Preordained

[bluetears07]

Disclaimer: Ever so sorry boys…the stuff in here never happened.
Paring: Sean A./Elijah
Summary: AU: Some things are just meant to happen while others are simply ripples off of one small mistake that change us forever. (Read AU Description, and also AN; behind cut)
AU Description: Same as before. (Refer to the “Prologue’s” AN for information mentioned previously.)
Rating: R (over-all) Chapter Twelve: NC-17
AN: I’m sure every one likes a good “let’s-start-making-a-film” party.
Guide: ‘Thoughts’
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Preordained

Chapter Twelve: One Big Bash

‘Alright, I’ll just say hello and then we can go; nothing to it...’ Sean thought anxiously to himself as he traced the metal numbers nailed into the dented door of Elijah’s apartment. ‘I mean, just because we haven’t really...’ His thoughts paused as he inclined his head with a bittersweet half grin, silently implying what exactly he’d been lacking from Elijah for a little over a week. Ever since Christine had come back from visiting her mother the previous Friday they hadn’t done anything beyond frantic groping in Elijah’s car that Monday. ‘...in a while, does not make this time any different.’ Pulling his hands away from the numbers adorning the door, Sean’s hands flitted to the knotted tie laced around his neck. He fixed the stiff white collar so it lay flat against the lapels of his dark black sport coat; the stark contrast, in his mind, reminiscent of his Elijah. While he straightened the silk material of his tie he cleared his throat, summoning up all the restraint he’d ever had, and knocked.

“Shit, I’m coming...,” came Elijah’s rapid reply from somewhere within his apartment. A hurried scramble of wet skin slapping against hardwood floors sounded just before the knob of the front door began to twist. Taking a step back, Sean waited for Elijah to open the door. However, the door refused to budge an inch, despite the groans of exertion from the younger man trapped on the other side. With a sympathetic sigh Sean, as gently as he could, kicked the bottom of the door at the same moment when Elijah pulled.

Just as soon as the door swung open with new found ease, Sean regretted it. Standing a few feet from him was Elijah, still panting lightly but smiling brightly nevertheless. But that wasn’t the reason as to why Sean soon felt as if he’d walked right into a sauna. Beads of water were making a long, lethargic descent down the pale topography of Elijah’s torso; lingering at places Sean wished they wouldn’t. Every drop was slowly eating away at his resolve. Sean felt his eyes tracking a single bead as it traced the line of definition of slim hips before slipping down to be soaked up by a fluffy white towel slung low on Elijah’s waist, just barely protecting his modesty. Once his eyes flicked back up to Elijah’s face he noticed the younger man’s hair was gelled up in a messy creation that stuck out in every direction; looking as if he’d just toweled it and then applied gel to maintain its form.

However, the one thing that drew his attention last but intrigued him the most was the thin glass framed by black rounded square rims which shielded the vibrant blue of Elijah’s eyes. During the entire span of the past four weeks Sean had never seen Elijah without his contacts once, therefore leading him to believe the younger man’s eyes were fine. The sudden appearance of glasses threw Sean for a loop. Though he couldn’t exactly pinpoint the reason why, Sean liked the, almost too clichéd, geeky glasses adorning Elijah’s face. He suddenly realized he’d been standing in the apartment doorway for a good five minutes just staring when Elijah decided that it would be best to explain his state of undress and accompanying eye wear.

“I-I just got out of the shower,” he said slowly pointing over his shoulder to indicate where the shower was as his eyes never wavered from Sean’s, attempting to read the change in their hazel color. “…and I didn’t want to put in my contacts until I had to.” Elijah finished pointing to his glasses before nervously placing his hands on his exposed hips, fingering the damp terrycloth just below. “Do you wanna wait in here or just stand in the doorway ‘til I’m ready to go?” The cheeky line slipped by Sean unchallenged as he stepped inside and lightly kicked the door closed behind him. Now Elijah could tell just what that flux in the color of Sean’s eyes meant. It was a burning desire, one that was soon to be mirrored in his eyes, that had been suppressed for far too long.

“Have I told you just how beautiful you are?” For at a pure loss of any poetic words to express himself, Sean fell back on what little clichés he could remember. ‘Fuck...’ Sean’s inner voice cursed, knowing he’d already lost every ounce of self-discipline. Elijah’s parted lips spread into a simple yet shy smile that danced in his eyes as he raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Well, I can recall that time in the bookstore bathroom stall…” The mere mention of that experience set an arsenal of sweltering shivers down Elijah’s back to pool between his thighs as he tried to maintain the level cadence of his voice. Soon accompanying that sensation was Sean’s fingertips’ tentative touch; stroking the freshly shaved skin of Elijah’s face, mapping out the sharp line of his jaw. For a moment his fingers slipped higher and lingered on the frames of Elijah’s glasses.

“I like these,” he whispered tracing the right rim all the way back to where it curved and hooked around Elijah’s ear. “You should wear them more often.” It was a quiet request that, despite everything Elijah and Sean had done together, caused the younger man to flush a bright pink as if he were still in grade school.

Sean began to advance as Elijah retreated. Hitting a stack of CD jewel cases as he walked backwards, Elijah paused to glance down at the damage. His attention was pulled back as Sean took another step and locked his hips against Elijah’s, his face slipping into the gelled strands of dark hair just behind Elijah’s ear. His hand moved lower to cradle the back of Elijah’s head and press a thumb to the wild, straining pulse of his moist pale neck. Sean’s eyes slid closed as he murmured breathlessly, “Fuck, you smell good.” Once pulling a fraction of an inch away, the younger man teased Sean along with alluring swivels of his hips until he found himself backed against the cushioned arm of his sofa.

“Which reminds me…,” Elijah trailed off as Sean’s lips set to pressing frenzied kiss along the slick skin of Elijah’s collarbone. “…you said that day,” Elijah swallowed as he attempted to maintain control over his voice as he recalled Sean’s heated words. “…that you’d b-basically fuck me so hard and fast I’d forget my name,” Sean paused for a moment, his lips still pressed lightly against the hollow of Elijah’s throat. Moving away, Sean looked into Elijah’s near-pleading gaze. He could read that look as easily as his own printed word; Elijah wanted, more than he could apparently put into words, for Sean to come buried to the hilt within his body. However, Sean wanted to wait for a special night in order for something as intimate as that physical penetration. In addition, Sean was unsure if he’d even know what to do; never having been with another man before.

“Saving that for premiere night,” With that hushed promise Sean appeared to completely switch into high gear. His hands traced down the sides of Elijah’s body, lingering on his hips before slipping to the backs of his thighs. The tips of his fingers dug into the fluffy terrycloth covering Elijah’s thighs. Pulling gently, he propped up the younger man on the arm of the cluttered couch. The sudden shift of position surprised Elijah, sending arms wrapping around Sean’s shoulders as he pressed his face to the clothed juncture of Sean’s shoulder and neck and inhaled.

“Hard and fast,” Elijah whispered in a husky tone with an authoritative air lacing his words before tilting his head to nip at the soft flesh of Sean’s ear. The words hung heavy in the air, just barely parted from Elijah’s lips, as his thighs spread apart to invite a much more intimate touch. Terrycloth fell between, the stark color nearly blending with his skin, still veiling him from Sean’s vision and direct touch. Accepting, Sean moved impossibly closer and ground his hips against Elijah’s with a force that nearly toppled them over the arm and onto the abused couch cushions.

“Hard and fast,” he whispered back with lips trembling from the repressed desire to crush them against the pale pink flesh of Elijah’s own lips. With his fingers still caressing Elijah’s neck and cradling the back of his head, a kiss like no other met the younger man’s lips with bruising intensity.

The slick tip of his tongue passed from between his teeth as he opened his mouth at the same moment Elijah did. In a swift movement, Sean’s tongue was deep inside Elijah’s mouth. A muffled moan rolled dangerously low in the back of Elijah’s throat. Sean could feel the vibrations through the pale skin on Elijah’s neck with his fingertips. The younger man’s shoulders slumped and his head tipped back as he began to suck greedily on the proffered tongue. As soon as the need for air overrode the desire for Elijah’s lips, Sean pulled back only to receive a disgruntled gasp and a nip near the tip of his tongue.

Undaunted, Elijah leant forward with half-hooded eyes and slightly swollen lips; silently pleading for another kiss like the one preceding. Grinding his hip roughly against Sean’s, Elijah felt his half-hardened cock flush further as a searing heat, confined by expensive cloth, pressed against his own. Unable to withstand the lack of skin to skin friction, Elijah quickly dragged a hand away from Sean’s shoulders and made to remove the towel from around his waist. But a large hand found his own and stopped him before he could.

“Stains,” Sean mumbled anxiously against Elijah’s lips as he released the thin wrist. Understanding the single utterance, Elijah let his hand fall to Sean’s hip. Unlike Elijah, Sean was already dress for the “big bash,” as Ally called it, and, understandably so, did not wish to show up to his own party with dried come marring the fabric of his posh dress pants. Thankfully, the towel would work fine to keep his pants stain-free, if he used his hands and not his hips.

Beneath his fingers and palm he could feel the blistering heat radiating from just below the terrycloth as he let his hand press down, tight against it. ‘Searing,’ Sean’s literary mind sang as his eyes fell shut as if the touch was upon himself and not Elijah. A sharp intake of breath echoed close to his ear. Just as they’d agreed before, Sean’s hand began to rub the rigid cock through the towel with deft, firm yet unbelievably sensual strokes. Tracing the length with his palm and pressing the pad of his thumb against the head. Sean coarsely rubbed the damp material of the towel in swift circles over the tip; knowing the fabric was soaking up the leaking precome. Intakes of breath every increasing, Elijah’s nail-less fingertips dug into the clothed skin of Sean’s shoulder blades. Elijah had been impatient before but the added friction from the strands of terrycloth against sensitive skin sent him quickly to the edge.

Teetering on the brink of release, Elijah heard out of the blue a high pitched electronic song ringing in his ears. He felt Sean freeze and his blood ran cold. The older man pulled away quickly, grabbing for his cell phone. The sudden absence of Sean’s clever hands sent Elijah literally reeling backwards as he fell back upon the cushions of his couch with an aggravated yelp. Flipping the phone open with a simple flick of his wrist, Sean saw Elijah glaring at him through a near-orgasmic glaze.

“Cock tease,” he spat, sitting up back on the arm of the couch and fidgeting his glasses that had become askew. Sean’s eyes flashed dangerously dark and he motioned towards the phone with pursed lips, but remained quiet until a few moments later.

“Alright, Chris we’ll grab some on the way back.” Sean replied; emphasizing his wife’s name to imply why Elijah should have kept his mouth shut. Snapping the phone shut, Sean jammed it back into his pocket. Nearly falling forward, Sean rested his forehead against Elijah’s. “Sorry…,” he whispered caressing the side of Elijah’s face as he pressed a seemingly out of place gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.

No matter how much the short interruption killed the mood, Elijah couldn’t deny that he was still painfully hard. A quiet moan of defeat passed from his lips just before Sean’s hand flitted back to where it had been so content to stay. With a short kiss and a swift jerk Elijah’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“We have to pick up some ice on the way back…so get ready, Lij.” Sean whispered against flushed lips, leaning over the arm of the couch to where Elijah had sunk back on to the cushions once more.

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The party had actually been Mrs. Victoria Boston’s idea, the film’s producer and executive employee of Focus Features. Being a very social person herself, she thought that before production officially got underway and weapons training began, the cast and crew should get to know one another. In theory, it had been a wonderful thought, but when the responsibility was thrust upon Christine with only a day’s notice Sean’s wife was frantic to somehow find a way to fit both cast and crew inside her house without removing all furniture and belongs in the process. Friday, after finally settling on Sean as the actor to portray Patrick, Christine and Sean had rushed home to start cleaning. Sufficient to say, no one was allowed upstairs during the party.

Luckily though, the “big bash” went off without a hitch, other than Sean and Elijah needing to pick up extra ice on their way to the house. Chris played a near flawless performance of perfect host and supporting wife of the director by making rounds and mingling with each and every one of her guests. Her husband, after mingling for a while and greeting all the new guests, was standing before the sofa in the living room talking animatedly with the producers and a few of the cast members. Elijah, contrasting with the couple of the house, hadn’t said more then a few words. With one hand holding a flute of bubbly and the other grasping Ally’s small hand, Elijah had taken a seat to Sean’s right in a chair flanking the coffee table; the small glass table was nearly full of half drunken champagne flutes. Across the young man’s lap sat a mystified Ally all dressed up in pleated pink-fade-to-red sun dress with her inquisitive hands playing with his glasses.

“Uncle Elijah, why are you wearing glasses?” She asked quietly as her father kept talking to a young man she heard him call Orlando. Shifting in the cushioned chair, Elijah let his arm move higher to encircle Ally’s small shoulders as he leaned close to whisper with her, wearing a conspirator’s smile.

“Well, I can’t see very well without them.” It was a simple answer but, taking after her father, Ally was surprised by their sudden appearance. She wasn’t satisfied just yet with the answer he had given her.

“But you never wore them before.” The unasked question that hung on the end of her statement would not go unanswered, not when Ally was the one questioning him. Elijah glanced up at Sean for a half of a moment over the blonde curls on Ally’s head and his smile changed ever so slightly. Despite her young age, the innocence in Ally’s eyes could identify a true smile when she saw one.

“I used to wear contacts…” Elijah paused as Ally’s eyebrows knit closer in confusion. “So I could see but people couldn’t tell my eyes didn’t work so well…” He winked as he elaborated before lifting his right hand, holding his champagne flute, and traced the black rim back to his ear. Knowing he hadn’t answered the question she really wanted answered Elijah continued to add, “But, somebody told me they liked my glasses, so I decided to wear them tonight.” Elijah will never be sure if Ally’s head turned to glance at her father’s profile because he had just made the living room explode with laughter or because she had an inkling just who that ‘somebody’ was.

“I like them too. They make you look…real,” Ally said, quietly turning back to grace Elijah with a smile that echoed her father’s so effortlessly that Elijah couldn’t help smile back. Slipping off his lap after giving him soft kiss on the cheek, Ally moved to stand next to father.

‘From the mouths of babes,’ Elijah thought, quietly sipping from his champagne before realizing what words his mind had just conjured. ‘Sean...’ The young man thought, looking up at the reason why his mind was full of famous quotes and sayings. By his side, with her short arms wrapped around his waist, stood Ally watching in rapture at all the new people listening intently to her father.

On the couch, closest to the chair where Elijah sat quietly listening to the tones of Sean’s energized voice, was Dom with an arm draped around Billy’s shoulders. After Billy had finished his champagne he periodically stole sips from Dom’s flute, despite Dominic’s mock annoyance. Ignoring one of the stolen sips, Dom leaned in close to Elijah to whisper so neither Sean nor anyone else could hear.

“Would you mind filling me in on just who in this room, and I have a pretty good idea who, made that ‘I’ve-just-been-fucked’ afterglow glint in your eyes and shine all over your face?” Dom had been the only one to notice the radiating flush that covered Elijah’s skin as he sat watching Sean’s eloquent hands gesture as he spoke. The young man’s mouth fell open in utter shock at what Dom had just asked him and that he knew it was someone in the confines of the four wall’s of Sean’s living room that had put the glow there.

“I don’t know wha-”

“Don’t try and pull that shit, Lij. I’ve seen it before, remember…?” Of course Dominic had seen Elijah in that state before, several times before as a matter of fact. Plus the fact Dom had a knack for reading people.

“Dom,” Elijah warned as something dark flashed in his eyes. Out of habit his eyes flicked up to Sean for some form of solace. He leaned forward with his jaw locked and, with silent words, challenged Dom to say something, anything.

“It’s not unrequited love…is it?” It dawned on Dom just as he felt a tug on his arm and a quiet slurping noise. “Damn, Billy! That was my last sip!” From where Christine stood speaking with a lighting technician, she couldn’t help watching the two friends interact together. ‘They must be as close as my Sean is with Elijah...,’ she thought with a smile. The subtle mannerisms Billy and Dom exhibited together blatantly spelled out how close they were; such as Dominic sharing his champagne, despite the uproar that had initially caught her attention.

After a few hushed words between the pair, Billy finally got up to go to the bathroom. Dom seemed to disappear moments later without anyone noticing he had left thanks to the topic of discussion Sean had chosen to bring up.

“So, Victoria just informed me that next week, starting at ‘round six in the morning, you, Elijah and I are going to start weapons training…specifically using Katanas,” Sean said to Orlando, rubbing the top of Ally’s head as she waved shyly at Victoria. The young woman leaned forward, her husband’s arm falling from her shoulders, and waved back with her fingers. Ally giggled and buried her face in her father’s side causing Victoria to giggle as well. Sean paused for a moment to watch his producer glance back at her husband who was watching her with a small half smile; reminiscent of how he watched Elijah converse with Ally.

“Katanas,” echoed back the young woman Elijah had seen with Orlando at his audition, though her hair was now a vibrant orange color instead of purple. She faintly reminded Elijah of Kate Winslet’s character in Eternal Sunshine; especially with her hair done up in Clementine Orange. Looking up at her boyfriend she grinned, “Did you hear Mr. Astin, Orli, you get to learn how to use a Katana.” Orlando’s eyes lit up further as a grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Wicked,” he mumbled in the young woman’s ear as he pulled her closer on the couch, causing her to spill a drop of her champagne on the hardwood floor.

“However, we’ll only be for two days to learn the basics…” Sean said as Orlando’s smile faltered slightly. Their character’s weapons of choice were not the elegant Japanese sword but something a little more modern; glocks. His gaze shifted over to his right, settling on Elijah’s thin form slouching in the chair. “Elijah, on the other hand, will train for the full week.”

The young man looked up at this, he had forgotten William’s passion all throughout the book was mastery of the art of Katana. Since seeing old samurai movies as a child he had been completely fascinated by the ancient weapon and now he’d get a chance to learn all he could. Laughing with the sudden realization, Elijah grabbed Sean into a hug and placed a hidden kiss to his throat.

An hour or two had passed since Chris had greeted the first of the guests and held the door open for Sean and Elijah while they brought in the huge bag of ice. The entire time she hadn’t got a chance to say more that a sentence or two to Sean. After a courteous good-bye to a key grip, Christine slowly walked in the direction of the living room to stand behind the old leather sofa. A few feet before she would have been standing close enough to catch Sean’s eye and give him a knowing smile, she saw Elijah stand up laughing so hard he clutched Sean’s shoulders and buried his face in her husband’s neck. Ally was standing on the other side of Sean smiling just before she blushed when Orlando winked in her direction and waved as Victoria had.

Seeing that Sean, literally, had his hands full and was managing just fine on his lonesome, Christine thought it would be fine to slip off to use the bathroom. She had after all downed three champagne flutes in attempts to calm her nerves. With a small detour through the kitchen to make sure there were enough hors d'oeuvres and cocktails, she slipped down the hall to the white painted door to the downstairs bathroom.

The door was closed, as she had left it that afternoon, and wasn’t locked so Christine turned the knob and opened the door. An echo of tinkering, shattered glass sounded down the near empty hall along with Chris’ gasp. Inside her bathroom, propped upon the white marble countertop was a writhing Scotsman whose lips were fused to those of his friend, Dominic. One of Dom’s hands had been on its way slipping down the unbuttoned front of Billy’s collared shirt, grazing over the exposed skin to leave white fingernail marks that slowly turned to a faint red tint. Pooled around Dom’s knees and slipping lower were undone dress pants lined by dark green boxers that matched his tie lying in the sink. Billy’s legs were spread open for the touch of his other hand that Christine could not see, nor wanted to for that matter. Framing the younger man’s face was Billy’s hands, woven into bleached blond strands behind his ears. Low moans were rolling in Billy’s throat that she hadn’t heard before opening the door.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” Chris stammered having no clue what else to say. Before she could make another noise she watched the two fly apart and begin stumbling over words of apology as they fumbled with buttons and their respected buttonholes. Without another glance or sound she turned on her heel, eyes wide and headed for the living room. Weaving through groups of people talking about everything and anything concerning the film, Chris found Sean still standing and speaking. Only this time Elijah had decided to stay by his side with his hand gripping her husband’s shoulder. She hung back as Sean finished speaking to the group about filming locations.

“A few scenes will actually be needed to be filmed in New York City,” he paused briefly to recall whose scenes specifically would be shot in N.Y.C. Victoria was worrying her bottom lip at the cost but when she looked back at her husband, who was grinning at the prospect of tagging along with his wife to New York, she stopped. “For example, one of Orlando’s and one of mine and Elijah’s scenes takes place in Times Square.” As he paused to elaborate on the subject Christine was about to step into the living room but was stalled when someone asked if she knew whether or not the appetizers contained meat.

She’d never be sure if it was what she had just seen that was playing with her mind or if it was the lights or even if it truly happened. The young man with his elbow leaned so casually upon her husband’s shoulder brushed his thumb over Sean’s neck just as a wistful smile tugged at his lips. A few nights before Christine had noticed a discolored mark upon the same spot where Elijah’s hand brushed.

As soon as she answered the guest’s question she stepped into the living room and beckoned for Sean to come to her. Without hesitation, save getting Ally to let go of his waist and grab Elijah’s, Sean walked to where Chris stood hugging herself.

“What is it?” he asked, rubbing his hands up and down her arms in an attempt to comfort her. Chris paused for a moment as she looked up into Sean’s eyes with careful consideration for their fluxing color. Within their depths she saw a desire to comfort her but on a level of a friend comforting another friend. But that’s what they were, right? Friends. Only friends…

When Christine had left for her mother’s house nearly two weeks prior to the party there had been emptiness in Sean’s eyes that haunted her. It was as if a light had gone out in his very soul. There was no glimmer of love when he looked upon her that had once been there when they were younger. Nothing she could do seemed to help…that was why she left. She had to get away from that look of all consuming purposelessness that had taken over her husband. He was not the charismatic man she fell for.

Oh, but tonight as she watched him speaking to his cast and producer she could have sworn that glimmer was back. A fire was burning brighter in his eyes then it ever had before. She was sure she saw it when he watched Ally waving to the young woman that was producing the film. When he first walked into the house with Elijah by his side, helping him carry the bag of ice, his eyes nearly melted her with their intense color and passion. There was a glow that seemed to radiate from his inner soul out; she knew it must have touched all that watched him as they sat enraptured, listening to him ramble on about anything.

But as he stood before her, warming her arms with his hands, she saw that light dim. The heat that had just swirled in his eyes before as he spoke of New York faded into an intangible smoke cloud. It was merely an afterglow caused by something else. No matter what, she knew that light within his soul would remain intangible to her hands and soul forever, here on out.

“Nothing, Sean…it’s nothing.”

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AN: Big hug to stellahobbit for still beta reading for me! You're a wonder. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and I just want to give each and everyone of you a hug. :D Thanks.

Comments

[zahz87.livejournal.com]

AHHHHHHHHHH i swear im phycic or something i had a feeling this fic would be updated today!

Anyway loved this chapter, Dom and Billy are just gorgeous together and lol Christine catching them in the bathroom was hilarious.

I love the relationhsip between little Ally and Lij its just adorable.

Keep up the good work honey, can't wait for more.

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

Eeep! That's so cool, maybe we're on the same thought wave length...or something. :D Hehe, poor Monaboyd getting caught...*facepalm* You totally made my day; I love the relationhsip between little Ally and Lij its just adorable.. Thank you very much! *snuggles*