A Mess - OB/SB - G

Title: A MessFandom: LotRRating: GPairing: OrliBeanDisclaimer: Like I really know anything, about anybody... Lies, all lies!! No harm meant!!Summary: Sean wakes up to a mess.A/N: 500 words written with love and adoration for my friend and fellow writer linden_jay. She is a good and gentle soul and the holder of my leash when I want to brandish shovels and tilt at windmills. /random crypticSean wakes up with his feet cold where the covers have pulled up and off of them. He hovers at the edge of the bed. He squints, grunts, sits up and then stands. The walk to the bathroom is punctuated by more grunts and even one growl as he maneuvers around the obstacle course that is the hotel room floor.He spends ten minutes clearing a place amongst the bottles and tubes, brushes and bits that litter the counter top around the sink so that he can sit his shave kit down and retrieve the toothbrush that's placed neatly and securely in the small pocket along the side. He brushes his teeth, washes his face, considers shaving and then when he looks for his shave foam sees that it's been borrowed and is now empty, the can laying on it's side on top of the shelf over the toilet. He sighs and gives his head a shake.Back in the room he roots in his suitcase looking for the blue v-neck sweater that he likes so well when he happens to glance and see it wadded underneath a pair of sweatpants on the chair. He sighs again and pulls out a beige one to wear.He starts gathering up the pages of script changes, trying to right them and put them in order, grumbling and muttering under his breath when a snuffle sounds from the bed. He looks over, frown on his face. "You've made a mess of the room." He says sternly."Hmmpft?""It's late, you need to get up and shower and straighten up your things in the bathroom. My god, it looks like a storm hit.""Wha?"Sean stands at the edge of the bed, looking down, hands on his hip. A long fingered hand reaches out and wraps around his belt buckle, tugging. "C'mon bed.""No, get up, you lazy thing." Sean says, face set. "I've no time for this, this morning."Orlando leans up on his elbow, sheet slipping down his wide smooth chest. "I like when you get all fierce and tough. Give us a kiss." He says, smiling and turning his face up to the older man, dark eyes bright.Sean's expression softens and a smile spreads slowly. He sighs, shaking his head and kneels down on the bed, leaning over he curls his fingers around the back of Orlando's neck and kisses the wide, soft mouth. "You make me crazy. You are messy and you steal the covers and you wear my clothes." He whispers against the man's lips, smiling."I know, but you love me anyway, yeah?""Yeah, yeah I do." Sean murmurs and grabs the edge of his beige sweater and pulls it over his head as he lays down, drawing the young man to him.