FIC: Maternal (Sean/Viggo) R (1/1)
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skyeathena
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: R
Summary: What's worse than Sean's actual injury is Viggo suddenly fussing over him.
Disclaimer: I own and know nothing. 100% fiction!
Notes: Formilochka, the brave. I was going to write you some Russian accent smut, but just couldn't do it the justice it deserved. So alas, I give you injury smut. Fitting, huh? To everyone who sees this- hug her and tell her what a goddess she is.
He wanted one of those great buddy relationships with Viggo. They could sit together in the quiet, have some drinks, then fuck. He’d wake up in the morning to a warm, sweaty body next to him. No breakfast made, no waking up an hour earlier to beautify so he’d look good next to Sean when he eventually woke up. That would be perfect. Instead, Sean’s sunk into his own couch, leg elevated on a stack of pillows and not watching his game because he’s too preoccupied with what the hell Viggo is doing in the kitchen.
The smell was intense, Sean didn’t realize the miniscule contents of his kitchen could produce something like that. Viggo came into the living room, holding a storage bag in his hand and the phone to his ear.
“Okay, thanks. Bye!”
“He said to use ice, heat will only make it worse.”
Sean looked at his knee, which was turning an intense shade of purple. He’d forgotten about it for the past ten minutes, the alcohol and Viggo’s pot taking it’s hold on him. There was some codine in his cabinet somewhere, but Viggo hated most prescription drugs. He’d entered that wonderful pot induced stage of mental blankness and the inability to do anything but fall asleep. Hence why he hardly ever smoked.
Viggo tried the best he could to gently place the bag on top of Sean’s knee, but it still hurt like hell. Not so much from the weight on his knee, but the chill of the ice causing his whole leg to jerk.
“Sssh. It’s okay.” He sounded a lot like Aragorn as he said it. “Do you have an ace bandage or something?”
“No.”
“Well you should, if this has happened before with your knee.”
Sean considered explaining for the millionth time that this was a rare occasion. Work had been especially grueling for both of them that week. It probably wasn’t the best idea to help their buddy James, a stuntman, move into his new apartment on their one day off. Especially without establishing some kind of joint communication with one another. For example, when Sean was going to lift a huge wall unit, it would have been helpful if Viggo was also lifting on the other side and not in some kind of trance. Hence his current injury, and the crack in the furniture from it falling to the cement.
What was worse than the physical pain was Viggo being his wet nurse. He would have been okay if one of the women were fussing over him. Or maybe Orlando. But not somebody who was as equally masculine as he was.
He mentioned that in the car, as he was sprawled across the backseat. This got a speech in turn about how it’s stupid for him to think that they’re close enough to sleep together but not for Viggo to see Sean all hurt and vulnerable.
Sean snapped out of it. “Giving me a lecture on being prepared?”
“You’re more than prepared with other things, Sean. You keep lube and condoms in every room of this place, plus the glove compartment of your car.”
“And we’ve put that to use, haven’t we?”
Viggo removed his hand from the ice bag, it fell down onto the floor. He picked it back up.
“You have a shirt or something around here to tie this with?”
“Why don’t you use yours.” He suggested, sleepily.
“Good idea.” Viggo peeled it off, and Sean basked in the all too familiar scent of smoke and sweat and spice. “This material is breathable.”
As he leaned over Sean, taking his time to gently wrap the material around his knee, his hands began to graze the tanned flesh of Viggo’s torso, tracing the line between his stomach and the low waistband of his jeans.
He stopped, mid knot. “Oh shit, I just got an idea. Sean, can I take this off?”
“Mmmph,” He offered, his hand now sliding around to Viggo’s back.
“Because I’d like to take a few pictures of it. I just realized that I’ve been taking pictures of everyone’s injuries. Maybe I can make something out of all of them.”
“Anything for your art.” Sean mumbled. Even while high, he didn’t understand the reasoning behind half the stuff that man did.
Viggo ran off to his car. Coming back in, he sniffed around. “Oh my god! The food!” He ran into the kitchen and came back. “Fuck, it’s burnt. Mind some delivery?”
“Viggo, I’m just about to fall asleep. Do what you want.” Sean laughed as he realized that he sounded like his daughter when she was woken up.
“Okay, keep your knee still.” Viggo fuddled with his camera a bit, finally getting up and trying different angles to capture the ‘essence’ of his knee. Last thing Sean remembered was him turning on a lamp and climbing atop the side table for an overhead shot. He had lucid dreams involving him trying to sketch the various bruises and scratches on Viggo’s back from their week of rough filming and fucking. The other involved his house burning down, nothing being saved but a spice rack he didn’t know he had and Viggo’s camera.
Later, he woke up to his doorbell ringing. He opened his eyes to see a shirtless Viggo giving a man some money from his wallet and carrying in a white paper bag. He drifted back to sleep and woke up again to see Viggo coming back from the kitchen.
“Ordered us some Thai. Yours is in the fridge, let me know when you want me to heat it.”
“Thanks. Sit.” Sean said.
Viggo cleared off some remotes on his coffee table and sat down, he stroked his hand through Sean’s hair.
“Sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”
“It’s okay. I’ve grown used to it.”
They both smiled at each other when the phone rang. Sean answered.
“Yeah?”
“Sean!” Orlando boomed from his end. “I just want to thank you man! We’ve got the next couple of days off because of your knee. Pete’s going to work on the hobbits.”
“You should really thank Viggo.”
“Why didn’t you guys ask me to help with the moving?”
“That stuff was really heavy, Orlando.”
He laughed. “Yeah, and you obviously did a spiff job with it.”
Sean hung up, grimacing. He was going to break it to the kid that there was no such thing as an unexpected day off. They’d spend the next few days doing fittings and studio work and being coached. All the things Orlando hated. He’d just let the bastard be surprised Monday morning.
“Is the elf challenging your masculinity?” Viggo continued to pet his hair.
“Yeah. Him, of all fucking people.”
“Well.” Viggo leaned down to suck on his neck, his teeth gently gnawing on his collarbone as he came back up. “I think you’re plenty manly, if it’s worth anything.”
“Yeah?”
His hand trailed down to the zipper of Sean’s jeans, he cupped the thick material and within seconds, felt it growing thicker. “Yeah. Masculine enough for us both.”
“Then will you stop fussing over me?”
“I just want to make you feel better.” Viggo said innocently, his voice barely above a whisper.
“That’s what your mouth is for.”
Viggo’s hand tightened on Sean’s bulge, his fingers were moving in slow circles.
“If I was a woman, I’d slap you.”
And with that, he unzipped his jeans. His hand freeing Sean’s cock and stroking slowly.
“But you’re not.” Sean said through gritted teeth. “Oh! You’re maternal with a dick.”
“Guess that’s better than being a maternal dick.” Viggo’s hand hit a sensitive spot on Sean, causing his whole body to jerk, including his leg.
“Ow, fuck!”
“Ssssh, just relax.” Viggo bent over, the tip of his tongue circling the head of Sean’s cock. “You’re tense.”
“You think?” He spat out. His toes curled in pleasure, sending more shooting pain to his knee. “This is fucking cruel.”
Viggo removed both his head and hand. “I wont continue if you can’t be still.”
Sean’s hand instinctively lowered to tend to his throbbing cock. Viggo caught it midway, pinning them both above Sean’s head. He leaned over him, his jeans rubbing wonderfully over Sean. His lips grazed against Sean’s as his figure loomed over.
“I can’t be responsible for further injury.” Viggo couldn’t remove the smile from his face.
“I hate you, you-” Sean muttered.
Viggo’s mouth cut him off, at first kissing passionately, then slowly and intensely. Sean’s hands stopped jerking against Viggo’s, his eyes closed, his pulse lowered. He felt as if he was ready to sleep again as he felt Viggo’s lips leave him, traveling down to his cock seconds later to take him fully. He had the mercy not to fuck around with him and just swallow him whole. Up and down, a few bobs of the head and flicks of the tongue and before he even realized it, Sean was spilling into Viggo’s mouth, his whole body feeling relaxed and at ease.
His eyes still closed, he buried his head further into his pillow. Viggo placed a blanket over him, gave him a salty kiss on the lips and he fell asleep.
Author:
skyeathena Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: R
Summary: What's worse than Sean's actual injury is Viggo suddenly fussing over him.
Disclaimer: I own and know nothing. 100% fiction!
Notes: For
milochka, the brave. I was going to write you some Russian accent smut, but just couldn't do it the justice it deserved. So alas, I give you injury smut. Fitting, huh? To everyone who sees this- hug her and tell her what a goddess she is.He wanted one of those great buddy relationships with Viggo. They could sit together in the quiet, have some drinks, then fuck. He’d wake up in the morning to a warm, sweaty body next to him. No breakfast made, no waking up an hour earlier to beautify so he’d look good next to Sean when he eventually woke up. That would be perfect. Instead, Sean’s sunk into his own couch, leg elevated on a stack of pillows and not watching his game because he’s too preoccupied with what the hell Viggo is doing in the kitchen.
The smell was intense, Sean didn’t realize the miniscule contents of his kitchen could produce something like that. Viggo came into the living room, holding a storage bag in his hand and the phone to his ear.
“Okay, thanks. Bye!”
“He said to use ice, heat will only make it worse.”
Sean looked at his knee, which was turning an intense shade of purple. He’d forgotten about it for the past ten minutes, the alcohol and Viggo’s pot taking it’s hold on him. There was some codine in his cabinet somewhere, but Viggo hated most prescription drugs. He’d entered that wonderful pot induced stage of mental blankness and the inability to do anything but fall asleep. Hence why he hardly ever smoked.
Viggo tried the best he could to gently place the bag on top of Sean’s knee, but it still hurt like hell. Not so much from the weight on his knee, but the chill of the ice causing his whole leg to jerk.
“Sssh. It’s okay.” He sounded a lot like Aragorn as he said it. “Do you have an ace bandage or something?”
“No.”
“Well you should, if this has happened before with your knee.”
Sean considered explaining for the millionth time that this was a rare occasion. Work had been especially grueling for both of them that week. It probably wasn’t the best idea to help their buddy James, a stuntman, move into his new apartment on their one day off. Especially without establishing some kind of joint communication with one another. For example, when Sean was going to lift a huge wall unit, it would have been helpful if Viggo was also lifting on the other side and not in some kind of trance. Hence his current injury, and the crack in the furniture from it falling to the cement.
What was worse than the physical pain was Viggo being his wet nurse. He would have been okay if one of the women were fussing over him. Or maybe Orlando. But not somebody who was as equally masculine as he was.
He mentioned that in the car, as he was sprawled across the backseat. This got a speech in turn about how it’s stupid for him to think that they’re close enough to sleep together but not for Viggo to see Sean all hurt and vulnerable.
Sean snapped out of it. “Giving me a lecture on being prepared?”
“You’re more than prepared with other things, Sean. You keep lube and condoms in every room of this place, plus the glove compartment of your car.”
“And we’ve put that to use, haven’t we?”
Viggo removed his hand from the ice bag, it fell down onto the floor. He picked it back up.
“You have a shirt or something around here to tie this with?”
“Why don’t you use yours.” He suggested, sleepily.
“Good idea.” Viggo peeled it off, and Sean basked in the all too familiar scent of smoke and sweat and spice. “This material is breathable.”
As he leaned over Sean, taking his time to gently wrap the material around his knee, his hands began to graze the tanned flesh of Viggo’s torso, tracing the line between his stomach and the low waistband of his jeans.
He stopped, mid knot. “Oh shit, I just got an idea. Sean, can I take this off?”
“Mmmph,” He offered, his hand now sliding around to Viggo’s back.
“Because I’d like to take a few pictures of it. I just realized that I’ve been taking pictures of everyone’s injuries. Maybe I can make something out of all of them.”
“Anything for your art.” Sean mumbled. Even while high, he didn’t understand the reasoning behind half the stuff that man did.
Viggo ran off to his car. Coming back in, he sniffed around. “Oh my god! The food!” He ran into the kitchen and came back. “Fuck, it’s burnt. Mind some delivery?”
“Viggo, I’m just about to fall asleep. Do what you want.” Sean laughed as he realized that he sounded like his daughter when she was woken up.
“Okay, keep your knee still.” Viggo fuddled with his camera a bit, finally getting up and trying different angles to capture the ‘essence’ of his knee. Last thing Sean remembered was him turning on a lamp and climbing atop the side table for an overhead shot. He had lucid dreams involving him trying to sketch the various bruises and scratches on Viggo’s back from their week of rough filming and fucking. The other involved his house burning down, nothing being saved but a spice rack he didn’t know he had and Viggo’s camera.
Later, he woke up to his doorbell ringing. He opened his eyes to see a shirtless Viggo giving a man some money from his wallet and carrying in a white paper bag. He drifted back to sleep and woke up again to see Viggo coming back from the kitchen.
“Ordered us some Thai. Yours is in the fridge, let me know when you want me to heat it.”
“Thanks. Sit.” Sean said.
Viggo cleared off some remotes on his coffee table and sat down, he stroked his hand through Sean’s hair.
“Sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”
“It’s okay. I’ve grown used to it.”
They both smiled at each other when the phone rang. Sean answered.
“Yeah?”
“Sean!” Orlando boomed from his end. “I just want to thank you man! We’ve got the next couple of days off because of your knee. Pete’s going to work on the hobbits.”
“You should really thank Viggo.”
“Why didn’t you guys ask me to help with the moving?”
“That stuff was really heavy, Orlando.”
He laughed. “Yeah, and you obviously did a spiff job with it.”
Sean hung up, grimacing. He was going to break it to the kid that there was no such thing as an unexpected day off. They’d spend the next few days doing fittings and studio work and being coached. All the things Orlando hated. He’d just let the bastard be surprised Monday morning.
“Is the elf challenging your masculinity?” Viggo continued to pet his hair.
“Yeah. Him, of all fucking people.”
“Well.” Viggo leaned down to suck on his neck, his teeth gently gnawing on his collarbone as he came back up. “I think you’re plenty manly, if it’s worth anything.”
“Yeah?”
His hand trailed down to the zipper of Sean’s jeans, he cupped the thick material and within seconds, felt it growing thicker. “Yeah. Masculine enough for us both.”
“Then will you stop fussing over me?”
“I just want to make you feel better.” Viggo said innocently, his voice barely above a whisper.
“That’s what your mouth is for.”
Viggo’s hand tightened on Sean’s bulge, his fingers were moving in slow circles.
“If I was a woman, I’d slap you.”
And with that, he unzipped his jeans. His hand freeing Sean’s cock and stroking slowly.
“But you’re not.” Sean said through gritted teeth. “Oh! You’re maternal with a dick.”
“Guess that’s better than being a maternal dick.” Viggo’s hand hit a sensitive spot on Sean, causing his whole body to jerk, including his leg.
“Ow, fuck!”
“Ssssh, just relax.” Viggo bent over, the tip of his tongue circling the head of Sean’s cock. “You’re tense.”
“You think?” He spat out. His toes curled in pleasure, sending more shooting pain to his knee. “This is fucking cruel.”
Viggo removed both his head and hand. “I wont continue if you can’t be still.”
Sean’s hand instinctively lowered to tend to his throbbing cock. Viggo caught it midway, pinning them both above Sean’s head. He leaned over him, his jeans rubbing wonderfully over Sean. His lips grazed against Sean’s as his figure loomed over.
“I can’t be responsible for further injury.” Viggo couldn’t remove the smile from his face.
“I hate you, you-” Sean muttered.
Viggo’s mouth cut him off, at first kissing passionately, then slowly and intensely. Sean’s hands stopped jerking against Viggo’s, his eyes closed, his pulse lowered. He felt as if he was ready to sleep again as he felt Viggo’s lips leave him, traveling down to his cock seconds later to take him fully. He had the mercy not to fuck around with him and just swallow him whole. Up and down, a few bobs of the head and flicks of the tongue and before he even realized it, Sean was spilling into Viggo’s mouth, his whole body feeling relaxed and at ease.
His eyes still closed, he buried his head further into his pillow. Viggo placed a blanket over him, gave him a salty kiss on the lips and he fell asleep.
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Date: 2004-03-30 12:09 pm (UTC)Oh, GOTTA quote one part--
“Is the elf challenging your masculinity?” Viggo continued to pet his hair.
“Yeah. Him, of all fucking people.”
LOL! Brilliant! Poor Sean! [snicker]
Great stuff, thanks for posting!
Angie
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Date: 2004-03-30 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 12:23 pm (UTC)Lovely. And hot *s*
Thank you for sharing *s*
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Date: 2004-03-30 08:37 pm (UTC)Did I mention I'm your bitch today?
This is GREAT! Poor injured!Sean and maternal-but-manly!Viggo and photography and neck-sucking *gnnhhhh* and holding Sean's hands captive *double, triple, quadruple gnnnhhhhh* and hot man-sex... what more could a girl ask for?!
And I just love your Viggo to pieces. Could he come over and take care of my painful toes? (Preferably while shirtless.) And the photographing of injured bits... I can SO see him doing that.
Thank you thank you thank you! *loud, slurpy smooches*
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Date: 2004-03-30 10:36 pm (UTC)offer you a trip to Mexico because OMG I WANNA GOI've got a weird thing for the whole 'hands behind the head' thing. Limitless possibilities there.
I think Viggo works best at EVERYTHING while shirtless. And as we learned from the best interview of all time, he's got that foot fetish. He'll take reaaaaal good of your toes.
I'm sending your toes happy healing vibes. Like dusk on the eastern horizon. O can you see it, o can you see it. (Note to self, do not read American Lit work while on LJ)
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Date: 2004-03-30 10:52 pm (UTC)Heh. *pats self on back* Reverse psychology -- it works every time. (And don't you worry, I won't forget about that trip to Mexico, because OMG I WANNA GO THERE AGAIN!)
That pic of Viggo in the hotel room with the ruffled hair and the cowboy boots... oooh yeah. I think I'll go stare at it some more. *stares*
Thank you so much for the happy, hippie healing vibes. Maybe Viggo can do some healing chants during the foot massage? The toes are starting to hurt again, and I have class tomorrow... urgghhhh. No es bueno...
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Date: 2004-03-30 08:47 pm (UTC)And with that, he unzipped his jeans. His hand freeing Sean’s cock and stroking slowly.
“But you’re not.” Sean said through gritted teeth. “Oh! You’re maternal with a dick.” had me roaring with laughter. heehee...
Such a nice 'I'm hurt gimme a blow job' vision... neat look at masculine Viggo just trying to help out hurt Sean. Aww... Enjoyed it fully!
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Date: 2004-03-30 10:39 pm (UTC)I get to do my term paper on ANYONE on my Brit Lit syllabus....I'm going to do a certain work by a Mr. Lawrence.
LOLOL!!!
Date: 2004-03-30 11:10 pm (UTC)LOL!! OMG, this was too funny and such a deliciously wry tone throughout...whoot! Delightfully spacey/crazy Vig, climbing up onto tables, burning food, melting off into thought whilst moving furniture...lol.
And hotness, too! Naughty Sean and fussing Viggo...mmmm....*tackles*
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Date: 2004-03-31 02:17 am (UTC)Thanks for the great fic!
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