Sort of Kinky, Kind of Schmoopey
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rugbytackleTitle: Broken Open
Story line: Kinky cross dressing Viggo and Dom. Orlando and Sean want to figure out what's going on.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/V, implied past D/O, V/K
Disclaimer: No knowledge, no money, no harm intended
Archive: Rugbytackle
Feedback: Lovely
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"Hey Sean!" "Orlando! Good to hear from yeh, lad. What are yeh up to, wanker?" "Not much really. Actually I was calling to find out if you've chatted with Viggo lately. Really not just talked to him but, umm, well have you like sensed anything odd going on, man?"
"Going on? Like what, Orlando? You know Viggo. He's a complete loon so odd is a normal description." A little giggle but then more seriously, Orlando added, "yeah, but well, I saw something the other day and I don't know what to think or bloody hell what to do about it."
"Saw something? C'mon Orli, what the fook does that mean?" "Look, it's serious I think, when are you back in California?" "Jaysus, what's all the mystery about? I'm not flying in until next month so if it's something serious, you better spill it now! C'mon lad, can't be that bad. It's Viggo after all."
"Shite! Alright. Look, dunno what it means or if it's really even anything, man, you know? But, last week I went to this really wild club with Kate, Charlize and Stuart. It's like this totally underground club, ya know? Like, the location changes and there's passwords and shite like that?You know, Sean?"
"Well, yeh, I've heard of 'em but haven't been to any, leastwise in LA." "Oh, okay. Well, we get there and 'course it's like VIP treatment, man, all the way, really more because of Charlize, ya know, man? So, we're having drinks, chatting, trying not to just stare 'cuz there's like all kinds of wild shite goin' on all around us. People wearing like costumes and kinky arsed whatnot, ya know?"
"Yeh, so what's this got to do with Viggo?" "Well, bloody hell, mebbe I'm crazy, but I swear to God, Sean, swear to God that I saw Viggo and Dom there." Dead silence then chuckles of laughter roll over the line.
"You're daft mate. Dom maybe but Viggo, no bloody way!" "I know! I know, Sean! Believe me, I couldn't accept it at first. He hates clubs. But I kept checking 'em out and I'm tellin' you, it was definitely them."
"Well, why din't ya talk to 'em?" "No! See, they were, bloody hell, Sean! They were in drag. And when I tried to go down and find them, they had disappeared." More silence then a roar. "NO FOOKIN' WAY, Orlando! You must be mistaken. And how the hell would you recognize them if they was in drag? You're daft man!"
"SEAN! Listen. I recognized some of the stuff Dom was wearin'. And Viggo, he had on that ring, Aragorn's ring. I've seen pictures of him with eyeliner and I'm telling you this was him!" "Okay, let's pretend that I agree with you. Tell me what exactly what happened and what they were wearing."
"Okay, so like we get to the club, give the bouncer the password. He's this huge guy, man! Anyway, he lets us in and it's really crazy inside. Music's like pumping, lights flashing. We get led up to this lounge area that overlooks the exhibition floor. Exhibition floor not dance floor, man! A bunch of people come over and are like kissing Charlize's arse and then they realize it's me so I get a little bit of it too. We get drinks and we're sitting down. Lots of people staring at us and we're trying to act like it's no big deal but meanwhile Kate and I are like, oh my god, 'cuz there's like nekkid people with lots of body piercings walking around. And down on the floor, there's like this group of really tall women, so I'm thinking models and then Kate figures out that they're men.
So, I'm like checking them out. And my god Sean, they had the most bloody elaborate costumes, man! Like Marilyn Monroe type shite. Like you couldn't tell at first that they were men except there was just something off, ya know?" "Orlando, get to the Viggo and Dom part now, please."
"Yeah, you said you wanted all the details, man? But okay, so right below us, maybe like 10 feet from us, these two women come in. One's tall and one medium. The tall one's in all black. Black longish hair, black leather dress that's like one of those types that goes up around their neck but leaves the shoulders and back open? And it's really low in the back, down almost to the crack and there's this tattoo of writing down there." "Tattoo?" "Yeah, like the one Viggo has." "And there's other tattoos. One on each arm and one small one that looks like you know what on the shoulder."
"Go on!" "Okay, well, the skirt of the dress is pretty short and then those net stockings and cowboy boots. Like the ones that Viggo has." "Lots of people have tattoos and boots, Orlando! Keep goin'." "So, the smaller one is in a short white leather miniskirt, no stockings and platform sandals. Shirt is this metallic blue open to show a white corsety thing. It's a shirt that I swear to God is one that Dom has. Lots of rings and black nail polish. This one is wearing like a white blonde wig."
"So, you think it's them based on a few clothes and tattoos?" "No, it's just that's what caught my eye! So, I keep watching 'em and I'm telling you at one point, they looked up to where we were sitting and I made eye contact with them both. It was them! I'd recognize Viggo's face anywhere. That bloody chin. And Dom's too! They looked away and I got up to run down to talk to them and when I got to the floor, they had disappeared like magic, man! I even ran back to the bouncer to ask if they had gone out and he couldn't or wouldn't say anything."
"Alright! So, did ya call Viggo or Dom to ask 'em?"
"Yeah, but, man, they haven't answered. Well, Viggo called back but when he knew I'd be busy and just left this rambly message. Nothing about whether he had been in the club and I asked him on my message to him. And Dom's message said he was out of town."
"See, then it can't be them!" "Oh but Sean, I called Elwood and he saw Dom the day I went to the club. And Dom had told him that he was meeting Viggo later. Elijah said that Dom acted weird when he mentioned that he'd like to change his own plans and join them. See, man, Dom and Viggo didn't want 'Lijie joinin' em!"
"Christ! This can't be right. Something else is goin' on! Look, I'll try calling Vig and talking to 'em and if I think somethin' fishy is goin' on, I'll fly back a week earlier than I planned, okay?"
"You can't come any sooner, man?" "No, elf, some of us have things like kids and school plays to attend." "Okay, well, Lij and I will keep digging. If we find out anything more, we'll call you, 'kay?" "Good. And Orlando, let's hope you're wrong." "I know, man! I know. See you soon, Sean. And thanks man." "No problem, Orli. See ya soon, elf."
---***---
"Hey Sean, c'mon in. You're a little early, sorry I'm running a bit late." "What's new? You know I don't care if your hair's wet or that you're still not dressed. Hey, you shaved your chest?" "Umm, yeah. So, you know where the beer and scotch is, help yourself and I'll finish up."
Persistently Sean follows Viggo into his bedroom. "Is it for a new role, then?" "Hmmm? What?" "Your chest? ....And your legs? .....And shite! Your umm, privates?"
"Uh, yeah. Kind of." "Jaysus, guess I'm glad I never got one of those acting parts. Never had to shave it all off." "Oh, well, actually I got waxed. Hurt like a mother, but it was better than razor stubble." "Ouch! Christ! You got waxed down there?" "Yeah. Umm, well, let's get a drink, huh?"
Back in the living room, Sean is wondering if maybe Viggo asked Dom to help him research this role by going out clubbing in drag. Dom would do it just for the experience and Viggo would feel safer asking Dom than anyone else.
"So, what are you doing to research this role? Going to clubs in drag?" Sean figures the direct route is best. Viggo doesn't immediately reply, just sips his scotch. After an awkward moment, he looks up resignedly. "Well, I guess that answers why you didn't want to go out for dinner. Orlando asked you to talk with me?" "Was that you and Dom at the club, then? And why are you hiding it?"
"It's none of Orlando's business that's why!" "Fook Viggo, don't hand me that crap! You know that anything and I mean anything you do or I do or Dom does, is important to all of us. We're friends, the closest of friends. I couldn't care less if you suddenly decided you wanted to marry TJ, but I'd expect you to be upfront about it. You don't lie to your friends!"
"Shit! I know that. Look I'm sorry, it's just. It was just for fun. That's all. But Orlando, he's like a dog after a bone. He won't let it go by. What, he expected us to just go up and join his fuckin' VIP table or something? We weren't there to be noticed."
"No? Not by Orlando anyway. Who were you there for, Viggo? You didn't just do this for a lark. Don't give meh that bloody rot! Nobody waxes their whole fookin' body for a bit of fun, mate! Nobody."
Exasperated, Viggo leans back in his armchair. "Jesus, you're as bad as Orlando! Alright, fine! You want to know, Sean? You really want to know what we were doing there? Huh Sean? You want the details?"
Sean's ears are tinged red as the tension of the room changes from sarcastic anger to heightened sexual awareness. Viggo moves over near Sean and crouches around him like a certain fallen angel. Raspy whispers tickle his sensitive lobe.
"You wanna hear how the leather felt against my skin, Sean? How, I wore a cockring under my dress? That my dress was so tight, you could see the outline of it when I was aroused even just a little bit.
And that wig- it was real human hair so it felt like silk against my shoulders when I walked. That I pictured it, the blackness of it against the whiteness of your skin?
How every guy in that place was aching to touch me? How, they would rub against me? Trace the ridges of my cock and linger on that ring. Reach over and lightly grind my ass when I passed? How one of them, trailed his fingers down my spine, down, down until he was brushing the top of my crack?"
"That's enough!" Sean growled trying to wish away the growing erection tenting his khaki's.
"No, Sean. It's not. You like hearing. I know you do. You always liked hearing. All those times in New Zealand. I would tell you the details and you would just listen. Then you'd joke and try to make it seem like no big deal, but I knew. I always knew. You liked hearing about it. You like jerking off thinking about it later."
"Fuck you, Viggo!"
"Ah, but that's the problem isn't it, Sean? You want to fuck me, don't you? You've wanted to for a long time but you're too macho to admit it. You want to bend me over and fuck me in the ass, don't you Sean? You've been dreaming about it for a long time haven't you?
Do you want to take me against the wall, Sean? Spread my ass and just thrust there? Deep and fast? Ah Sean, maybe slow, slow, in so slow, I'd feel every fucking inch of you and back out, then deep in again? Or down on my knees? Make me scream with every thrust? Hold my hands so I can't move? Maybe tie me up, gag me so I can't speak?
You want me to suck you off, Sean? You know I'd eat your dick all the way. Take you deep and you could fuck my mouth hard the way you want to. The way no woman would let you. The way you've been fantasizing about for five years."
Pushing Viggo hard out of the way, Sean jumped up yelling. "Stop it! Stop saying this! I mean it! Stop or I'm leaving!"
Viggo stares hard at him for a moment, his eyes feral and alien, then he wilts visibly and turns away sighing. "Shit! I'm sorry Sean. Sorry. Just....fuck! Forget it." Defeated he slumps down on the floor and chugs the rest of his glass of scotch. Pouring another huge shot, he drinks that just as quickly and then with a wry laugh, just takes a long drink straight from the bottle.
Breathing hard, Sean can't decide what to do. He feels paralyzed and flayed raw by Viggo's words. By the images reeling through his fevered brain. His feet bring him close to Viggo's forlorn figure on the floor.
"Why were you there, Vig? Why?" Long silence, then finally Viggo murmurs brokenly.
"Because, there's a guy there who looks like you. He fucking looks like you, okay? And I'm tired of waiting for you, Sean. Dom saw him in the club before. He knows how fucking long I've hoped that you'd get over your prudish sense of right and wrong. But you're not going to, are you Sean? Are you?"
Viggo looks away from Sean's battered expression and buries his head within his arms. Tired and worn out, he rasps, "fuck! Just forget what I said. Just go home. Go home, Sean. We'll talk later. Someday soon. Just need to be alone right now. Okay? Please Sean, just go!"
Blindly, Sean stumbles to the door. He feels like his feet are sinking into the floor with each step. With the door open, he pauses, bending his head against the frame in despair. Is this it, then? Can he walk out of here after what has been said? He knows that a boundary has been passed. If he leaves, things will never be the same between them. These words cannot be taken back, laughed off as a drunken argument.
Closing the door, he realizes he cannot leave Viggo like this. He has to somehow make things all right between them before he goes. Unsure of what he will say, he moves back to the living room to find Viggo shaking and silently crying.
"Shush! Viggo! It's okay. It's gonna be okay! Shush!" Gathering the slender frame to himself, he holds on tight as Viggo struggles in protest at being seen like this. Fiercely Sean holds on tight until his friend collapses and just breaks apart. His tears and anguished cries so bitter and hard that Sean's throat feels on fire from repressed grief.
Kissing Viggo's wet face, Sean murmurs soothing nonsense. His hands gently rub against the other's trembling back and still wet hair. "Shush, luv, ssshhhh. Aw Christ. Don't do this, Vig! Shush, luv. Goin' be okay. Shush."
They rock together for a long time. Sean just holding tight. Finally cried out, Viggo lies boneless against Sean's broad shoulders.
Wiping Viggo's nose with his shirt tail, he studies the swollen grief-dulled eyes. "I love you, you know." A little grimace passes over Viggo's face as he nods and looks away.
"I just don't want that, Viggo. I want as normal life as I can have. I want to take my girls out for a bit of lunch or to the park. Have a pint with the blokes at the pub. If I was ever going to fuck a guy, you know it would be you. Only you.
I just don't want to change my whole life for it. I can't or hell I won't and really what's the difference. But you know I love you. Like I have never loved another person. You know that. You know that, luv."
Viggo finally looks Sean in the eyes again. "I know. I know Sean. But, you have to understand. I'm not waiting anymore. I'm going to find someone. I'm tired of being lonely of hoping you'll somehow change your mind.
And maybe he'll look like you. And maybe we'll all know I really want him to be you.
But regardless, I'm going to let him fuck me. And I won't...I won't accept you being mad or pissy about it. I've told you the truth. I should have made it clear a long time ago, but we both knew anyway. Just now it's out in the open. And I do understand. I do. As does Dom with Orlando."
It's Sean's turn to look away. He hates the idea of a man who looks like himself touching Viggo that way. It had driven a wedge between them when it had been Karl but finally Sean had understood that their relationship was just for fun, nothing serious. Still, he had never quite forgiven Karl for taking what Viggo had offered. He knew that was irrational. Viggo was the real heart of this issue but somehow the vision of the two of them together had sent Sean over the deep end.
Viggo didn't push the issue. He never did. That was the problem. Why this had festered and stewed until it blew up today. Looking back over at Viggo and realizing how sad his friend had looked the last few years, it hit Sean like a bolt from the heavens. He had caused part of this pain. Had flirted and played a perverse little game with Viggo over the years, whereby he would get the other to share salacious details of his love life and so they had formed this parasitical relationship that was damaged and hurtful for both of them.
Gently, he carded his fingers through Viggo's silky curling hair. "Got lots of grey coming in." Viggo just leaned against the fingers for a moment then moved away and pushed to stand up.
"I'm kind of tired. Let's just call it a night. I'll talk to Orlando. Maybe we can get together for dinner next week."
Sean stood up and his feet moved him close to Viggo again. "I can't leave you like this."
With a sad smile, Viggo just moved away toward the door. "Yeah, you can."
Outside in the car, Sean just sat numbed and confused. What was important didn't seem to make sense anymore. He had been fighting his attraction to Viggo from the first time they had met. It hadn't helped when the other man had admitted to a mutual desire. Back then, Viggo had offered more than friendship but Sean had responded with a lot of excuses - his divorce, their grinding schedule. He hadn't ever really told him no, never. Had he?
Once Sean had left the set, Karl had moved in, sensing Viggo's need for someone. And Karl wasn't being mean or snarky about it. He had been as attracted as any of them and somewhat fascinated by the artistic bohemian side of their friend. Returning to film Osgiliath had forced Sean to witness their closeness and nearly brought him and Karl to blows.
He suddenly realized that he was giving Viggo up for a bloody glass of beer with people that only knew the old schoolmate footy fan side of Sean. The 100% Blades man who stayed true to Sheffield. Oh yeah, there might be a negative financial efffect on his movie roles but doubtful. He never got the lead anyway and rarely the bird anymore. And being over 45 meant his roles were going to change anyway.
Would the girls care? Oh, Lorna might be a bit pissed, but no more than usual for a teenager. And she liked Viggo a lot, thought he was a lot cooler than her own dad. Molly - well, she would go along with anything, his Moll, typical middle child. Evie, now she was still so little. But she adored painting with him. Called him Uncle Viggy. Stunned, Sean realized how seamlessly Viggo had fit into his little family. How gentle he was with the girls and Sean's parents. Folding them under his wing like he did with everyone else he cared about.
Chastened but committed now, he ran back to the front door and entered. Viggo was sitting outside with his feet in the pool. Hearing the noise, he looked back up. Hope flashing across his face then withdrawn instantly by sheer force of will.
"Forget somethin' Sean?"
"Yeah." Reaching his friend, he crouched down and gave him a wet searing, open mouthed kiss that stole Viggo's gasp of shock. Sensing his uncertainty in responding, Sean just deepened the kiss, reaching with his tongue to twine and stroke lovingly within Viggo's stunned mouth. The kiss overtook them for a long moment until finally they broke apart to breath.
"Sean?!?!"
"Forgot that I love you wanker. Love you. Don't want to fuck you..... Want to make love with you. Want to live with you. Grow old with you. Laugh with you. Argue with you. Just love you."
"Are you sure? Please don't say this if you're not sure. I couldn't take it, Sean. I just couldn't."
"I'm sure. Never been surer of anything in me life." He settled his legs around Viggo and snuggled him close.
Their kiss this time started out soft, exploring, tasting and soothing. The heat that had always been between them just never exposed before today, flared to an inferno and they both were trembling and panting when their lips parted again.
"And Viggo?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"No more waxin'. I want somethin' to nuzzle when I'm down there."
Chuckles then outright giddiness took over as giggles erupted and they settled comfortably in each other's arms.
"But if you want to wear that wig every so often, I wouldn't say no."
"Just for you, Sean. Just for you."
The End
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Story line: Kinky cross dressing Viggo and Dom. Orlando and Sean want to figure out what's going on.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/V, implied past D/O, V/K
Disclaimer: No knowledge, no money, no harm intended
Archive: Rugbytackle
Feedback: Lovely
---***----
"Hey Sean!" "Orlando! Good to hear from yeh, lad. What are yeh up to, wanker?" "Not much really. Actually I was calling to find out if you've chatted with Viggo lately. Really not just talked to him but, umm, well have you like sensed anything odd going on, man?"
"Going on? Like what, Orlando? You know Viggo. He's a complete loon so odd is a normal description." A little giggle but then more seriously, Orlando added, "yeah, but well, I saw something the other day and I don't know what to think or bloody hell what to do about it."
"Saw something? C'mon Orli, what the fook does that mean?" "Look, it's serious I think, when are you back in California?" "Jaysus, what's all the mystery about? I'm not flying in until next month so if it's something serious, you better spill it now! C'mon lad, can't be that bad. It's Viggo after all."
"Shite! Alright. Look, dunno what it means or if it's really even anything, man, you know? But, last week I went to this really wild club with Kate, Charlize and Stuart. It's like this totally underground club, ya know? Like, the location changes and there's passwords and shite like that?You know, Sean?"
"Well, yeh, I've heard of 'em but haven't been to any, leastwise in LA." "Oh, okay. Well, we get there and 'course it's like VIP treatment, man, all the way, really more because of Charlize, ya know, man? So, we're having drinks, chatting, trying not to just stare 'cuz there's like all kinds of wild shite goin' on all around us. People wearing like costumes and kinky arsed whatnot, ya know?"
"Yeh, so what's this got to do with Viggo?" "Well, bloody hell, mebbe I'm crazy, but I swear to God, Sean, swear to God that I saw Viggo and Dom there." Dead silence then chuckles of laughter roll over the line.
"You're daft mate. Dom maybe but Viggo, no bloody way!" "I know! I know, Sean! Believe me, I couldn't accept it at first. He hates clubs. But I kept checking 'em out and I'm tellin' you, it was definitely them."
"Well, why din't ya talk to 'em?" "No! See, they were, bloody hell, Sean! They were in drag. And when I tried to go down and find them, they had disappeared." More silence then a roar. "NO FOOKIN' WAY, Orlando! You must be mistaken. And how the hell would you recognize them if they was in drag? You're daft man!"
"SEAN! Listen. I recognized some of the stuff Dom was wearin'. And Viggo, he had on that ring, Aragorn's ring. I've seen pictures of him with eyeliner and I'm telling you this was him!" "Okay, let's pretend that I agree with you. Tell me what exactly what happened and what they were wearing."
"Okay, so like we get to the club, give the bouncer the password. He's this huge guy, man! Anyway, he lets us in and it's really crazy inside. Music's like pumping, lights flashing. We get led up to this lounge area that overlooks the exhibition floor. Exhibition floor not dance floor, man! A bunch of people come over and are like kissing Charlize's arse and then they realize it's me so I get a little bit of it too. We get drinks and we're sitting down. Lots of people staring at us and we're trying to act like it's no big deal but meanwhile Kate and I are like, oh my god, 'cuz there's like nekkid people with lots of body piercings walking around. And down on the floor, there's like this group of really tall women, so I'm thinking models and then Kate figures out that they're men.
So, I'm like checking them out. And my god Sean, they had the most bloody elaborate costumes, man! Like Marilyn Monroe type shite. Like you couldn't tell at first that they were men except there was just something off, ya know?" "Orlando, get to the Viggo and Dom part now, please."
"Yeah, you said you wanted all the details, man? But okay, so right below us, maybe like 10 feet from us, these two women come in. One's tall and one medium. The tall one's in all black. Black longish hair, black leather dress that's like one of those types that goes up around their neck but leaves the shoulders and back open? And it's really low in the back, down almost to the crack and there's this tattoo of writing down there." "Tattoo?" "Yeah, like the one Viggo has." "And there's other tattoos. One on each arm and one small one that looks like you know what on the shoulder."
"Go on!" "Okay, well, the skirt of the dress is pretty short and then those net stockings and cowboy boots. Like the ones that Viggo has." "Lots of people have tattoos and boots, Orlando! Keep goin'." "So, the smaller one is in a short white leather miniskirt, no stockings and platform sandals. Shirt is this metallic blue open to show a white corsety thing. It's a shirt that I swear to God is one that Dom has. Lots of rings and black nail polish. This one is wearing like a white blonde wig."
"So, you think it's them based on a few clothes and tattoos?" "No, it's just that's what caught my eye! So, I keep watching 'em and I'm telling you at one point, they looked up to where we were sitting and I made eye contact with them both. It was them! I'd recognize Viggo's face anywhere. That bloody chin. And Dom's too! They looked away and I got up to run down to talk to them and when I got to the floor, they had disappeared like magic, man! I even ran back to the bouncer to ask if they had gone out and he couldn't or wouldn't say anything."
"Alright! So, did ya call Viggo or Dom to ask 'em?"
"Yeah, but, man, they haven't answered. Well, Viggo called back but when he knew I'd be busy and just left this rambly message. Nothing about whether he had been in the club and I asked him on my message to him. And Dom's message said he was out of town."
"See, then it can't be them!" "Oh but Sean, I called Elwood and he saw Dom the day I went to the club. And Dom had told him that he was meeting Viggo later. Elijah said that Dom acted weird when he mentioned that he'd like to change his own plans and join them. See, man, Dom and Viggo didn't want 'Lijie joinin' em!"
"Christ! This can't be right. Something else is goin' on! Look, I'll try calling Vig and talking to 'em and if I think somethin' fishy is goin' on, I'll fly back a week earlier than I planned, okay?"
"You can't come any sooner, man?" "No, elf, some of us have things like kids and school plays to attend." "Okay, well, Lij and I will keep digging. If we find out anything more, we'll call you, 'kay?" "Good. And Orlando, let's hope you're wrong." "I know, man! I know. See you soon, Sean. And thanks man." "No problem, Orli. See ya soon, elf."
---***---
"Hey Sean, c'mon in. You're a little early, sorry I'm running a bit late." "What's new? You know I don't care if your hair's wet or that you're still not dressed. Hey, you shaved your chest?" "Umm, yeah. So, you know where the beer and scotch is, help yourself and I'll finish up."
Persistently Sean follows Viggo into his bedroom. "Is it for a new role, then?" "Hmmm? What?" "Your chest? ....And your legs? .....And shite! Your umm, privates?"
"Uh, yeah. Kind of." "Jaysus, guess I'm glad I never got one of those acting parts. Never had to shave it all off." "Oh, well, actually I got waxed. Hurt like a mother, but it was better than razor stubble." "Ouch! Christ! You got waxed down there?" "Yeah. Umm, well, let's get a drink, huh?"
Back in the living room, Sean is wondering if maybe Viggo asked Dom to help him research this role by going out clubbing in drag. Dom would do it just for the experience and Viggo would feel safer asking Dom than anyone else.
"So, what are you doing to research this role? Going to clubs in drag?" Sean figures the direct route is best. Viggo doesn't immediately reply, just sips his scotch. After an awkward moment, he looks up resignedly. "Well, I guess that answers why you didn't want to go out for dinner. Orlando asked you to talk with me?" "Was that you and Dom at the club, then? And why are you hiding it?"
"It's none of Orlando's business that's why!" "Fook Viggo, don't hand me that crap! You know that anything and I mean anything you do or I do or Dom does, is important to all of us. We're friends, the closest of friends. I couldn't care less if you suddenly decided you wanted to marry TJ, but I'd expect you to be upfront about it. You don't lie to your friends!"
"Shit! I know that. Look I'm sorry, it's just. It was just for fun. That's all. But Orlando, he's like a dog after a bone. He won't let it go by. What, he expected us to just go up and join his fuckin' VIP table or something? We weren't there to be noticed."
"No? Not by Orlando anyway. Who were you there for, Viggo? You didn't just do this for a lark. Don't give meh that bloody rot! Nobody waxes their whole fookin' body for a bit of fun, mate! Nobody."
Exasperated, Viggo leans back in his armchair. "Jesus, you're as bad as Orlando! Alright, fine! You want to know, Sean? You really want to know what we were doing there? Huh Sean? You want the details?"
Sean's ears are tinged red as the tension of the room changes from sarcastic anger to heightened sexual awareness. Viggo moves over near Sean and crouches around him like a certain fallen angel. Raspy whispers tickle his sensitive lobe.
"You wanna hear how the leather felt against my skin, Sean? How, I wore a cockring under my dress? That my dress was so tight, you could see the outline of it when I was aroused even just a little bit.
And that wig- it was real human hair so it felt like silk against my shoulders when I walked. That I pictured it, the blackness of it against the whiteness of your skin?
How every guy in that place was aching to touch me? How, they would rub against me? Trace the ridges of my cock and linger on that ring. Reach over and lightly grind my ass when I passed? How one of them, trailed his fingers down my spine, down, down until he was brushing the top of my crack?"
"That's enough!" Sean growled trying to wish away the growing erection tenting his khaki's.
"No, Sean. It's not. You like hearing. I know you do. You always liked hearing. All those times in New Zealand. I would tell you the details and you would just listen. Then you'd joke and try to make it seem like no big deal, but I knew. I always knew. You liked hearing about it. You like jerking off thinking about it later."
"Fuck you, Viggo!"
"Ah, but that's the problem isn't it, Sean? You want to fuck me, don't you? You've wanted to for a long time but you're too macho to admit it. You want to bend me over and fuck me in the ass, don't you Sean? You've been dreaming about it for a long time haven't you?
Do you want to take me against the wall, Sean? Spread my ass and just thrust there? Deep and fast? Ah Sean, maybe slow, slow, in so slow, I'd feel every fucking inch of you and back out, then deep in again? Or down on my knees? Make me scream with every thrust? Hold my hands so I can't move? Maybe tie me up, gag me so I can't speak?
You want me to suck you off, Sean? You know I'd eat your dick all the way. Take you deep and you could fuck my mouth hard the way you want to. The way no woman would let you. The way you've been fantasizing about for five years."
Pushing Viggo hard out of the way, Sean jumped up yelling. "Stop it! Stop saying this! I mean it! Stop or I'm leaving!"
Viggo stares hard at him for a moment, his eyes feral and alien, then he wilts visibly and turns away sighing. "Shit! I'm sorry Sean. Sorry. Just....fuck! Forget it." Defeated he slumps down on the floor and chugs the rest of his glass of scotch. Pouring another huge shot, he drinks that just as quickly and then with a wry laugh, just takes a long drink straight from the bottle.
Breathing hard, Sean can't decide what to do. He feels paralyzed and flayed raw by Viggo's words. By the images reeling through his fevered brain. His feet bring him close to Viggo's forlorn figure on the floor.
"Why were you there, Vig? Why?" Long silence, then finally Viggo murmurs brokenly.
"Because, there's a guy there who looks like you. He fucking looks like you, okay? And I'm tired of waiting for you, Sean. Dom saw him in the club before. He knows how fucking long I've hoped that you'd get over your prudish sense of right and wrong. But you're not going to, are you Sean? Are you?"
Viggo looks away from Sean's battered expression and buries his head within his arms. Tired and worn out, he rasps, "fuck! Just forget what I said. Just go home. Go home, Sean. We'll talk later. Someday soon. Just need to be alone right now. Okay? Please Sean, just go!"
Blindly, Sean stumbles to the door. He feels like his feet are sinking into the floor with each step. With the door open, he pauses, bending his head against the frame in despair. Is this it, then? Can he walk out of here after what has been said? He knows that a boundary has been passed. If he leaves, things will never be the same between them. These words cannot be taken back, laughed off as a drunken argument.
Closing the door, he realizes he cannot leave Viggo like this. He has to somehow make things all right between them before he goes. Unsure of what he will say, he moves back to the living room to find Viggo shaking and silently crying.
"Shush! Viggo! It's okay. It's gonna be okay! Shush!" Gathering the slender frame to himself, he holds on tight as Viggo struggles in protest at being seen like this. Fiercely Sean holds on tight until his friend collapses and just breaks apart. His tears and anguished cries so bitter and hard that Sean's throat feels on fire from repressed grief.
Kissing Viggo's wet face, Sean murmurs soothing nonsense. His hands gently rub against the other's trembling back and still wet hair. "Shush, luv, ssshhhh. Aw Christ. Don't do this, Vig! Shush, luv. Goin' be okay. Shush."
They rock together for a long time. Sean just holding tight. Finally cried out, Viggo lies boneless against Sean's broad shoulders.
Wiping Viggo's nose with his shirt tail, he studies the swollen grief-dulled eyes. "I love you, you know." A little grimace passes over Viggo's face as he nods and looks away.
"I just don't want that, Viggo. I want as normal life as I can have. I want to take my girls out for a bit of lunch or to the park. Have a pint with the blokes at the pub. If I was ever going to fuck a guy, you know it would be you. Only you.
I just don't want to change my whole life for it. I can't or hell I won't and really what's the difference. But you know I love you. Like I have never loved another person. You know that. You know that, luv."
Viggo finally looks Sean in the eyes again. "I know. I know Sean. But, you have to understand. I'm not waiting anymore. I'm going to find someone. I'm tired of being lonely of hoping you'll somehow change your mind.
And maybe he'll look like you. And maybe we'll all know I really want him to be you.
But regardless, I'm going to let him fuck me. And I won't...I won't accept you being mad or pissy about it. I've told you the truth. I should have made it clear a long time ago, but we both knew anyway. Just now it's out in the open. And I do understand. I do. As does Dom with Orlando."
It's Sean's turn to look away. He hates the idea of a man who looks like himself touching Viggo that way. It had driven a wedge between them when it had been Karl but finally Sean had understood that their relationship was just for fun, nothing serious. Still, he had never quite forgiven Karl for taking what Viggo had offered. He knew that was irrational. Viggo was the real heart of this issue but somehow the vision of the two of them together had sent Sean over the deep end.
Viggo didn't push the issue. He never did. That was the problem. Why this had festered and stewed until it blew up today. Looking back over at Viggo and realizing how sad his friend had looked the last few years, it hit Sean like a bolt from the heavens. He had caused part of this pain. Had flirted and played a perverse little game with Viggo over the years, whereby he would get the other to share salacious details of his love life and so they had formed this parasitical relationship that was damaged and hurtful for both of them.
Gently, he carded his fingers through Viggo's silky curling hair. "Got lots of grey coming in." Viggo just leaned against the fingers for a moment then moved away and pushed to stand up.
"I'm kind of tired. Let's just call it a night. I'll talk to Orlando. Maybe we can get together for dinner next week."
Sean stood up and his feet moved him close to Viggo again. "I can't leave you like this."
With a sad smile, Viggo just moved away toward the door. "Yeah, you can."
Outside in the car, Sean just sat numbed and confused. What was important didn't seem to make sense anymore. He had been fighting his attraction to Viggo from the first time they had met. It hadn't helped when the other man had admitted to a mutual desire. Back then, Viggo had offered more than friendship but Sean had responded with a lot of excuses - his divorce, their grinding schedule. He hadn't ever really told him no, never. Had he?
Once Sean had left the set, Karl had moved in, sensing Viggo's need for someone. And Karl wasn't being mean or snarky about it. He had been as attracted as any of them and somewhat fascinated by the artistic bohemian side of their friend. Returning to film Osgiliath had forced Sean to witness their closeness and nearly brought him and Karl to blows.
He suddenly realized that he was giving Viggo up for a bloody glass of beer with people that only knew the old schoolmate footy fan side of Sean. The 100% Blades man who stayed true to Sheffield. Oh yeah, there might be a negative financial efffect on his movie roles but doubtful. He never got the lead anyway and rarely the bird anymore. And being over 45 meant his roles were going to change anyway.
Would the girls care? Oh, Lorna might be a bit pissed, but no more than usual for a teenager. And she liked Viggo a lot, thought he was a lot cooler than her own dad. Molly - well, she would go along with anything, his Moll, typical middle child. Evie, now she was still so little. But she adored painting with him. Called him Uncle Viggy. Stunned, Sean realized how seamlessly Viggo had fit into his little family. How gentle he was with the girls and Sean's parents. Folding them under his wing like he did with everyone else he cared about.
Chastened but committed now, he ran back to the front door and entered. Viggo was sitting outside with his feet in the pool. Hearing the noise, he looked back up. Hope flashing across his face then withdrawn instantly by sheer force of will.
"Forget somethin' Sean?"
"Yeah." Reaching his friend, he crouched down and gave him a wet searing, open mouthed kiss that stole Viggo's gasp of shock. Sensing his uncertainty in responding, Sean just deepened the kiss, reaching with his tongue to twine and stroke lovingly within Viggo's stunned mouth. The kiss overtook them for a long moment until finally they broke apart to breath.
"Sean?!?!"
"Forgot that I love you wanker. Love you. Don't want to fuck you..... Want to make love with you. Want to live with you. Grow old with you. Laugh with you. Argue with you. Just love you."
"Are you sure? Please don't say this if you're not sure. I couldn't take it, Sean. I just couldn't."
"I'm sure. Never been surer of anything in me life." He settled his legs around Viggo and snuggled him close.
Their kiss this time started out soft, exploring, tasting and soothing. The heat that had always been between them just never exposed before today, flared to an inferno and they both were trembling and panting when their lips parted again.
"And Viggo?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"No more waxin'. I want somethin' to nuzzle when I'm down there."
Chuckles then outright giddiness took over as giggles erupted and they settled comfortably in each other's arms.
"But if you want to wear that wig every so often, I wouldn't say no."
"Just for you, Sean. Just for you."
The End
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