Title: Rumor Mill
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: NC-17
Beta: None this time. Blame it all on me!
Warning: Sappy.
Feedback: Would love it Sairalinde @ hornofgondor.com
Website: www.lordsofgondor.com
Live Journal: www.livejournal.com/users/sairalinde
Disclaimer: This never happened...this is total fiction. Viggo and Sean are incredibly,
deliciously real but sadly I can make no claims on them. This was written in fun that's all.
Archiving: OEAM, SL, Rugbytackling, GO, anywhere else just ask.
Summary/Notes: From Arden’s challenge on Rugbytackle of Viggo and Sean never
having had “boy sex” and needing others to help. Sean and Viggo just can’t seem to get
on the same page but hobbits, elves, and wizards help them along.
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Sean wasn't sure when it happened. Well, yes he was, at least pretty sure
anyway. Then hadn't it started even before that? Perhaps it had, but it had
solidified somehow the afternoon that Viggo rugby tackled him on the
way to the car park.
It had been happening for a while before that, probably why the rumor
mill just started grinding even faster and louder at that point.
Sean was just walking along, heading for his car when Viggo called after
him to wait up. He didn't slow down much. ‘Let him catch up with me.’
Sean thought and then suddenly he was pitching forward, and turning, and
Viggo was on top of him, and they were both laughing like idiots. It was
grand. The sky was blue and the sun was just starting to set and the smell
of fresh cut grass surrounded them as they laughed. Like a couple of
mental patients they laughed and then Viggo hopped up and ran away to
his car still laughing.
Half the cast and crew saw it. That's when the rumor mill started to grind
faster and Sean wondered when he started believing the rumors. Started
wanting them to BE true.
A few days later he realized he was in deep. It was strange, and wonderful
at the same time but he tried to hide it. Viggo was his friend, and so what
if there were rumors and so what if Sean wanted them to be true? They
were friends first and always.
Then this morning he and Viggo were in the trailer talking, sharing some
joke about mental alertness and the attributes of caffeine when Orlando
popped into the trailer and then started back peddling.
Sean hadn't realized until later what it must have looked like, though
Viggo seemed to have gotten it right off.
He was standing with his hand on Viggo’s shoulder, and Viggo was
against the wall. They were close, then it was a small trailer after all, and
they were laughing and then Orlando burst in and turned red as beets.
"Oh God! Sorry...sorry...you two should lock the fucking door you know!"
Orlando said backing out the door again.
Sean turned and looked, "What the hell?"
Viggo burst into laughter, gales of it, that made Sean laugh too though he
wasn't sure why he was laughing. It didn't hit him until later. Now.
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“It doesn’t bother you?” Sean asked Viggo as they were sitting in the grass
waiting for a light to be fixed.
“Excuse me?” Viggo asked wondering if he’d missed part of their
conversation somehow.
“The rumors…this morning when Orli thought we were…well whatever it
was he thought we were doing. It doesn’t bother you?” Sean asked.
“Why should it? It’s not true.” Viggo shot back tugging at a blade of grass.
“I dunno. I mean you’re straight, just figured something like that might
bother you.” Sean shrugged looking off into the distance.
“You’re straight, too Sean.” Viggo said wrinkling up his nose the way he
did sometimes. Sean could see it out of the corner of his eye before he
turned back and looked at him for a moment but this time Viggo looked
away.
“I never said I’d never consider it though.” Sean murmured softly.
“What?” Viggo asked turning back.
“Nothing.”
“No, I didn’t hear what you said.” Viggo corrected leaning towards him.
He really had not heard him, Sean was speaking too softly.
“It was nothing, Viggo. Nothing important.” Sean answered with a sigh
and stood up brushing off his costume and heading toward the others.
Viggo looked up at Sean’s retreating back for a moment and shook his
head. He was certain that it WAS something important.
Then a conversation they had recently where Sean had never answered a
certain question came back to him. It was a question that seemed to have
gotten tabled when their friends came along and interrupted them.
Somehow their conversation had drifted to romance, and sex and Viggo
had asked if Sean ever considered being with another man. Sean never
answered. Viggo’s answer was, ‘I guess it would depend on how I felt
about the man’.
Recalling that got Viggo to wondering.
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Sean had walked away from Viggo quicker than he had intended. It wasn’t
Viggo’s fault, he hadn’t done anything, then wasn’t that part of the
problem? Sean wanted him to do something…anything. Sean himself
couldn’t bring himself to do it…Viggo had to, or nothing at all would
come of it.
“Bloody hell I just need to get laid. Hook up with some pretty lass at the
pub and get my mind off all this.” Sean muttered to himself.
When Sean approached the hobbits and Orlando they suddenly got very
quiet.
“What?” Sean asked looking at all of them. Then he noticed that a certain
elf looked a little guilty. “Been feeding the rumor mill again Orli?” Sean
asked sure of what they had been talking about.
“What? Oh no, Sean.” Orlando said trying to look innocent but his
comrades weren’t helping.
Elijah giggled and Dom smirked at Sean. “Heard you need to lock the
trailer door.”
“Actually Orlando took that for something that it wasn’t.” Sean said
slightly irritated.
“Oh come on Sean everyone knows you and Viggo have been shagging
each other’s brains out for weeks now.” Elijah piped up.
Sean frowned. Oh how he wished that were true. “No we haven’t, but
you’re going to believe the gossip no matter what I say.” Sean said in a
defeated voice.
Billy tilted his head slightly and then grinned. “Sean’s not lying.” What
was he a lie detector? Sean wondered, though he was glad he seemed to be
on his side. Not that he had a side, or needed anyone to side with him, but
it was still nice someone, anyone believed him!
“What?” Dom asked confused.
“He’s not…he and Viggo…well they aren’t…are you Sean?” Billy asked
tilting his head the opposite direction. Did tilting his head make him able
to detect lies?
“That’s what I fucking said, have been saying for weeks!” Sean muttered
looking at them with daggers in his eyes.
“Oh, oh God…then this morning?” Orlando asked.
“Pure misunderstanding. Yes, Viggo was leaning against the wall, yes I
was standing right in front of him with my hand on his shoulder, but we
were laughing, Orlando. Nothing more, nothing less. Two friends laughing
over some stupid joke I can’t even remember now. That’s it.” Sean
explained feeling more irritated by the second from having to explain his
actions.
“Well what about that night at the pub when we heard you moan and saw
Viggo crawl out from under the table?” Orlando asked even jutting his
chin out a bit. Sort of saying I dare you to reason your way out of that one.
Sean rolled his eyes. “He dropped his fucking pencil and crawled under
the bleedin’ table to pick it up. He did brain himself pretty good against
my knee and the table leg though.” Sean said with a chuckle. “That’s why
I groaned so loud, it wasn’t a moan. His fucking hard head connected with
my knee cap. It wasn’t anything sexual, it was pain.”
“Well some people like pain.” Orlando muttered and everyone shot him a
weird look.
“Oh bloody hell! And the tackle?” Dom asked wanting to laugh.
“Was just that…what you saw is what it was. Fucking nutters Viggo being
himself is all it was.” Sean answered.
“All the time you two spend together?” Elijah asked seemingly captivated.
“Are you shagging Dom?” Sean countered.
“Well, no.” Elijah said with a grin.
“There ya go. We are just friends, damn it. You people and your fucking
rumors, worse than Tolkien’s bloody ring, at least it was something that
can be destroyed. Rumors never go away…or people never take them as
just rumors they believe them as Gods truth.” Sean said angrily.
“Fuck…so the two of you aren’t?” Orlando asked.
“No.” Sean answered again with a heavy sigh.
“Oh. Good then.” Orlando said smiling.
“Good?” Sean asked.
“Yeah. Mean’s Viggo isn’t off limits anymore.” Orlando said smiling
wickedly and suddenly Sean wanted to strangle him.
“Just wait a damn minute, Orlando.” Sean growled and stepped forward.
He wasn’t sure where that had come from but he knew jealousy when he
felt it and he was feeling it right now.
“What? You said you and Viggo aren’t an item. You said
you are just friends. So why can’t I have a crack at him?” Orlando asked
still grinning.
“Because you aren’t my type.” A voice said behind Sean which made
Sean nearly jump right out of his skin.
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Everyone paled a bit as Viggo joined the group.
Sean couldn’t look at Orlando or Viggo, suddenly the ground became very
interesting to Sean as he couldn’t take his eyes off it for a moment. He
didn’t know how long Viggo had been there but obviously it had been
long enough.
“I uh I have to talk to Fran about some of my lines.” Sean huffed and took
off at a fast clip toward where Fran was standing.
Viggo watched him go as did the others.
“Fuck, Viggo. I think you nearly gave Sean a heart attack. And what do
you mean I’m not your type? I am SO your type.” Orlando said smiling.
Viggo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Orlando was olive and
almost delicate, but olive and almost delicate wasn’t what he wanted. His
taste was set for gold and masculine and that was what he intended on
getting. Now that he suspected that Sean was at least partially on the same
page as he was.
“So the rumors aren’t true but you and Sean both want them to be?” Billy
asked trying to get a handle on everything. He really could read people
quite well.
Viggo’s attention turned to the smaller man and he smiled. “Now
you’re getting it.” He said with a grin.
Elijah laughed. “Oh this is just beautiful. Everyone thinks the two of you
are shagging each other’s brains out, while you aren’t, but you want to be.
God what are we in high school?”
Viggo laughed. “Sometimes I wonder Elijah.”
“Well tell him…why haven’t you told him before now?” Billy asked.
“You are all such morons. Viggo wanted to keep his face in tact I
imagine.” Dom piped up and Viggo nodded.
“Ooooooohhhhh!” Several voices chimed in unison.
“So what are you gona’ do?” Billy asked.
“I honestly don’t know. I can’t just say ‘Well Sean you know when I said
Orli wasn’t my type…I wanted to say you were.’ I mean that’s pretty
lame.” Viggo said looking around.
“Yeah that is lame.” Elijah and Orlando chorused.
“I didn’t know you and he were…well you know. Gay or Bi or
whatever…was having a hell of a time believing the rumors really. Partly
why I believed Sean so easily.” Billy admitted.
“Well we aren’t. At least I’m not, or wasn’t. Hell I dunno. I’d considered
men before, but never felt strongly enough about another man to want
something like that with them, ya know?” Viggo said uncomfortably.
“Shit. So you’ve never? Wow. I don’t think Sean either ya know…but I
think he wants you, Vig.” Orlando said looking at Viggo oddly. “Just the
way he reacted when I made that joke about you being ‘available’.”
“Well I hope so, or Aragorn may finish this movie with two black eyes
and a broken nose.” Viggo said shaking his head.
Everyone snickered a bit. “Do you even you know…know what to do if
the opportunity presents itself?” Orlando asked.
“Christ, Orli!” Viggo said turning a deep red color that made Elijah laugh.
“You don’t do you?” Elijah said laughing and his big blue eyes looking
even bigger. The boy was holding his stomach he was laughing so hard.
Viggo being the peace loving man he is, was having a hard time
reconciling the sudden urge to punch Elijah right between his pretty little
eyes.
“Well, it’s not something you just go up and ask someone. So how exactly
do I go about fucking my best friend?” Viggo snapped as the rest of the
group howled with laughter.
“Oh, I am so glad I am making your fucking day here.” Viggo’s voice said
dripping with sarcasm.
After the others managed to catch their breath they all said the same name,
“IAN!”
Viggo turned about five different shades of red. “No…no I can’t ask Ian.”
“You have to, he has the most experience. I mean well I would imagine
anyway.” Orlando said wiping mirthful tears from his eyes. Make up was
going to kill him but it was worth it.
“You um you…well Orli…” Viggo began awkwardly and Orlando cut
him off.
“You mean I bugger men, eh? Well I have but uh…I’ve only ever been on
the receiving end.” Orlando began and Elijah put his hands over his ears.
“Sorry…can’t hear this…don’t want to hear this…leaving now…la, la,
la!” Elijah said sounding an awful lot like Smeagol.
Billy grinned. “Sorry, I’m with ‘Lijah.” Billy said following Elijah off.
Dom stayed. “I can help. I been both.”
Orlando’s mouth dropped open. “I didn’t know you were…well hell. He’s
your man Viggo…well so to speak anyway.” Orlando said walking away
shaking his head still obviously shocked.
Dom smiled up at Viggo. “So…where do you want me to start?”
“I have no idea.” Viggo admitted plopping down on the grass and looking
up at Dom. “Tell me whatever you can.”
And Dom did.
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Sean had left Fran and saw that Viggo was deep in conversation with
Dom. He glanced around the set, it seemed that they were no where close
to resuming filming. How fucking long does it take to replace a god damn
light bulb anyway? Are they making the thing? Reinventing it perhaps?
Digging Edison up so he can tell them how it’s supposed to be done?
Sean paced around angrily and stumbled right into Sir Ian.
“Christ, Ian. Sorry.” He said backing up a bit.
“It’s alright, Sean. What is it that’s eating you? You and Viggo have a
lovers quarrel?” Ian asked with a wink.
“For the last fucking time, I am NOT buggering Viggo and he is NOT
buggering me!” Sean snapped.
“Oh my. I am sorry.” Ian said patting the log he was sitting on in
invitation. The way he said it Sean wasn’t sure what Ian was more sorry
for. Perpetuating the rumor or the fact that Sean and Viggo weren’t
buggering each other.
“I’m sorry, Ian. The others…they just keep going on and on about what
we are supposedly doing to each other…when we aren’t. Not at all…we
are just friends.” Sean said shaking his head.
“But Sean I’ve seen the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. I
always thought my instincts were pretty good before now. I was certain
there was something going on…or at least something more than
friendship.” Ian said softly. “I do apologize for assuming.”
“No…don’t apologize please. In a way you are right. There is more, at
least I feel there is. Ian I don’t know what to do.” Sean said shaking his
head and looking past Ian to where Viggo was sitting obviously enthralled
by whatever tale Dom was telling him.
“Sean. You are obviously in love or at the very least quite heavily in lust
with Viggo. I think he might feel the same way if those looks I’ve seen
him throwing your way are any indication. I may be an old man compared
to the lot of you but I am not blind. You’ve never…been attracted to
another man before have you?” Ian asked cautiously.
Sean sputtered for a moment. “Uh…well not exactly. Not that I haven’t
ever considered it, but never found one I really wanted this with.”
“Until Viggo.” Ian responded.
“Yes.” Sean answered dropping his gaze to the ground. It was different
here by the log, more rocks.
“So if it were going to happen, lets say the two of you get past this little
impasse you’re having and the time has come do you know what to do?”
Ian asked trying to choose his words as wisely as possible.
“No…sort of but not exactly. I’ve read about it…scripts ya know, and
have read a book or two that broached the subject. Research if you will for
Carrivagio.” Sean said shaking his head. He wondered if his head might
not fall off his shoulders he’d been shaking it so much today.
Ian nodded then tipped his head toward Peter standing on the slope down
the hill from them.
“Well it looks like they are back on track. Why don’t you come by my
trailer later on and we will talk?” Ian asked.
“Alright.” Sean agreed feeling quite odd but decided he did need to find
this out…even if the knowledge never came to any use at least he
wouldn’t be a fumbling idiot if by some miracle it did.
Sean avoided Viggo as much as possible off camera then that afternoon
rushed to makeup and then rushed off to Ian’s trailer before anyone else
even made it back.
He got to the trailer just as Ian was crossing to it.
“That was fast.” Ian mused as he unlocked his door to let the other man in.
“Seem overeager do I?” Sean asked grinning.
“A bit, but I understand.” Ian said fixing them both a cup of tea.
“So what all do you want to know?” Ian asked.
“Everything…well within reason I suppose.” Sean amended figuring he
might not want to know EVERYTHING Ian knew.
“I’ll do my best then.” Ian said settling down and doing just that.
Sean emerged beside Ian from his trailer two and a half hours later looking
quite shell shocked and feeling a bit so. Good Lord.
“Now I’m off home. Are you going to be alright, Sean?” Ian asked locking
the trailer door and walking with him to the car park.
“Yes…I’ll be just fine. Thanks, Ian.” Sean answered as he walked to his
own car in a bit of a fog. When he arrived at his cottage he went in, took a
shower, and had a marvelous wank thinking about all that Ian had told him
and imagining Viggo every step of the way.
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The next day he woke up to the sound of thunder rumbling and a few
minutes later his phone rang. It was Fran informing him that filming was
cancelled for the day, if it didn’t stop by tonight then it would be cancelled
one more day while they worked up some indoor sets they weren’t
planning on doing just yet.
Sean lay back on the bed and dozed off then he awoke to a phone ringing
again. “Bloody hell did I just dream that filming was called off for the
day?”
“Hullo.” Sean said into the phone with a yawn.
“Sean?” Viggo asked.
“Hey, Vig! Sorry went back to sleep after Fran called saying filming was
cancelled. What’s up?” Sean asked then nearly smacked himself in the
head. This time of morning asking a man ‘what’s up’ was an open
invitation. Thankfully, Viggo ignored it.
“I was just wondering what you planned on doing today?” Viggo asked.
“Hadn’t given it much thought…staying right here in bed feels like as
good a idea as any.” Sean said and then really did smack himself in the
forehead that time and groaned.
“Uh…you alright?” Viggo asked.
“Yeah just fine…um stubbed my toe.” Sean lied. He was still lying in bed.
“Alright…well I was wondering if you’d like to join me for breakfast. I
think I over did it with the pancake mix and there’s going to be too much
for just me. Hate to waste it…of course if you aren’t interested I can call
Orlando.” Viggo said trying to keep his voice even.
Sean frowned, no way in hell Orlando was having breakfast with Viggo.
“Umm lemme get dressed and I’ll pop over soon.” Sean said sliding out of
bed and rifling through his underwear drawer.
“Great! See you soon.” Viggo said before hanging up.
Sean got ready quickly and headed over to Viggo’s house. It was really
pouring. Even with an umbrella he got pretty well soaked and it was
fucking COLD! I didn’t ask for a cold shower, didn’t want one but I
fucking well got one. He thought as he banged on Viggo’s cottage door.
Viggo answered the door wearing baggy ripped up jeans and a button up
shirt only half way buttoned.
“Hey…good Lord you are soaked. I didn’t realize it was this bad. You
should have told me to go to hell for inviting you on a morning like this.”
Viggo said opening the door and letting Sean in.
“No worries…not made of sugar. I won’t melt.” Sean joked making Viggo
grin. He would love to know what Sean tasted like, if not sugar.
“Here let me get you a towel…or three.” Viggo said eyeing the puddle
forming at Sean’s feet.
“Now I get why filming is cancelled. Good thing New Zealand is
anchored good, we’d have floated to Florida by now.” Sean said shivering.
“It would be warmer in Florida.” Viggo mused handing him the towels.
Shit…here…just wrap these around you and hang on.” Viggo ran back
into his bedroom and returned with a t-shirt and sweat pants.
“Here go in the bathroom and change into these, you’ll feel better. I’ll toss
your clothes in the dryer.” Viggo said handing him the items.
“Ok.” Sean muttered and realized just then his teeth were literally
chattering.
He changed and came back out dry and warm.
“Thanks Vig.” Sean said padding into the kitchen barefoot.
“You need some socks?” Viggo asked as he poured pancake batter into a
pan.
“Nah, feet aren’t cold.” Sean said plopping down at the table where Viggo
had already placed a cup of hot coffee for him.
“Cheers, mate.” Sean said taking a drink.
Viggo smiled over his shoulder and continued to make pancakes.
They talked as they always did, about acting, politics, their children, the
shoot, art, and everything under the sun…except for the rumors. Except
what happened yesterday.
Once breakfast was over they both plopped down on the couch.
“God I can barely move…I ate too much.” Sean said smiling at Viggo.
“Me too. Remind me to cut that recipe in fourth’s next time.” Viggo
teased.
“It wouldn’t have been enough to feed the hobbits.” Sean said laughing.
“Nope.” Viggo agreed.
It was barely ten in the morning and they were both sacked out on the
couch. Viggo at one end with his legs beside Sean and Sean at the other
with his beside Viggo. They just lay talking and laughing until Sean
yawned.
“Am I boring you?” Viggo asked.
“No…haven’t been sleeping well lately. Catching up with me I think.”
Sean admitted snuggling back more into the couch.
“Go to sleep then.” Viggo answered stretching his arms above his head
and yawning too.
So they did. They fell asleep like that and a few hours later Sean woke up
again. Viggo was fast asleep. Sean watching him for a few moments.
Watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath and the way his
eyelashes looked like a dark smudge against his high cheekbones.
Sean reached out suddenly and put his hand on the top of his foot. Just
stroked lightly from the top of Viggo’s foot just above his toes and circled
around to his ankle. His skin was warm under Sean’s fingers. Viggo
moved a bit and Sean decided to stop. He didn’t feel like getting kicked
should he find a ticklish spot.
Sean realized then that he needed to get up. He could hear the rain hitting
the windows and his need to take a piss was really starting to get to him.
He shifted and slid awkwardly trying to get off the couch without dumping
Viggo into the floor.
He finally made his way to the bathroom and when he came back Viggo
was sitting up rubbing his eyes. He looked rumpled and content sitting
there half awake.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” Sean said softly.
“It’s ok…got cold without you.” Viggo murmured softly.
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Sean felt like someone had kindled a fire inside his stomach at that
statement. The way Viggo said that…it felt so--intimate. Screw waiting
for Viggo to say something, do something. Sean thought about what Ian
had told him. “I think he might feel the same way if those looks I’ve seen
him throwing your way are any indication.” It was now or never.
“Have you…” Sean stopped. The words were there but he couldn’t bring
himself to say it. He needed to take a deep breath first, steel himself for a
possible verbal if not physical assault and not the kind he was wanting.
“What?” Viggo asked his eyes rising to meet Sean’s. Those blue gray eyes
felt as if they were blazing right into his soul. Sean had to take a chance.
Sean trusted Ian’s instincts even if he didn’t trust his own right now. He
just prayed the old man was right or Sean had a feeling he’d be finding out
how cold that rain is again, this time without the benefit of socks or shoes.
“Have you ever…given yourself absolutely to someone else?” Sean asked
getting ready to back out the door if he needed to.
“What?” Viggo asked confused. Then he grinned as the words registered
in his sleepy brain. “No, but I can’t say I never will.”
“Would you want to?” Sean asked feeling a bit bolder this time.
“If they promised to give me the same thing in return.” Viggo said
standing up quickly and crossing the room toward Sean.
Sean felt as if the entire room was going to spin away into the distance, at
a point just over Viggo’s shoulder. He looked like a predator stalking
toward him. Sean had to nearly lock his knees to keep from stepping back.
“I didn’t think I’d ever be there, in that place.” Sean said softly watching
Viggo close the distance between them.
“Are you there? Now?” Viggo asked softly as he stopped within arms
reach of Sean.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Viggo murmured and with that lost all semblance of self control.
He lunged forward and grasped Sean’s head in each hand and pulled him
into a kiss. It was so sudden that Sean barely had time to register what
exactly was happening.
Viggo kissed like a hurricane. Like a force of nature, the leaves spinning
by the window and the rain pounding against the side of the cottage only
added to the ethereal feeling of it all. Sean felt plundered, taken, yet given
over willingly to Viggo in sacrifice.
He hadn’t even realized his arms were still at his sides for a moment and
then suddenly they were wrapped around Viggo. Pulling him closer,
deepening the kiss, returning the fire. Their tongues dueled but it wasn’t
about dominance or power, it was passion. Deep and consuming, and
beautiful. Like all the stars in the universe collided and reformed within
the very same room with them.
After a few seconds they pulled back from each other gasping for breath.
“Bloody hell.” Sean murmured dragging in a ragged breath. “How’d you
do that?”
“Do what?” Viggo asked confused.
“Get down to my bones?” Sean asked wonderingly.
Viggo smiled. “I was wondering the same thing.” Viggo whispered resting
his forehead against Sean’s. “So, you want this? Want us?” Us. Not me.
Not this. US.
“More than oxygen.” Sean whispered just before Viggo’s lips descended
on his again.
They grappled with each other’s clothing trying not to break their kiss but
Sean had to pull his t-shirt over his head. He did it quickly tossing it
halfway across the room just moments before Viggo’s tongue traced down
the side of his neck from his earlobe to his shoulder.
“God, I’ve wanted to know what you taste like forever it seems.” Viggo
whispered against Sean’s skin.
Sean couldn’t respond. Couldn’t say anything, couldn’t think for the blood
humming in his ears.
“Viggo.” He finally managed to rasp out.
“Hmm?” Viggo murmured sucking on the skin near his collarbone
marking him.
“I…I’ve never.” Sean whispered uncertainly.
“Me either…we’ll have to help each other.” Viggo whispered pulling
away and gazing into Sean’s eyes. Normally light green but nearly forest
green darkened with lust and shining with something more.
They started trying to make their way for the bedroom. Viggo finally
grabbed Sean’s hand in his and led him to the other room. Once inside
Sean tugged him back against him.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you just here…at the top of your spine where
your hair hits. Wanted to taste you. You know your skin smells like
sandalwood? I noticed it the day you tackled me.” Sean whispered huskily
pulling back a bit and then kissing and licking a line down across Viggo’s
shoulder blade.
“Hmm umm sandalwood soap.” Viggo muttered at a loss to remember the
brand he always bought.
“Don’t change it.” Sean whispered sucking hard at the juncture where
Viggo’s neck met with his shoulder. Marking, branding, claiming him.
“Sean…I want. God, I don’t know what I want, I want you,
everything…all.” Viggo mumbled nearly incoherently. He was light
headed, all his blood used to work his brain had gone south and he was
having a hard time even thinking of his own name.
Then Viggo spun around suddenly and dropped to his knees in front of
Sean. Sean sucked in a deep breath. He hadn’t expected that. Wanted it
sure, but had never expected it. Now seeing Viggo on his knees looking up
at him from blue black eyes filled with lust and a promise of more Sean
thought his knees might buckle.
Viggo untied the sweats and tugged them down slowly, caressing Sean’s
ass and thighs softly. Once Sean’s cock bobbed right in front of him he
licked his lips. He hoped he was going to do this right. He knew what he
liked, and Dom had given him some pointers so maybe he could pleasure
Sean the way he wanted to.
Sean sucked in another breath when Viggo wrapped his hand around his
cock and pumped it slowly before sliding his lips over the head allowing
his tongue to dance around it.
“Christ, Vig!” Sean hissed trying to keep his hips from jerking forward.
He was almost successful.
Then Viggo began to suck him in, taking him all the way to his throat and
then pulling back and swirling his tongue around the head again. Over and
over and Sean was wondering how the fuck he could do this so well when
he’d never done it before?
“God, that’s good.” Sean murmured encouragingly.
Viggo smiled around Sean’s cock and began working even harder. He
didn’t want Sean able to form complete sentences. He must not be doing
something right because he shouldn’t be able to think. Viggo set to work
even more diligently sucking and caressing and licking.
Within minutes Sean’s hand shot down and into Viggo’s hair. It registered
that his hair was soft tangling around his fingers, then Sean tugged not too
hard but enough to get Viggo’s attention anyway.
“Vig…stop…I’m…not…not like this.” He finally managed to rasp out a
few coherent words.
Viggo drew back and gave one final swipe with his tongue then released
Sean.
Sean shuddered for a moment. “Christ…who told you how to do that?”
“Dom.” Viggo answered.
“Good, Lord!” Sean answered with a grin. “Remind me to buy him
lunch…maybe a car.”
Viggo started to laugh.
“Come here you.” Sean said tugging at Viggo’s arm.
When Viggo stood up Sean kissed him deeply and could taste himself
vaguely in the kiss this time. It was incredibly arousing. Sean moaned
when Viggo’s jeans clad cock slid roughly against his.
“Take them off.” Sean murmured.
“Huh?” Viggo asked a little dazed.
“Jeans…off.” Sean said then.
“Oh.” Viggo answered unbuttoning his jeans and letting them slide down.
He was glad he’d worn his baggy ones.
“Bed?” Sean asked before Viggo’s lips were on his again.
“Uhhh huhh.” Viggo murmured still kissing him. He sucked Sean’s
bottom lip into his mouth and ran his tongue along it and then pulled back.
“Bed.” He agreed and they both fell onto it in a tangle of arms and legs.
“Um, question?” Viggo inquired after another slow drugging kiss.
“Yes?”
“Uhhh well…um” Viggo began.
“I said I was ready to give myself absolutely to you, and I am.” Sean
whispered as he ran his hands through Viggo’s hair. He sort of figured
what Viggo was trying to ask.
Viggo wondered for a moment if it wasn’t himself being taken as he
leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube Dom had given him.
Sean looked at him with his eyebrow raised.
“Dom.” Viggo grinned.
“Definitely buying him lunch.” Sean said with a soft chuckle.
Viggo continued to grin as he spread the lube onto his fingers. Sean lay
back on the bed and spread his legs trying to will away the butterflies that
had taken up residence there in the last few moments.
“Dom said it would be easier the first time…on your knees.” Viggo said
softly, almost shyly.
“Ian said that as long as we took it slow we could face each other. I want
to see you.” Sean said quietly.
“Ian? You talked to Ian? Wow.” Viggo said a bit stunned. He was too
intimidated by the legendary actor, apparently Sean wasn’t.
“Actually he talked to me…figured it out on his own.” Sean explained.
“Oh.” Then the rest of Viggo’s response was muffled in a kiss.
His hands were trembling when he began to delve between Sean’s legs.
“Slow.” Sean whispered.
“Slow.” Viggo echoed, then one finger began to slide in very slowly. Sean
struggled to relax against the invasion and urged Viggo on. Soon his
finger was buried up to the second knuckle and he wiggled it just a little.
Sean arched back and moaned loudly.
“Prostate located.” Viggo murmured to himself remembering Dom’s
coaching.
He slid a second finger in to join the first and began working on stretching
Sean. God it was tight, and hot, and oh so delicious.
Sean was writhing and arching each time he stroked that brilliant little
bundle of nerves and soon Viggo had three fingers buried as far as they
would go within Sean.
“Need you.” Sean whispered and Viggo knew what he meant. He pulled
his fingers out slowly and Sean whimpered. Then Viggo slicked up his
cock and shifted. He began the slow slide inside that incredibly tight heat.
“God!” Viggo cried out trying to maintain control. He could come just
with the head in. He thought hazily. His face was screwed up in
concentration and Sean caressed his cheek. Viggo opened his eyes and felt
his heart nearly soar out of his chest when he saw Sean staring up at him
with such love in his eyes.
Sean could sense that Viggo didn’t want to hurt him but Sean wasn’t a
fragile thing. He could take this.
“Viggo…please.” He whispered and that was all it took. Viggo slid the
rest of the way in, all the way to the hilt and groaning loudly the entire
way.
“Fuck that’s good.” He murmured resting a moment before he began to
pull back and rock forward again.
“So good.” Sean answered arching back. It hurt, God it hurt, but oh it felt
incredible at the same time. It was the most unbelievable thing he’d ever
felt.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Sean whispered mesmerized caressing the side of
Viggo’s face again.
Viggo’s eyes snapped open and he looked right into Sean’s eyes. “What?”
“I said…ohhhh God! I said…said…God, you’re beautiful.” Sean repeated
scrabbling to grasp Viggo’s shoulders when he had thrust into him again
striking that spot.
Instead of letting Sean hold his arms Viggo pushed one of Sean’s arms
back and laced their fingers together. He held himself up with the other
while he rocked slow and steady into Sean.
“Oh, yes! Viggo…fuck me.” Sean called out and then Viggo did just that.
Thrust his hips forward with such strength and speed that it wrenched a
near scream from Sean.
“Yes! Oh, God! Yes! Viggo!” He called out and each cry, each moan,
each gasp, was sending Viggo further and further over the edge into
oblivion.
“Come with me Sean…come with me, love.” Viggo chanted and Sean
reached down and started stroking himself in time with Viggo’s thrusts
that were getting faster and harder and a bit more irregular. Soon they
were both crying out nearly in unison as entire worlds seemed to collide
and explode. Sean felt as if he’d been turned inside out when he felt Viggo
erupt inside him and at that moment he did the same splashing hot and
sticky on both their stomachs.
Viggo collapsed on top of him, their hands still twined together as they
struggled for breath.
“My God.” Sean whispered still not believing anything could feel this
right.
“Yeah.” Viggo answered rolling off of him and then they curled around
each other. Kissing each other tenderly.
“I think I’m there too.” Viggo murmured a few minutes later after their
breathing had returned to normal.
“Huh?” Sean asked. It was his turn to be confused.
“I’m ready to give myself absolutely to you…next time.” Viggo said
smiling.
“Oh…next time…yeah…maybe in a few hours…I’m exhausted.” Sean
said laughing.
“Me too.” Viggo said with a yawn. Just then the phone rang.
“Fuck it…let the machine get it.” Viggo said cuddling closer. Not even
caring that they were sweating and sticky.
“Hey it’s Orli, they just called, and filming is cancelled again tomorrow. If
you see Bean will you tell him? I can’t reach him at home.” Orlando said
into the answering machine.
Viggo started to laugh. “Sean, filming is cancelled again tomorrow.”
“Consider me told.” Sean answered laughing and kissing Viggo on the end
of his nose.
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That was how it started. Thanks to some silly rumors, that now are quite
true. Hardly anyone believes them anymore…except those that really
know. They’d never given anyone anything to see anymore so the rumors
died down.
They avoid each other in public like the plague and even reveled in it. It
had become a game to them, who they could fool. Sure they slipped once
in a while but everyone chalked it up to them being best mates.
Sean glanced down at Viggo asleep on the couch. He had just slipped in
the house after leaving the party at the Beverly Hilton. He had been
invited to the ceremony but he couldn’t get there in time. Would probably
be rumors next week about him with Dom or Elijah though…oh well.
They had won at the Golden Globes but of course Viggo wasn’t there even
though he too had been invited. He just didn’t do awards shows, they all
understood though. Especially Sean. He knew Viggo too well.
Sean wasn’t supposed to be here tonight, but had lucked out. When he got
the night off and the next day as well he immediately flew in from Utah
where he’d been filming. He didn’t even bother changing clothes came
straight from make up.
He arrived in time to give everyone his love at the after party, he wanted
to congratulate Peter in person. Then he raced home to surprise Viggo. To
give the most important person his love.
“Viggo.” Sean called softly.
“Sean? Am I dreaming?” Viggo asked sitting up and looking around
confused.
“Nope…I’m here. Got a few days off.” Sean answered.
“Mmmm good.” Viggo said before pulling Sean in for one of those
hurricane kisses. Sean never got tired of those. He wouldn’t mind taking
out an advert telling the world about how Viggo’s kisses could turn his
knees to jelly. Then again he’d learned one thing from the rumor mill; no
one was interested in the truth.
The End.