SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 3
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rugbytackleSPARRING PARTNERS - PART 3
Feedback is very much appreciated.
**Don't be too worried about the het aspects at this point. We'll end up where we wanna be, I promise.**
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Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archive: Rugbytackle
Warnings: Don't read it unless you're old enough and mature enough, 'kay?
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings exist but belong to others. Viggo and Sean had nothing to do with any of it. Not beta'd. All errors are mine alone.
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Previous part can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=shegollum&keyword=SPARRING+PARTNERS&filter=all
They were several pints in and the night was still young. Sean and Viggo were at a crowded, noisy pub – something within walking distance of the set – and huddled in a back corner booth. The large crowd was decidedly local in a friendly, laidback way that the two men welcomed wholeheartedly. They’d long since greeted anyone who wanted to meet them as celebrities and posed for a few photos and then had been mercifully left alone by the crowd, with the notable exception of some of the female population. There were quite a few women who were measuring them up, flirting and seeking their attentions. They’d been bought a round of drinks by a table of lovelies, and Viggo had been sent a note from a bleach blonde sitting by herself at the bar. This last fact amused Sean no end as the woman looked to be older than Viggo’s mother yet she wore an outfit more revealing than many a Hollywood starlet. He was goading Viggo to share the note but he would only chuckle in that open-mouthed, slightly manic way he had and shake his head.
It was time for more beer and Sean tried again to order in Spanish. As the night had worn on this had become more and more ludicrous as Sean’s Sheffield accent simply thickened as he drank more and at this point, he had virtually no hope at all of doing anything other than mangle the language. Yet he continued to try, and wouldn’t settle for just a quick “dos cervezas”. Sean wanted to string together a long sentence with a beginning, middle and an end and the result was paining Viggo’s Spanish Lit major soul.
“Seaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan,” he groaned, rocking his head against the high seat back. “For the love of God, please, please stop. My heart bleeds for the entire nation every time you do that. God, that is just so bad.”
Sean looked at him, affecting a deeply hurt expression. Viggo tipped his almost empty glass at the waiter and signaled for two more with a small flick of his index and middle finger. The waiter nodded and quickly cleared their table before heading off to get their order.
“Did you see that? Took care of it with no verbal communication at all. No sounds of any kind. None whatsoever. Try that next time, would ya?”
Sean met his eyes for a few seconds, a smirk curling around one corner of his mouth.
“Nonverbal communication is your forte, is it, mate? I’ve seen you talk people into a stupor, me bloody self included, and now you tell me you can get all your points across without opening your mouth. We all should ‘ave known that back in bloody New Zealand, wouldn’t you say?”
With that Sean took a deep swallow from his fresh glass, green eyes smiling at Viggo over the rim. He paused as he set his pint down, drawing the back of his hand across the tiny line of foam above his upper lip. “And on that subject, I still maintain that you need to get some nonverbal communication, as it were, lined up with someone in this room before we leave here tonight, mate.”
Viggo was chuckling as he listened to Sean’s diatribe, drinking his own beer and starting to really take the bait.
“So, you say I talk too much and I’m no good with women,” he laughed. “Well hell, Sean, sure am glad you came to see me, pal. You’re very good for my ego.”
“You don’t have an ego, remember? No-ego Viggo as I recall.”
Viggo rolled his eyes at the nickname that had been bestowed upon him by the New Zealand crowd.
“It’s alright. Your dear mate Sean is here to coach you in all you need to know. I spy quite a few ladies who have been trying to get your attention, Viggo. Go talk to someone, please, even if its your Gran down there in her hot pants,” he said with a boyish snicker.
“Talk? Thought I was supposed to go nonverbal.”
“You can talk just a bit at first. Then shut up.”
“And the mission is to go straight to bed with someone, huh? You big romantic you. Hard to imagine you’ve gone through three divorces, Sean,” Viggo snorted.
Sean briefly choked on his next swig, thumping his fist over his chest as he sputtered.
“What about you, anyway?” Viggo was looking at him a bit sullenly.
“What about me? And changing the topic is not going to help you.”
“You don’t need to get laid? You don’t feel like showing me the glorious Bean moves that have woman lining up for miles around?”
Sean laughed, eyes twinkling. He was really enjoying himself with this. Nobody was more fun to torment than Viggo who could get so bloody serious and intense about everything.
“Oh sure...I’ll be chatting up a certain lady or two. But I want to be sure you’re well set before I worry about me own needs. I’m a good mate like that.”
“Uh-huh,” Viggo muttered, giving Sean a skeptical look.
As though he'd reached some imperative decision and needed to act on it immediately, Viggo slid out of the booth and stood up all in one fluid motion. Leonine flashed across Sean's mind again. Smoothing the front of his simple navy pullover and hitching up his faded jeans, Viggo was grinning rakishly at Sean.
“Don’t worry about me, mate”, he said. “I’m gonna go talk to some people. You owe me another beer, too. Why not torment the waiter just a little more while I go do that and then go take a piss. I’ll be back.”
Sean laughed and reached up to clasp Viggo on the shoulder.
"That’s a good lad, then. Off you go. Hurry back. You never know, I may have wandered off with someone if you keep me waiting too long.”
Viggo kept looking down at him as his slow grin worked its way onto his mouth. "My only concern with that might be that you'd marry and divorce her before I could get here to help. You're pretty quick with that whole thing." He reached over and ruffled up Sean’s hair, knowing precisely how much he hated that.
Sean laughed and was nodding his head as he drank.
“You dumb fuck,” Viggo said softly and very affectionately. “Always convinced you need to pull me out of my shell. How did I ever, ever manage to marry and have a child before I met you? Hmm?” With a grin, he took his eyes off of Sean and scanned the room. “Yep, gonna hit the head and then I’ll be back for my beer. Hurry it up, por favor!!” He laughed and headed across the dimly lit bar, winding his way through crowded tables.
Sean watched him, smiling as he saw a woman stop him before he’d passed the third table. She was still seated, but turned as he approached, blocking his way with long, slender legs. Viggo was saying something to her and she was looking up at him as though she’d already agreed to have his babies.
Crazy American, thought Sean. People adore him and he just keeps moving along, looking neither left nor right, on most days. Right now though, he did seem to be doing his best to embrace Sean’s philosophies. He’d only moved a little further along in the room and Sean noticed lots of glances going his way and at least one more real little exchange between Viggo and a dark-haired beauty near the dart board in front of the hall to the restrooms. She was standing and speaking directly into Viggo’s ear, her hand cupped there as she leaned in close to be heard over the bar noise. And apparently so that she could rub her large, barely contained breasts against him as well, thought Sean, grinning. Damn it if Viggo couldn’t have had any one of them eating out of his hand right then and there! The guy was gorgeous and charming and loveable and had a really fine ass, too, he mused.
Sean was scanning the room himself, looking for a girl he’d noticed earlier, someone he’d kind of earmarked to himself as someone he wanted to get to know better before the night— wait, what the fuck?! His mind screeched to a halt and he backed up a bit. Had he really just thought to himself that Viggo had a nice ass? Or that he was gorgeous? What the bloody hell was that about?! He must be losing his mind. Either that or the beer here must be stronger than what he was used to. Or he must be jet lagged. That was fucking odd... "Oh yeah, Bean," his inner voice chided him. "You need to get laid way more than Viggo does if that's where your brain is..."
By then Viggo was back, clutching a piece of pink paper, a folded bar napkin and a match book. Making a pointed show of setting each on the table, carefully avoiding the wet rings from their glasses, he slid back into his seat. He didn’t look at Sean, just picked up his new beer and took a long swallow, stopping to scan the room. As he lowered his glass he clearly locked eyes with someone beyond Sean and offered a small nod and a smile. A young lady suddenly appeared at Sean’s elbow, leaning past him with a dismissive murmur as she leaned in close to place a lingering kiss on Viggo’s cheek, taking his hand from his glass. She slowly dried the moisture from his palm with the loose edge of her very-barely-there wrap skirt, exposing a long and tanned thigh before she very carefully wrote her number in his palm. With another kiss and a throaty whisper in Viggo’s ear, she sauntered away, looking back over her shoulder at the American, who still hadn’t said a word.
Finally looking up and focusing on an open-mouthed Sean, he shrugged, looking smug as hell and clearly enjoying every second. Both stared at each other until they finally started laughing quietly. Leaning back in his booth, Viggo's sparkling blue gaze latched onto Sean and he finally spoke.
"Well, I guess that went okay.”
Sean laughed until he cried.
Feedback is very much appreciated.
**Don't be too worried about the het aspects at this point. We'll end up where we wanna be, I promise.**
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archive: Rugbytackle
Warnings: Don't read it unless you're old enough and mature enough, 'kay?
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings exist but belong to others. Viggo and Sean had nothing to do with any of it. Not beta'd. All errors are mine alone.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Previous part can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=shegollum&keyword=SPARRING+PARTNERS&filter=all
They were several pints in and the night was still young. Sean and Viggo were at a crowded, noisy pub – something within walking distance of the set – and huddled in a back corner booth. The large crowd was decidedly local in a friendly, laidback way that the two men welcomed wholeheartedly. They’d long since greeted anyone who wanted to meet them as celebrities and posed for a few photos and then had been mercifully left alone by the crowd, with the notable exception of some of the female population. There were quite a few women who were measuring them up, flirting and seeking their attentions. They’d been bought a round of drinks by a table of lovelies, and Viggo had been sent a note from a bleach blonde sitting by herself at the bar. This last fact amused Sean no end as the woman looked to be older than Viggo’s mother yet she wore an outfit more revealing than many a Hollywood starlet. He was goading Viggo to share the note but he would only chuckle in that open-mouthed, slightly manic way he had and shake his head.
It was time for more beer and Sean tried again to order in Spanish. As the night had worn on this had become more and more ludicrous as Sean’s Sheffield accent simply thickened as he drank more and at this point, he had virtually no hope at all of doing anything other than mangle the language. Yet he continued to try, and wouldn’t settle for just a quick “dos cervezas”. Sean wanted to string together a long sentence with a beginning, middle and an end and the result was paining Viggo’s Spanish Lit major soul.
“Seaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan,” he groaned, rocking his head against the high seat back. “For the love of God, please, please stop. My heart bleeds for the entire nation every time you do that. God, that is just so bad.”
Sean looked at him, affecting a deeply hurt expression. Viggo tipped his almost empty glass at the waiter and signaled for two more with a small flick of his index and middle finger. The waiter nodded and quickly cleared their table before heading off to get their order.
“Did you see that? Took care of it with no verbal communication at all. No sounds of any kind. None whatsoever. Try that next time, would ya?”
Sean met his eyes for a few seconds, a smirk curling around one corner of his mouth.
“Nonverbal communication is your forte, is it, mate? I’ve seen you talk people into a stupor, me bloody self included, and now you tell me you can get all your points across without opening your mouth. We all should ‘ave known that back in bloody New Zealand, wouldn’t you say?”
With that Sean took a deep swallow from his fresh glass, green eyes smiling at Viggo over the rim. He paused as he set his pint down, drawing the back of his hand across the tiny line of foam above his upper lip. “And on that subject, I still maintain that you need to get some nonverbal communication, as it were, lined up with someone in this room before we leave here tonight, mate.”
Viggo was chuckling as he listened to Sean’s diatribe, drinking his own beer and starting to really take the bait.
“So, you say I talk too much and I’m no good with women,” he laughed. “Well hell, Sean, sure am glad you came to see me, pal. You’re very good for my ego.”
“You don’t have an ego, remember? No-ego Viggo as I recall.”
Viggo rolled his eyes at the nickname that had been bestowed upon him by the New Zealand crowd.
“It’s alright. Your dear mate Sean is here to coach you in all you need to know. I spy quite a few ladies who have been trying to get your attention, Viggo. Go talk to someone, please, even if its your Gran down there in her hot pants,” he said with a boyish snicker.
“Talk? Thought I was supposed to go nonverbal.”
“You can talk just a bit at first. Then shut up.”
“And the mission is to go straight to bed with someone, huh? You big romantic you. Hard to imagine you’ve gone through three divorces, Sean,” Viggo snorted.
Sean briefly choked on his next swig, thumping his fist over his chest as he sputtered.
“What about you, anyway?” Viggo was looking at him a bit sullenly.
“What about me? And changing the topic is not going to help you.”
“You don’t need to get laid? You don’t feel like showing me the glorious Bean moves that have woman lining up for miles around?”
Sean laughed, eyes twinkling. He was really enjoying himself with this. Nobody was more fun to torment than Viggo who could get so bloody serious and intense about everything.
“Oh sure...I’ll be chatting up a certain lady or two. But I want to be sure you’re well set before I worry about me own needs. I’m a good mate like that.”
“Uh-huh,” Viggo muttered, giving Sean a skeptical look.
As though he'd reached some imperative decision and needed to act on it immediately, Viggo slid out of the booth and stood up all in one fluid motion. Leonine flashed across Sean's mind again. Smoothing the front of his simple navy pullover and hitching up his faded jeans, Viggo was grinning rakishly at Sean.
“Don’t worry about me, mate”, he said. “I’m gonna go talk to some people. You owe me another beer, too. Why not torment the waiter just a little more while I go do that and then go take a piss. I’ll be back.”
Sean laughed and reached up to clasp Viggo on the shoulder.
"That’s a good lad, then. Off you go. Hurry back. You never know, I may have wandered off with someone if you keep me waiting too long.”
Viggo kept looking down at him as his slow grin worked its way onto his mouth. "My only concern with that might be that you'd marry and divorce her before I could get here to help. You're pretty quick with that whole thing." He reached over and ruffled up Sean’s hair, knowing precisely how much he hated that.
Sean laughed and was nodding his head as he drank.
“You dumb fuck,” Viggo said softly and very affectionately. “Always convinced you need to pull me out of my shell. How did I ever, ever manage to marry and have a child before I met you? Hmm?” With a grin, he took his eyes off of Sean and scanned the room. “Yep, gonna hit the head and then I’ll be back for my beer. Hurry it up, por favor!!” He laughed and headed across the dimly lit bar, winding his way through crowded tables.
Sean watched him, smiling as he saw a woman stop him before he’d passed the third table. She was still seated, but turned as he approached, blocking his way with long, slender legs. Viggo was saying something to her and she was looking up at him as though she’d already agreed to have his babies.
Crazy American, thought Sean. People adore him and he just keeps moving along, looking neither left nor right, on most days. Right now though, he did seem to be doing his best to embrace Sean’s philosophies. He’d only moved a little further along in the room and Sean noticed lots of glances going his way and at least one more real little exchange between Viggo and a dark-haired beauty near the dart board in front of the hall to the restrooms. She was standing and speaking directly into Viggo’s ear, her hand cupped there as she leaned in close to be heard over the bar noise. And apparently so that she could rub her large, barely contained breasts against him as well, thought Sean, grinning. Damn it if Viggo couldn’t have had any one of them eating out of his hand right then and there! The guy was gorgeous and charming and loveable and had a really fine ass, too, he mused.
Sean was scanning the room himself, looking for a girl he’d noticed earlier, someone he’d kind of earmarked to himself as someone he wanted to get to know better before the night— wait, what the fuck?! His mind screeched to a halt and he backed up a bit. Had he really just thought to himself that Viggo had a nice ass? Or that he was gorgeous? What the bloody hell was that about?! He must be losing his mind. Either that or the beer here must be stronger than what he was used to. Or he must be jet lagged. That was fucking odd... "Oh yeah, Bean," his inner voice chided him. "You need to get laid way more than Viggo does if that's where your brain is..."
By then Viggo was back, clutching a piece of pink paper, a folded bar napkin and a match book. Making a pointed show of setting each on the table, carefully avoiding the wet rings from their glasses, he slid back into his seat. He didn’t look at Sean, just picked up his new beer and took a long swallow, stopping to scan the room. As he lowered his glass he clearly locked eyes with someone beyond Sean and offered a small nod and a smile. A young lady suddenly appeared at Sean’s elbow, leaning past him with a dismissive murmur as she leaned in close to place a lingering kiss on Viggo’s cheek, taking his hand from his glass. She slowly dried the moisture from his palm with the loose edge of her very-barely-there wrap skirt, exposing a long and tanned thigh before she very carefully wrote her number in his palm. With another kiss and a throaty whisper in Viggo’s ear, she sauntered away, looking back over her shoulder at the American, who still hadn’t said a word.
Finally looking up and focusing on an open-mouthed Sean, he shrugged, looking smug as hell and clearly enjoying every second. Both stared at each other until they finally started laughing quietly. Leaning back in his booth, Viggo's sparkling blue gaze latched onto Sean and he finally spoke.
"Well, I guess that went okay.”
Sean laughed until he cried.
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Date: 2005-06-20 10:19 am (UTC)Well, it's clearly not lack of opportunity which is responsible for Viggo's dry spell. Hmmm, I wonder what it could be?? [snicker]
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