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rugbytackleTITLE: The Orange Grove (21/32): Momentum
AUTHOR: Cinzia and Gloria
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It was unfair. Monstrously unfair.
Here was Sean, angry with him for not living like a monk. Angry about Petros, who'd just been arguing in the street with Viggo, telling him to make up his mind. Who'd run out into the street, bare-footed, just to have the last word.
"You planned this," Petros had said. "The two of you. A funny joke! This is why you wanted something different, huh? He's the only one you're allowed to --"
"Be quiet!" Viggo had said angrily, not quite a shout. Even if Sean hadn't heard the rest of the conversation -- and Viggo wasn't sure of that, because Sean was angry enough not to be making any sense -- then he must have heard Viggo telling Petros to be calm, to stop shouting about things he didn't understand, people he didn't know.
"Go on, leave!" Petros had said, loud enough for a couple on the other side of the square to turn their heads at the sound of his voice. "Go home with him."
"I didn't want --" Viggo had said; and stopped, because of the déja vu, because they'd already had this argument back in Petros' apartment, and Sean's presence in the village square shouldn't have changed anything.
Petros had flung a few new words over his shoulder as he stalked away, barefoot on the paving stones. Viggo thought "Malaka!" was probably 'asshole', more or less, but he'd have to ask someone about "Pusti!" He hadn't bothered responding to the insults; he'd already been jogging after Sean, eager to catch him up and make things better.
Maybe he was proving Petros right. Sean was more important. But that was nothing new. Sean had always been more important to him than Petros could ever have been. Maybe he had been using Petros; but Petros had surely been using him, too. Just a matter of convenience ... Petros was young and handsome; he wouldn't be alone for long. And Sean? Sean had no agenda. Sean was simply his friend.
And he'd caught up with Sean, and been faced with this. Sean looking at him, that long intense look, not even asking, just accusing.
"Leave it," he said coldly. "Go back to him."
They were almost exactly Petros' words; that would be worth thinking about, later. Not now.
"I wanted to come home to you," Viggo said softly. There'd be time enough later to say how much he'd miss Sean after shooting was over -- how little time they had left before --
"Don't see why you would," Sean said belligerently. "Don't look much like Orlando, do I?"
That wasn't something he'd expected. For a moment Viggo could only stare at his friend. Sean sounded ... jealous. But that didn't work, because this was Sean, and he'd never been jealous of Orlando -- of any of Viggo's lovers. Like Viggo hadn't minded when Sean started seeing Sarah. It wasn't relevant. It didn't affect the two of them.
"You bloody well know what I mean," Sean insisted, glaring back at Viggo. "Been feeling crappy 'cause you weren't seeing 'im? This what you wanted all these days? This?"
And then, as Viggo just stared at him in shock, trying to find the right words to make Sean understand that there was nothing to be jealous of, Sean reached up and touched his mouth.
Maybe he'd just meant to gesture, but his fingers brushed against the sore place where Viggo had bitten his lip. Viggo flinched, surprised, but the gentle touch felt good. He wanted to lean into Sean's hand, press against those fingers like a cat seeking a caress, push his mouth against Sean's hand until the blood started to flow again, and then push his mouth against Sean's, making him taste Viggo's blood, kissing him back, reminding him of that last kiss and maybe a bit more. An honest kiss, not just a tease.
"This what you need?" said Sean, running his fingers over the dark bruise. Viggo couldn't take it, not on top of the thing with Petros. He grabbed Sean's wrist and pushed his hand away. Sean's pulse beat against his fingertips, and Viggo tightened his grip.
"And what else am I supposed to do, huh?" he said softly. "Live on childish pecks and friendly hugs?"
Sean stared back at him, less aggressive now. He flexed his fingers when Viggo let go of his wrist, but he didn't -- as Viggo had half-expected -- retaliate. His eyes were wide, and Viggo thought, he didn't notice how I felt. He didn't think. Not until now.
For a moment he was sorry for jeering at the hugs and kisses they'd shared so easily before that night on the beach. He missed that simplicity already. Maybe Sean did, too. Maybe he hadn't meant --
It was too late now. Viggo had spent the last week wondering whether that kiss meant anything. If it meant they couldn't go back to how things had been -- if it meant Sean was suddenly as jealous as a lover -- then there was nothing to stop him going forward, instead.
He leant forward, slowly, so that Sean would have a chance to back away. Viggo could see the moment when Sean realised what he intended, and he braced himself; but Sean didn't move, didn't speak. He stood quite still, eyes on Viggo's, waiting ... waiting as if he wanted this.
The feel of Sean's mouth under his was wonderful. Viggo pushed his tongue against Sean's lips, clenching his hands against the impulse to take hold of Sean and pull him closer. For a moment it seemed as though Sean was angry enough to simply stand and take it, giving nothing in return; then he was kissing Viggo back, tongue curling around Viggo's and pushing against the sore place on his lip, leaning into the kiss, hungrier and hotter than that first time on the beach ...
Viggo had no idea how long they'd been kissing, or whether anyone had noticed. He knew it wasn't a smart thing to do, to kiss another man in the street in a Greek village after a noisy public break-up with a lover. But it was Sean he was kissing, Sean who was kissing him, so he didn't care.
A car horn sounded on the other side of the square. As if it were a signal, Sean pulled back from the kiss. It was too dark for Viggo to read his expression.
"I'll see you later," said Sean, voice barely above a whisper. He turned on his heel and strode off, almost running, towards the harbour.
Viggo stared after him. His index finger traced a wet trail of blood on his chin. He had no idea what Sean wanted to happen next.
AUTHOR: Cinzia and Gloria
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It was unfair. Monstrously unfair.
Here was Sean, angry with him for not living like a monk. Angry about Petros, who'd just been arguing in the street with Viggo, telling him to make up his mind. Who'd run out into the street, bare-footed, just to have the last word.
"You planned this," Petros had said. "The two of you. A funny joke! This is why you wanted something different, huh? He's the only one you're allowed to --"
"Be quiet!" Viggo had said angrily, not quite a shout. Even if Sean hadn't heard the rest of the conversation -- and Viggo wasn't sure of that, because Sean was angry enough not to be making any sense -- then he must have heard Viggo telling Petros to be calm, to stop shouting about things he didn't understand, people he didn't know.
"Go on, leave!" Petros had said, loud enough for a couple on the other side of the square to turn their heads at the sound of his voice. "Go home with him."
"I didn't want --" Viggo had said; and stopped, because of the déja vu, because they'd already had this argument back in Petros' apartment, and Sean's presence in the village square shouldn't have changed anything.
Petros had flung a few new words over his shoulder as he stalked away, barefoot on the paving stones. Viggo thought "Malaka!" was probably 'asshole', more or less, but he'd have to ask someone about "Pusti!" He hadn't bothered responding to the insults; he'd already been jogging after Sean, eager to catch him up and make things better.
Maybe he was proving Petros right. Sean was more important. But that was nothing new. Sean had always been more important to him than Petros could ever have been. Maybe he had been using Petros; but Petros had surely been using him, too. Just a matter of convenience ... Petros was young and handsome; he wouldn't be alone for long. And Sean? Sean had no agenda. Sean was simply his friend.
And he'd caught up with Sean, and been faced with this. Sean looking at him, that long intense look, not even asking, just accusing.
"Leave it," he said coldly. "Go back to him."
They were almost exactly Petros' words; that would be worth thinking about, later. Not now.
"I wanted to come home to you," Viggo said softly. There'd be time enough later to say how much he'd miss Sean after shooting was over -- how little time they had left before --
"Don't see why you would," Sean said belligerently. "Don't look much like Orlando, do I?"
That wasn't something he'd expected. For a moment Viggo could only stare at his friend. Sean sounded ... jealous. But that didn't work, because this was Sean, and he'd never been jealous of Orlando -- of any of Viggo's lovers. Like Viggo hadn't minded when Sean started seeing Sarah. It wasn't relevant. It didn't affect the two of them.
"You bloody well know what I mean," Sean insisted, glaring back at Viggo. "Been feeling crappy 'cause you weren't seeing 'im? This what you wanted all these days? This?"
And then, as Viggo just stared at him in shock, trying to find the right words to make Sean understand that there was nothing to be jealous of, Sean reached up and touched his mouth.
Maybe he'd just meant to gesture, but his fingers brushed against the sore place where Viggo had bitten his lip. Viggo flinched, surprised, but the gentle touch felt good. He wanted to lean into Sean's hand, press against those fingers like a cat seeking a caress, push his mouth against Sean's hand until the blood started to flow again, and then push his mouth against Sean's, making him taste Viggo's blood, kissing him back, reminding him of that last kiss and maybe a bit more. An honest kiss, not just a tease.
"This what you need?" said Sean, running his fingers over the dark bruise. Viggo couldn't take it, not on top of the thing with Petros. He grabbed Sean's wrist and pushed his hand away. Sean's pulse beat against his fingertips, and Viggo tightened his grip.
"And what else am I supposed to do, huh?" he said softly. "Live on childish pecks and friendly hugs?"
Sean stared back at him, less aggressive now. He flexed his fingers when Viggo let go of his wrist, but he didn't -- as Viggo had half-expected -- retaliate. His eyes were wide, and Viggo thought, he didn't notice how I felt. He didn't think. Not until now.
For a moment he was sorry for jeering at the hugs and kisses they'd shared so easily before that night on the beach. He missed that simplicity already. Maybe Sean did, too. Maybe he hadn't meant --
It was too late now. Viggo had spent the last week wondering whether that kiss meant anything. If it meant they couldn't go back to how things had been -- if it meant Sean was suddenly as jealous as a lover -- then there was nothing to stop him going forward, instead.
He leant forward, slowly, so that Sean would have a chance to back away. Viggo could see the moment when Sean realised what he intended, and he braced himself; but Sean didn't move, didn't speak. He stood quite still, eyes on Viggo's, waiting ... waiting as if he wanted this.
The feel of Sean's mouth under his was wonderful. Viggo pushed his tongue against Sean's lips, clenching his hands against the impulse to take hold of Sean and pull him closer. For a moment it seemed as though Sean was angry enough to simply stand and take it, giving nothing in return; then he was kissing Viggo back, tongue curling around Viggo's and pushing against the sore place on his lip, leaning into the kiss, hungrier and hotter than that first time on the beach ...
Viggo had no idea how long they'd been kissing, or whether anyone had noticed. He knew it wasn't a smart thing to do, to kiss another man in the street in a Greek village after a noisy public break-up with a lover. But it was Sean he was kissing, Sean who was kissing him, so he didn't care.
A car horn sounded on the other side of the square. As if it were a signal, Sean pulled back from the kiss. It was too dark for Viggo to read his expression.
"I'll see you later," said Sean, voice barely above a whisper. He turned on his heel and strode off, almost running, towards the harbour.
Viggo stared after him. His index finger traced a wet trail of blood on his chin. He had no idea what Sean wanted to happen next.
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Date: 2003-11-03 11:41 am (UTC)Heheh! I don't know a word of Greek but it wouldn't be very difficult to get the gist of the meaning, considering what had just happened.
And despite the bruise + blood thing, that must be one of the hottest kisses, ever. Man, you guys are going to blow the roof off with the upcoming installments, what with all the anticipation and UST building up to this point. Very, very nice, I can't wait for the next bit!
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Date: 2003-11-04 10:17 am (UTC)So glad the hotness is working: I like the edge on that kiss, the blood and bruise and restrained violence of it -- something Sean, in particular, is very good at playing on-screen.
Thank you for commenting: more tomorrow!
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Date: 2003-11-03 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-04 10:08 am (UTC)Glad you're enjoying this! thanks for commenting ...
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Date: 2003-11-03 02:53 pm (UTC)*smacks Viggo* Run after him, you git. Talk to Sean.
Men are so dense sometimes. *rolls eyes*
I'm seriously considering to start nailbiting. This is an extended version of medieval torture.
Lovely written and I'm looking forward to the next chapters - albeit somewhat impatiently:-)
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Date: 2003-11-04 10:10 am (UTC)Oh yes -- wait, 'sometimes'?!
We like to torture our readers, but we try to make sure there's always relief in sight. More tomorrow!
Thanks for commenting: it's good to know that it's working!
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Date: 2003-11-03 03:03 pm (UTC)Good job!
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Date: 2003-11-04 10:05 am (UTC)Thank you so much for commenting -- I know a lot of people are waiting to see how well it all turns out before giving feedback, but it means a lot to know that people are enjoying the journey as well as the destination.
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Date: 2003-11-03 04:00 pm (UTC)God, that was hot.
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Date: 2003-11-04 10:17 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting: glad it's all working. These two just generate heat ...
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Date: 2003-11-03 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-04 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-03 06:01 pm (UTC)I love that series and I hope you'll put the next chapter to good use ;)
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Date: 2003-11-04 10:07 am (UTC)is in love with someone elsedoesn't know what he wants any more.Sean, on the other hand, is doing the 'oblivious' act a little too well.
Very glad you're enjoying the series: thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2003-11-03 06:40 pm (UTC)Great, I'm like a crack addict now...heee...
ohhh ohhh ohhhh
Seeing this from the other side, and how Viggo was interpreting things was wonderful...the build-up in this thing is sooo intense. And the poor boys are both struggling with so much uncertainty, baggage...augh...
For a moment it seemed as though Sean was angry enough to simply stand and take it, giving nothing in return;
ack...so much of this feels like a power struggle...as in who can deny or resist more!!
then he was kissing Viggo back, tongue curling around Viggo's and pushing against the sore place on his lip, leaning into the kiss, hungrier and hotter than that first time on the beach ...
*guh* *thud*
wow. hot.
And SEAN!! COME BACK!! AUGH!!
*waits for next fix of Orange drug....* :P
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Date: 2003-11-04 10:03 am (UTC)Ching! Another addict!
One of the great things about writing this as a collaboration was that we got to explore what they each thought about events -- sometimes finding quite unexpected perspectives. And they're both so deliciously stubborn and uncommunicative ...
So glad you're enjoying! More tomorrow!
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Date: 2003-11-04 01:40 am (UTC)(I had to laugh at the "Malaka" insult. I went to a mostly Greek high school and the guys were always tossing that one around. I finally blackmailed a friend into telling me what it meant. Heh.)
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Date: 2003-11-04 10:20 am (UTC)Hope we're getting the Greek right. We had expert help but any mistakes are entirely our own!
Thanks for commenting -- more soon!
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Date: 2003-11-05 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-04 01:54 am (UTC)I was trying not to comment after every chapter, but this is too much . . . that kiss, so hot!
*thwacks Sean*
*thwacks Viggo*
*shoves them together*
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Date: 2003-11-04 10:11 am (UTC)Yes, they both need a thorough slapping in my humble opinion
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Date: 2003-11-04 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-04 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 03:09 am (UTC)If Sean doesn't fuck Viggo soon (and vice versa as well) I think my head is going to explode. Yes, I meant to be crude but hey- I need the distraction of them when my own life feels like such a shambles.
M-W & F huh? So what are you two doing for Tue-Sat & Sun? WELL!?!?!
And Cinzia? I promise, an in depth review when we reach chapter 32. You *know* that I love you. Thanks for turning me on to Gloria too.
Dea
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Date: 2003-11-11 12:45 pm (UTC)((((you)))) and then *more tight hugs*
And we might arrange for a little fucking before the end... Ahem. Can't say, though. It's still sekkrit! ;)
And Cinzia? I promise, an in depth review when we reach chapter 32. You *know* that I love you. Thanks for turning me on to Gloria too.
Eee! That's a wonderful thing to say! Feedback of any kind is always welcome--and it helps to know that people are reading while we post, too. :)
Thank you for letting us know you're following the series... and yes, do read Gloria's fics! Everyone should, they're simply beautiful (and so much more than beautiful. :)
*hugs more* *loves you*
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Date: 2004-10-20 09:01 am (UTC)