rugbytackle | Saturday Night 2/3

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Title: Saturday Night 2/3
Pairing: VM/SB (implied)
Rating: NC-17 (just in case)
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them (as if), no profit, just fun. Music and lyrics by Queen not mine.
Summary: Viggo’s turn PWP but plotting is involved
Notes: This is my gift to bean_uncensored, thank you for the privilege of membership. I also want to give a very special thank you to seleneheart, whose "First Date" series inspired me to write this fic, Thanks Raederle! big huggy~lbl~
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Archive: bean_uncensored, rugbytackle, sons_of_gondor, Green Opals, OEAM, my LJ
Beta: None (all damage is mine mwaaah)

http://bands.okstate.edu/percussion/Sounds/Queen/SomebodyToLove.mp3

Viggo woke up. Not your ‘nice morning sunshine birds chirping’ kind of wake up. No, it was more like ‘holy fucken shit what the hell is happening to me’ kind of wake up. He had jerked up on his elbows wide awake looking down upon his naked body. Once again he woke up drenched in sweat and his lower abdomen was sticky with his come. His mind was still reeling with his dreams of Sean. He couldn’t stop the desperation he felt or the tears from overwhelming him.

‘Oh my God,’ he thought, ‘what am I going to do, what am I going to do?’ He sat up knees slightly bent covering his face with his hands and cried, he cried heart wrenching sobs, his shoulders heaving, and his body trembling. His mind was on overload, he couldn’t stop thinking of what had brought him to this despair, ‘Sean! Sean! What am I going to do, I love you so much, and I ache for you with every fiber of my being.’

Taking deep breaths, to bring some semblance of order to his disheveled state of being, he began to relax. Setting his mind in motion he started to develop a plan to seduce Sean. Viggo had no choice because to continue in this state of distress was unbearable, and although he did enjoy the occasional roll in the sack with his friend, it was no longer enough.

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you’re doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can’t get no relief,
Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

What, he thought desperately, could he do to wed Sean to him. To make Sean see the loving relationship they could have. He wanted Sean in every way, to love him, protect him, cherish him, and grow old with him. Devising a plan he hurried out of bed and into the shower. He finished quickly, thanking all creation that it was Saturday and neither one had to work.

Making himself some Mate he set about cleaning the house. He swept, vacuumed, and mopped then dusted and organized. He also made sure all the windows and doors were opened to the fresh scented air of New Zealand. He used his favorite chocolate colored silk sheet set for the bed draping the top sheet haphazardly to leave soft folds. He next prepared his best towels, jams, jellies, and oils to dress up the bathroom in preparation for the evening. With his hopes high, and his anxiety reined in tightly, he got on the net and found a simple recipe for a romantic dinner.

French Onion Soup
Tomato Basil Salad
Maple-Glazed Chicken
Glazed Carrots
Lemon Potatoes
Red Velvet Cake
Water with lemon slices
tea or coffee with desert

Grabbing his keys he headed out the door got in his 4x4 and headed for the local market. He quickly got everything he needed for the meal. Then he went to the flower shop for fresh flowers. Viggo looked at all the beautiful flowers, thinking of Sean with a smile, he knew that Sean would love any combination. But this was all about seduction; he wanted Sean to know how much he loved him, how special he is. Roses, it would have to be red roses – a lot of them.

“Good morning,” he said to the clerk, “My name is Viggo Mortensen, I’m working on the Rings production.” The poor clerk just stared at him agape till the shop owner sent him away. “Yes Mr. Mortensen,” she said with a smile, “I know who you are sir, what can I do for you.” Viggo felt the tears threatening to surface again so taking a deep breath he smiled and said, “I would like to purchase every red rose that you have, and I would like them delivered to my house this afternoon.”

Then he bought four bottles of George Duboeuf –Beaujolais. His last stop was to the jewelry store, taking his time and with careful consideration he chose a simple circular gold bracelet. It had the feel, the weight, and the quality of eternity. It was a symbol of his love that Sean could wear proudly and always. Feeling butterflies in his stomach Viggo said to the jeweler, “Can you engrave the initials VM and SB on the inside?” “Yes, but of course sir,” said the jeweler, “If you will wait a few minutes I’ll do it right now.” Finally with a sigh of satisfaction Viggo headed home.

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

As soon as Viggo got home he washed up, and put the wine to chill, then he started preparing the food. Just as he finished the roses arrived. To Viggo’s relief the flower shop owner had accompanied the delivery, and proceeded to help him arrange the roses throughout the house, removing the petals from the remaining roses she put everything right and promptly departed with her assistants. Viggo put the food on simmer and went to his bedroom to get ready.

Stripping off his clothes he went to the basin to brush his teeth. He was so nervous he dropped his toothbrush flailing in his attempt to catch it watching it fall into the toilet. With a disgruntled groan he retrieved it and threw it away. Washing his hands he got out a new toothbrush and succeeded in brushing his teeth. Then he thought ‘To shave or not to shave?’ He indulged himself in a randy grin and said, “No shave, I’ll go caveman tonight,” and trimmed his whiskers instead.

He went into the shower running the water to a relaxing heat. He shampooed and conditioned his hair using a set with a woodsy scent that Sean had given him. Thinking of Sean made him so hard; he braced himself with one hand on the tiled wall, and then started stroking his cock pulling on it.
Closing his eyes he thought of how Sean would envelop him deep in his throat, sucking hard and slurping, while massaging his balls. Rapidly Viggo fisted his cock feeling the tingling sensations escalate in his body. Glittery sparks exploded behind his closed eyelids, as he came on his hand, with Sean’s name on his lips.

Everyday - I try and I try and I try -
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I’m goin’ crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah - yeah yeah yeah

Viggo got out of the shower and dried himself. Then he rubbed his body down with lightly scented musk oil. Afterward he put styling gel in his hair, mustache, and beard. Back in his bedroom Viggo chose a rust colored banded collar long sleeved shirt and black linen trouser. He decided to go commando but made up for it by using his intricate silver chain belt. To finish his ensemble he decided on his silver horse cufflinks, silver hair pull, and his black kidskin penny loafers.

He then straightened up the bedroom and the bathroom sprinkling rose petals on the bed, floor, bathroom counter, toilet and tub. He then placed scented floating candles decoratively in both rooms. Admiring the play of soft candle light amidst the red rose petals and chocolate silk of his bed, Viggo murmured to himself, “Sean lying naked on his back would complete this picture.”

Oh Lord
somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

He placed rose petals and candles in the living room and dining room. Then he dressed the dining table with fresh linen and a shallow centerpiece of roses and candles. Then put out his best china in an intimate setting for two. Next he went into the kitchen and retrieved his silver ice bucket. He filled it with ice and a bottle of wine and set it on the dinning room table. Satisfied he went into the kitchen for a final check on the meal.

Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I’m ok, I’m alright
Ain’t gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday I’m gonna be free, lord!

Feeling nervous with an edge of hyperventilation he picked up the phone and called Sean. ‘Pease let him be home,’ he prayed silently. “Hi Sean, you were thinking of me, yeah? Are you busy? I called to invite you over for dinner. No, there’s no need, I got some wine. See you soon!”

Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?