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rugbytackleTitle: Sleeping Beauty. (Deportment.)
Chapter: 4/?
Author: Arden Elear
E-mail: thedarkvoice@hotmail.com
Rated: PG to R.
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen x Sean Bean, Orlando Bloom
Disclaimer: They're real. This is not.
Warning: RPS; Real person slash. Don't read it / do read it. Make an adult decision.
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
Summary: It takes some people a long time to wake up. Especially to themselves.
Sean rang the doorbell. Waited. Rang it again.
This was gonna take a while.
He went over everything in his head and decided that it was a case of so far, so good.
He was feeling pretty positive, actually.
Not of the outcome, Viggo was far too unpredictable for that kind of confidence. Besides, he didn’t want to jinx the result by making assumptions. What he felt good about was his own ‘performance’.
This afternoon’s success had given him the poise he sorely needed in order to pull this off. Keeping Viggo off-balance, unsure, was important. The less time he had to think, the better.
Sean could do it; was possibly the only person who knew Viggo well enough to do it. He’d had plenty of practice at it.
He rang the doorbell. Again. This time the door cracked open and Viggo peered out.
“You rang the doorbell.” He said, plainly confused.
Oh, look! Here was Master-of-the-Obvious, Viggo, answering his door. As opposed to Master-of-the-Obscure-and-the-Overly-Ambiguous, Viggo, answering his door.
“Yes.” Sean smiled nicely.
The door came open a little more. “Why did you ring the doorbell?”
“So that you’d know I was here.” Sean reasoned.
Viggo shook his head, as if he were trying to clear it.
“Nobody rings my doorbell, Sean. It’s always open. You know that.”
“Are you going to stand there talking about bell-ringing, or are you ready to go?”
Not waiting for an answer, Sean slid his hand around the doorjamb and, without looking, grabbed Viggo’s keys from the hook. He jangled them invitingly.
“Come on, then. Table’s booked for seven.”
Viggo sighed, but stepped out onto the porch without further argument, a tiny frown still worrying at his forehead. So cute.
Sean reached around him and drew the door shut, gesturing with his other hand for Viggo to precede him down the stairs.
He took a couple of steps in that direction, which allowed Sean to close the door. Using his body to shield his actions from Viggo, he pressed down on the button so that the door didn’t lock.
Mission accomplished, he started for the car, only stopping to turn when he was reasonably certain that Viggo was behind him.
Vig was coming down the stairs, backlit by the setting sun, dressed in black pants and a pale blue shirt that showed off the warm color of his skin and the startling blue of his eyes. H.U.N.K. Yep. Orlando had that one right.
“You look nice, by the way.”
Viggo’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. Time to back down and change tack.
“I booked us into that place we went to with John.” He told him. “Felt like something a bit different. That okay?”
“Yeah. Fine by me.” Viggo’s eyebrows relaxed back into their normal habits. A fancy restaurant neatly explained the ‘dress nice’ comment.
Keeping ‘im guessing. Sean congratulated himself as he opened the car door and slid behind the wheel. He leaned across and unlocked the passenger side door.
“Let’s go.”
**
Sean pulled the car into Viggo’s driveway, feeling pretty satisfied. Good food, even better wine and his favorite company, it couldn’t have been more perfect.
His decision to keep the evening innuendo-free had been a good one; Viggo had relaxed and enjoyed himself, which was, after all, the point.
But now they were back, it was time to up the stakes, and he was glad for the scrap of Dutch courage the wine had leant him.
Sean drew in a deep breath, knowing full well that everything, his friendship, his happiness . . . Hell, his entire future, hinged on how well the next five minutes played out.
He engaged the hand brake and turned the car off.
Okay. . .
He got out and waited for Viggo to join him. They walked up the path in companionable silence, Sean everlastingly grateful that his thundering heartbeat was inaudible.
At the door, Viggo turned his key in the lock, and then stopped.
“You coming in?”
I wish.
“Nah. Early call tomorrow. I’m off home.” He said instead.
He knew Viggo had to be wondering why he’d walked to the door with him if he had no intention of coming inside, but he didn’t ask. He just smiled and said ‘Okay’ and then turned to go inside.
“I forgot something.” Sean said softly.
Viggo turned back and Sean was waiting. He slid his hand around to Viggo’s nape, drawing him close and kissed him. The lightest of pressure, warm and dry, almost chaste. Brief, too bloody brief, but not so quick that it didn’t fill Sean with longing, with an ache for more. He broke it off before he could succumb.
“Night, Vig.” He whispered against Viggo’s cheek.
He released his hold and turned back to the stairs.
Casual, be casual, he told himself, but it was no good.
Tension sang in every inch of his frame, waiting. Dreading an outburst, a denial, or even worse, the soft tones of a gentle let-down of the kind that could break your heart.
He heard nothing.
Didn’t dare look back.
Made it to the safety of the car and turned the key in the ignition almost desperately. Get away before . . .
He was two blocks from home before he realized he had to stop. His hands were shaking badly and his concentration negligible. Pulling over, he stuck the shift in neutral and took a deep, shuddering breath.
He could still feel the light touch of Viggo’s mouth pressed to his. He raised his hand to his lips, elated.
God that had been hard! Pulling back, walking away, when all he had wanted to do was gather that man into his arms and never let go!
But he’d managed it. Sean knew he was grinning insanely. If anyone had walked past right then they’d have been in fear of their lives because of the maniac look on his face. He didn’t give a toss!
He kissed me back! The tiniest feeling of returned pressure, that’s all it had been, but it was enough. He hadn’t yelled, hadn’t pushed Sean away in shock. Actually, he hadn’t done anything . . .
Not a thing.
But he did kiss you back, Sean told himself. He’d been expecting the exact opposite reaction, he now realized. He’d not been as confident as he’d first thought.
I am un-rejected. Why?
Sat there, thinking about it, for goodness knows how long. His mind replaying it over and over, reaching conclusions and discarding them. Eventually finding only one.
Sean could hardly credit it.
Could Orli have been right?
Fuck! Did that thought make his chest hurt, or what!
The grin was back. The stupid, silly grin. And he was chanting to himself under his breath. OrliwasrightOrliewasright
He was being a complete dickhead and he didn’t care! He punched the air like a celebrating footy player, drummed his hands on the wheel. Hee hee!
His watch beeped at him as he prepared to finish the drive home. He did have an early call in the morning, though he doubted he’d get much sleep.
OrliwasrightOrliewasright
Another thought penetrated his Viggo-sodden brain as he was shutting his front door behind him.
Viggo must have found it by now.
Sean knew it would be while before his idiotic grin faded.
**
Chapter: 4/?
Author: Arden Elear
E-mail: thedarkvoice@hotmail.com
Rated: PG to R.
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen x Sean Bean, Orlando Bloom
Disclaimer: They're real. This is not.
Warning: RPS; Real person slash. Don't read it / do read it. Make an adult decision.
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
Summary: It takes some people a long time to wake up. Especially to themselves.
Sean rang the doorbell. Waited. Rang it again.
This was gonna take a while.
He went over everything in his head and decided that it was a case of so far, so good.
He was feeling pretty positive, actually.
Not of the outcome, Viggo was far too unpredictable for that kind of confidence. Besides, he didn’t want to jinx the result by making assumptions. What he felt good about was his own ‘performance’.
This afternoon’s success had given him the poise he sorely needed in order to pull this off. Keeping Viggo off-balance, unsure, was important. The less time he had to think, the better.
Sean could do it; was possibly the only person who knew Viggo well enough to do it. He’d had plenty of practice at it.
He rang the doorbell. Again. This time the door cracked open and Viggo peered out.
“You rang the doorbell.” He said, plainly confused.
Oh, look! Here was Master-of-the-Obvious, Viggo, answering his door. As opposed to Master-of-the-Obscure-and-the-Overly-Ambiguous, Viggo, answering his door.
“Yes.” Sean smiled nicely.
The door came open a little more. “Why did you ring the doorbell?”
“So that you’d know I was here.” Sean reasoned.
Viggo shook his head, as if he were trying to clear it.
“Nobody rings my doorbell, Sean. It’s always open. You know that.”
“Are you going to stand there talking about bell-ringing, or are you ready to go?”
Not waiting for an answer, Sean slid his hand around the doorjamb and, without looking, grabbed Viggo’s keys from the hook. He jangled them invitingly.
“Come on, then. Table’s booked for seven.”
Viggo sighed, but stepped out onto the porch without further argument, a tiny frown still worrying at his forehead. So cute.
Sean reached around him and drew the door shut, gesturing with his other hand for Viggo to precede him down the stairs.
He took a couple of steps in that direction, which allowed Sean to close the door. Using his body to shield his actions from Viggo, he pressed down on the button so that the door didn’t lock.
Mission accomplished, he started for the car, only stopping to turn when he was reasonably certain that Viggo was behind him.
Vig was coming down the stairs, backlit by the setting sun, dressed in black pants and a pale blue shirt that showed off the warm color of his skin and the startling blue of his eyes. H.U.N.K. Yep. Orlando had that one right.
“You look nice, by the way.”
Viggo’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. Time to back down and change tack.
“I booked us into that place we went to with John.” He told him. “Felt like something a bit different. That okay?”
“Yeah. Fine by me.” Viggo’s eyebrows relaxed back into their normal habits. A fancy restaurant neatly explained the ‘dress nice’ comment.
Keeping ‘im guessing. Sean congratulated himself as he opened the car door and slid behind the wheel. He leaned across and unlocked the passenger side door.
“Let’s go.”
**
Sean pulled the car into Viggo’s driveway, feeling pretty satisfied. Good food, even better wine and his favorite company, it couldn’t have been more perfect.
His decision to keep the evening innuendo-free had been a good one; Viggo had relaxed and enjoyed himself, which was, after all, the point.
But now they were back, it was time to up the stakes, and he was glad for the scrap of Dutch courage the wine had leant him.
Sean drew in a deep breath, knowing full well that everything, his friendship, his happiness . . . Hell, his entire future, hinged on how well the next five minutes played out.
He engaged the hand brake and turned the car off.
Okay. . .
He got out and waited for Viggo to join him. They walked up the path in companionable silence, Sean everlastingly grateful that his thundering heartbeat was inaudible.
At the door, Viggo turned his key in the lock, and then stopped.
“You coming in?”
I wish.
“Nah. Early call tomorrow. I’m off home.” He said instead.
He knew Viggo had to be wondering why he’d walked to the door with him if he had no intention of coming inside, but he didn’t ask. He just smiled and said ‘Okay’ and then turned to go inside.
“I forgot something.” Sean said softly.
Viggo turned back and Sean was waiting. He slid his hand around to Viggo’s nape, drawing him close and kissed him. The lightest of pressure, warm and dry, almost chaste. Brief, too bloody brief, but not so quick that it didn’t fill Sean with longing, with an ache for more. He broke it off before he could succumb.
“Night, Vig.” He whispered against Viggo’s cheek.
He released his hold and turned back to the stairs.
Casual, be casual, he told himself, but it was no good.
Tension sang in every inch of his frame, waiting. Dreading an outburst, a denial, or even worse, the soft tones of a gentle let-down of the kind that could break your heart.
He heard nothing.
Didn’t dare look back.
Made it to the safety of the car and turned the key in the ignition almost desperately. Get away before . . .
He was two blocks from home before he realized he had to stop. His hands were shaking badly and his concentration negligible. Pulling over, he stuck the shift in neutral and took a deep, shuddering breath.
He could still feel the light touch of Viggo’s mouth pressed to his. He raised his hand to his lips, elated.
God that had been hard! Pulling back, walking away, when all he had wanted to do was gather that man into his arms and never let go!
But he’d managed it. Sean knew he was grinning insanely. If anyone had walked past right then they’d have been in fear of their lives because of the maniac look on his face. He didn’t give a toss!
He kissed me back! The tiniest feeling of returned pressure, that’s all it had been, but it was enough. He hadn’t yelled, hadn’t pushed Sean away in shock. Actually, he hadn’t done anything . . .
Not a thing.
But he did kiss you back, Sean told himself. He’d been expecting the exact opposite reaction, he now realized. He’d not been as confident as he’d first thought.
I am un-rejected. Why?
Sat there, thinking about it, for goodness knows how long. His mind replaying it over and over, reaching conclusions and discarding them. Eventually finding only one.
Sean could hardly credit it.
Could Orli have been right?
Fuck! Did that thought make his chest hurt, or what!
The grin was back. The stupid, silly grin. And he was chanting to himself under his breath. OrliwasrightOrliewasright
He was being a complete dickhead and he didn’t care! He punched the air like a celebrating footy player, drummed his hands on the wheel. Hee hee!
His watch beeped at him as he prepared to finish the drive home. He did have an early call in the morning, though he doubted he’d get much sleep.
OrliwasrightOrliewasright
Another thought penetrated his Viggo-sodden brain as he was shutting his front door behind him.
Viggo must have found it by now.
Sean knew it would be while before his idiotic grin faded.
**
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Date: 2003-12-31 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-12-31 08:33 pm (UTC)Darn, too late.
There is a switch coming up . . . .
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Date: 2003-12-31 04:32 pm (UTC)I totally love the slow build-up here. And sneaky!Sean . . . *snickers*
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Date: 2003-12-31 05:02 pm (UTC)*waits for more*
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Date: 2003-12-31 05:15 pm (UTC)Please? More?
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Date: 2003-12-31 05:54 pm (UTC)