise him, however, was the gentleness with which he was being petted, kissed and held upright. As soon as he felt himself capable of it, he stood on his own and shakily zipped himself. Sean pulled away then, taking up the makeup towel Ian had used and wiping his hands on it.
�You had better take that with you.� Ian grinned as he straightened his shirt and fitted his hands down the back of his trousers to tuck it evenly. Looking down at the towel sheepishly, Sean returned the older man�s grin with his own crooked one.
�Yeah, I guess it would be a nasty surprise.� Ian watched him quietly for a moment, feeling almost shy. This was hardly a dockside urinal, to be slunk out of and forgotten, yet he wasn�t at all sure what Sean might make of their coupling. He wasn�t even sure what he made of it. Glancing around absently, in an effort to find something to look at that wasn�t those bright green eyes, Ian winced faintly. They were indeed inside of an unlocked makeup trailer on the set of a well-publicized film. Though he was not usually one to shrink away from sensational press, the old actor certainly didn�t relish the thought of reading about their tryst in the morning papers. Journalists making things up gave him as much as he could possibly ever need in the area of a public sex life.
�I suppose we ought to be going,� he murmured, with a hint of regret. Whatever this thing was between them, it might well end there, and he had to admit that a part of him was loathe to see it go. Sean took a step toward him, towel still clutched in one hand, and nodded once.
�Yeah, probably. Listen, Ian� I�m going to go to opening night of the Importance of Being Earnest, and I want to take you as my guest.� The earnestness on the big man�s face twisted Ian�s stomach and his heart.
�Yes, of course. There�s� no reason why anything should have to change.� He smiled softly, trying to convey as much warmth and acceptance as he felt. Perhaps Sean was just as worried about the possibility of upsetting their friendship as he was. The big man grunted hesitantly.
�Maybe I should rephrase that: I want to take you as my date.� Ian expelled a small puff of air and raised a thick brow.
�Ahh, do you indeed? Are you sure?� His forehead crinkling, Sean scratched uncertainly at his stomach. It was obvious that he hadn�t thought the idea through very far and Ian frowned. Going out in public together would be a big step, and, as much as Ian found himself liking the idea, he was wary of the risks involved. �Perhaps you ought to give it a bit more thought, hmm? Lots of people will be after you for an explanation� people to whom you will probably not feel comfortable pouring out your heart.� Sean chuckled nervously.
�Well� I mean, we wouldn�t be all over each other or anything, right?� Ian crossed his arms gingerly over his chest and regarded Sean incredulously.
�So you�re inviting me on a secret date, then? You�ll take me as your guest and it will be our little secret that it�s something more? No, I�m sorry. That is something I will not do. Really, Sean, you should know me better than that.� Sean looked down, his nose twitching slightly as he leaned back against the waist-high counter that lined three walls of the trailer. Frowning, he rolled his shoulders and cocked his head. With no small amount of effort, Ian willed himself to relax and let go of being miffed. Sean hadn�t meant him any disrespect, and the big man obviously had some things he needed to work out. Every now and then Ian had to remind himself of what it was like to be on the other side of the fence. He knew where the grass was greener, but Sean could only hope and fear. �I�m sorry� I didn�t mean to sound so disapproving. I hope you can understand my point of view; I�ve done that, and I like to think that I�ve earned the right to not have to do it anymore.� Inhaling deeply, Sean raised his serious green eyes to Ian�s crisp blue ones. He leaned away from the counter and stood quietly, studying the older man with a soft, ambiguous expression. Regret? Affection? Ian couldn�t read it and so he simply waited. Dispelling the short, uneasy silence, Sean murmured,
�I understand� and I think� that you�re incredible, Ian.� Giving the big man a soft, genuine smile, Ian put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
�Thank you. Now, shall we get out of here, do you think? Even I wouldn�t like to be caught in this situation.� With a playful wink, Ian slid his arm more fully around Sean�s big shoulders and felt him relax. They left without speaking again and separated outside the door, to walk alone to their respective trailers.