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rugbytackleTITLE: The Orange Grove (25/32): Daydream
AUTHOR: Cinzia and Gloria
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Viggo could hear Sean getting ready to head out to the set, and he thought about getting up and saying good morning. Easier, though, just to lie in bed and remember lying on the couch last night with Sean, quietly and peacefully, simply together. Easier and more compromising, he realised with amusement, because thinking of Sean in his arms made him long for Sean in his bed. And that made him hard -- but he'd already promised himself that if anything happened between them, it would be at Sean's pace. Whatever Sean wanted, and only when he wanted it.
He found himself hoping that Sean knew what he wanted. Not that Viggo would mind explaining it all to him. In detail. With...
Viggo sighed, and laughed at himself. Downstairs, he could hear Sean hunting for his script; muttered swearing and footsteps from one room to another. "It's under the couch!" Viggo wanted to yell. He stayed quiet, and finally there was a relieved exclamation from the lounge. A door closed, and Viggo could hear the car radio when Sean switched it on. Then he was gone.
Viggo wasn't needed on set until early afternoon. He'd thought of driving along the coast a little way, checking out an ancient church overlooking the bay, or the ruins at Agía Triáda. But the sky was dull and overcast, and anyway he'd prefer company for the trip. All this time alone here with Sean, and they'd done so little...
He found his thoughts straying from what they'd done to what they might yet do. He wanted to show Sean the restored ruins at Knossos, and the frescos at Kritsá, and the market at Réthymno. But, lying here between soft, lavender-scented sheets, it was so easy to think instead of lying here with Sean. Just lying and talking, close enough to feel the hairs on his skin electrified by their proximity. Close enough that when Sean stretched, he'd settle back into the big double bed just a little closer, pressing against Viggo from knee to shoulder. Maybe the closeness would be enough to arouse him, that and the memory of the kiss. Or maybe Viggo would have to casually drag a hand over Sean's skin, not quite an embrace or a caress, just a promise. Maybe Sean would sigh, and turn to him, already half-hard. Maybe he'd know what Viggo wanted -- they were both men, after all -- or maybe he'd take Viggo's hand and lead it over his own body, asking by example. Maybe ...
Viggo moaned into the pillow. It was tempting fate, to wind himself up so thoroughly with fantasies about Sean, when maybe Sean didn't even want this. Stopping now wouldn't help matters. That would guarantee embarrassment next time he was alone with Sean, if Sean laid down next to him again on the couch ... Viggo moaned, thinking of turning so that his erection pushed against Sean's hips, an unmistakable signal. An unwelcome one?
Just breathing in the smell of Sean would be enough ...
The thought of being so close was enough to take him the rest of the way. The house was quiet, and it felt good to call Sean's name aloud to the empty air.
Viggo reached the set just as the morning's shooting was winding up. The rain had held off, but the light was dull and pewtery. He'd taken his script, and stolen a packet of Sean's cigarettes, and walked down through the orange grove to their private beach. The empty wine bottle from Valeria's welcome party was still there, untouched on the sand. Viggo had propped it up and flicked ash into it as he skimmed the script. On Monday, when the real sites were closed to visitors, they'd be over in a corner of the ruins at Faistós, filming Harrington's excavations and the Comte's unexpected arrival with gold to pay the workers. Towards the end of the week, they'd be back on set for an awkward dinner with Athina and her father, and the drunken walk back along the cliff at night, clutching at each other's arms... Viggo had grinned, and stubbed out another cigarette. He'd forgotten the sheer fun of acting opposite Sean.
Coming up from the parking lot he met Sarah, who Sean had been dating for a little while. She was hand-in-hand with a young man who gave Viggo a level, faintly hostile, look. He was a good-looking guy, well-built, with a streak of white hair at his left temple. Viggo had seen him around -- one of the extras, he thought -- but he didn't recall doing anything to earn that look.
"Hi," he said to Sarah. "How's it going?"
"Fine," she said. "Sean's just in Costume, if you're looking for him."
"Thanks," said Viggo. He couldn't read her smile, but she obviously wasn't pining for Sean. "See you around!" he called after them, smiling, as they walked away.
He met Valeria, in the rough linen tunic and divided skirt that she wore for most of the outdoor scenes, coming out of the Costume trailer. She looked flustered, but she beamed at him.
"He's impossible this morning," she said, chuckling, her hand on Viggo's arm. "You better talk some sense into him, huh?"
"Impossible what way?" Viggo asked, amused.
"Just... not there with me. You know?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe he's thinking of you!"
"Maybe," Viggo agreed. "Maybe he's thinking of the soccer. I'm sure there was a match --"
"Then he's your problem," said Valeria firmly, a grin twitching the edges of her stern look. "Go on! Sort him out!"
It was funny, really; he was the problem -- and Valeria looked quite certain about that -- so why did he have to be the solution as well?
"Happy to try," said Viggo anyway, saluting her.
Sean must have heard his voice outside, because he didn't protest when Viggo came into the trailer without knocking. They'd been filming the workers' rebellion at the ruins that morning, and Sean was stripped to the waist, washing the last of the cosmetic mud and blood from his chest. He turned his head and smiled at Viggo, that particular broad smile that made Viggo ache.
"You're early."
Viggo shrugged, smiling, not even trying to pretend that he wasn't looking at Sean. "The light's all wrong. It's going to storm. I didn't want to drive on that road in the rain."
"Is it raining yet?" said Sean. He let the sponge drip water and stood quite still as Viggo went to him.
"Not yet," said Viggo softly, leaning his chin on Sean's shoulder so that he was almost whispering into the other man's ear. He rubbed his thumb over the curved Fellowship tattoo on Sean's left arm. "It'll rain soon, I think."
"Hasn't rained since I got here," said Sean matter-of-factly. His breath hitched as Viggo pressed against his back.
"You must miss the rain," Viggo teased. He wished he'd locked the door. The feel of Sean's bare skin under his hands, through his shirt, was so intensely arousing that Viggo could hardly bear to feel that layer of cotton between them. He wanted to strip off his shirt, feel Sean's skin against his own...
Footsteps sounded outside the trailer, and there was a knock on the door. Viggo let go of Sean and stepped back to lean, as casually as he could manage, against the full-length mirror.
"Come in!" Sean called. He was a little flushed, but it was hot and humid in the trailer; that would explain it.
"Sorry," Valeria apologised. "Forgot my bag." She snagged a shabby red leather handbag from under the table, glancing at Sean and then at Viggo. The corners of her eyes crinkled with laughter.
"Carry on, guys," she said. "I'll catch you later." She winked and shut the door behind her.
Viggo wasn't sure which of them started to laugh first, but he was still snickering when they headed for the catering tent.
AUTHOR: Cinzia and Gloria
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Viggo could hear Sean getting ready to head out to the set, and he thought about getting up and saying good morning. Easier, though, just to lie in bed and remember lying on the couch last night with Sean, quietly and peacefully, simply together. Easier and more compromising, he realised with amusement, because thinking of Sean in his arms made him long for Sean in his bed. And that made him hard -- but he'd already promised himself that if anything happened between them, it would be at Sean's pace. Whatever Sean wanted, and only when he wanted it.
He found himself hoping that Sean knew what he wanted. Not that Viggo would mind explaining it all to him. In detail. With...
Viggo sighed, and laughed at himself. Downstairs, he could hear Sean hunting for his script; muttered swearing and footsteps from one room to another. "It's under the couch!" Viggo wanted to yell. He stayed quiet, and finally there was a relieved exclamation from the lounge. A door closed, and Viggo could hear the car radio when Sean switched it on. Then he was gone.
Viggo wasn't needed on set until early afternoon. He'd thought of driving along the coast a little way, checking out an ancient church overlooking the bay, or the ruins at Agía Triáda. But the sky was dull and overcast, and anyway he'd prefer company for the trip. All this time alone here with Sean, and they'd done so little...
He found his thoughts straying from what they'd done to what they might yet do. He wanted to show Sean the restored ruins at Knossos, and the frescos at Kritsá, and the market at Réthymno. But, lying here between soft, lavender-scented sheets, it was so easy to think instead of lying here with Sean. Just lying and talking, close enough to feel the hairs on his skin electrified by their proximity. Close enough that when Sean stretched, he'd settle back into the big double bed just a little closer, pressing against Viggo from knee to shoulder. Maybe the closeness would be enough to arouse him, that and the memory of the kiss. Or maybe Viggo would have to casually drag a hand over Sean's skin, not quite an embrace or a caress, just a promise. Maybe Sean would sigh, and turn to him, already half-hard. Maybe he'd know what Viggo wanted -- they were both men, after all -- or maybe he'd take Viggo's hand and lead it over his own body, asking by example. Maybe ...
Viggo moaned into the pillow. It was tempting fate, to wind himself up so thoroughly with fantasies about Sean, when maybe Sean didn't even want this. Stopping now wouldn't help matters. That would guarantee embarrassment next time he was alone with Sean, if Sean laid down next to him again on the couch ... Viggo moaned, thinking of turning so that his erection pushed against Sean's hips, an unmistakable signal. An unwelcome one?
Just breathing in the smell of Sean would be enough ...
The thought of being so close was enough to take him the rest of the way. The house was quiet, and it felt good to call Sean's name aloud to the empty air.
Viggo reached the set just as the morning's shooting was winding up. The rain had held off, but the light was dull and pewtery. He'd taken his script, and stolen a packet of Sean's cigarettes, and walked down through the orange grove to their private beach. The empty wine bottle from Valeria's welcome party was still there, untouched on the sand. Viggo had propped it up and flicked ash into it as he skimmed the script. On Monday, when the real sites were closed to visitors, they'd be over in a corner of the ruins at Faistós, filming Harrington's excavations and the Comte's unexpected arrival with gold to pay the workers. Towards the end of the week, they'd be back on set for an awkward dinner with Athina and her father, and the drunken walk back along the cliff at night, clutching at each other's arms... Viggo had grinned, and stubbed out another cigarette. He'd forgotten the sheer fun of acting opposite Sean.
Coming up from the parking lot he met Sarah, who Sean had been dating for a little while. She was hand-in-hand with a young man who gave Viggo a level, faintly hostile, look. He was a good-looking guy, well-built, with a streak of white hair at his left temple. Viggo had seen him around -- one of the extras, he thought -- but he didn't recall doing anything to earn that look.
"Hi," he said to Sarah. "How's it going?"
"Fine," she said. "Sean's just in Costume, if you're looking for him."
"Thanks," said Viggo. He couldn't read her smile, but she obviously wasn't pining for Sean. "See you around!" he called after them, smiling, as they walked away.
He met Valeria, in the rough linen tunic and divided skirt that she wore for most of the outdoor scenes, coming out of the Costume trailer. She looked flustered, but she beamed at him.
"He's impossible this morning," she said, chuckling, her hand on Viggo's arm. "You better talk some sense into him, huh?"
"Impossible what way?" Viggo asked, amused.
"Just... not there with me. You know?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe he's thinking of you!"
"Maybe," Viggo agreed. "Maybe he's thinking of the soccer. I'm sure there was a match --"
"Then he's your problem," said Valeria firmly, a grin twitching the edges of her stern look. "Go on! Sort him out!"
It was funny, really; he was the problem -- and Valeria looked quite certain about that -- so why did he have to be the solution as well?
"Happy to try," said Viggo anyway, saluting her.
Sean must have heard his voice outside, because he didn't protest when Viggo came into the trailer without knocking. They'd been filming the workers' rebellion at the ruins that morning, and Sean was stripped to the waist, washing the last of the cosmetic mud and blood from his chest. He turned his head and smiled at Viggo, that particular broad smile that made Viggo ache.
"You're early."
Viggo shrugged, smiling, not even trying to pretend that he wasn't looking at Sean. "The light's all wrong. It's going to storm. I didn't want to drive on that road in the rain."
"Is it raining yet?" said Sean. He let the sponge drip water and stood quite still as Viggo went to him.
"Not yet," said Viggo softly, leaning his chin on Sean's shoulder so that he was almost whispering into the other man's ear. He rubbed his thumb over the curved Fellowship tattoo on Sean's left arm. "It'll rain soon, I think."
"Hasn't rained since I got here," said Sean matter-of-factly. His breath hitched as Viggo pressed against his back.
"You must miss the rain," Viggo teased. He wished he'd locked the door. The feel of Sean's bare skin under his hands, through his shirt, was so intensely arousing that Viggo could hardly bear to feel that layer of cotton between them. He wanted to strip off his shirt, feel Sean's skin against his own...
Footsteps sounded outside the trailer, and there was a knock on the door. Viggo let go of Sean and stepped back to lean, as casually as he could manage, against the full-length mirror.
"Come in!" Sean called. He was a little flushed, but it was hot and humid in the trailer; that would explain it.
"Sorry," Valeria apologised. "Forgot my bag." She snagged a shabby red leather handbag from under the table, glancing at Sean and then at Viggo. The corners of her eyes crinkled with laughter.
"Carry on, guys," she said. "I'll catch you later." She winked and shut the door behind her.
Viggo wasn't sure which of them started to laugh first, but he was still snickering when they headed for the catering tent.
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Date: 2003-11-12 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-13 09:07 am (UTC)Anyway, it gives Valeria a chance to lech over hot men: and I certainly wouldn't want to deprive anyone of that!
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Date: 2003-11-12 11:10 am (UTC)And I really enjoy your use of Valeria *S*
*loves*
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Date: 2003-11-12 06:34 pm (UTC)Glad to hear Valeria is working as a character: I'm growing quite fond of her!
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Date: 2003-11-12 09:26 pm (UTC)*sigh*
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Date: 2003-11-12 04:03 pm (UTC)The feel of Sean's bare skin under his hands, through his shirt, was so intensely arousing that Viggo could hardly bear to feel that layer of cotton between them. He wanted to strip off his shirt, feel Sean's skin against his own...
You can't stop there! You can't! *wails* It's a crime against humanity (and all fellow VigBean addicts...*sniffles*)
But I just love how this is coming along...the last chapter was especially mindblowing, with one of the loveliest images in fanfiction, ever. Very beautifully done. I love the two of you. Now, if only I can last till Friday...
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Date: 2003-11-12 06:35 pm (UTC)Bwa ha ha ha ha. *rubs hands together*. Just watch us. We are EVIL.
I'm so glad you;'re enjoying it, though! And thank you for the compliments ... And Friday isn't really so very far away ...
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Date: 2003-11-12 04:37 pm (UTC)It's hard to type when one has become a puddle but I must in order to applaud you, taking every opportunity to strip Sean to (at least) the waist. You're teasing us terribly but I'm very happy.
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Date: 2003-11-12 06:36 pm (UTC)I must say we're enjoying the tease too! Glad it's so effective. And it's only a day and a half until the next post ...
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Date: 2003-11-12 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-11-12 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-12 06:38 pm (UTC)"Warm in here?" *contemplates next few chapters: applies ice to forehead* "No, not at all ..."
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Date: 2003-11-12 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-11-12 10:48 pm (UTC)Shirtless Sean isn't a bad thing either.
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Date: 2003-11-13 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-14 08:50 am (UTC)I'm so loving (and hating! ;-) ) the buildup between Viggo and Sean. So very real and natural.
*sighs happily and awaits more*
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Date: 2003-11-17 11:16 am (UTC)UST is so delightful when it's on the verge of being resolved!