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Nuzzle
In which Sean has a beard, and Vig is intrigued

"You've got a what?" Vig's voice actually made it up from monotone, and Sean chuckled.

"A beard, Vig. You've seen me with one before."

Vig sighed. Sean wasn't sure if it was in relief or exasperation. "So it's a goatee."

Sean wandered over to the mirror and stroked his chin. "Nah, I'd say this is more of a beard. More like yours than Boromir's."

Sean listened to the silence on the other end of the phone for a full minute before asking, "Vig? Did I lose you?"

Mumbling. "wazzitookike..."

Sean hesitated. "What?"

Vig cleared his throat and tried again. "What's it look like? Color and stuff?"

Sean almost snickered aloud. Vig. At a most uncharacteristic loss for words. He should get Orli on conference. "Sorta reddish blonde. Not too heavy. C'mon Vig, you saw the goatee. It's like that, only all over." He really was chuckling by the end of the sentence.

Vig mumbled something else, and Sean shook his head with impatience. "Vig, speak up."

"I said is it soft?"

Sean opened his mouth to answer, and found his throat had suddenly gone dry. "Is it -" he coughed. "Soft?"

Vig's voice was quiet but clear. "Touch it. Is it soft? What does it feel like?"

"It's, um, yeah, I guess it's soft." It is, but other things aren't, he thought uncomfortably.

"Are you touching it? Touch yourself, Sean."

Somehow this conversation had gone somewhere completely off the rails, Sean thought, but for some reason, he couldn't quite complain. He reached up and stroked his chin again. "Can you hear me, Viggo? I'm stroking it."

He heard the soft hitch in Vig's breath, and felt his cock fill a bit more. He reached down and guiltily adjusted himself, and jumped when Vig's breathy voice came again. "Touch your lips Sean. Are they soft too?"

Sean closed his eyes and licked his lips, then brought fingertips up to brush over them. "I guess, Viggo. Not as soft as a woman's."

Viggo surprised him with a little chuckle. "That's okay Sean." Silence fell again, interrupted only by their breathing, then Viggo said again, "Touch yourself, Sean."

Sean paused, "Vig you already -" then he stopped, and whispered, "Oh." His hand slipped back down to cup his erection, and he gave a soft sigh.

"That's right Sean. I wanna see you. I want to see your beard and taste your mouth and touch you just like you're touching yourself. I miss you, Sean."

Sean was squeezing, eyes closed, lost in the softness of Vig's voice. "I miss you too, Viggo. I miss New Zealand, and camping."

Viggo laughed softly, remembering the last time he'd shared his tent, and his sleeping bag with the Brit. "I don't need to go camping with you. I need to be with you. When we finish here, where will you be?"

Sean had to think, to stop touching himself long enough to concentrate. "Mexico, I think. They say we'll have condos on the beach, so you can take pictures of sunsets."

Vig laughed again. "Love, I live in California. I'd rather take pictures of you. Maybe with the sunset coming in over the bed. I'll be there. Just send me the address."

Sean agreed, then paused again. "What's wrong, Sean?" Vig asked.

"Are you going to finish me?"

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[thalassatx.livejournal.com]

I reeeeally like Sean's new beard. Really.

[milochka.livejournal.com]

The beard's nice... but I'm trying not to look at the pic too much. With that haircut and those shades, Sean looks eerily like my brother, and it's starting to creep me out. (Especially since I'm trying to write a VigBean fic right now. *G*)

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[thalassatx.livejournal.com]

Oh dear!! Well, Dave Wenham looks like a very good, but rather silly friend of mine, so I think that's why I have a very difficult time perving him.

If I were single, I'd have to meet your brother ;)

[milochka.livejournal.com]

And would this Dave look-alike of yours be single? (Age, height, and level of silliness unimportant.)

My brother's already taken too, sorry. *G*