SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 6
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rugbytackle**This is the end of the first 1/3 of "Sparring Partners". More later.**
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Your feedback helps immensely. Thanks, gang. :-D
SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 6
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? A little angsty, I suppose.
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
Ch 6
Sean didn’t see Viggo again until the day’s shoot ended. He’d decided to head off-set to give them each space and here he was, back in the neighborhood bar. He stopped in to have a pint and cool off, get his head back on straight. The next thing next thing he knew it was getting dark and he’d lost count of how much beer he’d had. He still couldn’t figure out what had happened in that weird little scene, but that was partly because he couldn’t get past the fact that he’d been so fucking turned on. Instinct had been screaming at him to grab Viggo’s ass in both hands and pull him to him, grinding their cocks against each other, getting lost in the sensation of kissing.
This reaction totally threw him off and he felt like he needed to nail down some psychological or physiological reason – excuse, really – for why it had happened. Sean was a person who’d never felt anything but friendship for his male friends. He’d never had a group hand job, never traded ‘just friends who can’t get a date’ sex, never even really talked much about any of his purely heterosexual exploits with his male friends.
Guys were guys and girls were girls and that was about as far as his brain took things. He wouldn’t classify himself as a homophobe – God, it had seemed like almost every bloke on the set in New Zealand other than himself and Viggo had been pounding another bloke – and he couldn’t have cared less. Nope, definitely not opposed to other people being gay; he’d just never considered it for himself. He stopped himself abruptly – maybe Viggo had been in that group, too. He’d never considered that. He turned the idea around and around in his brain. Did it matter to him? He knew it didn’t matter at all if Viggo or any of his mates were gay...he just couldn’t imagine himself engaging in anything like that with any of them. His brain was saying this and yet, as he mulled over the possibility of Viggo with Orlando, or with Dave, maybe even Sala for God’s sake, he felt his cock twitch and before he realized it, he was tightening his thigh muscles and closing his eyes as he enoyed the sensation. Fuck! There he went again!
He signaled to the waiter, copying the signal Viggo had shown him, tipping his glass and flashing two fingers. What were two more pints at this point any way?
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When Viggo had left the trailer, he’d been livid, as angry as he could ever remember being. But then, inevitably, he’d had to go back to work, so he’d done what he’d always been able to do. Compartmentalization 101. Ever since his parents’ divorce had become so acrimonious and he’d realized that his mother was just a person -- a person who needed one less thing to be concerned about -- he’d learned to do what needed to be done and deal with own feelings later, in private. So, he’d set it all aside and became a 17th century Spaniard for the rest of the day. No one around him would have ever guessed that he was hurting so much inside.
At the end of the day’s work, he headed back to his trailer, knowing that Sean wouldn’t be there. Once inside the confines of this space, he could let himself become himself again, and he stood for a moment, getting his bearings in a place that seemed less familiar to him than it had even a day ago. Sean’s jacket and his few small bags were still there, but Viggo knew that didn’t necessarily mean his friend hadn’t left and headed home. He’d seen Sean abandon more than those few possessions without a thought. But then he saw the iPod and knew that Sean was still here. Somewhere.
He headed for the shower, realizing that he was still angry, but his anger was no longer pointed so directly at Sean. Without the panicked feeling he’d had earlier – as it had seemed inevitable that the feelings he’d so recently realized himself would be exposed – he’d gotten angry at the intrusion Sean represented. He wasn’t ready to talk about it, certainly not to expose a feeling to his friend that might spell the negation of that friendship. He wasn’t sure at all whether Sean had figured it out or not. He didn’t think he had; he’d never known Sean to be deliberately cruel. Yet that whole encounter had been too close and too intimate and Viggo knew he’d immediately jumped into defensive mode when Sean may have never intended to initiate an offense in the first place.
He didn’t know what else to do, so he dressed quickly and headed out to find Sean. Dumbass Englishman certainly shouldn’t be navigating a non-English-speaking town without copious amounts of help.
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He found him in their dark corner booth from the night before. Sean was slumped across the table, his right cheek resting on his right arm where it stretched forward, still clasping an almost empty pint. A full one sat nearby, sweating onto the stained tabletop. Viggo looked at him for a few moments, not sure if he was angry again or concerned. Finally accepting the fact that it just wasn’t his normal nature to be angry, he went with concerned, sliding into the booth next to Sean, jostling him a bit with a hand to the solid shoulder. He got no response other than a startled snort that eased right back into a gentle snore.
Viggo sat there quietly, just watching Sean’s face. Then he sighed and called himself a couple of girly names and reached across his drunken friend to grab the remaining beer.
“Fuck, I’m a moron,” he muttered as he shotgunned the beer. In college he’d learned how to down an entire bottle at one go without ever swallowing. He leaned in close to Sean, “Totally conquered my gag reflex, asshole. Hear that? See what you’re missing?” He was still laughing at himself as he flagged down a bartender and asked him for help in getting his friend into a taxi.
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Your feedback helps immensely. Thanks, gang. :-D
SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 6
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? A little angsty, I suppose.
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
Ch 6
Sean didn’t see Viggo again until the day’s shoot ended. He’d decided to head off-set to give them each space and here he was, back in the neighborhood bar. He stopped in to have a pint and cool off, get his head back on straight. The next thing next thing he knew it was getting dark and he’d lost count of how much beer he’d had. He still couldn’t figure out what had happened in that weird little scene, but that was partly because he couldn’t get past the fact that he’d been so fucking turned on. Instinct had been screaming at him to grab Viggo’s ass in both hands and pull him to him, grinding their cocks against each other, getting lost in the sensation of kissing.
This reaction totally threw him off and he felt like he needed to nail down some psychological or physiological reason – excuse, really – for why it had happened. Sean was a person who’d never felt anything but friendship for his male friends. He’d never had a group hand job, never traded ‘just friends who can’t get a date’ sex, never even really talked much about any of his purely heterosexual exploits with his male friends.
Guys were guys and girls were girls and that was about as far as his brain took things. He wouldn’t classify himself as a homophobe – God, it had seemed like almost every bloke on the set in New Zealand other than himself and Viggo had been pounding another bloke – and he couldn’t have cared less. Nope, definitely not opposed to other people being gay; he’d just never considered it for himself. He stopped himself abruptly – maybe Viggo had been in that group, too. He’d never considered that. He turned the idea around and around in his brain. Did it matter to him? He knew it didn’t matter at all if Viggo or any of his mates were gay...he just couldn’t imagine himself engaging in anything like that with any of them. His brain was saying this and yet, as he mulled over the possibility of Viggo with Orlando, or with Dave, maybe even Sala for God’s sake, he felt his cock twitch and before he realized it, he was tightening his thigh muscles and closing his eyes as he enoyed the sensation. Fuck! There he went again!
He signaled to the waiter, copying the signal Viggo had shown him, tipping his glass and flashing two fingers. What were two more pints at this point any way?
_________________________________________
When Viggo had left the trailer, he’d been livid, as angry as he could ever remember being. But then, inevitably, he’d had to go back to work, so he’d done what he’d always been able to do. Compartmentalization 101. Ever since his parents’ divorce had become so acrimonious and he’d realized that his mother was just a person -- a person who needed one less thing to be concerned about -- he’d learned to do what needed to be done and deal with own feelings later, in private. So, he’d set it all aside and became a 17th century Spaniard for the rest of the day. No one around him would have ever guessed that he was hurting so much inside.
At the end of the day’s work, he headed back to his trailer, knowing that Sean wouldn’t be there. Once inside the confines of this space, he could let himself become himself again, and he stood for a moment, getting his bearings in a place that seemed less familiar to him than it had even a day ago. Sean’s jacket and his few small bags were still there, but Viggo knew that didn’t necessarily mean his friend hadn’t left and headed home. He’d seen Sean abandon more than those few possessions without a thought. But then he saw the iPod and knew that Sean was still here. Somewhere.
He headed for the shower, realizing that he was still angry, but his anger was no longer pointed so directly at Sean. Without the panicked feeling he’d had earlier – as it had seemed inevitable that the feelings he’d so recently realized himself would be exposed – he’d gotten angry at the intrusion Sean represented. He wasn’t ready to talk about it, certainly not to expose a feeling to his friend that might spell the negation of that friendship. He wasn’t sure at all whether Sean had figured it out or not. He didn’t think he had; he’d never known Sean to be deliberately cruel. Yet that whole encounter had been too close and too intimate and Viggo knew he’d immediately jumped into defensive mode when Sean may have never intended to initiate an offense in the first place.
He didn’t know what else to do, so he dressed quickly and headed out to find Sean. Dumbass Englishman certainly shouldn’t be navigating a non-English-speaking town without copious amounts of help.
_________________________________________
He found him in their dark corner booth from the night before. Sean was slumped across the table, his right cheek resting on his right arm where it stretched forward, still clasping an almost empty pint. A full one sat nearby, sweating onto the stained tabletop. Viggo looked at him for a few moments, not sure if he was angry again or concerned. Finally accepting the fact that it just wasn’t his normal nature to be angry, he went with concerned, sliding into the booth next to Sean, jostling him a bit with a hand to the solid shoulder. He got no response other than a startled snort that eased right back into a gentle snore.
Viggo sat there quietly, just watching Sean’s face. Then he sighed and called himself a couple of girly names and reached across his drunken friend to grab the remaining beer.
“Fuck, I’m a moron,” he muttered as he shotgunned the beer. In college he’d learned how to down an entire bottle at one go without ever swallowing. He leaned in close to Sean, “Totally conquered my gag reflex, asshole. Hear that? See what you’re missing?” He was still laughing at himself as he flagged down a bartender and asked him for help in getting his friend into a taxi.
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Date: 2005-06-19 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-19 05:55 pm (UTC)Re: VigBean! Yay!
Date: 2005-06-20 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-19 07:37 pm (UTC)I love this story. I love the easy bantering and just-friendship between the two of them in the early chapters. Both Viggo's and Sean's inner monologues to figure out/explain what happened is amazing.
I'm really glad that you decided to post it here - the world needs more first-rate VigBean. *nods*
*smooches you and hands you a Margharita*
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:07 pm (UTC)I need to finish the V/O I'm in the midst of -- which I am also enjoying -- but then I want to write some more VigBean. ~happy sighs...~
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:19 pm (UTC)Oh splendid.
*hands you even more Margaritas* Or whatever your choice incentive is *gr*
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 09:13 pm (UTC)Just added you. All or most of my fics are in memories. Not all VigBean though so proceed with caution if you don't like V/O, too.
Welcome to the good ship Shegollum. Have a cocktail! :-)
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Date: 2005-06-19 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 02:27 am (UTC)I like the way you wrote them, their easy going friendship, their total alpha maleness, Viggo having a secret, and Sean on the cusp of figuring out that secret...all because of a little joke gone wrong....
Please friend me...there is so very little new SeanVig out here in LJ land...I'm Starving!!! ;-)~
Oh and I love the fact that Viggo no longer has a gag reflex! *GRIN*
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 11:38 pm (UTC)That's why I deleted it when I realized my mistake....
But I still love SeanVig no matter which LJ I'm on...If you look at my user info you'll see that I have a few....
And TY for the heads up...I'm not into V/O.... *ducks sharp objects again*
But I am gonna run to your SeanVig!!! *hugs*
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Date: 2005-06-20 02:59 am (UTC)pluuuus, i know i've seen you around the vo fandom *g*
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:22 pm (UTC)Welcome!
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Date: 2005-06-20 04:01 am (UTC)Looking forward to the other two thirds! ^_^
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 09:57 am (UTC)Just letting you know that I love this series and am enjoying reading it all over again! Your Sean and Viggo are just how I imagine them!
p.s. Don't forget to put Rugbytackling in your archive bit in the headers so this wonderful fic is there for all to read :)
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:27 pm (UTC)~~peering timidly into the hallowed halls of Rugbytackle~~
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Date: 2005-06-20 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-22 08:58 pm (UTC)Speaking of writing, whatever happened to 'Ink'? That one is intriguing. More anytime soon or is the muse on hiatus? Can't wait for more C&V either, of course.
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Date: 2005-06-23 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 10:45 am (UTC)More ROFLing. :D You've got some great little lines in here, seriously.
So, we now know for sure what Viggo wants (as if there was ever any doubt). Now it's just a matter of getting Sean to finish working things out for himself.
Angie
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 10:56 am (UTC)Me likes!
“Totally conquered my gag reflex, asshole. Hear that? See what you’re missing?”
I'd pay good money to hear him say that!
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Date: 2005-06-20 09:43 pm (UTC)So glad you're liking it! Means a ton! :-)
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Date: 2005-06-29 05:19 pm (UTC)