Sometimes - Chapter Three
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owlgrey I know it is a bit of an angst fest ... but I just can't help myself!
FIC: Sometimes 3 / 9
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: PG
PAIRING: OB/VM (implied), SB/VM
WARNING: Very angsty and vomiting
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these people. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Drowning sorrows.
Even though the bedroom had been empty Sean closed the door as quietly and carefully as he had opened it several minutes earlier. His mind tumbled over and over trying to guess Viggo’s hiding place.
The deck! It suddenly hit him; of course Viggo would head outside. Sean cut through the kitchen kicking the paper bag on his way. He picked it up and saw the logo of a local off-licence, “Okay Vig, you are off drowning your sorrows somewhere.” Sean smiled. This was something he understood.
Sure enough the back door was wide open and Sean walked out to the deck. He scowled as a quick scan of the area showed he was alone amongst the odd collection of outdoor furniture. Sean ran his fingers through his beard and he moved to the deck railing. His eyes strained over the dark beach below until he saw something, or someone, lying at the water’s edge.
“Gotcha,” Sean thought as he ran down the steps to the sand and jogged over the distant figure. Viggo was lying on the sand with the waves lapping over his legs and a near empty bottle of scotch clutched in his hand.
“You daft bugger.” Sean said as he sat down on the sand to assess Viggo’s state. He gently took the bottle from Viggo’s hand and lifted it to his own lips. “At least I can’t fault your taste in whisky… Now what am I gonna do with you?” He shook his head and gave Viggo’s shoulder a light shove; no response. Sean realized that a more aggressive approach was needed. He moved onto his knees, gripped Viggo’s forearms and, with a grunt, managed to haul him into a sitting position.
This finally elicited a response from Viggo as he groaned, “Fuck off Sean. Leave me alone.”
“Yeah, I love you too Sunshine!” Sean replied as put his arm around his drunken friend’s waist and dragged him to his feet.
Their first few steps toward the house were tentative as Sean tried to keep his balance in the wet sand. Eventually he was able to initiate a forward momentum despite the near dead weight on his arm. “Fuck you’re heavy Vig, come on you’ve got to help a bit…”
With a lot of effort and cursing Sean neared the steps of the deck, but before he could catch him Viggo slipped from his grasp and fell to his knees. Sean laid a comforting hand on Viggo’s back as he vomited a vast amount of fluid into the sand. The stench of whisky rose to Sean’s nostrils as he rubbed his hand in a soothing motion. “That’s it mate. A waste of good whisky, but as my old dad used to say better out that in.”
“Oh fuck.” Viggo groaned as he sat back up and leaned against Sean.
“Yep that about sums it up,” Sean agreed. He felt rather than saw that Viggo had started shivering and added, “Come on Vig, up again and we’ll get you into bed.”
With his arm wrapped tightly around Viggo, Sean managed to get up the steps to the deck and in the back door. He kicked the door closed behind them and looked up the flight of stairs to the bedrooms and cursed Viggo’s choice of a two storey house. Sean took a breath, braced himself and began the climb. By the time they made it to the bedroom Sean was breathing heavily and Viggo was a definite shade of grey.
“To bed with you my friend,” Sean announced “but first, you have to get out of these wet clothes.” Viggo attempted to undo his shirt buttons with one hand while holding on to Sean to stop himself from swaying precariously with the other. Sean smiled as he shook his head and helped Viggo rid himself of his shirt. Sean had seen Viggo naked in the trailer enough times so he had no problem shedding Viggo of his wet jeans and underwear, only stopping to let Viggo sit on the bed after he nearly toppled over trying to extricate his feet from the sodden denim.
Sean rummaged through a pile of clothes on a nearby chair until he found a pair of crumpled sweatpants and turned to give them to Viggo, only to find that Viggo had all ready crawled up the bed and settled. Sean threw the sweats back on the chair and pulled the sheet over Viggo.
With Viggo safely in bed Sean wasn’t sure whether to head home or crash in the spare room. He settled for the latter because it was closer and he knew a few good hangover remedies, not all of them pleasant he grinned. Sean was nearly at the door when Viggo mumbled into his pillow, “Stay.”
“Don’t worry Vig, I’m staying. I’ll just be in the spare room.” Sean replied returning to the side of the bed.
Viggo moved his head slightly so he could see Sean and quietly asked, “Stay with me Sean?”
Sean hesitated, unsure about sharing Viggo’s bed, but reasoned it was a big bed and they would stay on their own sides. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the bed as carefully as he could so as not to jostle Viggo too much. He stretched out and watched as Viggo turned to face him. Sean smiled and gently pushed the hair off Viggo’s face and whispered, “Get some sleep mate.” Viggo closed his eyes and with a quiet mumble that Sean couldn’t quite make out he drifted into an alcohol-induced sleep.
Sean lay and watched Viggo sleep for quite a while and considered his friendship with this man. Viggo was the closest to his age and had been through similar situations in his life so it was obvious that they would become good friends. But Sean knew there was more to it. They shared many ideologies and disagreed passionately on others, but there was mutual respect. And Sean knew that he respected Viggo more than anyone he knew…even if he had just watched him vomit on the beach. Sean came to the conclusion that Viggo was a mass of contradictions; in one instance he was raucous, smoked cigars and named the lovely Cate ‘Her Cuntliness’ and yet he could be thoughtful, introverted and easily hurt. Viggo was regarded as the strong one on the cast who seemed to be everyone’s protector, but Sean believed he sometimes needed a little protecting himself. Finally, Sean drifted off to sleep listening to Viggo’s steady breathing.
A movement in the bed woke Sean and he looked at the unfamiliar clock to read it was still the early hours of the morning. He saw the reflected light of the ensuite before Viggo closed the door. Sean waited for his return, but after ten minutes headed for the bathroom door. He stood and listened, but couldn’t make out any sounds.
“Vig are you okay?” he asked, but his only reply was the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up.
Sean opened the door to the pathetic sight of his friend sitting naked on the white tiled floor next to the toilet.
“I’m sorry Sean.” Viggo moaned before he was hit by another wave of nausea.
Sean crouched on the floor next to him, holding his hair while he massaged his back, “Shit Vig, haven’t we done this tonight all ready?”
Viggo sat back with a miserable expression, “I’m so sorry Sean, you don’t need this shit. I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t believe I reacted this way. I knew Orli only wanted sex, something to do between real relationships.” The tears started to fall down Viggo’s cheeks and Sean wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in close.
“That doesn’t make you an idiot Vig.” Sean whispered into Viggo’s hair. “Orlando just needs to grow up a bit.” And maybe a thumping he wanted to add.
“Orli didn’t know how I felt, it’s not his fault he didn’t love me,” Sean could barely hear Viggo’s words as he continued to hold him. “I made the mistake, I expected more than he was willing to give… I know I made a complete fool of myself Sean. Don’t tell him, he’s a good person, I don’t want him hurt… please Sean.”
Sean cradled Viggo in his arms until he quietened down and then said, “Come on Vig, back to bed. It wouldn’t do my reputation any good to be found cuddling a naked man in a bathroom.” He gently unwrapped his arms and helped Viggo to his feet and led him back to the bed.
Viggo wouldn’t meet Sean’s eyes and lay on his side with his back to him. Sean got into the bed and recognized the misery in Viggo’s posture. He gently smoothed Viggo’s hair as he moved up close behind him. For once Sean didn’t consider how this would look to the outside world and curled his arm around Viggo pulling him back into his embrace.
“Thanks Sean.” Viggo murmured.
Sean’s mouth touched Viggo’s ear as he whispered, “It’s okay mate, we all need a little protecting sometimes.”
tbc
owlgrey I know it is a bit of an angst fest ... but I just can't help myself!FIC: Sometimes 3 / 9
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: PG
PAIRING: OB/VM (implied), SB/VM
WARNING: Very angsty and vomiting
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these people. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Drowning sorrows.
Even though the bedroom had been empty Sean closed the door as quietly and carefully as he had opened it several minutes earlier. His mind tumbled over and over trying to guess Viggo’s hiding place.
The deck! It suddenly hit him; of course Viggo would head outside. Sean cut through the kitchen kicking the paper bag on his way. He picked it up and saw the logo of a local off-licence, “Okay Vig, you are off drowning your sorrows somewhere.” Sean smiled. This was something he understood.
Sure enough the back door was wide open and Sean walked out to the deck. He scowled as a quick scan of the area showed he was alone amongst the odd collection of outdoor furniture. Sean ran his fingers through his beard and he moved to the deck railing. His eyes strained over the dark beach below until he saw something, or someone, lying at the water’s edge.
“Gotcha,” Sean thought as he ran down the steps to the sand and jogged over the distant figure. Viggo was lying on the sand with the waves lapping over his legs and a near empty bottle of scotch clutched in his hand.
“You daft bugger.” Sean said as he sat down on the sand to assess Viggo’s state. He gently took the bottle from Viggo’s hand and lifted it to his own lips. “At least I can’t fault your taste in whisky… Now what am I gonna do with you?” He shook his head and gave Viggo’s shoulder a light shove; no response. Sean realized that a more aggressive approach was needed. He moved onto his knees, gripped Viggo’s forearms and, with a grunt, managed to haul him into a sitting position.
This finally elicited a response from Viggo as he groaned, “Fuck off Sean. Leave me alone.”
“Yeah, I love you too Sunshine!” Sean replied as put his arm around his drunken friend’s waist and dragged him to his feet.
Their first few steps toward the house were tentative as Sean tried to keep his balance in the wet sand. Eventually he was able to initiate a forward momentum despite the near dead weight on his arm. “Fuck you’re heavy Vig, come on you’ve got to help a bit…”
With a lot of effort and cursing Sean neared the steps of the deck, but before he could catch him Viggo slipped from his grasp and fell to his knees. Sean laid a comforting hand on Viggo’s back as he vomited a vast amount of fluid into the sand. The stench of whisky rose to Sean’s nostrils as he rubbed his hand in a soothing motion. “That’s it mate. A waste of good whisky, but as my old dad used to say better out that in.”
“Oh fuck.” Viggo groaned as he sat back up and leaned against Sean.
“Yep that about sums it up,” Sean agreed. He felt rather than saw that Viggo had started shivering and added, “Come on Vig, up again and we’ll get you into bed.”
With his arm wrapped tightly around Viggo, Sean managed to get up the steps to the deck and in the back door. He kicked the door closed behind them and looked up the flight of stairs to the bedrooms and cursed Viggo’s choice of a two storey house. Sean took a breath, braced himself and began the climb. By the time they made it to the bedroom Sean was breathing heavily and Viggo was a definite shade of grey.
“To bed with you my friend,” Sean announced “but first, you have to get out of these wet clothes.” Viggo attempted to undo his shirt buttons with one hand while holding on to Sean to stop himself from swaying precariously with the other. Sean smiled as he shook his head and helped Viggo rid himself of his shirt. Sean had seen Viggo naked in the trailer enough times so he had no problem shedding Viggo of his wet jeans and underwear, only stopping to let Viggo sit on the bed after he nearly toppled over trying to extricate his feet from the sodden denim.
Sean rummaged through a pile of clothes on a nearby chair until he found a pair of crumpled sweatpants and turned to give them to Viggo, only to find that Viggo had all ready crawled up the bed and settled. Sean threw the sweats back on the chair and pulled the sheet over Viggo.
With Viggo safely in bed Sean wasn’t sure whether to head home or crash in the spare room. He settled for the latter because it was closer and he knew a few good hangover remedies, not all of them pleasant he grinned. Sean was nearly at the door when Viggo mumbled into his pillow, “Stay.”
“Don’t worry Vig, I’m staying. I’ll just be in the spare room.” Sean replied returning to the side of the bed.
Viggo moved his head slightly so he could see Sean and quietly asked, “Stay with me Sean?”
Sean hesitated, unsure about sharing Viggo’s bed, but reasoned it was a big bed and they would stay on their own sides. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the bed as carefully as he could so as not to jostle Viggo too much. He stretched out and watched as Viggo turned to face him. Sean smiled and gently pushed the hair off Viggo’s face and whispered, “Get some sleep mate.” Viggo closed his eyes and with a quiet mumble that Sean couldn’t quite make out he drifted into an alcohol-induced sleep.
Sean lay and watched Viggo sleep for quite a while and considered his friendship with this man. Viggo was the closest to his age and had been through similar situations in his life so it was obvious that they would become good friends. But Sean knew there was more to it. They shared many ideologies and disagreed passionately on others, but there was mutual respect. And Sean knew that he respected Viggo more than anyone he knew…even if he had just watched him vomit on the beach. Sean came to the conclusion that Viggo was a mass of contradictions; in one instance he was raucous, smoked cigars and named the lovely Cate ‘Her Cuntliness’ and yet he could be thoughtful, introverted and easily hurt. Viggo was regarded as the strong one on the cast who seemed to be everyone’s protector, but Sean believed he sometimes needed a little protecting himself. Finally, Sean drifted off to sleep listening to Viggo’s steady breathing.
A movement in the bed woke Sean and he looked at the unfamiliar clock to read it was still the early hours of the morning. He saw the reflected light of the ensuite before Viggo closed the door. Sean waited for his return, but after ten minutes headed for the bathroom door. He stood and listened, but couldn’t make out any sounds.
“Vig are you okay?” he asked, but his only reply was the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up.
Sean opened the door to the pathetic sight of his friend sitting naked on the white tiled floor next to the toilet.
“I’m sorry Sean.” Viggo moaned before he was hit by another wave of nausea.
Sean crouched on the floor next to him, holding his hair while he massaged his back, “Shit Vig, haven’t we done this tonight all ready?”
Viggo sat back with a miserable expression, “I’m so sorry Sean, you don’t need this shit. I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t believe I reacted this way. I knew Orli only wanted sex, something to do between real relationships.” The tears started to fall down Viggo’s cheeks and Sean wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in close.
“That doesn’t make you an idiot Vig.” Sean whispered into Viggo’s hair. “Orlando just needs to grow up a bit.” And maybe a thumping he wanted to add.
“Orli didn’t know how I felt, it’s not his fault he didn’t love me,” Sean could barely hear Viggo’s words as he continued to hold him. “I made the mistake, I expected more than he was willing to give… I know I made a complete fool of myself Sean. Don’t tell him, he’s a good person, I don’t want him hurt… please Sean.”
Sean cradled Viggo in his arms until he quietened down and then said, “Come on Vig, back to bed. It wouldn’t do my reputation any good to be found cuddling a naked man in a bathroom.” He gently unwrapped his arms and helped Viggo to his feet and led him back to the bed.
Viggo wouldn’t meet Sean’s eyes and lay on his side with his back to him. Sean got into the bed and recognized the misery in Viggo’s posture. He gently smoothed Viggo’s hair as he moved up close behind him. For once Sean didn’t consider how this would look to the outside world and curled his arm around Viggo pulling him back into his embrace.
“Thanks Sean.” Viggo murmured.
Sean’s mouth touched Viggo’s ear as he whispered, “It’s okay mate, we all need a little protecting sometimes.”
tbc
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