rugbytackle | Sometimes

Okay, now to try one with chapters...and a bit more of a plot!

FIC: Sometimes 1 / 9
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: PG (NC17 later)
PAIRING: OB/VM (implied), SB/VM
WARNING: angst, HET relationship, a bit mean to the elf (sorry, but had to get VM to stop bonking him somehow!)
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these people. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Sean doesn’t know who he wants to hit ...
Thank you to

owlgrey for her spellability!!!!

Sometimes Sean just wanted to hit Viggo and tonight was definitely one of those nights. Sean ran the fingertips of his right hand slowly up and down the condensation of his beer glass while the fingers of his left hand drummed impatiently on his thigh. Tonight turned out to be a mistake even though it seemed liked a good idea at the time.

Several members of the cast had decided to take the opportunity of a late make up call the next day to hit their favourite local. Although the ‘enthusiasm’ of the Hobbits could grate on Sean’s nerves by reminding him that his stamina wasn’t what it was, he couldn’t pass up a night of companionable drinking and the chance to catch up with Viggo. Outside of formal Aragorn and Boromir dialogues on set and hurried greetings in the make up trailer, Sean hadn’t seen much of his friend since Viggo hooked up with Orlando.

A slight frown crossed Sean’s face at this thought. Although he tried to understand the whole ‘thing’ between Viggo and Orlando it still bothered Sean as much as it did when Viggo confided in him just a few weeks earlier that Orlando had paid him a late night visit. Initially Sean thought, or hoped, this was just the culmination of Viggo having spent quite a lot of time listening to Orlando’s despair over the break-up with his girlfriend in the UK, but then again, maybe after a long line of ‘fuck buddies’ it was simply Viggo’s turn. Sean scowled at how harsh that thought played in his head and he had to admit Orlando had stayed with Viggo longer than his ‘others’, but he also knew their relationship wasn’t right. Orlando was a sweet guy, but he was young and Sean worried that Viggo was taking this a lot more seriously than Orlando intended it to be… Sean knew Viggo wasn’t naïve, but …... "Oh fuck it!" Sean thought, they are both adults and it is really none of his business anyway.

Okay, so here he was ready for his ‘night of companionable drinking and chance to catch up with Viggo’ … well that was the plan.

Billy, Dom and Elijah left them in peace early in the evening managing to lay claim to the much sought after pool table. Sean smiled at them; despite the closeness of the three Hobbits it was obvious that Billy and Dom seemed to share a secret language that frequently resulted in Elijah falling victim to their good natured pranks and jibes. Even though they finally filled him in that their game ‘Tig’ was pure fabrication, Elijah still struggled on trying to understand Billy’s latest version of ‘Braveheart’ pool not realizing it was just an excuse to frustrate him while slamming whisky shots and shrieking nonsensical battle cries. After watching the younger men’s antics and shouting encouragement to Elijah, Sean turned away from the playground and toward Viggo.

"Poor little bugger has no idea what they are doing to him." Sean chuckled with a slight shake of his head.

"It’s not so bad, he seems to be having fun anyway." Viggo replied, but Sean could see that his attention wasn’t focused on either the pool table or his drinking companion. Viggo’s usual slouch was noticeably absent as he sat hunched over several empty glasses. His eyes couldn’t seem to settle and flicked between the door and the clock, rarely making contact with Sean’s own. "Definitely not the usual Viggo," Sean pondered. He tried a few more inane comments without much luck, only managing to engage Viggo briefly with a discussion of the next day’s shooting schedule. Even this, however, was fleeting and with another glance at the clock above the bar it became obvious that Viggo was distracted and Sean wasn’t going to have the night he wanted.

"Maybe he stood you up?" Sean growled petulantly but inwardly flinched when he saw the look Viggo shot him. Sean couldn’t understand why this bothered him so much and why he was baiting Viggo rather than offering him support. Both men sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before Viggo quietly said he was going to the bar for another drink. He made to move out of the booth only to have his exit blocked by incoming Hobbits. Trapped at the back of the booth they had no option but to listen to the tales of battles won and an awful lot of cheating.

"I would have kicked their asses except they kept coming up with all these stupid rules and penalties!" Elijah shouted across the table at Billy whose expression was a picture of shocked innocence, "Oh come on Lij, even you must know that a winning shot actually loses cos we are in the southern hemisphere and water runs backwards."

"Bullshit!" Elijah shrieked to anyone who would listen.

"I’m sorry Lij, but it is true," Dom nodded with his most serious expression, "and don’t forget your penalty is to buy us all a round of scotch."

Dom and Billy looked at each other, gave a single nod and repeated the action at Elijah who groaned loudly before heading to the bar.

"You two are right bastards to the kid," Sean laughed as he shook his head.

"Oh he loves it Beanie, isn’t that right Vig?" Billy chuckled turning his attention to Viggo.

"Yeah, I guess so." Viggo replied quietly.

Dom frowned and shrugged at the subdued response until Sean informed him that the future king obviously had something or someone else on his mind. Billy wasn’t so easily convinced and gently asked Viggo if he was all right to which Viggo smiled for the first time that night and assured him he was fine. Sean winced at his own actions and put his hand on Viggo’s shoulder, "Come Vig, you know what Orli’s like, I bet he got sidetracked on the way here or went to the wrong pub."

"Yeah, knowing elfboy he is probably sitting across town wondering where the hell we are!" Dom joined in, "besides, what can he do that we can’t?"

Sean nearly choked on his beer and even Viggo laughed while clapping Sean on the back. By the time Elijah made it back to the booth with a tray of drinks all the men were laughing and coming up with a whole string of lewd suggestions, "What did I miss?"

"Believe me, you don’t want to know," Viggo chuckled, only to have Dom suggest that Elijah was very flexible. All but a very bewildered Elijah started to laugh uncontrollably throwing in even cruder suggestions.

Sean was relieved that the mood had lightened and he could finally enjoy a night out with his mates, however his relief was short lived when he heard a very familiar voice shouting over the laughter.

"Hi guys, sorry I’m late” Orlando stood at the end of the booth with a beaming grin on is face and a pretty blonde on his arm, “but I had to go to the airport."

All eyes turned to Orlando as he continued, "This is Sarah and she has just flown in from England to see me!"

Orlando’s elation was obvious as he babbled on about how they were going to ‘give it another go’ and he couldn’t believe she had travelled all this way to see him. Sean listened to Orlando, but was very aware that Viggo had gone very still beside him. He tried to use his peripheral vision to gauge Viggo’s reaction, but couldn’t quite make out his expression.

Finally Orlando exclaimed to a somewhat overwhelmed Sarah, "...and that is Viggo, he is awesome and I don’t know what I would have done without him when we broke up."

Sean now had an excuse to look directly at Viggo. He had visibly paled, but was trying very hard to smile at Sarah. He looked shaken.

Billy, who was not the fool of a Took he acted in the film and frequently in public, also recognized Viggo’s distress and gripped his forearm and announced in an overly serious tone, "Vig’s our King you know!"

"He is that," Sean agreed, “and we would do anything for our King” With this Sean put his arm around Viggo and squeezed his shoulder. Orlando laughed at the man and hobbit with their ‘King’ and pulled a couple of chairs over to the end of the booth.

Sean held on tight to Viggo reluctant to break the physical contact while Orlando’s attention was on him. Finally Orlando turned to Elijah and Sean slid his arm off Viggo’s shoulder giving him what he hoped was a supportive pat on the back on the way. Viggo avoided Sean’s gaze and in fact refused to meet anyone’s eyes. He was caged in the circle of the booth facing Orlando and his girlfriend.

Sean watched Viggo’s body language intensify and knew he had to get his friend out of this situation. He downed his drink and elbowed Elijah.

"Move it lad, let the men out to the bar. Come on Vig." Sean tugged Viggo’s shirtsleeve indicating him to follow.

Orlando grinned at them and Sean marvelled at the fact that Orlando seemed to have no idea of how much he was hurting the man he had spent the last few weeks fucking.

Before they reached the bar Viggo put his hand on Sean’s arm to stop him, "I have to leave Sean."

"Okay Vig, come on I’ll drive you home."

"No, you stay, I can walk." Viggo’s voice was quiet, but it was clear he was agitated.

"Don’t be daft, I said I’ll drive you." Sean insisted.

Viggo tensed and snapped, "Fucking hell Sean, just leave it!" Sean saw conflicting emotions cross Viggo’s face before he turned and fled toward the exit his pace quickening the closer he got to the door. Sean just stood and watched him go, but the desperate look in Viggo’s eyes kept replaying through his thoughts.

tbc