The Exorcist
Six in the morning and Sean stumbled into the trailer ready to be transformed in Boromir, Heir to the Steward of Gondor. Viggo and Orlando were already in their chairs, partway through their own transformations.
Viggo looked up and grinned at him. "Hey, you look like hell."
"Thanks." Sean rolled his eyes and sipped at the coffee one of the crew had just thrust into his hands.
"Seriously, are you ok?" Viggo gave him a concerned look.
Sean yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Didn't get much sleep, that's all. And you can take that look off your face Bloom! It's not what you think!"
Orlando's smirk slipped from his face as he realised just how wrecked the other man looked. He looked hard at Sean, "What's up? Seriously, you look really out of it."
"Oh, nothing. I mean it." Sean shook his head as if to clear his mind and then switched to blokey, jovial mode to fend off any further queries from his two friends.
Viggo and Orlando exchanged a puzzled look and continued with preparing for the first scene being shot that day.
Lunch was a complete bun-fight. The hobbits were their usual rowdy selves, much innuendo was being thrown around the lunch tent and it occurred to several of the crew that there might be blood spilled at some point. It also appeared that Bean was the target of the fun. This, considering Sean's mood, was not a good sign.
"For the last fucking time, you little horrors, I did NOT spend last night being shagged senseless by ANYONE!" Sean was on the point of picking up Dominic and throwing him bodily out of the tent. It was Dom who was the chief culprit of the teasing. He had noticed the dark circles under Sean's eyes and decided that the older man had obviously got lucky the night before.
"Oh go on Sean! Tell who she was?" Dom was in full flow now, "Bet it was that slinky piece from the bar the other evening. She was all over you. You crafty old dog, you got your end away, didn't ya?"
"Piece?" Sean Astin gave Dom his best elderly states-hobbit look.
Dom grinned back at him, "Sorry Sean. I keep forgetting how right on you are! Anyway, I'm only joking!"
Sean Bean took this lull as a good time to attempt his getaway. Sadly, he was caught before he could get further than rising from the table.
"Come on Sean, you can't run and you can't hide. We hobbits will track you down and wrestle it out of you!" Elijah laughed.
Sean shook his head and in a low voice replied, "It's not a woman."
Every pair of eyes around the table stared at him. He threw his hands up, "OK! Bloody nosy bastards. But you're just going to rip the shit out me about this." He sighed and continued, "It's the new house." He blushed and finally mumbled, "It's got bad vibes." And with that, he sat back in his chair, folded his arms and stared them all out.
It was Viggo, good friend Viggo, who finally spoke. "Well, you know, buildings often seem to retain energy from past residents or events. So, it may just be that, being a sensitive guy, you're picking up something still hanging around from something that happened there previously."
Dom couldn't pass this one by. "Sensitive? Hang on, are we talking about the same guy here?" He leaned forward across the table and fixed Sean with an amused look, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Yep. Looks like a sensitive new man to me! Can't imagine 'how' I missed it!" The whole table burst out laughing.
Sean stood and picked up his things. "Fuck off. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I'm hardly the most fanciful person, but you try being alone in that fucking house, it gives me the creeps!" And with that he strode out of the tent.
Viggo shook his head at Dom. "That was mean. Sean's hardly someone to be easily spooked. He must be feeling pretty freaked about it to have said something."
Having decided that he would rather die than give any further evidence of his obvious wimpishness, Sean kept his temper for the rest of the day as he was treated to a thorough teasing by the rest of the cast and crew.
By the time Sean got home, he was feeling pretty pissed off. Standing in the middle of the sitting room he looked around him. It appeared to be a perfectly nice, light, airy, tastefully decorated and furnished house. He couldn't begin to imagine why he felt such a violent reaction to the place. As a result of this reaction he spent most evenings trying to find excuses to visit other people or drag them out somewhere. Anything to get out of the house. Well, he was determined that tonight he would stick it out. He'd be buggered if he let some namby pamby, stupid *feeling* ruin his life.
He had got so far as perusing the take-away menu from a local pizza-place when there was a loud knock at the door. He perked up, hoping that it was Viggo come to drag him out to eat, or Dom wanting to make amends for the teasing that afternoon with a visit to the pub.
Sean opened the door to find Orlando standing on the step, cigarette in one hand and a carrier bag in the other.
Orlando beamed at him, "Hi Sean. Gonna let me in?"
"Sure." Sean stood back to let Orli move past him into the house.
It occurred to Sean that he had never spent any time alone with Orlando. They were often together as part of a group, but this was the first time that they had been alone, apart from the occasional early morning call, waiting for make-up in their trailer. Not that he didn't enjoy the young man's company, in fact he suddenly realised that he very much enjoyed it. Not a man to over analyse, he shrugged the realisation off and wondered to what he owed this visit.
"I brought you something." Orlando broke into Sean's musings. "Well, actually I brought you a few things." He was beaming happily, almost nervously.
Seeing that Orlando was hardly the most sedate of individuals it didn't occur to Sean to wonder at the energy being given off by the younger man. "Anything good?" Sean asked. "Alcohol would do nicely for a start."
At this, Orlando opened the bag and produced a bottle. He handed it to Sean, who read the label and smiled. "Lovely, I do enjoy a nice Merlot. Cheers Orli, I'll get the corkscrew."
Orlando watched Sean disappear into the kitchen and tried to remain calm. So far so good. As he had listened to Sean's explanation about the house that afternoon a plan had popped into his head. It wasn't a fool-proof plan, but it was pretty damn good if he said so himself. And even if it didn't work, it was coming from a genuine concern over Sean's unease over his living situation.
Sean returned from the kitchen and handed Orli a wine glass. "Cheers. Now, what else have you got there?"
Orli took a sip of wine and put the glass down on the table. He opened the bag once more and with a flourish produced a small bottle of some radio-active-looking pink liquid.
Orli beamed at Sean and handed him the bottle.
The label showed a poor line drawing of a woman (well, Sean thought it *looked* like a woman) leaning over what he took to be a sink. The concoction was apparently called 'To Get Rid Of Floor Wash'. He looked up at Orli, who was now almost bouncing off the walls in glee, and then continued to read the instructions. 'Mix half a bottle in a bucket of warm water. Whilst washing the floor, concentrate hard on the thing you wish to be rid of.'
Sean stared at Orlando who burst out, "I thought we could give it a go! I mean, it won't do any harm will it? You can just think of it as an attempt to see off the bad vibes in this place. What d'ya think?" He looked so pleased with himself that Sean began to smile.
"You're a total head-case, you know that?" He thought for a moment and then said, "Fuck it! Let's do it! Better than sitting around trying to find an excuse to get the hell out of this place."
They moved into the kitchen. Sean handed Orlando a bucket and watched as he poured in half the contents of the bottle and then filled the bucket to the top with hot water.
When Orlando tried to move past Sean with the bucket and mop Sean stopped him. "Here, I should be doing that. I am capable of mopping a floor you know! And anyway, surely it's gotta be me that does it for it to work?"
Orli thought for a moment. It was tempting. Sean bending over to push the mop across the parquet was a ridiculously appealing thought. Then again, so was having Sean watch him do the same. In fact, he was pretty sure that he could make the most of this opportunity to show himself off to good advantage. He slid past Sean, "No, it's fine. I can mop and you can do the *concentrating*. Ok?"
They cleared the floor of the sitting room, moving rugs out of the way, chairs up on the table, books and magazines from the floor. When they had as clear a surface as possible, Orlando set to work.
Sean stood at the edge of the room shifting uncomfortably. As Orli began to pump the mop up and down in the bucket, loading it with soapy liquid, he felt a strong urge to put his hands over the younger man's and hold him still. Sean had had this feeling around Orlando before. Actually, he had it quite often. Orli's energy always made him feel giddy. He almost laughed out loud at such a ridiculously stupid phrase, but giddy was exactly how he felt.
"Ok, Sean. Now you have to concentrate on asking whatever is here to leave. It'd probably be best if you speak out loud, I dunno, just go for it! Ask nicely, but firmly." Orlando was on a roll, "Explain about how you really like the house, but how they've really outstayed their welcome - well, maybe don't be quite as aggressive as that!" He laughed and continued, "You know! Just, well, just wing it! Think of it as improv and you'll be fine."
"Or-lan-do. Have you done this sorta thing before?" Sean was thoroughly suspicious now.
Orlando had finished loading the mop and was about to begin mopping. He straightened up and faced Sean with a huge, beaming Orli smile on his face. "Well, not exactly. But, I did see The Exorcist a couple of times!"
Sean began to laugh. Really laugh. A head thrown back, throat exposed, adams-apple jumping, teeth-baring laugh.
Orli beamed even wider at him. Fucking gorgeous. Completely, shaggably gorgeous. It occurred to him that this was going pretty bloody well. Sean was getting nicely relaxed and here was the perfect opportunity to show off how nice, thoughtful, and well, just how damn sexy Orli could be. "Come on, go for it! Just start speaking, I'll mop and, if I feel you're not doing it forcefully enough, I'll give you a hand with the channelling!"
Feeling embarrassingly self-conscious, Sean slouched against the wall out of Orlando's way and began to mumble. "Erm. Well, I. Well, I just think that whatever or whoever you are, it's time to... erm."
"Cross over!" Orlando interjected loudly. "For fuck's Sean! Give it some wellie! Haven't you ever seen Poltergeist?" He rolled his eyes and began to move the mop across the floor in long, slow strokes. He was aware that his t-shirt was riding up a little and his jeans lowering just a bit on his hips as he bent over. Good. Let Sean get an eyeful. Then maybe later, he'd give him something even better to look at.
Sean coughed and straightened up. "Poltergeist, eh? Yeah. I saw that. Good thinking, Orli." He took a deep breath and in his best actorly voice began to intone, "Cross over! Go towards the light!"
Orlando snorted, but seeing Sean's raised-eyebrow glare continued his work, trying to keep the laugh trapped in his throat from exploding out and putting the other man off.
"Hear me, foul pestilence, be gone! Away! Out damn spot!" Sean was getting into his stride now.
"Sean!" Orli leaned on the mop handle and raised his eyebrows, "I think you have to be a little less Shakespearean here. And anyway, maybe the *presence*," he made little quote marks around the word with his fingers, "would appreciate a less over-the-top approach, eh?"
Clearing his throat and trying not to laugh, Sean continued. "I'd be very grateful if you'd consider leaving and moving on somewhere. There are lots of other houses that I'm sure you'd find much more comfortable."
Orli glanced up at Sean, pretty sure where this was heading. He began to laugh.
"Yes, in fact I know of a *very* nice house that you'd be thoroughly comfortable in. Bit messy," At this point Orli almost took umbrage but saw the huge, sexy smile on Sean's face and let him continue. "Well, maybe not. Actually, I can think of somewhere that you'd really enjoy hanging out in. Very nice guy called Dom lives there." Orli burst out laughing. Sean grinned, "Yes. He's also neat and tidy and is a very good cook. Also got a very nice arse. But I digress."
Not as nice as Orlando's of course. Sean stopped speaking and gazed at the sight of Orlando bent over, languidly moving the mop, tongue poking slightly out of his mouth. Lower back exposed as he bent over, smooth skin, wonderful arse. Christ the things he could do to that arse. He suddenly noticed that Orli had stopped mopping and had turned to look at him. "What?" Sean asked as Orli glared at him.
"Dom has a nice arse?" For a brief moment Orli had felt a surge of jealousy when he had heard Sean's comment. Realising that this was not the way to go, he decided to try and turn the admission to his advantage. He shook his head slowly, "Only shows that you *seriously* need to get laid, Sean! Anyway, as I think that we've pretty much covered this part of the evening, I've one more thing to help the exorcism along." He walked over to the table and picked up the bag he had arrived with. From its depths he produced a small bag. Grinning he took an ashtray and poured the contents of the bag into it. Sean watched the proceedings, trying to work out what Orli was doing. At first he had thought there was hash in the bag, but apparently not. Orlando made a small heap out of the dusty substance and then, taking his lighter from his pocket, he lit it. "Incense. To get rid of the fucking awful smell of that floor-wash!" They both laughed.
"Now," Orlando walked towards the kitchen, "where's the rest of that wine!"
They spent the next half hour or so sitting companionably, drinking at the kitchen table. "So, you think it's safe to go back in yet?" Sean was feeling decidedly loose. He had gradually become aware that the tension in the air between Orli and himself had become somewhat more focused. They were flirting mildly. Nothing too explicit, just subtly. He found he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Orli was great company, as well as not exactly being hard to look at. At the beginning of the evening he had been surprised to find that his attraction to the young man appeared to be returned. Now he was pretty sure it was, he felt much more relaxed. Maybe it was time to take the initiative. "Let's go see if the spirits have departed, shall we?" He grabbed Orli by the hand and led the startled man into the living room.
Orlando calmed himself enough to try and regain his composure. He was surprised by the physical contact with Sean who was normally very much apart from the usual touchy-feelyness of the others. They stood together in the other room, the incense was almost burnt down and had left a sharp, almost bitter smell in the air. Sean was the first to speak. "So. What'dya think?" He smiled at Orli. "Did we persuade the buggers to fuck off?"
Orlando gave this question a little consideration and then returned Sean's smile. "You know, I do believe we did." He took a pack of cigarettes from his jean pocket and tapped one out. Placing it between his lips, he lit it and inhaled deeply. As he smoked he stared at Sean. Swinging his hips left and then right, body fluid and supple, he sucked the smoke into his mouth and then, head tilted back, eyes half shut, blew it up into the air.
Sean gasped at the sight. Orlando, taking this as his cue, moved towards him, drawing deeply on his cigarette, staring into Sean's eyes. He stopped a few inches from the older man and, taking the cigarette from his mouth, blew the smoke above their heads and smiled in what he hoped was his sexiest, most sultry smile. He ran his tongue over his upper lip, held the cigarette up to Sean, gave him his best 'you know you want to fuck me' look and whispered, "Fancy a fag?"
It should have been funny. On many levels it was *very* funny. Sean realised that he could have just laughed and broken the tension. But the sight of Orlando so close, heat spilling off him in waves, half-smile playing at his lips, was too much for him. He grabbed the back of Orli's head and kissed him hard, fast, passionately, knocking the breath out of the younger man.
"Oh, fuck-ing hell." Orli broke away from the kiss and smirked. He turned and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray, using this as a way to compose himself, regain control. He really hadn't expected Sean to do that. Turning, he took two quick steps back to Sean, grasped his wrists and pinned them behind his back, pushing him against the wall. Sean's eyes widened and he gasped out in surprise, "What? The fuck! Orli."
"Don't fight it, Sean. It'll be so much better if you just go with it." And with this he moved his mouth over Sean's, lightly brushing their lips together. Sean's head moved towards him and Orli ducked back slightly, teasing. Sean tried to calm his breathing, closing his eyes and counting to ten in the vague hope that he might be able to get himself together by that point.
When he opened his eyes, Orli was gazing at him with a look that could almost be adoration. "What?" Sean's voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. "You're so, utterly, fuckable. You know that?" Orli kissed him again, this time allowing Sean's tongue to dart into his mouth. Orli groaned and, letting go of Sean's wrists, pressed himself against the other man.
Sean's fingers raked through soft, curling hair. He pressed his mouth harder, tongue searching, teeth catching Orli's own tongue as it slid in and out of his mouth. Hands, fingers, mouths seemed to be everywhere all at once. Every part of their bodies were burning. Sean pushed Orli backwards and, catching him off-balance, tried to manoeuvre him to the floor.
"No! We just washed it!" Orlando began to laugh a little hysterically. Alcohol and lust might be muddling his brain, but he was aware enough to know that he had no intention of being fucked on the floor. In fact he had no intention of being fucked at all. His intention from the start had been to be the one doing the fucking. He gripped Sean's arm and got his balance back. Pushing away slightly he smirked at Sean, grabbed the belt looped through the older man's trousers and began to pull him towards the bedroom, trying not to stumble as he walked backwards maintaining eye contact with his prey.
Sean allowed Orli to pull him into the bedroom. He was aware that he had let the advantage slip away from himself but strangely wasn't much bothered by the thought. In fact, he was feeling even more aroused by this forceful, dominant Orlando. Why not let Orli take control for a while? He was pretty sure that if things got out of hand, he could regain that control easily.
Orli spun Sean around so that his back was to the bed and then, placing his hands on Sean's chest he pushed him flat on his back. Lifting himself onto the bed and straddling Sean's hips, Orlando leaned in and kissed the soft, lust-red, swollen lips of the man beneath him. Sean groaned into the tenderness of the kiss. Reaching up he ran his hands down Orli's chest and pushed his t-shirt up. Orlando helped him remove it and then began to unbutton Sean's shirt. As he did, he licked at the fresh skin exposed as each button was undone. Having released the last button, he pulled each arm free and dropped the shirt onto the floor.
Smiling at Sean, Orli lowered his head and kissed his way down the hard, muscular chest, stopping to circle each nipple with his tongue. Sean moaned with pleasure. When Orlando reached the top of Sean's trousers, he worked at the button until it popped open. Slowly and tantalisingly he lowered the fly until he could slide the trousers down over Sean's hips and off his legs. Orli traced a finger over the bulge in Sean's boxers and smirked as Sean groaned and raised his hips, levering himself up towards Orli's teasing hands.
Orlando pushed the boxers down and yanked them off the panting man beneath him. He licked his lips and smirked. "Absolutely. Fucking. Fabulous." Lowering his head he ran his tongue the length of Sean's cock and heard a deep, throaty groan from the top of the bed. Grinning, he glanced up and the look on Sean's face almost took his breath away.
Sean's eyes were half open, heavy lids fluttering, his mouth slightly agape, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. Realising that Orli had stopped, he looked down at him and ran his fingers over the high, sharp cheekbones of the young man who was gazing at him with eyes so black they looked almost satanic.
"Don't stop." It was the best Sean could do, but it was obviously enough. Orlando smiled, eyes widening, and then lowered his head to once again take Sean's cock in his mouth. Sean gave himself up to the sensation. The heat of Orli's mouth, tongue licking, fingers stroking thighs, hands moved under his hips and strong, firm fingers gripping his buttocks, digging into the flesh as Sean moved with the rhythm of Orli's mouth. The licking and sucking seemed to go on endlessly. Sean half wondered, through the haze that had settled in his brain, just how long he could last.
Feeling that Sean was nearing his climax, Orlando took a long, tantalising lick from the base up to the tip of the older man's cock, raised himself up and sat back on his heels. "What..? No. No no no." Sean felt almost delirious. His eyes blinked open and saw that Orlando was grinning at him, hands still beneath his hips, eyes filled with mischief. Orli held Sean's gaze as he lowered himself, moving his hands from Sean's hips to his shoulders. "Out." A single word breathed out in a gasp, accompanied by the most subtle of head and eye movements. Sean obliged and spread his arms wide, maintain eye contact, mind buzzing.
Sliding his hands down Sean's shoulders and along his arms, Orlando spread himself across Sean's body, until he was lying flat, every curve meeting Sean's curves, every inch of exposed flesh meeting every inch of Sean's flesh. Their mouths met in another kiss. Softer, more tantalising, searching. Groaning, Orli heard Sean whisper in his ear, "Naked. Now." Orli gave him a long, devilish look. "Actually, I think it may be time for the last of the presents I brought you this evening."
He slid off the bed and, making sure that Sean was watching carefully, strolled out of the room. He was aware that he wanted Sean to remain as he was, and hoped that the mental instructions he was issuing were being heeded. Sean lay back and tried to calm his breathing.
Orlando was relieved and gratified to find Sean still doing a pretty good impression of a debauched Michelangelo sculpture when he returned from his foray into the other room. He undid his jeans and slipped them down over his hips. Sean laughed out loud when he realised that Orli wasn't wearing any underwear. "Boy scout me," Orli grinned at him, "Dib dib dib. Be prepared." And with a flourish he produced a tube of lubricant and a packet of condoms, "Ta da!"
"Arrogant little fucker!" Sean was impressed. He would never have thought Orli had it in him to be so completely shameless, but was thrilled that he'd underestimated him.
Orli moved back onto the bed and straddled the other man, leaning in close to whispered in Sean's ear, "So. You gonna do the honours?" He handed Sean a condom and began to unscrew the cap from the lube.
Sean watched as Orlando covered his fingers with the greasy, slick gel. Then, realising that Sean hadn't moved since he had handed him the foil wrapper, Orli glanced down at the man beneath him and raised his eyebrows. "You need help with that?"
"Little. Fucker." Sean shook his head and ripped the foil open, took out the rubber, moved his hand over Orlando's cock and began to stroke him firmly. Orli groaned and threw his head back. Throat exposed, skin gleaming in the pale light that filtered through the blinds of Sean's bedroom, he looked almost inhuman. Holding the base of Orli's cock firmly with one hand, he rolled the condom onto it with the other. The response was a hard, vicious kiss which left Sean's mouth bruised and stinging. The sting was eased by a tongue swiping across his lips with long slow strokes.
"Now. I'm going. To fuck you. Senseless. Alright?" Orlando's eyes bored into his. Sean nodded, not daring to risk speaking.
Orli spread Sean's legs, raising the knees so that he could move his hand to explore the crack of the older man's arse. He moved himself so that as much skin as possible was melded together and continued to probe, first one finger and then two into Sean's hole. Sean moaned, leaning up to bite the exposed flesh of Orli's neck where it hovered above him. In and out, long, gentle, firm fingers pressed in and then retreated until Sean felt himself almost panic at the teasing. "Come on. Come ON!" Sean felt breathless, jittery, each stroke sending his body into spasms.
Finally fingers slid away and Sean felt the press of Orlando's cock against his opening. Eyes locked together and Orli thrust hard, entering him in a long swift movement. Sean let out a groan of pleasure. Orlando moved rhythmically, thrusting in and out, watching Sean's face intently.
Sean's eyes were closed, eyelids flickering, betraying the concentration it was taking to keep hold of himself. He began to pant in time with each of Orli's thrusts. He spread his arms wide and relaxed into the movement. Breathing in time. Gasping in time.
Orlando felt himself begin to peak so, putting one hand above Sean's head, he raised himself up a little more on his knees so that he could take hold of Sean's cock. He began to stroke firmly, keeping time with his own rhythm. He felt himself shudder inside Sean, and as wave after wave washed over him, he pumped harder on Sean's cock until he too came, spilling across both their bellies.
Sean felt Orli slide out of him and watched as the young man rolled across his body and onto the bed next to him.
"Fuck." The word was drawn out in a long, deep howl. Then Orli began to laugh. "Fuck. Sean. That was so much better, I mean I figured it'd be fun but, fuck!"
"So glad you're amused by the whole thing." Sean wasn't sure whether to be offended or not. But, in the post-sex glow, he decided to err on the side of humour. "Never had anyone laugh after fucking me."
Orli turned on his side and raised himself on his elbow. Looking down at Sean he grinned. "You're not sulking, are you? Sean? Look at me! You are! I don't believe it!" He began to laugh loud and hard.
"Little fucker." Sean failed to hide the laugh that erupted from his throat.
"Hey! Not so little fucker! And you should know!" Orli settled down with his head on Sean's shoulder. A strong, muscled arm wrapped around him and he sighed into the warmth. "Anyway, I'm all tired and shagged out now. Need to sleep." He yawned and slid his hand across Sean's stomach settling it just below the navel. "Got an early call tomorrow, unlike some people. And it's been a very tiring evening. What with exorcising your house and everything."
"Fuck off to sleep then. I suppose it's allowed, considering all the energy you used up." Sean pulled the sheets up and across them and was asleep almost as soon he'd settled his head back into the pillow.
Orlando's eyes blinked open in the half-light. He turned his head and smiled at the sleeping man next to him. Slipping carefully out of bed, he rummaged around for his clothes. "Where go. Mmm?" Sean's voice rose sleepily from the bed. Orli bent down and kissed the forehead just visible above the sheets. "Go back to sleep. I've gotta get home, the car's picking me up for early call in 20 minutes."
"Mmm. 'kay. Yeah." Sean muttered and went back to sleep.
Orlando stood by the bed and grinned at him. Giving him one last look he crept out of the bedroom and into the lounge. As he passed the kitchen he noted the remains of the floor wash on the table. Smiling to himself, he wondered if it had actually cleared the house of the *bad vibes* that had beset Sean the last few weeks. Whether or not it had, one thing was for sure, the Man Trap Incense had certainly done its job.