Mates (reposted)
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rugbytackleSo I have now had time to reread and revise the original postings of Mates. So here is chapters 1-5, with slight revisions here and there, and all the usual warnings (I hope!)
Title: Mates
Author: ozcmom
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: Some chapters G, some more NC-17
Feedback: Yeah, why not? Would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, only in my dreams (dammit)
Notes: The 'dead' have risen? Naah, umm, emotional scene makes for emotional times? Naaah. Oh just read it!
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1
Sean walked back toward the makeup van, kicking the ground in frustration as he went.
“And I’m supposed to be professional. More like a professional fucking idiot,” he muttered angrily to himself. A wave of embarrassment swept over him again as he recalled the scene, amongst the trees, flat on his back, and supposedly one of the most emotional of the whole movie. His death scene.
Running through his mind was the look of amusement and curiosity on his co-star’s face. He and Viggo had been rehearsing the scene, going through the dialogue, making changes with Fran and Peter. Well, Viggo had been at least. He was more on edge about his character, and what he would be saying at this time. He had really taken on board the spirit of Aragorn, and it was fascinating to watch him become the character each day.
Reaching the door of their shared van he flung it open, venting some of his anger in this physical action. The door suffered just as the stones in his path on the way to the van had.
“Steady, that door might prove useful in the future if we get bad weather,” came the voice from inside. Half way up the stairs Sean froze. He didn’t even see Viggo go past him, yet there he was in the van, when he had left him on the set only a short while ago. Must have been when he stopped to get the body plate removed. Damn! He had wanted to get out of here before having to see him again today.
“And what did the door do to you to deserve that anyway?”
“Nothing, it didn’t need to,” he muttered, finishing his journey into the van, leaving the door where it was, gaping wide open against the wall of the van. The last thing he needed at the moment was to be somewhere out of sight of the rest of the world with this man.
“That’s worth knowing, that you attack inanimate objects for no apparent reason,” Viggo said, his face unreadable.
“Yeah, well, shit happens,” said Sean, scowling and lowering himself into his chair. The silence inside the van grew, enveloping the two occupants, and growing towards a point that was becoming very uncomfortable for Sean. Viggo just sat there, looking at a copy of the script he held in his hands.
Finally Sean couldn’t stand the silence any more. “Look, about what happened back there,” he said quickly, looking down at his hands, not trusting himself to look up at the man next to him.
“What would that be?” asked Viggo quietly.
Sean’s eyes leapt up, seeking information. He searched Viggo’s face. Was Viggo teasing him? Or was he saying it was OK, that he wasn’t worried by it? He thought he saw the latter in the blue eyes currently resting on his face. For confirmation he asked, “What do you mean, ‘What would that be?’ You know what I am talking about.”
Viggo raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and lowered his eyes to his script again. “I didn’t notice anything to be worried about,” he said, again quietly.
The silence in the van was broken by the arrival of their assistants, who had been caught a little unready, as the actors were not meant to be back yet. They hurried in, apologising, and started removing the wigs, and makeup. Sean used their activity to surreptitiously observe the man seated next to him. Viggo was still concentrating on his script, his fingers absent-mindedly moving back and forth across his lips, causing Sean a repeat performance of the problem that arose earlier. Well, in Sean’s mind it had been a problem, but apparently in Viggo’s it hadn’t. So what did that mean?
Pondering the possibilities, Sean recalled again exactly what had happened. They were going through ‘full rehearsal’ of the death scene. Sean was flat on his back with that bloody uncomfortable body plate on, which held the arrows in place. He had been fidgeting to get comfortable in it. Viggo had been about to position himself in place when he saw Sean’s discomfort.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Bloody body plate’s fastenings are digging int’ m’ back,” he had said.
“Let me have a look at the ground,” offered Viggo, placing his hand on Sean’s shoulder to help lift him up. Sean had raised the upper part of his body, which was unable to bend, with Viggo’s help. Viggo had moved around, avoiding the arrows protruding obscenely from Sean’s chest. A few moments of scrabbling in the dirt and Viggo sat up, face showing a small look of triumph.
“There you go, this couldn’t have been very comfortable,” said Viggo, showing Sean a decent sized rock that had been mostly buried in the ground, and had gone undetected when they had checked the site over earlier. Viggo had lowered Sean gently back down, and tossed the rock aside. Looking down into Sean’s eyes he had grinned. “All better now?” he asked with a slightly mischievous grin, and an eyebrow raised. “Or should I call you ‘Princess’ from now on, and check your bed each night for ‘peas’?”
Sean had scowled, but then grinned, and thanked his ‘king’. “And if I ever find I’m having trouble with m’ bed I will be sure to let you know immediately,” he said, winking at the same time.
“Please do,” had been the reply.
“You two finished fidgeting? Are we ready to start?” had interrupted their exchange.
For the next 30 minutes they worked through the lines, the exchange that was recognised as being possibly one of the most emotion-charged of the whole first movie. Lying there, with Viggo’s body above his, his face a few inches away, his hands resting on his chest, and his breath brushing his lips, Sean had found it impossible to hold back. His body had betrayed him. The closeness of this man, and the caring and love that had emanated from him had caused Sean to become aroused in such a way that was impossible for Viggo not to notice.
Sean had fought it, had tried to concentrate on the scene, but the highly charged interaction had brought him undone. He watched as his co-star became aware, and rather than waiting for his reaction, which he knew would have to be demoralising, he had shoved Viggo away, scrambled up from the ground, and fled the scene. As he had passed the producer he flung an excuse, claiming illness, over his shoulder, and stumbled down the hill, tearing at his costume to remove the damned breastplate holding the arrows. Costuming was going to kill him.
He had totally fucked up, and didn’t have a clue as to what to do about it.
2
For a while he had been aware of the feelings this bohemian American character actor had aroused in him, and for that whole while he had wondered what to do about it. He felt so frustrated, when he was honest to himself. Sure, blokes had been blokes, and they had mucked around in the change rooms, held competitions as to who could ejaculate highest up the wall, and on the odd occasion experimented with whether you could do so further if someone else provided the stimulation and aim.
But as for dealing with blokes on an emotional level? Forget it. After all, veteran of 2 marriages, with another on the way out, he was only used to dealing with women, and wasn’t too sure how you went about approaching a bloke. Especially one you were working closely with, and needed to continue to do so. So he had just kept it under wraps.
That was, until that day, and that scene.
“You guys coming to the pub for dinner tonight?” asked Orlando as he flung himself down into the chair on the other side of Sean. Assistants homed in on the elf, starting the transformation process.
“Not me, I am thinking I might stay out here tonight,” said Viggo. “There is a spot a few miles down the road that is supposed to be a great fishing spot, and Barrie said it is fine to stay out here, as long as I don’t go and drown myself.”
“Shit, really?” said Orlando. “So you are staying here in the van, or what?”
“No, will probably camp down at the fishing spot, depending on what it is like,” shrugged Viggo. His eyes returned to the script in his hands. Sean sat in silence, almost feeling a sense of relief that he didn’t have to worry about talking with Viggo that night in the pub. Despite Viggo telegraphing the message that he was fine with what happened, Sean still wasn’t.
“Feel like joining me, Sean? With you heading back to the UK next weekend, it might be the last chance you get before having to deal with all the stuff you are about to go through.”
Sean looked up at Viggo, stunned at the offer and the revelation of thought processes that had gone on behind it. Yeah, Sean was heading back to the UK to finalise his third divorce, and he wasn’t really looking forward to it.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” he said. “Sure you don’t mind? Thought y’ liked your solitude, and time to commune with nature,” he prompted.
“Time with mates, especially those going through what you are facing, is also important,” Viggo replied.
Sean wondered again at the possible double meaning lying behind Viggo’s words. “Well, yeah, OK, if you would like some company.”
Orlando had started chatting to the assistant, quizzing them about the nightlife in Queenstown, and getting the lowdown on the places that stayed open late. Sean returned to studying his hands, and stealing glances at Viggo, who had returned to his close scrutiny of his script.
3
“Want a hand with that?” Viggo said, watching Sean massacre the hook and bait combination Viggo had suggested.
“Er, yeah, guess so,” he mumbled. Viggo placed his own rod on the ground, and moved over, crouching down next to Sean, gently taking the rod in one hand and the hook in the other.
He gently instructed Sean on the art of preparation and baiting the hook, then passed it back to the Brit. Standing, he picked up his own rod, deftly finished his own preparation, and with a tilt of the head, indicating for Sean to join him, he walked down to the water’s edge. Sean stood and walked down with him. The quiet hiss of the gas light, standing on the ground away from the water’s edge was the only sound at this time of dusk.
The last rays of the sun were struggling to hold up the veil of night’s dark, as it inexorably crept its way across the sky, revealing a display of stars second to none. Viggo cast his line out into the surface of the still water. The hum of the reel stopped as the plop of the hook entering the water reached their ears. Sean mimicked Viggo’s actions, and was successful first time.
The silence became comfortable. Viggo appeared to be totally focused on the messages he was receiving through the line against his finger. Sean was totally focused on the man next to him.
Sean was both relishing in the silence, and bursting with a need to talk. He resisted the latter, and continued to enjoy the former, for a short while. Eventually he started reeling in the line. Viggo looked across, and didn’t comment.
“Sorry Vig, fishing just i’nt my thing, I guess,” he said. “But it’s a beautiful night. Might just sit here and enjoy that.” He finished retrieving the line and turned away from the water. Placing the rod back on the ground near the lantern, he turned back and stopped in his tracks.
The last of the day’s light, a gently glow on the lake’s surface provided a soft backlight for the man, still in costume, standing on the very edge of the water. The glow of the lantern gently highlighted the textures, and captured the essence of ‘Aragorn’.
Fuck.
Sean stood rooted to the spot. Slowly Viggo turned and looked at Sean. The lantern light played across his features, drawing Sean’s gaze to the steel blue eyes that were resting now on Sean’s face. Sean struggled with breath, his bloodstream demanding a replenished supply of oxygen, his lungs arguing that they weren’t up to it at the moment.
Dragging his eyes away, he lowered himself to the ground with a grunt. Feeling enormous gratitude that he had managed it without making a total fool of himself, he brought his knees up to a height where he could rest his arms on top, and grasped one wrist with the other hand. As his fingers dug into his flesh, he looked again up at the man on the edge of the lake. He had returned his attention to the line, and was gently caressing it with a finger tip.
“Looks like we might be dining on the food catering left for us,” he said. “Sorry the fishing wasn’t more successful.”
Sean grunted. Food was the furthest thing from his mind at this point in time. His whole universe was currently spinning, as he attempted to find some way of restraining himself from saying something totally and unbelievably stupid, like, “Vig, have you ever wanted to fuck a man?” or equally as idiotic, “Hey, Vig. Ever been down on a bloke?”
Somehow both those questions were not really suitable to be given breath in the same sphere as the brilliant atmosphere that currently reigned here on this secluded lakeside strip. Sean took in a deep breath, held it momentarily and then released it. Slowly his head lifted up, tracing through the sky from the opposite horizon up and through the final reminders of the light that had now ‘left the building’ and into the inky blackness that was a backdrop for the most amazing star show he had ever seen. Sitting there looking up he began to get a sore neck, so finally giving in he released his knees, and slowly laid back, folding his arms so his head rested in his cupped hands.
He lay there for a while trying to find some stars he recognised from home, but failed. He reminded himself he was in a totally different hemisphere, so what did he expect. He then congratulated himself for finally being able to think of something other than the male body standing at the water’s edge. Until said male body spoke.
“Sean, do you want something to eat?”
Awakening with a start, Sean sat up suddenly. Slightly disoriented he wondered why it was so dark, until he realised it was just the sky that was dark. Sitting up he saw the source of the crackling noises, a small fire. Rubbing his hands through his hair he shrugged a little, realising it was a little chillier now.
“Did I go to sleep?” he said, looking at the ‘ranger’ placing some more wood on the small yet effective blaze.
“Yeah, you must’ve needed it,” came the reply. “And do you want something to eat? There is some pasta I have heated up, with some bread and cheese.” Sean looked down at the spread of food, small but plentiful.
“Yeah, that’d be tops, ta,” he replied, quickly rubbing the last of the sleep out of his face. Viggo held out a plate, which Sean took, and then passed him a fork. As Sean took the fork he felt the resistance, as Viggo held onto it momentarily. As soon as Sean looked up at Viggo, he released it, instead holding Sean’s eyes captive.
For a moment Sean felt like he was being laid open, that his soul was being examined, and just as suddenly it stopped, as Viggo looked down at the food and finished preparing his own meal.
They ate in companionable silence.
“Y’know, if someone had said to me a year ago that I would be sitting on the side of a lake, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of ‘Middle Earth’ eating heated pasta with a bloody ranger who is meant to be king, I’d’ve said they were bloody daft.”
Viggo laughed. “Yeah, well I remember a certain week, last year, when if you had said to me on the Monday that by the Friday I would be across the other side of the world, committed to a 15 month shoot, and practicing swordsman skills, to film the next day, I’d have laughed in their face.”
“Funny how things change,” said Sean. He looked up at Viggo, smiling.
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” came the reply.
Sean dropped his eyes to his plate again, feeling again like he was under examination. Finishing his food he stood, walked to the edge of the lake and cleaned off his plate and utensils. Returning to the fire he looked around and located the tub they were to go in. Placing them in the tub he saw the 6-pack of beer, and took one from the pack. “Want one?” he asked.
“Sure.”
Pulling another from the packaging he took it over to Viggo. As he held it out for the other man to take, his breath caught again in his throat, as those eyes seemed to anchor him to the spot. Viggo’s hand reached up, coming to rest over Sean’s as he slowly took the bottle from Sean’s hand. The electrical charges that ran up Sean’s arm were enough to light the whole of Queenstown, well, at least that was what it felt like to Sean.
His legs folded, and he sat on the ground, this time in same vicinity as Viggo.
“You wanna talk about it?” asked Viggo.
“Talk about what?” said Sean, as he mentally kicked himself for the stupidity of the response.
“Whatever it is that is bothering you,” replied Viggo.
“Nothin’ botherin’ me mate,” he said.
“Then why are you sitting there with an unopened beer in your hand?” asked Viggo, with a smile in his voice.
“Savouring the moment,” retorted Sean.
“Right.”
Sean opened his beer and took a long swig, enjoying the feeling of the brew travelling down his throat. He was acutely aware that a pair of eyes were closely watching him. Finishing his long pull on the bottle he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, and returned to his study of the sky.
The two men sat there in companionable silence, drinking in their beer, along with the beauty of the New Zealand star show, away from the lights of a city. Finishing his beer, Sean stood and took the empty back to the tub, taking another and asking Viggo if he would also like a second.
“Sure,” came the response. Sean took the second beer and walked over to Viggo, holding it out for the man to take. This time, instead of taking the bottle and the fingers that held it, Viggo’s hand wrapped around Sean’s wrist, pulling him down to sit next to Viggo.
“That’s better,” he said. “Don’t have to shout now,” came the soft voice.
Sean sat silently, struggling with the desire to reach over and pull Viggo’s face to his, and taste the lips that were now on the bottle of beer, gently providing a seal around the neck, so as to allow the contents of the bottle to course down his throat without fear of escape. The face finished with the bottle, and turned to look at Sean. Eyes locked. Hands moved, and Sean realised that their motions mirrored one another.
Hands reached out, taking a hold of the other’s neck, drawing together, lips touching, brushing together. Breath mingled, and tongues ventured. Hesitantly, Sean wondered if he would regret this in the morning, then abandoned all thought of continuing that debate as Viggo’s lips parted, and their bodies moved back in unison, achieving horizontal status without interference.
Pulling away suddenly he looked into the eyes that were inches from his own. Sitting up, he shook his head, looking up at the stars, out across the water, and then back at the man that was still lying on the ground, now propped up on one elbow.
“What the fuck was that about?” he asked angrily.
“I have to explain about kissing?” came the reply.
“About kissing me y’ do, for fuck’s sake,” he spat out.
“I thought it was what you wanted,” shrugged Viggo. “You telling me it isn’t?”
“I want to know why you did it?” Sean said, ignoring Viggo’s question.
Sighing, Viggo slowly raised himself up from the ground to a seated position, again mirroring Sean’s body, bringing his knees up and resting his elbows on them. After a few heartbeats he turned and looked at Sean. Sean struggled to keep his eyes directed out across the lake, but failed miserably. He turned to look at the man sitting next to him.
“I did it because I thought you needed me to,” shrugged Viggo, looking out across the lake, then taking a swig from his beer.
“So it isn’t that you wanted to, it was because you think I needed it?” asked Sean, the strain obvious in his voice.
Pausing, Viggo looked at him again. Lowering his legs, and moving his body around to face Sean, he again leaned over, reaching up behind Sean’s head.
“You should know by now that I never do anything I don’t want to,” as he again took Sean’s mouth with his own. Tilting his head slightly to one side, Sean resisted giving in immediately, wanting to see just how much Viggo wanted this. He soon had his answer, as Viggo’s tongue continued to work its way across his lips, gently asking for access, and patiently awaiting it. Finally, with a shudder, Sean acquiesced, his hands coming up to cup Viggo’s face and hold it in place gently as he too sought access to the other man’s mouth.
As the stars slowly wheeled across the night sky above, emotions rolled across the sands below. The pace of the kiss increased, as both men found themselves again prone, this time Viggo on his back, with Sean leaning over him, his tongue still journeying its way around Viggo’s welcoming mouth.
Sean’s hands found their way beneath the sleeveless jacket Viggo was wearing, and started to undo the lacing on his shirt. Gaining access his hand moved across the flesh underneath, relishing in the warmth and solidity. His fingers combed through the light mat of hair that lay on Viggo’s chest, gently tugging on it, and lightly twisting it. He discovered one of Vig’s nipples, already half aroused, and took on the task of completing the job. Rubbing it between thumb and forefinger he swallowed the moans it elicited.
Breaking away from the mouth that he had now fully explored he moved down to the neck, feeling Viggo’s hands moving up his back and into his hair. The long artist’s fingers wound themselves through his hair, just as he was doing on Viggo’s chest. He uncovered the so-far ignored nipple, and this time used his tongue to work it into a state of hardness, alternating between licking, sucking and gently blowing his heated breath across it, before letting the cooler night air come into contact.
His hands journeyed their way down across the planes of Viggo’s belly, touching and feeling every inch, and reaching around the waist, so as to also feel across the strong back. Working his way underneath the band at the top of the trousers Viggo was wearing, his hand returned to the fastenings at the front, and started to release the pressure that was now obviously holding Viggo’s arousal hard against his belly.
Finally completing the task, his head lifted for a look at the cock, as it rose from its confines. Sean’s eyes widened, as he reached his hand out to take it and started caressing it. He moved his body, shifting so his head was now within reach of it. His fingers wrapped around it, his thumb moving across the head, smoothing the liquid that was appearing across the area, and down to the shaft. Shudders ran through the body below him, reverberating through him. Slowly he lowered his face and closed his eyes as he took the now glistening tip into his mouth.
The moan that issued from Viggo ran through Sean’s body, and pooled in his own growing erection. He slowly slid the shaft of Viggo’s cock into his mouth, his lips applying pressure down, as he gently sucked on it. Slowly raising his head, his tongue moved around attempting to cover the entire surface, especially the head. His fingers, which were still wrapped around the lower part of the shaft, moved up, smoothing the saliva he left behind, and travelling more easily. As his fingers moved back down again, his mouth again lowered, his lips firm, providing more pressure on the head as it entered.
Again Viggo moaned, this time raising his upper body onto his elbows, so as to watch the activity occurring in his groin. What he saw caused a rush of heat, starting all over his body, but with one destination, the location of the beautiful blonde head, his groin.
He finished raising his body, now sitting upright, cradling Sean’s head in his lap, throwing his head back, and releasing a guttural growl as Sean’s mouth again moved down his shaft, this time taking him in so far he felt his cock brush against the back of Sean’s throat. Even the slight automatic gag reaction did nothing to lessen the sensation, as Sean managed to relax his throat to take even more in.
Viggo ran one hand down Sean’s back, whilst the other remained caressing Sean’s hair and face. Leaning slightly across Sean’s body, he reached his hand down inside the waistband of Sean’s jeans. Tugging gently he released Sean’s shirt from its confines, giving him access to Sean’s skin. His fingers moved across Sean’s back, moving down under the waistband as far as he could reach, then journeying around the front, across his abdomen, and up his chest. This was all serving to give Viggo a distraction, so he could truly savour what he had been waiting for for longer than he cared to think about - Sean’s mouth around his cock.
Finally he couldn’t hold back, the combined actions of the fingers, mouth and tongue bringing him undone, as he held his breath, waited for the wave to hit him, then released both his breath and his seed at the same moment. His legs felt boneless, as his orgasm rolled up from way down deep, sweeping through him like waves of electric shocks and heat. He collapsed back onto the ground, enjoying the sensations, whilst he felt Sean slowly release him, and sit up. Lying there he went to open his eyes, but instead found his mouth being plundered by Sean’s tongue, as the man’s hands carefully pulled his trousers back across.
“Thank you,” he said, as Sean finally eased away.
Grinning, Sean looked down into the face of the man below him. “Well, I would say ‘Any time’ but somehow I suspect that might end up getting me into trouble,” he said with a wink.
“Now what would make you say that?” Viggo said, with a mock look of indignation.
“Oh, just your reactions today,” said Sean drawing one leg up to rest his elbow on as he continued to lean on the other elbow, looking down at Viggo. Viggo’s hand was gently moving up and down Sean’s chest, tracing the patterns of the flannel shirt Sean was wearing.
“Reactions? To what?”
“You knew damn well I had a hard on during that scene today, and that was why I left, didn’t you?” Sean asked.
“Well, yes, it was kinda ‘hard’ to miss, given our positions at the time,” Viggo replied calmly. “Did it bother you that much, that you had to leave?”
“Well obviously,” replied Sean, rolling his eyes. “I have never had that happen with a bloke before, and I didn’t have a clue what you would be thinkin’, so I just wanted to get out of there, apart from the fact that it was a totally emotional scene. I know, not real professional an’ all that crap, but that’s what happened.”
“Well you must be a better actor than you think, as no-one realised why you left, other than you said you weren’t feeling well as you left,” shrugged Viggo. “And it certainly hadn’t bothered me,” he added mischievously.
“In fact, I am now wanting to see what you had for me earlier,” he said, as his hands moved lower now, and he reached across to undo Sean’s fly. With one hand he reached between Sean’s legs, massaging the swelling that was resting behind the denim whilst the other set to work undoing the fastening.
Sean moved his legs further apart, and slowly lowered his torso down, resting his head on his lower arm, still watching the man next to him. Slowly, unable to keep it in, he moaned as the warm hand reached inside his now opened jeans and long fingers wrapped themselves around him.
4
Viggo watched as he brought Sean undone, smiling to himself, and enjoying the vision presented. He had been wondering what it would take to get this man to let go, to allow himself to go where he so obviously wanted to but was afraid to.
The scene today had confirmed for Viggo everything he had suspected, and gave him the opportunity to do something about it.
Sean slumped back on the ground, his groans softly plying the air, his arms flung above his head, as his body shuddered, totally trusting, unbelievably uninhibited – for the first time in forever.
As Viggo gently reached over and kissed Sean’s mouth, savouring the man’s lips and tongue, fingers gently cupping the slowly diminishing passion, he recalled the day’s scene.
The death scene.
He wanted to make sure that the essence of the relationship between these two men was understood.
That one man, who knew his world, knew his own strengths and weaknesses and still went forth to seek answers to unexplained dreams, still battled his internal demons, who crumbled at the final fence, was seen to be the resurrected warrior on the home stretch, the final frontier, the unwinable battle.
And the other man, the weaker of the two, who had spent his life denying his destiny, would draw strength from that imperilled soul. That the man who has spent his whole life doubting himself would accept the gift of belief, and cherish it, and ensure it would return to its homeland, and that the white tower would welcome the spirit that had finally been recognised.
He had felt very strongly about that scene, and wanted it to be a turning point, both in his own character’s arc, and the final resting of the soul of the dead.
Until the dead had risen.
As he had worked through the scene, searching the nuances, and greedily sucking in the emotions, he had enveloped the two of them into his own search for absolution from his dying comrade, and he had found it.
And now it was time to repay the kindness.
Viggo reached over and caressed Sean’s face. His fingers felt the rasp of the day’s growth of beard. He traced down the line of the strong jaw. Again, for a moment, he was transported to the place, on the small hill under the trees, where he learnt what his his character needed to do. And he thanked the man under his fingers.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“For making today mean something.”
“Wot d’ya mean?” came Sean’s reply, his eyes opening and head turning to look at Viggo’s face.
“You helped me today, helped me to understand something more about Aragorn’s journey.”
“Yeah? How did my hard on help you understand about Aragorn’s journey? Tolkien and his fanatics would fucking roll in their graves, or beds or whatever to hear you equate a hard on with a revealing moment for the man who would be the fucking king,” he said quietly.
“Don’t worry about the fans or Tolkien, I won’t tell them how I reached the epiphany, but I just wanted you to know, today, and its events, were a turning point for the character, and me.”
Sean continued to observe Viggo’s face for a few moments, the features outlined in shadow cast from his body, blocking most of the light from the lantern. He reached out his fingers, drawing them across Viggo’s chest, and up the neck.
“Glad to be of service,” he said.
Viggo smiled, and looked up to the stars above. At that moment a bright, rapidly moving light appeared, shooting across the firmament. It quickly faded, but the memory of its passage was firmly etched in the minds of both men. Turning back down, Viggo gently leant over and sought the warmth of Sean’s mouth. Sean happily conceded, and their tongues wended their way around each other, whilst fingers meshed, and bodies aligned, both physically and cosmically.
5
“So how did it go, braving the perils of the New Zealand wilds?” asked Orlando, as he arrived in the van and again took up his designated place in the chair.
“Ah, that’s for us grown men to know, and you wussy elves to figure out for yourself,” said ‘Aragorn’ as he stood, ready to head out to collect his weapons. “If you want to know, then you should try it sometime, if you think you could handle it that is,” he continued.
“What? Give up a nice soft bed, clean sheets, and hot shower to lie on the hard ground, freeze to death and look like shit the next day? You can have it man.”
Sean laughed, watching the exchange between the two. “Well thanks for the summation, Orlando, and sorry you see it that way.” He grinned as the young man turned to look at him. “Jus’ think, balmy evening, beautiful clear sky awash with stars too numerous to count, a gently breeze rippling the surface of the lake at your feet, comforting crackle of a small fire, sending flickers of light dancing across two bodies, and no-one to intrude.” On the last point he turned and looked Orlando straight in the eye, and raised his eyebrows.
“Fuckin’ hell, what did you two get up to last night?” he asked, eyes wide open and mouth gaping.
“Ah, like the man said, it’s for us ‘Men’ to know, and you wussy elves to miss out on,” finished Sean, a huge grin and wink crossing his face. He turned away from the stunned look on Orlando’s face, and returned to reading the script in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Orlando continuing with impersonations of a stunned mullet, complete with the gaping mouth. Suppressing the grins was difficult, but worth it!
Finally he was given the all clear, and stood to go and again don the cursed body plate. As he walked across to the costume area, he heard a low whistle. Turning, he caught the movement of Viggo beckoning him over behind a props crew van, as he himself moved out of sight behind it. Quickly glancing around he moved to follow, and caught up with the other man in the secluded area behind the van.
As he rounded the corner an arm snaked out, grabbing him and pulling him close.
“So what did you tell elfboy?” Viggo asked, as he pulled Sean’s face close, preventing any possibility of an answer by sealing Sean’s mouth with his own lips. His hands moved quickly up Sean’s body, brushing his crotch, traversing his chest and finally coming to rest, either side of Sean’s face. Leaning his body against him, Viggo pinned Sean to the wall of the van, exploring Sean’s mouth and tangling his tongue around Sean’s.
Finally breaking free, the two took a gulp of air. Sean released the death grip he had taken up on the wall of the van and brought his arms up to rest on Viggo’s shoulder, grasping one wrist with his hand behind Vig’s head. “Oh I just told him that if he wanted to know what us ‘Men’ get up to in the woods, he needs to give up his life of luxury and find out for himself.”
Viggo grinned widely, saying “And did he take you up on the offer?”
“Put it this way, I suspect he will be spending most of his day wondering what went on last night, and how he can possibly find out.”
Viggo leant in and again kissed the mouth in front of him. He slowly pulled away, to the length of Sean’s arms that were still surrounding his neck. “We had best get up to the set, as they really want to get the ‘death scene’ done today, in case anything goes haywire. With you heading out of town next week I don’t think Pete wants to risk anything going wrong and having to come back here again for it.”
“Yeah, guess so, though I don’t think there will be quite the same ‘difficulties’ as yesterday,” he grinned.
“Difficulties?” said Viggo, with a look of inquiring innocence firmly planted on his face? “I don’t recall any ‘difficulties’ yesterday.”
Sean pulled Viggo’s head back towards his, ceasing the possibility of Viggo continuing on his silly path of ‘recall’ by sealing his lips with his own. The two men moaned into each other, their bodies recalling the pleasures of the evening before. Finally pulling away reluctantly, Viggo smiled at Sean and suggested they had best cool it, otherwise he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions, and didn’t want to have to explain to Barrie how the two of them had managed to get lost between the makeup van and the weapons unit. Grinning his agreement, Sean adjusted his trousers, rearranging the painfully obvious arousal that was now resting there. Viggo turned and the two walked out towards the weapons unit.
Just at that moment Orlando stepped out of the makeup van, wanting to wait there whilst they went to get more ears. He saw the two men appear, and again his brow furrowed as a myriad of questions ran through his mind. He watched the two of them walk off to the weapons unit, grinning from ear to ear as they obviously shared a joke.
As they turned away from the van where Orlando stood, Sean looked at Vig and winked. “I think we now have elfboy’s full attention, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, I think that is a certainty,” grinned Viggo in return.
“That gives me an idea for some very interesting ‘fun’, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah, sure does.”
The two walked off, plotting.
TBC
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Edit to add: Link to chapter 6
Title: Mates
Author: ozcmom
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: Some chapters G, some more NC-17
Feedback: Yeah, why not? Would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, only in my dreams (dammit)
Notes: The 'dead' have risen? Naah, umm, emotional scene makes for emotional times? Naaah. Oh just read it!
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1
Sean walked back toward the makeup van, kicking the ground in frustration as he went.
“And I’m supposed to be professional. More like a professional fucking idiot,” he muttered angrily to himself. A wave of embarrassment swept over him again as he recalled the scene, amongst the trees, flat on his back, and supposedly one of the most emotional of the whole movie. His death scene.
Running through his mind was the look of amusement and curiosity on his co-star’s face. He and Viggo had been rehearsing the scene, going through the dialogue, making changes with Fran and Peter. Well, Viggo had been at least. He was more on edge about his character, and what he would be saying at this time. He had really taken on board the spirit of Aragorn, and it was fascinating to watch him become the character each day.
Reaching the door of their shared van he flung it open, venting some of his anger in this physical action. The door suffered just as the stones in his path on the way to the van had.
“Steady, that door might prove useful in the future if we get bad weather,” came the voice from inside. Half way up the stairs Sean froze. He didn’t even see Viggo go past him, yet there he was in the van, when he had left him on the set only a short while ago. Must have been when he stopped to get the body plate removed. Damn! He had wanted to get out of here before having to see him again today.
“And what did the door do to you to deserve that anyway?”
“Nothing, it didn’t need to,” he muttered, finishing his journey into the van, leaving the door where it was, gaping wide open against the wall of the van. The last thing he needed at the moment was to be somewhere out of sight of the rest of the world with this man.
“That’s worth knowing, that you attack inanimate objects for no apparent reason,” Viggo said, his face unreadable.
“Yeah, well, shit happens,” said Sean, scowling and lowering himself into his chair. The silence inside the van grew, enveloping the two occupants, and growing towards a point that was becoming very uncomfortable for Sean. Viggo just sat there, looking at a copy of the script he held in his hands.
Finally Sean couldn’t stand the silence any more. “Look, about what happened back there,” he said quickly, looking down at his hands, not trusting himself to look up at the man next to him.
“What would that be?” asked Viggo quietly.
Sean’s eyes leapt up, seeking information. He searched Viggo’s face. Was Viggo teasing him? Or was he saying it was OK, that he wasn’t worried by it? He thought he saw the latter in the blue eyes currently resting on his face. For confirmation he asked, “What do you mean, ‘What would that be?’ You know what I am talking about.”
Viggo raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and lowered his eyes to his script again. “I didn’t notice anything to be worried about,” he said, again quietly.
The silence in the van was broken by the arrival of their assistants, who had been caught a little unready, as the actors were not meant to be back yet. They hurried in, apologising, and started removing the wigs, and makeup. Sean used their activity to surreptitiously observe the man seated next to him. Viggo was still concentrating on his script, his fingers absent-mindedly moving back and forth across his lips, causing Sean a repeat performance of the problem that arose earlier. Well, in Sean’s mind it had been a problem, but apparently in Viggo’s it hadn’t. So what did that mean?
Pondering the possibilities, Sean recalled again exactly what had happened. They were going through ‘full rehearsal’ of the death scene. Sean was flat on his back with that bloody uncomfortable body plate on, which held the arrows in place. He had been fidgeting to get comfortable in it. Viggo had been about to position himself in place when he saw Sean’s discomfort.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Bloody body plate’s fastenings are digging int’ m’ back,” he had said.
“Let me have a look at the ground,” offered Viggo, placing his hand on Sean’s shoulder to help lift him up. Sean had raised the upper part of his body, which was unable to bend, with Viggo’s help. Viggo had moved around, avoiding the arrows protruding obscenely from Sean’s chest. A few moments of scrabbling in the dirt and Viggo sat up, face showing a small look of triumph.
“There you go, this couldn’t have been very comfortable,” said Viggo, showing Sean a decent sized rock that had been mostly buried in the ground, and had gone undetected when they had checked the site over earlier. Viggo had lowered Sean gently back down, and tossed the rock aside. Looking down into Sean’s eyes he had grinned. “All better now?” he asked with a slightly mischievous grin, and an eyebrow raised. “Or should I call you ‘Princess’ from now on, and check your bed each night for ‘peas’?”
Sean had scowled, but then grinned, and thanked his ‘king’. “And if I ever find I’m having trouble with m’ bed I will be sure to let you know immediately,” he said, winking at the same time.
“Please do,” had been the reply.
“You two finished fidgeting? Are we ready to start?” had interrupted their exchange.
For the next 30 minutes they worked through the lines, the exchange that was recognised as being possibly one of the most emotion-charged of the whole first movie. Lying there, with Viggo’s body above his, his face a few inches away, his hands resting on his chest, and his breath brushing his lips, Sean had found it impossible to hold back. His body had betrayed him. The closeness of this man, and the caring and love that had emanated from him had caused Sean to become aroused in such a way that was impossible for Viggo not to notice.
Sean had fought it, had tried to concentrate on the scene, but the highly charged interaction had brought him undone. He watched as his co-star became aware, and rather than waiting for his reaction, which he knew would have to be demoralising, he had shoved Viggo away, scrambled up from the ground, and fled the scene. As he had passed the producer he flung an excuse, claiming illness, over his shoulder, and stumbled down the hill, tearing at his costume to remove the damned breastplate holding the arrows. Costuming was going to kill him.
He had totally fucked up, and didn’t have a clue as to what to do about it.
2
For a while he had been aware of the feelings this bohemian American character actor had aroused in him, and for that whole while he had wondered what to do about it. He felt so frustrated, when he was honest to himself. Sure, blokes had been blokes, and they had mucked around in the change rooms, held competitions as to who could ejaculate highest up the wall, and on the odd occasion experimented with whether you could do so further if someone else provided the stimulation and aim.
But as for dealing with blokes on an emotional level? Forget it. After all, veteran of 2 marriages, with another on the way out, he was only used to dealing with women, and wasn’t too sure how you went about approaching a bloke. Especially one you were working closely with, and needed to continue to do so. So he had just kept it under wraps.
That was, until that day, and that scene.
“You guys coming to the pub for dinner tonight?” asked Orlando as he flung himself down into the chair on the other side of Sean. Assistants homed in on the elf, starting the transformation process.
“Not me, I am thinking I might stay out here tonight,” said Viggo. “There is a spot a few miles down the road that is supposed to be a great fishing spot, and Barrie said it is fine to stay out here, as long as I don’t go and drown myself.”
“Shit, really?” said Orlando. “So you are staying here in the van, or what?”
“No, will probably camp down at the fishing spot, depending on what it is like,” shrugged Viggo. His eyes returned to the script in his hands. Sean sat in silence, almost feeling a sense of relief that he didn’t have to worry about talking with Viggo that night in the pub. Despite Viggo telegraphing the message that he was fine with what happened, Sean still wasn’t.
“Feel like joining me, Sean? With you heading back to the UK next weekend, it might be the last chance you get before having to deal with all the stuff you are about to go through.”
Sean looked up at Viggo, stunned at the offer and the revelation of thought processes that had gone on behind it. Yeah, Sean was heading back to the UK to finalise his third divorce, and he wasn’t really looking forward to it.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” he said. “Sure you don’t mind? Thought y’ liked your solitude, and time to commune with nature,” he prompted.
“Time with mates, especially those going through what you are facing, is also important,” Viggo replied.
Sean wondered again at the possible double meaning lying behind Viggo’s words. “Well, yeah, OK, if you would like some company.”
Orlando had started chatting to the assistant, quizzing them about the nightlife in Queenstown, and getting the lowdown on the places that stayed open late. Sean returned to studying his hands, and stealing glances at Viggo, who had returned to his close scrutiny of his script.
3
“Want a hand with that?” Viggo said, watching Sean massacre the hook and bait combination Viggo had suggested.
“Er, yeah, guess so,” he mumbled. Viggo placed his own rod on the ground, and moved over, crouching down next to Sean, gently taking the rod in one hand and the hook in the other.
He gently instructed Sean on the art of preparation and baiting the hook, then passed it back to the Brit. Standing, he picked up his own rod, deftly finished his own preparation, and with a tilt of the head, indicating for Sean to join him, he walked down to the water’s edge. Sean stood and walked down with him. The quiet hiss of the gas light, standing on the ground away from the water’s edge was the only sound at this time of dusk.
The last rays of the sun were struggling to hold up the veil of night’s dark, as it inexorably crept its way across the sky, revealing a display of stars second to none. Viggo cast his line out into the surface of the still water. The hum of the reel stopped as the plop of the hook entering the water reached their ears. Sean mimicked Viggo’s actions, and was successful first time.
The silence became comfortable. Viggo appeared to be totally focused on the messages he was receiving through the line against his finger. Sean was totally focused on the man next to him.
Sean was both relishing in the silence, and bursting with a need to talk. He resisted the latter, and continued to enjoy the former, for a short while. Eventually he started reeling in the line. Viggo looked across, and didn’t comment.
“Sorry Vig, fishing just i’nt my thing, I guess,” he said. “But it’s a beautiful night. Might just sit here and enjoy that.” He finished retrieving the line and turned away from the water. Placing the rod back on the ground near the lantern, he turned back and stopped in his tracks.
The last of the day’s light, a gently glow on the lake’s surface provided a soft backlight for the man, still in costume, standing on the very edge of the water. The glow of the lantern gently highlighted the textures, and captured the essence of ‘Aragorn’.
Fuck.
Sean stood rooted to the spot. Slowly Viggo turned and looked at Sean. The lantern light played across his features, drawing Sean’s gaze to the steel blue eyes that were resting now on Sean’s face. Sean struggled with breath, his bloodstream demanding a replenished supply of oxygen, his lungs arguing that they weren’t up to it at the moment.
Dragging his eyes away, he lowered himself to the ground with a grunt. Feeling enormous gratitude that he had managed it without making a total fool of himself, he brought his knees up to a height where he could rest his arms on top, and grasped one wrist with the other hand. As his fingers dug into his flesh, he looked again up at the man on the edge of the lake. He had returned his attention to the line, and was gently caressing it with a finger tip.
“Looks like we might be dining on the food catering left for us,” he said. “Sorry the fishing wasn’t more successful.”
Sean grunted. Food was the furthest thing from his mind at this point in time. His whole universe was currently spinning, as he attempted to find some way of restraining himself from saying something totally and unbelievably stupid, like, “Vig, have you ever wanted to fuck a man?” or equally as idiotic, “Hey, Vig. Ever been down on a bloke?”
Somehow both those questions were not really suitable to be given breath in the same sphere as the brilliant atmosphere that currently reigned here on this secluded lakeside strip. Sean took in a deep breath, held it momentarily and then released it. Slowly his head lifted up, tracing through the sky from the opposite horizon up and through the final reminders of the light that had now ‘left the building’ and into the inky blackness that was a backdrop for the most amazing star show he had ever seen. Sitting there looking up he began to get a sore neck, so finally giving in he released his knees, and slowly laid back, folding his arms so his head rested in his cupped hands.
He lay there for a while trying to find some stars he recognised from home, but failed. He reminded himself he was in a totally different hemisphere, so what did he expect. He then congratulated himself for finally being able to think of something other than the male body standing at the water’s edge. Until said male body spoke.
“Sean, do you want something to eat?”
Awakening with a start, Sean sat up suddenly. Slightly disoriented he wondered why it was so dark, until he realised it was just the sky that was dark. Sitting up he saw the source of the crackling noises, a small fire. Rubbing his hands through his hair he shrugged a little, realising it was a little chillier now.
“Did I go to sleep?” he said, looking at the ‘ranger’ placing some more wood on the small yet effective blaze.
“Yeah, you must’ve needed it,” came the reply. “And do you want something to eat? There is some pasta I have heated up, with some bread and cheese.” Sean looked down at the spread of food, small but plentiful.
“Yeah, that’d be tops, ta,” he replied, quickly rubbing the last of the sleep out of his face. Viggo held out a plate, which Sean took, and then passed him a fork. As Sean took the fork he felt the resistance, as Viggo held onto it momentarily. As soon as Sean looked up at Viggo, he released it, instead holding Sean’s eyes captive.
For a moment Sean felt like he was being laid open, that his soul was being examined, and just as suddenly it stopped, as Viggo looked down at the food and finished preparing his own meal.
They ate in companionable silence.
“Y’know, if someone had said to me a year ago that I would be sitting on the side of a lake, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of ‘Middle Earth’ eating heated pasta with a bloody ranger who is meant to be king, I’d’ve said they were bloody daft.”
Viggo laughed. “Yeah, well I remember a certain week, last year, when if you had said to me on the Monday that by the Friday I would be across the other side of the world, committed to a 15 month shoot, and practicing swordsman skills, to film the next day, I’d have laughed in their face.”
“Funny how things change,” said Sean. He looked up at Viggo, smiling.
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” came the reply.
Sean dropped his eyes to his plate again, feeling again like he was under examination. Finishing his food he stood, walked to the edge of the lake and cleaned off his plate and utensils. Returning to the fire he looked around and located the tub they were to go in. Placing them in the tub he saw the 6-pack of beer, and took one from the pack. “Want one?” he asked.
“Sure.”
Pulling another from the packaging he took it over to Viggo. As he held it out for the other man to take, his breath caught again in his throat, as those eyes seemed to anchor him to the spot. Viggo’s hand reached up, coming to rest over Sean’s as he slowly took the bottle from Sean’s hand. The electrical charges that ran up Sean’s arm were enough to light the whole of Queenstown, well, at least that was what it felt like to Sean.
His legs folded, and he sat on the ground, this time in same vicinity as Viggo.
“You wanna talk about it?” asked Viggo.
“Talk about what?” said Sean, as he mentally kicked himself for the stupidity of the response.
“Whatever it is that is bothering you,” replied Viggo.
“Nothin’ botherin’ me mate,” he said.
“Then why are you sitting there with an unopened beer in your hand?” asked Viggo, with a smile in his voice.
“Savouring the moment,” retorted Sean.
“Right.”
Sean opened his beer and took a long swig, enjoying the feeling of the brew travelling down his throat. He was acutely aware that a pair of eyes were closely watching him. Finishing his long pull on the bottle he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, and returned to his study of the sky.
The two men sat there in companionable silence, drinking in their beer, along with the beauty of the New Zealand star show, away from the lights of a city. Finishing his beer, Sean stood and took the empty back to the tub, taking another and asking Viggo if he would also like a second.
“Sure,” came the response. Sean took the second beer and walked over to Viggo, holding it out for the man to take. This time, instead of taking the bottle and the fingers that held it, Viggo’s hand wrapped around Sean’s wrist, pulling him down to sit next to Viggo.
“That’s better,” he said. “Don’t have to shout now,” came the soft voice.
Sean sat silently, struggling with the desire to reach over and pull Viggo’s face to his, and taste the lips that were now on the bottle of beer, gently providing a seal around the neck, so as to allow the contents of the bottle to course down his throat without fear of escape. The face finished with the bottle, and turned to look at Sean. Eyes locked. Hands moved, and Sean realised that their motions mirrored one another.
Hands reached out, taking a hold of the other’s neck, drawing together, lips touching, brushing together. Breath mingled, and tongues ventured. Hesitantly, Sean wondered if he would regret this in the morning, then abandoned all thought of continuing that debate as Viggo’s lips parted, and their bodies moved back in unison, achieving horizontal status without interference.
Pulling away suddenly he looked into the eyes that were inches from his own. Sitting up, he shook his head, looking up at the stars, out across the water, and then back at the man that was still lying on the ground, now propped up on one elbow.
“What the fuck was that about?” he asked angrily.
“I have to explain about kissing?” came the reply.
“About kissing me y’ do, for fuck’s sake,” he spat out.
“I thought it was what you wanted,” shrugged Viggo. “You telling me it isn’t?”
“I want to know why you did it?” Sean said, ignoring Viggo’s question.
Sighing, Viggo slowly raised himself up from the ground to a seated position, again mirroring Sean’s body, bringing his knees up and resting his elbows on them. After a few heartbeats he turned and looked at Sean. Sean struggled to keep his eyes directed out across the lake, but failed miserably. He turned to look at the man sitting next to him.
“I did it because I thought you needed me to,” shrugged Viggo, looking out across the lake, then taking a swig from his beer.
“So it isn’t that you wanted to, it was because you think I needed it?” asked Sean, the strain obvious in his voice.
Pausing, Viggo looked at him again. Lowering his legs, and moving his body around to face Sean, he again leaned over, reaching up behind Sean’s head.
“You should know by now that I never do anything I don’t want to,” as he again took Sean’s mouth with his own. Tilting his head slightly to one side, Sean resisted giving in immediately, wanting to see just how much Viggo wanted this. He soon had his answer, as Viggo’s tongue continued to work its way across his lips, gently asking for access, and patiently awaiting it. Finally, with a shudder, Sean acquiesced, his hands coming up to cup Viggo’s face and hold it in place gently as he too sought access to the other man’s mouth.
As the stars slowly wheeled across the night sky above, emotions rolled across the sands below. The pace of the kiss increased, as both men found themselves again prone, this time Viggo on his back, with Sean leaning over him, his tongue still journeying its way around Viggo’s welcoming mouth.
Sean’s hands found their way beneath the sleeveless jacket Viggo was wearing, and started to undo the lacing on his shirt. Gaining access his hand moved across the flesh underneath, relishing in the warmth and solidity. His fingers combed through the light mat of hair that lay on Viggo’s chest, gently tugging on it, and lightly twisting it. He discovered one of Vig’s nipples, already half aroused, and took on the task of completing the job. Rubbing it between thumb and forefinger he swallowed the moans it elicited.
Breaking away from the mouth that he had now fully explored he moved down to the neck, feeling Viggo’s hands moving up his back and into his hair. The long artist’s fingers wound themselves through his hair, just as he was doing on Viggo’s chest. He uncovered the so-far ignored nipple, and this time used his tongue to work it into a state of hardness, alternating between licking, sucking and gently blowing his heated breath across it, before letting the cooler night air come into contact.
His hands journeyed their way down across the planes of Viggo’s belly, touching and feeling every inch, and reaching around the waist, so as to also feel across the strong back. Working his way underneath the band at the top of the trousers Viggo was wearing, his hand returned to the fastenings at the front, and started to release the pressure that was now obviously holding Viggo’s arousal hard against his belly.
Finally completing the task, his head lifted for a look at the cock, as it rose from its confines. Sean’s eyes widened, as he reached his hand out to take it and started caressing it. He moved his body, shifting so his head was now within reach of it. His fingers wrapped around it, his thumb moving across the head, smoothing the liquid that was appearing across the area, and down to the shaft. Shudders ran through the body below him, reverberating through him. Slowly he lowered his face and closed his eyes as he took the now glistening tip into his mouth.
The moan that issued from Viggo ran through Sean’s body, and pooled in his own growing erection. He slowly slid the shaft of Viggo’s cock into his mouth, his lips applying pressure down, as he gently sucked on it. Slowly raising his head, his tongue moved around attempting to cover the entire surface, especially the head. His fingers, which were still wrapped around the lower part of the shaft, moved up, smoothing the saliva he left behind, and travelling more easily. As his fingers moved back down again, his mouth again lowered, his lips firm, providing more pressure on the head as it entered.
Again Viggo moaned, this time raising his upper body onto his elbows, so as to watch the activity occurring in his groin. What he saw caused a rush of heat, starting all over his body, but with one destination, the location of the beautiful blonde head, his groin.
He finished raising his body, now sitting upright, cradling Sean’s head in his lap, throwing his head back, and releasing a guttural growl as Sean’s mouth again moved down his shaft, this time taking him in so far he felt his cock brush against the back of Sean’s throat. Even the slight automatic gag reaction did nothing to lessen the sensation, as Sean managed to relax his throat to take even more in.
Viggo ran one hand down Sean’s back, whilst the other remained caressing Sean’s hair and face. Leaning slightly across Sean’s body, he reached his hand down inside the waistband of Sean’s jeans. Tugging gently he released Sean’s shirt from its confines, giving him access to Sean’s skin. His fingers moved across Sean’s back, moving down under the waistband as far as he could reach, then journeying around the front, across his abdomen, and up his chest. This was all serving to give Viggo a distraction, so he could truly savour what he had been waiting for for longer than he cared to think about - Sean’s mouth around his cock.
Finally he couldn’t hold back, the combined actions of the fingers, mouth and tongue bringing him undone, as he held his breath, waited for the wave to hit him, then released both his breath and his seed at the same moment. His legs felt boneless, as his orgasm rolled up from way down deep, sweeping through him like waves of electric shocks and heat. He collapsed back onto the ground, enjoying the sensations, whilst he felt Sean slowly release him, and sit up. Lying there he went to open his eyes, but instead found his mouth being plundered by Sean’s tongue, as the man’s hands carefully pulled his trousers back across.
“Thank you,” he said, as Sean finally eased away.
Grinning, Sean looked down into the face of the man below him. “Well, I would say ‘Any time’ but somehow I suspect that might end up getting me into trouble,” he said with a wink.
“Now what would make you say that?” Viggo said, with a mock look of indignation.
“Oh, just your reactions today,” said Sean drawing one leg up to rest his elbow on as he continued to lean on the other elbow, looking down at Viggo. Viggo’s hand was gently moving up and down Sean’s chest, tracing the patterns of the flannel shirt Sean was wearing.
“Reactions? To what?”
“You knew damn well I had a hard on during that scene today, and that was why I left, didn’t you?” Sean asked.
“Well, yes, it was kinda ‘hard’ to miss, given our positions at the time,” Viggo replied calmly. “Did it bother you that much, that you had to leave?”
“Well obviously,” replied Sean, rolling his eyes. “I have never had that happen with a bloke before, and I didn’t have a clue what you would be thinkin’, so I just wanted to get out of there, apart from the fact that it was a totally emotional scene. I know, not real professional an’ all that crap, but that’s what happened.”
“Well you must be a better actor than you think, as no-one realised why you left, other than you said you weren’t feeling well as you left,” shrugged Viggo. “And it certainly hadn’t bothered me,” he added mischievously.
“In fact, I am now wanting to see what you had for me earlier,” he said, as his hands moved lower now, and he reached across to undo Sean’s fly. With one hand he reached between Sean’s legs, massaging the swelling that was resting behind the denim whilst the other set to work undoing the fastening.
Sean moved his legs further apart, and slowly lowered his torso down, resting his head on his lower arm, still watching the man next to him. Slowly, unable to keep it in, he moaned as the warm hand reached inside his now opened jeans and long fingers wrapped themselves around him.
4
Viggo watched as he brought Sean undone, smiling to himself, and enjoying the vision presented. He had been wondering what it would take to get this man to let go, to allow himself to go where he so obviously wanted to but was afraid to.
The scene today had confirmed for Viggo everything he had suspected, and gave him the opportunity to do something about it.
Sean slumped back on the ground, his groans softly plying the air, his arms flung above his head, as his body shuddered, totally trusting, unbelievably uninhibited – for the first time in forever.
As Viggo gently reached over and kissed Sean’s mouth, savouring the man’s lips and tongue, fingers gently cupping the slowly diminishing passion, he recalled the day’s scene.
The death scene.
He wanted to make sure that the essence of the relationship between these two men was understood.
That one man, who knew his world, knew his own strengths and weaknesses and still went forth to seek answers to unexplained dreams, still battled his internal demons, who crumbled at the final fence, was seen to be the resurrected warrior on the home stretch, the final frontier, the unwinable battle.
And the other man, the weaker of the two, who had spent his life denying his destiny, would draw strength from that imperilled soul. That the man who has spent his whole life doubting himself would accept the gift of belief, and cherish it, and ensure it would return to its homeland, and that the white tower would welcome the spirit that had finally been recognised.
He had felt very strongly about that scene, and wanted it to be a turning point, both in his own character’s arc, and the final resting of the soul of the dead.
Until the dead had risen.
As he had worked through the scene, searching the nuances, and greedily sucking in the emotions, he had enveloped the two of them into his own search for absolution from his dying comrade, and he had found it.
And now it was time to repay the kindness.
Viggo reached over and caressed Sean’s face. His fingers felt the rasp of the day’s growth of beard. He traced down the line of the strong jaw. Again, for a moment, he was transported to the place, on the small hill under the trees, where he learnt what his his character needed to do. And he thanked the man under his fingers.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“For making today mean something.”
“Wot d’ya mean?” came Sean’s reply, his eyes opening and head turning to look at Viggo’s face.
“You helped me today, helped me to understand something more about Aragorn’s journey.”
“Yeah? How did my hard on help you understand about Aragorn’s journey? Tolkien and his fanatics would fucking roll in their graves, or beds or whatever to hear you equate a hard on with a revealing moment for the man who would be the fucking king,” he said quietly.
“Don’t worry about the fans or Tolkien, I won’t tell them how I reached the epiphany, but I just wanted you to know, today, and its events, were a turning point for the character, and me.”
Sean continued to observe Viggo’s face for a few moments, the features outlined in shadow cast from his body, blocking most of the light from the lantern. He reached out his fingers, drawing them across Viggo’s chest, and up the neck.
“Glad to be of service,” he said.
Viggo smiled, and looked up to the stars above. At that moment a bright, rapidly moving light appeared, shooting across the firmament. It quickly faded, but the memory of its passage was firmly etched in the minds of both men. Turning back down, Viggo gently leant over and sought the warmth of Sean’s mouth. Sean happily conceded, and their tongues wended their way around each other, whilst fingers meshed, and bodies aligned, both physically and cosmically.
5
“So how did it go, braving the perils of the New Zealand wilds?” asked Orlando, as he arrived in the van and again took up his designated place in the chair.
“Ah, that’s for us grown men to know, and you wussy elves to figure out for yourself,” said ‘Aragorn’ as he stood, ready to head out to collect his weapons. “If you want to know, then you should try it sometime, if you think you could handle it that is,” he continued.
“What? Give up a nice soft bed, clean sheets, and hot shower to lie on the hard ground, freeze to death and look like shit the next day? You can have it man.”
Sean laughed, watching the exchange between the two. “Well thanks for the summation, Orlando, and sorry you see it that way.” He grinned as the young man turned to look at him. “Jus’ think, balmy evening, beautiful clear sky awash with stars too numerous to count, a gently breeze rippling the surface of the lake at your feet, comforting crackle of a small fire, sending flickers of light dancing across two bodies, and no-one to intrude.” On the last point he turned and looked Orlando straight in the eye, and raised his eyebrows.
“Fuckin’ hell, what did you two get up to last night?” he asked, eyes wide open and mouth gaping.
“Ah, like the man said, it’s for us ‘Men’ to know, and you wussy elves to miss out on,” finished Sean, a huge grin and wink crossing his face. He turned away from the stunned look on Orlando’s face, and returned to reading the script in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Orlando continuing with impersonations of a stunned mullet, complete with the gaping mouth. Suppressing the grins was difficult, but worth it!
Finally he was given the all clear, and stood to go and again don the cursed body plate. As he walked across to the costume area, he heard a low whistle. Turning, he caught the movement of Viggo beckoning him over behind a props crew van, as he himself moved out of sight behind it. Quickly glancing around he moved to follow, and caught up with the other man in the secluded area behind the van.
As he rounded the corner an arm snaked out, grabbing him and pulling him close.
“So what did you tell elfboy?” Viggo asked, as he pulled Sean’s face close, preventing any possibility of an answer by sealing Sean’s mouth with his own lips. His hands moved quickly up Sean’s body, brushing his crotch, traversing his chest and finally coming to rest, either side of Sean’s face. Leaning his body against him, Viggo pinned Sean to the wall of the van, exploring Sean’s mouth and tangling his tongue around Sean’s.
Finally breaking free, the two took a gulp of air. Sean released the death grip he had taken up on the wall of the van and brought his arms up to rest on Viggo’s shoulder, grasping one wrist with his hand behind Vig’s head. “Oh I just told him that if he wanted to know what us ‘Men’ get up to in the woods, he needs to give up his life of luxury and find out for himself.”
Viggo grinned widely, saying “And did he take you up on the offer?”
“Put it this way, I suspect he will be spending most of his day wondering what went on last night, and how he can possibly find out.”
Viggo leant in and again kissed the mouth in front of him. He slowly pulled away, to the length of Sean’s arms that were still surrounding his neck. “We had best get up to the set, as they really want to get the ‘death scene’ done today, in case anything goes haywire. With you heading out of town next week I don’t think Pete wants to risk anything going wrong and having to come back here again for it.”
“Yeah, guess so, though I don’t think there will be quite the same ‘difficulties’ as yesterday,” he grinned.
“Difficulties?” said Viggo, with a look of inquiring innocence firmly planted on his face? “I don’t recall any ‘difficulties’ yesterday.”
Sean pulled Viggo’s head back towards his, ceasing the possibility of Viggo continuing on his silly path of ‘recall’ by sealing his lips with his own. The two men moaned into each other, their bodies recalling the pleasures of the evening before. Finally pulling away reluctantly, Viggo smiled at Sean and suggested they had best cool it, otherwise he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions, and didn’t want to have to explain to Barrie how the two of them had managed to get lost between the makeup van and the weapons unit. Grinning his agreement, Sean adjusted his trousers, rearranging the painfully obvious arousal that was now resting there. Viggo turned and the two walked out towards the weapons unit.
Just at that moment Orlando stepped out of the makeup van, wanting to wait there whilst they went to get more ears. He saw the two men appear, and again his brow furrowed as a myriad of questions ran through his mind. He watched the two of them walk off to the weapons unit, grinning from ear to ear as they obviously shared a joke.
As they turned away from the van where Orlando stood, Sean looked at Vig and winked. “I think we now have elfboy’s full attention, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, I think that is a certainty,” grinned Viggo in return.
“That gives me an idea for some very interesting ‘fun’, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah, sure does.”
The two walked off, plotting.
TBC
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Edit to add: Link to chapter 6
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Date: 2003-09-16 10:57 pm (UTC)The two walked off, plotting
*huge grin* They are so devious. I like that. LOL