SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 8
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rugbytackleSPARRING PARTNERS - PART 8
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
Sean felt bad about having gotten wasted and basically being nothing more than lump of flesh for most of the day so he tried to make up for it, eager to apologize to Viggo once he came off set. He arranged for the housekeeping crew to take the linens he’d stripped off the bed and they left him with a fresh crisp set. He made the bed and tidied up, opening the windows to bring fresh air and light into the small space. He then left for a while, opting to get some fresh air for himself, walking into the nearby town to do a little thinking and sightseeing. By the time he was ready to head back to the trailer, arms laden with purchases, it was beginning to get dark and he was ravenous. And his guilt and concern for Viggo was building. He needed to speak to his friend and make sure that no matter what else might be going on, their friendship was intact and unharmed.
As he approached the trailer, he could see that the lights were now on in the shade of the evening. He shifted his bundles to one arm so that he could knock and then make his entrance. Viggo was lying on his back diagonally across the bed, one arm behind his head and his cell phone pressed to his ear. He was wearing faded plaid pajama pants and a rumpled white t-shirt, his hair still damp from a shower. He nodded and smiled slightly at Sean, mouthing his son’s name to let Sean know he was speaking to Henry.
Sean turned toward the kitchen area, quietly setting down his packages and starting to rummage through the bags. He’d brought Viggo a wonderfully dark, rich amontillado he’d selected in town. Sherries weren’t something that typically appealed to Sean but he knew it would be something Viggo would enjoy. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to buy more beer yet but he knew they still had Newcastle in the refrigerator. He hoped Viggo knew somewhere to get food because he felt like just laying low tonight.
“I love you, too, Henry. Don’t forget we’ll get you over here on your break, okay? I keep seeing things I know you’ll want to see. Yeah. I do, too. Ask her what she wants from Spain…no, go ahead, I’ll wait.”
Sean couldn’t help but overhear snippets of Viggo’s side of the conversation with Henry and he was enjoying it. The lad and his father were very close and Viggo’s voice carried lots of love and interest in every exchange.
“Well, tell her that is probably a big no go, but thanks for the suggestion,” Viggo was saying with a laugh. “What’d she say? Tell her to get on the phone and tell me that 'face-to-face' like a man!”
Sean had no idea what Exene must be saying but they certainly sounded like an old married couple!
Viggo was standing and moving around now, coming up behind Sean to peer over his shoulder at his purchases. He saw the amontillado and shot a quick smile and a thumbs-up to Sean as he wrapped up the call.
“All right, Hen...so Brig is okay, too, right? Good, give her a scratch behind her ears for me. And give your mom one, too.” Viggo was laughing as he listened and Sean figured Henry must be passing this comment along to Viggo’s ex-wife. His friend got quiet for a moment and then laughed again, telling Henry, “Let her see your anatomy book, okay? I don’t think that is physically possible...Okay, kid. Love you. I’ll talk to you in a day or so. Bye. Okay, bye, Henry...be good. Love you.”
Viggo clicked off his phone and looked down at it in his hand, still chuckling a little bit. He ran a hand back through his hair and frowned suddenly, turning away from Sean and going to lay the phone down back on the shelf by the bed.
Sean could guess just what he was feeling. Totally biased and personal joy at having spoken to such a brilliant human being who continually caused you to wonder why you were given such a gift – joy that was gaping with holes made of self-doubt, guilt, longing, fears and loneliness. He walked over and laid his hand on Viggo’s shoulder.
“Henry doing okay, Vig? Sounds like his normal self – giving his Dad a right run for his money.”
Viggo turned around and smirked slightly, the happiness stopping well short of his eyes.
“Ah, God – I just miss him so much. You know what it’s like.” He walked past Sean in the narrow walkway, heading back to the counter where the amontillado was, clearly looking to change the subject.
“And what is this, my friend? Not going and developing some real taste or anything like that, are you?” He held the bottle up to watch the light glow through the rich color. He whistled appreciatively. “This will be very, very nice.”
He turned to Sean, one eyebrow cocked up as he appraised his friend. “Have you eaten? Since you turned your nose up at the Mortensen family cure, I mean… all two tots…”
Sean grinned, “No, and I am ravenous, mate. Can we order something in? I didn’t know where to stop for takeaway or I would have brought with.”
“Nah, no takeaway tonight. If you don’t mind staying here in the lap of luxury, I can throw some steaks together. They’ve given me a decent enough kitchen space and I’ve laid in some provisions anyway. You up for that?” Viggo asked with an easy smile.
“Sounds great to me, Vig. Just put me to work. I can help, too,” he said, moving to clear the rest of his things from the small dining table. Suddenly he seemed to think of something else and he turned back to Viggo quickly, “No wee fish? You said beef, right?”
Viggo turned to look at him, mock indignation on his handsome face, “No kippers, Sean. They are called kippers and they are a Danish delicacy. And no, I will not share any of them with you.” He turned back around, muttering to himself in a voice he knew Sean would hear, “Wee fucking fish is where he draws the line. This from a man who eats kidney pie and marmite, whatever the hell that shit is…”
He could hear Sean laughing behind him and it felt comfortable and right.
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Sean and Viggo had moved outside after dinner, both stretching out on chairs confiscated from other parts of the set. Sean had a low director’s chair and Viggo was stretched on a beat up pool lounger with a vividly flowered cover of some sort of fire retardant material.
The steaks had been fantastic, as had the frozen vegetables Viggo had produced from his kitchen. Both had had beer during dinner and now Viggo was asking to try the amontillado.
“Of course, Vig, I picked it out for you,” Sean said quietly. “I wanted to apologize for that stupid prank the other night. I was just fucking about, but it was pretty stupid of me and I do apologize for offending you. I can be pretty thick at times,” he finished ruefully.
Viggo looked at Sean, his pale blue eyes looking at his friend’s down turned face, waiting for him to raise his eyes. Sean felt Viggo’s gaze and quickly looked up, green eyes locked on blue for a long moment. They both could read tension in the other’s face.
Sean was struggling with a mix of regret for having offended Viggo with his mock advance along with sadness in the realization that such a strong reaction precluded any chance to explore this unexpected attraction further. He would do anything to keep this friendship. There was undoubtedly a way for him to shake this feeling and he made a silent commitment to work harder to do so.
At the same time, Viggo was reeling from the words his friend had just spoken. Had Sean really thought Viggo was put off by the contact? Viggo could barely believe that he could have hidden his raw feelings so deeply that Sean had seen no sign of them. To him, they were so new and seemed so exposed and obvious. “Now for this performance, I’d consider showing up for an Oscar,” he thought ruefully.
With a silent “aw, fuck” in their respective heads, the two men relaxed their gazes, small smirks and smiles passing between them. Sean reached over and clasped Viggo’s shoulder and asked, “Mates, yeah?” and they both nodded. Sean stood and went into the trailer, returning with two plastic cups and the opened amontillado.
“I’d say that deserves a toast or a drink of some kind, wouldn’t you agree?” He grinned, raising the bottle for Viggo to see as he plunked himself at the foot of Viggo’s sturdy lounger.
Viggo stopped him just as he realized Sean intended to use those plastic cups, knowing that they had nothing better on hand. “How about we drink it from the bottle? It’s got to beat the crap that will leach in from the plastic, don’t you think?”
Sean looked down at the bottle in hand and shrugged, nodding at the same time. “Well now, mate, you know me, I’ll drink rain water if it’s got a kick but I may not be attuned to the nuances of fine amontillado. Perhaps you should drink first. It’s your gift, anyway.” He leaned up alongside Viggo’s outstretched legs, passing him the open bottle.
“There you are, mate. Cheers, Viggo.”
Their eyes met again and Viggo tipped his head at Sean, holding his gaze as he sniffed at the sherry and rolled his eyes back in pure enjoyment. “Hmmmm...that is nice, Sean. Really nice,” he said, keeping his eyes closed and looking far too post-orgasmic for Sean’s comfort at the moment. Sean got up and moved over to get his Newcastle, coming back and retaking his seat at Viggo’s knee, waiting for him to take a taste of the sherry.
Viggo opened his eyes to see Sean sucking from the mouth of the beer bottle, finishing it in one long swallow, the tendons in his throat standing out, his hair falling back off his face. Viggo just watched, transfixed, until Sean stopped and looked over at him inquisitively, wanting to hear how the sherry tasted.
Viggo took a big sip of the amontillado, rolling it around in his mouth and feeling the smoothness as well as the bite as it slid over his tongue. He swallowed with a satisfied, warm feeling and looked up at his friend. “It’s really marvelous, Sean. Thank you. You didn’t have to,” he laughed, “but I’m damn glad you did!” His eyes sparkled as he took another drink. And then a third. He watched Sean as the man went to get another beer.
“Oh, no you don’t, friend. I mean, you can have your beer, too, if you want, but you’ve got to have some of this as well. Hell, I can’t drink it all myself! Tomorrow is our day off and there will be no one here to make me tater tots if I’m hung over!” Viggo smirked as he said this, knowing it would goad the Englishman.
Sean looked at him, laughter rolling up from his belly.
“About those potato things, mate,” he began, looking aghast at the memory.
“What?!” said Viggo. “Saved your life, I expect. That plus the Diet Sprite.”
“You mentioned it could have been either Diet Sprite or Gatorade yesterday. So was it just the potatoes alone that saved me? Would I have felt better sooner if I’d had the Gatorade?”
“Well, yeah, maybe, but I figured you wouldn’t want all that sugar.”
Sean stared at him, wide-eyed. “Did you just imply that I’m fat, you wanker?”
With a little shrug and a dip of his head, as well as a fullblown smart-ass expression, Viggo mumbled, “Well if the shoe fits...or doesn’t fit...maybe nothing fits you any more...”
“That’s it!’ Sean yelled this even as he lunged forward on the lounger, throwing himself over Viggo’s body as he grasped for the bottle Viggo was now holding well out of his reach over both of their heads.
“Give me back the amontillado! You don’t deserve it,” he bellowed, laughing as he kept struggling for the bottle.
Viggo cackled as he twisted higher, scooting upwards against the chair back, benefiting from having started at the higher position. He sat on the very top edge of the chair, counter-balanced by Sean’s weight below him and took a long, decidedly uncultured swig of the amontillado, making sure Sean heard him smacking his lips and saw him rubbing his non-existent belly as he stated in a long exaggerated Southern drawl, “Yessir, that is some fine hooch!”
“Give it here, you fucking git! I’ll go get your sorry ass some of those tater tots and a sugary drink – you lanky streak of piss. God knows you don’t deserve the sherry!”
Viggo stopped moving completely as he heard Sean speak, his eyes flying wide open as he repeated, “Lanky streak of piss?! Is that what they say in Sheffield?! What the fuck does that mean?” Still laughing like a lunatic, he slid all the way back down in the chair, shoving his legs back out in front of him and still hanging onto his bottle, taking another smaller sip as his ass settled on the seat.
Sean made one more lunge for the bottle, snatching it just as Viggo finished his gulp and Sean flopped against him, victoriously holding the bottle. “It means you’re a skinny pain in the ass, mate,” he laughed, “but I still love you.” He lifted slightly up from where he had landed midway between Viggo’s lap and his mid-chest, twisting a bit in order to plant a silly kiss on his friend’s cheek.
As soon as Sean got that close, he knew he was lost. He brushed his lips against Viggo’s cheek as intended, allowing a little snicker to escape as the laughter continued, but then he suddenly felt the hysteria dropping away. He needed more. He allowed his mouth to stay pressed where it was, quickly shifting his body to allow his hand to find its place right at the base of Viggo’s skull, his fingers feeling the soft strands of hair even as he forcefully pulled him to where he wanted him, his lips meeting Viggo’s roughly in a wet, impossibly warm place -- the silky interior of raw, male strength -- feeling himself melting as he pressed harder against the other man. For the tiniest moment, he thought there would be no response from Viggo – that this was a mistake – and then, thankfully, miraculously, Viggo was pushing back against him with his own ferocity, his tongue a sleek insinuation in Sean’s eager mouth. For a glorious few moments, there were no questions of right or wrong; there was only mad completeness as they kissed under a night sky, separated only by their clothing and an open bottle of amontillado. The first kiss ended and another began, and another, and then another, and neither of them sensed anything that didn’t intertwine directly with the fullness of the moment.
At some point, Viggo shifted, pulling Sean more evenly beside him and throwing a leg across Sean’s as he sought more purchase in order to thrust his tongue fiercely into Sean’s mouth, loving the feeling of taking something given freely but not passively. He drew back some, wanting to know these lips, the feel of the stubble on the cheeks, then deciding to drop down to Sean's throat, looking for the tendons he’d watched earlier, caressing his tongue along them.
Sean rolled his head back, excited by this familiar yet foreign feeling. Amontillado, he though insanely. He tastes like amontillado right now. Growling, he pushed his chin down and reclaimed those lips, licking across Viggo’s mouth, causing Viggo to slightly smile, and then he sealed his open lips against Viggo’s, wanting no more for a moment than to know that feeling. He could taste him through the amontillado, and that made him smile and lick into him, feeling his cock stiffen at the moans Viggo made. He broke from Viggo’s mouth and pulled him closer to him, pulling their faces together, enjoying the odd rasp of stubble met by stubble until his lips were at Viggo’s ear. “I love you, Viggo,” he whispered, closing his warm mouth againt the senstitive skin just below Viggo’s ear, “I want to be with you...love you.”
He knew it was the wrong thing to say as he felt Viggo change in some way – not sure if the withdrawal was physical or mental, but it was unavoidable and complete either way.
Sean pulled back, wanting to see Viggo’s face. Viggo was looking down and had drawn a hand up, a lone finger tracing his bottom lip as he scowled at whatever he was thinking. As quickly as the kiss had begun, it was over and Viggo’s gaze snapped up to Sean, the lover gone, but the friend still there.
“Fuck, Sean, that was wild,” he said softly but with a shake of his head, “You’re right...Clearly, I do need to get laid.” A derisive snort went along with the motion of his shaggy head.
“Vig,” Sean started.
“Maybe we should try the pub again, okay? Tomorrow?”
“Viggo, stop.” Sean sat up, swinging his feet on the ground next to their lounger, turning so that he could look Viggo full in the face. But Viggo was faster. He bounded up off the seat at the same time, and walked over to the other chair, still not looking at Sean. But he spoke, and his voice was very light, very even, even though the face Sean couldn’t see was a perfect sketch of sadness, all lines and lack of animation, the eyes closed and the jaw clenched tightly.
“Sorry, Sean – I’m pretty much a fuck-up when I’m tired. You know that better than most,” he offered with a hollow sound that wanted to be a laugh.
Sean was surprised that what he felt inside wasn’t fury. It was his typical inclination to beat the shit out of things he didn’t understand. But what he felt was a profound need for stillness. Moving too much, even opening his mouth more than a fraction of an inch to speak what needed to be said, seemed like a catalyst that would cause some hidden pain to spread. His words were very clipped and cold.
“I think I’m the one who kissed you first, Viggo, so if one of us is a fuck-up, I am sure it’s me.” Suddenly, the coldness began to heat and he could feel sharper words working through. “Sorry, mate. I’m not a fag, just a fucking drunk. Yeah, you’re right. Let’s both go get laid tomorrow. A good shag will bring us back to our fucking senses, eh? I’m off for a walk, right? Need to call my girls before I turn in.”
Sean stood up, shoving the bottle of amontillado into the back still turned toward him. “Why don’t you take this, mate? It’s a little too girly for my taste.” He strode off without looking back.
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
Sean felt bad about having gotten wasted and basically being nothing more than lump of flesh for most of the day so he tried to make up for it, eager to apologize to Viggo once he came off set. He arranged for the housekeeping crew to take the linens he’d stripped off the bed and they left him with a fresh crisp set. He made the bed and tidied up, opening the windows to bring fresh air and light into the small space. He then left for a while, opting to get some fresh air for himself, walking into the nearby town to do a little thinking and sightseeing. By the time he was ready to head back to the trailer, arms laden with purchases, it was beginning to get dark and he was ravenous. And his guilt and concern for Viggo was building. He needed to speak to his friend and make sure that no matter what else might be going on, their friendship was intact and unharmed.
As he approached the trailer, he could see that the lights were now on in the shade of the evening. He shifted his bundles to one arm so that he could knock and then make his entrance. Viggo was lying on his back diagonally across the bed, one arm behind his head and his cell phone pressed to his ear. He was wearing faded plaid pajama pants and a rumpled white t-shirt, his hair still damp from a shower. He nodded and smiled slightly at Sean, mouthing his son’s name to let Sean know he was speaking to Henry.
Sean turned toward the kitchen area, quietly setting down his packages and starting to rummage through the bags. He’d brought Viggo a wonderfully dark, rich amontillado he’d selected in town. Sherries weren’t something that typically appealed to Sean but he knew it would be something Viggo would enjoy. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to buy more beer yet but he knew they still had Newcastle in the refrigerator. He hoped Viggo knew somewhere to get food because he felt like just laying low tonight.
“I love you, too, Henry. Don’t forget we’ll get you over here on your break, okay? I keep seeing things I know you’ll want to see. Yeah. I do, too. Ask her what she wants from Spain…no, go ahead, I’ll wait.”
Sean couldn’t help but overhear snippets of Viggo’s side of the conversation with Henry and he was enjoying it. The lad and his father were very close and Viggo’s voice carried lots of love and interest in every exchange.
“Well, tell her that is probably a big no go, but thanks for the suggestion,” Viggo was saying with a laugh. “What’d she say? Tell her to get on the phone and tell me that 'face-to-face' like a man!”
Sean had no idea what Exene must be saying but they certainly sounded like an old married couple!
Viggo was standing and moving around now, coming up behind Sean to peer over his shoulder at his purchases. He saw the amontillado and shot a quick smile and a thumbs-up to Sean as he wrapped up the call.
“All right, Hen...so Brig is okay, too, right? Good, give her a scratch behind her ears for me. And give your mom one, too.” Viggo was laughing as he listened and Sean figured Henry must be passing this comment along to Viggo’s ex-wife. His friend got quiet for a moment and then laughed again, telling Henry, “Let her see your anatomy book, okay? I don’t think that is physically possible...Okay, kid. Love you. I’ll talk to you in a day or so. Bye. Okay, bye, Henry...be good. Love you.”
Viggo clicked off his phone and looked down at it in his hand, still chuckling a little bit. He ran a hand back through his hair and frowned suddenly, turning away from Sean and going to lay the phone down back on the shelf by the bed.
Sean could guess just what he was feeling. Totally biased and personal joy at having spoken to such a brilliant human being who continually caused you to wonder why you were given such a gift – joy that was gaping with holes made of self-doubt, guilt, longing, fears and loneliness. He walked over and laid his hand on Viggo’s shoulder.
“Henry doing okay, Vig? Sounds like his normal self – giving his Dad a right run for his money.”
Viggo turned around and smirked slightly, the happiness stopping well short of his eyes.
“Ah, God – I just miss him so much. You know what it’s like.” He walked past Sean in the narrow walkway, heading back to the counter where the amontillado was, clearly looking to change the subject.
“And what is this, my friend? Not going and developing some real taste or anything like that, are you?” He held the bottle up to watch the light glow through the rich color. He whistled appreciatively. “This will be very, very nice.”
He turned to Sean, one eyebrow cocked up as he appraised his friend. “Have you eaten? Since you turned your nose up at the Mortensen family cure, I mean… all two tots…”
Sean grinned, “No, and I am ravenous, mate. Can we order something in? I didn’t know where to stop for takeaway or I would have brought with.”
“Nah, no takeaway tonight. If you don’t mind staying here in the lap of luxury, I can throw some steaks together. They’ve given me a decent enough kitchen space and I’ve laid in some provisions anyway. You up for that?” Viggo asked with an easy smile.
“Sounds great to me, Vig. Just put me to work. I can help, too,” he said, moving to clear the rest of his things from the small dining table. Suddenly he seemed to think of something else and he turned back to Viggo quickly, “No wee fish? You said beef, right?”
Viggo turned to look at him, mock indignation on his handsome face, “No kippers, Sean. They are called kippers and they are a Danish delicacy. And no, I will not share any of them with you.” He turned back around, muttering to himself in a voice he knew Sean would hear, “Wee fucking fish is where he draws the line. This from a man who eats kidney pie and marmite, whatever the hell that shit is…”
He could hear Sean laughing behind him and it felt comfortable and right.
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Sean and Viggo had moved outside after dinner, both stretching out on chairs confiscated from other parts of the set. Sean had a low director’s chair and Viggo was stretched on a beat up pool lounger with a vividly flowered cover of some sort of fire retardant material.
The steaks had been fantastic, as had the frozen vegetables Viggo had produced from his kitchen. Both had had beer during dinner and now Viggo was asking to try the amontillado.
“Of course, Vig, I picked it out for you,” Sean said quietly. “I wanted to apologize for that stupid prank the other night. I was just fucking about, but it was pretty stupid of me and I do apologize for offending you. I can be pretty thick at times,” he finished ruefully.
Viggo looked at Sean, his pale blue eyes looking at his friend’s down turned face, waiting for him to raise his eyes. Sean felt Viggo’s gaze and quickly looked up, green eyes locked on blue for a long moment. They both could read tension in the other’s face.
Sean was struggling with a mix of regret for having offended Viggo with his mock advance along with sadness in the realization that such a strong reaction precluded any chance to explore this unexpected attraction further. He would do anything to keep this friendship. There was undoubtedly a way for him to shake this feeling and he made a silent commitment to work harder to do so.
At the same time, Viggo was reeling from the words his friend had just spoken. Had Sean really thought Viggo was put off by the contact? Viggo could barely believe that he could have hidden his raw feelings so deeply that Sean had seen no sign of them. To him, they were so new and seemed so exposed and obvious. “Now for this performance, I’d consider showing up for an Oscar,” he thought ruefully.
With a silent “aw, fuck” in their respective heads, the two men relaxed their gazes, small smirks and smiles passing between them. Sean reached over and clasped Viggo’s shoulder and asked, “Mates, yeah?” and they both nodded. Sean stood and went into the trailer, returning with two plastic cups and the opened amontillado.
“I’d say that deserves a toast or a drink of some kind, wouldn’t you agree?” He grinned, raising the bottle for Viggo to see as he plunked himself at the foot of Viggo’s sturdy lounger.
Viggo stopped him just as he realized Sean intended to use those plastic cups, knowing that they had nothing better on hand. “How about we drink it from the bottle? It’s got to beat the crap that will leach in from the plastic, don’t you think?”
Sean looked down at the bottle in hand and shrugged, nodding at the same time. “Well now, mate, you know me, I’ll drink rain water if it’s got a kick but I may not be attuned to the nuances of fine amontillado. Perhaps you should drink first. It’s your gift, anyway.” He leaned up alongside Viggo’s outstretched legs, passing him the open bottle.
“There you are, mate. Cheers, Viggo.”
Their eyes met again and Viggo tipped his head at Sean, holding his gaze as he sniffed at the sherry and rolled his eyes back in pure enjoyment. “Hmmmm...that is nice, Sean. Really nice,” he said, keeping his eyes closed and looking far too post-orgasmic for Sean’s comfort at the moment. Sean got up and moved over to get his Newcastle, coming back and retaking his seat at Viggo’s knee, waiting for him to take a taste of the sherry.
Viggo opened his eyes to see Sean sucking from the mouth of the beer bottle, finishing it in one long swallow, the tendons in his throat standing out, his hair falling back off his face. Viggo just watched, transfixed, until Sean stopped and looked over at him inquisitively, wanting to hear how the sherry tasted.
Viggo took a big sip of the amontillado, rolling it around in his mouth and feeling the smoothness as well as the bite as it slid over his tongue. He swallowed with a satisfied, warm feeling and looked up at his friend. “It’s really marvelous, Sean. Thank you. You didn’t have to,” he laughed, “but I’m damn glad you did!” His eyes sparkled as he took another drink. And then a third. He watched Sean as the man went to get another beer.
“Oh, no you don’t, friend. I mean, you can have your beer, too, if you want, but you’ve got to have some of this as well. Hell, I can’t drink it all myself! Tomorrow is our day off and there will be no one here to make me tater tots if I’m hung over!” Viggo smirked as he said this, knowing it would goad the Englishman.
Sean looked at him, laughter rolling up from his belly.
“About those potato things, mate,” he began, looking aghast at the memory.
“What?!” said Viggo. “Saved your life, I expect. That plus the Diet Sprite.”
“You mentioned it could have been either Diet Sprite or Gatorade yesterday. So was it just the potatoes alone that saved me? Would I have felt better sooner if I’d had the Gatorade?”
“Well, yeah, maybe, but I figured you wouldn’t want all that sugar.”
Sean stared at him, wide-eyed. “Did you just imply that I’m fat, you wanker?”
With a little shrug and a dip of his head, as well as a fullblown smart-ass expression, Viggo mumbled, “Well if the shoe fits...or doesn’t fit...maybe nothing fits you any more...”
“That’s it!’ Sean yelled this even as he lunged forward on the lounger, throwing himself over Viggo’s body as he grasped for the bottle Viggo was now holding well out of his reach over both of their heads.
“Give me back the amontillado! You don’t deserve it,” he bellowed, laughing as he kept struggling for the bottle.
Viggo cackled as he twisted higher, scooting upwards against the chair back, benefiting from having started at the higher position. He sat on the very top edge of the chair, counter-balanced by Sean’s weight below him and took a long, decidedly uncultured swig of the amontillado, making sure Sean heard him smacking his lips and saw him rubbing his non-existent belly as he stated in a long exaggerated Southern drawl, “Yessir, that is some fine hooch!”
“Give it here, you fucking git! I’ll go get your sorry ass some of those tater tots and a sugary drink – you lanky streak of piss. God knows you don’t deserve the sherry!”
Viggo stopped moving completely as he heard Sean speak, his eyes flying wide open as he repeated, “Lanky streak of piss?! Is that what they say in Sheffield?! What the fuck does that mean?” Still laughing like a lunatic, he slid all the way back down in the chair, shoving his legs back out in front of him and still hanging onto his bottle, taking another smaller sip as his ass settled on the seat.
Sean made one more lunge for the bottle, snatching it just as Viggo finished his gulp and Sean flopped against him, victoriously holding the bottle. “It means you’re a skinny pain in the ass, mate,” he laughed, “but I still love you.” He lifted slightly up from where he had landed midway between Viggo’s lap and his mid-chest, twisting a bit in order to plant a silly kiss on his friend’s cheek.
As soon as Sean got that close, he knew he was lost. He brushed his lips against Viggo’s cheek as intended, allowing a little snicker to escape as the laughter continued, but then he suddenly felt the hysteria dropping away. He needed more. He allowed his mouth to stay pressed where it was, quickly shifting his body to allow his hand to find its place right at the base of Viggo’s skull, his fingers feeling the soft strands of hair even as he forcefully pulled him to where he wanted him, his lips meeting Viggo’s roughly in a wet, impossibly warm place -- the silky interior of raw, male strength -- feeling himself melting as he pressed harder against the other man. For the tiniest moment, he thought there would be no response from Viggo – that this was a mistake – and then, thankfully, miraculously, Viggo was pushing back against him with his own ferocity, his tongue a sleek insinuation in Sean’s eager mouth. For a glorious few moments, there were no questions of right or wrong; there was only mad completeness as they kissed under a night sky, separated only by their clothing and an open bottle of amontillado. The first kiss ended and another began, and another, and then another, and neither of them sensed anything that didn’t intertwine directly with the fullness of the moment.
At some point, Viggo shifted, pulling Sean more evenly beside him and throwing a leg across Sean’s as he sought more purchase in order to thrust his tongue fiercely into Sean’s mouth, loving the feeling of taking something given freely but not passively. He drew back some, wanting to know these lips, the feel of the stubble on the cheeks, then deciding to drop down to Sean's throat, looking for the tendons he’d watched earlier, caressing his tongue along them.
Sean rolled his head back, excited by this familiar yet foreign feeling. Amontillado, he though insanely. He tastes like amontillado right now. Growling, he pushed his chin down and reclaimed those lips, licking across Viggo’s mouth, causing Viggo to slightly smile, and then he sealed his open lips against Viggo’s, wanting no more for a moment than to know that feeling. He could taste him through the amontillado, and that made him smile and lick into him, feeling his cock stiffen at the moans Viggo made. He broke from Viggo’s mouth and pulled him closer to him, pulling their faces together, enjoying the odd rasp of stubble met by stubble until his lips were at Viggo’s ear. “I love you, Viggo,” he whispered, closing his warm mouth againt the senstitive skin just below Viggo’s ear, “I want to be with you...love you.”
He knew it was the wrong thing to say as he felt Viggo change in some way – not sure if the withdrawal was physical or mental, but it was unavoidable and complete either way.
Sean pulled back, wanting to see Viggo’s face. Viggo was looking down and had drawn a hand up, a lone finger tracing his bottom lip as he scowled at whatever he was thinking. As quickly as the kiss had begun, it was over and Viggo’s gaze snapped up to Sean, the lover gone, but the friend still there.
“Fuck, Sean, that was wild,” he said softly but with a shake of his head, “You’re right...Clearly, I do need to get laid.” A derisive snort went along with the motion of his shaggy head.
“Vig,” Sean started.
“Maybe we should try the pub again, okay? Tomorrow?”
“Viggo, stop.” Sean sat up, swinging his feet on the ground next to their lounger, turning so that he could look Viggo full in the face. But Viggo was faster. He bounded up off the seat at the same time, and walked over to the other chair, still not looking at Sean. But he spoke, and his voice was very light, very even, even though the face Sean couldn’t see was a perfect sketch of sadness, all lines and lack of animation, the eyes closed and the jaw clenched tightly.
“Sorry, Sean – I’m pretty much a fuck-up when I’m tired. You know that better than most,” he offered with a hollow sound that wanted to be a laugh.
Sean was surprised that what he felt inside wasn’t fury. It was his typical inclination to beat the shit out of things he didn’t understand. But what he felt was a profound need for stillness. Moving too much, even opening his mouth more than a fraction of an inch to speak what needed to be said, seemed like a catalyst that would cause some hidden pain to spread. His words were very clipped and cold.
“I think I’m the one who kissed you first, Viggo, so if one of us is a fuck-up, I am sure it’s me.” Suddenly, the coldness began to heat and he could feel sharper words working through. “Sorry, mate. I’m not a fag, just a fucking drunk. Yeah, you’re right. Let’s both go get laid tomorrow. A good shag will bring us back to our fucking senses, eh? I’m off for a walk, right? Need to call my girls before I turn in.”
Sean stood up, shoving the bottle of amontillado into the back still turned toward him. “Why don’t you take this, mate? It’s a little too girly for my taste.” He strode off without looking back.
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Date: 2005-06-20 11:06 pm (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2005-06-20 11:23 pm (UTC)*nods*
Well said.
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Date: 2005-06-21 12:33 am (UTC)~~flings herself between Angie and the wonderful Viggomuse~~
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Date: 2005-06-21 09:40 am (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2005-06-20 11:23 pm (UTC)That's all-
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Date: 2005-06-21 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 12:11 am (UTC)I'm new here, and not very sure about how this all works, but I read that some folks have asked permission to access your other stories by being added to your friends list. Is that all that's involved? May I be so bold as to make the same request? And what happens then? (Sorry to be so confused/stupid! Another writer friended me, but I still can't access much of her other work, so I m,ust be doing something wrong.) *sigh* Talk about frustrating....
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Date: 2005-06-21 12:24 am (UTC)Here ya go dearie...follow me. :-) I'll look out for you! ~~snorfle~~ You should now be able to access all of my stuff, including my stories, which I have in my Memories on my LJ. If you have any problems, drop me a comment and I'll get on it.
Let me know what you think as you go. Helps and inspires more than you know! :-)
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Date: 2005-06-21 12:50 am (UTC)And that margarita sounds pretty good, too! Just might cure what ails me.
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Date: 2005-06-21 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 12:22 am (UTC)Great things: it's very hot, you've nailed Sean's accent and speech patterns without going overboard and making it hard to read, wonderful how you've got these two men working at cross purposes to each other, and lastly, for once, Sean is the one with the courage.
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Date: 2005-06-21 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-21 03:01 am (UTC)Just wanted to say i luuuuuv this fic. And it is in fact very rare to see Sean being the one with the courage. I'm a new here and wanted to know if i could be added to your friends list. Can't wait to read the next chapters!!!
Thanks!
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Date: 2005-06-22 11:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 03:26 am (UTC)*kicks them both for being idiots*
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Date: 2005-06-22 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 04:26 am (UTC)*sighs* Men.
^_^ Wonderful chapter(s). Looking forward to more!
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Date: 2005-06-22 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-23 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 05:37 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-06-22 09:01 pm (UTC)Friends Only?
Date: 2005-06-21 07:51 am (UTC)*g*
I hope you realise I'm serious, Shegollum. I'm dying to devour your other - no doubt delicious - stories!
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Date: 2005-06-21 09:17 pm (UTC)Re: Friends Only?
Date: 2005-06-22 05:09 am (UTC)Thanks for welcoming me onboard. I'll friend you back, if I may.
Now I'm off to read your chapters 9 and 10... just woke up to find them posted on rugbytackle. That, coupled with the sun blazing through my window, is enough to tell me today will be a good day. *g*
Will keep my promise and comment after I read them!
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Date: 2005-06-21 10:21 am (UTC)I just adore the false starts and insecurities - so true!
*hugs you and your muses*
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Date: 2005-06-22 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 11:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-22 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 06:12 pm (UTC)*smacks both of them soundly*
Stupid-ass men! It surely makes for some good reading, though ;)
I'm enjoying this way too much for it to be healthy. Can't wait to read more!
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Date: 2005-06-22 09:06 pm (UTC)(oh wait, it's ALL gonna show eventually...hmmm...better quit smacking them and maybe just scold them a bit, okay??)
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Date: 2005-07-04 04:27 pm (UTC)This comment ("it lives in my heart these days like it probably lived in yours while you wrote it")will keep me smiling all day 'cause yes, they did and I am so glad they are doing it for you, too!
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Date: 2005-07-04 07:53 pm (UTC)I forgot to tell you, sorry, I don´t have the interview with Sean and Viggo I mentioned. I´ll go on reviewing every second or third chapter, so I hope LJ will send you the notices...