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bossymarmalade) wrote2003-02-09 10:10 am
bossymarmalade) wrote2003-02-09 10:10 am
did mad max give up? did braveheart give up? did *payback* give up?
So! The Wee Sister has this thing for Sean Bean/Colin Farrell. Which, uh, doesn't exist.
Which means that, out of sheer desperation, she wrote it her own damn self.
Boromir!
Which means that, out of sheer desperation, she wrote it her own damn self.
Boromir!
He liked Pierce Brosnan well enough, but he was surprised that he was on the invitation list for the IAIA potluck because it was being held in LA, like, that weekend. But he went anyways, phoning Viggo and laughing as the other man made subtle quiet jokes about Irish unity.
It took the entire night to come up with something to say to Colin, who was loud and dark and beautiful, cameras flashing. Colin, who seemed more occupied with entertaining the crowds than even Pierce.
"It's good food," was his inane comment and he wondered why he even wanted to talk to Colin. But even, that comic book movie, he looked so good.
Colin smiled vaguely past him but then his eyes shot back after a second, and before Sean turned to leave.
"Boromir!" Colin' voice rang, but there was something in his eyes. Liquidation. He was on his fourth bottle of Guinness.
"Sean, actually," He grinned and didn't expect Colin to throw a rough arm around his shoulder. Colin was the epitome of warmth.
He whispered raw in Sean's ear, "I loved you in that movie." But all Sean heard was i loved you because some woman laughed loudly.
Colin didn't leave his side after that and Sean was thrilled and excitable and silly for the rest of the dinner, because. They stood next to the buffet table where Colin liked everything Sean liked and exclaimed continuously over the soda bread. And Colin stood close enough to Sean that his elbow kept brushing his hip. Sean tried to remember to keep breathing.
"You two getting along?" Pierce grinned, passingly and Colin laughed.
"Fucking hell, I love this guy!"
He kept saying that.
When the people dispersed and it was sometime past midnight Colin fell down in the coat room. Sean saw his feet, sticking up from behind the piles of wool and fur and a muffled "Fuck me".
But Sean was drunk as well and he couldn't stop laughing and when he pushed his hand into the coats he held on loose and dry to the side Colin's neck.
"Gasp," Colin said, but Sean still couldn't see him, he only knew to slide his fingers lower, and press the tips against damp collarbone and, he did, he gasped.
"C'm along, kid," Sean said yet he found himself wading through the coats. And there was Colin, sprawled against a shelflike thing in the wall, legs crooked.
"You're fucking gorgeous, man." Sean always thought the Dubliner accent was enticing, but that was, just. This was Colin. "You're from Sheff...mm."
The kiss was was clumsy and misplaced and their teeth first ground against each other. But Sean found his way easily to Colin's mouth because Colin turned his head up eager. Sean breathed in inebriation and Colin hung on desperately to Sean's shoulders, making soft growls against Sean's tongue.
And then there were Colin's hips moving, oh and pushing against, like, yes. And his leg kept lurching up, between Sean's thighs needy and vibrant and so, so muscled.
"Col, I."
"Boromir, yes, fuck."
Sean grinned despite himself and kissed Colin again, down his stubbly throat, the hairs on his face catching and pulling and prickling into his chin.
Colin took hold of Sean's head, he laughed in sharp barks as he pushed Sean down, low down to his knees.
And a coat was knocked off its hanger but Sean couldn't care less because he was too busy mumbling something that Colin couldn't understand. It fell onto Sean's feet and for some reason he really enjoyed the heaviness of it as he pulled open Colin's dress trousers.
Then Colin's eyes flew open and his drunkeness burned away as he felt Sean Bean's mouth on, him, there, yes, large and accomodating and thin-lipped and oh, god, oh so experienced. He stuffed his fist in his mouth and looked down, his other hand still holding on tight to Sean's reddish hair. And the thick wet hotness was like Guinness burning down his throat except oh, it was, down, oh, and Sean's head bobbed up and oh, and Colin's teeth left deep bloody red marks on his fist when he came.
"That was," Colin's legs scrabbled but Sean was still on him.
"Not enough," Sean held Colin down as he moved up. Colin stopped squirming, wanted to slide to the floor.
"No, yes. fuck. Ahhh."
Sean nodded, he raised up Colin's legs up and Colin slid down and thentheyhadsex, the end.
*cough*
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BOROMIR!
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Sean. Bean. Colin. Farrell.
*THUD*
Thank you, thank you.
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We need some more Sean/Colin. Hell. There should be more LOTR Actor/Colin, PERIOD.
Because yes.
I'm going to pimp this in my journal. I hope you don't mind.
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Thank you!
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