The Hotel Series - Troy real person fanfiction

Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom/Eric Bana, NC-17

Summary: Bana and Bean wish to say farewell to Orlando. Follows from The 69 Event.

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“I should get going,” Eric let out a huge breath and pushed upright.

“Wiped out, are we?”

Eric turned and looked at Sean, his eyes roaming over him lying across the bed.

“No,” Eric began patiently. “See, while you’re apparently already home in Ithaca, sprawled as you are across your kingly bed, I have to make my way home to the wife and kids.”

Sean scratched his nose to hide his smile.

Eric stood up naked, knowing very well Sean was watching his ass as he bent over and pulled on his jeans.

When he snapped shut his jeans, his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, checked the display, and flipped it open.

“Hey, Orlando.” He listened. “No, I’m in Sean’s room, just leaving.” Rushed, clipped words emanated from the phone. “Argh! No, I’ve gotto get home…” Eric pushed his free hand into his hair and pulled. “Yea, I know I don’t bloody have to!”

He turned to Sean with pleading eyes. Sean smiled serenely at him. Well, well. Eric behind closed doors with Orlando… This, he wouldn’t miss for the world.

“Look, it’s Sean’s room,” Eric said into the phone. “It’s not my place to invite people over—” He groaned. “Fine, fine. Here he is.”

Eric pressed his thumb over the tiny microphone part. “He wants to come over,” he whispered fiercely. “Tell him, no. I’ve got to—”

“Get home, yes, I know.” He took the phone from Eric. “So go. Who’s stopping you? Orlando and I aren’t exactly strangers to one another.”

Eric stared at him. Sean kept his expression neutral as he put the phone to his ear.

“You’re probably already downstairs, aren’t ya?” He grinned widely when Orlando yelled “yes!” into his ear. “Well what are you waiting for, then? You know which room it is.”

He held the phone away from him, turning it over and over, pretending to be baffled by it.

“How do you turn this thing off?” he asked while Eric breathed heavily.

Eric snatched the phone from him. “Thanks. Now I’m stuck here till god knows when.”

“How.”

Eric rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to leave if Orlando’s coming up.”

“Why.”

Eric narrowed his eyes into slits. “In not posing those words as questions,” he lectured, “you, my friend, are being very smug.”

“Because we both know why.”

Eric pulled on his shirt and started buttoning it up.

“That’s right,” Sean indicated with his head. “Just what I was going to advise. Keep your shirt on, mate.”

Eric growled. “I’m not going to prance about half naked in front of the kid.”

“Not a very brave man, are we? Only play one in the movies?”

Eric’s lips twitched. “No,” he drew out the word. “I’ve spent five months being his older brother. It would be unseemly.”

“Pull me other leg, Eric.”

The door knob jiggled. Sean yanked on his jeans, but didn’t bother with his t-shirt. He wasn’t the one worried about going topless with Orlando in the room.

He went to the door as Eric moved to sit in a chair next to the mini bar. Orlando loped in as soon as the door was open wide enough.

“Can you believe it’s over!” he cried to the room at large. “I’ll never get used to this part of it!”

Sean chuckled and decided it was time for a beer. Orlando was obviously in top form tonight, and Eric was in for a challenge.

Orlando followed him to the bar and sat crossed legged on the carpet near Eric’s feet. He rested his arm on Eric’s knee, and Eric ruffled his hair. Sean stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the two of them.

“I, for one, am quite used to parting ways with you,” Sean murmured as he peered at the selection of beer. “Only to be reunited soon after.”

“But I always miss you so much in the time in between!” Orlando shook Eric’s knee for emphasis. He sighed. “I know I’ve told you before, but I just want to say again that you are truly one of the most amazing guys in the world, and it’s always such a pleasure working with you!”

“Yea?” Eric snorted. “And I’m what? The thing that sticks to the bottom of your shoe?”

Sean grinned at the label he was pretending to inspect.

“Of course not, Eric!” Orlando laughed. “Come on, you know that’s not what I meant!”

But Sean knew Eric had only begun. Eric had become an expert at teasing Orlando over the duration of the shoot. And Orlando proved to be his perfect victim because the kid was so bleedin’ earnest.

“That’s what it sounded like, mate,” Eric insisted. “Here’s you using my knee for an arm rest while you gush over some other man.”

“Eric!” Orlando laughed too loudly. “You make it sound like… like that!”

“I make it sound like that?” From the corner of his eyes Sean watched Eric sit up in his chair, widen his eyes, and bat his lashes. “Oh Sean!” he sighed in Orlando’s voice. “You’re just so amazing! So… big! ”

Sean laughed until he couldn’t catch his breath.

“What are you talking about!” Orlando shrieked, digging his fingers into Eric’s knee. Eric yelped. “Sean’s like an older brother to me!”

“No,” Sean said dryly. “That would not be me.”

“And I swear, Orlando,” Eric threatened before Orlando could wonder at Sean’s words, “if you exclaim one more time, I’ll gag you.”

“Yea?” Orlando immediately shot back. “With what?”

There was complete silence in the room.

Sean’s jaw dropped. No way Orlando had simply walked into that one! Sean watched Eric’s jaw drop as he slowly swiveled his head to stare at Sean. He looked so insanely ecstatic at the wide open shot Orlando had just given him that Sean’s laughter caught in his nose and nearly choked him to death.

Eric’s mouth worked for a few moments before his words finally burst out of him. “It’s almost unprofessional to take the bait!" he yelled, lauging. "Too bloody easy!”

“Then don’t!” Orlando yelled back, realizing what he had said.

“And I don’t hear you calling him a cheeky boy!”

“That’s because he’s not,” Sean replied smoothly. “One, it’s a legitimate question and two, he’s whispering compared to what you sounded like half an hour ago.”

Eric’s face flushed instantly, and it was Orlando’s turn for his jaw to unhinge. Eric took one look at the expression on Orlando’s face and jabbed his arm.

“I dare you to exclaim one more time.”

But Orlando wasn’t in any condition to speak, as far as Sean could see. The kid was blushing so hard you would have thought the comment had been made about him.

“Oh my god,” he finally whispered, pulling his arm off Eric’s knee. His eyes darted all over the floor as Sean watched his flush spread all the way down his bare arms. “I had no idea. I’m sorry for interrupting. I—”

“You didn’t interrupt anything,” Eric chuckled.

“I called your cell.” Now his voice was actually shaking. “I wanted to catch you before you went home—”

Eric waved his hands. “No worries, mate.”

“I wanted to say a proper goodbye to you.” Orlando couldn’t seem to stop his words as his voice got lower. “I asked at the party and the driver brought me here… I thought I’d just—”

Eric laughed outright. “Stop apologizing, Orlando.”

Sean stared at Eric in amazement. Usually, Eric was quite astute and a good listener, which was why he was good at doing impersonations. But right now he was being incredibly dense. He wasn’t hearing what Orlando was saying at all.

How in hell could Eric be missing the hungry look on Orlando’s face as the kid stared at him, trying so hard to tell him with his eyes about his need to say a proper goodbye.

Sean put down his beer and leaned against the fridge. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Orlando,” he said. “Come here.”

“Bossy…” Eric warned.

Orlando got up and took the three steps he needed to be standing in front of him.

“I obey your every wish, O Amazing One,” Orlando intoned, grinning at him.

Sean raised his eyebrow at Orlando. “Really?”

He crooked his finger and gestured for him to come closer. Sean leaned forward and whispered into his ear, on the other side so Eric couldn’t hear him. But he was sure Eric did.

“Tonight’s probably your last chance to give him that proper goodbye.”

He watched Orlando’s face turn from its previous brick red to an alarming crimson. Orlando said nothing for a full minute, just stood there blushing so hard Sean began to worry.

Finally he whispered fiercely, “You mean right now?”

Sean nodded.

Orlando shook his head hard. “Are— are you going to go?”

Sean chuckled. “Are you daft?”

Orlando grabbed his shoulder. “But I couldn’t do anything with you watching, Sean. It would be too embarrassing.”

“Yes you could,” Sean said quietly, “and no it wouldn’t.” Sean smiled at him and ran his finger down his jaw line. “And I don’t intend to just stand around and watch, like some bloody eunuch.”

Orlando was breathing through his mouth, staring into Sean’s face with naked wonder. Sean let him make his own mind up, and didn’t move when Orlando leaned forward and kissed his mouth. But he smiled. Orlando laughed softly, breathlessly, against his lips before opening his mouth and sliding his tongue inside.

The kiss was impressive. It cooked slowly and made Sean’s cock swell from its half hard state until it was pounding.

He broke the kiss and turned sideways to look at Eric.

Eric was sitting silently, blinking slowly at them. His eyes were glazed over and he was breathing through his mouth.

Orlando draped his arm around Sean’s neck. “I think we’ve put him in a state of shock.”

Sean shook his head and kissed Orlando’s jaw. He gently grasped both his arms and began to walk him backwards.

“He only appears catatonic. If you so much as lay a finger on him, he’ll start to make a racket you wouldn’t believe.”

Orlando’s eyes grew wide, and then even wider as Sean sank him down into Eric’s lap. Eric’s arms immediately wrapped around his chest.

Sean reached under and around him for the snap to Eric’s jeans. Eric lifted his hips off the chair, lifting Orlando with him, and Sean pulled his jeans off. He did the same to Orlando’s and refrained from making a comment about Orlando’s corresponding lack of underwear.

He walked over to the night stand and retrieved condoms and lube. Those two weren’t going to settle for a blow job. When he turned around Orlando’s head was tilted backwards, his arm similarly wrapped around Eric’s head while they slid their tongues in and out of each other's mouths.

He knelt and slicked lube on Eric’s leaking cock, smiling as Orlando slid his bare feet on top of Eric’s. Eric spread his legs and slid his hands under Orlando’s t-shirt, scrapping his fingers over his nipples. Orlando broke the kiss and gasped, grabbing Eric’s thighs.

So far Eric was only emitting soft gasps. But as Orlando lifted himself and Eric grabbed his hips and slowly pulled him down, the soft gasps became a thing of the past.

“Try and keep it down,” Sean whispered, caressing Eric’s hair. Eric nodded erratically, his face flushed a deep red. Sean actually felt sorry for him.

Eric bit down on Orlando’s shoulder and Orlando took that as a cue to move. His fingers dug into Eric’s thighs and he began to ride Eric so sinuously that Sean found himself staring.

Eric was a dead man.

“No names, Eric!” Sean managed to warn before Eric let out a series of loud curses.

“Gimme your cock, Sean” Orlando whispered, looking up at him from under half closed eyes.

Sean’s hands shook as he unzipped and pushed his jeans down to mid-thigh. He couldn’t imagine what Eric was going through. Just hearing the kid talk to him like that had almost given him a heart attack.

Orlando sucked his cock down all the way to its base, then slowly pumped his lips over it, getting it dripping wet with his saliva. Sean knew better than to grab the back of Orlando’s head. He wanted to, very badly, but knew he couldn’t get rough the same way he did with Eric.

So instead he pushed his hands into Eric’s hair and gasped softly, watching his cock disappear into Orlando’s mouth. Eric was straining to see the sights as well.

Eric looked up at Sean with the same expression he had just used to make fun of Orlando earlier. Sean wished Orlando could see.

His own vision was blurring as Orlando’s warm mouth got even hotter. He tried to keep his thrusts slow and smooth, wanting to give the kid an easy rhythm. Orlando made sounds of appreciation deep in his throat.

Eric looked ready to weep. “Fuck,” he whimpered desperately, reaching around to close his fist around Orlando’s cock. Orlando gasped on Sean’s cock and Sean’s fingers clenched in Eric’s hair. Despite his good intentions Sean found himself pumping hard because Eric was sweating from his scalp and his mouth was hanging open and he looked good enough to induce climax.

Which Sean was in no position to resist. He emptied himself into Orlando's mouth.

Orlando swallowed, to his vague astonishment, then wrapped his feet around Eric’s ankles and bounced on Eric’s crotch. They had all learned to ride without a saddle. Eric began screaming for his life. Sean hadn’t released Eric’s hair, so he quickly bent forward and covered Eric’s mouth with his own.

“Oh god, fuck,” Orlando shuddered tightly at the sound, and shot hard enough for most of it to land all over Sean’s jean covered thighs.

The three of them were breathing like they had just run a marathon. Sean kicked off his jeans and went into the bathroom for towels. He cleaned himself off, and when he came back Orlando had turned around and was now sitting facing Eric, kissing him like he was sucking on candy. Eric’s hands roamed under his t-shirt.

Sean grinned and tossed a big towel over both their heads from where he stood by the bar. He was going to get himself that beer and a couple for the boys too, because he knew they were all going to need their strengths tonight or he wasn’t Sean Bean, one of the most amazing guys in the world.

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