Title: An Accidental Love Author: Angelwings Author’s e-mail: agslevel4@aol.com Pairing: Elijah Wood/Sean Astin Rating: NC-17 Summary: Sean’s accident leads Elijah to reveal his true feelings. Feedback: Sure, why not? Disclaimer: I do not know these people, so this is pure fantasy on my part. Sean sat in his hotel room watching TV, the pain in his foot overshadowed by the discomfort he felt at sitting idle when he should be working. He was not a whiner – but he felt aggravated that a small piece of glass could cause so much trouble. The glass had pierced his foot and come out through the top, resulting in a helicopter ride out from the shoot and 20 stitches. His foot was bandaged – how could he wear hobbit feet with the thick bandages? – and he had been told to stay off it for three days. Three wasted days! He shifted his weight impatiently on the bed and picked up the remote to turn off the TV. He would study his lines instead… A knock at the door interrupted him. “Who is it?” he called. “It’s Lij,” came the reply. “I just wanted to check on you.” Sean rose from the bed and slowly (and painfully) hobbled to the door. “Come in,” he said, with a welcoming gesture. “What are you doing here?” He noticed immediately that Elijah was not his usual, boyish self. Instead, he looked worried, concerned… definitely not his usual demeanor. “Are you all right?” Sean asked, wondering if something had gone wrong. “I’m just fucking worried about you!” Lij blurted out. “There was a shit- load of blood, and the fucking glass sticking out of your foot, and –“ He suddenly realized they were still standing by the door, and Sean was looking very uncomfortable. “Why don’t we sit down?” Elijah suggested, still looking worried. Sean smiled in spite of the pain. “Good idea.” He walked back to the bed, trying to accustom himself to the discomfort, and Lij followed him. Sean sat on the bed to elevate his foot, and Lij, after a moment’s hesitation, took one of the chairs at the table. “How is your foot?” Elijah asked. “Pretty damn painful,” Sean admitted. “They want me to stay off it for three days, but that’s ridiculous. I can’t afford to throw off the schedule that way.” He reached down and gingerly touched the bandages. “I’ll just have to get used to it.” “How are you going to get your feet on?” “It won’t be fun, but I’ll manage.” Lij looked as if he didn’t quite believe that. Sean looked into the younger man’s wide blue eyes and saw something unexpected – was that really a tear? “What’s wrong?” Sean asked, alarmed. Was there something Lij wasn’t telling him? Elijah quickly wiped away the telltale tear and looked away. “Nothing,” he lied. “I was just worried, that’s all.” “Elijah, don’t lie to me.” “I’m not lying,” he replied, but he would not meet Sean’s gaze. The older man watched him for a few minutes. Now that he thought of it, Elijah had been acting strange lately. He wondered if the stress of playing Frodo was beginning to be too much for his friend. His acting had been perfect as usual, but off camera he had been unusually quiet, and his eyes had been even larger than normal when they spoke. What did it all mean? Elijah was cursing himself for coming. Now that he was here, all his boldness had left. Did he have the nerve to tell Sean the truth? Summoning all his courage (and some of Frodo’s, too), he cleared his throat and looked directly into Sean’s hazel eyes. “Sean,” he said softly, “you know I’m bisexual, right?” *Oh-oh,* Sean thought, suddenly realizing where this was heading. Lij took a deep breath. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” he blurted out. Sean looked down, unable to look at Elijah. How should he deal with a declaration of love from a young man ten years his junior? He loved Lij as a friend, didn’t he? Didn’t he? But that was all. Right? Then why did he feel a sudden warmth spreading from his insides? “Elijah,” he said, “don’t you think it’s just because we spend so much time together? I mean, it’s natural to become attached….” “No,” Elijah said quietly, standing up. “I’ve worked with people this intensely before, and I never felt like this. I think about you all the time, Sean. I think about your voice, your touch, the way you smell…” His voice trailed off, and he turned away. “You know I’m straight, Elijah. Besides, I’m married – very happily so.” The warmth was spreading the longer he looked at Elijah’s blue eyes, his dark spiky hair, his fair, almost too-pale skin… He tried to ignore the sensation, concentrating instead on remembering Christine’s warmth, her scent, the way it felt to make love to her… But somehow he could not get a firm grip on it in his mind, not with Elijah standing there before him, looking as helpless and vulnerable – and as beautiful – as Frodo. *Ohmigod,* Sean thought to himself, *What am I going to do?* Lij turned his gaze back to Sean, only to see that the older man had turned away. But there was something different about the expression on Sean’s face – he didn’t seem so certain anymore – On impulse, Elijah knelt beside the bed and took Sean’s hand in his. “I love you,” he said simply, “but I understand if you can’t love me.” He gently kissed Sean’s hand. “If you tell me to go, I’ll go, and I’ll never mention this again.” But his eyes were pleading as he looked earnestly at Sean. Sean’s thoughts were racing and whirling in his mind. He realized now – he must admit it – he felt attracted to the young man. At least physically. But did he love Elijah? The pounding of his heart said *yes*. Sean raised Elijah’s hands to his lips and gently kissed them. He smiled at the light that was kindled in the young man’s eyes. “Why don’t you join me on the bed?” he murmured. Elijah did so – but first, he put out the light. * * * * * * When the light went off, and he heard the rustling as Elijah climbed onto the bed, Sean was struck with the enormity of what he was doing. He was straight, for gods sake, he had a wife and child at home, he had never in his life had *any* desire for another man. Why was this different? What was the magic in Elijah’s eyes? Was it Frodo he loved, or Elijah? Or both? A sudden thought occurred to him. “Lij? You didn’t tell anyone you were coming here, did you?” In the dim street light that seeped through the curtains, Sean could see Elijah shake his head as he lay down upon the pillow. “No,” he murmured, lightly stroking his fingers along Sean’s bare arm. “I told them I was just too tired to go out. They won’t believe that, of course, but this is the *last* fucking place they’ll look for me.” Sean nodded, wondering if he should continue the thought. Hesitantly, he said, “Elijah?” “Yes, Sean?” “You realize we can’t even let anyone *suspect*….” Elijah reached up to touch Sean’s cheek, feeling the burning there, knowing that this was a tremendous gift Sean was giving him. “I know,” he whispered. Then he leaned over and briefly laid his lips against Sean’s. “Don’t worry, Sean. It will be all right.” He wrapped his arms around Sean’s strong shoulders and laid down his head, emotion overcoming him for the moment and bringing more tears to his eyes. “Elijah?” Sean asked. “Are you okay?” He raised the young man’s head and touched his cheeks, wiping away the wetness he found there. “It will be all right,” Lij whispered again. Then he kissed Sean, more seriously this time. Sean wondered again at the enormity of it all as he responded in kind, quite unable to do anything else. The warmth he had felt earlier was now a hot bulge in his groin, a need, a love, a fire, an inescapable path he had no choice now but to follow. Another kiss, and another, and the kisses grew more passionate. He was beginning to lose himself in the soft wetness of Elijah’s lips, his tongue, his mouth – oh, that mouth – When Lij broke the kiss, Sean almost cried out in protest at the loss of warmth. He started to lean forward, to find that mouth again, but was stopped by Elijah’s hands pulling up on his shirt and removing it. Elijah pressed his lips against Sean’s shoulder, whimpering a little as he ran his tongue along the soft skin, nipping a bit near the collarbone. Sean groaned softly, mindful of the need for quiet. “Lijah,” he whispered, taking Elijah’s head in his hands and drawing it back to his. He *had* to tasted those lips again. The kiss was hard this time, not gentle, not soft, teeth clashing against each other and biting lips. He could taste Elijah’s blood after one particularly rough bite, and Sean pulled back hastily. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to – hell, I don’t even know what I’m doing.” Elijah smiled. “Yes, you do,” he replied. “It’s okay. It’s just a little cut, and it won’t show.” “I hope not, “ Sean tried to say, but the words were muffled as Elijah captured Sean’s mouth again, sucking on his tongue, producing a sensation that proved to Sean that his arousal was not yet complete. He slid his hands under Elijah’s shirt, savoring the feel of the smooth skin, wanting that skin next to his. Wanting. Just wanting. Elijah broke the kiss again long enough to remove his shirt and press his chest against Sean’s. Sean pulled Elijah on top of him and was surprised to find out how much he enjoyed feeling the younger man’s arousal against his own. “Elijah. *Elijah,*” he whispered intensely into his ear. “Oh, Elijah…” Elijah rocked against Sean, sliding his hands up and down Sean’s sides, cupping his hips and his ass. Then he lowered his head to Sean’s left nipple. The sensation was strangely light and soft, Sean thought, as Lij licked and sucked the hardened nipple. But that didn’t mean it was ineffectual. He hadn’t thought the need could grow any stronger… Elijah could feel Sean’s arousal hot and pulsating against his chest, and his steamy breath on his forehead. Was Sean ready for the next step? Only one way to find out. He slid off Sean and pulled at his shorts, slowly down and off. Sean lay still, letting Elijah do as he wished. Elijah was disappointed to find out that Sean was wearing underpants. One more barrier to cross. But instead of removing them, he leaned over and bit gently at the erect cock within. Sean groaned again, unable to stand too much of this teasing. “Elijah,” he said imperiously. Lij knew what he meant. “Okay,” he murmured. Then he did remove the white underpants, forcing himself to move slowly although he wanted to rip the last bit of clothing from Sean’s body. He gazed at Sean for a moment, then licked at the tip, enjoying the salty taste in his mouth. He was surprised when Sean arched his back, pressing himself into Elijah’s mouth. *Can’t wait, huh?* Lij thought with a grin, as he twined his fingers in the soft curly hair surrounding Sean’s member. He took Sean into his mouth completely, and Sean shuddered. A fugitive thought ran through Sean’s head – *Chris never did it this good* -- and he tried to dismiss it, concentrating instead on the delightful sensations as his cock moved in and out of Elijah’s soft mouth. Soon the fire began to grow hotter, the thrusts of his hips stronger, and his breath faster. Then everything exploded into light and flame as he came into Elijah’s mouth. Elijah swallowed convulsively, taking in Sean’s semen like candy. When it was over, and Sean’s cock was limp in his mouth, Elijah pulled away and returned to Sean’s side, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. “Ohmigod,” Sean breathed. “Elijah….” He pulled Elijah close and kissed him, tasting the semen in his mouth. “Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes closing. Elijah could tell that Sean was spent and would require some rest. So he forced his own erection down – knowing it would pop back up easily enough – and settled himself against Sean’s side, his head on his shoulder. It was his favorite way to sleep. Sean wrapped his arms around Elijah. “Thank you,” he whispered again, just before he fell asleep. * * * * * * Elijah woke to a warm wetness on his earlobe, his body cradled spoon fashion against Sean’s, enveloped in Sean’s strong arms. For a moment he wasn’t sure where he was, but then he remembered. “Sean,” he murmured, fluttering his eyelids as he turned over. “Elijah,” Sean replied in Elijah’s ear, his breath hot against the coolness. His teeth nipped at Lijah’s earlobe, and the younger man groaned. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin already. “It’s my turn,” he whispered, gripping Sean’s ass and pulling him closer. “What do you want?” asked Sean, in between kisses. Elijah hesitated, wondering how far Sean was willing to go. Finally his said slowly, “I want to be inside you.” He heard Sean’s sharp intake of breath, and said hastily, “You don’t have to, Sean. It’s okay.” Sean interrupted him with a kiss. “I want to,” he said firmly. “Just be gentle, all right?” “I won’t hurt you,” Lijah promised. “The last thing I want to do is to hurt you.” “What do I do?” Sean wanted to know. “Well, it’s easiest if you get on your stomach with your knees under you, like this…” He guided Sean into the proper position as he spoke. “Now spread your legs.” Sean did so, feeling a tingling as his cock began to grow again at the mere thought of Elijah moving inside him. “There, that’s good. Now just relax.” *Relax, he tells me,* Sean thought with a wry grin. *I’m nervous as hell and he tells me to relax.* Elijah slowly moved on top of Sean, gripping his hips. He guided his swollen member to the crack between Sean’s cheeks and began to move it up and down, pressing the cheeks together for more pressure. *This won’t take long,* he thought, sadly. The crack was growing slippery with his semen, and he decided it was time to move in. With his fingers he found the small opening and pressed the tip of his cock against it. Very, very slowly and gently he began to work his way in. “Tell me if it hurts too much,” he whispered, but Sean didn’t reply, just continued to breathe raggedly. Elijah cupped Sean’s hips to pull him closer as he gradually sunk his shaft into Sean. Suddenly Sean gasped and moaned. “Are you all right?” Lij asked, alarmed, pulling out a bit. “I’m fine,” Sean said huskily. “It hurts, but it feels wonderful, too. Don’t stop, please.” Satisfied, Elijah continued to thrust until he was all the way inside. Then he began to rock gently, sliding in and out, his mind filled with the joy of being *this* close to Sean, of being a part of him at last. Just as he had predicted, he did not last long. He managed to get in one more thrust before the pleasure took him and he exploded inside Sean, crying out softly. He jerked several times, then collapsed on Sean’s back. “I love you, Elijah,” Sean breathed into the pillow. Lij’s breath was too fast for words, but it slowed after a time and he whispered back, “I love you too, Sean.” Then he slowly pulled out and fell onto the bed beside Sean. * * * * * * When Lij woke again the room was growing light with the sunrise peeping around the curtains. Sean was snoring softly, and Lij hated to wake him. So he was very careful as he slid across the bed and stood up, retrieving his clothing. The snoring suddenly stopped. “Elijah.” Lij stopped dressing momentarily. “Yes, Sean?” he whispered. “Do you have to go?” Sean murmured sleepily. Elijah nodded sadly. “Yes. I have an 8:00 call. We’re lucky it wasn’t 5 today – we’d be in trouble.” Sean came more awake at the mention of his acting obligations. “I have a 7:00 call,” he said, swinging his bare legs over the side of the bed. “Oh, no, you don’t.” Elijah strode quickly to Sean’s side and stopped him with a hand against his chest. “You’re supposed to stay off that foot, remember?” “But –“ “No ‘buts’.” Elijah pushed him back down to the bed. “I’m going to spank you, Elijah Jordan Wood!” Lij giggled. “Oh, please, and bite me too?” He leaned over and planted a kiss on his lover’s mouth. “No, seriously. I can work. I *have* to work. Don’t you understand?” His eyes were pleading as he gazed at Lijah. Elijah sighed and lowered his hand. “Yes, I understand.” His work ethic was almost as strong as Sean’s. “But at least let me help you walk, all right?” Sean shook his head. “No, Lij. I have to get used to it.” He stood up and winced as his right foot touched the floor. “Sean!” Elijah protested. “I’m okay.” The pain was there, but it was bearable. He stood up straight, then quickly donned his clothing and began to walk slowly to the door. “Where are you going?” Elijah wanted to know. “To see if it’s safe for you to leave,” Sean explained. “Oh. Yeah.” Elijah put on the last of his clothing and headed for the door. Just as Sean put his hand on the knob, Elijah touched his shoulder. Sean turned around. “One last kiss?” asked Elijah, grinning. “Of course.” Sean took Elijah into his arms and gently kissed him. He didn’t intend for it to be a passionate kiss, but Lij evidently had other plans. Sean pulled away as the kiss began to light a fire – again! – between his legs. “*Elijah,*” he said reprovingly. “*Sean,*” Elijah returned, with a giggle. Then he grew serious. “More tonight?” he whispered, looking intently into Sean’s hazel eyes. Sean felt as if he would just melt into those pools of blue that Elijah called ‘eyes.’ “Of course,” he repeated, holding Elijah’s gaze. They remained like that for several minutes, drinking in the sight of each other, wondering if they could really let each other go. Finally the spell was broken, and Sean opened the door, glancing back and forth. “All clear,” he said. Then, with a small sigh, Elijah was gone.