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rugbytackleTitle: Badass Too.
Series: None
Chapter: 1/1
Rated: R
Pairing: SB/VM
Disclaimer: RPS: Real Person Slash. Read it/Don’t read it. Make an adult decision.
Warning:
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No
Overall Summary: Sean is watching and plotting. Having dirty thoughts . . .
Chapter Summary: None
Author: Arden Elear
Email: thedarkvoice@hotmail.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
Sean’s never been one who’d refuse to look a gift horse in the mouth, to deny opportunity when it knocks and he’s not gonna start now. That little passion play he’s just witnessed is gonna come in very useful in the next few minutes.
Okay, that was weird. Viggo was marching across the paddock stomping and steaming.
Maybe he should . . .
Sean pokes his head out the trailer door again.
Now what?
Even weirder.
Young Orli, skidding in the mud. In hot pursuit.
Wait, now he’s . . . skulking? Orli is skulking?
What the?
Whose trailer is that anyway?
Oh right. Karl’s.
Ahh!
Viggos’ spat the dummy with them.
Good for you, mate.
Annoying little wankers. Disruptive annoying little wankers.
Wait. This might not be good.
Viggo’s got a fierce temper. Takes a lot to stoke it, but . . .
Maybe he should . . .
Might be best to go over there. Get a bit closer, like. Just in case.
Karl’s a big strong guy but if Viggo blows his top. . .
Hmm. Yeah. Keep an eye on things, eh?
*
What the fuck!
He kissed him!
Oh, I see. Giving Orlando and Karl a wee push, are we?
Still . . . Bastard!
You just wait Mortensen! You’ve gotta come back to your trailer sometime.
*
What is the definition of frustration?
Sean is thinking as he sits in the murk that is Viggo’s trailer.
For Sean, right now, it’s sitting on Viggo’s couch, surrounded by Viggo. The fucking air is ripe with his presence even though the man himself is on the other side of the carpark.
Kissing Karl.
Sean forces himself to relax. Takes a deep breath.
Kissing. Sean doesn’t do kissing. Not with guys.
Best thing about guys, actually.
Don’t need to worry ‘bout any of the romancing stuff that you have to agonize over with the birds.
Just mutual satisfaction in the form of rough, sweaty sex. Thanks mate and can I buy you a beer. Uncomplicated.
Usually.
Trouble is, now Sean wants to kiss.
A guy.
A specific guy.
Viggo. And do the other stuff as well, but first the kiss.
There’s just . . . something. Something about him. Something that hooks you, reels you in. Something about the chameleon-like Viggo that gets under your skin. And makes you think about kissing.
But he says ‘no’, doesn’t he.
Viggo, that is.
Likes you, might even want you, but he’s not gonna indulge his-fucking-self because he’s on some fucking self-denial kick. Good for the soul or somesuch rubbish.
But then he goes and kisses Karl.
He likes Viggo. Really likes Viggo. And respects him, too. That’s why he’d not pursued it.
But now . . .
Now, all bets are off.
Sean’s never been one who’d refuse to look a gift horse in the mouth, to deny opportunity when it knocks and he’s not gonna start now. That little passion play he’s just witnessed is gonna come in very useful in the next few minutes.
If not, there’s Plan B.
Knock the stubborn sod on the back of the head and drag him into the damned bed!
*
“So what was all that about then?”
Oh, what a guilty look. I most definitely get to him, Sean thinks. This is promising.
Viggo’s standing next to the cupboards, looking at Sean, his mouth open. Sean can almost see his brain whirring in behind his eyes as he tries frantically to think.
He knows he’s in trouble and he’s just digging himself a deeper and deeper hole.
Sean gets up and moves in.
This is fun. He’s backing up, but he’s not going far.
Hellooo, table. Table, meet Viggo’s butt. Butt, that’s a table behind you.
“What did you do to Karl, Vig?”
Nothing like a bit of menace. Sean does good menace. Years of practice.
Viggo’s thinking he’s trapped. And he is. And he is not getting away.
Sean puts a hand on either side of him, on that helpful table, just to be sure.
Just to add a bit more menace.
Leans in, crowding. Oh, yeah. He wants this.
Words are highly over-rated at times.
Body language. That’s what it’s all about.
Viggo leans back. Pulling his upper body out of range.
Bad move, Viggo. You left your groin behind.
Pushes his hips forward. Touching.
Viggo? Are you hard?
Why, yes. I believe you are.
*
“He kissed him.”
Oh, bugger! It’s the annoying wankers.
Thank you for the news flash Orlando. Now, sod off!
Aww. Viggo got rid of them. Nice Viggo.
*
“You kissed Karl?”
Not that Sean cares, not really. Means to an end is all. Sean’s pretty sure that Viggo’s no longer thinking about spirituality or centering or celibacy or any other damned thing other than Sean’s hips pressing against his and Sean’s face just inches away from his own.
Sean’s thinking about it too.
Thinking about getting his hands into that soft tumble of hair and holding on so tight he might never be able to let go. About the feel of that long, lean body pressed hard against him, trembling, and firm muscles in all the right places. Hard.
And about that mouth, those perfect, perfect lips not a quarter of an inch away and just so . . . fucking . . . ripe.
“Umm.”
Ooh, yes. Oh God, yes. Hot and wet and just so fucking nice. And he tastes like tea and smoke and Sean’s hands are tangled in his hair and he is hard and . . . Oh, God, this is . . .
. . . Just.
. . . Yeah.
*
Fin
Series: None
Chapter: 1/1
Rated: R
Pairing: SB/VM
Disclaimer: RPS: Real Person Slash. Read it/Don’t read it. Make an adult decision.
Warning:
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No
Overall Summary: Sean is watching and plotting. Having dirty thoughts . . .
Chapter Summary: None
Author: Arden Elear
Email: thedarkvoice@hotmail.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
Sean’s never been one who’d refuse to look a gift horse in the mouth, to deny opportunity when it knocks and he’s not gonna start now. That little passion play he’s just witnessed is gonna come in very useful in the next few minutes.
Okay, that was weird. Viggo was marching across the paddock stomping and steaming.
Maybe he should . . .
Sean pokes his head out the trailer door again.
Now what?
Even weirder.
Young Orli, skidding in the mud. In hot pursuit.
Wait, now he’s . . . skulking? Orli is skulking?
What the?
Whose trailer is that anyway?
Oh right. Karl’s.
Ahh!
Viggos’ spat the dummy with them.
Good for you, mate.
Annoying little wankers. Disruptive annoying little wankers.
Wait. This might not be good.
Viggo’s got a fierce temper. Takes a lot to stoke it, but . . .
Maybe he should . . .
Might be best to go over there. Get a bit closer, like. Just in case.
Karl’s a big strong guy but if Viggo blows his top. . .
Hmm. Yeah. Keep an eye on things, eh?
*
What the fuck!
He kissed him!
Oh, I see. Giving Orlando and Karl a wee push, are we?
Still . . . Bastard!
You just wait Mortensen! You’ve gotta come back to your trailer sometime.
*
What is the definition of frustration?
Sean is thinking as he sits in the murk that is Viggo’s trailer.
For Sean, right now, it’s sitting on Viggo’s couch, surrounded by Viggo. The fucking air is ripe with his presence even though the man himself is on the other side of the carpark.
Kissing Karl.
Sean forces himself to relax. Takes a deep breath.
Kissing. Sean doesn’t do kissing. Not with guys.
Best thing about guys, actually.
Don’t need to worry ‘bout any of the romancing stuff that you have to agonize over with the birds.
Just mutual satisfaction in the form of rough, sweaty sex. Thanks mate and can I buy you a beer. Uncomplicated.
Usually.
Trouble is, now Sean wants to kiss.
A guy.
A specific guy.
Viggo. And do the other stuff as well, but first the kiss.
There’s just . . . something. Something about him. Something that hooks you, reels you in. Something about the chameleon-like Viggo that gets under your skin. And makes you think about kissing.
But he says ‘no’, doesn’t he.
Viggo, that is.
Likes you, might even want you, but he’s not gonna indulge his-fucking-self because he’s on some fucking self-denial kick. Good for the soul or somesuch rubbish.
But then he goes and kisses Karl.
He likes Viggo. Really likes Viggo. And respects him, too. That’s why he’d not pursued it.
But now . . .
Now, all bets are off.
Sean’s never been one who’d refuse to look a gift horse in the mouth, to deny opportunity when it knocks and he’s not gonna start now. That little passion play he’s just witnessed is gonna come in very useful in the next few minutes.
If not, there’s Plan B.
Knock the stubborn sod on the back of the head and drag him into the damned bed!
*
“So what was all that about then?”
Oh, what a guilty look. I most definitely get to him, Sean thinks. This is promising.
Viggo’s standing next to the cupboards, looking at Sean, his mouth open. Sean can almost see his brain whirring in behind his eyes as he tries frantically to think.
He knows he’s in trouble and he’s just digging himself a deeper and deeper hole.
Sean gets up and moves in.
This is fun. He’s backing up, but he’s not going far.
Hellooo, table. Table, meet Viggo’s butt. Butt, that’s a table behind you.
“What did you do to Karl, Vig?”
Nothing like a bit of menace. Sean does good menace. Years of practice.
Viggo’s thinking he’s trapped. And he is. And he is not getting away.
Sean puts a hand on either side of him, on that helpful table, just to be sure.
Just to add a bit more menace.
Leans in, crowding. Oh, yeah. He wants this.
Words are highly over-rated at times.
Body language. That’s what it’s all about.
Viggo leans back. Pulling his upper body out of range.
Bad move, Viggo. You left your groin behind.
Pushes his hips forward. Touching.
Viggo? Are you hard?
Why, yes. I believe you are.
*
“He kissed him.”
Oh, bugger! It’s the annoying wankers.
Thank you for the news flash Orlando. Now, sod off!
Aww. Viggo got rid of them. Nice Viggo.
*
“You kissed Karl?”
Not that Sean cares, not really. Means to an end is all. Sean’s pretty sure that Viggo’s no longer thinking about spirituality or centering or celibacy or any other damned thing other than Sean’s hips pressing against his and Sean’s face just inches away from his own.
Sean’s thinking about it too.
Thinking about getting his hands into that soft tumble of hair and holding on so tight he might never be able to let go. About the feel of that long, lean body pressed hard against him, trembling, and firm muscles in all the right places. Hard.
And about that mouth, those perfect, perfect lips not a quarter of an inch away and just so . . . fucking . . . ripe.
“Umm.”
Ooh, yes. Oh God, yes. Hot and wet and just so fucking nice. And he tastes like tea and smoke and Sean’s hands are tangled in his hair and he is hard and . . . Oh, God, this is . . .
. . . Just.
. . . Yeah.
*
Fin
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Date: 2004-01-22 01:17 am (UTC)Hellooo, table. Table, meet Viggo’s butt. Butt, that’s a table behind you.
Something about that line absolutely cracked me up! Wonderful! Love your bunnies for this one! *hands them a bushel of carrots* Now bunnies go forth and multiply some more! haha :)
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Date: 2004-01-22 01:33 am (UTC)Wonderful idea...
This is great. Enjoyed it a lot.
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Date: 2004-01-22 02:51 am (UTC)wait, it made me giggle too.
delicious. ;)
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Date: 2004-01-22 04:36 am (UTC)Bwahahahahaha! Not thinking in complex sentences anymore, are we?
Perfect companion piece! Just love them both.
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Date: 2004-01-22 07:25 am (UTC)i love this...maybe a sequel is in the works???
*begs for Viggo/Sean smut*
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Date: 2004-01-22 09:55 am (UTC)Yup, that strategy has my vote! :-)
Enjoyed this -- the touches of humour and the structure are great.
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Date: 2004-01-22 01:12 pm (UTC)