SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 5
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SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 5
Here's a new fic with Viggo and Bean. Give it a try, okay? I hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
**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: None
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
Bob put them through their paces the next morning, clearly enjoying the fact that they were fighting a bit of a hangover. He sweated it out of them within the first 45 minutes though, and seemed very happy to have Sean back in the fold – even if just temporarily and just for a lark. Sean was practicing with a LOTR-style sword, something heavy and broad, and replicating a lot of his moves from the Amon Hen scenes. In contrast, Viggo’s moves were quite different from what he’d done as Aragorn and clearly more in line with what one would expect from a 17th century Spanish soldier-turned-mercenary. His weaponry was comprised predominantly of a slender and elegant rapier but he used a fierce looking dagger as well, keeping it tucked into his boot when not in use. Sean was again impressed by what seemed to be Viggo’s natural aptitude for the weapons and the choreography, almost forgetting that it was his friend he was watching as Viggo sparred with a trio of stunt men, making grand running attacks at them and completely dominating the gym space. He completed his mission as Alatriste by disabling all of the stunt players in varied ways and then swiftly scaling a configuration of barrels and somersaulting through a wooden set piece that would become a castle window in the final film. It was the first time the entire scene had been run through and at the end, everyone in the room was whistling and applauding Viggo’s performance, Sean perhaps loudest of all. Viggo himself seemed to enjoy it as he laid back on the air mattresses that had cushioned his fall and laughed, finally standing and bounding to the edge, taking a mock bow before jumping down. Sean crushed him into a hug as he landed, and then stood back to bow before him.
“My king,” he exclaimed with a grin.
Viggo was looking down at him, affection radiating from his eyes. “Thanks, Sean,” he said. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, he was a little embarrassed by the attention. Bob, having worked with Viggo closely before, saw this and called for a break and Viggo and Sean wandered back to the trailer.
Once inside, Sean sat at the small table while Viggo rummaged in the refrigerator for a couple of bottles of water. Sean watched him move, eyes drawn to the sword at Viggo’s side and the tight, very tight, pants under his tunic. The delineated muscles of Viggo’s thighs were on full display as leaned in to rearrange things, finally emerging with the water, tossing one to Sean.
“Damn, Viggo, you’ve got legs like a football player! You’re all muscle, mate”
Viggo stopped, looking down at his legs and then grinning up at Sean.
“Are you checking out my legs, Sean?”
Sean looked simultaneously annoyed and embarrassed. “No, mate. Just impressed.” A second later, his eyes twinkled as he looked up, intending to take the piss – one of his greatest hobbies with Viggo. “Although, now that you mention it, Viggo,” Sean dropped his voice to a sultry smooth whisper as he stood in the small trailer, moving closer to Viggo who still stood in the kitchen space, “if I was going to play for the other team, you’d be the first person on me “To Do” list.” He was directly in front of Viggo now, using his slightly bigger body to his advantage as he tried to look predatory and slightly menacing, leaning in next to Viggo’s stubbled cheek, allowing his tongue to just barely flick along the curve of the American’s ear, ending with a wet opened-mouthed kiss on Viggo’s neck.
He drew back with a big grin, half-expecting a punch to his stomach or a knee to his groin. Instead he saw Viggo looking at him with as steady and direct gaze as they’d ever shared. Confusion, and a sense of having overstepped some boundary flashed through his mind ever, ever so briefly right before he felt his body moved by a will not his own. He was violently slammed against the closet door behind him, a rattling sound indicating that a mirror on the inside of the door had only barely survived the impact. Viggo was directly in front of him, as close as a lover, yet he was seething, sparks of fury bursting out of those crystalline eyes.
“Don’t fuck with me, Sean.”
That’s all he said, but it was in an almost animal snarl, his lips barely seeming to move, eyes narrowed in anger. As he said it, he yanked Sean’s shirt with the two hands he’d embedded in the fabric seconds before, jamming his rock hard thigh between Sean’s own, thrusting his way into that space. Sean’s body welcomed him, thighs allowing his entry, even as his brain raced to keep up. Viggo stayed there for a second, never letting his gaze falter and not drawing back even a millimeter from this intimate position. Suddenly, there was a change in his eyes, a very brief flicker of what Sean thought might be a question, and then Viggo insinuated his body just a little further, almost but not touching their groins together, and his hands spread out from clenched fists, moving in splayed-finger caresses over Sean’s chest. Viggo looked like he thought about smiling, but he didn’t. His eyes glanced down at Sean’s lips and he licked his own slowly before leaning forward, pressing chest to chest against Sean and then mimicking Sean’s own course of action, stroking his tongue around his friend’s ear before whispering, his loving voice wrapped around pure ice, “Fuck you, Sean”.
He pulled back, his eyes no longer meeting Sean’s. He left his things behind and headed out the trailer door, leaving Sean confused as hell. And as hard as he’d ever been in his life.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed in the small trailer that still shook from Viggo’s exit.
SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 5
Here's a new fic with Viggo and Bean. Give it a try, okay? I hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
**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: None
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
Bob put them through their paces the next morning, clearly enjoying the fact that they were fighting a bit of a hangover. He sweated it out of them within the first 45 minutes though, and seemed very happy to have Sean back in the fold – even if just temporarily and just for a lark. Sean was practicing with a LOTR-style sword, something heavy and broad, and replicating a lot of his moves from the Amon Hen scenes. In contrast, Viggo’s moves were quite different from what he’d done as Aragorn and clearly more in line with what one would expect from a 17th century Spanish soldier-turned-mercenary. His weaponry was comprised predominantly of a slender and elegant rapier but he used a fierce looking dagger as well, keeping it tucked into his boot when not in use. Sean was again impressed by what seemed to be Viggo’s natural aptitude for the weapons and the choreography, almost forgetting that it was his friend he was watching as Viggo sparred with a trio of stunt men, making grand running attacks at them and completely dominating the gym space. He completed his mission as Alatriste by disabling all of the stunt players in varied ways and then swiftly scaling a configuration of barrels and somersaulting through a wooden set piece that would become a castle window in the final film. It was the first time the entire scene had been run through and at the end, everyone in the room was whistling and applauding Viggo’s performance, Sean perhaps loudest of all. Viggo himself seemed to enjoy it as he laid back on the air mattresses that had cushioned his fall and laughed, finally standing and bounding to the edge, taking a mock bow before jumping down. Sean crushed him into a hug as he landed, and then stood back to bow before him.
“My king,” he exclaimed with a grin.
Viggo was looking down at him, affection radiating from his eyes. “Thanks, Sean,” he said. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, he was a little embarrassed by the attention. Bob, having worked with Viggo closely before, saw this and called for a break and Viggo and Sean wandered back to the trailer.
Once inside, Sean sat at the small table while Viggo rummaged in the refrigerator for a couple of bottles of water. Sean watched him move, eyes drawn to the sword at Viggo’s side and the tight, very tight, pants under his tunic. The delineated muscles of Viggo’s thighs were on full display as leaned in to rearrange things, finally emerging with the water, tossing one to Sean.
“Damn, Viggo, you’ve got legs like a football player! You’re all muscle, mate”
Viggo stopped, looking down at his legs and then grinning up at Sean.
“Are you checking out my legs, Sean?”
Sean looked simultaneously annoyed and embarrassed. “No, mate. Just impressed.” A second later, his eyes twinkled as he looked up, intending to take the piss – one of his greatest hobbies with Viggo. “Although, now that you mention it, Viggo,” Sean dropped his voice to a sultry smooth whisper as he stood in the small trailer, moving closer to Viggo who still stood in the kitchen space, “if I was going to play for the other team, you’d be the first person on me “To Do” list.” He was directly in front of Viggo now, using his slightly bigger body to his advantage as he tried to look predatory and slightly menacing, leaning in next to Viggo’s stubbled cheek, allowing his tongue to just barely flick along the curve of the American’s ear, ending with a wet opened-mouthed kiss on Viggo’s neck.
He drew back with a big grin, half-expecting a punch to his stomach or a knee to his groin. Instead he saw Viggo looking at him with as steady and direct gaze as they’d ever shared. Confusion, and a sense of having overstepped some boundary flashed through his mind ever, ever so briefly right before he felt his body moved by a will not his own. He was violently slammed against the closet door behind him, a rattling sound indicating that a mirror on the inside of the door had only barely survived the impact. Viggo was directly in front of him, as close as a lover, yet he was seething, sparks of fury bursting out of those crystalline eyes.
“Don’t fuck with me, Sean.”
That’s all he said, but it was in an almost animal snarl, his lips barely seeming to move, eyes narrowed in anger. As he said it, he yanked Sean’s shirt with the two hands he’d embedded in the fabric seconds before, jamming his rock hard thigh between Sean’s own, thrusting his way into that space. Sean’s body welcomed him, thighs allowing his entry, even as his brain raced to keep up. Viggo stayed there for a second, never letting his gaze falter and not drawing back even a millimeter from this intimate position. Suddenly, there was a change in his eyes, a very brief flicker of what Sean thought might be a question, and then Viggo insinuated his body just a little further, almost but not touching their groins together, and his hands spread out from clenched fists, moving in splayed-finger caresses over Sean’s chest. Viggo looked like he thought about smiling, but he didn’t. His eyes glanced down at Sean’s lips and he licked his own slowly before leaning forward, pressing chest to chest against Sean and then mimicking Sean’s own course of action, stroking his tongue around his friend’s ear before whispering, his loving voice wrapped around pure ice, “Fuck you, Sean”.
He pulled back, his eyes no longer meeting Sean’s. He left his things behind and headed out the trailer door, leaving Sean confused as hell. And as hard as he’d ever been in his life.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed in the small trailer that still shook from Viggo’s exit.
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Date: 2005-06-20 10:32 am (UTC)And the encounter in the trailer was definitely a turning point. Someone's been under a bit of tension lately and is close to cracking. [humming] Hopefully Sean'll get a clue and decide what he wants to do about it. :D
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:40 pm (UTC)