Disclaimer: Let's be real. I wasn't hanging around BDSII set (sadly) so how would I know if this had happened? I wouldn't. So, no, this didn't happen. No, I know neither Sean nor Norman (again, much to my regret). This is all a product of my twisted little imagination.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, some major shedding of man-tears, and oral sex… nothing you haven't seen before, but if you don't like it, don't read it.
A.N.: This is it. The end. My first chaptered fic… he grew up so fast! One day I was changing his diapers, now he's leaving for college! Where does time go? Anyway, I hope you guys like the ending. I shall probably start a new FLANDUS fic (another multi-chapter!) soon… if you have any plot lines you'd like to see, leave a review and I'll see what I can do. Actually, leave a review no matter what because they make me happy.
Hey looky: I wrote oral sex! This is a first! I think I need to throw myself a party!
Also, to everyone who has reviewed and not gotten a reply: I am really sorry. I have all the notification e-mails in my inbox, and I shall start replying soon as I won't be working to update this…
Love,
PurpleRanger
Chapter Five: If at first you don't succeed…
Sean stops pacing and looks at Norman. "I was so angry. I felt like you were trying to hurt me. Christ, I don't even remember what we were fighting about anymore. But I felt this childish need for revenge. I know that doesn't make it okay," he added quickly as Norman's glare intensified. "But, frankly, nothing makes cheating okay. And I've got a question for you, Norm: if you wanted me back so much, why didn't you take me? I was willing to try again. I groveled. I promised to never do anything to hurt you ever again. I cried, I begged, I even offered to go to counseling. You were the one who said no."
Norman stares at the floor. He doesn't answer right away, instead taking a few moments to sort through his thoughts, to think of the words he needed to express his feelings. "It was too soon, Sean. You came groveling two days after the whole thing… I was still too hurt, too angry, to say yes. I wanted to hurt you right back. I guess I thought," he continued, looking intently at his hands so as to avoid Sean's gaze, "that you would come groveling later. That I would get another opportunity to try again once I'd calmed down. Fucking stupid, yeah?" Norman's voice cracks on the last word as the tears he's been holding in finally begin to fall. He lets them fall freely, blurring his vision. Well, at least he won't have to see Sean's expression now.
The bed dips down beside Norman and a strong arm wraps around his shuddering shoulders. He turns and buries his face in Sean's chest, soaking his shirt in tears. "Shh, Normy, it's okay. Look, here's another opportunity, right now. I can grovel again, if you want." He winces as Norman's tears turn to sobs at his joke attempt. Way to go, Flanery.
Norman pushes his face harder against Sean's chest, as if he's trying to burrow in there and hide for eternity, which, now that he thinks about it, sounds pretty nice. He feels kind of bad for not answering Sean right away, but he can't talk through the tears.
They sit there for a few minutes, Sean rubbing Norman's back and whispering soothing words as Norman sobs into his chest. Finally, Norman raises his head, and bloodshot eyes meet blue. "I think I'm okay without the groveling; I remember the gist of it from last time. I do want to, though… you know, try again. It's not going to go right back to how it was before, but we can just start over. Clean slate and all." He smiles nervously, worried Sean won't want to start over, will want everything to be the same as before… and Norman isn't ready for that.
For all his moping over what he lost, Norman isn't ready to pick back up with Sean where they left off. He doesn't trust Sean enough for that, not yet. Sean can rebuild that trust, but until then, Norman is setting boundaries. He's not sure what sort of boundaries he means, but there will be some, if only so Sean feels that the relationship is different than last time. That it's for real, not playing house until someone gets mad.
"I would love that," Sean says to Norman, smiling back. His grin widens. "Norman Reedus, will you be my boyfriend?" he asks, removing his arm from Norman's shoulders to hold his hand.
"Yeah, I'd like that," Norman replies shyly. He knows Sean is kidding around, that the boyfriend question had been decided by their conversation, but the formality comforts him. The relationship seems more legitimate, more real, now that Sean asked. God, you are acting like a high school girl who got asked to her first prom. Grow up, idiot.
Sean lets go of Norman's hand and instead wraps both arms tightly around his waist, pulling the other man closer until their chests are almost touching. Norman worms his hands out from his own laps and drapes them around Sean's neck, pulling their faces closer until their foreheads touch. "Hey," he whispers.
Sean feels Norman's breath ghost over his lips. "Hey yourself," he replies. He's dying to kiss Norman, but hesitates, remembering Norman's "starting over" speech from a minute ago. Is kissing him going too fast? Luckily, his question is answered as Norman pushes Sean's face closer while maneuvering his own so their lips meet.
The kiss is soft and chaste, but both Norman and Sean exhale happily through their noses, reveling in the perfection of the moment. Sean smiles a little into the kiss as he sees Norman's eyes drift shut. He opens his mouth slightly and lets his tongue snake out between his lips to trace Norman's tongue, trusting Norman to tell him to stop if it's too much too soon.
But Norman doesn't tell him to stop. Instead, his mouth opens a little and he allows Sean to deepen the kiss. Sean's tongue remaps the once-familiar surfaces of Norman's mouth, and Sean is in heaven as he tastes a combination of Guinness, tobacco, and pure Norman. Soon, however, Norman's tongue begins to battle for dominance. Sean gladly lets Norman plunder his mouth. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Norman pulls back for air.
Sean doesn't let him go that easily. As soon as Norman's mouth detaches, he latches on to the skin at the junction of Norman's neck and shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark – take that, makeup! – before breaking off to slide Norman's shirt over his head. He is about to latch on to Norman again when a hand grabs his chin. Well, you've gone and made him uncomfortable. Way to ruin the perfect reunion kiss. But the hand simply drags his mouth back to Norman's before it leaves to stroke his hair. Sean responds by reacquainting his hands with Norman's torso. His left hand runs up and down Norman's spine as his right traces the area where he knows the tattoo is.
Norman is pretty sure he hasn't been this happy in years. Since Sean left, actually. He pulls back once more, this time to pull Sean's shirt off. Now it's his turn to attack his boyfriend's body with open mouth kisses. He kisses down Sean's neck, onto his shoulder. He's about to keep going further down when strong hands move to his shoulders and push him down onto the bed. He relaxes into the touch and allows his head to fall back onto the pillows. This feels so natural, so right.
Norman captures Sean's mouth once again as Sean drapes his body over his, their bodies aligning perfectly; they did meet by playing twins, after all. They kiss passionately, and Norman finds himself grinding his hips up against Sean's. Weren't you the one who wanted some boundaries? he asks himself, and then promptly tells himself to shut the fuck up. He's not going to go all the way, he decides, but some relief would be nice.
Sean moans into Norman's mouth as his hips grind up. He wants this to be spontaneous and natural, but he doesn't want to go too far for Norman tonight. So he forces himself to break away from Norman, pushing himself up on his elbows so he can look Norman in the eye. "How far do you want to take this, babe?" he asks breathlessly. Okay, Norman's kiss-swollen lips are definitely not helping him get himself under control. This is going to be harder – no, shit, more difficult – than anticipated.
Norman lies still for a moment, trying to compose himself enough to give an answer that adequately expresses his thoughts. "I don't want to have sex, Sean, not tonight," he says, looking up in to Sean's eyes for reassurance that this is okay. "I just don't think we need to rush into that," he continues after Sean smiles encouragingly at him. "But other than that, it's up to you." He smiles coyly at Sean before pulling the blond man down for another kiss.
Sean is ecstatic. Norman trusts him enough for this! Anyway, he knows how to do a lot of things that aren't sex but will relieve some of the pressure in his groin, which is getting unbearable. Judging by the bulge nudging his hip, Norman needs something too. Sean is only too happy to do something about it.
He pulls his mouth from Norman's. Norman grumbles a bit in displeasure, but Sean just smiles, kissing Norman's collarbone. As much as he would just like to kiss Norman all night, he has some other plans that Norman will be happy with soon enough. He moves his mouth down Norman's torso slowly, kissing the tattoo on one beautiful pectoral muscle, then licking and blowing on a nipple. It hardens quickly, and Sean smiles widely. It's nice to see that some things never change. He tears himself away, however, because he has goals to accomplish (Sean likes setting easily accomplished goals, such as the current "get Norman off quickly" goal).
Sean continues kissing down Norman's chest and stomach, his hands running up and down the brunette's sides as he does so. Norman begins to whimper a little as Sean gets closer and closer to the hem of his jeans. As his mouth kisses Norman's quivering abs, Sean's hands start undoing Norman's button and zipper. He shifts a little and situates a hand under Norman, lifting him up to pull his pants and boxers off.
Sean thanks every deity he can think of. Norman Reedus is beautiful naked.
A small mewl from the pillows reminds Sean of what he should be doing. There will be plenty of time to ogle Norman's naked form later. Right now, Sean has things to do. He licks a stripe up Norman's cock, delighting in the throaty moan that comes from above. Holy shit, he might come from those moans alone. He holds Norman's hips still with his right hand, but moves his left to fist his own arousal. God, he needs to get off soon or he might explode into tiny pieces.
Another groan from Norman, and Sean decides to give him what he really wants. He opens his mouth wide and swallows Norman to the root. Norman cries out a strangled, "Fuck, Sean!" It's all the encouragement Sean needs. He begins to suck in earnest, bobbing his head quickly, listening happily to Norman's increasing moans and profanity. He regretfully moves his left hand from his own body to help hold down Norman's powerful hips. He's giving Norman pleasure, but he's also the one in control. Anyway, Norman is so big that Sean is pretty sure he'll choke if he lets Norman thrust into his mouth.
Norman's eyes are rolling into the back of his head. So this is what heaven is like. I had forgotten. He feels like a horny teenager again; Sean's been giving him an amazing blowjob for about a minute and he's dying to come. Seriously, can you get injured from not getting off when you need to? Norman doesn't know, so he decides he needs to come soon, just in case. "Please, Sean," he croaks, moving his hands to thread through Sean's hair. "God! Fuck, please, Sean, just…" he fades off to a groan. Sean probably has the most talented mouth in the universe.
Sean can hear the desperate, pained need in Norman's voice; it's the same need he feels. He moves his head faster, and slides one hand from Norman's hip to massage his balls instead. He feels Norman stiffen, and he glides his head so that just the tip of Norman's cock is in his mouth, and Norman is coming, hard and fast. Sean swallows it all, then lets Norman fall from his mouth. Holy fuck he is going to explode. He has been hard as steel for what feels like eternity and Norman coming might be the hottest thing in the world. Sean sits back and grabs his own cock, desperate for release.
Norman is in a wonderful, post-orgasmic haze when a loud groan brings him back to reality. He opens his eyes to tiny slits, and then opens them wide and sits up. Sean is fisting himself at the foot of the bed. Oh, God. That is the most beautiful sight Norman has seen in a long time. He's pretty sure his brain, already pretty much fried from a wonderful blowjob, just short-circuited.
Sean was already worked up from kissing, sucking, and watching Norman; it takes him only a few tugs to reach his release. He slumps onto Norman, thoroughly exhausted. He is drifting off when he hears Norman speak.
"I love watching you touch yourself, Sean, but I didn't get to reciprocate," Norman whines playfully. He pokes Sean in the side, trying to get the tired man to pay attention to him.
"You were in La-La-Land and I needed to come soon or risk painful death, Norm. I promise you can reciprocate later. Hell, I'll hold you to it," Sean tells him. "Now, can we sleep? It's been a long, stressful fucking day, and we have to work tomorrow."
"Yeah, baby. Let's sleep." Norman squirms around a bit before managing to pull the sheet up onto them.
They are still sticky from Sean's release, but they don't care. They cuddle together and sleep, happy once again.
THE END.
A.N.: First kind-of-sort-of-sex scene. Please be nice.