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rugbytackleTitle: I.O.U.
Series: None
Chapter: 1/1
Rated: PG
Pairing: SB/VM
Disclaimer: RPS: Real Person Slash. Read it/Don’t read it. Make an adult decision.
Warning: It’s about Valentines Day. Therefore, do I need to say ‘sappy’?
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
Overall Summary: Debt collection is a risky business. But some risks are worth taking.
Author: Arden Elear
Email: rishalin@lycos.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
An early Valentine’s day fic for all the nice people who have commented on and have had nice things to say about my writing. Thank you.
Viggo was waiting by the door to let him out when Sean reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.
Viggo raised an eyebrow at the sight. “I don’t charge for meals, Sean.” He joked.
Sean looked up from his search and grinned. “If you did, mate, I’d have gone out the back door. Done a runner.”
Viggo laughed.
Sean found what he was looking for and held it up, waving it in front of Viggo’s face.
“Remember this?”
Viggo looked at the slip of paper and his face creased into a smile warm with memories.
“Of course.” He said. “That’s the I.O.U. I gave you in Wellington.”
Sean nodded. “Yep. You sent me this because you didn’t want to trust wine to the post. I never did collect on it though.”
“You want your wine?” Viggo chuckled.
“Uh-uh.” Sean shook his head emphatically. “That’s not what you said. You said, and I quote, that I could have anything I wanted. Anytime. That it was good ‘forever’. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Viggo said warily, as if expecting a punch line of some sort.
“Well.” Sean took a deep breath to control his shaky breathing.
“I kept it. Always hung onto it because I figured that it would come in handy some day. Had to be good for something . . . unique, right? Something special. Worthwhile. I mean,” He waved the piece of paper again. “These are hard to come by.” Tipped his head to one side and smiled, just a little.
Viggo returned the smile, nodding his agreement.
“Now. . . ” Sean took a small step forward, moving closer. “I know what it is that I want. That unique something. And what I need to know is, are you gonna make good on this?”
Viggo did not hesitate. “Absolutely.” He didn’t know what was going on here, but it meant a lot to Sean, that much he could tell. He was puzzled by the change in Sean’s demeanor, but not alarmed. Sean’s tone of voice was playful, but there was an underlying tension, a note of trepidation that Viggo wanted to ease.
“Careful there, mate.” Sean joked quietly. “You might live to regret that.”
Sean though he might too, but he had to have this. Just once. He held the paper up right in front of Viggo’s nose, offering it. Sucked in a breath.
“I want . . .” He began. “I want to kiss you.”
Viggo blinked but didn’t speak, studying Sean’s face. Quietly, seriously considering the request. After a couple of moments of silence, during which Sean forgot to breathe, Viggo reached up and accepted the paper, tucked it into his pocket.
“Sure.” He said softly.
Sean didn’t know why he’d been so scared. He hadn’t thought that Viggo would laugh, Viggo wouldn’t do that. Afraid that he’d want to know why probably. That he’d ask questions. He really should know better by now. Viggo would never push, no matter what. He’d just accept and trust in Sean and wait to see if an answer was forthcoming.
Sean reached up and cupped the side of Viggo’s face, kissing him softly on the lips with the faintest of pressure. His hand had stopped trembling, but his mouth quivered as he fought to keep it light. Kissed him once, twice, very chastely and then drew back just a little, his forehead resting against Viggo’s.
That would do, he thought. Kissing a friend was not about parted lips and tongues, no matter that one of you would like it very much to be exactly that. This was about getting some little thing for himself without alienating that friend.
For a split second, Sean thought he’d betrayed himself, that he was the one who’d moved. Then he realized that Viggo had come closer and had renewed the kiss, giving him more, offering what he’d been reluctant to take.
Gentle and slow, with warmth and tenderness, Viggo flicked his tongue across Sean’s bottom lip, making that offer and parting his lips to allow Sean to taste.
Sean walked the fine line between affection and passion with all the skill and care he could muster. Pushed his tongue slowly between Viggo’s teeth, sliding across the slick muscle of Viggo’s tongue and exploring his inner cheek, the line of his teeth the whole warm, wet, wonder that was this kiss, Viggo’s kiss. His thumb caressed the curve of Viggo’s jaw and he hitched in a sharp breath when Viggo’s tongue danced up to meet his own and briefly dipped into his mouth to taste.
Delicious torment, realizing your dream. Knowing it was all you could have and being prepared to settle for it. Staring into his eyes, seeing the esteem in which he held you, the trust, the love radiating from those blue eyes and knowing it was the wrong kind of love, not the kind you ached for.
Saying ‘thank you’ and saying ‘G’night’ and walking out the door with empty hands was agonizing, but it had always been going to end like this, he’d known that.
And if letting him go was agony, walking away, going back to England, back to his life, was even harder.
But he’d expected that too.
**
“Hey? What’d you do with it?”
Sean looked up from the telly to see Orlando tapping the empty frame.
“Cashed it in.” He told him.
“Yeah?” Orli came back over and sat back down beside him. “I thought you were gonna keep that thing forever. What’d you trade it for?”
Sean ducked his head but not before Orlando had seen the look on his face.
“What?” He insisted more forcefully. “C’mon Sean. What’d you get?”
May as well tell him. Wasn’t like he didn’t know all about it anyway.
“A kiss.”
“A what?!” Orli stared at him, astonished. “You didn’t!”
Sean shrugged. “Yeah, I did.”
Then he gave his mate a rueful grin. Laughed a little; at himself mostly.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing. He just . . . let me.”
Oh, tell him the rest, Sean. Share it with someone.
“He kissed me back.” He confessed, grinning at Orli’s shocked and delighted expression.
“No.” Orli breathed.
“Yeah.” Sean drawled back.
“Wow.” Orlando flopped backwards, raking his hand through his overgrown curls. He gave Sean a sideways look. “Any chance that . . .”
“Don’t be silly.”
Orlando’s unflagging optimism, his conviction that things could change, that leopards did indeed change their spots could be a bit wearing. Sean wasn’t into entertaining false hope, the let-down was always too bitter. He was saved from further explanation by the ringing of the doorbell.
“Who the hell is that?” He grumbled, getting to his feet. Most people knew better than to interrupt him when there was a game on.
“Umm. Oh!” The kid looked from Sean’s face to the package and back again. “Sean Bean, right?” He said the light of recognition burning brightly.
“Yep. That’s me.” Sean told him and one signature and one autograph later, he had his delivery.
“Expecting something?” Orlando looked over his shoulder as he stood at the bench, wrestling futilely with the protective plastic cover.
“No. Not that I remember.” Orli went around the other side of the bench, opened the drawer and handed him the scissors. “Thanks.”
“Thought you might like to get it open before half-time is over.” Orlando teased.
Sean slit the end of the plastic and drew out the box inside. Stared at it.
“Seanie has a Valentine.” Orlando chanted.
The box was small and white, covered with tiny red hearts.
“Thank you for that, Orli. I never would have guessed.”
Then, “Is it the fourteenth?” He asked.
“Yes!” Orlando replied quickly. “Open it already.”
Curious now, Sean wriggled the lid off and looked inside. His mouth dropped open and he just stared, struck mute as his eyes tried to reach an agreement with his brain about what they were seeing.
The flabbergasted, incredulous look on Sean’s face and his lack of verbal response to an increasingly loud series of What? drove Orlando out from behind the bench to stand at Sean’s elbow.
“Jesus, Sean! Oh. My. God.” He crowed, delighted, dipping into the box and lifting some out. “Oh man! There must be . . . hundreds!”
And there were.
Hundreds of neatly cut; neatly hand written pieces of paper.
I.O.U.
And a signature.
Orlando was doing a little happy dance, his smile a mile wide.
“Whatcha gonna do?” He chortled.
Sean wiped a hand over his face, his heart thudding.
“I . . . I. . .”
If Orlando could see them too, then they must be real.
And if they were real then . . .
Suddenly, his grin matched Orli’s. He gathered his treasures up and pushed them back into the box, closing the lid firmly. Looked at Orli with all the brightness of renewed hope shining from his eyes.
“What am I gonna do? Trade ‘em in, of course.”
**
“All right, all right, I’m coming!” Viggo grouched as he staggered down the hall, still half-asleep. A quick glance at the grandfather clock in the living room confirmed his suspicions; some idiot was hammering on his door at three o’clock in the morning!
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he wrenched the door open without thinking about it first and was instantly grabbed, pushed back and slammed up against the wall. Shit!
Next thing he knew, someone’s arms were wrapped around his waist and a warm mouth was pressed against his own, demanding entrance. What the . . . ?
Familiar arms. A familiar scent. Sean! Viggo relaxed, laughing softly and Sean took advantage of the smile to gain access to Viggo’s mouth with his tongue. Kiss after frantic, joyful kiss rained down on his mouth, his cheek, any part of him that Sean could reach and Viggo submitted happily. Hands roamed across his bare chest, slithered around his waist and caressed the curve of his spine drawing him closer into the arc of Sean’s arms as he rested his hands on Sean’s hips.
Sean slowed, but did not stop, his forehead touching Viggo’s as he continued to bestow leisurely, delicately soft kisses.
“Sean.” He laughed softly between each fresh assault. “I . . . assume . . . you’re . . . here to . . . collect?”
“Mmm.” Sean murmured, busy trailing a line of kisses along his jaw line. He looked at Viggo with mock seriousness. “One thing though.” He began before darting in to press his lips briefly to the side of Viggo’s mouth. Then he pulled back and favored Viggo with one of his most devilish smiles. “That only counts as one.”
Fin.
Series: None
Chapter: 1/1
Rated: PG
Pairing: SB/VM
Disclaimer: RPS: Real Person Slash. Read it/Don’t read it. Make an adult decision.
Warning: It’s about Valentines Day. Therefore, do I need to say ‘sappy’?
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
Overall Summary: Debt collection is a risky business. But some risks are worth taking.
Author: Arden Elear
Email: rishalin@lycos.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
An early Valentine’s day fic for all the nice people who have commented on and have had nice things to say about my writing. Thank you.
Viggo was waiting by the door to let him out when Sean reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.
Viggo raised an eyebrow at the sight. “I don’t charge for meals, Sean.” He joked.
Sean looked up from his search and grinned. “If you did, mate, I’d have gone out the back door. Done a runner.”
Viggo laughed.
Sean found what he was looking for and held it up, waving it in front of Viggo’s face.
“Remember this?”
Viggo looked at the slip of paper and his face creased into a smile warm with memories.
“Of course.” He said. “That’s the I.O.U. I gave you in Wellington.”
Sean nodded. “Yep. You sent me this because you didn’t want to trust wine to the post. I never did collect on it though.”
“You want your wine?” Viggo chuckled.
“Uh-uh.” Sean shook his head emphatically. “That’s not what you said. You said, and I quote, that I could have anything I wanted. Anytime. That it was good ‘forever’. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Viggo said warily, as if expecting a punch line of some sort.
“Well.” Sean took a deep breath to control his shaky breathing.
“I kept it. Always hung onto it because I figured that it would come in handy some day. Had to be good for something . . . unique, right? Something special. Worthwhile. I mean,” He waved the piece of paper again. “These are hard to come by.” Tipped his head to one side and smiled, just a little.
Viggo returned the smile, nodding his agreement.
“Now. . . ” Sean took a small step forward, moving closer. “I know what it is that I want. That unique something. And what I need to know is, are you gonna make good on this?”
Viggo did not hesitate. “Absolutely.” He didn’t know what was going on here, but it meant a lot to Sean, that much he could tell. He was puzzled by the change in Sean’s demeanor, but not alarmed. Sean’s tone of voice was playful, but there was an underlying tension, a note of trepidation that Viggo wanted to ease.
“Careful there, mate.” Sean joked quietly. “You might live to regret that.”
Sean though he might too, but he had to have this. Just once. He held the paper up right in front of Viggo’s nose, offering it. Sucked in a breath.
“I want . . .” He began. “I want to kiss you.”
Viggo blinked but didn’t speak, studying Sean’s face. Quietly, seriously considering the request. After a couple of moments of silence, during which Sean forgot to breathe, Viggo reached up and accepted the paper, tucked it into his pocket.
“Sure.” He said softly.
Sean didn’t know why he’d been so scared. He hadn’t thought that Viggo would laugh, Viggo wouldn’t do that. Afraid that he’d want to know why probably. That he’d ask questions. He really should know better by now. Viggo would never push, no matter what. He’d just accept and trust in Sean and wait to see if an answer was forthcoming.
Sean reached up and cupped the side of Viggo’s face, kissing him softly on the lips with the faintest of pressure. His hand had stopped trembling, but his mouth quivered as he fought to keep it light. Kissed him once, twice, very chastely and then drew back just a little, his forehead resting against Viggo’s.
That would do, he thought. Kissing a friend was not about parted lips and tongues, no matter that one of you would like it very much to be exactly that. This was about getting some little thing for himself without alienating that friend.
For a split second, Sean thought he’d betrayed himself, that he was the one who’d moved. Then he realized that Viggo had come closer and had renewed the kiss, giving him more, offering what he’d been reluctant to take.
Gentle and slow, with warmth and tenderness, Viggo flicked his tongue across Sean’s bottom lip, making that offer and parting his lips to allow Sean to taste.
Sean walked the fine line between affection and passion with all the skill and care he could muster. Pushed his tongue slowly between Viggo’s teeth, sliding across the slick muscle of Viggo’s tongue and exploring his inner cheek, the line of his teeth the whole warm, wet, wonder that was this kiss, Viggo’s kiss. His thumb caressed the curve of Viggo’s jaw and he hitched in a sharp breath when Viggo’s tongue danced up to meet his own and briefly dipped into his mouth to taste.
Delicious torment, realizing your dream. Knowing it was all you could have and being prepared to settle for it. Staring into his eyes, seeing the esteem in which he held you, the trust, the love radiating from those blue eyes and knowing it was the wrong kind of love, not the kind you ached for.
Saying ‘thank you’ and saying ‘G’night’ and walking out the door with empty hands was agonizing, but it had always been going to end like this, he’d known that.
And if letting him go was agony, walking away, going back to England, back to his life, was even harder.
But he’d expected that too.
**
“Hey? What’d you do with it?”
Sean looked up from the telly to see Orlando tapping the empty frame.
“Cashed it in.” He told him.
“Yeah?” Orli came back over and sat back down beside him. “I thought you were gonna keep that thing forever. What’d you trade it for?”
Sean ducked his head but not before Orlando had seen the look on his face.
“What?” He insisted more forcefully. “C’mon Sean. What’d you get?”
May as well tell him. Wasn’t like he didn’t know all about it anyway.
“A kiss.”
“A what?!” Orli stared at him, astonished. “You didn’t!”
Sean shrugged. “Yeah, I did.”
Then he gave his mate a rueful grin. Laughed a little; at himself mostly.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing. He just . . . let me.”
Oh, tell him the rest, Sean. Share it with someone.
“He kissed me back.” He confessed, grinning at Orli’s shocked and delighted expression.
“No.” Orli breathed.
“Yeah.” Sean drawled back.
“Wow.” Orlando flopped backwards, raking his hand through his overgrown curls. He gave Sean a sideways look. “Any chance that . . .”
“Don’t be silly.”
Orlando’s unflagging optimism, his conviction that things could change, that leopards did indeed change their spots could be a bit wearing. Sean wasn’t into entertaining false hope, the let-down was always too bitter. He was saved from further explanation by the ringing of the doorbell.
“Who the hell is that?” He grumbled, getting to his feet. Most people knew better than to interrupt him when there was a game on.
“Umm. Oh!” The kid looked from Sean’s face to the package and back again. “Sean Bean, right?” He said the light of recognition burning brightly.
“Yep. That’s me.” Sean told him and one signature and one autograph later, he had his delivery.
“Expecting something?” Orlando looked over his shoulder as he stood at the bench, wrestling futilely with the protective plastic cover.
“No. Not that I remember.” Orli went around the other side of the bench, opened the drawer and handed him the scissors. “Thanks.”
“Thought you might like to get it open before half-time is over.” Orlando teased.
Sean slit the end of the plastic and drew out the box inside. Stared at it.
“Seanie has a Valentine.” Orlando chanted.
The box was small and white, covered with tiny red hearts.
“Thank you for that, Orli. I never would have guessed.”
Then, “Is it the fourteenth?” He asked.
“Yes!” Orlando replied quickly. “Open it already.”
Curious now, Sean wriggled the lid off and looked inside. His mouth dropped open and he just stared, struck mute as his eyes tried to reach an agreement with his brain about what they were seeing.
The flabbergasted, incredulous look on Sean’s face and his lack of verbal response to an increasingly loud series of What? drove Orlando out from behind the bench to stand at Sean’s elbow.
“Jesus, Sean! Oh. My. God.” He crowed, delighted, dipping into the box and lifting some out. “Oh man! There must be . . . hundreds!”
And there were.
Hundreds of neatly cut; neatly hand written pieces of paper.
I.O.U.
And a signature.
Orlando was doing a little happy dance, his smile a mile wide.
“Whatcha gonna do?” He chortled.
Sean wiped a hand over his face, his heart thudding.
“I . . . I. . .”
If Orlando could see them too, then they must be real.
And if they were real then . . .
Suddenly, his grin matched Orli’s. He gathered his treasures up and pushed them back into the box, closing the lid firmly. Looked at Orli with all the brightness of renewed hope shining from his eyes.
“What am I gonna do? Trade ‘em in, of course.”
**
“All right, all right, I’m coming!” Viggo grouched as he staggered down the hall, still half-asleep. A quick glance at the grandfather clock in the living room confirmed his suspicions; some idiot was hammering on his door at three o’clock in the morning!
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he wrenched the door open without thinking about it first and was instantly grabbed, pushed back and slammed up against the wall. Shit!
Next thing he knew, someone’s arms were wrapped around his waist and a warm mouth was pressed against his own, demanding entrance. What the . . . ?
Familiar arms. A familiar scent. Sean! Viggo relaxed, laughing softly and Sean took advantage of the smile to gain access to Viggo’s mouth with his tongue. Kiss after frantic, joyful kiss rained down on his mouth, his cheek, any part of him that Sean could reach and Viggo submitted happily. Hands roamed across his bare chest, slithered around his waist and caressed the curve of his spine drawing him closer into the arc of Sean’s arms as he rested his hands on Sean’s hips.
Sean slowed, but did not stop, his forehead touching Viggo’s as he continued to bestow leisurely, delicately soft kisses.
“Sean.” He laughed softly between each fresh assault. “I . . . assume . . . you’re . . . here to . . . collect?”
“Mmm.” Sean murmured, busy trailing a line of kisses along his jaw line. He looked at Viggo with mock seriousness. “One thing though.” He began before darting in to press his lips briefly to the side of Viggo’s mouth. Then he pulled back and favored Viggo with one of his most devilish smiles. “That only counts as one.”
Fin.
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Date: 2004-01-31 11:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-31 11:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-31 01:46 pm (UTC)“This only counts as one.”
Perfect! I could literally HEAR Sean say that! :)
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Date: 2004-01-31 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-31 02:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-31 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-31 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-31 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-31 05:30 pm (UTC)For a split second, Sean thought he’d betrayed himself, that he was the one who’d moved.
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Date: 2004-01-31 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-31 08:32 pm (UTC)If Orlando could see them too, then they must be real.
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Date: 2004-02-01 01:49 am (UTC)I loved the rapport with Orlando...I always like fics with good-natured, sweet Orli as that's how I see him! And I was wondering if it was gonna be an I.O.U. but this was so much better!! heee...the box and then so many of them! Just precious!
And then the last part...delicous and yummy and the last line--*squees!* Bravo!!!
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Date: 2004-02-01 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-01 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-17 05:15 am (UTC)Ta!