Transatlantic Love
by
Bluespirit

Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPS
Pairing: Sean/Orlando
Rating: R
Summary: Orlando watches the BAFTAs...
Word count: 434

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author is not making any claims as to the real life sexualities or preferences of the people portrayed here. This is purely for entertainment, not profit.

“H-hello?”

“Hello, love...s’me.”

“Orli? Are you okay? What time is it? It’s the middle of the night!”

“I know, I’m sorry but I needed to talk to you…even with this stupid time zone thing, I couldn’t wait.”

“That’s okay, baby. Are you alright? You’re not hurt are you? There’s not a problem with the film?”

“No, no…the film’s fine…all going well…swashbuckling away...”

“But…?”

“…I had to phone you now…had to…”

“Orli?”

“Just been watching something on the telly.”

“Okay, calm down. So you’re not hurt and there’s no problem with the film so talk to me…”

“But I am hurting, Sean…just not how you think. “

“Orli?”

“I’m aching…aching for you, Sean.”

“Oh, baby…”

“Just been catching up on the BAFTAs...”

“Orli, what…?”

“I saw you…presenting that award…”

“Well you knew I was going to do that, baby…”

“You were wearing that suit - you know how I love you in that - makes you look so bloody shaggable...”

“I know, I remember you helping me to choose it…”

“But it wasn’t just that! I could’ve probably coped if it had’ve been…but then I looked at you…at your face…”

“Baby?”

“You looked so shy and a little bit nervous but I knew…”

“What did you know, baby? Tell me.”

“I knew what none of the others did. I could see you, standing there looking all elegant and shy but I knew…you gave yourself away, love.”

“Tell me, Orli.”

“The stubble, Sean. Oh man, you stood there in front of God and Stephen Fry wearing your ‘I’m a bad boy - fuck me’ stubble! Now I’m aching…I’m hard and aching for you, love….”

“Oh god…don’t!”

“Don’t what, love? Tell you how much I want you? Tell you how my body craves you?”

“M-me too…I need you…oh god, I miss you so much, baby.”

“H-unh…touch yourself…imagine it’s me holding and stroking you. Can you feel me, love?”

“Y-yes…yes!”

“I can feel you too. I’m lying on my bed and my cock’s so hard for you, Sean…so hard…for you…only for you.”

“Only ever for me, baby…you’re mine.”

“Yours…oh stroke me, Sean…faster…I’m so close.”

“That’s it, baby…feel me touching you…loving you…feel my cock sliding in…oh so right…so perfect…”

“Sean…!”

“Oh baby, mine…mine…”

“Love? You okay?”

“Mmmm…more than. I love you, Orli.”

“Love you too…miss you, Sean.”

“I know - miss you too. But I’ll see you soon, I’ll be there next week.”

“Mmmm, next week…good, I don’t like sleeping alone…need you here…hmmm….”

“Go to sleep, baby…I’ll be there before you know it.”

“Better be…night, love….”

“G’night, sweetheart.”


The end

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