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rugbytackleTitle: The Beard.
Chapter: 2/?
Rated: R to NC-17
Pairing: VM/SB General cast.
Disclaimer: RPS: Real Person Slash. Read it. /Don’t read it. Make an adult decision.
Warning: Weirdness-at-work. Bring towels and lots of lube.
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
Overall Summary: There is more than one way to skin a cat.
Author: Arden Elear
Email: rishalin@lycos.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/folk/rishalin/
Harry was everywhere. Shooting daggers at Viggo with his eyes, making sly innuendos and generally behaving like a lustful B-movie despot whenever Sean was around. If this weren’t reality, Viggo would be tempted to accuse Harry of over-acting.
Sean slid into the booth and whispered into Viggo’s ear. “Wanna go somewhere private and play with my wild donkey?” His grin was wicked, teasing.
Viggo made a show of looking around the bar. “Harry’s not here, Sean.” He pointed out.
“He will be in a minute.” Sean face fell and he pouted, pretending hurt. “Besides, the man has friends. You never know who might be watching.”
Viggo’s eyes made another sweep of the room. No-one seemed to be paying any attention but Sean was right.
He shuffled over and Sean moved closer, really close, his arm slipped along the back of the seat and his hand came to rest lightly on Viggo’s nape, playing with the soft hairs.
“I thought he would have given up by now.”
“Nah. He’s a persistent bugger. I told you that.”
“You were right.” Viggo sighed. Harry was everywhere. What a fucking predator! Shooting daggers at Viggo with his eyes, making sly innuendos and generally behaving like a lustful B-movie despot whenever Sean was around. If this weren’t reality, Viggo would be tempted to accuse Harry of over-acting.
“Still, it keeps him off, eh?” Sean looked cheered which was the main thing and Viggo couldn’t bring himself to tell Sean how this pretence was starting to wear on his nerves.
But maybe Sean had picked up on it somehow, because his face grew serious as he asked,
“It’s okay, isn’t it Vig? I mean, you don’t mind?”
“’Course not.” Viggo ran a hand down Sean’s muscled thigh and squeezed, reassuring. He left his hand there. See? Easy.
Too fucking easy. That was the problem.
“Good.” Sean’s smile was pure happiness. “We’ll get a rest from it soon.” He reminded. “Home for Christmas and all.”
Maybe that’d help, Viggo thought. A month off, four weeks away from Sean and his smiles and his touches and his scent and the feel of him under Viggo’s hands . . .
He swallowed, hard. Control-your-fucking-self, he told himself harshly. It’s not Sean’s fault your bloody libido decided to sit up and take notes! It’s just reaction to physical stimulation. Ignore it!
Everyone else was starting to arrive, trickling in through the doors to join the pre-Christmas celebration P.J. was paying for. The required greetings served as a welcome distraction and the hive of activity in the pub soon became a respite from unwelcome thoughts.
*
“Well, if it isn’t the happy couple.” Harry loomed over the table, managing somehow to sneer and leer at the same time.
Oh fuck off, Harry. Viggo thought wearily. He thought they’d managed to avoid the usual confrontation. The halfway point of the evening had come and gone but now here he was and Viggo was way too tired to deal.
“Hello Harry.” Sean greeted him affably. “Having a good time?”
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “If you like having your fun in public. Me? I prefer private parties. A little, ‘one on one’.” Harry used his voice as a weapon of insinuation, his eyes fixed on Sean, ignoring Viggo completely.
Normally, Viggo would verbally force his way between them but he just didn’t have the energy to joust with Harry tonight.
Viggo felt Sean tense but the smile remained firmly in place as he picked up the slack.
“Yeah, us too.” Sean turned and gave Viggo one of his warmest smiles.
Harry frowned.
“In fact,” Sean went on. “We were just about to go home and have a party of our own. If you know what I mean.”
Harry seemed to find the idea disturbing and drew back a step.
Viggo was drawn to his feet by Sean’s firm grip as his friend took advantage of the retreat.
“No time like the present.”
Sean’s grin was feral. Harry choked out an answering smile and fled.
“Nice one.” Viggo murmured, trying desperately not to notice Sean’s arm around his waist.
“Thank you, darlin’.” Sean returned, with a sassy smile. “Let’s get out of here.”
Sean’s grip on his hand did not ease and he found himself being lead through the press of people on the dance floor. Might have been easier to go around them, but he didn’t like to comment. Sean abruptly pulled up and Viggo ran into the back of him.
“Beeanie!” Orlando pounced on Sean, hugging him fiercely.
“Vigggo!” He was pounced as well.
“You gonna dance?” Orlando asked, grinding his hips from side to side.
“Ahh, no. We’re on our way out, actually.”
“You’re going? Aww. No fair.” Orlando’s happy smile wavered a little. Then his expression changed, mischief replacing disappointment.
“First!” He said, waving a hand around grandly and reaching into his pocket with the other. “First though, you gotta!” He brandished his find, waggling it above Sean’s head.
Oh fuck! Viggo groaned. Oh no! Mistletoe! I am not up for this.
Sean’s smile was one of amused resignation as he turned and laid his hands on Viggo’s hips, drawing him closer.
Then he saw the smile turn into that mischievous, wicked grin he knew so well.
Oh shit!
“Might as well enjoy it.” Sean shrugged before he bought his mouth down on Viggo’s and the world exploded.
Viggo’s hands clawed at Sean’s shoulders for purchase as his knees gave out when Sean’s tongue swiped across his lips. He opened his mouth to protest, realizing too late that he really, really shouldn’t have done that, because Sean’s tongue was in his mouth and stars were swirling across the back of his eyelids and. . . . Fuck!
Where did he learn to kiss like this! God!
Sean’s tongue probed every crevice, lighting fires where there should be none and one hand was pressed to the small of his back and one was tangled in Viggo’s hair and had the room just tilted or. . .
Was he being dipped?
Was that roaring noise the blood pounding in his veins or were people cheering?
Oh Jeezus! They were!
Faintly, as if from a long, long way away, he could hear Orlando yelling, “Yeeeeahhh.”
And the world righted itself as Sean straightened up and released him, but the fire didn’t die when the kiss ended and his head was still spinning out of control.
“Umm.” He managed, glancing briefly up at Sean, who was acknowledging their audience with a broad smile. “Bathroom.” He gulped and bolted.
Fucking hell! He looked in the mirror above the sink and cupped his hands beneath the tap, splashing water onto his flushed face with shaking hands.
What the hell was he going to do? He had to get out of this arrangement somehow. Before he did something or said something completely stupid!
You ass, Mortensen. He berated himself.
Arse. The word floated across his consciousness and he smiled wanly into the glass.
Ass. Arse. Either one. I’m still screwed, he told his reflection sadly.
*
“Thanks mate.” Sean slid the words out of the side of his mouth.
“No problem. Much longer?”
“Nah. Almost there.”
“Don’t forget your promise.”
“I won’t. And don’t you forget yours.”
“I won’t. Hands off, I swear. You lucky bastard.”
Sean smirked. “I know.”
Harry looked resigned.
Which was just as well, Sean thought. Viggo was his.
tbc
Chapter: 2/?
Rated: R to NC-17
Pairing: VM/SB General cast.
Disclaimer: RPS: Real Person Slash. Read it. /Don’t read it. Make an adult decision.
Warning: Weirdness-at-work. Bring towels and lots of lube.
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
Overall Summary: There is more than one way to skin a cat.
Author: Arden Elear
Email: rishalin@lycos.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/folk/rishalin/
Harry was everywhere. Shooting daggers at Viggo with his eyes, making sly innuendos and generally behaving like a lustful B-movie despot whenever Sean was around. If this weren’t reality, Viggo would be tempted to accuse Harry of over-acting.
Sean slid into the booth and whispered into Viggo’s ear. “Wanna go somewhere private and play with my wild donkey?” His grin was wicked, teasing.
Viggo made a show of looking around the bar. “Harry’s not here, Sean.” He pointed out.
“He will be in a minute.” Sean face fell and he pouted, pretending hurt. “Besides, the man has friends. You never know who might be watching.”
Viggo’s eyes made another sweep of the room. No-one seemed to be paying any attention but Sean was right.
He shuffled over and Sean moved closer, really close, his arm slipped along the back of the seat and his hand came to rest lightly on Viggo’s nape, playing with the soft hairs.
“I thought he would have given up by now.”
“Nah. He’s a persistent bugger. I told you that.”
“You were right.” Viggo sighed. Harry was everywhere. What a fucking predator! Shooting daggers at Viggo with his eyes, making sly innuendos and generally behaving like a lustful B-movie despot whenever Sean was around. If this weren’t reality, Viggo would be tempted to accuse Harry of over-acting.
“Still, it keeps him off, eh?” Sean looked cheered which was the main thing and Viggo couldn’t bring himself to tell Sean how this pretence was starting to wear on his nerves.
But maybe Sean had picked up on it somehow, because his face grew serious as he asked,
“It’s okay, isn’t it Vig? I mean, you don’t mind?”
“’Course not.” Viggo ran a hand down Sean’s muscled thigh and squeezed, reassuring. He left his hand there. See? Easy.
Too fucking easy. That was the problem.
“Good.” Sean’s smile was pure happiness. “We’ll get a rest from it soon.” He reminded. “Home for Christmas and all.”
Maybe that’d help, Viggo thought. A month off, four weeks away from Sean and his smiles and his touches and his scent and the feel of him under Viggo’s hands . . .
He swallowed, hard. Control-your-fucking-self, he told himself harshly. It’s not Sean’s fault your bloody libido decided to sit up and take notes! It’s just reaction to physical stimulation. Ignore it!
Everyone else was starting to arrive, trickling in through the doors to join the pre-Christmas celebration P.J. was paying for. The required greetings served as a welcome distraction and the hive of activity in the pub soon became a respite from unwelcome thoughts.
*
“Well, if it isn’t the happy couple.” Harry loomed over the table, managing somehow to sneer and leer at the same time.
Oh fuck off, Harry. Viggo thought wearily. He thought they’d managed to avoid the usual confrontation. The halfway point of the evening had come and gone but now here he was and Viggo was way too tired to deal.
“Hello Harry.” Sean greeted him affably. “Having a good time?”
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “If you like having your fun in public. Me? I prefer private parties. A little, ‘one on one’.” Harry used his voice as a weapon of insinuation, his eyes fixed on Sean, ignoring Viggo completely.
Normally, Viggo would verbally force his way between them but he just didn’t have the energy to joust with Harry tonight.
Viggo felt Sean tense but the smile remained firmly in place as he picked up the slack.
“Yeah, us too.” Sean turned and gave Viggo one of his warmest smiles.
Harry frowned.
“In fact,” Sean went on. “We were just about to go home and have a party of our own. If you know what I mean.”
Harry seemed to find the idea disturbing and drew back a step.
Viggo was drawn to his feet by Sean’s firm grip as his friend took advantage of the retreat.
“No time like the present.”
Sean’s grin was feral. Harry choked out an answering smile and fled.
“Nice one.” Viggo murmured, trying desperately not to notice Sean’s arm around his waist.
“Thank you, darlin’.” Sean returned, with a sassy smile. “Let’s get out of here.”
Sean’s grip on his hand did not ease and he found himself being lead through the press of people on the dance floor. Might have been easier to go around them, but he didn’t like to comment. Sean abruptly pulled up and Viggo ran into the back of him.
“Beeanie!” Orlando pounced on Sean, hugging him fiercely.
“Vigggo!” He was pounced as well.
“You gonna dance?” Orlando asked, grinding his hips from side to side.
“Ahh, no. We’re on our way out, actually.”
“You’re going? Aww. No fair.” Orlando’s happy smile wavered a little. Then his expression changed, mischief replacing disappointment.
“First!” He said, waving a hand around grandly and reaching into his pocket with the other. “First though, you gotta!” He brandished his find, waggling it above Sean’s head.
Oh fuck! Viggo groaned. Oh no! Mistletoe! I am not up for this.
Sean’s smile was one of amused resignation as he turned and laid his hands on Viggo’s hips, drawing him closer.
Then he saw the smile turn into that mischievous, wicked grin he knew so well.
Oh shit!
“Might as well enjoy it.” Sean shrugged before he bought his mouth down on Viggo’s and the world exploded.
Viggo’s hands clawed at Sean’s shoulders for purchase as his knees gave out when Sean’s tongue swiped across his lips. He opened his mouth to protest, realizing too late that he really, really shouldn’t have done that, because Sean’s tongue was in his mouth and stars were swirling across the back of his eyelids and. . . . Fuck!
Where did he learn to kiss like this! God!
Sean’s tongue probed every crevice, lighting fires where there should be none and one hand was pressed to the small of his back and one was tangled in Viggo’s hair and had the room just tilted or. . .
Was he being dipped?
Was that roaring noise the blood pounding in his veins or were people cheering?
Oh Jeezus! They were!
Faintly, as if from a long, long way away, he could hear Orlando yelling, “Yeeeeahhh.”
And the world righted itself as Sean straightened up and released him, but the fire didn’t die when the kiss ended and his head was still spinning out of control.
“Umm.” He managed, glancing briefly up at Sean, who was acknowledging their audience with a broad smile. “Bathroom.” He gulped and bolted.
Fucking hell! He looked in the mirror above the sink and cupped his hands beneath the tap, splashing water onto his flushed face with shaking hands.
What the hell was he going to do? He had to get out of this arrangement somehow. Before he did something or said something completely stupid!
You ass, Mortensen. He berated himself.
Arse. The word floated across his consciousness and he smiled wanly into the glass.
Ass. Arse. Either one. I’m still screwed, he told his reflection sadly.
*
“Thanks mate.” Sean slid the words out of the side of his mouth.
“No problem. Much longer?”
“Nah. Almost there.”
“Don’t forget your promise.”
“I won’t. And don’t you forget yours.”
“I won’t. Hands off, I swear. You lucky bastard.”
Sean smirked. “I know.”
Harry looked resigned.
Which was just as well, Sean thought. Viggo was his.
tbc
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Date: 2004-02-13 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-02-13 05:47 am (UTC)This is making me grin like the big sappy horny nut that I am...
More, please?
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Date: 2004-02-13 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-13 06:30 am (UTC)*giggles insanely*
I love this whole thing. PLEASE keep more coming. This is making my week.
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Date: 2004-02-13 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-02-13 02:47 pm (UTC)And thanks to everyone else who is enjoying my particular brand of dementia.
Part Three shall be along shortly; soon as I manage to get Sean out of Viggo's pants.......
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Date: 2004-02-13 02:50 pm (UTC)I wonder what Sean had promised Orlando... lol
Ah, and the icon! I saw it and since then I've been giggling.
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Date: 2004-02-17 03:22 am (UTC)Love it! :)
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Date: 2004-02-17 05:42 am (UTC)Can't wait for more!