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[bluetears07]

Disclaimer: Never happened.
Series: Preordained
Paring: Sean A./Elijah
Summary: AU: Sean + Writer's Block = Bad.
AU Description: Same as before. (Refer to the “Prologue’s” AN for information mentioned previously.)
Rating: PG (Kisses)
AN: A short side story in the AU of Preordained to help me get back into this little world. :D (Timeframe: Post-Preordained)
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Preordained

Side Story: Block

The dull thud of a rubber Converse tennis shoe colliding against dented metal, followed by the glide of hinges as Elijah’s apartment door was successfully knocked opened by the young actor, dragged Sean back into the conscious world. Startled by the sudden awakening, Sean blinked several times; very slowly as he tried to process the fact his entire world was turned on its side. From his current position, seated upon Elijah’s couch hunched over his laptop, Sean realized that he must have fallen asleep while attempting to break through a persistent and rather nasty case of writer’s block that had been plaguing him for nearly the past month and a half.

An angry red indentation of his keyboard’s spacebar, as well as several other keys, marred his cheek as he pulled his face away from the laptop he had been using momentarily as a rather uncomfortable pillow. Rubbing absentmindedly at the stinging skin, the writer reached for his ceramic mug on the coffee table only to find the caffeinated contents already drained. His horror redoubled when he glanced at the screen of his laptop. The black cursor on the open Word document blinked up at him. Completely blank, not a single word written. A low moan of discontent was muffled as Sean pressed a hand over his mouth, feeling for all the world ready to sink right into the overstuffed cushions of Elijah’s sofa and never resurface.

“Seanie…” Elijah’s lilting voice brought Sean back to his reality as the writer heard soft footsteps shuffling around behind the couch. A brilliant smile tugged at the young man’s lips as he watched Sean lean against the back of the sofa with his face tilted up at Elijah. His eyes were closed and Elijah could see the faint lines at the corners of his eyes more predominantly in his sleep-deprived and anxious state. Tapered fingers slid over Sean’s clothed chest, gently fumbling with the small buttons on the collared shirt. Reaching up to hook his fingers around the back of Elijah’s neck, Sean dragged the young man’s soft mouth down for a brief kiss.

“Hey Lij,” Sean murmured in a low tenor against his lover’s lips with a melancholy smile turning up the corners of his mouth. Before the writer’s mind could register what exactly was happening, Elijah’s lithe frame was tumbling over the back of the couch and onto Sean’s lap. For several minutes the couple sat in a comfortable silence. Elijah placed his head in Sean’s lap, enjoying the idle way Sean’s fingers were carding through his hair. However, his eyes, as well as Sean’s, were fixed on the blank page illuminated the dimly light apartment.

“I can’t wri—” Sean began abruptly. He trailed off for a moment, “…anymore,” before being cut off by Elijah’s sudden shift in position so that the young actor was sitting upright beside Sean.

“Don’t worry, Sean.” Elijah replied with a short kiss against the writer’s lips, hand pressed against his writer’s face. “It’ll come in it’s own time.” He wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck and placed another soft kiss to the abused skin of his cheek.

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AN: Not beta read. :D Thankies...short and sweet? (I hope...it's been so long...)