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[asynje.livejournal.com]

New shortish fic.

Title: olfactive (lat.)
Author: asynje

Disclaimer: This is fiction. All lies. I make no claims, nor money. I merely amuse myself.
Pairing: VM/ (SB)

Rating: ehh - PG13?
Warnings: Lonely!Viggo

Archive: rugbytackle. Others: Just let me know *s*
Beta: the loverly jennendanica who fought migraine and what not just to help me.::humbled:: She deserves chocolate-dipped Humans. *loves*
If this makes no sense it's only because I failed to implement her good advice.

Feedback: yes please *s*




The sun is glaring and he should be sleeping but he can’t. So instead he
lies on the bed, right hand lazily stroking his cock's silk-hardness, left
hand skimming nipples and collarbone on the way up to his lips and nose.

He can smell Sean on his fingers.

It's not true, of course. But he can pretend.

He doesn’t think that Sean smells quite like this, though. Sean would smell
saltier, taste saltier - like sweat. Viggo arches into his own hand, fingers firm, thinking of Sean

glistening, gleaming, slick

changing after shooting the blizzard scene at the soundstage, sweaty and
laughing. And the image morphs, but the grin stays the same

Cheshire cat

remembering how Sean looked at him across a table at the pub, eyes sparkling, hands

strong, firm, warm – yes

moving through the air and touching

yes

Viggo’s cheek,

not like that, but it doesn’t matter

and Viggo turns his head slightly, left hand stroking the side of his face,

yes

matching the speed of his right hand and he moans

yes Sean, please Sean

and closes his eyes

and Sean smiles at him from the chair and says: “Come here.” And Viggo goes
to him, straddles him, kisses him and Sean does taste salty and his coarse
beard scratches Viggo’s face. Then Sean pushes him over and down and they’re
on a bed. Sean is naked now, skin glowing, and Viggo tries to touch him
everywhere but can’t. Instead he lets Sean touch him – everywhere – stroking
him, kissing him, making him moan. And beg. Sean likes it when he begs. He
tells him that. He says: “Beg, Viggo. Tell me what you want me to do to
you.” And he does. And when his pleas change, when they go from fucking to
loving, Sean changes with them, always stroking Viggo firmly

and he comes.

He lays still for a bit, breathing heavily. Then he plucks a Kleenex from
the box on the bedside table and wipes himself clean. He’s on call in less
than three hours. The drapes aren't keeping the sun out. Sean is in England.
And the only smell lingering on his skin is loneliness.

Comments

[przed.livejournal.com]

Oh. My.

Sean is in England. And the only smell lingering on his skin is loneliness.

What can I say but lovely. And these two boys needs some more happiness.

[asynje.livejournal.com]

And these two boys needs some more happiness.
And can only agree. And I've tried to program my subconciousness. We'll see if it helps. *G*

Glad you liked

[karelian]

...and then Sean came back and they did it just the way Viggo imagined, right?

Very sweet and hot but sad story!

[karelian]

Scared is good. I love scared!Sean fic! Especially when he gets over himself!

[asynje.livejournal.com]

Heh heh - true. After he's found his courage, things do tend to get more - ehm - interesting ;)

[asynje.livejournal.com]

I'll see if I can convince him *S*

Just have a feeling that this Sean is a:
"Oh, Viggo. Yeah, he's one of me best mates. A bit odd at times, but a great guy. Likes fishing, trekking, manly stuff. Great guy." kind of person.
Think he'd be scared *eg*

And thank you *S*

[iana-niniel.livejournal.com]

ooohhhh... love your writing as usual.

He can smell Sean on his fingers.
It's not true, of course. But he can pretend.
and
Sean is in England. And the only smell lingering on his skin is loneliness.

... so sad... *sigh*

and I kinda like commanding!Sean
Sean smiles at him from the chair and says: “Come here.”
guh... *is a puddle on the floor*

[asynje.livejournal.com]

and I kinda like commanding!Sean
Seems that Viggo likes him too *G*

Maybe he can be convinced to come out and play. Poor Viggo needs cheering up *S*

Glad you liked *S*

[ladymalen.livejournal.com]

Awwwww *melts* Just adored this.

Poor Viggo! *cuddles him and Sean* I really liked how you used the sense of smell in this. Very nicely done :)

[asynje.livejournal.com]

I'm glad the whole smell-angle worked out *S*

And I pity poor Viggo too. But at least he's dealing with it and letting us watch moving on *G*

Re:

[ladymalen.livejournal.com]

Yes! Exhibitionist!Viggo is a good thing ;-)

[asynje.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, yes

a very fine thing indeed *S*

[alexabond.livejournal.com]

Very sad and desperate somehow.
Great work on it.

[asynje.livejournal.com]

I am glad you liked it and that you sensed Viggo's desperation. I was striving to capture that *S*

Re:

[alexabond.livejournal.com]

I am glad you liked it
Dine historier er altid gode, skat *G*

and that you sensed Viggo's desperation. I was striving to capture that *S*
Og det gjorde du godt!

[asynje.livejournal.com]

Ih altså. Nu rødmer jeg snart *G*

Og tak *S*

[viva-gloria.livejournal.com]

Love this: love the two parallel stories, fantasy and reality. Love the way that Viggo's fantasy turns from fucking to loving, and fantasy-Sean goes along with whatever he wants. But will things be different, can things be different, if Sean comes back from England? Or is this sterile and trapped and pointless? (Something about the wrongness of Viggo needing to sleep by day, too, that makes the loneliness stranger and stronger)

[asynje.livejournal.com]

I am so glad you liked this.
For some reason I seem to be trapped in this slightly off-kilter, not-quite-nice place, when it comes to the boys.

Thank you for the compliments *S*