Sean woz ‘ere.

[palace_sean]

Takes place after this

Matt quickly finger combed his hair in the mirror as he finished dressing back into his dress shirt and slacks. Looking in the mirror, Matt grinned, knowing that his eyes alone would indicate how completely blissed out he is after this session.

Snickering as he opened the door, he whispered to himself, "Now that is what they call fucking!" Still fiddling with his tie, Matt isn't paying attention when his forehead connects with a warm, muscular chest. Reaching out his hands to stop himself, Matt grabs on with a muffled "Oof!"

When something hits him fair square in the chest, Sean looked down, his arms coming up automatically to steady the . . . client? He saw a young man with a shock of blond hair who looks like he's just been thoroughly shagged. The words he'd been saying sort of indicated that he'd had a good time too. "Sorry. Wasn't looking where I was going. You all right?" Sean smiled.

Breathing in where he's resting comfortably, Matt thinks, My god they all smell so good! Realizing he needed to move, Matt looked up and his mouth dropped, no words able to spill from his fevered brain, his eyes getting bigger by the second.

Is he sniffing me? Sean was highly amused, by the idea and by the look on the kid's face when his head finally came up out of the folds of Sean's shirt. Recognition was dawning in his eyes and they were getting bigger and bigger by the second, but while Sean had a real problem with coping with folk en masse, he had none whatsoever with a single person. Practice was making him quite good at it. "Hello."


Still holding on for dear life, Matt reluctantly let go. Brushing off Sean's shirt, Matt suddenly realized he's actually petting the man more than anything. "Oh my gosh, my gosh. I'm so so sorry! I wasn't paying attention and just ran right into you. And, oh my gosh, you're Sean Bean! I mean, of course you are, and I'm just going to shut up right now." Matt's face was burning.

"Yes." Sean chuckled. "It was my fault for walking too close to the wall and not looking where I was going. And you don't have to shut up." Giving the guy something else to think about, Sean stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you . . .?" He fished for a name.


Tearing his eyes from Sean's mouth, Matt held his own hand out. "I'm Matt, Matt Damon. I just moved to Balize." He shook Sean's hand, then, still holding it reverently, he added with a happy grin. "I can't believe I'm meeting you. I mean everyone here is just so incredible, just amazing. And now I've met you!"

"I'm glad to hear you're happy with the service you're getting." Sean was enjoying himself immensely. Despite the near frantic quality of Matt's enthusiasm there was something appealing and endearing about him. Not that Sean was above a little teasing, mind. Looking down at the hand Matt was still gripping, he grinned and asked, "Finished with it?" At the same time as he leaned back against the wall, making himself comfortable.

"What?" Matt asked then looked down. "Oh gosh! Sorry!" He let go of Sean's hand, the Sean! "So, um, you like working here?" Matt blushed terribly, thinking that is the stupidest thing he could’ve said.

"Yeah, I do." Sean treated the question seriously, especially because he'd seen Matt's color rise and could guess what he's thinking. "Has it's ups and downs, you know." he winked. "But as I mostly administrate these days, I don't get much of that any more." He folded his arms and crossed his legs at the ankle. "Said you're new to town? Where from?"

Putting his hand against the wall, Matt leaned, trying to appear relaxed, only to realize he's a little too close to Sean. Nonchalantly, he stepped back and reset himself. "You're mostly admin? Oh, too bad." Matt blushed again. "I'm from Sedat. Actually work for a law firm with Chris Posey, the twin of your Reception Manager Parker."

Hiding a grin at the too-casual retreat, Sean cocked his head to one side. "My . . . boyfriend is from Sedat." And that's the first time you've used that word, too. He's grinning to himself at the thought when another occurs. Is this Caine's kid? But he decided not to ask. "So," he said. "you didn't say. You enjoy yourself here? No complaints you'd like to run by me?"

Still stunned to realize that he's having a real conversation with Sean Bean, Matt quietly pinched himself to make sure he's not still asleep and having an amazing dream. He's grinning to himself when Sean's question sinks in.

His smile is huge as he answers, eyes sparkling. "Oh it's been....like the best..." he waved his hand "...just the most incredible. I've met three different libertines here and they're all so gorgeous. I mean and talented, and completely unique. Just wow! Wow!"

"We pride ourselves on our diversity." The teasing words gave Sean the most devilish idea and he moved a step closer to where Matt was standing. "You planning on sampling a broad cross-section I take it?" he asked.

Blissfully, Matt nodded. "Yeh, our law firm has a recommendation list. I've been going through that. So far, it's been absolutely dead on!"

Sean moved in, closing the last bit of distance between them, his hand sliding around Matt's waist and his eyes glinting. "So," he looked down into Matt's eyes. "who is on the top of that list?"

Eyes huge, Matt gulped as Sean got closer. He gasped to feel Sean's hand touching him. Mouth working for a second, Matt whispered finally. "You were...of course."

"Oh well then. In that case, best start at the top, no?" Sean's voice was little more than a whisper and before Matt could even think of replying, he covered his mouth with his own, tightening his grip and sliding his hand down to cup the curve, damned nice curve, of Matt's arse. God, I miss this, he thought.

Intense heat flooded Matt's whole body as THE Sean Bean's mouth descended to take his very soul out through his mouth. His hand moved up to grip Sean's shoulder as his legs grew weak. Moaning softly, Matt licked at the seam of Sean's mouth as he felt the taller man rubbing his ass.

Sean parted his lips and sucked on Matt's tongue as it tentatively entered his mouth, encouraging him. When he's being kissed more confidently, he followed the sleek muscle back into the cavern of Matt's mouth and used all his skill to devastating effect, the hand he has planted on Matt's arse suddenly put to secondary use assisting the younger man to remain upright.
Sean didn't end the kiss until he was good and ready though, he was having too much fun. A firm tap on his shoulder got his attention just as he finally broke off, breathless. He looked over his shoulder and pulled a face. "I thought I lost you." he grumbled at Sala. "What? You got radar now?"

Gasping for air and hanging onto Sean to avoid collapsing into a puddle on the floor, Matt stared wildly at the bulky man who was standing nearby with a big grin on his interesting looking face. "Umm, oh wow, that was Good with a capital G." Matt murmured weakly.

Sala's just smiling and saying nothing, not that Sean expected him to. He sighed and reluctantly released his grip on Matt, running his fingers through his hair as he stepped away. "I guess he's my cue to move." he told Matt. "Time waits for no man. Likewise big, ugly buggers named Sala, with the homing instincts of a championship racing pigeon. Was nice meeting you though." he grinned.

Sighing at the removal of the delicious smelling and even better tasting presence of Sean, Matt nodded dumbly then called out. "Wait! Um, uh, Sean?" Matt fought his blush again. "Well, um, could I get an autograph?" Matt grinned and made a face, acknowledging how silly his request must sound.

His face coloring just a little as Sala's ever-present grin widened, Sean searched his pocket for his com pen. But the first thing he pulled out was a black marker pen and the discovery had him hiding an evil smile.

"Sure." he said, stepping back to Matt. Reaching up he slowly and deliberately began to unbutton Matt's shirt, ignoring the incredulous look on Matt’s face at the touch.

With the buttons undone, he parted the shirt and took up the pen. He glanced out of the corner of his eye as he worked, seeing Sala's eye-roll and his face turning away flushed with embarrassment, as one more small victory in their series of battles.

Finished, he stood back and surveyed his handiwork. Sean woz 'ere. it said, followed by his signature and the date.

"There. How's that." He gave Matt a wicked smile as he waved the pen in front of his face.

"Permanent marker." he added. "Last a while, that will."

Matt overcame his shock at Sean's unbuttoning of his shirt and the cool ink on his skin, to suddenly laugh. "Oh my god, you do know, I'm going to have to shower very carefully for all time now." He grinned and shook Sean's hand again.

"It was a pleasure, Sean. More than I can say. And Sala is it? I hope you're on the roster too."

Matt's com pinged and he moved off reluctantly, waving at them again but doing a little jump as he moves toward Reception.