Fic: Moments (SB/VM
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rugbytackleTitle: Moments
Author: Valour avalour@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't know these men. I don't know their sexual orientations. In other words: Fiction.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Feedback: Yes, please
Archiving: Rugbytackle, Green Opals. Any other, please just ask.
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
genx88 and msilverstar for the wonderful betas.
There were moments between them. Moments that he couldn’t ignore. Moments when Viggo’s hand stayed just a little longer than strictly necessary. Moments when Viggo got a little closer than he probably should have. Moments when Viggo looked like he wanted more than simple friendship.
Those were the moments Sean waited for. The moments that he paid attention to. Those moments were slowly becoming the best part of the day.
***
Sean snapped his cell phone shut, fighting the desolate feeling that came from his conversations with his lawyer. Divorce was a familiar thing to Sean but it didn't make it any easier. He rounded the corner of the building, intent on heading back to sword training.
Peter Jackson was walking in his direction, leading a blond stranger with a familiar face. He was probably showing the man around, pointing out important buildings and the like. He noticed Sean and waved at him so Sean stopped and waited for their approach.
They walked up and Peter was smiling, which was definitely a nice change from the last few weeks. It made Sean more than a little glad that Stuart was finally gone. "Sean, good. Glad you're still here." He turned to the man next to him. "Viggo, this is Sean Bean, our Boromir. Sean, this is Viggo Mortensen, our new Aragorn."
Sean knew the face, knew the name, having seen some of the American's work. "Witness", in particular, had made an impression. He held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Viggo."
Viggo clasped the proffered hand and shook firmly. "Same." They held hands for a moment longer than necessary and Viggo smiled. It was this slightly manic, twisted little grin.
It was charming. Completely charming.
***
It was Viggo's first night after filming and he had obligingly followed this fellowship to a local bar. Viggo looked tired, exhausted already really, and Sean would bet that his arms ached from the crash-course in sword training and his earlier defense against the Nazgul.
Sean and Viggo were sitting at a large table in the back with older set. Sean was watching the dance floor and drinking Guinness while Viggo sat in silence nursing his second beer. Ian and Christopher were involved in a rowdy debate about cinema versus theatre and the hobbits and the elf ruled the dance floor.
"I've seen your work," Sean said finally. Because in places like that sometimes silence was more deafening than the music.
Viggo looked up from his beer, that same smile lingering at the corners of his mouth. "Oh?"
Sean smiled too, though his nerves were a bit jostled suddenly. "Yeah. I'm very impressed."
"Thanks." Viggo responded. The conversation felt uncomfortable somehow and Sean found himself wishing for that silence again.
Minutes passed as the waitress came by with a new round, courtesy of Orlando. No one got what they had originally ordered and it was a wary group of four that sipped at the new, very colorful, drinks in front of them.
"I've seen your work too," Viggo's voice was low, droll sounding, as he looked at Sean over his blue filled glass.
Sean quirked his eyebrow up, for a moment unsure and not knowing why.
"Not fond of heroes, then?" It was said in a deadpan voice but there was a smirk behind the glass and glint in Viggo's pale eyes.
Sean didn't even hesitate, smile warm on his lips. ""Oh I'm fond of heroes. Just don't like being one. Limits possibilities, yeah?"
"Depends on what kind of hero you are," Viggo observed.
Sean paused, looked up, question haunting his face. "What do you...?"
"Heroes aren't always black and white, perfectly good." Viggo twisted the glass in his hand, blue liquid swirling about.
Sean chuckled. "Ah, I see. Heroes have the same desires villains do?"
"Not the same." Viggo lifted his glass, nearly draining it. "Not too different either."
"Just different enough?" Sean fingered the rim of his glass, eyes on Viggo's face.
"Just similar enough."
Sean said nothing for a moment, just absorbing the thought. Then Viggo's smile went full-fledged. Little more manic, little less crazy. Definitely contagious and Sean's mouth mirrored his. Sean shook his head and lifted his green-filled glass. "Cheers, mate."
***
Sean was off the helicopter as fast as he could manage. The need for ground, blessed earth, beneath his feet was probably one of the more overpowering things he experienced in his life. His legs were shaky and his heart was causing slight tremors in his chest. Orlando hopped leisurely out behind him.
The hobbits were on Orli within seconds, demanding details on the "trip with Bean" and Orli was all too willing to oblige. Tales of shopping, landslides, and pasta with wine were spun out behind Sean, intermingled with the low whine of the helicopter's wings slowing to a halt.
Sean's hands were still shaking, his breath coming out a little too fast. Flight induced fear gnawed at his insides.
"Was it really that bad?"
Sean looked up from the ground to meet Viggo's gaze and found himself grounded and calmed finally by the warmth of the pale blue eyes in front of him.
****
Viggo walked slowly around, inspecting carefully. Henry folded his arms across his chest, looking quite proud of himself. Sean stared in stunned silence.
Orlando's trailer was covered in masking tape. Simply covered.
"Why?" Sean asked, because he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Revenge," Viggo replied as he proudly clapped his son on the back.
Sean said nothing as he stared once more at the taped-up trailer. Henry ran off to get more spectators for his work of art. Viggo stepped close to Sean, while admiring his son's handiwork. There was silence as they took in the sight of the trailer and the warmth of each other's presence.
Viggo stepped away, seeing Orlando quickly approaching. As he did so he said to Sean, in a strong, steady voice with a hint of warning, "I never do anything half-ass."
****
"How about you?" The sword came down hard and metal clanged loudly against metal.
"Don't know what you're talking about." Sean parried hard, shoving Viggo-and his sword- a few feet back.
"Oh, come on." Skepticism flared on Viggo's angular face as he walked in a slow circle about Sean.
Sean, his sword at the ready, matched Viggo's paces easily. "I'm serious."
"There's nothing you haven't done that you're dying to do." Sarcasm accompanied by the quirk of a dark eyebrow and Viggo struck to the right suddenly.
Sean slammed his sword in place just in time. "I had my wild days and I'm done experimenting now."
"It doesn't have to be anything wild…" Viggo swung his arms about and was again met, just in time, by Sean.
"Oh?" Sean pushed in and while Viggo didn’t stumble he also didn't stay in the same place. Shoved back a couple of paces and he grunted in frustration.
"It could be anything. I'm not asking if you wished you'd ever jumped out of a plane. The answer to that is too obvious." Viggo swung under and this time it was Sean that backed off.
"Anything?" Sean adjusted his grip, his eyes always on Viggo.
"Absolutely anything. Even if it's walking on the moon." Viggo swung in and left and Sean slammed his sword into the swing, cutting it off. This seemed less a practice and more a battle of talent versus experience.
"A relationship that actually lasts."
There was a slip, and while the wound on Sean's hand wasn't deep, it did bleed.
****
Sean looked up when Viggo came into the make-up trailer. He'd heard all of the commotion earlier and upon getting a look at the American he understood exactly what the fuss was all about. He gave his friend a very long, appraising glance. And, knowing full well that Viggo had been out surfing with the hobbits yesterday, he said, "I'd hate to see the other guy."
Viggo, whose face had been beaten mercilessly by his surfboard, scowled at his friend. "Oh, shut up."
Sean's responding laughter could be heard several trailers down.
Viggo paused in the doorway, the glare fading from his face. Then he crossed the trailer to stand in front of Sean, his leg positioned between Sean's two bent knees. He leaned down so that his bruised face was level with Sean's. "Think you could do better?"
"Wouldn't be so hard to not lose a battle with a board, mate." Sean replied, but his tone wasn't quite as snide as it should have been.
"Oh really?" Viggo arched a lone eyebrow and his hand came to rest against Sean's on the arm of Sean's chair. "I dare you."
"To surf?" Sean found his eyes lured over and over the small scar above Viggo's lip.
Viggo nodded. And for some reason that Sean wasn't really sure of, he knew he had to accept. Even if Peter would kill them. "All right, mate. You're on." But there was no challenge in his voice.
And Viggo had that smile again.
***
Viggo's lips were wet with seawater, and though the taste was sour on Sean's tongue, he really didn't mind. There was sand biting into his palms and his knees. A wetsuit pulled half off so bare skin could be pressed against bare skin.
"Please," Viggo whispered into Sean's mouth.
He was trying so hard to be more careful, not wanting to re-open the wound on Viggo's lip. Not wanting to press too hard against that bruised face. But he was too distracted.
Distracted by saltwater sour skin and whispered words of reverence. Too distracted by the feeling that this was right. This was what he'd been waiting for.
****
First trip to the airport, though there'd be a few more before the end. It was awkward, uncomfortable, but there were things back in England that had to be dealt with. A life that couldn't be ignored. Hobbits and elf were standing around them, strangely subdued by the somberness of the airport. The pale yellow lights made their skin sallow and their eyes dull.
Last boarding call and Viggo pulled Sean close. The hug was fierce, knocked Sean breathless for a moment. The warm arms a haven from the cold artificial air. And Viggo didn't let go quickly enough, didn't offer Sean up for a hobbit-elf tackle. Instead, he leaned closer, whispering Spanish into Sean's ear.
Even if Sean hadn’t seen West Side Story a dozen times with his girls he would have known. He could have figured the words out. The tone betrayed the meaning clear enough.
Sean responded in the only language he knew and was surprised really. Because he didn't say it out of obligation. He didn't say it and hope he wasn't lying. He didn't say it and wonder how long it would last this time.
He said it because it felt right. Because he wanted to. Sean said it because these moments with Viggo were making him happier than he'd known he could be. And Sean said it because it was true.
Author: Valour avalour@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't know these men. I don't know their sexual orientations. In other words: Fiction.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Feedback: Yes, please
Archiving: Rugbytackle, Green Opals. Any other, please just ask.
Notes: Thanks to
genx88 and msilverstar for the wonderful betas. There were moments between them. Moments that he couldn’t ignore. Moments when Viggo’s hand stayed just a little longer than strictly necessary. Moments when Viggo got a little closer than he probably should have. Moments when Viggo looked like he wanted more than simple friendship.
Those were the moments Sean waited for. The moments that he paid attention to. Those moments were slowly becoming the best part of the day.
***
Sean snapped his cell phone shut, fighting the desolate feeling that came from his conversations with his lawyer. Divorce was a familiar thing to Sean but it didn't make it any easier. He rounded the corner of the building, intent on heading back to sword training.
Peter Jackson was walking in his direction, leading a blond stranger with a familiar face. He was probably showing the man around, pointing out important buildings and the like. He noticed Sean and waved at him so Sean stopped and waited for their approach.
They walked up and Peter was smiling, which was definitely a nice change from the last few weeks. It made Sean more than a little glad that Stuart was finally gone. "Sean, good. Glad you're still here." He turned to the man next to him. "Viggo, this is Sean Bean, our Boromir. Sean, this is Viggo Mortensen, our new Aragorn."
Sean knew the face, knew the name, having seen some of the American's work. "Witness", in particular, had made an impression. He held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Viggo."
Viggo clasped the proffered hand and shook firmly. "Same." They held hands for a moment longer than necessary and Viggo smiled. It was this slightly manic, twisted little grin.
It was charming. Completely charming.
***
It was Viggo's first night after filming and he had obligingly followed this fellowship to a local bar. Viggo looked tired, exhausted already really, and Sean would bet that his arms ached from the crash-course in sword training and his earlier defense against the Nazgul.
Sean and Viggo were sitting at a large table in the back with older set. Sean was watching the dance floor and drinking Guinness while Viggo sat in silence nursing his second beer. Ian and Christopher were involved in a rowdy debate about cinema versus theatre and the hobbits and the elf ruled the dance floor.
"I've seen your work," Sean said finally. Because in places like that sometimes silence was more deafening than the music.
Viggo looked up from his beer, that same smile lingering at the corners of his mouth. "Oh?"
Sean smiled too, though his nerves were a bit jostled suddenly. "Yeah. I'm very impressed."
"Thanks." Viggo responded. The conversation felt uncomfortable somehow and Sean found himself wishing for that silence again.
Minutes passed as the waitress came by with a new round, courtesy of Orlando. No one got what they had originally ordered and it was a wary group of four that sipped at the new, very colorful, drinks in front of them.
"I've seen your work too," Viggo's voice was low, droll sounding, as he looked at Sean over his blue filled glass.
Sean quirked his eyebrow up, for a moment unsure and not knowing why.
"Not fond of heroes, then?" It was said in a deadpan voice but there was a smirk behind the glass and glint in Viggo's pale eyes.
Sean didn't even hesitate, smile warm on his lips. ""Oh I'm fond of heroes. Just don't like being one. Limits possibilities, yeah?"
"Depends on what kind of hero you are," Viggo observed.
Sean paused, looked up, question haunting his face. "What do you...?"
"Heroes aren't always black and white, perfectly good." Viggo twisted the glass in his hand, blue liquid swirling about.
Sean chuckled. "Ah, I see. Heroes have the same desires villains do?"
"Not the same." Viggo lifted his glass, nearly draining it. "Not too different either."
"Just different enough?" Sean fingered the rim of his glass, eyes on Viggo's face.
"Just similar enough."
Sean said nothing for a moment, just absorbing the thought. Then Viggo's smile went full-fledged. Little more manic, little less crazy. Definitely contagious and Sean's mouth mirrored his. Sean shook his head and lifted his green-filled glass. "Cheers, mate."
***
Sean was off the helicopter as fast as he could manage. The need for ground, blessed earth, beneath his feet was probably one of the more overpowering things he experienced in his life. His legs were shaky and his heart was causing slight tremors in his chest. Orlando hopped leisurely out behind him.
The hobbits were on Orli within seconds, demanding details on the "trip with Bean" and Orli was all too willing to oblige. Tales of shopping, landslides, and pasta with wine were spun out behind Sean, intermingled with the low whine of the helicopter's wings slowing to a halt.
Sean's hands were still shaking, his breath coming out a little too fast. Flight induced fear gnawed at his insides.
"Was it really that bad?"
Sean looked up from the ground to meet Viggo's gaze and found himself grounded and calmed finally by the warmth of the pale blue eyes in front of him.
****
Viggo walked slowly around, inspecting carefully. Henry folded his arms across his chest, looking quite proud of himself. Sean stared in stunned silence.
Orlando's trailer was covered in masking tape. Simply covered.
"Why?" Sean asked, because he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Revenge," Viggo replied as he proudly clapped his son on the back.
Sean said nothing as he stared once more at the taped-up trailer. Henry ran off to get more spectators for his work of art. Viggo stepped close to Sean, while admiring his son's handiwork. There was silence as they took in the sight of the trailer and the warmth of each other's presence.
Viggo stepped away, seeing Orlando quickly approaching. As he did so he said to Sean, in a strong, steady voice with a hint of warning, "I never do anything half-ass."
****
"How about you?" The sword came down hard and metal clanged loudly against metal.
"Don't know what you're talking about." Sean parried hard, shoving Viggo-and his sword- a few feet back.
"Oh, come on." Skepticism flared on Viggo's angular face as he walked in a slow circle about Sean.
Sean, his sword at the ready, matched Viggo's paces easily. "I'm serious."
"There's nothing you haven't done that you're dying to do." Sarcasm accompanied by the quirk of a dark eyebrow and Viggo struck to the right suddenly.
Sean slammed his sword in place just in time. "I had my wild days and I'm done experimenting now."
"It doesn't have to be anything wild…" Viggo swung his arms about and was again met, just in time, by Sean.
"Oh?" Sean pushed in and while Viggo didn’t stumble he also didn't stay in the same place. Shoved back a couple of paces and he grunted in frustration.
"It could be anything. I'm not asking if you wished you'd ever jumped out of a plane. The answer to that is too obvious." Viggo swung under and this time it was Sean that backed off.
"Anything?" Sean adjusted his grip, his eyes always on Viggo.
"Absolutely anything. Even if it's walking on the moon." Viggo swung in and left and Sean slammed his sword into the swing, cutting it off. This seemed less a practice and more a battle of talent versus experience.
"A relationship that actually lasts."
There was a slip, and while the wound on Sean's hand wasn't deep, it did bleed.
****
Sean looked up when Viggo came into the make-up trailer. He'd heard all of the commotion earlier and upon getting a look at the American he understood exactly what the fuss was all about. He gave his friend a very long, appraising glance. And, knowing full well that Viggo had been out surfing with the hobbits yesterday, he said, "I'd hate to see the other guy."
Viggo, whose face had been beaten mercilessly by his surfboard, scowled at his friend. "Oh, shut up."
Sean's responding laughter could be heard several trailers down.
Viggo paused in the doorway, the glare fading from his face. Then he crossed the trailer to stand in front of Sean, his leg positioned between Sean's two bent knees. He leaned down so that his bruised face was level with Sean's. "Think you could do better?"
"Wouldn't be so hard to not lose a battle with a board, mate." Sean replied, but his tone wasn't quite as snide as it should have been.
"Oh really?" Viggo arched a lone eyebrow and his hand came to rest against Sean's on the arm of Sean's chair. "I dare you."
"To surf?" Sean found his eyes lured over and over the small scar above Viggo's lip.
Viggo nodded. And for some reason that Sean wasn't really sure of, he knew he had to accept. Even if Peter would kill them. "All right, mate. You're on." But there was no challenge in his voice.
And Viggo had that smile again.
***
Viggo's lips were wet with seawater, and though the taste was sour on Sean's tongue, he really didn't mind. There was sand biting into his palms and his knees. A wetsuit pulled half off so bare skin could be pressed against bare skin.
"Please," Viggo whispered into Sean's mouth.
He was trying so hard to be more careful, not wanting to re-open the wound on Viggo's lip. Not wanting to press too hard against that bruised face. But he was too distracted.
Distracted by saltwater sour skin and whispered words of reverence. Too distracted by the feeling that this was right. This was what he'd been waiting for.
****
First trip to the airport, though there'd be a few more before the end. It was awkward, uncomfortable, but there were things back in England that had to be dealt with. A life that couldn't be ignored. Hobbits and elf were standing around them, strangely subdued by the somberness of the airport. The pale yellow lights made their skin sallow and their eyes dull.
Last boarding call and Viggo pulled Sean close. The hug was fierce, knocked Sean breathless for a moment. The warm arms a haven from the cold artificial air. And Viggo didn't let go quickly enough, didn't offer Sean up for a hobbit-elf tackle. Instead, he leaned closer, whispering Spanish into Sean's ear.
Even if Sean hadn’t seen West Side Story a dozen times with his girls he would have known. He could have figured the words out. The tone betrayed the meaning clear enough.
Sean responded in the only language he knew and was surprised really. Because he didn't say it out of obligation. He didn't say it and hope he wasn't lying. He didn't say it and wonder how long it would last this time.
He said it because it felt right. Because he wanted to. Sean said it because these moments with Viggo were making him happier than he'd known he could be. And Sean said it because it was true.
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Date: 2003-04-25 12:27 am (UTC)*wow*
I really likes the flashes, they do feel like memories.
And the ending is just beautiful.
Thank you for giving me a good morning *S*
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Date: 2003-04-27 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-25 02:37 am (UTC)And, mmm, Viggo's manic grin...! eee!
Really lovely mix of angsty and sweet. Thanks for sharing! :)
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Date: 2003-04-27 01:20 am (UTC)Viggo just has this manic grin. Couldn't not comment on it...
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Date: 2003-04-25 05:13 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2003-04-27 01:23 am (UTC)I adore your stuff and I'm now feeling incredibly flattered.
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Date: 2003-04-25 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-27 01:25 am (UTC)Thank you very much! Your feedback is very much appreciated!
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Date: 2003-04-25 08:33 am (UTC)//hugs Sean
//hugs Viggo
oh, hell...
//hugs you
I want more like this. Not really angsty and happy ending. Really. Please?
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Date: 2003-04-27 01:26 am (UTC)I'm all tickled pink now. :) I'll definitely try and work on more in this vein. Happy endings are always preferred. *nods firmly*
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Date: 2003-04-25 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-27 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-25 08:21 pm (UTC)And Sean said it because it was true.
because though Sean might be leaving, we all know he's coming back.
Much appreciated!
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Date: 2003-04-27 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-27 12:45 am (UTC)Great work!
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Date: 2003-04-27 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-29 07:01 am (UTC)