Title: Jump In
Author: jillrocca
Fandom: Valentine's Day, 2010
Pairings: Sean/Holden
Summary: As an international businessman, Holden had been everywhere and seen everything and thought he knew it all. Thought he knew who he was and what he wanted, but that was before Sean came along.

Chapter 1: Clean Slate

Christmas Eve, 2006
Los Angeles, CA

It was Christmas Eve and Holden Wilson was still sitting at his desk typing away at his computer. He wasn't doing anything really. The reports he stared at now had been completed hours ago. Now (as he told himself) he was proof-reading, but in reality he just didn't want to go downstairs. He was avoiding the office party going on downstairs, everyone was there. He knew he was being childish and he should have just gone straight home. He didn't actually know what he was waiting for, but he waited and waited until …

"Holden! When are you going to get out of this office?"

His friend Dave had entered unannounced. He held a drink in one hand and he was smiling with a wide, lopsided grin. He was drunk, or at least very tipsy.

Holden shut down his computer. "Just finished working," He lied, "I think I might go home now."

Dave looked at Holden and gave an exasperated sigh before saying, "You've been working non-stop for over a month. It's Christmas Eve! Come downstairs and have some fun."

"I'm not feeling well," Holden said shaking his head and gathering up his things.

Dave rolled his eyes. "You have got to let it go. Come on, let's have some fun."

Holden had let "it" go. "It" being his most recent break-up with his boyfriend of about seven months. It had happened just after Thanksgiving. His boyfriend of seven months said that he found someone else. Holden tried not to show it, but the breakup had torn him apart. It had come completely out of left field and it stung that he hadn't seen it coming at all. His ex-boyfriend had moved on and Holden had accepted that, but he just felt sad. Or as if someone had pulled the carpet out from under his feet and no one was there to help pick him up. Slowly, but surely, he was pulling himself off the floor. Slowly but surely.

Holden yawned. "Another time," he said standing up and crossing the room to get his jacket off of his coat rack. He said to Dave, who was leaning on the doorframe looking at Holden all the while. "I'm going to see my family early tomorrow, but next time, okay?"

Dave looked at him a bit concerned but nodded all the same. Holden just left.

:::

New Years Eve, 2006

Holden was drunk, he decided. It was New Years Eve and he had nothing else to do, no one to see so he was at home alone with a case of expensive beer (it was New Years, he splurged) and his television was tuned in to watch the ball drop in Times Square.

Except that it was only after 10 PM. That was the sad part. Only just after ten o'clock and his inhibitions were already slipping. May not be such a bad thing though. He wanted to forget the last few weeks.

The phone rang. It was Dave.

"Holden! Come on! You're coming out tonight." He said.

"What?"

"I'm not waiting for an answer. Are you dressed? Come outside, I'm in my car. There's a big party tonight at a friend of mine's house down by the beach. We're going. You are not staying home alone tonight."

"But I—"

But Dave wouldn't let Holden finish his protests. "No! Come outside!"

Dave hung up the phone. Holden stared at it for a few seconds. He was still dressed sure in black slacks and a black shirt. Wait, he wasn't actually considering this was he? He had to admit though, he didn't want to be home alone, drunk in a quiet house counting down the last few seconds to midnight silently to himself. He could see that image of himself in a picture in his head and he didn't like it. Going out was a good idea, he thought in his drunken state. He downed the last of his beer in one gulp, stood up (too quickly, he staggered a bit as he went to put on his shoes) and went outside to join Dave in his car.

"What kind of party is this?" Holden asked as they were on their way.

"Wild!" Dave yelled in excitement He laughed. Holden wondered if Dave were drunk as well.

Holden rubbed his eyes feeling tired already. "I never do this," He groaned in a lapse back to reality. Sober, Holden would have put Dave down with some sort of lie, but intoxicated that wasn't likely. There was no turning back now.

"I know you don't man! That's the point!"

Holden looked at Dave questioningly.

"You're such a nice guy," Dave went on, "Such a nice guy! You deserve to get over that jerk. Tonight you're going to go out and do something that will make you forget about him … something … naughty, just do whatever! And tomorrow, when it's 2007, you'll have a clean slate."

Tipsy Holden smiled. Tipsy Holden liked this idea a lot. Logical, inhibited Holden had been withholding fun from him for a month. That Holden had thrown himself into his career trying desperately to forget the pain and humiliation of his breakup with … what was his name again? Tipsy Holden didn't remember, nor did he care.

Things were looking up.

When they go to the party, it was loud from the music and people yelling and wooing. Dave and Holden walked around the house surveying the party at first. Dave was trying to find the host and Holden was just tagging along observing all the people. Some people were talking on couches in the living room and a lot more people were dancing or making out in other rooms. Down below by the beach a number of people were diving with bottles of beer in hand into a pool.

Dave gave up searching for his friend after a while and he and Holden went into the kitchen to find the alcohol. They were successful and beer in hand they made to leave the kitchen just as a bunch of girls came in.

"Dave!" Called out one, she grabbed Dave by the shoulders and smiled up at him. She was very pretty with long light brown hair, petite build, tanned skin and outsized breasts.

"Hey!" He said a little too enthusiastically. The two of them left together talking and laughing about something. This left Holden by himself. A few of the other girls were eying him like little kids would eye a piece of candy. Holden sighed and walked out of the kitchen. The girls didn't follow him. Good. He chuckled to himself and shook his head at how easily he had been abandoned. He decided to leave the house because the noise was so loud. He found a bit of peace on a balcony overlooking the pool. No one was out here (although he did find a bra, matching set of panties and two pairs of boxer shorts). He closed the sliding door behind him muffling the sound coming from inside. People were a bit quieter outside as they were all too busy making out in the pool to make much noise.

"Oh wow," He said catching a few party-goers stripping in the pool. He averted his gaze outward and looked at the sea.

So vast, so dark, so pretty.

"Hi," came a stranger's voice from behind him. It was deep and rough. A man's voice. The owner of the voice came and leaned over the balcony looking out at the sea with Holden. Holden could smell the alcohol on him.

"Hi," Holden said politely not looking over at the newcomer.

"What's your name?" The man asked slurring his words, but only a little bit.

"Holden," Holden said still not looking at the other man.

The man started to chuckle. It was a deep, throaty sound. "Where did you pick that out?" He asked still chuckling.

"I didn't," Holden said coldly.

The man took a sip of something and then said, "Fair enough,"

Holden was annoyed now. He turned to look at the guy, to tell him off, but that was a mistake. The man was hot. He was as tall as Holden, but with more muscle. This man was rough. Raw even, he was raw man. He was the type of guy that's got to be a sports player or if not that then he must be a construction worker. Holden was immediately attracted, but that could also be drunk Holden talking.

"Who are you?" Holden asked abruptly.

The man looked at him as if he were surprised. That was weird. Should Holden know this man? "Uh, Sean," The man looked at him puzzled. "You don't know who I am?"

"No," Holden said taken aback, "Have we met before?"

"Uh, no," The man, Sean, said shaking his head, "I don't think so." He smiled.

"Oh," Holden said. Even when he was drunk he never forgot a face. He turned back to look out at the ocean drinking more of his beer.

The man suddenly moved closer to Holden resting his arm on the balcony looking at Holden. Holden turned. He said, "Do you want something?" Logical Holden figuratively kicked Tipsy Holden. He knew what the answer would be.

"Yeah, you," Sean said touching Holden's arm gazing into his eyes. "If you want it."

Holden tried to step back, but Sean's fingers closed around his arm and pulled him in kissing him. After a few seconds, Holden pushed him off.

"You do know I'm a guy right?" He had to ask. The smell of alcohol on this guy was strong.

"Yeah, you're a man," Sean said closing the distance between them and resting his hands on Holden's hips. "A sexy man with great hips." Sean kissed Holden again pressing his lips harder expressing his need, his hunger for Holden.

After what seemed like too soon, Sean pulled away from Holden and whispered in his ear, "I live right next door. Do you want to get a little privacy?"

Oh, oh no. Holden Wilson, international businessman did not do this. However, drunk Holden Wilson on vacation might consent to this. This guy was hot and he wanted Holden. How he could tell that Holden was gay, he didn't care. Holden felt a hunger and a longing welling up inside of his that he hadn't felt even when he was dating his previous boyfriend … what was his name again?

Holden finally nodded.

Sean kissed him again. It was a hot searing kiss that Holden returned with fervor. After a little while, Sean grunted in frustration, tearing his lips away from Holden's. He grabbed Holden's hand and led him back into the house, through the crowd and out the door.

:::

When Sean got Holden inside his place, he immediately began to kiss him again. He wrapped his hands around Holden's slender hips and pulled him close. He was feeling particularly passionate with this man. Sean hadn't been able to be this close with a man in so long. When he saw Holden at his neighbor's party on the patio, he had to have him. Except of course if he wasn't gay, but he was Sean though happily. He'd lucked out twice in a row too because Holden didn't have a clue as to who he really was. Sean Jackson was a pro football player and a popular one too. People said if he kept playing he would soon end up in the hall of fame. Not to sound too cocky, but he was a big deal.

As a pro football player he was not supposed to be gay, and yet he was. He spent a great deal of the past couple of seasons unleashing his pent up sexual energy on the field and it had paid off for him, but tonight was different. This man, Holden, was hot. Sean had just realized just how good it felt to wrap this man up in his arms and to think that he wasn't going to go to that party. The girls that lived next door were always trying to get Sean to come over for obvious reasons. Tonight he decided to play along and went to their party. It was New Years Eve and they had alcohol in abundance. He shouldn't be drinking because he was still in season, but he would live.

Then he saw Holden and he was gay and also very submissive to Sean's advances. Even though he pretended not to be earlier, Holden was positively melting in Sean's arms. Sean wanted to savor this and at the same time take all of Holden all at once. They were kissing in Sean's foyer still. Sean applied more pressure to Holden's lips. He could feel the other man's lips grow hot as they swelled against his own. He tightened his grip on Holden's hips making his way down to cup Holden's ass.

Holden moaned, a sweet musical sound emitting from his lips. Grunting, Sean backed away slowly and hesitantly, but he knew if he didn't stop now he would end up taking this man here on the floor. His body was screaming at him to go horizontal, but he wouldn't do it here.

"Let's go to my room," He said in a horse whisper.

Holden, still dazed by the feelings of pleasure coursing through his body only managed to nod. He hadn't been touched, no wanted … no, needed like this ever, he felt. Even went he was with his ex he hadn't felt needed like this. He could feel a hunger and a longing in Sean as he clutched at him and kissed him. Heat rose from his body as if her were on fire. On fire for him.

Sean grabbed Holden's hand again and led him through the house, quickly up a set of stairs and through a door. Slamming the door shut, Sean went at Holden desperately fumbling with the buttons on Holden's shirt and when he was finally done with the thing he thrust it off of Holden and threw it unceremoniously into a corner of his bedroom. At the same time Holden was working on Sean's shirt which he began to lift up as Sean lifted up Holden's under shirt and breaking apart from their kiss finally allowing themselves to be free of the constraints of clothing.

When they were both shirtless, Sean pushed Holden back to his bed and fell on top of him kissing him and undoing the belt on Holden's slacks. He undid it and pulled down Holden's pants, underwear and even managed to pull off his socks. He broke the kiss as he did this and Holden moaned repeatedly and soon his straining member was free from his pants. Sean stood up and removed his own pants and soon they were both naked.

Sean put his hands on either side of Holden's head and smiled down at him before he moved to kiss his lips, then his neck, then his collar bone with he spent a bit of time nibbling on which made Holden moan more. Holden placed one of his hands on the back of Sean's head and rested the other on his back pulling him closer.

Sean moved now licking down the center line of Holden's chest before settling in and kissing Holden's right nipple while he teased the left one with his fingers. Holden gasped; another sweet sound to Sean. He bit down lightly on Holden's nipple and Holden gasped again.

Holden was rock hard and so was Sean. He moved back to Holden's lips and this time putting his body directly on top of Holden. As he was kissing him, he moved his hips rubbing their lengths together. Holden shivered underneath him despite the high temperature emitting from his body.

After a short time of this in which Sean thought he might explode he moved away from Holden again and opened his bedside drawer. He reached in the drawer and fished out lubricant and a condom. Applying the lube to his fingers he slid one inside of Holden. Holden gasped again and started panting very heavily. Sean decided as he worked to stretch Holden out to kiss his neck and lick along his jaw line. Two fingers in now. Holden panted even more heavily.

By the time Sean reached three fingers Holden was moaning and panting so much that Sean knew the other man had just about reached his limit. He tore open the packaging on the condom and slipped it on. He kissed Holden on the mouth once more. Holden whimpered as if begging Sean for more. Sean obliged much to Holden's delight. Sean plunged deep inside of him rocking his hips back and forth gently and then adding speed as time went on.

Holden could feel that he was reaching his climax quickly, but he really wanted to take all of Sean in. He hadn't felt this passionate in ages. It felt so good. So good … The way Sean was just plunging into him … and God, he was so hot. The contours of his body were well defined in hard muscle. He was a little beefy, but Holden liked it. Just look at the way the beads of sweat trickled down Sean's abs. Sean exuded all that a real man should be; he was so firm, but so tender with Holden as he made love to him.

"Oh!" A little cry passed Holden's lips. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He was reaching his breaking point.

Sean cried out too and then exploded as Holden also reached his climax and spewed all over his and Sean's stomachs. Eyes rolling into the back of his head Holden really didn't want to let go of this night.

Not ever.

To be continued …