What’s Simple Is True 2/5
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rugbytackleTitle: What’s Simple Is True
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: NC-17
Beta: None this time. Blame it all on me!
Warning: N/A
Feedback: Would love it
Website: http://www.lordsofgondor.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sairalinde/
Disclaimer: This never happened...this is total fiction. Viggo and Sean are incredibly, deliciously real but sadly I can make no claims on them. This was written in fun that's all.
Archiving: Rugbytackling, OEAM, SL, LOM, GO, Others ask.
Summary/Notes: Viggo is in an accident and Sean drops everything to take care of him. “That man is obviously head over heels for you. I have lots of very close friends, Mr. Mortensen. Friends I have had since childhood and they wouldn’t put their life on hold just to take care of me for an entire month or more. Just an observation.”
This has been on my HD since January and I've re-written it 3 times! It was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tarnished_raven's last fic The Color of Roses that inspired me to wrap this one up.
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Viggo was happy to see Henry and Sean when they walked in his hospital room. To be honest he was bored out of his mind.
“God, I hate hospitals running your friends and family off until ‘visiting hours’.” Viggo complained giving Henry a one armed hug. The IV was gone and the black eyes were fading but he still looked pretty rough around the edges.
“I hope you don’t mind, Vig but I did some rearranging at your house to get ready for you to come home tomorrow.” Sean said sitting down in the chair next to the bed giving his friend’s hand a quick squeeze.
“No don’t mind at all. You’re probably exhausted though…how long did it take?” Viggo asked with a knowing grin.
“Longer than I thought it would. Managed to get Elijah and Dom to come over and help though. Your couch weighs a fucking ton!” Sean teased.
“You moved the couch? You are a brave man.” Viggo said with a laugh. “The lawyer called today said that the hearing would be in a few weeks.”
“The jerk pleading not guilty?” Henry asked plopping down on the floor next to Sean.
“Of course.” Viggo said trying to sit up a bit in the bed. He wasn’t able to with only one arm and Sean jumped up quickly to help him. He even fluffed his pillow a bit.
“Thanks, Sean. You know you are good at this. I can’t believe how much help you’ve been just while I’ve been in here. The nurses are nice and all but they don’t think of things the way you do. I could have kissed you when you brushed my hair the other day for me. With IV’s in one arm and a sling on the other I couldn’t really do it myself…and it’s not like I care how I look but my head actually hurt from not brushing my hair. I think the nurses don’t realize when I played Aragorn that was a wig.” Viggo said with a grin. He’d actually enjoyed the attention Sean paid to him, usually Viggo hated being taken care of but Sean didn’t make a fuss just did what was needed.
“I know. They overlook little things like that really. It’s not their fault. They have a whole floor of patients, I just have you.” Sean said stepping back. He realized how that had sounded and looked out the window. He also realized a little too late that he blushed when Viggo said he could have kissed him.
Henry scrambled up from the floor and pulled something out of his backpack.
“Note from school, permission for a field trip. Need to have a parent sign it and Mom’s in Sacramento.” Henry explained handing the note to Viggo.
He read it and then Henry gave him a pen. “That seems to be all you do anymore is go on field trips, don’t they actually teach you kids anything?”
“Nah, short attention spans you know.” Henry said with a laugh.
Sean just tried to blend into the walls and let them have their father son moment. He looked around the room for a minute and then smiled. “Viggo you want anything? Neither of us have had dinner and I am sure you are tired of hospital food. Why don’t I pop out and grab something? Sort of celebrate your last night in this place.” Sean suggested remembering something his Dad had done for his Aunt when she was in the hospital after a car wreck. She was miserable and he brought her favorite meal to her, because she had complained about how horrible the food was. Made everyone on her floor jealous.
“That actually sounds wonderful, and I don’t even care what you bring back…as long as it has some flavor and Jell-O is nowhere to be seen!” Viggo said with a laugh.
“I know just the thing…come on Sean!” Henry said heading toward the door.
“No, you stay here and keep your father company…I’ll be back in a little while.” Sean said slipping out. He already knew what he would bring back.
Viggo smiled at his son after Sean left.
“What are you up to, Henry?” Viggo asked suspiciously.
“What do you mean?” The boy asked innocently.
“Sean said you told him I asked for him before the surgery. I do not remember that. I know I was out of it, but I think I would remember that.” Viggo said looking at his son intently. It was the first time he’d been alone with Henry since Sean had arrived.
“Sure you did.” Henry said but looked everywhere but Viggo’s eyes.
“You know better than to lie to me.” Viggo warned sternly.
“Awww Dad, come on. You love Sean, you told me you did. Why wouldn’t you want him here?” Henry asked.
“But Henry that love only goes one way. To Sean I am just his best friend.” Viggo defended. He appreciated Henry was only trying to help but he felt awkward enough around Sean since he discovered his feelings went deeper than just friendship.
“You are wrong, Dad. Sean loves you…he flew here straight from London to see you. He has been cleaning the house for days. He even brushed your hair for you the other day, and honestly you both looked very happy together like that. Now he’s gone out to buy you something other than hospital food just because he wants to and you are going to tell me that is just friendship? I may be young but I’m not stupid.” Henry said plopping down in the chair Sean always sat in by Viggo’s bed.
Viggo sighed. “Henry, adults are a bit more complicated than that. All of us are close. You think Sean wouldn’t do this for Orli or Dom or any of us? He would in a heartbeat. He’s just that kind of guy.” Viggo explained.
“You’re wrong, Dad.” Henry said crossing his arms across his chest and frowning as he looked out the window. Xene always did that when she ended an argument, he knew Henry was done.
Viggo sighed again and shook his head. He wished Henry was right, with all his soul he wished he was right, but it had been years since he fell in love with Sean and never had he suspected Sean felt more for him than just close friendship.
When Sean finally returned with a huge pizza and three sodas Viggo grinned at him.
“How’d you guess?” Viggo asked.
“Was a pretty safe bet. Someone once told me everyone likes pizza.” Sean answered with a grin. It was an old joke between them. Viggo had told him one night back in New Zealand when they were trying to decide what to have for dinner one of their poker nights. “Aww come on Sean, it’s simple. Everyone likes pizza, yes we’ll get a veggie only for Orli, come on.”
The next morning Sean got ready to go to the hospital. Henry had stayed home from school and they went together to pick up Viggo. It seemed to take forever to get Viggo dressed. Trying to dress him around and over his leg and arm was tougher than Sean thought but he eventually figured out the best way. Then after all that work it seemed to take even longer to get him released and sneak him out. The press had gotten wind of his accident.
Getting Viggo into the car was an exercise in patience of religious proportions. The cast wasn’t the easiest thing to work around, but they finally managed…although all three of them broke into fits of laughter twice in the process. At one point Sean just sat down on the pavement and laughed so hard he had tears spilling down his face and Henry was just as bad off propped up against him. Viggo suggested they strap him to the luggage rack and that brought on a new round of laughter before they were finally able to get him situated.
When they arrived at Viggo’s, Sean and Henry helped him into his wheelchair and took him up to the house. This time it went a bit more smoothly. Sean had installed a temporary ramp up the steps which Viggo smiled at.
“You certainly thought of everything.” Viggo said shaking his head.
Sean just smiled at him and unlocked the door. Henry slipped through first and then Sean followed pushing Viggo.
Sean and Henry set about getting Viggo settled back into his own home and then Sean went to make dinner. While it was in the oven and Henry had gone to his room to take a phone call, Sean returned to the living room with Viggo.
“Uh Sean…I uh I need to use the rest room.” Viggo said softly feel quite uncomfortable about the whole idea of needing to ask for help.
“Oh hell why didn’t you say so?” Sean asked feeling like a fool for not asking about something like that. It’s not like Viggo can just hop up and go on his own. If he’s here to help he needs to think of these things.
“Well it’s a little embarrassing having to ask for help, but I think I’m going to be more embarrassed if I piss on myself.” Viggo said shaking his head.
Sean laughed. “Right. Well let’s get that taken care of. The doctor said you can use the crutches just a little bit if you need to…think you can? I will help you of course.”
“Yeah, not going to be easy with this shoulder though.” Viggo complained.
“Let’s just try it this way.” Sean said pulling Viggo up from the wheelchair and steadying him against his side. “Ok…let’s go slow.” He wrapped his arm around Viggo’s waist and Viggo put his good arm around Sean’s and they hobbled to the bathroom together.
They finally managed to make it back from the bathroom with a minimum of laughter.
“Christ, I never thought taking a piss was going to include a spotter.” Viggo said sliding onto the bed with Sean’s help.
Sean laughed. “It could have been worse, you could have two broken legs.”
The next several days passed slowly. Viggo’s arm was doing a bit better and Sean had set his easel low enough so Viggo could paint. Viggo was doing just that when the phone rang. He looked across the room at the phone sitting on the bookcase.
“Great.” He muttered. “Sean!” He called out but didn’t get a response. “Just let the damn thing ring then.” Viggo said returning to his painting.
A few minutes later Sean walked in. “Were you calling me?”
Viggo looked up and felt his mouth go dry. Sean had been out in his back yard apparently doing some gardening. He had cut off jeans on and no shirt and dirt up to his elbows. Sweat was glistening on his shoulders and chest and Viggo decided he definitely liked the grubby gardener look.
“Where have you been?” Viggo asked knowing exactly the answer but his brain was so befuddled it was the only question he could manage.
“Weeding that sorry excuse of a flower bed you have back there. Don’t you ever tend the thing?” Sean said pointing over his shoulder. “Anyway, were you calling me?”
“Yeah…phone rang. I let the machine get it though.” Viggo explained.
“Oh…I’ll go check the message. Damn, sorry I should have left the phone next to you.” Sean answered.
“That’s ok, don’t feel much like talking anyway.” Viggo said turning back to his painting and trying to will the image of Sean’s golden body covered in sweat from his mind.
Sean flashed a quick grin at him as he went to the kitchen. He washed up and grabbed his shirt and threw it on as he checked the answering machine. It was Viggo’s doctor’s office confirming their appointment for the next day.
“Wasn’t a big deal…your doctor called to confirm tomorrows check up.” Sean said walking back in with a glass of water for himself and one for Viggo.
“Thanks.” Viggo said taking he glass. “Yeah maybe they will take part of this cast off…she said if it was healing well they might get me down to a brace and a lower leg cast so I can at least bend my knee. Would make things so much easier, plus I can get out of this thing.” Viggo said indicating the wheelchair.
“Yeah and maybe I should tell her what a naughty boy you’ve been.” Sean answered.
“Oh God. Please don’t.” Viggo laughed.
“Viggo I thought for sure I was going to have to haul your arse back to the hospital with that stunt you pulled the other day.” Sean said shaking his head but barely able to suppress a grin.
“Well it itches like hell.”
“I know it does, but I don’t fancy fishing another paint brush out of your cast.” Sean said shaking his head. “How you meant to reach your knee with it is beyond me.”
“I underestimated I guess…I was desperate.” Viggo defended. He’d really not realized it would turn into such an ordeal. Although he hadn’t planned on getting caught either.
“Well you know if you keep that up they will put you in a fiberglass cast…those are heavy as hell and you can’t get anything inside them. Broke my arm once…got a ruler stuck in mine.” Sean admitted.
“A ruler?” Viggo asked laughing.
“I was fourteen at the time.” Sean said grinning at the memory and the look on Viggo’s face.
“I would have like to have seen that.” Viggo mused.
“Yeah we would have been holy terrors together as teenagers I would think.” Sean said sitting on the little desk across from where Viggo was painting.
They grew silent after a while and Sean thought about the chores he needed to do the rest of the day. He still needed to wash the dishes, wash a load of towels, and Viggo needed a bath. Both of them were embarrassed and awkward about that at first, but they had fallen into a routine with that, still didn’t make it any easier.
“What are you thinking about.” Viggo said cleaning his paint brush.
“What still needs to be done. Need to do the dishes and a load of towels and I need to take a shower, and help you take a bath.” Sean said.
Viggo cringed a bit. Sean was working his ass off taking care of him.
“Sean, why don’t you let me do the dishes or at least help?” Viggo asked turning his wheelchair a bit to face him better. He wasn’t sure how he could do the dishes unless Sean propped him up some way but he’d manage it if he’d let him.
“No, but I tell you what. You can help with folding the towels.” Sean said getting up and heading for the bathroom to gather up the towels. May as well do them now while he was thinking about it.
Viggo sighed when Sean left the room. Well folding towels was at least something. Then Viggo thought about the other. The bath. He both loved and hated those. He loved having Sean that close to him, touching him, he really was a very patient man and quite good at this taking care of people thing. The only problem was Viggo had to nearly bite through his tongue to keep from reacting to his touch. It was killing him having Sean so close yet so far away at the same time.
Viggo wheeled himself into the kitchen to wait for Sean. He soon returned with a basket of dirty towels and stepped into the laundry room then a few minutes later he went to the sink.
“Talk to me while I wash?” Sean asked over his shoulder.
“Sure.” Viggo replied watching Sean filling the sink with water. He never used the dishwasher.
“You know whenever someone says ‘loading the dishwasher’ I am going to imagine getting you drunk.” Viggo said suddenly making Sean nearly drop a glass he laughed so hard.
“I’m not quite sure how to take that.” Sean said shaking his head.
“I was just wondering why you never use the dishwasher?” Viggo asked curiously.
“There aren’t many dishes and a dishwasher uses the same amount of water and electricity for a very small load as it does for a large one. So it’s wasteful.” Sean explained.
Viggo nodded. He’d almost forgotten that Sean had quite an environmentalist streak…everyone called him a tree hugger but Sean was as bad as he was if not worse. He just wasn’t as vocal about it as Viggo had been.
“Good reason.” Viggo admitted. Sean and he were perfect together like so many of his friends had told him...but how to explain it?
TBC
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: NC-17
Beta: None this time. Blame it all on me!
Warning: N/A
Feedback: Would love it
Website: http://www.lordsofgondor.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sairalinde/
Disclaimer: This never happened...this is total fiction. Viggo and Sean are incredibly, deliciously real but sadly I can make no claims on them. This was written in fun that's all.
Archiving: Rugbytackling, OEAM, SL, LOM, GO, Others ask.
Summary/Notes: Viggo is in an accident and Sean drops everything to take care of him. “That man is obviously head over heels for you. I have lots of very close friends, Mr. Mortensen. Friends I have had since childhood and they wouldn’t put their life on hold just to take care of me for an entire month or more. Just an observation.”
This has been on my HD since January and I've re-written it 3 times! It was
tarnished_raven's last fic The Color of Roses that inspired me to wrap this one up. ---------------------------------------------------------------
Viggo was happy to see Henry and Sean when they walked in his hospital room. To be honest he was bored out of his mind.
“God, I hate hospitals running your friends and family off until ‘visiting hours’.” Viggo complained giving Henry a one armed hug. The IV was gone and the black eyes were fading but he still looked pretty rough around the edges.
“I hope you don’t mind, Vig but I did some rearranging at your house to get ready for you to come home tomorrow.” Sean said sitting down in the chair next to the bed giving his friend’s hand a quick squeeze.
“No don’t mind at all. You’re probably exhausted though…how long did it take?” Viggo asked with a knowing grin.
“Longer than I thought it would. Managed to get Elijah and Dom to come over and help though. Your couch weighs a fucking ton!” Sean teased.
“You moved the couch? You are a brave man.” Viggo said with a laugh. “The lawyer called today said that the hearing would be in a few weeks.”
“The jerk pleading not guilty?” Henry asked plopping down on the floor next to Sean.
“Of course.” Viggo said trying to sit up a bit in the bed. He wasn’t able to with only one arm and Sean jumped up quickly to help him. He even fluffed his pillow a bit.
“Thanks, Sean. You know you are good at this. I can’t believe how much help you’ve been just while I’ve been in here. The nurses are nice and all but they don’t think of things the way you do. I could have kissed you when you brushed my hair the other day for me. With IV’s in one arm and a sling on the other I couldn’t really do it myself…and it’s not like I care how I look but my head actually hurt from not brushing my hair. I think the nurses don’t realize when I played Aragorn that was a wig.” Viggo said with a grin. He’d actually enjoyed the attention Sean paid to him, usually Viggo hated being taken care of but Sean didn’t make a fuss just did what was needed.
“I know. They overlook little things like that really. It’s not their fault. They have a whole floor of patients, I just have you.” Sean said stepping back. He realized how that had sounded and looked out the window. He also realized a little too late that he blushed when Viggo said he could have kissed him.
Henry scrambled up from the floor and pulled something out of his backpack.
“Note from school, permission for a field trip. Need to have a parent sign it and Mom’s in Sacramento.” Henry explained handing the note to Viggo.
He read it and then Henry gave him a pen. “That seems to be all you do anymore is go on field trips, don’t they actually teach you kids anything?”
“Nah, short attention spans you know.” Henry said with a laugh.
Sean just tried to blend into the walls and let them have their father son moment. He looked around the room for a minute and then smiled. “Viggo you want anything? Neither of us have had dinner and I am sure you are tired of hospital food. Why don’t I pop out and grab something? Sort of celebrate your last night in this place.” Sean suggested remembering something his Dad had done for his Aunt when she was in the hospital after a car wreck. She was miserable and he brought her favorite meal to her, because she had complained about how horrible the food was. Made everyone on her floor jealous.
“That actually sounds wonderful, and I don’t even care what you bring back…as long as it has some flavor and Jell-O is nowhere to be seen!” Viggo said with a laugh.
“I know just the thing…come on Sean!” Henry said heading toward the door.
“No, you stay here and keep your father company…I’ll be back in a little while.” Sean said slipping out. He already knew what he would bring back.
Viggo smiled at his son after Sean left.
“What are you up to, Henry?” Viggo asked suspiciously.
“What do you mean?” The boy asked innocently.
“Sean said you told him I asked for him before the surgery. I do not remember that. I know I was out of it, but I think I would remember that.” Viggo said looking at his son intently. It was the first time he’d been alone with Henry since Sean had arrived.
“Sure you did.” Henry said but looked everywhere but Viggo’s eyes.
“You know better than to lie to me.” Viggo warned sternly.
“Awww Dad, come on. You love Sean, you told me you did. Why wouldn’t you want him here?” Henry asked.
“But Henry that love only goes one way. To Sean I am just his best friend.” Viggo defended. He appreciated Henry was only trying to help but he felt awkward enough around Sean since he discovered his feelings went deeper than just friendship.
“You are wrong, Dad. Sean loves you…he flew here straight from London to see you. He has been cleaning the house for days. He even brushed your hair for you the other day, and honestly you both looked very happy together like that. Now he’s gone out to buy you something other than hospital food just because he wants to and you are going to tell me that is just friendship? I may be young but I’m not stupid.” Henry said plopping down in the chair Sean always sat in by Viggo’s bed.
Viggo sighed. “Henry, adults are a bit more complicated than that. All of us are close. You think Sean wouldn’t do this for Orli or Dom or any of us? He would in a heartbeat. He’s just that kind of guy.” Viggo explained.
“You’re wrong, Dad.” Henry said crossing his arms across his chest and frowning as he looked out the window. Xene always did that when she ended an argument, he knew Henry was done.
Viggo sighed again and shook his head. He wished Henry was right, with all his soul he wished he was right, but it had been years since he fell in love with Sean and never had he suspected Sean felt more for him than just close friendship.
When Sean finally returned with a huge pizza and three sodas Viggo grinned at him.
“How’d you guess?” Viggo asked.
“Was a pretty safe bet. Someone once told me everyone likes pizza.” Sean answered with a grin. It was an old joke between them. Viggo had told him one night back in New Zealand when they were trying to decide what to have for dinner one of their poker nights. “Aww come on Sean, it’s simple. Everyone likes pizza, yes we’ll get a veggie only for Orli, come on.”
The next morning Sean got ready to go to the hospital. Henry had stayed home from school and they went together to pick up Viggo. It seemed to take forever to get Viggo dressed. Trying to dress him around and over his leg and arm was tougher than Sean thought but he eventually figured out the best way. Then after all that work it seemed to take even longer to get him released and sneak him out. The press had gotten wind of his accident.
Getting Viggo into the car was an exercise in patience of religious proportions. The cast wasn’t the easiest thing to work around, but they finally managed…although all three of them broke into fits of laughter twice in the process. At one point Sean just sat down on the pavement and laughed so hard he had tears spilling down his face and Henry was just as bad off propped up against him. Viggo suggested they strap him to the luggage rack and that brought on a new round of laughter before they were finally able to get him situated.
When they arrived at Viggo’s, Sean and Henry helped him into his wheelchair and took him up to the house. This time it went a bit more smoothly. Sean had installed a temporary ramp up the steps which Viggo smiled at.
“You certainly thought of everything.” Viggo said shaking his head.
Sean just smiled at him and unlocked the door. Henry slipped through first and then Sean followed pushing Viggo.
Sean and Henry set about getting Viggo settled back into his own home and then Sean went to make dinner. While it was in the oven and Henry had gone to his room to take a phone call, Sean returned to the living room with Viggo.
“Uh Sean…I uh I need to use the rest room.” Viggo said softly feel quite uncomfortable about the whole idea of needing to ask for help.
“Oh hell why didn’t you say so?” Sean asked feeling like a fool for not asking about something like that. It’s not like Viggo can just hop up and go on his own. If he’s here to help he needs to think of these things.
“Well it’s a little embarrassing having to ask for help, but I think I’m going to be more embarrassed if I piss on myself.” Viggo said shaking his head.
Sean laughed. “Right. Well let’s get that taken care of. The doctor said you can use the crutches just a little bit if you need to…think you can? I will help you of course.”
“Yeah, not going to be easy with this shoulder though.” Viggo complained.
“Let’s just try it this way.” Sean said pulling Viggo up from the wheelchair and steadying him against his side. “Ok…let’s go slow.” He wrapped his arm around Viggo’s waist and Viggo put his good arm around Sean’s and they hobbled to the bathroom together.
They finally managed to make it back from the bathroom with a minimum of laughter.
“Christ, I never thought taking a piss was going to include a spotter.” Viggo said sliding onto the bed with Sean’s help.
Sean laughed. “It could have been worse, you could have two broken legs.”
The next several days passed slowly. Viggo’s arm was doing a bit better and Sean had set his easel low enough so Viggo could paint. Viggo was doing just that when the phone rang. He looked across the room at the phone sitting on the bookcase.
“Great.” He muttered. “Sean!” He called out but didn’t get a response. “Just let the damn thing ring then.” Viggo said returning to his painting.
A few minutes later Sean walked in. “Were you calling me?”
Viggo looked up and felt his mouth go dry. Sean had been out in his back yard apparently doing some gardening. He had cut off jeans on and no shirt and dirt up to his elbows. Sweat was glistening on his shoulders and chest and Viggo decided he definitely liked the grubby gardener look.
“Where have you been?” Viggo asked knowing exactly the answer but his brain was so befuddled it was the only question he could manage.
“Weeding that sorry excuse of a flower bed you have back there. Don’t you ever tend the thing?” Sean said pointing over his shoulder. “Anyway, were you calling me?”
“Yeah…phone rang. I let the machine get it though.” Viggo explained.
“Oh…I’ll go check the message. Damn, sorry I should have left the phone next to you.” Sean answered.
“That’s ok, don’t feel much like talking anyway.” Viggo said turning back to his painting and trying to will the image of Sean’s golden body covered in sweat from his mind.
Sean flashed a quick grin at him as he went to the kitchen. He washed up and grabbed his shirt and threw it on as he checked the answering machine. It was Viggo’s doctor’s office confirming their appointment for the next day.
“Wasn’t a big deal…your doctor called to confirm tomorrows check up.” Sean said walking back in with a glass of water for himself and one for Viggo.
“Thanks.” Viggo said taking he glass. “Yeah maybe they will take part of this cast off…she said if it was healing well they might get me down to a brace and a lower leg cast so I can at least bend my knee. Would make things so much easier, plus I can get out of this thing.” Viggo said indicating the wheelchair.
“Yeah and maybe I should tell her what a naughty boy you’ve been.” Sean answered.
“Oh God. Please don’t.” Viggo laughed.
“Viggo I thought for sure I was going to have to haul your arse back to the hospital with that stunt you pulled the other day.” Sean said shaking his head but barely able to suppress a grin.
“Well it itches like hell.”
“I know it does, but I don’t fancy fishing another paint brush out of your cast.” Sean said shaking his head. “How you meant to reach your knee with it is beyond me.”
“I underestimated I guess…I was desperate.” Viggo defended. He’d really not realized it would turn into such an ordeal. Although he hadn’t planned on getting caught either.
“Well you know if you keep that up they will put you in a fiberglass cast…those are heavy as hell and you can’t get anything inside them. Broke my arm once…got a ruler stuck in mine.” Sean admitted.
“A ruler?” Viggo asked laughing.
“I was fourteen at the time.” Sean said grinning at the memory and the look on Viggo’s face.
“I would have like to have seen that.” Viggo mused.
“Yeah we would have been holy terrors together as teenagers I would think.” Sean said sitting on the little desk across from where Viggo was painting.
They grew silent after a while and Sean thought about the chores he needed to do the rest of the day. He still needed to wash the dishes, wash a load of towels, and Viggo needed a bath. Both of them were embarrassed and awkward about that at first, but they had fallen into a routine with that, still didn’t make it any easier.
“What are you thinking about.” Viggo said cleaning his paint brush.
“What still needs to be done. Need to do the dishes and a load of towels and I need to take a shower, and help you take a bath.” Sean said.
Viggo cringed a bit. Sean was working his ass off taking care of him.
“Sean, why don’t you let me do the dishes or at least help?” Viggo asked turning his wheelchair a bit to face him better. He wasn’t sure how he could do the dishes unless Sean propped him up some way but he’d manage it if he’d let him.
“No, but I tell you what. You can help with folding the towels.” Sean said getting up and heading for the bathroom to gather up the towels. May as well do them now while he was thinking about it.
Viggo sighed when Sean left the room. Well folding towels was at least something. Then Viggo thought about the other. The bath. He both loved and hated those. He loved having Sean that close to him, touching him, he really was a very patient man and quite good at this taking care of people thing. The only problem was Viggo had to nearly bite through his tongue to keep from reacting to his touch. It was killing him having Sean so close yet so far away at the same time.
Viggo wheeled himself into the kitchen to wait for Sean. He soon returned with a basket of dirty towels and stepped into the laundry room then a few minutes later he went to the sink.
“Talk to me while I wash?” Sean asked over his shoulder.
“Sure.” Viggo replied watching Sean filling the sink with water. He never used the dishwasher.
“You know whenever someone says ‘loading the dishwasher’ I am going to imagine getting you drunk.” Viggo said suddenly making Sean nearly drop a glass he laughed so hard.
“I’m not quite sure how to take that.” Sean said shaking his head.
“I was just wondering why you never use the dishwasher?” Viggo asked curiously.
“There aren’t many dishes and a dishwasher uses the same amount of water and electricity for a very small load as it does for a large one. So it’s wasteful.” Sean explained.
Viggo nodded. He’d almost forgotten that Sean had quite an environmentalist streak…everyone called him a tree hugger but Sean was as bad as he was if not worse. He just wasn’t as vocal about it as Viggo had been.
“Good reason.” Viggo admitted. Sean and he were perfect together like so many of his friends had told him...but how to explain it?
TBC
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Date: 2004-04-15 05:33 am (UTC)I like it a lot. Sean's just sweet. :)
Can't wait for the rest.
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Date: 2004-04-15 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-15 06:09 am (UTC)Okay, I saw that when I read it, pictured it, clear as day.
One crazy dude in a cast, laughing his head off as he goes spinning down the freeway on a luggage rack!
I nearly choked to bloody death.... *g*
Note to self: Don't eat chocolate when reading sairalinde fics.
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Date: 2004-04-15 05:14 pm (UTC)Wish I could say that came entirely from my imagination but it really did happen...my 16 year old cousin broke his leg and my Mom, my Aunt, a nurse (a Nun at that), his 14 year old sister, and myself (12 at the time) were all trying to get him in the car and we were having a hell of a time. So my cousin suggested we should strap him to the roof of my Aunt's Duster. As mean as he always was to myself and his sis we were ready to do it too, but the adults stopped us! haha
Anyway....more coming soon! :)
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Date: 2004-04-15 10:49 am (UTC)*meeeeeeep*
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Date: 2004-04-15 05:18 pm (UTC)Except for the moment when I imagined dirty, sweaty Sean
guh yeah...I wrote it and umm yeah that's a wonderful image to go to sleep at night with :)
Hee hee hee! Great!
Date: 2004-04-15 03:12 pm (UTC)One thing though- Has no one told Sean he could just wait till the dishwasher is full before turning it on? That way there's never a wasteful small load.
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Date: 2004-04-15 05:19 pm (UTC)Has no one told Sean he could just wait till the dishwasher is full before turning it on? That way there's never a wasteful small load.
well yeah but then I couldn't use the "loading the dishwasher" joke I wanted to use. ;)
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Date: 2004-04-15 05:57 pm (UTC)Ah. I understand. :) You had a good reason for making Sean look slightly dense so. ;)
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Date: 2004-04-19 12:26 am (UTC)And the "loading the dishwasher"...lol...these boys are so cute! I am loving this, and love the suspense of waiting for the two of them to figure out what's going on!! :P