Title: Sometimes
Author: Widdershin
Type: RPS
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo (implied), Sean Bean/Viggo
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these
people. These events never happened.
Warnings: angst, HET relationship, a bit mean to the elf (sorry, but had to
get VM to stop bonking him somehow!)
Summary: Sean doesn’t know who he wants to hit …

*****
Part 1

Sometimes Sean just wanted to hit Viggo and tonight was definitely one of
those nights. Sean ran the fingertips of his right hand slowly up and down
the condensation of his beer glass while the fingers of his left hand
drummed impatiently on his thigh. Tonight turned out to be a mistake even
though it seemed liked a good idea at the time.

Several members of the cast had decided to take the opportunity of a late
make up call the next day to hit their favourite local. Although the
‘enthusiasm’ of the Hobbits could grate on Sean’s nerves by reminding him
that his stamina wasn’t what it was, he couldn’t pass up a night of
companionable drinking and the chance to catch up with Viggo. Outside of
formal Aragorn and Boromir dialogues on set and hurried greetings in the
make up trailer, Sean hadn’t seen much of his friend since Viggo hooked up
with Orlando.

A slight frown crossed Sean’s face at this thought. Although he tried to
understand the whole ‘thing’ between Viggo and Orlando it still bothered
Sean as much as it did when Viggo confided in him just a few weeks earlier
that Orlando had paid him a late night visit. Initially Sean thought, or
hoped, this was just the culmination of Viggo having spent quite a lot of
time listening to Orlando’s despair over the break-up with his girlfriend
in the UK, but then again, maybe after a long line of ‘fuck buddies’ it was
simply Viggo’s turn. Sean scowled at how harsh that thought played in his
head and he had to admit Orlando had stayed with Viggo longer than his
‘others’, but he also knew their relationship wasn’t right. Orlando was a
sweet guy, but he was young and Sean worried that Viggo was taking this a
lot more seriously than Orlando intended it to be… Sean knew Viggo wasn’t
naïve, but … “Oh fuck it!” Sean thought, they are both adults and it is
really none of his business anyway.

Okay, so here he was ready for his ‘night of companionable drinking and
chance to catch up with Viggo’ … well that was the plan.

Billy, Dom and Elijah left them in peace early in the evening managing to
lay claim to the much sought after pool table. Sean smiled at them; despite
the closeness of the three Hobbits it was obvious that Billy and Dom seemed
to share a secret language that frequently resulted in Elijah falling
victim to their good natured pranks and jibes. Even though they finally
filled him in that their game ‘Tig’ was pure fabrication, Elijah still
struggled on trying to understand Billy’s latest version of ‘Braveheart’
pool not realizing it was just an excuse to frustrate him while slamming
whisky shots and shrieking nonsensical battle cries. After watching the
younger men’s antics and shouting encouragement to Elijah, Sean turned away
from the playground and toward Viggo.

“Poor little bugger has no idea what they are doing to him.” Sean chuckled
with a slight shake of his head.

“It’s not so bad, he seems to be having fun anyway.” Viggo replied, but
Sean could see that his attention wasn’t focused on either the pool table
or his drinking companion. Viggo’s usual slouch was noticeably absent as he
sat hunched over several empty glasses. His eyes couldn’t seem to settle
and flicked between the door and the clock, rarely making contact with
Sean’s own. “Definitely not the usual Viggo,” Sean pondered. He tried a few
more inane comments without much luck, only managing to engage Viggo
briefly with a discussion of the next day’s shooting schedule. Even this,
however, was fleeting and with another glance at the clock above the bar it
became obvious that Viggo was distracted and Sean wasn’t going to have the
night he wanted.

“Maybe he stood you up?” Sean growled petulantly but inwardly flinched when
he saw the look Viggo shot him. Sean couldn’t understand why this bothered
him so much and why he was baiting Viggo rather than offering him support.
Both men sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before Viggo
quietly said he was going to the bar for another drink. He made to move out
of the booth only to have his exit blocked by incoming Hobbits. Trapped at
the back of the booth they had no option but to listen to the tales of
battles won and an awful lot of cheating.

“I would have kicked their asses except they kept coming up with all these
stupid rules and penalties!” Elijah shouted across the table at Billy whose
expression was a picture of shocked innocence, “Oh come on Lij, even you
must know that a winning shot actually loses cos we are in the southern
hemisphere and water runs backwards”.

“Bullshit!” Elijah shrieked to anyone who would listen.

“I’m sorry Lij, but it is true” Dom nodded with his most serious
expression, “and don’t forget your penalty is to buy us all a round of
scotch.”

Dom and Billy looked at each other, gave a single nod and repeated the
action at Elijah who groaned loudly before heading to the bar.

“You two are right bastards to the kid,” Sean laughed as he shook his head.

“Oh he loves it Beanie, isn’t that right Vig?” Billy chuckled turning his
attention to Viggo.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Viggo replied quietly.

Dom frowned and shrugged at the subdued response until Sean informed him
that the future king obviously had something or someone else on his mind.
Billy wasn’t so easily convinced and gently asked Viggo if he was all right
to which Viggo smiled for the first time that night and assured him he was
fine. Sean winced at his own actions and put his hand on Viggo’s shoulder,
“Come Vig, you know what Orli’s like, I bet he got sidetracked on the way
here or went to the wrong pub.”

“Yeah, knowing elfboy he is probably sitting across town wondering where
the hell we are!” Dom joined in, “besides, what can he do that we can’t?”

Sean nearly choked on his beer and even Viggo laughed while clapping Sean
on the back. By the time Elijah made it back to the booth with a tray of
drinks all the men were laughing and coming up with a whole string of lewd
suggestions, “What did I miss?”

“Believe me, you don’t want to know”, Viggo chuckled, only to have Dom
suggest that Elijah was very flexible. All but a very bewildered Elijah
started to laugh uncontrollably throwing in even cruder suggestions.

Sean was relieved that the mood had lightened and he could finally enjoy a
night out with his mates, however his relief was short lived when he heard
a very familiar voice shouting over the laughter.

“Hi guys, sorry I’m late” Orlando stood at the end of the booth with a
beaming grin on is face and a pretty blonde on his arm, “but I had to go to
the airport.”

All eyes turned to Orlando as he continued, “This is Sarah and she has just
flown in from England to see me!”

Orlando’s elation was obvious as he babbled on about how they were going to
‘give it another go’ and he couldn’t believe she had travelled all this way
to see him. Sean listened to Orlando, but was very aware that Viggo had
gone very still beside him. He tried to use his peripheral vision to gauge
Viggo’s reaction, but couldn’t quite make out his expression.

Finally Orlando exclaimed to a somewhat overwhelmed Sarah, “…and that is
Viggo, he is awesome and I don’t know what I would have done without him
when we broke up.”

Sean now had an excuse to look directly at Viggo. He had visibly paled, but
was trying very hard to smile at Sarah. He looked shaken.

Billy, who was not the fool of a Took he acted in the film and frequently
in public, also recognized Viggo’s distress and gripped his forearm and
announced in an overly serious tone, “Vig’s our King you know!”

“He is that,” Sean agreed, “and we would do anything for our King” With
this Sean put his arm around Viggo and squeezed his shoulder. Orlando
laughed at the man and hobbit with their ‘King’ and pulled a couple of
chairs over to the end of the booth.

Sean held on tight to Viggo reluctant to break the physical contact while
Orlando’s attention was on him. Finally Orlando turned to Elijah and Sean
slid his arm off Viggo’s shoulder giving him what he hoped was a supportive
pat on the back on the way. Viggo avoided Sean’s gaze and in fact refused
to meet anyone’s eyes. He was caged in the circle of the booth facing
Orlando and his girlfriend.

Sean watched Viggo’s body language intensify and knew he had to get his
friend out of this situation. He downed his drink and elbowed Elijah.

“Move it lad, let the men out to the bar. Come on Vig.” Sean tugged Viggo’s
shirtsleeve indicating him to follow.

Orlando grinned at them and Sean marvelled at the fact that Orlando seemed
to have no idea of how much he was hurting the man he had spent the last
few weeks fucking.

Before they reached the bar Viggo put his hand on Sean’s arm to stop him,
“I have to leave Sean.”

“Okay Vig, come on I’ll drive you home.”

“No, you stay, I can walk.” Viggo’s voice was quiet, but it was clear he
was agitated.

“Don’t be daft, I said I’ll drive you.” Sean insisted.

Viggo tensed and snapped, “Fucking hell Sean, just leave it!” Sean saw
conflicting emotions cross Viggo’s face before he turned and fled toward
the exit his pace quickening the closer he got to the door. Sean just stood
and watched him go, but the desperate look in Viggo’s eyes kept replaying
through his thoughts.

*****
Part 2

Sean stood looking at the door debating whether or not to follow Viggo, but
decided with a sigh that his friend needed some alone time to sort himself
out.

By the time he got back to the table, Sean had drunk most of his beer and
the booth dynamics had changed. Orlando and Sarah had slid into the booth
leaving the chairs for Sean and Viggo. Sean looked at the arrangement and
sat down. The chair beside Sean remained empty.

Orlando frowned, “Where’s Vig?”

“He had to leave.” Sean growled glaring at Orlando. Fuck…he wanted to hit
him.

All the booth inhabitants noticed the exchange of looks between the two
men. Sarah took it as her cue, “Actually Orli, I wouldn’t mind heading
home, I’m feeling pretty jetlagged”

Orlando’s eyes widened, he looked mortified, “Oh God Sarah, I’m so sorry,
you must be exhausted…I just didn’t think.”

Sean scowled over his glass and muttered, “ A lot of that going on
tonight.”

Orlando stood up allowing Sarah to slide out of the booth. He wrapped his
arms around her and kissed her gently on the cheek, “Time to get my girl
home so I’ll see you lot of miscreants tomorrow.”

“Fuck!” Dom exclaimed loudly, “Orli’s learnt a new word”

“Piss off wanker!” Orlando called over his shoulder as they headed for the
door.

Dom laughed at Orlando’s retreating back, “Our elf always did have a way
with words. Okay now they’ve gone fill us in Beanie, what’s the story with
Viggo?”

Sean cringed. He didn’t really want to discuss this, but Billy leant across
Dom and pushed the point, “What did he say Sean? Is he okay?” Billy’s
manner was quiet, but insistent. Sean understood that Billy was genuinely
worried about his friend and wasn’t going to be put off with a Bean shrug
and grunt.

“I don’t know Billy, he didn’t look too good.”

“What did he say?” Billy repeated.

Sean sighed and looked up from his glass to meet Billy’s concerned gaze,
“He told me to leave it.”

“Maybe we should head over to his place and check on him?” Elijah
suggested.

Billy smiled at Elijah, but knew the last thing Viggo needed was a well
meaning Hobbit invasion, “Good idea Lij, but I think Sean should go on his
own.”

Sean shook his head, “Nah, he made it very clear he didn’t want me with
him. I think he needs his space right now.”

The others didn’t look convinced, but could see that Sean wasn’t willing to
discuss it further.

The mood definitely needed to lighten up so Elijah took it on himself to
announce that he had figured out why he lost his last game of pool and was
ready for a rematch. Dom and Billy rocketed out of their seats deciding
what drinks Elijah would be forced to buy them this time. Sean smiled to
himself with the knowledge that not even Lij was that gullible and he
appreciated the young actor’s motives. He sat and watched the Hobbits for
about an hour nursing his empty glass, but his heart was no longer in the
evening and wandered over to wish them all good night. Billy caught his eye
before he left and suggested that it was a nice night out and he should
take the long route home.

“Bloody nosey little Hobbit,” Sean muttered as he glanced over his shoulder
carefully backing his car out, “Viggo made it clear he didn’t want me … um,
didn’t want me to interfere, didn’t want my help.” Sean’s frustration was
evident in the rapidly increasing pressure on his accelerator pedal, even
though he couldn’t pin down what he was actually frustrated about. Sure he
wanted to hit Orlando, but that was a regular occurrence. He loved the guy,
but he was young and could be bloody annoying. Maybe he was frustrated
because one of his best mates had just been hurt and humiliated and he
couldn’t do anything to help. Sean frowned at this thought. He hadn’t tried
very hard to help Viggo.

His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he finally admitted to
himself that the person he was really pissed off with was Viggo … what the
fucking hell was he doing letting Orlando into his bed in the first place?

This startled Sean. He pulled the car over to the side of the road. He sat
very still. Where the hell had that thought come from. Okay he’d always
known Viggo went both ways. Up until now it hadn’t bothered him who Viggo
fucked so long as his ‘oh so straight ears’ weren’t sullied with the
intimate details. But now, well …he was bothered. Orlando was too young or
too pretty or too…something. Sean’s head pounded as he tried to collect his
thoughts.

He wound the window down and fumbled in his pockets until he found his
smokes and lighter. The cigarette gave his hand something to do and he
focused on the grey smoke drifting out the open window. He ran his fingers
absently through his hair and tried to clear the tangle of thoughts and
accusations. “Come on Bean, why are you having so much trouble with this?”
he whispered as his head fell back against the headrest. He had helped a
lot of friends through break ups, bloody hell he had been through enough
himself. It usually meant a lot of male bonding over copious amounts of
alcohol and assurances that women don’t know what they want. But this was a
whole different situation…and Sean had to admit he didn’t know why it was
different.

Finally he cursed, “Damn it! The bloody Hobbit was right,” as he turned his
car towards Viggo’s street, “how the hell did the little Scots git get so
wise all of a sudden?” He had to put his own anger and confusion aside and
make sure his friend was okay.

By the time Sean pulled into Viggo’s drive he had run a dozen opening lines
through his head and discarded them all. The lights were on in a couple of
the rooms so at least he knew Viggo had made it home okay.

Sean hesitated before he got out of the car unsure of the reception he
would receive, but chided himself for his cowardice and walked toward the
front door. He was about to knock when he realized that the door was
slightly ajar. “Bloody typical Viggo”, he thought as he stepped into the
entry hall and called Viggo’s name. No answer.

Sean made his way through to the lounge room and continued on to the
makeshift studio. He knew this room was a frequent refuge when Viggo was
feeling overwhelmed by the daily insanity of the ‘Rings circus’. Sean had
also spent many hours sprawled on the couch (after clearing it of books and
papers) reading or chatting while Viggo painted. He marveled at Viggo’s
penchant for collecting all manner of junk and these ‘found objects’
created their own still life filling every available space around the room.
Sean slumped against the doorframe and sighed, however full the room was
there was still no Viggo. The kitchen offered a similar result, although
Sean noticed an empty brown paper bag thrown on the floor.

Sean wondered if Viggo had simply gone to bed and forgotten about the
lights. He made his way up the stairs and gently knocked on the door. When
he heard no sound coming from inside the room Sean leant his forehead
against the door and debated his next move. For some reason Sean found it
difficult to open the door to Viggo’s bedroom. Despite his familiarity with
the house he had never actually been in Viggo’s room. He slid his hand
slowly across the wood until it rested on the doorknob, again he hesitated.
Sean took a breath and pushed the door open and whispered, “Vig, are you
asleep?” No answer.

The room was dark so Sean waited until his eyes adjusted to the low light
before making his way carefully to the bed. Even though his sight grew
accustomed to the glow of the near full moon Sean tripped over a range of
items strewn across the floor. By the time he made it to the bed he could
see it was rumpled, but empty. He felt like he was invading Viggo’s privacy
by being in his room amongst his books, photographs, dirty clothes and
clutter, but now he was in the room he couldn’t bring himself to leave. It
was as if he was surrounded by Viggo without him actually being there.

Sean’s stomach knotted as he sat on the edge of the bed. He flicked on the
bedside lamp and picked up a small bundle of photographs. The photos
chronicled their life on set; Lij asleep leaning on his ever faithful Sam,
Billy and Dom arguing over who had the biggest feet, the elf wrapping his
arms around a reluctant Gandalf, there was even one of Sean in full Boromir
regalia having a sneaky smoke between takes. They were all there except the
photographer. Sean suddenly missed Viggo. He ran his hand over the cold
sheet smoothing some of the wrinkles, looked around the chaos of Viggo’s
room and said to no one, “Where the hell are you mate?”

*****
Part 3

Even though the bedroom had been empty Sean closed the door as quietly and
carefully as he had opened it several minutes earlier. His mind tumbled
over and over trying to guess Viggo’s hiding place.

The deck! It suddenly hit him; of course Viggo would head outside. Sean cut
through the kitchen kicking the paper bag on his way. He picked it up and
saw the logo of a local off-licence, “Okay Vig, you are off drowning your
sorrows somewhere.” Sean smiled. This was something he understood.

Sure enough the back door was wide open and Sean walked out to the deck. He
scowled as a quick scan of the area showed he was alone amongst the odd
collection of outdoor furniture. Sean ran his fingers through his beard and
he moved to the deck railing. His eyes strained over the dark beach below
until he saw something, or someone, lying at the water’s edge.

“Gotcha,” Sean thought as he ran down the steps to the sand and jogged over
the distant figure. Viggo was lying on the sand with the waves lapping over
his legs and a near empty bottle of scotch clutched in his hand.

“You daft bugger.” Sean said as he sat down on the sand to assess Viggo’s
state. He gently took the bottle from Viggo’s hand and lifted it to his own
lips. “At least I can’t fault your taste in whisky… Now what am I gonna do
with you?” He shook his head and gave Viggo’s shoulder a light shove; no
response. Sean realized that a more aggressive approach was needed. He
moved onto his knees, gripped Viggo’s forearms and, with a grunt, managed
to haul him into a sitting position.

This finally elicited a response from Viggo as he groaned, “Fuck off Sean.
Leave me alone.”

“Yeah, I love you too Sunshine!” Sean replied as put his arm around his
drunken friend’s waist and dragged him to his feet.

Their first few steps toward the house were tentative as Sean tried to keep
his balance in the wet sand. Eventually he was able to initiate a forward
momentum despite the near dead weight on his arm. “Fuck you’re heavy Vig,
come on you’ve got to help a bit…”

With a lot of effort and cursing Sean neared the steps of the deck, but
before he could catch him Viggo slipped from his grasp and fell to his
knees. Sean laid a comforting hand on Viggo’s back as he vomited a vast
amount of fluid into the sand. The stench of whisky rose to Sean’s nostrils
as he rubbed his hand in a soothing motion. “That’s it mate. A waste of
good whisky, but as my old dad used to say better out that in.”

“Oh fuck.” Viggo groaned as he sat back up and leaned against Sean.

“Yep that about sums it up,” Sean agreed. He felt rather than saw that
Viggo had started shivering and added, “Come on Vig, up again and we’ll get
you into bed.”

With his arm wrapped tightly around Viggo, Sean managed to get up the steps
to the deck and in the back door. He kicked the door closed behind them and
looked up the flight of stairs to the bedrooms and cursed Viggo’s choice of
a two storey house. Sean took a breath, braced himself and began the climb.
By the time they made it to the bedroom Sean was breathing heavily and
Viggo was a definite shade of grey.

“To bed with you my friend,” Sean announced “but first, you have to get out
of these wet clothes.” Viggo attempted to undo his shirt buttons with one
hand while holding on to Sean to stop himself from swaying precariously
with the other. Sean smiled as he shook his head and helped Viggo rid
himself of his shirt. Sean had seen Viggo naked in the trailer enough times
so he had no problem shedding Viggo of his wet jeans and underwear, only
stopping to let Viggo sit on the bed after he nearly toppled over trying to
extricate his feet from the sodden denim.

Sean rummaged through a pile of clothes on a nearby chair until he found a
pair of crumpled sweatpants and turned to give them to Viggo, only to find
that Viggo had all ready crawled up the bed and settled. Sean threw the
sweats back on the chair and pulled the sheet over Viggo.

With Viggo safely in bed Sean wasn’t sure whether to head home or crash in
the spare room. He settled for the latter because it was closer and he knew
a few good hangover remedies, not all of them pleasant he grinned. Sean was
nearly at the door when Viggo mumbled into his pillow, “Stay.”

“Don’t worry Vig, I’m staying. I’ll just be in the spare room.” Sean
replied returning to the side of the bed.

Viggo moved his head slightly so he could see Sean and quietly asked, “Stay
with me Sean?”

Sean hesitated, unsure about sharing Viggo’s bed, but reasoned it was a big
bed and they would stay on their own sides. He stripped down to his boxers
and climbed into the bed as carefully as he could so as not to jostle Viggo
too much. He stretched out and watched as Viggo turned to face him. Sean
smiled and gently pushed the hair off Viggo’s face and whispered, “Get some
sleep mate.” Viggo closed his eyes and with a quiet mumble that Sean
couldn’t quite make out he drifted into an alcohol-induced sleep.

Sean lay and watched Viggo sleep for quite a while and considered his
friendship with this man. Viggo was the closest to his age and had been
through similar situations in his life so it was obvious that they would
become good friends. But Sean knew there was more to it. They shared many
ideologies and disagreed passionately on others, but there was mutual
respect. And Sean knew that he respected Viggo more than anyone he
knew…even if he had just watched him vomit on the beach. Sean came to the
conclusion that Viggo was a mass of contradictions; in one instance he was
raucous, smoked cigars and named the lovely Cate ‘Her Cuntliness’ and yet
he could be thoughtful, introverted and easily hurt. Viggo was regarded as
the strong one on the cast who seemed to be everyone’s protector, but Sean
believed he sometimes needed a little protecting himself. Finally, Sean
drifted off to sleep listening to Viggo’s steady breathing.

A movement in the bed woke Sean and he looked at the unfamiliar clock to
read it was still the early hours of the morning. He saw the reflected
light of the ensuite before Viggo closed the door. Sean waited for his
return, but after ten minutes headed for the bathroom door. He stood and
listened, but couldn’t make out any sounds.

“Vig are you okay?” he asked, but his only reply was the unmistakable sound
of someone throwing up.

Sean opened the door to the pathetic sight of his friend sitting naked on
the white tiled floor next to the toilet.

“I’m sorry Sean.” Viggo moaned before he was hit by another wave of nausea.

Sean crouched on the floor next to him, holding his hair while he massaged
his back, “Shit Vig, haven’t we done this tonight all ready?”

Viggo sat back with a miserable expression, “I’m so sorry Sean, you don’t
need this shit. I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t believe I reacted this
way. I knew Orli only wanted sex, something to do between real
relationships.” The tears started to fall down Viggo’s cheeks and Sean
wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in close.

“That doesn’t make you an idiot Vig.” Sean whispered into Viggo’s hair.
“Orlando just needs to grow up a bit.” And maybe a thumping he wanted to
add.

“Orli didn’t know how I felt, it’s not his fault he didn’t love me,” Sean
could barely hear Viggo’s words as he continued to hold him. “I made the
mistake, I expected more than he was willing to give… I know I made a
complete fool of myself Sean. Don’t tell him, he’s a good person, I don’t
want him hurt… please Sean.”

Sean cradled Viggo in his arms until he quietened down and then said, “Come
on Vig, back to bed. It wouldn’t do my reputation any good to be found
cuddling a naked man in a bathroom.” He gently unwrapped his arms, helped
Viggo to his feet and led him back to the bed.

Viggo wouldn’t meet Sean’s eyes and lay on his side with his back to him.
Sean got into the bed and recognized the misery in Viggo’s posture. He
gently smoothed Viggo’s hair as he moved up close behind him. For once Sean
didn’t consider how this would look to the outside world and curled his arm
around Viggo pulling him back into his embrace.

“Thanks Sean.” Viggo murmured.

Sean’s mouth touched Viggo’s ear as he whispered, “It’s okay mate, we all
need a little protecting sometimes.”

*****
Part 4

It wasn’t often he had the luxury of staying in bed once the sun was up
Sean pondered while he dragged his consciousness towards the surface of the
day. As the sensation gradually began returning to his body it hit him that
he was not alone in his bed. In fact there was a body pressed against his
back and an arm curled around his chest. Sean relaxed into the warmth of
the body enjoying the gentle breath on the back of his neck. In his semi
wakeful state it took Sean another minute or two to realize that not only
was this not his bed, but the chest against his shoulder blades didn’t have
the cushion of breasts he expected to be there.

“Shit,” Sean was fully awake in an instant and looked down at the arm
around his body. The hand was resting palm up on the bed in front of his
chest and he could just make out a tiny ‘H’ in the creases of the wrist.
The night before came back to him with the knowledge that it was Viggo’s
arm around him and Viggo’s body spooning him. A very naked Viggo Sean
corrected himself. Although is initial reaction was to remove the naked man
draped over him, Sean found that he was surprisingly comfortable with this
and the sensation of Viggo’s chest hairs brushing against his back with
each breath actually felt good.

Viggo mumbled softly in his sleep and hugged Sean tighter. Sean chuckled to
himself that maybe this shouldn’t feel as good as it did, after all this
was Viggo, his mate and sparring partner, but came to the conclusion that
sleepy body contact was always a good thing. “Yeah, a good thing,” Sean
murmured snuggling back more until he felt Viggo’s hard cock pressed
against his boxers. A slight wave of panic fleeted through Sean’s mind as
he hoped Viggo hadn’t mistaken him for Orlando. “Wrong body type Vig, this
one is straight!” Sean started to move out of Viggo’s grasp, before he
calmed down with the realization that it was morning, he was in the same
state and it was only the result of a very full bladder.

Sean gently lifted Viggo’s arm, slid out of the bed and headed for the
bathroom. A quick piss and he stepped into the heat of the shower stream
subconsciously reluctant to lose the scent of Viggo from his skin. He
sighed and replaced Viggo with the mint of the shampoo and conditioner. He
dried himself, pulled his boxers back on and returned to the bedroom.

Viggo was still in the same position when Sean returned to the room and he
chuckled quietly, “Sleep while you can Vig cos you’re gonna have one hell
of a headache when you wake up.” He picked up his still soggy clothes and
wrinkled his nose at the smell of whisky and vomit, “You owe me a laundry
bill Viggo!” Sean smiled as he grabbed the sweatpants he had pulled out for
Viggo the night before and after a quick check decided they were nearly
clean enough to wear. Another search through the pile of clothes resulted
in a t-shirt with not too many paint stains. Sean dressed and grimaced at
his reflection in the mirror before he headed to the kitchen.

After putting the kettle on Sean acquainted himself with Viggo’s kitchen
cupboards. They were surprisingly well stocked. He located Viggo’s tea and
made a more conventional cuppa for himself. After a mouthful of tea Sean
grabbed a couple of aspirins and Viggo’s tea and strolled back to the
bedroom. “Come on Vig, time to wake up and face the world,” he announced in
an unnecessarily loud voice.

“Oh God, just let me die!” Viggo’s croaky reply made Sean laugh even more
before he took pity on his friend’s suffering.

“Here’s that bloody awful tea you like and a couple of pills for the head.”
He said as he sat on the edge of the bed. Viggo took a tentative sip of tea
and swallowed the aspirin with another gulp.

“Shit my head hurts,” Viggo groaned as he cautiously rubbed his fingers
over his eyes.

“I’m not surprised, the state you were in last night.” Sean offered.

“I wish I was one of those drunks who forgot ‘the night before’. I’m sorry
Sean, I made such a fool of myself. I’m not usually that pathetic over
rejection” Viggo moaned.

Sean took in the dejected look on his friend’s face and couldn’t stop
himself, “Fucking hell Viggo, I don’t know how you held it together as well
as you did. I would have decked the little snot as soon as he arrived! He
always gets away with murder…one flash of that smile and the world falls at
his feet.

“He’s just young Sean.” Viggo said softly.

“True, but that is no excuse to treat you like shit,” Sean replied quickly,
“no excuse at all.”

Viggo took another drink of tea and closed his eyes, he didn’t want to deal
with this right now. “I know Sean.”

“Okay mate, I’m gonna head home to get some decent clothes before I go to
the set. You should grab another hour or two’s sleep, it’s still early.”

Viggo set the mug on the nightstand and said in a very quiet voice, “Thanks
Sean.” Sean understood that he was being thanked for more than the tea and
a couple of hours extra sleep and gently closed the door of the bedroom
behind him.

Once he heard Sean’s car pull out of the driveway Viggo knew he couldn’t go
back to sleep. His head pounded, but he couldn’t stop running through the
events of the night before. His foremost thought was his total disgust with
himself. It had hurt so much when he saw Orlando walk through the door with
Sarah on his arm, but he had been through worse than this and he should be
able to handle it better. All he knew was he had wanted to run, to get away
from Orli, to not meet the pitying looks on the other’s faces… He had been
trapped in that booth until Sean gave him an ‘out’, yet he had been so
angry with Sean… Sean had been right about Orli and it made Viggo look a
fool in his eyes. He couldn’t handle that. Fuck his head was going to cave
in. Viggo took another drink of tea before he was able to tackle the slow
walk to the bathroom.

After relieving his aching bladder, Viggo stood in front of the mirror and
took in his dishevelled appearance. “Yeah, real desirable Mortensen”, he
muttered wishing he could cover all his mirrors with pictures and mementos
so he didn’t have to look at himself. Turning away from his reflection he
turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up. As he watched the
steam starting to rise he remembered sharing the small space with Orlando
only three days earlier. Viggo’s teeth clenched as he pictured Orli
dragging him into the cubicle, laughing as he squeezed shampoo over the
‘filthy ranger’s hair’. Soap lather poured down Viggo’s face stinging his
eyes. “Fuck Orlando!” he yelled as he tried to rinse off the excess
bubbles.

“If you insist Vig,” Orlando giggled as he pressed his body against
Viggo’s.

“What’s the story elf, blind me and then have your way with me?” Viggo
answered slightly breathless as his hand slid down Orlando’s torso to palm
his hard cock.

“That was the plan.” He barely managed to groan before his head fell
against Viggo’s shoulder.
Viggo moved back slightly to allow the full force of the water to stream
down Orlando’s body and he could feel it run over his fingers as he
tightened them around Orlando and began a slow and steady rhythm. Orlando
was forced to grip Viggo’s shoulders as he began to sway in time with
Viggo’s hand…his mouth moving on Viggo’s neck.

“Oh fuck Vig, I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” Orlando
moaned.

Viggo’s own breathing was becoming laboured as he stopped his caresses,
moved his hands to Orlando’s hips and turned him around. Orlando leaned
forward and braced both hands against the shower wall in anticipation of
Viggo’s next move. Viggo leant out of the shower stall and pulled a condom
out of the bathroom cabinet. He ripped the foil open and rolled it down
over his cock. Orlando, getting impatient, scowled at Viggo over his
shoulder who simply slapped Orlando’s backside and told him to behave.

Viggo poured hair conditioner into his hand amused at how much it was
trembling and gently nudged Orlando’s legs further apart with his knee. His
slick fingers stroked firmly up Orlando’s cleft causing him to arch
backwards and gasp, “Just do it Vig… want you now!”

Viggo rubbed more of the conditioner on his cock and closed his eyes
revelling in the slippery touch of his own fingers.

“Vig…now.” Orlando’s voice was a mix of petulance and desperation.

Viggo chuckled as he guided his cock to Orlando’s entrance and began the
steady push. Orlando moaned at the slow pace. He tried to squirm against
Viggo’s hands that were now holding his hips steady. By the time Viggo was
flush against Orlando’s back both men were breathless. Viggo knew Orlando
wanted a fast and hard fuck. He pulled back and slammed into Orlando
eliciting a cry from the younger man urging him on. Viggo grinned as he
then set up a deep but slow rhythm. He dragged his hand across Orlando’s
belly purposely ignoring Orlando’s attempts to get the hand lower.

Viggo ran his tongue slowly along Orlando’s shoulder and up his neck. He
could see Orlando’s fingers curling and trying to find a purchase on the
smooth tiles. “Vig …more…please!” He pleaded. Viggo rubbed his stubble over
Orlando’s cheek and said brokenly, “Always so impatient Elfboy”, but
relented and quickened his pace. After a couple more thrusts Viggo knew
that Orlando was close and wrapped one arm tightly around his waist while
starting to fist his cock with the other.

Viggo’s rhythm faltered as he felt his muscles begin to clench totally
overwhelmed by the physical sensation of Orlando’s near frantic movements
and the hot water jetting down his own back. “Oh fuck Orli… almost…
almost…come on Orli ,,, come with me.” Viggo growled breathlessly into
Orlando’s ear.

Viggo’s thrusts almost lifted him off the ground and pushed Orlando roughly
into the shower wall. It was only Viggo’s arm holding and supporting him
that stopped Orlando losing his balance as he shouted Viggo’s name and came
in his hand. Feeling Orlando come was all Viggo needed to allow himself his
own release.

Viggo collapsed forward onto Orlando’s back gasping for breath as Orlando
twisted around flicking his tongue across Viggo’s lips and murmuring into
his mouth, ”That was awesome Vig, you are awesome.”

“Obviously not that awesome Orli,” Viggo whispered as he stepped into the
shower alone.