Fic: Fucken Brilliant

[ladyjanelly]

• Title: Fucken Brilliant 1/1
• Author: LadyJanelly
• Pairing: Flandus
• Rating:  Probably NC-17 to be on the safe side.
• Warnings: Slash, RPS, First time, PWP
• Disclaimer:  I don't know them.  Nothing I say is based on anything but the sick thoughts in my head.
• Notes: Unbeta'ed.  Oh yeah, and I'm still blaming goodtwin for any RPS that I have written or will write in the future.  She dropped that first pebble that may turn out to be an avalanche.

 

"That was fucken brilliant, Reedus."

Sean still has his "Connor" voice on, even between takes, part of the thing that makes him such a good actor, Norman supposes.

"Huh? What was?"

Norman takes a long drag off of his cigarette. Sean only smokes for the camera, but he usually comes outside to keep him company when Norman takes a smoke break.

Sean gives him a smirk, blue eyes flashing, and damn, a warmth sparks in the bottom of his stomach and the hunger that's been nagging him for the entire shooting of this film flares to life.

"That thing you did with your hand when the cat got shot. Running your hand up my side like you were checking for bullet holes under my shirt."

Norman ducks his head and runs the pad of his thumb over his lips, trying not to smile.

"Thanks." Any praise from someone so experienced is flattering at this point in his career. "It just seemed natural, y'know?"

Sean grins. "Oh, aye. If I'd thought of it first you'd have been the one getting felt up on camera."

Norman coughs and takes another drag off of the cigarette. He tries to figure out if Sean's flirting with him. His cock throbs against the zipper of the torn and faded jeans. He realizes that he truly hopes so, and that's really weird because he's never actively wanted a man to flirt with him before.

He wonders if he's blushing. He wonders if his hard-on shows. Sean looks down and back up and fuck, Norman knows it shows.

Those eyes flick to the side, a narrow alley between two sound stages. His eyes meet Norman's again, briefly, then Sean turns and walks that way.

Norman knows an invitation when he sees one.

He's never done anything like this before. Not with a guy at least. He hesitates just a second before stubbing out his cigarette and following Sean out of the public area and down the cool-shadowed corridor.

His eyes haven’t quite adjusted when strong hands grab him by the shoulders, pressing him hard against the tin wall. Hips push against his, a slow grind that burns out the last of his discomfort and confusion. Feeling Sean's cock through the jeans, knowing Sean can feel his--it seems so hot, so right.

"God, Reedus."

Flat palms slide over his chest, his shoulders.

Slow hard dry-humping and fuck he needs more.

He pushes against soft cotton, turning Sean's back to the wall and he doesn’t hear any complaints as their positions are reversed. It feels good. It feels more than good. He's shaking as he unfastens Sean's pants and fuck how can Sean be so calm about this. He slips his fingers inside and oh God. No underwear.

Hard. Smooth. Oh-so-warm.

He needs more.

Norman sinks to his knees, sees Sean's eyes widen in surprise, sees his lips part as he takes a tight breath. God that's so hot and he wants to see it again. Even more, he wants to cause it.

He coaxes Sean's cock out of his jeans, watching his face as he does. Beautiful.

Sean's hands are pressed to the tin wall like he's afraid he'll float away and his pupils are so blown Norman would wonder what drugs he was on, if Sean did that sort of thing.

He nuzzles his cheek against that beautiful cock as he tries to gather his courage again. a flick of his tongue and he feels it jump. A whisper of breath and Sean gasps.

The glimmer of power makes him bolder and he slips his lips over the smooth head. The taste is different than he expected, but not bad. Masculine. Smoky.

He can't decide if he likes it that Sean isn’t touching him, not sure if he could handle his head being pushed down or even guided.

He dares to go a little deeper, hears Sean moan, feels him pressing the back of Norman's throat. He resists the urge to gag, and moves his head so he isn’t being choked.

He tries to remember what he likes when he's on the receiving end of this sort of thing, but it's hard to picture any moment of his life before this one.

He steadies himself on Sean's hips, feeling the edge of bone under his hands, the flex and pull of lean muscle. Concentrating on the task at hand, he slides the tip of his tongue over the tiny slit, tastes the salt there. His own cock throbs with Sean's. He can feel the other man struggling to not thrust into his mouth.

Braver now, he reaches behind, squeezing that perfect ass in his hands. God he feels so inadequate, next to that body, soft and lazy in comparison to Sean's strength and grace. He pulls the other man's hips towards him, urging Sean to rock away from the wall a little. He's in control. Sean is letting him be in control.

"...Reedus?" He realizes his name's been called. Twice. He looks up as slim fingers push his shoulder.

"Close--" Sean's voice is hoarse with the effort of holding back. His eyes are closed when Norman looks up, breathing through his teeth as he restrains himself.

For a second, Norman considers it, but there's no way he is ready to have come in his mouth.

He stands up and steps to the side; his hand slides over Sean's spit-slick cock and he finishes it with quick hard jerks, watching in fascination as the tension crests then fades from Sean's face, as he's overwhelmed by pleasure.

It's beautiful, and so different than watching a woman come. More real somehow, or more primitive; he can't decide which.

Then it's over, and yeah, he feels a sense of accomplishment and he's still hard. Sean's looking at him, all serious now. There's something in his eyes; need where lust had been. His fingers drift up over Norman's ribs, just firm enough to not tickle.

Sean's lips are parted, his head tilted just a little to one side and Norman wants to kiss those lips almost as much as he wants to have his dick touched.

"Mister Flannery? Mister Reedus?" The intern's voice echoes down the walkway. They jump apart before she can come down this way. Sean zips himself up.  Norman wipes his mouth.  Not good for either of their careers to be caught together like this.

"Reedus!" Sean's voice is urgent but low. A hand touches his elbow then pulls away again. "This isn’t finished." The fierceness in his voice goes right to Norman's crotch.

God it's going to be a long shoot.

Comments

[roadparty.livejournal.com]

Sean gives him a skmirk - should be smirk. That's the only thing I see wrong. HOT. VERY HOT.

*nghflail*

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Fixed.

Glad it warmed you up. :)

[civilbloodshed.livejournal.com]

Wow, that went straight to my vagina. *spamsam*

No underwear, God is Sean a skank.

Damn those PA's! *wishes she were a PA*

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

Sean crotch icon!

Naughty Sean.

I was worried that people wouldnt like this one so much, since it doesnt get too down and dirty, but the response has been very happy. :)

[prfctdaze.livejournal.com]

...but it's hard to picture any moment of his life before this one. Oh, that's great.

Um, I noticed it said 1/1. Is it really fair to leave poor fangirls Norman hanging? *begs, pleads, offers up first born*

This was hot, sexy and yummy.

Bless goodtwin and her corrupting influence ;)

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

I wrote this while waiting for my car to be serviced this morning. If the inspiration hits, I might make a sequel. :)

Glad you enjoyed it.

[rieloflorien.livejournal.com]

(I wrote this feedback as I was reading)

*G*
Sean grins. "Oh, aye. If I'd thought of it first you'd have been the one getting felt up on camera."
That I LIKE! *smiles*

"it's hard to picture any moment of his life before this one." This is so true. A nice way to re-phrase "Mind-blowing sex".

"God he feels so inadequate, next to that body, soft and lazy in comparison to Sean's strength and grace." Great comparison, but we all know which one I'd prefer ;-)

I am sure you have a reason for the Reedus and not using "Norman". I wish you had though.

Hot piece of work, dear! And now I am expected to work? Holy shit!
I like this a lot and it works for me, cause you've bee true to the characters and your vocabulary is great.

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

I looove your feedback. Mmmm, tasty details of what you liked or didnt.

Part of this was helped by the interviews Norman and Troy did on the college campus tour. Norman said he felt his butt was wide and pasty next to Sean's when they filmed the "call from ma" scene. Also, I was pretty sure I remember Troy saying once that nobody on the set called Norman "norman," but "Reedus" instead. If ever there is a sequel, that may change for Sean.

[rieloflorien.livejournal.com]

The things you know...
WOW! Pity I wasn't able to go to any of the shows. Any idea why Sean never goes?
I was wondering if he calls himself Sean Patrick or what... I guess Sean it is so.

Well, I looove your work, dear!
You keep writing, I keep commenting!

[athousanderrors.livejournal.com]

He couldn't go because of filming, or so I heard.

Norman apparently related a story that he and Rocco told Sean that one of the colleges they were going to was an all-girls college. And Sean called them fucking bastards. Hee.

[athousanderrors.livejournal.com]

nnnnngh *flailspasmdie*

oooh that was hot. I can't pick out any bits I like in particular, mostly because I like it all. Very intense, very hot, without being too smutty. Very nice.

sequel? *puppydogNorman eyes*

[ladymadness.livejournal.com]

this story is Fucken Brilliant, and you are Fucken Brilliant!!!

first "Look After Your brother" and now this ...
did you decide to make norm and sean happy so you could manage keeping murph and connor unhappy for just a little longer?

please we want more, norm&sean / conn&murph
(i'm not schizophrenic, just speaking for my friends too)

Love u, love u, love u !!!

[ladymadness.livejournal.com]

what ever i said before. ~points up~.
god this is soo ... i need to read the next one ..
Elina.

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Mmmhmm...You're good at this RPS thing, aren'tcha? ;)


I liked that Sean was the initiator in this (and maybe even the bigger slut ;p). It's almost always the other way around.


Norman knows an invitation when he sees one.

^ It's always fascinated me how guys with each other just, you know, one glance, and they know exactly what they want and that it's gonna happen.

How do they do that? Fuckers.


He pushes against soft cotton, turning Sean's back to the wall and he doesn't hear any complaints as their positions are reversed.

^ And Sean lets Norman take control because he probably senses that Norm's a little more comfortable being the aggressor.

Maybe Sean likes that more, maybe he doesn't care cos he knows he's getting off no matter what. Heh.


Sean's hands are pressed to the tin wall like he's afraid he'll float away

^ Great image.


He tries to remember what he likes when he's on the receiving end of this sort of thing, but it's hard to picture any moment of his life before this one.

^ Yabba.


He steadies himself on Sean's hips, feeling the edge of bone under his hands, the flex and pull of lean muscle.

^ Fuckin' hell. I know most people seem to be more into Norman, but, fuck, Sean is almost too physically perfect, IMO.


His fingers drift up over Norman's ribs, just firm enough to not tickle.

^ Love this description.


What I really liked overall about this is that it's very hot, but it also seems realistic.

A lot of people would write it like, as soon as Norman's on his knees, he suddenly instinctively knows how to give the perfect bj.

It was really good how you described his changing thoughts and sensations.

It had a very true "first time" feel to it, without being overemphasized. It had a very natural flow and progression.


But then poor Norm doesn't get his turn! :(

Though that's realistic as well. On a movie set, they'd have to be sneaking around for stolen minutes here and there. Quick liaisons, getting what they could when they could.


Me likey!

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

I liked that Sean was the initiator in this

for some reason, Sean seems the more world-wise and experiance of the two. the whole teen-actor thing, and getting into martial arts and stuff. He seems like he's been through the craziness and out the other side. Norman, especially in 1999, I imagine as more star-struck and overwhelmed by everything.

And Sean lets Norman take control because he probably senses that Norm's a little more comfortable being the aggressor.

Norman as the limit-setter, and no words needing to be spoken about it. Seemed sorta Zen. :)

Fuckin' hell. I know most people seem to be more into Norman, but, fuck, Sean is almost too physically perfect, IMO.


Dude. Just physically speaking, Sean's got that long-triangle thing going much stronger than Norman does. Tighter ass. More muscles. I downloaded one of the panel discussions from the college tour, and Norm was all self-conscious about his butt when compared to Sean's.

It had a very true "first time" feel to it, without being overemphasized.

Thanks. That's totally the feel I was going for. comfortable but exciting, new but safe. low-angst.

But then poor Norm doesn't get his turn! :(

maybe Sean will have been right when he said "This isnt finished."

No promises though. I'll have to hit the mood and the time and the idea-thread to pull it through.

[soulful-demon.livejournal.com]

arr arrr...i gotta look for the sequel to this..it isnt finished!! hehe

[unperfectwolf.livejournal.com]

Oh gods that was hot.

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

I've got the sequel to this, and the next part to "Boston" on my little notebook, I just have to be home for long enough to type them up sometime soon.

And I've got a crack-tacular, RPS thing with Norman Reedus and Marshall Mathers in the works. More pre-slash at this point, strange and almost-fluffy with a hint of angst.

Thanks for the FB. There's nothing like waking up to an inbox full of reviews. :)

[unperfectwolf.livejournal.com]

Oh good gods. How can you tease me like this?!?! I am friending you, like now. And this isn't a question, it's a fact. This is not a democracy, dontchya know? *grin*

[and-the-damned.livejournal.com]

uhhhhhhhh mmmmmmm
that was hot
good lord, you have a gift....that was perfect and so belivable, I felt like I was hiding in the alley watching.....

[sunhawk.livejournal.com]

Imprrrresive ^_^ *purrs* lovely job!