Sometimes - Chapter Six
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rugbytackleFIC: Sometimes 6 / 9
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: PGish
PAIRING: SB/VM
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rugbytackling, more than mates, others please ask
WARNINGS: can't think of any...okay...angsty
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these people. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Tea and red wine
BETA:owlgrey
Funny how a cup of tea can help put things into perspective, Sean mused as he sat in the catering tent surrounded by an odd assortment of Middle Earth dwellers. He wrapped his fingers around his mug; Sean refused to drink tea out of a polystyrene cup so there was always a mug labelled ‘Bean’s Mug – hands off’ in the catering kitchen. It amazed Sean how this mug turned up in catering no matter where they were filming. He took another mouthful and held the sweet liquid in his mouth before swallowing. Even the act of drinking tea was therapeutic he concluded.
This simple action had calmed him to the point where he could ignore the ‘poncey super model elves’ that filled the room. He would be glad when the Lothlorien shoot was over and the set would be teaming with Uruk Hai and Orcs again. Those guys had a sense of humour and definitely didn’t comb their hair as much.
Sean sighed and sat back in his chair, he had managed to think about everything except the reason why he was hiding here. “Shit,” Sean thought, “I did the one thing he asked me not to.” Sean absently rubbed his hand over his beard, Viggo’s violent reaction had thrown him, he hadn’t expected that. What the hell did he expect? Viggo to fall at the feet of his knight in shining armor? Yeah right. Viggo reacted exactly the way Sean would have if the situation was reversed. Sean was just so pissed off with Orlando’s insensitive behaviour and he had to admit he wanted to get a similar reaction from Viggo. Sean wanted Viggo to get angry with Orlando and tell the little git off…but that didn’t happen. Sean dropped his head to the table with a little more force than intended causing several ‘perfect cheekbones’ to cast a curious glance in his direction.
“You just made things worse didn’t you Bean?” Sean mumbled miserably.
“Talking to yourself again human?” Dom asked as he sat next to Sean, “you well and truly ballsed that one up mate.”
“One of my many skills,” Sean tried to smile, but didn’t quite succeed.
“Come on hero, let’s get back to the set and do what we’re paid for.” Dom joked and got up to leave.
Sean got up to follow, but had to ask “Is Vig back?”
Dom’s smile was warm as he replied, “Not yet, but come on… poets aren’t that scary.”
“So I thought…” Sean said as he followed him towards the set.
By the time they arrived on set Peter was running through the schedule. Sean caught Viggo’s eye once before they both quickly found other things to look at. Most of the action today was centred around Frodo and Galadriel so the rest of the fellowship only had pick ups to do. Sean was relieved because he knew the ‘white towers’ dialogue between Aragorn and Boromir was coming up and knew neither of them could face it today.
The fellowship spent the afternoon scattered around the set working with various second unit teams and by early evening they had completed the running list. Sean had seen very little of Viggo or Orlando throughout the shoot and felt his stomach knot as he entered the trailer to find Viggo all ready in his chair having his makeup removed.
Karen smiled at him as he sat down without a word. For once he wished Elijah was around with his endless supply of bloody awful cd’s. Anything would be better than this silence. Viggo’s eyes were shut, but Sean could see the muscles in his jaw were clenched. Freda, one of the other makeup artists, entered the trailer with the offer of help because it was a slow day today…only one set of hobbit feet required. Sean was glad of the other person and he began to relax as Freda and Karen chatted about people only they knew.
Viggo was ready before Sean and moved to the other end of the trailer to change into his street clothes. Sean could almost feel the tension and he dropped his gaze when Viggo moved past him. By the time Sean had lost his wig and makeup Viggo had finished changing and returned to his chair. As he hung Boromir’s tunic on the rack Sean was surprised to see that Viggo was still there…waiting.
Sean hesitated, unsure what to do or say. They were alone in the trailer and Sean didn’t know whether to sit down or leave Viggo sitting at his station and say goodbye. A few uncomfortable moments dragged by before Sean quietly sighed, “Bye Vig,” and moved for the door. His hand was on the door knob before he heard Viggo say, “Can you come round for dinner tonight Sean?” He said it so softly that Sean had the option to pretend he didn’t hear and continue out the trailer. But Sean took a breath and replied, “Usual time.” It wasn’t a question but an affirmation that maybe things could go back to normal.
The numbers on Sean’s dashboard changed to 8pm as he sat behind the wheel in Viggo’s driveway. That was the usual time…but it also meant he had been sitting there for nearly ten minutes. After he left the trailer, Sean had hurried home and showered. He rummaged through his wardrobe trying to decide what to wear eventually telling himself to just bloody throw on a t-shirt and jeans, it was just dinner with Viggo after all. He dressed and looked at the clock, it was only 7.15, too early to leave. Sean pulled out a pen and the postcards he kept meaning to write to his girls. He got as far as jotting down the address before he realized he was looking at the clock again.
“Fucking hell Bean, it’s not a bloody date,” Sean cursed himself as he put the postcards back in the drawer. He stood tapping his fingers on the desk top, looked at his watch and with the exclamation, “Wine!” he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door.
Sean looked at the bottle of red in the paper bag on the car seat and then back to the dash clock, 8.03pm. Time to go in. With that thought he looked towards the front door and was startled to see Viggo leaning against the doorframe watching him, “Shit,” Sean thought, “how long has he been there?”
Viggo was standing with his arms folded by the time Sean made it to the door and greeted him with a quiet, “I didn’t think you were coming.”
Sean wasn’t sure if he meant to dinner or simply out of the car so he just smiled and walked through to the kitchen. He put the bottle on the bench and flopped down at the table where he could watch Viggo finish preparing the food. The situation was so familiar Sean began to relax and wonder how many times this scene had played, how many dinners had Viggo cooked for him while their conversations ambled from the mundane to the nonsensical. But no one spoke tonight.
Sean watched Viggo’s back as he drained the noodles and threw them in the wok with the stir-fry. They frequently shared comfortable silences, but this was not one of them. Both men wanted the old camaraderie back, but seemed unsure how to make it happen.
Finally Sean said, “I’m sorry Vig,”
Viggo stopped dishing the vegetables and turned to look at Sean. He didn’t say anything for quite a while, just leant back against the bench and held Sean’s gaze. Sean wanted to squirm under the intensity of that look afraid Viggo would launch into another tirade, but Viggo sighed and said, “I know,” and turned back to finish dishing the vegetables. He set one bowl in front of Sean and sat on the opposite side of the table.
“I’m sorry too Sean, can we just let it go now?” Viggo asked with a tentative smile, “I’m way too old to keep acting like a lovelorn adolescent.”
Even though he didn’t entirely believe Viggo, Sean’s relief was obvious as he grinned and stuffed a forkful of noodles in his mouth.
The rest of the dinner went well and the two men slowly fell into their comfortable bantering. They finished the red with the stir-fry, Viggo provided the next bottle to go with the ice cream and found another to take through to the lounge room. By the end of the third bottle Viggo was stretched out on the couch rambling about a drive he took on the South Island a couple of weeks earlier. Sean sat on the floor in front of him leaning back against the couch with another glass of wine in his hand. He grinned as he listened to Viggo’s drawl become even more pronounced and lay his head back on the cushion enjoying the warmth of gentle drunkenness.
Viggo paused in his story and laughed softly, “Am I sending you to sleep Bean?”
“Nah, just comfortable,” Sean replied then added, “but I want to ask you something Vig.”
Viggo didn’t reply, but Sean continued anyway hoping Viggo was drunk enough to give him an answer, “Do you love Orlando?”
“Fuck Sean, since when did you become a teenage girl?” Viggo quickly responded with forced humour.
Sean knew Viggo’s avoidance tactics and simply asked, “Well?”
Viggo was silent for a long time and Sean almost changed the subject when Viggo said very quietly, “I dunno Sean… I thought I did, but maybe I was just kidding myself.” Neither said anything until Viggo added only half joking, “Maybe it was just an ego thing…you know, responding to being lusted after by someone that young?”
Sean laughed, “Been there and have three failed marriages to prove it.”
“Face it Bean, we’re just a pair of losers.” Viggo chuckled and ran his hand over Sean’s hair.
Sean relaxed back into Viggo’s touch and started telling him about one of his less glorious forays in love. As Sean spoke he could feel Viggo’s fingers slipping slowly through his hair. It was a gentle soothing action although Sean’s scalp tingled as Viggo’s fingertips brushed his skin.
Sean continued with his tale hearing his voice falter slightly as Viggo’s hand slid down until his fingers slowly caressed the skin behind Sean’s ear. He didn’t even notice that he had tilted his head slightly to allow Viggo’s hand to move down his neck and brush lightly across his throat. He was only dimly aware that Viggo was moving behind him until Sean felt Viggo’s breath in his hair. Sean felt like he was pushing through treacle as he lifted his hand and rested it on Viggo’s neck. Warmth spread throughout him and he felt a twist in his gut as Viggo nuzzled his neck. “Man, I must be drunk,” Sean reasoned as he tightened his fingers in Viggo’s hair and noticed how good Viggo smelled when he wasn’t Aragorn.
Sean’s eyes closed and he felt himself shiver slightly as he turned until their faces were touching. Neither man moved. They just leaned against each other feeling the puffs of their quickened breathing. Neither was sure who moved, but their mouths brushed together, each lightly tasting the other. Sean was light headed as Viggo’s tongue ghosted along his bottom lip. He couldn’t breath. He was overwhelmed by Viggo’s touch and terrified by his own reaction.
“Vig stop,” Sean said as he pulled away from Viggo’s embrace shocked and shaken by his physical response to his friend. Both men were breathless as Sean stood up and said it was late and it was time he was heading home. Viggo looked at Sean and with an unsuccessful attempt at a smile agreed, “Yeah, I think we’ve both overdone the red. You’re a bad influence on me Bean.”
Sean chuckled at this, feeling like he had been let off the hook…alcohol, an easy excuse. Knowing he couldn’t drive, he rang for a taxi.
“You could stay if you want,” Viggo suggested, not quite sure what he was actually offering.
Sean could see the insecurity in Viggo’s eyes and tried to give him a reassuring smile, “Not tonight Vig…I’ll go wait for the taxi.”
But before he went out the door Sean tentatively brought his hand up to Viggo’s face and lightly caressed his cheek, “Night Vig.”
tbc
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: PGish
PAIRING: SB/VM
ARCHIVE:
rugbytackling, more than mates, others please askWARNINGS: can't think of any...okay...angsty
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these people. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Tea and red wine
BETA:
owlgreyFunny how a cup of tea can help put things into perspective, Sean mused as he sat in the catering tent surrounded by an odd assortment of Middle Earth dwellers. He wrapped his fingers around his mug; Sean refused to drink tea out of a polystyrene cup so there was always a mug labelled ‘Bean’s Mug – hands off’ in the catering kitchen. It amazed Sean how this mug turned up in catering no matter where they were filming. He took another mouthful and held the sweet liquid in his mouth before swallowing. Even the act of drinking tea was therapeutic he concluded.
This simple action had calmed him to the point where he could ignore the ‘poncey super model elves’ that filled the room. He would be glad when the Lothlorien shoot was over and the set would be teaming with Uruk Hai and Orcs again. Those guys had a sense of humour and definitely didn’t comb their hair as much.
Sean sighed and sat back in his chair, he had managed to think about everything except the reason why he was hiding here. “Shit,” Sean thought, “I did the one thing he asked me not to.” Sean absently rubbed his hand over his beard, Viggo’s violent reaction had thrown him, he hadn’t expected that. What the hell did he expect? Viggo to fall at the feet of his knight in shining armor? Yeah right. Viggo reacted exactly the way Sean would have if the situation was reversed. Sean was just so pissed off with Orlando’s insensitive behaviour and he had to admit he wanted to get a similar reaction from Viggo. Sean wanted Viggo to get angry with Orlando and tell the little git off…but that didn’t happen. Sean dropped his head to the table with a little more force than intended causing several ‘perfect cheekbones’ to cast a curious glance in his direction.
“You just made things worse didn’t you Bean?” Sean mumbled miserably.
“Talking to yourself again human?” Dom asked as he sat next to Sean, “you well and truly ballsed that one up mate.”
“One of my many skills,” Sean tried to smile, but didn’t quite succeed.
“Come on hero, let’s get back to the set and do what we’re paid for.” Dom joked and got up to leave.
Sean got up to follow, but had to ask “Is Vig back?”
Dom’s smile was warm as he replied, “Not yet, but come on… poets aren’t that scary.”
“So I thought…” Sean said as he followed him towards the set.
By the time they arrived on set Peter was running through the schedule. Sean caught Viggo’s eye once before they both quickly found other things to look at. Most of the action today was centred around Frodo and Galadriel so the rest of the fellowship only had pick ups to do. Sean was relieved because he knew the ‘white towers’ dialogue between Aragorn and Boromir was coming up and knew neither of them could face it today.
The fellowship spent the afternoon scattered around the set working with various second unit teams and by early evening they had completed the running list. Sean had seen very little of Viggo or Orlando throughout the shoot and felt his stomach knot as he entered the trailer to find Viggo all ready in his chair having his makeup removed.
Karen smiled at him as he sat down without a word. For once he wished Elijah was around with his endless supply of bloody awful cd’s. Anything would be better than this silence. Viggo’s eyes were shut, but Sean could see the muscles in his jaw were clenched. Freda, one of the other makeup artists, entered the trailer with the offer of help because it was a slow day today…only one set of hobbit feet required. Sean was glad of the other person and he began to relax as Freda and Karen chatted about people only they knew.
Viggo was ready before Sean and moved to the other end of the trailer to change into his street clothes. Sean could almost feel the tension and he dropped his gaze when Viggo moved past him. By the time Sean had lost his wig and makeup Viggo had finished changing and returned to his chair. As he hung Boromir’s tunic on the rack Sean was surprised to see that Viggo was still there…waiting.
Sean hesitated, unsure what to do or say. They were alone in the trailer and Sean didn’t know whether to sit down or leave Viggo sitting at his station and say goodbye. A few uncomfortable moments dragged by before Sean quietly sighed, “Bye Vig,” and moved for the door. His hand was on the door knob before he heard Viggo say, “Can you come round for dinner tonight Sean?” He said it so softly that Sean had the option to pretend he didn’t hear and continue out the trailer. But Sean took a breath and replied, “Usual time.” It wasn’t a question but an affirmation that maybe things could go back to normal.
The numbers on Sean’s dashboard changed to 8pm as he sat behind the wheel in Viggo’s driveway. That was the usual time…but it also meant he had been sitting there for nearly ten minutes. After he left the trailer, Sean had hurried home and showered. He rummaged through his wardrobe trying to decide what to wear eventually telling himself to just bloody throw on a t-shirt and jeans, it was just dinner with Viggo after all. He dressed and looked at the clock, it was only 7.15, too early to leave. Sean pulled out a pen and the postcards he kept meaning to write to his girls. He got as far as jotting down the address before he realized he was looking at the clock again.
“Fucking hell Bean, it’s not a bloody date,” Sean cursed himself as he put the postcards back in the drawer. He stood tapping his fingers on the desk top, looked at his watch and with the exclamation, “Wine!” he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door.
Sean looked at the bottle of red in the paper bag on the car seat and then back to the dash clock, 8.03pm. Time to go in. With that thought he looked towards the front door and was startled to see Viggo leaning against the doorframe watching him, “Shit,” Sean thought, “how long has he been there?”
Viggo was standing with his arms folded by the time Sean made it to the door and greeted him with a quiet, “I didn’t think you were coming.”
Sean wasn’t sure if he meant to dinner or simply out of the car so he just smiled and walked through to the kitchen. He put the bottle on the bench and flopped down at the table where he could watch Viggo finish preparing the food. The situation was so familiar Sean began to relax and wonder how many times this scene had played, how many dinners had Viggo cooked for him while their conversations ambled from the mundane to the nonsensical. But no one spoke tonight.
Sean watched Viggo’s back as he drained the noodles and threw them in the wok with the stir-fry. They frequently shared comfortable silences, but this was not one of them. Both men wanted the old camaraderie back, but seemed unsure how to make it happen.
Finally Sean said, “I’m sorry Vig,”
Viggo stopped dishing the vegetables and turned to look at Sean. He didn’t say anything for quite a while, just leant back against the bench and held Sean’s gaze. Sean wanted to squirm under the intensity of that look afraid Viggo would launch into another tirade, but Viggo sighed and said, “I know,” and turned back to finish dishing the vegetables. He set one bowl in front of Sean and sat on the opposite side of the table.
“I’m sorry too Sean, can we just let it go now?” Viggo asked with a tentative smile, “I’m way too old to keep acting like a lovelorn adolescent.”
Even though he didn’t entirely believe Viggo, Sean’s relief was obvious as he grinned and stuffed a forkful of noodles in his mouth.
The rest of the dinner went well and the two men slowly fell into their comfortable bantering. They finished the red with the stir-fry, Viggo provided the next bottle to go with the ice cream and found another to take through to the lounge room. By the end of the third bottle Viggo was stretched out on the couch rambling about a drive he took on the South Island a couple of weeks earlier. Sean sat on the floor in front of him leaning back against the couch with another glass of wine in his hand. He grinned as he listened to Viggo’s drawl become even more pronounced and lay his head back on the cushion enjoying the warmth of gentle drunkenness.
Viggo paused in his story and laughed softly, “Am I sending you to sleep Bean?”
“Nah, just comfortable,” Sean replied then added, “but I want to ask you something Vig.”
Viggo didn’t reply, but Sean continued anyway hoping Viggo was drunk enough to give him an answer, “Do you love Orlando?”
“Fuck Sean, since when did you become a teenage girl?” Viggo quickly responded with forced humour.
Sean knew Viggo’s avoidance tactics and simply asked, “Well?”
Viggo was silent for a long time and Sean almost changed the subject when Viggo said very quietly, “I dunno Sean… I thought I did, but maybe I was just kidding myself.” Neither said anything until Viggo added only half joking, “Maybe it was just an ego thing…you know, responding to being lusted after by someone that young?”
Sean laughed, “Been there and have three failed marriages to prove it.”
“Face it Bean, we’re just a pair of losers.” Viggo chuckled and ran his hand over Sean’s hair.
Sean relaxed back into Viggo’s touch and started telling him about one of his less glorious forays in love. As Sean spoke he could feel Viggo’s fingers slipping slowly through his hair. It was a gentle soothing action although Sean’s scalp tingled as Viggo’s fingertips brushed his skin.
Sean continued with his tale hearing his voice falter slightly as Viggo’s hand slid down until his fingers slowly caressed the skin behind Sean’s ear. He didn’t even notice that he had tilted his head slightly to allow Viggo’s hand to move down his neck and brush lightly across his throat. He was only dimly aware that Viggo was moving behind him until Sean felt Viggo’s breath in his hair. Sean felt like he was pushing through treacle as he lifted his hand and rested it on Viggo’s neck. Warmth spread throughout him and he felt a twist in his gut as Viggo nuzzled his neck. “Man, I must be drunk,” Sean reasoned as he tightened his fingers in Viggo’s hair and noticed how good Viggo smelled when he wasn’t Aragorn.
Sean’s eyes closed and he felt himself shiver slightly as he turned until their faces were touching. Neither man moved. They just leaned against each other feeling the puffs of their quickened breathing. Neither was sure who moved, but their mouths brushed together, each lightly tasting the other. Sean was light headed as Viggo’s tongue ghosted along his bottom lip. He couldn’t breath. He was overwhelmed by Viggo’s touch and terrified by his own reaction.
“Vig stop,” Sean said as he pulled away from Viggo’s embrace shocked and shaken by his physical response to his friend. Both men were breathless as Sean stood up and said it was late and it was time he was heading home. Viggo looked at Sean and with an unsuccessful attempt at a smile agreed, “Yeah, I think we’ve both overdone the red. You’re a bad influence on me Bean.”
Sean chuckled at this, feeling like he had been let off the hook…alcohol, an easy excuse. Knowing he couldn’t drive, he rang for a taxi.
“You could stay if you want,” Viggo suggested, not quite sure what he was actually offering.
Sean could see the insecurity in Viggo’s eyes and tried to give him a reassuring smile, “Not tonight Vig…I’ll go wait for the taxi.”
But before he went out the door Sean tentatively brought his hand up to Viggo’s face and lightly caressed his cheek, “Night Vig.”
tbc
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Sometimes Chapter 6
Date: 2004-01-30 10:23 am (UTC)Love "Bean's Mug - hands off."
Re: Sometimes Chapter 6
Date: 2004-02-02 03:41 am (UTC)Thank you! Don't you hate it when someone nicks your mug at work!!! Used my new aragorn one today!
Re: Sometimes Chapter 6
Date: 2004-02-02 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-30 01:44 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-02 03:46 am (UTC)I just imagined Beanie would be very fussy about things like his tea!
no subject
Date: 2004-01-30 06:46 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the next segment!
Re:
Date: 2004-02-02 03:48 am (UTC)Work is in the way at the moment, but another chapter real soon!
Orlando-smorlando
Date: 2004-01-30 07:35 pm (UTC)Here's ALSO to hoping that Sean doesn't let his insecurities talk him out of standing his ground.
Re: Orlando-smorlando
Date: 2004-02-02 03:51 am (UTC)Don't worry, I think Viggo is starting to realise where his real affection lie... Sean may need some convincing.