rugbytackle | (FIC) Feeling this (SB/OB) 1/1

(FIC) Feeling This SB/VM (AU) 1/1

The only thing I am hoping for right now is for me to get the LJ cut thing right. I'm not stupid. just technically off.

Anyways, the fic was inspired by the events at a party I went to like..maybe two weeks ago now.

V and S are in an AU setting here, Hence the reason why it may seem weird at first. Relax and go with the flow.

Feeling This

Warning: Mentions of sex and casual drug use.

Pairing:SB/OB, SB/VM.

Archiving:rugbytackle, OEAM, Mirrormere. Anyone else, ask and ye shall receive.

Disclaimer: I don't own the men or the song. Prose is mine tho.

Feeling This
“Where do we go from here
turn all the lights down now
smiling from ear to ear (I'm feeling this)
our breathing has got too loud (I'm feeling this)
show me the bedroom floor (I'm feeling this)
show me the bathroom mirror (I'm feeling this)
were taking this way too slow (I'm feeling this)
take me away from here (I'm feeling this)”-Blink 182
Sean stood in front of the sink, his head bowed as he stared at the basin full of water in front of him. His head was still reeling from the past day and..night’s? Events. He wasn’t sure what the hell had happened, but something had, at any rate.
Something that he didn’t think he should really spill about to anyone that he knew well.
The people at the party, well, Dave *was* his friend. The others had developed a sense of intimacy with him because they were too high and too drunk to govern their mouths.
He shuddered slightly when he recalled what the young boy with the blue eyes had told him. He certainly didn’t want to remember *that*.
He sighed and willed his hand to move to scoop some fresh water up so he could splash his face.
Even though he had taken a shower as soon as he had got home, he still felt like he was coated in an indecipherable layer of grime of sorts.
Usually, the feel went away after having a good night’s sleep, but this morning still found him feeling extremely dirty.
He splashed his face, but now he felt even worse. He looked at the shower and debated taking another one just in case.
He shook his head and looked up at himself in the mirror.
He didn’t look like he was even healthy that morning. His hair was all over the place and his face showed his exhaustion and the toll that the party had taken on him all too clearly.
His eyes were red-rimmed and his face was puffy and with large dark circles under the eyes.
He shook his head when he saw a red mark right below his collar-bone.
He touched it almost fearfully, almost reverently before he pulled his fingers away. Maybe he was going to take that shower.
~*~*~*~*~
As he stood under the spray of hot water, he closed his eyes as the memories of the night before started assaulting him in full force.
Sean knew that it was going to be a crazy party. It never was anything tame with Dave and all his cronies flittering about.
Keeping this in mind, Sean just gave Dave the whiskey he had bought as a going away present before going to the smoking lounge, as they called Dom’s room.
Sure enough, Dom, along with Lij and Billy were all sitting there along with someone Sean either had or hadn’t the pleasure of meeting before.
“Orli.” The affable man had introduced himself, offering him a hand to shake.
The handshake maybe lingered too long. The touch was firm and not unpleasant, but neither of those things mattered. All Sean wanted was a cigarette before he joined the fray outside.
Sean had shook his hand and put the touch out of his mind. All he wanted was to have a good time with Dave before he took off to Toronto and he most likely never saw him again.
It was true he had come there to spend time with Dave. But since Dave was the man of the hour, those times were fairly infrequent and most often than not fleeting. But at least they got to talk some before someone else dragged him away or pressed a drink or a tab of acid on him.
It wasn’t a big deal that it was happening, He had smokes, he had dropped acid. He had booze. He had a place to smoke. It was good enough for him.
He had officially claimed the corner of Dom’s bed as his own and no one really cared. It was getting to the point were everyone was too loaded to comment much on anything.
He didn’t care. It was just a place to ease his mind and to relinquish the burdens that Viggo’s dark moods had placed on him lately.
He had wandered around the house feeling the acid and being, as the Manic Street Preachers put it, “Sexually assaulting people, especially males”. Most of the time, he didn’t mean fuck all by it. He just did it to amuse himself, since everyone knew that he was involved with Viggo, so it was all taken by everyone as either a sign of latent sluttiness, or just sheer boredom by Sean.
After doing the obligatory walkabout to meet the new stragglers, Sean went to the lavatory that could have given the lousiest pub lavatory in Scotland a run for its money before settling down in Dom’s room and finding Orli well ensconced in his corner.
He was about to leave the younger man to his own devices when Orli moved enough to let him sit on the bed.
Or so he thought.
Well, there was enough room. If he cuddled up to Orli that was.
The technicality wasn’t apparent to him until Orli wrapped a slim arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.
He should have been shocked and pulled away. Maybe tried to be polite and decline the invitation. But the warmth emanating from the slender body, as well as the slightly strong and musky scent of him, made him reconsider his decision and stay put.
They stayed that way for ages. Tracing the scars and tattoos on their bodies. Occasionally talking, occasionally being silent.
It was in one of those silent periods, where they were comfortable in each other’s company and arms that the emptiness of the room became *quite* apparent to the both of them.
Their eyes locked.
It was strange, that they had met so recently, but they understood each other all too well.
No words passed between them. It was just decided it would happen.
It was almost like a fight, the way that their mouths clashed as they fought for dominance under the blankets.
Orli’s ragged John Lennon T-shirt flew to the ground, quickly followed by Sean’s dark blue T-shirt, which was quickly followed by their trousers, which landed carelessly on the floor.
Fumbling in the dark, their faces lit only the red Christmas light on the potted plant in the corner of the room, they came together. One eye on the door, hands all over while their tongues wrestled sinuously in their mouths.
As they moved, the thrumming beat of a song they didn’t expect to hear in Dave’s house.
“I got no regret right now (I'm feeling this)
the air is so cold and low (I'm feeling this)
let me go in her room (I'm feeling this)
I wanna take off her clothes (I'm feeling this)
show me the way to bed (I'm feeling this)
show me the way you move (I'm feeling this)
fuck it, it's such a blur (I'm feeling this)
I love all the things you do (I'm feeling this)...”
Sean closed his eyes and stopped listening to the words and just concentrated on them as a sound as he and Orli moaned and moved with the pleasure that was coming to a rapid close.
When it had exploded in a shower of stars and sticky fluids and Orli had dropped heavily on him, he laid back and grinned, feeling both satisfied and sad at the same time.
The song kept playing through his head as he snuggled Orli, making him acutely aware that this was a stolen moment in time that he should grasp and cherish, but not be greedy about.
Regretfully, he felt Orli stirring. He pressed him hard to his chest and he didn’t let go until the doorknob was rattled.
They came out of the room, and Sean bore the grins of Dom and Elijah while Orli chatted it up with Billy.
The night blurred and things and other people moved and words were spoken. Movies were shown and Sean didn’t think anymore of what had happened. Orli had seemed to disappear and even though it kind of felt like an ache in his chest, Sean bore it.
He had no claim to him. It was as he thought. A stolen moment in time. Nothing more.
He went down to the basement to talk to Dave and while they all gathered around him, Orli came up behind him and clasped him to his chest.
Sean didn’t push him away. Only let him bury his face in his hair and tangle his hands into his.
The long-fingered hands moved down. From his chest, to his belly, until they reached his jeans.
They played what felt like a game of wills, Orli digging his hands in his trousers and him pushing them away to rest in his back or front pockets.
The stalemate ended when Orli casually bent his head and whispered “upstairs” in Sean’s ear.
It was fairly easy to sneak away, since everyone was more intent on talking with Dave and getting drunk than actually paying attention to anyone in the room.
They scrambled upstairs as fast as they could and barricaded themselves in the lavatory. It was late enough for them not to care about the state of the room. Besides, sad enough to say, the only clean enough area was the floor.
It was kind of..more intimate than the last time they had sex. In the other room, at least, they had the cover of a blanket, darkness and red lights.
In this room, they had the bright lights and the utter uncertainty that someone would walk in and see what they were doing.
Maybe someone was watching out for them. Or maybe everyone was sensitive enough to realize what was going on.
It didn’t matter to them. They were too absorbed in each other to question, since even though there had been a hint of a later meeting, it couldn’t be certain that it could happen.
Sean closed his eyes and held Orli tight, wanting only to sink deeply into him, to blend their souls together like opposite shades of paint to create the perfect, irreplaceable shade. But he knew that despite his best intentions, he was going to leave Orli behind.
It wasn’t that he deliberately planned it. It was simply the way that his life was going, swirling in eddies that were out of his control. He could only affect certain things. For the rest, he had to content himself with following the tide and hope that he would end up in a place that was suitable for him to carry on from.
Orli moaned, and his arms tightened around him. Sean lowered his head and inhaled the scent emanating from the shorn scalp, hoping that he wouldn’t ever forget it.
They kissed, once or twice. The soft caresses nearly brought tears to Sean’s eyes. The kisses tasted sweet. Despite everything, Orli’s kisses tasted sweet.
He could have asked for more. It wasn’t the time though. It was all over when they got dressed.
Orli grinned at him and Sean found himself returning the grin almost unconsciously.
The rest of the night was a blur and Sean found himself curled up on a chair, alone to think things over until it was light enough for the walk home.
A few restless hours later, he gathered his things and took off back to a warm, clean house and the one that was waiting for him.
~*~*~*~*~
“Sean? Are you taking another shower?” Viggo’s voice brought him out of his thoughts so sharply that he nearly lost his footing in the shower.
“Yeah. You know how bad that place is.” Sean replied, infusing humour in his voice despite the fact that his heart was curiously numb.
“Yeah. I’m glad I didn’t go if you’re this bad off.” Viggo laughed softly.
“How was it though?” He asked.
“The usual. Drunken and stoned idiots everywhere.” Sean replied, rinsing off the last bits of soap and shampoo before turning the water off quickly.
“Ah.” Viggo said when Sean pulled the shower curtain away and stepped out on the bath-rug.
Sean smiled and was about to grab a towel to dry off when Viggo grabbed him and kissed him ferociously, pushing him down onto the floor as he did so.
Sean’s hands tangled themselves in Viggo’s long hair and despite the numbness in is heart, he opened himself up to Viggo, physically and emotionally.
“I’m feeling this...”
End.