Original Fic 'Falling For You' Rob/Sean NC17 Part Two

[janedavitt]

Here's the second part, where things get more complicated..

Previous parts here.



The afternoon was the longest on record, and Rob didn't even have Sean's ass to look at because Chris, without a flicker of a smile, had told Sean to take Ian's place in the crane after lunch. Sean had given Chris a mildly exasperated look and then nodded, his eye flickering in a wink as he walked past Rob.

Which, with Chris back in the cherry picker, left Rob with the taciturn Ian for company, and he was no company at all.

By the time they knocked off for the day, Rob had a skinned knuckle, a bruise on his shin from a log that had rolled toward him when he'd wanted it to roll away, and a deep conviction that Chris was going to pay him and tell him not to bother turning up the next day.

"He's just looking out for you."

Rob turned and met Ian's mild gaze. The man was pushing forty, graying hair at his temples and deeply etched wrinkles around his eyes making him look older. Rob knew Ian was married, with a couple of kids, knew he had a dog called Bessie and a house on the edge of town, where the countryside began. Knew his last name -- McBride -- and knew he was Chris' cousin.

Ian hadn't told him any of that. Ian didn't talk much at all, although he always had a friendly smile for Rob in the morning, and a nod of the head at night when they went their separate ways, Rob walking if the job wasn't too far from his place, to save gas money.

"Who is?"

"Chris." Ian glanced over at Chris who was deep in talk with the client, nodding along and smiling and then back at Rob. "Sean's -- a good worker. Reliable." Ian nodded slowly. "Yep. And Chris'll turn a blind eye up to a point, but I wouldn't be late back again from a break."

"I -- I didn't mean --"

Ian turned away. "Don't bother explaining, kid. You're not the first, won't be the last."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

It came out sounding angrier than Rob had planned. Ian's back stiffened, but he didn't turn back. "Means you shouldn't play poker, kid. Not with a face that tells as much as yours does. Means you might want to ask Sean if he's heard from Zach lately."

Rob bit his lip. Sean was walking towards them now, a rake swinging from his hand, the last of the debris tidied away, the site clean, as Chris insisted it be before they left.

"Zach?"

Ian bent to pick up the worn bag he carried his lunch in. "He had your job up until the time he came in late once too often." Ian's eyes were cool as he glanced at Rob. "Had something else you're fond of, too."

"We all done here?" Sean called out, tossing the rake in the back of the truck and pulling his car keys out of his pocket. "Want a ride home, Rob?" There was nothing in his voice to say that he was being anything but friendly.

"Yeah, sure," Rob said, feeling awkward, his gaze going to Sean and staying there because Sean was stripping out of the bright orange vest, the early evening sunlight working with his muscles to make his back all planes and shadows, and that wasn't something he could look away from.

Ian shrugged and walked away. "Watch yourself, kid."

If he hadn't used that word again, Rob might've listened.

"Ready, Rob?" Sean, a black T-shirt hanging loosely on him, pressed fleetingly against his chest by a whisper of a breeze, tossed his keys high and snatched them deftly out of the air.

"Right behind you," Rob answered.

Sean chuckled as he unlocked his car door. "If you're lucky, maybe, but don't count on it."

Rob slid onto blisteringly hot leather and took some comfort in seeing that Sean's face was as flushed as his as they both gasped in the stifling heat of the car.

"Shit, it's hot in here," Sean muttered, starting the engine. The car wasn't new, but it was in good shape and within a few moments the air gusting out of the vents was cool enough to have Rob sighing with pleasure.

"Feels good?" Sean asked.

"Yeah." Rob watched Sean's hands on the wheel, strong and brown, nicked here and there, like his were, but still well-shaped. Didn't take much to remember them curling around his cock, and from there, it wasn't long at all before Rob was half-hard, arousal distracting him from giving any thought to what Ian had said.

"So where are you staying?"

For a moment Rob thought that Sean really was planning to take him home, but the question was asked just as Sean turned into a long driveway and Rob wasn't sure what lay at the other end of it, but it wasn't his run-down apartment building.

"Place at the corner of Spring and Franklin. It's bug-free, because even roaches have standards."

Sean wrinkled his nose. "Know where you mean, and God, what the hell are you doing there?"

"It's cheap," Rob said simply.

"They should pay you to live there," Sean answered and he didn't sound as if he was joking.

Rob stared ahead of him. "Uh, Sean..."

He got an amused look. "Yeah, I know. Drac's castle, right here in Rettington."

"Something like that," Rob murmured, still trying to connect the man beside him with the house ahead. "You live here?"

The sun was hidden behind one hell of a lot of turrets and gray stonework but Rob could see enough to agree with Sean's description. The house -- mansion really -- sprawled out, dilapidated and exotic, set in a town that was neither.

"Are those lions on the steps?" Rob peered through the bug-spattered windshield at two life-size statues on guard at the foot of a wide sweep of stairs leading to a double door in what looked like oak. "Are they related to the ones in Trafalgar Square?"

Sean laughed. "First cousins," he said solemnly, turning the wheel and slowing down as he took them down a narrow track leading behind the house. "And I don't live in there. No one does." The track ended in a turning circle and Sean parked the car facing back the way they'd come and turned off the engine. "I live there," he said.

Rob got out of the car and looked around the wilderness of a formal garden left to run riot. "Where?"

A hand came down on his shoulder, turning him. "There. In the doghouse."

"What?" Rob could see more gray stone ahead of them and the vague shape of a small house hidden behind an overgrown hedge, but he couldn't see anything that a dog would live in.

"Joke," Sean told him. "It's the gardener's cottage, but the kids who lived here called it that because they said it looked like the kennel their dog had." Sean shrugged. "1910. Not big on treating servants like equals. Guess they thought it was funny, but whatever; the name stuck."

They began to walk toward the house. "And you're staying here --?" Rob asked, curious but not wanting to pry.

Sean nodded. "It's -- well, you could call it a winter job, but I do it all year as well. I'm the caretaker in exchange for the house, and I do some upkeep on the main house as well, and get paid by the estate for that on a job-to-job basis."

"Wow," Rob said sincerely. "That's pretty cool. The house as well as the job."

Sean smiled at him. "Yeah? Most people I bring back here think it's creepy."

"If you're planning on scaring me with a ghost story, don't bother," Rob said, glancing back over his shoulder at the house. "I like it here."

"No ghosts, no tragedies, no suspicious deaths," Sean said, fitting his key in the front door. "Just a family with less money than they used to have, and a house no one wants to buy off them." He pushed open the door and stepped inside, tossing his keys onto a small table. "Sometimes I think they'd like it if it got burned to the ground and they could take the insurance money and run."

"That'd be a shame," Rob said.

"No kidding," Sean agreed. "I'd have to come and sleep on the floor of your place then."

Rob shuddered, thinking of the thin, sticky carpet he'd stepped on once, and once only, with bare feet. "I don't hate anyone that much."

Sean closed the door and turned to Rob. "No? Where would you put me, then?"

"Close," Rob said. "Close as you could get."

"Oh, sleepover at Rob's place," Sean teased, his arms slipping around Rob's waist and bringing their bodies together. "Count me in..."

Rob stopped breathing until he realized that wasn't a good plan. "Sean --"

His hands had found their way inside Sean's T-shirt and he was losing it just from the way Sean's skin was hot against his palms. He was hard, which was starting to become less of an event and more of an ongoing state, and he was wondering if the narrow hallway was wide enough to fuck in because he wasn't sure he could walk much further. Not with Sean's teeth finding the mark they'd left earlier on his shoulder as Sean tugged at the neck of Rob's T-shirt, baring his collar bone and more.

"You taste good," Sean said, licking along exposed skin and ending up with Rob's earlobe, which got a sucking bite that left Rob moaning. "At least these bits do."

"Think they're pretty representative," Rob said, impressing himself by being reasonably coherent and witty when his dick was getting insistent about wanting some attention and distracting him from everything not Sean-related. "Let me know if you find somewhere that needs a sprinkle of salt or something."

"Oh, I can think of better things to lick off you than that," Sean said absently. "But I'd kind of like you au naturel right now."

"Huh?"

Sean grinned at him. "Naked."

Rob felt the itch of drying sweat and the tickle of sawdust along his spine. "Shower first?" he asked.

"Depends," Sean said.

"On what?"

"If I can trust you not to jerk off in there, so you come out with this just as hard as it is now." Sean's hand pressed against Rob's erection, rubbing up and down it and damn near making Rob's knees buckle.

"Keep that up and I'll come before the shower, not in it," he warned him.

Sean sighed and stepped back. "Be a waste," he said. "Come on, then."

Rob kicked off his work boots and followed Sean up the stairs, determinedly not looking down at Sean's ass because he was fighting temptation enough as it was.

Getting to the bathroom meant going through the bedroom. Rob looked around at a room still filled with sunlight, clean and, well, not tidy, but there were surfaces with nothing on them here and there, and blinked at the wide, unmade bed. The carpet was soft and thick under his feet, which was nice, but he was happier about the fact that only one of the pillows was dented by a head. It wasn't that he expected this to be more than what it was, but crawling into a bed someone else had only just left wasn't something he was prepared to do, even for Sean.

"First or second?" Sean asked.

"Huh? Oh -- your shower; you go first," Rob said. "I'm used to showering in cold anyway."

"Breaking my heart here," Sean said, flashing him a grin. "Promise I'll be quick -- and I promise I'll leave you some hot water, 'kay?"

Rob grinned back and peeled his T-shirt off. "If you're going to be that fast, I'd better get ready to jump in."

He got a narrow-eyed look. "Keep stripping and I'll drag you in there with me and the hell with the bruised elbows."

It didn't sound like a fate worse than death to Rob. He thumbed open the button on his jeans and slid the zip down slowly because Sean was watching him.

"You asked for it, you do know that?" Sean murmured, leaning against the doorway, his eyes appreciative. Straightening, he began to undress, never looking away from Rob. By the time they were both naked, Rob was flushed, his cock wet-tipped and jerking slightly with every breath he took.

"Come here," Sean said quietly.

Rob walked towards him, his fingers flexing with a combination of nerves and the need to touch a body that was everything he'd expected it to be. He stopped just in front of Sean who smiled and ran his hand down Rob's side.

"We stink, don't we?"

"Yeah, I think we do," Rob said. Dirt and shavings clung to them both here and there and, yeah, they were both in need of a liberal application of soap and water before anyone who wasn't them would want to get within sniffing distance.

"That mean you don't want to get into an enclosed space with me?" Sean asked, one dark brow lifting.

"No. Doesn't even mean I don't want to lick you here --" Rob tapped his finger against Sean's nipple, "and yeah, maybe here --"

Sean caught Rob's wrist as Rob reached down to brush across the head of Sean's cock, thick and jauntily erect.

"I'm gonna take you up on that later," he said, gratifying Rob because there was just the hint of a tremor in Sean's voice, "but unless you want to wash off more than dirt and sweat, don't touch my cock. Not now."

The tight cling of Sean's fingers was doing things to Rob; making him realise just how long it had been since he'd been touched any way by anyone. A hug wasn't something he was going to ask for though. Hell, no. He'd willingly beg to get fucked -- not that he'd need to, going by the way Sean was breathing fast, eyes dilated, teeth set in his lower lip -- but he'd bite out his tongue before he'd admit to being that lonely.

"Won't touch it," he promised, grinning slowly. "Still leaves a lot of you not out of bounds though."

Sean released him, stepping backwards and returning Rob's grin. "I suppose it does. And I'm starting to think we're not going to make it out of that shower without one of us shooting."

"Won't be me," Rob said rashly.

He got a considering look under dark lashes and then Sean turned away and started the shower, reaching back and dragging Rob in while the water was still warming up.

"Shit, that's cold!" Rob yelped, pressing up against Sean instinctively.

"Not for long," Sean said, his hands smacking down on Rob's ass and making themselves at home. "Think it's warming up already..."

Rob leaned his forehead against Sean's shoulder, taking advantage of the position and the cloaking noise of the shower to screw up his face and moan silently. Sean's fingers ... fuck, they were everywhere... Sean's hands parted Rob's ass cheeks and warm water streamed down over his hole and balls, a gentle, teasing tickle of a touch followed by a finger that was intent on driving him crazy. Rob bit down on Sean's collarbone and heard him chuckle with satisfaction.

"Like that, do you?" Sean said in his ear, pressing the pad of his finger against Rob's asshole and pushing just a little, just enough. "God, you're hot."

"Yeah, I do," Rob said hoarsely, stopping himself from moving with an effort of will. "And thanks." He escaped by dropping to his knees, gasping as the water pounded down, scalding now, on his head, and licked a trail down Sean's belly, tasting a faint hint of the man himself under the water and feeling muscles contract sharply under his tongue.

"No touching; shit, you promised."

Sean didn't sound angry but it didn't matter. Rob wasn't planning on doing anything to Sean's cock. Not yet.

"Nowhere near your cock," he answered. "You'll know when I am, trust me."

Sean leaned back against the wall, his hands balling into fists. He'd been right; there really wasn't enough room for anything; Rob's feet were jammed up against the opposite wall of the small cubicle and he really wasn't comfortable.

Not that he cared.

He bit and licked at the smooth point of Sean's hip bone and felt his cock jerk in response to the hungry sound Sean made.

"We clean enough yet?" he asked, trailing his finger up the inside of Sean's thigh and stopping an inch shy of his balls.

Sean's hand tangled in his hair and Rob got to his feet fast to save himself some pain and collided with Sean's mouth, fastening onto his with a determination that was downright flattering.

"Get the fuck out of here and onto the bed," Sean hissed, switching off the shower and kicking open the door. "Going to give you what you want right now, since you're in such a rush."

The cooler air rushed over them both but it wasn't that which was bringing Rob up in goose bumps. He put his hand out and halted Sean halfway to the bed, both of them dripping wet and neither of them caring. "You telling me you're not?"

Sean shook his head. "No. Want to fuck you. Been wanting to for a while now."

"Same here," Rob said evenly. "We going to flip a coin for who goes first?"

There was a pause and then Sean frowned. "You know, this afternoon you didn't seem like the pushy type."

"I'm not," Rob said, a little surprised. "Just want to fuck you. You saying that's a problem?"

"I'm saying it isn't going to happen," Sean snapped.

"Mind telling me why?"

"Yeah."

"Well, we might have a problem then --"

"No." Sean's mouth was a thin line. "It's not up for discussion. Are you going to get on that bed or not?"

"Not unless you tell me why I don't get to fuck you, no."

"Weren't you listening? No."

"Fine."

Rob turned on his heel and went back into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and using it to soak up enough water that he'd be able to dress again. He knew from experience that pulling jeans on over wet skin was a struggle and he wasn't in the mood for that.

Wasn't in the mood for anything now. Except maybe punching something hard and letting some of the hurt he was feeling get lost in the physical pain of skinned knuckles.

He got dressed quickly, in silence, avoiding Sean's gaze. He'd gone to sit down on the bed, propped up against the pillows, one knee bent up and his folded arms resting on it.

"You really are a stubborn bastard, you know that?" Sean said suddenly, when Rob was buckling his belt and looking around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything -- no, his boots were downstairs, that was right.

"Don't think so," Rob said. He glanced over Sean and got a mocking lift of dark eyebrows that made him flush.

"Not everyone gets off on the same things."

"I know that."

"Then what the fuck are you getting dressed for?"

Rob stared at him, keeping his temper under control. "You don't want my cock up your ass, that's fine," he said, deliberately crude. "Your choice, and I wouldn't have tried to change your mind. And you didn't have to go into details about why, either. Could've just said it didn't do anything for you, and I'd have been okay with that. Disappointed, but okay."

"Really not seeing why you're leaving then," Sean said, his lip curling in a sneer. "Seeing as you're so damn understanding about everything."

Rob shook his head in disbelief. "Did you hear yourself?" he demanded. "You don't talk to me like that, you got it? You don't get to fuck me if you can't even be polite."

Sean got off the bed in one swift movement, taking the two steps needed to bring him to Rob, his skin still damp, his cock still hard. "Polite?" His fingers hooked in the waistband of Rob's jeans and tugged him closer. "You want my company manners?"

He was too close for Rob not to react to him. You couldn't just switch off arousal and if he had, Sean had just flipped the switch.

"Please, Rob," Sean whispered mockingly. "Please let me fuck that cute little ass of yours that you've been wiggling at me for weeks."

"Shut up."

"Yeah, you have, you know you have. Sweet little virgin ass. That it, Rob? Never been nailed before and you're scared?"

"No."

"Oh, I think it is." Sean's hand was warm against Rob's face but his voice was ice-cold.

"No." Rob stepped back. "I've been fucked. Liked it, too. Thought I was going to like you fucking me, but now?" He took another step to give himself space to throw a punch if he needed it and shook his head. "Never going to happen." He nodded towards the bathroom. "Thanks for the shower. I'll see myself out."

"Fucking prick tease."

Rob took a deep breath and pushed Sean hard, sending him staggering against a wall. "No. You think I owe you, you can have it. Just don't touch me, you got that?"

Sean's eyes were dark. "What?"

Rob grabbed Sean's hands and shoved them up. "Behind your head," he said tersely. 'Keep them there, or I stop, okay?"

Slowly, Sean laced his fingers together, his elbows jutting out. His chest was rising and falling quickly and his tongue was wetting his lips. "What are you going to -- ?"

Rob's mouth on his cock silenced him momentarily and then he began to moan, harsh sounds tearing out of his throat as his hips jerked forward.

"Keep still," Rob muttered, pinning Sean hard against the wall with a hand on his hip and punctuating the order with a scrape of his teeth along Sean's cock that came close to being savage. Sean whimpered and squirmed, the taste of him strong against Rob's tongue. Disappointment and anger made Rob rougher than he'd ever been, his fingernails digging in hard his mouth ruthlessly driving Sean towards a climax without making any attempt at finesse. He just took in as much as he could, letting Sean's cock slide in and out of his mouth, fast and messy, spit and pre-come pooling at the base of Sean's cock. Feeling vindictive, Rob brought one hand over, wrapped it around the slippery shaft until his fingers were coated and then without warning shoved his finger inside Sean in a jab that filled his ears with a howl and his mouth with a flood of warm come.

He pulled back, getting to his feet and wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were watering and his nose was running. Fucking perfect end to the night.

"We're even," he said. "Got that?"

Sean's fist caught him on the jaw and he blinked away a dazzle of stars. "You --"

The second punch was aimed at his belly, but he was already twisting out of the way. "You are so fucking dead," Rob promised grimly, closing in and giving Sean nowhere to go. He'd hit him twice when he realised Sean wasn't fighting back, a dazed look in his eyes and his fists loosely curled at his sides.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Rob demanded.

Sean pushed past him and sank down on the bed. "How the hell do I know?" he snarled. "God, one minute we were about to get happy and the next you're fucking hitting me."

Confusion did more to calm Rob down than an apology -- which it didn't look as if he was going to get.

"Sean --"

"Get out."

"Yeah. Right." Rob rubbed his hand across the tender skin on his jaw and winced. "Just one thing --"

"What?" Sean didn't turn to look at him.

"What happened with Zach?"

"Zach?" Sean laughed, the sound eerie given the misery behind it. "Now just how did you get hold of that name?"

"Ian. Said --" Rob shrugged. "Said a lot of stuff I didn't listen to. Wish I had now."

"Why?" Sean's voice was distant, detached. "You wouldn't have come back here, you mean?"

"Probably not," Rob said evenly. "Not interested in being one in a long line, or your way of getting back at someone, whichever fits."

"Neither's right."

"No?"

Sean reached for a worn, faded robe slung across a chair by the bed and pulled it on before standing up. It was green, close enough to leaf-green to make Rob ache a little for what he'd lost in the space of ten minutes.

"Zach was my boyfriend, yeah. For longer than Ian knew but we kept that quiet or I don't think Chris would have set him on."

Sean sounded tired now, the animation drained from him.

"And you split up?"

"No. Yes. Fuck --"

"Pick one," Rob said shortly.

"He -- " Sean paused and tilted his head. "Tell me why you have a right to know any of this?"

"I don't." Rob eyed him warily and then sighed. "Really don't. I'm just a guy you work with and we've managed to go from fairly friendly to really friendly to -- this, in the space of a few hours. I'm not thinking straight."

Sean's mouth twisted in a smile. "Funny."

"Oh, I can be," Rob said dryly. "That wasn't intentional though."

Some of the tension between them seeped away. The sun was low in the sky now, filling the room with shadows and light and making it easier to talk. Rob hesitated and then walked over to Sean, bracing himself for a rejection. Sean met his eyes but didn't speak or move away. Slowly, watching Sean's face, Rob ran his hand down Sean's arm, rubbing at it in an awkward gesture of comfort. "Hey," he said quietly.

"What do you want?" Sean asked, his gaze flicking down to Rob's hand.

"Nothing," Rob said. "I just don't want to walk away from you like this."

"You must want something," Sean said bitterly. "Everybody does."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Rob agreed. He took a moment to think about it and then shrugged and hugged Sean, wrapping his arms around him. "This. This is what I wanted." He released Sean. "But with a bit more audience participation."

"That another joke?"

"Yeah." Rob studied him. "You laughing?"

"At you wanting a hug? No." Sean pushed his hands through his damp hair, rumpling it up. "Knew you were all kinds of lonely being new in town. If I hadn't been wanting to fuck you so much I'd have asked you out for a drink, shown you around."

"Not seeing why the two don't go together."

Sean gave him a pitying look. "You think I wanted to watch you get hit on? Going off with someone?"

"I wouldn't have!" Rob protested.

"Whatever." Sean rolled his eyes. "Oh, come here."

Rob gasped as Sean's arms went around him, cradling him close, with Sean's breath warm against his hair. Uncertainly, he returned the hug, sighing and relaxing into it when Sean didn't move away.

"Now I'm really confused," he murmured.

"Still want to stay the night?"

"You're doing nothing to make me less confused."

"Yes or no?"

What the hell. "Sure."

Sean's lips traced a pattern of quick, soft kisses over the bruised skin on Rob's jaw. "Come downstairs. I'll feed you and show you around the house if you like."

Rob turned his head and stared into Sean's eyes, seeing nothing there to make him regret staying. "I'd like that."

Sean's eyebrows lifted in a question. "You been hugged enough? Are we good here?"

Rob grinned and kissed him hard. "No, but I'll let you off, and yes."

Sean gave him a final squeeze and let him go. "Come on, then."