The Hotel Series - Troy real person fanfiction

Sean Bean/Eric Bana, NC-17

Summary: Eric talks a lot and likes to do impersonations. Sean doesn’t want to be impersonated. There is one way to shut Eric up.

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It was a star studded event. The wrap party. Always so strange… suddenly you remembered the first time someone arrived on set, how you had only known them by name and photo.

Yet here you were, five months later, hugging them close to your side as you got boisterous together.

“Do Wolfie next!” someone screeched at Eric. There were accompanying screams of laughter. Sean bowed his head and grinned into his beer as Eric, sitting in the middle of a crowd and doing his infamous impersonations, laughed and effortlessly became their director.

But he knew where this was going. He discreetly slipped off his stool and pulled out of the crowd. But he hadn’t been subtle enough, it seemed, because the next screams were for him.

“Do Sean, do Sean!”

Sean’s grin widened as he turned to Eric. Eric was looking straight at him with those deep brown eyes, and the moment froze and telescoped: five months of memories in one moment.

Eric gushing all over him like a star-struck teenage girl the first time they’d met, his voracious appetite for stories Sean could tell, his flattery, his almost imperceptible desire for Sean’s approval of his abilities.

And then the advent of his drinking games, his increasingly familiar laughter, and always, his stares.

Sean felt the familiar warm feeling that had been ambushing him for months now…

Subtle idolization from eyes like that.

The feeling intensified and spread. This night he was saying good night and goodbye to all of that, and he wanted more.

But instead his thoughts panned back across five months to the moment at hand, the noise of the party crashing back in, to Eric staring at him, waiting to see his reaction at the possibility of getting impersonated.

Sean’s grin widened, and he raised his hand and did slicing motions across his neck. Eric pulled himself up to his full height as much as he could sitting on a stool.

“Is that a threat, Sean?” he called in his lilting accent.

Sean smiled at the pleasure that voice had given him over the past five months.

“Aye, it’s a threat,” he replied in a low voice, feeling his face begin to heat. “Meaning don’t do it.”

“No, you’re right,” Eric said and bent his head, but it was Sean’s voice coming out of his mouth. “Just wouldn’t be right.”

His audience roared and Sean closed his eyes and shook his head. He walked into the circle and got close to Eric. He leaned forward and whispered in Eric’s ear, “You’re lucky your family’s here.”

Eric turned to him with mischief his eyes. “Or what?” he asked in his own voice.

“Or nuthin’” Sean said casually, accentuating his accent. He lifted his beer and watched Eric watch him take a gulp. “Just that I’m good at teachin’ lessons to cheeky boys,” he said in a low voice.

Then he raised his glass. “Cheers, mate,” he grinned, and moved out of the circle.

He was off to his hotel room, done for the night. A car waited outside to take him, and he stepped in quickly while failing to avoid the flash of camera bulbs.

Fifteen minutes later he swung his hotel room door shut, and then opened it with a grin to the sharp knocking he'd known was coming.

“Come for your lesson, Eric?”

“You can’t just threaten a man and then walk off like that!” Eric yelled and stepped in.

Sean swung the door shut and leaned against it, grinning widely. Had he been so raucous at that age? “So you come looking for trouble?”

“Clearly,” Eric said stridently, his dark eyes brimming with laughter. He crossed his arms. “And you called me a cheeky boy!”

“You are cheeky. Move to the foot of the bed and turn around,” Sean continued before Eric could speak.

“What?”

Sean whistled once and twirled his finger. Eric, always up for a gag, walked over to the bed, then turned around slowly, his head the last thing to turn.

“Now, try and hold still,” Sean said, moving to stand behind him, his body heating fast.

“What are you doing, mate,” Eric laughed, and then gasped as his shirt got yanked up from behind. Sean kept a tight grip on Eric’s shoulder and pushed his shirt farther up his back.

He bent forward, opened his mouth and sucked in a mouthful of flesh.

“Sean!” Eric tried not to yell. His hand clamped down on Sean’s thigh behind him. Sean flicked his tongue. Eric gasped more quietly this time, and pushed backwards.

“Sit on the bed.”

Eric turned around, sat on the bed, and looked up at Sean. His breathing had slowed and deepened. “You’re very bossy behind closed doors,” he said slowly.

“But in a nice way. Do an impression of me bossing you about later?”

“I just might…”

“Well then, I’ve got great material for you.”

He grabbed the edge of his long sleeved t-shirt and pulled it off. Eric stared at his chest. Sean grinned. They had all spent a hell of a lot of time at the gym for the shoot, and their bodies showed every hour of it.

“Nice pecs,” Eric swallowed.

“Let’s see yours then.”

Eric unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. “You want me to do Hector going topless? He quite enjoyed that.”

Sean laughed deep in his belly. The man was insane. “As long as you don’t get up.”

“Ehh, you can’t do Hector sitting down.”

Sean placed his hand on Eric’s shoulder and pushed him down unto the bed.

“But I guess you can do Eric lying down,” Eric grinned.

Sean tried not to laugh. “You are cracked.”

Eric laid on his back and looked up at him with his dark eyes. Sean knelt and pulled Eric’s pants off, shaking his head when he saw that he wore no underwear. His cock waved before settling against his stomach.

“Haven’t done this since school days,” he heard Eric murmur. Eric propped himself up on his elbows. “A bit like riding a bicycle, I hear.”

“Yea,” Sean whispered, his turn to stare at the sight before him. Eric’s body was huge. He and Pitt had packed on the most mass of all the cast, and even after all this time it was still impressive to stand close to him.

“Don’t leave me waiting all day,” Eric said thickly.

Sean kicked off his jeans and laid down next to Eric. Eric’s eyes followed his every movement, and when he stopped moving, they locked on his eyes. He breathed shallowly and stared at Sean. He looked… utterly mesmerized.

Sean smiled lopsidedly. It was always the talky ones.

He slid his hands down the ridges of muscle on Eric’s chest and stomach until he touched his pulsing arousal. It was, like the rest of the man, impressive. His hand circled it, and Eric breathed through his open mouth. His hand slid over Sean’s.

“How did you know I would follow you?” Eric whispered.

Sean surpressed his smile. You mean discounting five months of experience? Instead he said. “I’m Odysseus,” he said. “I’m smarter than all you Trojans put together. Now no more talking.”

He lowered his head and kissed Eric. Eric’s hands tangled in his hair and pulled a little harder than Sean would have expected. Well, it was his fault for leaving it shoulder length from playing Odysseus. He flicked his tongue against Eric’s and got another tug.

Then Eric began to push his head down over his body. Sean descended and flicked his tongue against Eric’s nipple until Eric’s “Oh, fucks” got too loud.

“Who’d have thought he’d be a screamer,” he mumbled to himself, and descended lower. He sucked the head of Eric’s cock into his mouth and got a loud groan in response.

“Right, then,” he decided, knowing Eric’s racket would only get worse. He turned until he was facing Eric’s feet. He pulled Eric unto his side with him, and swallowed him even before he was done turning. Eric bent his knee, pushed into Sean’s mouth, and got louder.

A moment later Sean groaned softly as his cock sank into Eric's hot mouth beneath him. And not a moment too soon, as management was likely already on their way to break in the door and find out who Sean Bean was murdering. Because Eric had been yelling his name, no less.

Eric pumped his mouth merciless, whimpering around his cock the entire time. Sean loved it. He wrapped his arm around Eric’s waist and grabbed his ass, and used that as leverage to fuck Eric’s mouth.

Eric growled around his cock and Sean knew the moment before it was too late to slip his hand around the base of Eric’s cock before Eric’s hand clamped on the back of his head.

Eric held his head in a death grip and came hard in his mouth. Sean let him ride out his spasms and catch his breath before he pushed him onto his back and began to thrust deeply into his mouth.

He lay flat on him, propped on his elbows, and hoped Eric knew what to do because he wasn’t going to hold back—

Eric’s hand circled the base of his cock and Sean thanked god and then thought of nothing else but the hot mouth trying to vacuum out his cock.

“Christ, Eric,” he gasped softly, realizing that was the wrong thing to think about. Eric’s mouth was scalding. His head fell forward, he breathed on Eric’s cock, pumped his hips slower, grunted with the effort. He thought of shooting schedules and press junkets, and still he sweated.

Then he thought helplessly of taking a snapshot of Eric’s mouth on his cock for posterity and came loudly, despite the management.

He groaned as he pulled out slowly.

“Like a bicycle indeed, mate!” he panted, collapsing onto his back. He flung his arm over his face and tried to catch his breath. “I don’t know why I thought you were going to be bloody timid on your back.”

Eric propped himself up on his elbow and grinned down at Sean. “Your bloody master and commander routine threw me off at first, that’s all.”

Sean chuckled. “So can you do Russell Crowe?”

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