Awakened

Recipient: nessa_t
Author: littlemimm
Pairing: Orlando/Sean
Rating: R
Summary: One version of the infamous rain-and-landslide incident in November 1999.
Notes: This is pretty much an old-school fic, taking place during the filming. There's just something charming about those good old days. The whole cottage thing is taken partly from reality and partly from my imagination, so any inaccuracies concerning canon are more than possible.


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The rain didn't show any signs of stopping, and the air in the cottage felt damp and cool. Of all the possible places, this wasn't exactly the one Orlando had thought to spend his night in, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He and Sean were forced to stay here for the time being, because walking was out of the question and the roads were unusable. On the other hand, it could have been worse. At least Sean was there keeping him company, and they had just had the most enjoyable dinner with the kind lady who had offered them this place to stay in for the night.

"Come on," he said to Sean who was standing by the window, looking outside at the darkness with a gloomy expression that reflected from the glass. "It won't stop just because you look at it."

Sean turned his head towards him, sighed a little, and left the window. He walked to the kitchen area and sat on one of the chairs by the table, tapping his fingers against the wooden surface of the table. He seemed nervous and tired at the same time; a combination Orlando wouldn't have expected.

"Want something?" Orlando asked as he followed Sean. He looked at the sink. "We've got water and, well, water."

Sean looked at him and laughed. "Please, no more water for me. I'm good."

Orlando poured himself a glass, drank it in one go, and put the glass in the sink. He was still full from the spaghetti they'd had earlier. Delicious dinner, that. The wine they'd drunk was also causing a nice, relaxed buzz in his head, and as bleak as the weather was, it didn't succeed in bringing him down.

It felt like something was missing, and he soon realized it was the lack of noise. There were no people hovering around him, applying make-up or adjusting his ears or his wig. No filming crew in sight. There was him, Sean and a cottage that belonged to someone they hardly knew, and that was all. The rest of the world was out there, on the other side of the pouring rain, probably sleeping.

"You want the sofa or the bed?" he asked, glancing at the sofa that looked fairly comfortable. At least comfortable enough to spend the occasional night on.

"You pick, I'll take the other one," Sean said, and Orlando noticed he was yawning now. He, on the other hand, didn't feel as sleepy as he probably should have.

"Take the bed," he said as he walked to the sofa. "I'll sit here and read something."

The truth was, there was nothing to read but a two-month-old women's magazine on the table next to the sofa, but he took it and began browsing through it. Powder tests, perfume advertisements, gossip about the newest Hollywood couples. Nothing that would interest him, but he didn't exactly have a choice. He threw it on the sofa and looked at Sean.

"You look like hell. Go get some sleep. If someone calls and asks for you, I'll come and tell you."

Sean stretched out his arms and leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

"You might be right," he said after a while and got up. "Don't stay up too late."

"I won't."

Orlando looked at Sean who walked to the bedroom and turned on the lights. From where Orlando was sitting, he could see Sean taking his shirt off; unbuttoning the first few buttons and then pulling the shirt off over his head. The buckle of his belt made a small clinking sound as his fingers worked on it, and soon the jeans were off as well. Orlando, realizing he liked the view a little too much, took the magazine and looked at the cover. Top ten catches of the year. Not exactly interesting but still a better option than watching an undressing co-star.

"Night," Sean said from the bedroom while he turned off the lights.

"G'night," Orlando replied. He didn't feel sleepy at all.

* * *

Not realizing he had fallen asleep, Orlando started awake, but he couldn't figure out why exactly. When he opened his eyes, he saw Sean standing in front of him in the yellow light that came from the lamp right beside the sofa. He was looking down at Orlando. There were red markings on his face, sleep lines from the pillow his head had been resting on only moments earlier. He mumbled something, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, but Orlando couldn't hear what he said. Then he walked away. A few moments later Orlando heard the sound of running water from what had to be the bathroom. He looked at his side where there was a crumpled magazine, opened in the middle, one of its pages half-torn. There was a picture from some soap opera; Orlando had no idea which one and didn't really care.

"Can you sleep?" came a voice from the bathroom.

Confused, Orlando tried to parse the words together but failed. Then he looked at the clock. It was half past three in the morning.

"Well, you woke me up."

For a while, the cottage was silent but for the sound of running water. Then that stopped and Sean appeared from the bathroom.

"Sorry about that," he said, drying his face with a towel. "That bed's killing me back," Sean said his arms behind his neck, stretching his upper body first to the right, then to the left and finally forward. Orlando heard a small sound coming from Sean's back as it snapped into place.

Sean let out a long, pleased sigh. "That's better."

He walked to the window and Orlando followed him with his gaze, eyes not quite open and a little sore. It was still dark outside and it was still raining, and he really wanted to go back to sleep. He noticed that Sean was wearing only a pair of black boxers that were now riding dangerously low. Orlando's eyes were fixed on the small of his back, the slight curve of his hips, his skin looking warm and delicious in the yellow light.

It all reminded him of something, something that had happened, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Sean said something but Orlando completely missed the words.

"Sorry?" he asked.

"I said that bloody rain's never going to stop," Sean repeated the words and turned around. "We might as well swim back."

Orlando said nothing. Sean made his way to the sofa and sat down in the other corner from Orlando. "Is this any better?"

"It's bearable," Orlando replied, sinking deeper into the sofa. He had a half-naked Sean next to him, and he understood the strange feeling he'd had a little earlier. Not a memory. A dream he had just had before Sean had woken him up.

The room was dimly lit and there was nobody else there except for the two of them, and Orlando had no idea what he should do. Except go back to sleep, which seemed like the wisest idea but which also seemed rather difficult considering the circumstances.

"You want to change?" he asked, looking at Sean. Shirtless Sean, with only boxers on, his left arm resting on the back of the sofa. Close enough to touch. "I can take the bed if you want."

Sean smiled and picked up the magazine. "Anything interesting?"

Orlando laughed a little. "Not really, unless you're interested in the latest powders."

"Nah," Sean said, browsing at the magazine, looking at the pages one after another. "I trust the make-up people know what they're doing."

Again, everything fell silent around them. Rubbing his palms against his thighs, Orlando glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

"I think I'd better go. Early morning and all that."

Sean raised his eyes at him, muttered something that sounded like an agreement, and since Orlando found nothing else to say, he headed for the bedroom. The sheets, now crumpled, were soft when he settled down on the bed. For a while, he just sat there, wondering what he should do next. Finally he let out a deep sigh and slipped under the sheets. They smelled of Sean, distracting him, but he closed his eyes in determination.

Back in the other room, the springs of the sofa creaked as Sean got up. The sound came back a while later when he must have sat down, then nothing. Soon Orlando could hear Sean's heavy breathing. Some moments later, he also fell asleep.

* * *

Orlando couldn't tell how long he had been asleep when something woke him up, second time that night.

"The sofa's even worse," he heard Sean's voice, and he turned around to face the man who was standing by the bed. He looked like he was in pain, cringing the way he did, holding his other hand on his back. "Move over."

Still in a sleepy haze, Orlando moved closer to the wall, giving Sean as much space as he possibly could on the other side of the bed. Sean slumped down on the bed and yawned. A while later he lay down and adjusted his own blanket around him.

"After that sofa there this bed is almost pleasant," Sean said, and Orlando smiled to himself.

"If you're too sore in the morning, just say the word and I'll give you a backrub or something," he said, and turned his back towards Sean. Sean let out a small chuckle.

"I might take you up for it."

Having Sean there felt nice, even comforting in a way. It reminded Orlando of the nights he had spent with his girlfriend just before coming to New Zealand. Her warm body next to his, her arm touching his. They made him feel calm and relaxed. The first kiss in the morning before getting up. The sleepy smiles and messy bedhair. Orlando missed all that, and having Sean now this close to him was something he hadn't thought he would like quite so much. On the other hand, he knew that if it had been anyone else but Sean, he probably wouldn't have reacted this way.

"If I do something strange, poke me in the side," Sean said, and Orlando laughed.

"Sure."

Sean's steady breathing was the most soothing thing Orlando had heard in a long time, and he drifted into sleep.

* * *

Sean's warm breathing against Orlando's neck was the first thing Orlando noticed upon waking up in the morning. He felt rested, but the warmth of the bed and the man behind him made him want to stay in bed for much, much longer. His pillow was pushed against the wall and his head was resting on his arm. He soon realized his arm had fallen asleep as it now began prickling fiercely, and he grimaced at the growing, sharpening pain. He turned onto his back, trying to move his arm around a little and massage it. Sean, who was now on Orlando's left, turned around as well.

"Are you awake?" Orlando asked him, but there was no reply.

The pins and needles in his arm began to fade away. He turned his head to look around the room; the sun was already rising and casting weak light through the window curtains. The rain had stopped. It probably wouldn't take long before someone came over to see how he and Sean were doing, and soon after that they would most likely continue on their way to Queenstown. This strange vacation would soon come to an end, and the idea bothered Orlando a little. He wouldn't have minded spending a few more days like this.

Sean looked peaceful with his eyes closed and his lips slightly apart. Orlando watched him sleep, feeling a little stupid for liking it so much, then tried to find a way to get up without disturbing Sean's sleep. As he was about to sit up, Sean moved his arm a little and mumbled something in his sleep. Orlando stopped, waiting for Sean to fall into a deeper sleep, but Sean did no such thing. Instead, he shifted a little and pulled away his blanket that fell on the floor, and Orlando saw it.

Oh. Oh.

It had happened to him several times so he should have been expecting it, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind at all.

This was most awkward, he thought, and no longer knew what would be the best thing to do next. He could offer Sean his own blanket and pretend nothing had happened, or he could pretend he was still asleep and only get up once Sean was awake. Either way, he felt trapped.

Sean was talking in his sleep, which was something he seemed to do an awful lot of. Suddenly, between the otherwise unintelligible words, Orlando heard his own name. He stopped breathing and tried to concentrate on Sean's mumbling, but he failed. Sean was smiling, then laughing a little, and then without any kind of warning he put his hand on Orlando's bare stomach.

Not good, Orlando thought. Not good at all. He was already beginning to feel the effects of Sean's warm palm on his belly, and as pleasant as it felt, it was most likely not what Sean had had in mind.

Still, Orlando's body seemed to have a mind of its own, and Orlando felt himself getting hard. He tried to squirm his way out, but there was barely any room for him to move, let alone escape. Sean's fingers pressed against Orlando's skin, slid over to his side and took a firmer grip; as Sean was doing this, he came closer to Orlando until they were laying side by side in a strange kind of embrace, the only thing between them the fabric of Orlando's thin t-shirt.

"Sean," Orlando said in a soft voice. "Are you awake?"

Sean made a sound that could have been anything, affirmation or a simple reflex to another person's voice. He moved even closer, pressing his stomach against Orlando's side, and now Orlando could feel Sean's erection against his boxer-clad hip. The idea of it all was both thrilling and frightening for various reasons, mostly because it was Sean and not someone else, and because Orlando couldn't deny himself that he was attracted to the man. He just wasn't entirely sure whether Sean felt the same way about him, so whatever he did next could have consequences he wasn't ready to face.

"Orli," came a whisper, warm breaths tickling his ear, and then Sean's lips were touching Orlando's shoulder.

Definitely not an accident. A sharp jolt went through Orlando's body as he realized what it must have meant. Carefully, he turned onto his left side until he was facing Sean. Knowing exactly what he wanted to do, he slipped his hand into Sean's boxers. Sean was hard now, as hard as he was, and his cock fit Orlando's hand like it belonged there.

Inching closer to Sean, Orlando whispered Sean's name as he started working on his erection. Again, Sean mumbled something, and a smile appeared on his face. Looking like he was waking up from a pleasant dream, he opened his eyes and looked at Orlando.

"Morning," Orlando said, returning the smile. "You don't want me to stop, do you?"

"No," Sean said in a raspy voice. Then he leaned his head backwards a little as he pushed his hips into Orlando's hand. He licked his lip quickly, then bit the side of his lower lip. Orlando fastened his pace, stroking Sean's cock with a firm grip from root to tip, giving it a small twist, all the while examining Sean's expressions.

"C'mere," Orlando said, then leaned in to give Sean a kiss. The beard on Sean's chin scraped at his lips, and he wanted more. He nipped at Sean's mouth with his teeth, licked the lips with his tongue, and the more demanding Sean's kisses became, the firmer Orlando's grip on his cock became. Sean grunted, hissing and cursing through his teeth as Orlando quickened his strokes.

"Come," he said, looking at Sean. "I want you to."

Soon after those words, Orlando felt Sean spill over his own stomach and Orlando's, and he smiled at the man before giving him one last kiss.

"Damn," he said when he turned over onto his back and pulled his blanket over his lower body. "You're lovely."

Sean snorted. "I'm what?"

"Spent, that's what you are."

For a moment they simply lay there with their eyes closed, neither one of them saying anything. Orlando was still hard and very much aware of it. He slid his hand quietly under the blanket and grabbed at his cock. Sean must have noticed it, because he sat up and put his hand on Orlando's, the blanket still between their hands.

"Don't," Sean said, then pulled the blanket off him and threw it on the floor on top of the one that was already there. Then Sean started pulling off Orlando's boxers, nimble fingers sliding under the waistline, fingertips caressing his skin, and soon Orlando was naked.

The sensation was startling at first. He felt Sean's beard scraping against the skin of his inner thigh, and it was something he wasn't at all used to. When Sean kissed his thigh, it felt soothing, and Orlando wanted nothing more than Sean's mouth on his cock.

His wish was granted when Sean licked at the head of his cock, carefully at first, like he was tasting it, then he wrapped his lips around it and took it deep into his mouth. Nothing had ever felt like that, and Orlando felt like he could suddenly lose his mind.

He wanted to last for a good while, because Sean's mouth on his cock felt even better than Sean's cock had felt in his hand, but he was too close and Sean's hot mouth didn't help one bit. Before he could ask Sean to stop or at least slow down, he came, every muscle in his body tensing up. It felt almost too good to be true.

"Oh god," he said, breathing heavily.

Sean laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I think we're even now."

"Yeah. You could say that."

Sean got up, took off his stained boxers and picked up the two blankets on the floor. He threw the other one to Orlando.

"We should still have time before they start bothering us," Sean said. "Don't know about you, but I'm knackered."

Orlando had forgotten about the others. For the past few moments they hadn't even existed. Now it all came back to him. Work, shooting of the scenes, travelling to Queenstown. Landslide. He didn't want to think about them right now. He pulled the blanket tighter around him and closed his eyes. He just wanted to sleep for a while longer before facing the day.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, there came a ringing from the other room. One of those damn phones.

"It's mine," Sean said, sighing heavily, and got up. Naked, he walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where he picked up his phone. The steady, low sound of speech was suddenly interrupted by Sean's swearing. Orlando wondered what it could have been. Probably someone telling them that they would have to stay at the cottage, but even that didn't seem too bad.

He got his answer when Sean came back. The sight of him, with shorn hair and beard and bare skin, made Orlando smirk a little, and he couldn't keep his hand off Sean when the man came back to the bed and sat down.

"What was it?" he asked.

"The good part is that we're getting out of here today," Sean began, then paused. "The bad part is that we'll have to fly."

Well, that would explain it, then. The swearing bit. The only reason they had taken a car instead of flying to Queenstown was because Sean hated flying.

Sean picked up his shirt and put it on. His movements were sharp and he seemed tense. Muttering to himself, he picked up his jeans.

"If that chopper falls down, I'll go and gut Peter. I swear."

Orlando had no doubt he would. He would just have to find a way to get Sean's mind off the whole thing. Somehow he had a feeling he should be able to do that.

..end..

 


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