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rugbytackleTitle: Mr. Clean
Author: me
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: PG—for language
Beta: none; I gave it a once over. Hope it’s okay.
Summary: Viggo makes a mess
Disclaimer: not true; lies; fiction
Archive: my lj and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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honey_babes because we both decided we needed something
Viggo sat in his favorite chair sipping on a cup of herbal tea while furiously writing in his notebook. Today had been a fairly productive day. He spent the afternoon in his studio painting, suddenly struck with new inspiration. Sean was due back from his meeting with his agent any minute now and Viggo couldn’t wait to show it to him. He took another sip of his tea before scribbling, crossing out, and rewriting some more words. With a sigh he glanced at the clock on the wall, scrunching his bare toes in the plush carpet.Damn, he should be here by now. He was about to go pour himself another cup of tea when he heard the front door unlock.
“Honey, I’m home!” Sean called in a teasing manner.
“In here!” Viggo answered as he quickly finished jotting down some more words that came to him. He capped the pen and set it, along with the notebook, on the coffee table.
“Hey, Sean,” Viggo said as Sean walked in the living room, feverishly blowing on his hands to warm them up. He crossed the distance between them and hugged his chilled lover, kissing him soundly.
“Mm, that’s a nice hello,” Sean mused.
“How was it?”
“Long and tiring. I need a hot shower. I’m bloody freezing!”
Viggo chuckled and rubbed Sean’s arms, trying to warm him up. “Go on up then. I already took one. Wait until you see the new painting,” he stated proudly.
“Can’t wait. Be back in a bit.” With that Sean quickly jolted up the stairs, ridding himself of his favorite blue shirt in the process. Viggo stared after his lover before grabbing his mug and moving to the kitchen. He was about to pour some more water when he heard Sean’s bellow from the bathroom.
“Viggo! Come here!” Fuck did Sean sound pissed! Viggo swiftly ran upstairs and to the bathroom, secretly hoping that Sean really wanted a quick fuck in the shower. Instead he was met with a very unhappy looking man.
“Sean? What’s wrong, babe?” Viggo asked as he stepped inside.
“What the hell happened in here, Viggo?” Sean replied, looking somewhat disgusted. Viggo looked around the room: a towel soiled with paint and other unidentifiable stains hung over the side of the tub; there was a faint green/red tint to the edges of the tub from when he washed the paint off his body; his dirty clothes were in a pile in the far corner; and several paintbrushes were soaking in soapy water in the sink.
“I…uh…cleaned up after I painted. I got a bit messy,’ Viggo answered carefully, sensing that he had done something wrong.
“Vig, you did anything but clean! Look at this place! Fuck, Viggo, I just cleaned this last night. You couldn’t even pick up after yourself?” Sean exclaimed. He was pissed. Viggo was always messy and Sean hated it. It’s not like he was a compulsive cleaner, but he did like a neat looking home.
“Sean, I’m sorry. I was going to clean it all when I was done with my shower, but then I had this sudden idea and I had to write it down; and then I just got so wrap—“
“Save it, Vig,” Sean interrupted as he walked past Viggo to their room, slamming the door shut. Viggo winced and took another look around the bathroom. Damn, this place is messy. He sighed and stripped off his shirt. He’d clean this place if it killed him.
~~~
Sean was reclined on his bed, naked except for the thick duvet covering his lower body. His reading glasses were perched high on his nose as he thumbed through his latest script. His thoughts drifted to Viggo and he couldn’t help but smile. Viggo may piss him off with his laidback-stuff-everywhere-lifestyle, but he would always be the sweet, loving, and crazy man he fell in love with. He probably shouldn’t have yelled at Viggo, but today had been a long day; and he was tired. All he wanted was a nice, hot shower, but he couldn’t even have that. Still, that was no reason to bitch at Viggo like he did. Sean knew Viggo was used to his messy ways; he just had to get used to that still. A sudden knock at the door jolted him out of his musings.
“Come in!” Sean called as he set his script on the bedside table. The door opened and Viggo walked in, water marks adorning his sweats.
“What happened to you?” Sean asked with a chuckle as he set his glasses aside.
“Um…I cleaned up the bathroom,” Viggo replied as he sat next to Sean on the bed.
Sean raised an eyebrow and grinned, “You did?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left it like that. I know I always do, but…”
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I guess I was just overly frustrated.” Sean smiled and leaned over, kissing Viggo passionately. He trailed a finger to the hem of Viggo’s sweats, dipping it beneath the slightly damp fabric.
“Come to bed, love. It’s getting late…and I’m still cold,” Sean whispered huskily. Viggo smiled and stood, ridding himself of his remaining clothes before turning off the lamp. As he crawled in bed, Sean scooted over to make room. Once Viggo was settled under the warm duvet, Sean grabbed him and pulled him close, letting one hand run languidly over his lover’s flat stomach.
“Sean?”
“Hm?”
“I promise to help out more with picking up after myself.”
“Okay, Vig,” Sean replied with a kiss to his lover’s cheek. Yet Sean knew better. Tomorrow he would yell at Viggo for the dirty mug and partially full tea kettle in the kitchen that he knew were still sitting there.
Author: me
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: PG—for language
Beta: none; I gave it a once over. Hope it’s okay.
Summary: Viggo makes a mess
Disclaimer: not true; lies; fiction
Archive: my lj and
rugbytackleA/N: for
honey_babes because we both decided we needed somethingViggo sat in his favorite chair sipping on a cup of herbal tea while furiously writing in his notebook. Today had been a fairly productive day. He spent the afternoon in his studio painting, suddenly struck with new inspiration. Sean was due back from his meeting with his agent any minute now and Viggo couldn’t wait to show it to him. He took another sip of his tea before scribbling, crossing out, and rewriting some more words. With a sigh he glanced at the clock on the wall, scrunching his bare toes in the plush carpet.Damn, he should be here by now. He was about to go pour himself another cup of tea when he heard the front door unlock.
“Honey, I’m home!” Sean called in a teasing manner.
“In here!” Viggo answered as he quickly finished jotting down some more words that came to him. He capped the pen and set it, along with the notebook, on the coffee table.
“Hey, Sean,” Viggo said as Sean walked in the living room, feverishly blowing on his hands to warm them up. He crossed the distance between them and hugged his chilled lover, kissing him soundly.
“Mm, that’s a nice hello,” Sean mused.
“How was it?”
“Long and tiring. I need a hot shower. I’m bloody freezing!”
Viggo chuckled and rubbed Sean’s arms, trying to warm him up. “Go on up then. I already took one. Wait until you see the new painting,” he stated proudly.
“Can’t wait. Be back in a bit.” With that Sean quickly jolted up the stairs, ridding himself of his favorite blue shirt in the process. Viggo stared after his lover before grabbing his mug and moving to the kitchen. He was about to pour some more water when he heard Sean’s bellow from the bathroom.
“Viggo! Come here!” Fuck did Sean sound pissed! Viggo swiftly ran upstairs and to the bathroom, secretly hoping that Sean really wanted a quick fuck in the shower. Instead he was met with a very unhappy looking man.
“Sean? What’s wrong, babe?” Viggo asked as he stepped inside.
“What the hell happened in here, Viggo?” Sean replied, looking somewhat disgusted. Viggo looked around the room: a towel soiled with paint and other unidentifiable stains hung over the side of the tub; there was a faint green/red tint to the edges of the tub from when he washed the paint off his body; his dirty clothes were in a pile in the far corner; and several paintbrushes were soaking in soapy water in the sink.
“I…uh…cleaned up after I painted. I got a bit messy,’ Viggo answered carefully, sensing that he had done something wrong.
“Vig, you did anything but clean! Look at this place! Fuck, Viggo, I just cleaned this last night. You couldn’t even pick up after yourself?” Sean exclaimed. He was pissed. Viggo was always messy and Sean hated it. It’s not like he was a compulsive cleaner, but he did like a neat looking home.
“Sean, I’m sorry. I was going to clean it all when I was done with my shower, but then I had this sudden idea and I had to write it down; and then I just got so wrap—“
“Save it, Vig,” Sean interrupted as he walked past Viggo to their room, slamming the door shut. Viggo winced and took another look around the bathroom. Damn, this place is messy. He sighed and stripped off his shirt. He’d clean this place if it killed him.
~~~
Sean was reclined on his bed, naked except for the thick duvet covering his lower body. His reading glasses were perched high on his nose as he thumbed through his latest script. His thoughts drifted to Viggo and he couldn’t help but smile. Viggo may piss him off with his laidback-stuff-everywhere-lifestyle, but he would always be the sweet, loving, and crazy man he fell in love with. He probably shouldn’t have yelled at Viggo, but today had been a long day; and he was tired. All he wanted was a nice, hot shower, but he couldn’t even have that. Still, that was no reason to bitch at Viggo like he did. Sean knew Viggo was used to his messy ways; he just had to get used to that still. A sudden knock at the door jolted him out of his musings.
“Come in!” Sean called as he set his script on the bedside table. The door opened and Viggo walked in, water marks adorning his sweats.
“What happened to you?” Sean asked with a chuckle as he set his glasses aside.
“Um…I cleaned up the bathroom,” Viggo replied as he sat next to Sean on the bed.
Sean raised an eyebrow and grinned, “You did?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left it like that. I know I always do, but…”
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I guess I was just overly frustrated.” Sean smiled and leaned over, kissing Viggo passionately. He trailed a finger to the hem of Viggo’s sweats, dipping it beneath the slightly damp fabric.
“Come to bed, love. It’s getting late…and I’m still cold,” Sean whispered huskily. Viggo smiled and stood, ridding himself of his remaining clothes before turning off the lamp. As he crawled in bed, Sean scooted over to make room. Once Viggo was settled under the warm duvet, Sean grabbed him and pulled him close, letting one hand run languidly over his lover’s flat stomach.
“Sean?”
“Hm?”
“I promise to help out more with picking up after myself.”
“Okay, Vig,” Sean replied with a kiss to his lover’s cheek. Yet Sean knew better. Tomorrow he would yell at Viggo for the dirty mug and partially full tea kettle in the kitchen that he knew were still sitting there.
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Date: 2005-01-10 02:07 pm (UTC)I'm the Viggo in the relationship *grin*
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Date: 2005-01-10 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-10 02:41 pm (UTC)Wonderfully domestic, though... I completely believe this, it sounds so real!
~Kris
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Date: 2005-01-10 07:11 pm (UTC)thank you so much!
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Date: 2005-01-10 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-10 07:11 pm (UTC)