Ficlet: Think of Me (VM/SB, R)
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rugbytackleTitle: Think of Me
Author: Raederle
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Made up, I promise
Feedback: Yes!
Archiving: Rugbytackling, my LJ
Summary: What sparks our memories?
Notes: No plot to speak of, and they go from zero to ripping clothes off in about six seconds.
Sean was eagerly tucking in to his lunch in the catering tent, when Viggo walked in, still in Aragorn costume, looking tired and bedraggled.
“How’s Helm’s Deep, mate?” Sean asked, as Viggo plopped down beside him.
“To put it in your language, bloody awful, mate.” Viggo sounded so disgusted that Sean had to smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“Peter gave us a couple of days to dry out. They are having to rig some sort of covering for the electrical equipment.”
“Every time it rains now, I think of you out there,” Sean said reflectively.
“Why?” Viggo was startled.
“I suppose because I watched you filming that one night. I saw you in your element and I was just an observer. So rain calls up that scene for me.” Sean shrugged. “If you had come to watch me work in my element, you would have something that would make you think of me.” He gave a self-deprecating laugh and looked at his friend with amusement.
Viggo wasn’t smiling however, he was just staring at Sean.
“What? Have I got something in my teeth?” Viggo was making Sean nervous.
“No, Sean, I already know your element,” Viggo said so softly that the other man had to strain to hear.
Sean suddenly felt off-balance, as if the conversation was about something entirely different than he had thought. “My element?”
“Fire. Every time I sit and stare into a campfire, I think of you.” Viggo raised his intense blue eyes and met Sean’s.
“I don’t understand,” Sean said.
Viggo took a lock of Sean’s hair and slowly rolled it between his fingers, heedless of the bustle of the catering tent around them.
“Your hair is the color of the flames when beech wood burns.” Viggo seemed to be somewhere else as he fondled Sean’s hair. “I stare at the fire and think of your hair and wish you were sitting beside me.”
Sean was struggling to breathe, trying to make sense of this conversation which seemed to have left him behind somewhere.
“And fire tells me your true nature.”
Sean tried to laugh once again, “Right, I do have a fairly hot temper.”
But Viggo wasn’t done tilting the planet. “Temper, yes, but passion, too. I see that in you.”
Suddenly, Sean understood the look in Viggo’s eyes, and the noise from the tent faded away and a roaring sound filled his ears. And he was following Viggo’s thought processes perfectly.
Viggo dropped the strand of blond hair and slid his hand down the Englishman’s arm to tangle their fingers together. “Will you come to my trailer?” he whispered.
Sean was still having difficulty breathing, so he nodded in response. Viggo pulled him gently out of the tent toward his trailer. Sean followed, unable to think coherently, letting his friend lead him. Sean felt light-headed, but at the same time his senses seemed to be working overtime. He was keenly aware of the touch of Viggo’s hand on his, the creaking noises from Viggo’s damp leathers, and the musky scent of unwashed male that was clinging to his friend. Desire had caught Sean unawares and it skittered along his nerve endings and made his stomach roil in anticipation.
By the time they reached Viggo’s trailer, Sean was shaking with nerves and lust. He was trembling so badly that Viggo immediately led him over to the couch and pushed him down.
“Easy, love, we won’t do anything you don’t want,” Viggo said.
“That’s not the problem.” Sean tried to control his shivering without much success. “I’ve suddenly discovered that I want this so much that I can’t think straight.”
Viggo sat down beside him and wrapped a warm calloused hand around the back of Sean’s neck, pulling the younger man toward him. Viggo’s bearded lips were surprisingly soft and Sean’s nerves disappeared as soon as they touched his. He made a needy, whimpering sound in the back of his throat as his mouth opened to allow Viggo to plunder it. The little noise inflamed Viggo and he pushed Sean down into the couch.
Sean went willingly, yielding to Viggo, his hips arching seemingly of their own volition. His hands gripped Viggo’s shoulders, as he tried to find some stability in the world which had shifted under his feet.
Viggo helped Sean out of his clothes and then stood and swiftly removed his costume. He scrabbled around in some drawers and finally located a condom. When he rejoined Sean on the couch, the Brit nearly howled from the delicious feel of Viggo’s warm furry body against his own. Sean squirmed against his friend, and he spread his legs, aching for Viggo to fill him.
“Please, Viggo, please,” he begged, his need driving him while Viggo fumbled with the condom.
“Patience, love, we’re getting there,” Viggo soothed. Sean’s wanton behavior was seriously interfering with his dexterity. Finally, he had the condom on his own rigid cock.
Viggo entered Sean as smoothly as he could. “I knew it,” he said triumphantly when he was fully seated inside his friend. “I knew you would be like this. So hot.”
The American set a rapid pace, but Sean met him thrust for thrust. Soon they both shouted as their orgasms ripped through them.
As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Sean started snickering.
“I hope that’s not a reflection on my lovemaking skills,” Viggo growled.
“Oh, no! I’m just remembering our earlier conversation,” he said before kissing Viggo thoroughly. “Now I’m going to think of you every time I come.”
Author: Raederle
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Made up, I promise
Feedback: Yes!
Archiving: Rugbytackling, my LJ
Summary: What sparks our memories?
Notes: No plot to speak of, and they go from zero to ripping clothes off in about six seconds.
Sean was eagerly tucking in to his lunch in the catering tent, when Viggo walked in, still in Aragorn costume, looking tired and bedraggled.
“How’s Helm’s Deep, mate?” Sean asked, as Viggo plopped down beside him.
“To put it in your language, bloody awful, mate.” Viggo sounded so disgusted that Sean had to smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“Peter gave us a couple of days to dry out. They are having to rig some sort of covering for the electrical equipment.”
“Every time it rains now, I think of you out there,” Sean said reflectively.
“Why?” Viggo was startled.
“I suppose because I watched you filming that one night. I saw you in your element and I was just an observer. So rain calls up that scene for me.” Sean shrugged. “If you had come to watch me work in my element, you would have something that would make you think of me.” He gave a self-deprecating laugh and looked at his friend with amusement.
Viggo wasn’t smiling however, he was just staring at Sean.
“What? Have I got something in my teeth?” Viggo was making Sean nervous.
“No, Sean, I already know your element,” Viggo said so softly that the other man had to strain to hear.
Sean suddenly felt off-balance, as if the conversation was about something entirely different than he had thought. “My element?”
“Fire. Every time I sit and stare into a campfire, I think of you.” Viggo raised his intense blue eyes and met Sean’s.
“I don’t understand,” Sean said.
Viggo took a lock of Sean’s hair and slowly rolled it between his fingers, heedless of the bustle of the catering tent around them.
“Your hair is the color of the flames when beech wood burns.” Viggo seemed to be somewhere else as he fondled Sean’s hair. “I stare at the fire and think of your hair and wish you were sitting beside me.”
Sean was struggling to breathe, trying to make sense of this conversation which seemed to have left him behind somewhere.
“And fire tells me your true nature.”
Sean tried to laugh once again, “Right, I do have a fairly hot temper.”
But Viggo wasn’t done tilting the planet. “Temper, yes, but passion, too. I see that in you.”
Suddenly, Sean understood the look in Viggo’s eyes, and the noise from the tent faded away and a roaring sound filled his ears. And he was following Viggo’s thought processes perfectly.
Viggo dropped the strand of blond hair and slid his hand down the Englishman’s arm to tangle their fingers together. “Will you come to my trailer?” he whispered.
Sean was still having difficulty breathing, so he nodded in response. Viggo pulled him gently out of the tent toward his trailer. Sean followed, unable to think coherently, letting his friend lead him. Sean felt light-headed, but at the same time his senses seemed to be working overtime. He was keenly aware of the touch of Viggo’s hand on his, the creaking noises from Viggo’s damp leathers, and the musky scent of unwashed male that was clinging to his friend. Desire had caught Sean unawares and it skittered along his nerve endings and made his stomach roil in anticipation.
By the time they reached Viggo’s trailer, Sean was shaking with nerves and lust. He was trembling so badly that Viggo immediately led him over to the couch and pushed him down.
“Easy, love, we won’t do anything you don’t want,” Viggo said.
“That’s not the problem.” Sean tried to control his shivering without much success. “I’ve suddenly discovered that I want this so much that I can’t think straight.”
Viggo sat down beside him and wrapped a warm calloused hand around the back of Sean’s neck, pulling the younger man toward him. Viggo’s bearded lips were surprisingly soft and Sean’s nerves disappeared as soon as they touched his. He made a needy, whimpering sound in the back of his throat as his mouth opened to allow Viggo to plunder it. The little noise inflamed Viggo and he pushed Sean down into the couch.
Sean went willingly, yielding to Viggo, his hips arching seemingly of their own volition. His hands gripped Viggo’s shoulders, as he tried to find some stability in the world which had shifted under his feet.
Viggo helped Sean out of his clothes and then stood and swiftly removed his costume. He scrabbled around in some drawers and finally located a condom. When he rejoined Sean on the couch, the Brit nearly howled from the delicious feel of Viggo’s warm furry body against his own. Sean squirmed against his friend, and he spread his legs, aching for Viggo to fill him.
“Please, Viggo, please,” he begged, his need driving him while Viggo fumbled with the condom.
“Patience, love, we’re getting there,” Viggo soothed. Sean’s wanton behavior was seriously interfering with his dexterity. Finally, he had the condom on his own rigid cock.
Viggo entered Sean as smoothly as he could. “I knew it,” he said triumphantly when he was fully seated inside his friend. “I knew you would be like this. So hot.”
The American set a rapid pace, but Sean met him thrust for thrust. Soon they both shouted as their orgasms ripped through them.
As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Sean started snickering.
“I hope that’s not a reflection on my lovemaking skills,” Viggo growled.
“Oh, no! I’m just remembering our earlier conversation,” he said before kissing Viggo thoroughly. “Now I’m going to think of you every time I come.”
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Date: 2003-11-18 05:07 am (UTC)I particularly loved this:
But Viggo wasn’t done tilting the planet. oh I can so understand that .... *drool*
And this:
Sean’s wanton behavior was seriously interfering with his dexterity. - well of course it would!
Thanks so much for this - loved it!
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Date: 2003-11-19 03:51 am (UTC)*snickers*
You know I put the wet leather in there just for you, don't you?
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Date: 2003-11-18 06:31 am (UTC)“I hope that’s not a reflection on my lovemaking skills,” Viggo growled.
“Oh, no! I’m just remembering our earlier conversation,” he said before kissing Viggo thoroughly. “Now I’m going to think of you every time I come.”
Love it. This is going to have me giggling for the rest of the night.
I loved this whole thing. (Plots are over-rated, btw *winks*).
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Date: 2003-11-19 03:52 am (UTC)I'm glad no one around here really cares if they have a plot with their porn!
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Date: 2003-11-18 07:11 am (UTC)Thanks so much
*applause*
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Date: 2003-11-19 03:53 am (UTC)Thank you!
*bows* *blushes*
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Date: 2003-11-18 01:13 pm (UTC)Suddenly, Sean understood the look in Viggo’s eyes, and the noise from the tent faded away and a roaring sound filled his ears. And he was following Viggo’s thought processes perfectly.
Yes, that says it all... It feels so real, this description. :)
I love it, love the hotness and Sean's final line... and I love the 'bedraggled' Aragorn. ;) In short: I love this, from first line to last and everything in between. Just terrific. :D
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Date: 2003-11-19 03:54 am (UTC)*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2003-11-18 02:43 pm (UTC)"Now I'm going to think of you every time I come."
*arch grin* Well I should hope so! Even if he's not the one making you do so... but then, that's rarely the case, right?
*hugs you* Thanks!
~Kris
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Date: 2003-11-19 03:57 am (UTC)I can't write sex to save my life
I always think my sex scenes are totally lame, so you're probably better than you think!
But thanks for giving me confidence in mine!
*hugs*
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Date: 2003-11-18 08:03 pm (UTC)Sean is like fire - love that! Love it even more that Viggo decides to make sure he's right ;-)
Just lovely.
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Date: 2003-11-19 03:58 am (UTC)Viggo knows a good thing when he sees it!
Thank you for commenting.
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Date: 2003-11-19 04:01 pm (UTC)That was just lovely - Sean and Viggo and leather and humour and general yumminess...
~Steph
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Date: 2003-11-20 05:29 am (UTC)Thank you!