Seeing Sean - Chapter One
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rugbytackleI started writing this one in the middle of writing "Frankie" as a bit of a break. Got the first chapter written, guess I better finish the second one now!
FIC: Seeing Sean 1/2
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: R
PAIRING: SB/VM
WARNING: Language, adult concepts.
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Aftermath of dinner with Sean…
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owlgrey
I’m seeing Sean tonight…
I’ve missed him.
I miss New Zealand, the time spent with all my friends, with Sean. We were so separated from everyday ‘normal’ life … it seems a world away now. We were cocooned in Middle Earth and each other. Mud, rain, snow, endless shoots and laughing about it in darkened bars.
Don’t know why I thought he would be in Wellington? Guess I just assumed we would all be together at the end. I now realise that I kept going to the premieres hoping that he would be there. Could have just asked I suppose. Not Sean, I couldn’t ask him. Orlando would have found out for me… sweet Orlando, always there to rescue me where Sean was concerned. It still amazes me that someone so young picked me up time after time when I thought … what the fuck did I think? That Sean would wake up one day and … fuck … here I am again, I always seem to get to this point.
He sent an email; Pete read it out to us at the after party. It was full of in-jokes and best wishes, but nothing really personal. Nothing that we could pinpoint as being Sean. Still we laughed at the jokes and smiled at the best wishes.
Orlando held me a lot in Wellington, particularly in group photos where Sean’s absence was all the more noticeable. He filled my arms when they were painfully empty. By the time the circus hit LA I was so sure Sean would be there that I was literally clinging to Orli when he wasn’t. On the red carpet he held my face and kissed me when the loneliness hit.
But I am seeing Sean tonight.
Just dinner and a chance to catch up, nothing more. We will reminisce about the fun times in New Zealand, talk about our kids and plan future reunions that won’t happen. I’ll drink far too much and end up alone in my bed. Alone in my bed thinking about Sean while my fingers pretend they are his and roam my body barely touching until need forces more decisive contact. Then my hands will slide between my legs all ready slightly spread to accommodate them. I’ll murmur his name as I finally start stroking my cock, desire overcoming despair. For a few minutes...
Shit! Why do I do this?
Because I can’t not see Sean tonight.
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Sean frowned. He ran his fingers through his hair and sat down at the kitchen table. He laid the small battered book in front of him and his frown deepened. His face flushed slightly with shame, he hadn’t really intended to read Viggo’s journal. It was on the table and as he glanced over its open pages he vaguely registered it as none of his business until his eyes came to rest on his own name. Sean knew it was personal and he had no right to intrude on Viggo’s thoughts, but you know how it is when you see your name written somewhere he reasoned attempting to assuage his guilt.
He sat staring at the book for quite a while trying to figure out how to process what he had just read. But rather than dealing with the content his alcohol addled brain focussed on the doodles and random words scribbled around the border. Some words in the passage had been traced over several times emphasizing their intent. His own name was almost scored through the page.
His thoughts were whirling round his head. He hadn’t even guessed Viggo had felt anything for him other than friendship. He quietly cursed himself for treating Viggo’s friendship so lightly. Sean knew he made little effort to keep in touch with Viggo because he knew Viggo was always there for him when he wanted to talk or go for a meal. Sean’s eyes lighted on the sentence, “We will reminisce about the fun times in New Zealand, talk about our kids and plan future reunions that won’t happen.”
“Fuck”, he moaned with a slight shake of his head, “that’s exactly what happened.”
Sean had enjoyed the food and the conversation, talking about his girls and laughing at Viggo’s stories about his ineptness at teaching Henry to drive. There were few silences, but even they seemed to be comfortable. Viggo did drink a lot, but Sean had seen him do that on a number of occasions and hadn’t really thought much of it, he knew he would have to drive Viggo’s car home and crash in the spare room. It was just Viggo having a good time, wasn’t it?
“I’ll drink far too much and end up alone in my bed. Alone in my bed thinking about Sean while my fingers pretend they are his…” Sean read this line over and over, running his fingertips over the indentations in the page. He didn’t know how to feel about this… his stomach clenched at the hurt in the words, but his fingers ached to replace Viggo’s.
“Fucking Hell,” he whispered as he closed the journal and leaned back in his chair. Both his hands pushed nervously through his hair until they were clasped behind his head, forearms pressed against the side of his face. Sean closed his eyes. He sat like that for several minutes until he sighed and looked towards the door to the hallway. He had to talk to Viggo about this.
His head swam as he walked slowly along the darkened hall. Initially he had thought the hard part would be admitting that he read the journal, but as he made his way to Viggo’s room he knew that the really difficult question was how he felt about the contents of the messy page.
By the time he reached the door he was no clearer, but when Sean saw Viggo he couldn’t help but smile at the great King of Gondor. He was sound asleep on his stomach, naked apart from one ugly blue woolly sock that hadn’t made it on to the floor with the rest of his clothes. Sean quietly entered the room and sat on the side of the bed. Viggo was snoring gently and Sean wondered if he should just let it go and leave Viggo to sleep. The only problem was that he knew if nothing was said he was forcing Viggo to keep pretending and hurting.
Sean ran fingers over too short hair and suddenly wished that he had done this in NZ when his fingers could tangle in long dark hair. Still, Viggo’s hair was soft and even in the dim light Sean could make out the silver at his temples, for some reason this made Sean smile. He gently rubbed his thumb over the grey trying to order his thoughts and feelings for this man. Sean looked at his fingers as they absently caressed Viggo’s scalp and came to a decision. He carefully lifted his hand, rose from the bed and took a few steps away. He stopped at the chair near the window and started to undo the buttons on his shirt. His eyes never left his sleeping friend as he peeled off the last of his clothes and slowly lay down on the bed.
The movement on the bed didn’t wake him, but resulted in Viggo turning onto his side to give Sean room. Sean smiled at the subconscious action of someone who had spent a lot of years married and sharing a bed. Sean shuffled closer to Viggo, close enough to feel his breath and body heat, but not quite touching. He still wasn’t sure that this was a good idea, Viggo was drunk … hell so was he for that matter, but he knew he couldn’t start any of this sober.
He ran tentative fingers down Viggo’s neck and grinned slightly as Viggo stopped snoring and mumbled quietly in his sleep. Sean’s hand continued its path down to Viggo’s chest stroking lightly in the direction of his hair. He had never really paid much attention to chest hair before, but Sean found himself intrigued by its texture against the back of his fingers. An insistent heat began to pool deep in his stomach as he dragged his hand down following the trail of hair. Viggo’s body was similar to his own, but at the same time, so different. Viggo whimpered slightly as Sean’s fingers curled in the hair at his groin. Sean stopped his hand’s progress. He closed his eyes and sighed, this was wrong. He had all ready invaded the man’s private thoughts and now he was molesting him in his sleep.
Time to either stop … or wake him up.
Tbc…
FIC: Seeing Sean 1/2
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: R
PAIRING: SB/VM
WARNING: Language, adult concepts.
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Aftermath of dinner with Sean…
BETA:
owlgreyI’m seeing Sean tonight…
I’ve missed him.
I miss New Zealand, the time spent with all my friends, with Sean. We were so separated from everyday ‘normal’ life … it seems a world away now. We were cocooned in Middle Earth and each other. Mud, rain, snow, endless shoots and laughing about it in darkened bars.
Don’t know why I thought he would be in Wellington? Guess I just assumed we would all be together at the end. I now realise that I kept going to the premieres hoping that he would be there. Could have just asked I suppose. Not Sean, I couldn’t ask him. Orlando would have found out for me… sweet Orlando, always there to rescue me where Sean was concerned. It still amazes me that someone so young picked me up time after time when I thought … what the fuck did I think? That Sean would wake up one day and … fuck … here I am again, I always seem to get to this point.
He sent an email; Pete read it out to us at the after party. It was full of in-jokes and best wishes, but nothing really personal. Nothing that we could pinpoint as being Sean. Still we laughed at the jokes and smiled at the best wishes.
Orlando held me a lot in Wellington, particularly in group photos where Sean’s absence was all the more noticeable. He filled my arms when they were painfully empty. By the time the circus hit LA I was so sure Sean would be there that I was literally clinging to Orli when he wasn’t. On the red carpet he held my face and kissed me when the loneliness hit.
But I am seeing Sean tonight.
Just dinner and a chance to catch up, nothing more. We will reminisce about the fun times in New Zealand, talk about our kids and plan future reunions that won’t happen. I’ll drink far too much and end up alone in my bed. Alone in my bed thinking about Sean while my fingers pretend they are his and roam my body barely touching until need forces more decisive contact. Then my hands will slide between my legs all ready slightly spread to accommodate them. I’ll murmur his name as I finally start stroking my cock, desire overcoming despair. For a few minutes...
Shit! Why do I do this?
Because I can’t not see Sean tonight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sean frowned. He ran his fingers through his hair and sat down at the kitchen table. He laid the small battered book in front of him and his frown deepened. His face flushed slightly with shame, he hadn’t really intended to read Viggo’s journal. It was on the table and as he glanced over its open pages he vaguely registered it as none of his business until his eyes came to rest on his own name. Sean knew it was personal and he had no right to intrude on Viggo’s thoughts, but you know how it is when you see your name written somewhere he reasoned attempting to assuage his guilt.
He sat staring at the book for quite a while trying to figure out how to process what he had just read. But rather than dealing with the content his alcohol addled brain focussed on the doodles and random words scribbled around the border. Some words in the passage had been traced over several times emphasizing their intent. His own name was almost scored through the page.
His thoughts were whirling round his head. He hadn’t even guessed Viggo had felt anything for him other than friendship. He quietly cursed himself for treating Viggo’s friendship so lightly. Sean knew he made little effort to keep in touch with Viggo because he knew Viggo was always there for him when he wanted to talk or go for a meal. Sean’s eyes lighted on the sentence, “We will reminisce about the fun times in New Zealand, talk about our kids and plan future reunions that won’t happen.”
“Fuck”, he moaned with a slight shake of his head, “that’s exactly what happened.”
Sean had enjoyed the food and the conversation, talking about his girls and laughing at Viggo’s stories about his ineptness at teaching Henry to drive. There were few silences, but even they seemed to be comfortable. Viggo did drink a lot, but Sean had seen him do that on a number of occasions and hadn’t really thought much of it, he knew he would have to drive Viggo’s car home and crash in the spare room. It was just Viggo having a good time, wasn’t it?
“I’ll drink far too much and end up alone in my bed. Alone in my bed thinking about Sean while my fingers pretend they are his…” Sean read this line over and over, running his fingertips over the indentations in the page. He didn’t know how to feel about this… his stomach clenched at the hurt in the words, but his fingers ached to replace Viggo’s.
“Fucking Hell,” he whispered as he closed the journal and leaned back in his chair. Both his hands pushed nervously through his hair until they were clasped behind his head, forearms pressed against the side of his face. Sean closed his eyes. He sat like that for several minutes until he sighed and looked towards the door to the hallway. He had to talk to Viggo about this.
His head swam as he walked slowly along the darkened hall. Initially he had thought the hard part would be admitting that he read the journal, but as he made his way to Viggo’s room he knew that the really difficult question was how he felt about the contents of the messy page.
By the time he reached the door he was no clearer, but when Sean saw Viggo he couldn’t help but smile at the great King of Gondor. He was sound asleep on his stomach, naked apart from one ugly blue woolly sock that hadn’t made it on to the floor with the rest of his clothes. Sean quietly entered the room and sat on the side of the bed. Viggo was snoring gently and Sean wondered if he should just let it go and leave Viggo to sleep. The only problem was that he knew if nothing was said he was forcing Viggo to keep pretending and hurting.
Sean ran fingers over too short hair and suddenly wished that he had done this in NZ when his fingers could tangle in long dark hair. Still, Viggo’s hair was soft and even in the dim light Sean could make out the silver at his temples, for some reason this made Sean smile. He gently rubbed his thumb over the grey trying to order his thoughts and feelings for this man. Sean looked at his fingers as they absently caressed Viggo’s scalp and came to a decision. He carefully lifted his hand, rose from the bed and took a few steps away. He stopped at the chair near the window and started to undo the buttons on his shirt. His eyes never left his sleeping friend as he peeled off the last of his clothes and slowly lay down on the bed.
The movement on the bed didn’t wake him, but resulted in Viggo turning onto his side to give Sean room. Sean smiled at the subconscious action of someone who had spent a lot of years married and sharing a bed. Sean shuffled closer to Viggo, close enough to feel his breath and body heat, but not quite touching. He still wasn’t sure that this was a good idea, Viggo was drunk … hell so was he for that matter, but he knew he couldn’t start any of this sober.
He ran tentative fingers down Viggo’s neck and grinned slightly as Viggo stopped snoring and mumbled quietly in his sleep. Sean’s hand continued its path down to Viggo’s chest stroking lightly in the direction of his hair. He had never really paid much attention to chest hair before, but Sean found himself intrigued by its texture against the back of his fingers. An insistent heat began to pool deep in his stomach as he dragged his hand down following the trail of hair. Viggo’s body was similar to his own, but at the same time, so different. Viggo whimpered slightly as Sean’s fingers curled in the hair at his groin. Sean stopped his hand’s progress. He closed his eyes and sighed, this was wrong. He had all ready invaded the man’s private thoughts and now he was molesting him in his sleep.
Time to either stop … or wake him up.
Tbc…
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Date: 2004-04-20 05:05 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2004-04-20 05:07 pm (UTC)I think you may have just woken him up!! ;)
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Date: 2004-04-20 06:09 am (UTC)That's a no-brainer, Sean. You wake him up. Men. *rolls eyes*
What a great beginning. And I dearly hope that Sean wakes him soon. *puppy dog eyes*
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Date: 2004-04-20 05:11 pm (UTC)Poor Sean, we have to remember that he has had a few drinks and may not be thinking too clearly...but then a again...Viggo wearing only a sock...you are right! no-brainer!!! *G*
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Date: 2004-04-20 05:14 pm (UTC)I have started the next chapter and yes Vig is now awake!
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Date: 2004-04-20 06:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-20 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-20 07:03 am (UTC)*grin* more!
~Kris
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Date: 2004-04-20 05:18 pm (UTC)I have started the next chapter so more on the way!
Thank you for your comment!
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Date: 2004-04-20 07:18 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2004-04-20 07:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-20 05:23 pm (UTC)Thank you, happy you are enjoying this!!
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Date: 2004-04-20 09:05 am (UTC)*Waits
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Date: 2004-04-20 05:26 pm (UTC)Thank you for your kind words, I have started Chapter Two!!
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Date: 2004-04-20 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-20 05:30 pm (UTC)Happy you are enjoying this! The big question now is, will Sean own up to why he is there this time(other than wanting to lick a naked Viggo of course - oops, that's me) ... even I haven't made my mind up about that yet!
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Date: 2004-04-21 03:03 am (UTC)This is a nice follow up to the brilliant "Frankie". It is nice and gentle and thoughtful.
However, I am joining the 'plea club' of "WAKE UP VIGGO!"
A big yell from Owlgrey should wake him up!!!
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Date: 2004-04-21 06:36 pm (UTC)I like the idea of you waking him up ... but, wouldn't you have to be awake first? ha ha ha - from a friend who knows your sleeping habits ;)
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Date: 2004-04-21 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-21 07:33 pm (UTC)Loved this. Thanks so much!!
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Date: 2004-04-21 09:31 pm (UTC)Thank you for your feedback ... not writing as diligently as I should be I guess, but shouldn't be too much longer ;)