Title: The Trouble with Dogs (Prompt: Sun)
Disclaimer: Don't own or know the boys.
A/N: Thanks to Goddesslaughs for the beta!
Norman was scrubbing the skillet from breakfast, thinking about the night before when Sean's arms wrapped around him. The older man rested his head on Norman's shoulder, soft strands of hair tickling his neck, he knew his lover was trying to distract him, but he wouldn't give in, not yet.
"So I was thinking of taking a run while you cleaned up," Sean said, "unless you want help?"
Norman shook his head, setting the dish in the drainer and reaching for another. "I'm almost done, then I'm going to throw a load of laundry in and sit outside in the sun for a bit."
The slight purr from Sean made Norman grin. He knew that the thought of him in a pair of cutoff shorts while he laid out always got to Sean and he had to admit that he didn't mind putting that thought into his husband's mind.
"Okay then," Sean said. "I'll be back in an hour or so, taking the usual path so it shouldn't take me too long." The nip bestowed to Norman's neck produced a squirm, and the pan he had been scrubbing fell back into the water with a splash. Water covered both men, soaking into the front of Norman's shirt.
"Sean," Norman grimaced, wiping soapy water from his face and wringing out his shirt, "you got me all wet, damnit."
Unfazed by his warning, Sean laughed, swatted him on the butt and walked out. "See you in an hour, puppy." The older man called over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him.
Dishes finished and laundry running, Norman had settled into one of the lounge chairs and closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth of the sun on his skin.
He hadn't even been aware of falling asleep until the sound of Sean plopping down into the lounge chair beside him woke him up. As he stretched, he instictively rested his hand on his neck feeling for the thin band of leather that was almost as much a part of him as his own skin.
And found nothing.
Bolting upright, hand still at his throat, Norman looked over the chair, then leaned over to look under it.
"Looking for something?"
Pushing the chair aside, Norman bent to look under Sean's chair. It had to be somewhere! "My collar, I had it on when I came out."
"Norman ... NORMAN ..." Sean's firm tone made him stop his frantic search and look at his husband.
"Yes?" Despite the panic that was bubbling over inside of him, he forced his tone to be respectful as he answered his Master.
His eyes immediately went to Sean's as the other man smiled. "Your collar's right here puppy," he emphasized the obvious by waving the leather garment in Norman's face, "I took it off because I didn't want you to have a collar mark for your filming."
Breathing a sigh of relief offered Sean an apologetic look and righted his lounge chair. Sitting down, he brought his thumb to his mouth, worrying the nail between his teeth.
Sean knew him all to well and chuckled. "Silly pup," the older man said, "you're not in trouble."
Settling back into his chair he reached out for Sean, running his thumb over the other man's hand. Sean's fingers curled around his and Norman smiled, relaxing.
"There's a message on the machine from Dom," Sean said, "I guess he's in town with Orlando and a few other Hobbits for a week."
Slowly Norman opened his eyes to look over at Sean, and tried to fight the hopeful grin that threatened to spread across his face. "Really? Maybe we should have him over for dinner some night?"
Sean nodded. "I was thinking the same, I wanted to see if you'd be okay with him spending the night as well."
Norman gave it a moment's pause before answering Sean with a definite nod.
Dominic Monaghan was a good friend of theirs and it wasn't uncommon for him to visit a couple times a year. Over the past year, Dom's visits had begun leading to a crowded bed and all three men being throughly spent by the time he left.
"Good then, I'll call him back later tonight and let him know he's welcome to stay with us for a night or two." Sean's pleased expression was intensified by the sparkle in his eyes.
"Why wait?" Norman smirked, his Master's pleasure making him bold.
"Puppy!" admonished Sean,laughter, warm and rich, shimmering just underneath his words. "It doesn't matter if I call him back now or in two hours. Besides, I'm too comfortable to be bothered with getting up."
Laughing, Norman shook his head at Sean's attempted laziness, if there was one thing in the world his husband would never be, it was lazy. "Alright," he conceded, "when we go in then we'll return his call."
"Hmm? Oh yeah. Right."
Norman raised an eyebrow at his husband's distracted answer, following Sean's gaze down to his lap.
He was already half hard from talking about Dominic and the look in Sean's eyes made his cock twitch harder.
"Sean?" He had meant for the question to come out teasingly, but his voice failed him, coming out low and husky.
"Inside. Now." It wasn't a request.
The moment Norman was on his feet, his collar was fastened securely around his neck. Sean hooked a finger through the stainless steel ring, leading him indoors.
Norman's back connected with the refrigerator and he was releived of his pants in one swift, sure, movement.
Sean always wanted to claim him as much as he could before Dom came to visit. God, he thought,
his head falling back as Sean's body collided with his, This is going to feel good.