SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 9
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rugbytackleLittle by little, I'm getting the chapters over here! Thanks for your patience and for all of the nice feedback. I love these guys and miss having this story in my brain. :-)
-- Shegollum
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SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 9
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: Rugbytackle
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
It was the beginning of the weekend and the pub was packed. A decent sound system pounded out a weird mix of English and Spanish music, most of it driven by the younger crowd that seemed to have taken over the pub this night. The drums were throbbing, the room was hazy with smoke – legal and otherwise – and there were more people standing or dancing than there were sitting. Sean and Viggo were at the bar, drinks in hand, acting like friends because their real friendship was on hiatus somewhere. Their interactions were those of people who’d just met and were trying to find common ground.
There had been no discussion after their kisses the other night. When Sean had come back, the trailer was still unlocked but dark. He’d gone in and made himself comfortable on a pallet on the floor as he’d done the first night. Sometime later Viggo slid in quietly and went straight to bed. Sean had lain there in the dark, listening to the careful movements, the shuffle of clothes and sheets, and then the deliberate slowing of breath as Viggo sought sleep. He was not sure either of them got much of it. In the very early hours, he’d been awakened again from a shallow sleep as he’d felt and heard the door open and close, his eyes just discerning Viggo’s outline as he left, shoes in hand.
He’d gotten up not long afterwards, leaving his friend a note reminding him to meet him at the pub at 7, and then he’d headed off, wanting to be any place that didn’t feel like it belonged to Viggo. He’d roamed the town of Leon again enjoying the gothic cathedral and the mix of other historical architecture he found in the most unexpected places: tiny homes still in use and tucked away at the ends of alleys, ornate upper floors and rooflines of buildings bearing modern facades on only their first or second floors, and in very small things like lamp posts and garden edgings. His mind could be as blank as he wanted it to be as he took in these sights, distancing himself from the night before and making sure to flirt with every halfway attractive woman he encountered.
He knew he was being an ass but he didn’t give a fuck. It was his God-given right to act like a prick after the strangeness and embarrassment of last night, he rationalized. He’d never wanted to kiss another man – the idea had honestly never occurred to him – not until this week. He felt humiliated -- like he’d offered a part of himself that had been met with disgust. Frankly, this was an entirely new feeling and one that he didn’t care to experience again. Sean had always been able to rely on a level of attractiveness that he could play up or down at will, had certainly always felt attractive enough. Today, however, he'd really felt the need to have that reaffirmed for himself. He threw himself into full-fledged lethal flirty straight male mode, considering the day a warm-up for the night. He’d end up with a beautiful woman – hell, maybe more than one – to enjoy an evening with or die trying.
~~~~~
When Bob Anderson showed up on set at 7 a.m., he was a little surprised to find the gym lights already on. As he walked through the cement block hallway, he could hear footsteps and a few grunts here and there as someone expended lots of energy. He knew the rhythm of those steps and smiled to realize it was Viggo -- had to be him -- running through the footwork for a particularly long sequence they’d been discussing and practicing of late. He turned the corner and saw him, shirtless and in pale drawstring pants, slightly crouched in an offensive posture as he moved across the gym toward hanging punching bags they used for their routines. Viggo stopped with his back to him as he completed his run. He must have been inordinately unhappy with his work, Bob thought, because as he watched, Viggo flung down the practice rapier and threw a huge and loud roundhouse punch into the bag, causing a wild reactive motion. The Dane moved in quickly, his hands catching the bag as he laid his forehead against it. Bob moved on toward his desk just as Viggo lifted the sword again and reinitiated his routine.
~~~~~
Viggo downed his second shot of Jameson’s quickly in order to trade glasses with the woman in front of him. The dark-eyed beauty was holding up a new one to offer to him, her look one of intense interest and playfulness as she smirked at him, raising her chin to signal that he’d better drink up. He smiled slightly, keeping his eyes on her even as he leaned his head back for the drink, seeing her smiling as he did so. Her name was Maritza and she’d come over to talk to him, carefully inserting herself in the non-space between Sean and Viggo at the crowded bar. It was just as well anyway as the two of them were studiously ignoring anything that might have them allowed them to connect in that space in any way, shape or form.
Handing her the empty glass, Viggo took the other one from her slender hand, being sure to brush his fingers over hers. His eyes flickered up from their hands to her face, and he felt comfortable in a way he hadn’t recently. She was speaking but he couldn’t hear her over the bar noise. He leaned in, turning his head so that his ear was at her mouth, lowering his free hand to touch her ever so gently in the small of her back.
~~~~~
Sean knew that a woman had parked herself next to Viggo. He’d been seeing them approach his friend all night, interrupting their sporadic and distant conversation. He was getting his own share of attention but was self-aware enough to know there was something gentle and soulful about the way Viggo presented himself to the world that made people feel like they knew him and should approach him. He knew it was not that way with himself. He had a more standoffish personality and he supposed it came through loud and clear. What Sean didn’t know, however, was that most women read this brooding demeanor as sexy as hell. Predatory. They tended to relish sitting back and waiting for him to approach them and were more often than not very willing prey. Even without that knowledge, he was doing his best in that regard, having spoken to every single-looking woman he’d seen plus two that appeared to be considering becoming single.
The obligatory rose seller strolled by with his basket of goods and Sean bought one long-stemmed red one wrapped in a tiny piece of Spanish lace, moving away from the bar and Viggo intent on a table full of much promise.
~~~~~
As the night wore on, Sean realized that he was seeing the same girls over and over again. Different faces, various outfits, but the same vapid intent. Didn’t matter whether it was being expressed in English or some bastardization of English and Spanish. Somehow, ‘I want to sleep with an actor’ seemed to be written in Esperanto.
This was stupid, he suddenly realized. He was chasing after a piece of ass just to prove something and he suddenly wanted to be out of this place, out of the smoke and the noise, somewhere where he could clear his head and talk to Viggo. He headed for the bathrooms, planning to make a pit stop and then go look for his friend.
As he rounded the corner of the hallway into the little alcove where the bathroom doors were, he was jolted by a vision he hadn’t been prepared for. Not at all. It left him a bit breathless and he couldn’t tear his eyes away for several long moments. It was Viggo, his back to Sean as he pushed Maritza back into the corner of the darkened space, her arms around his neck, then around his waist, a hand dropping down to grab his jean-clad ass, pulling him closer as she groaned against him. Viggo’s back muscles flexed as he pushed in closer, kissing her deeply as his hands were wandering up and down the curves of her body. Sean felt surprised but not quite like an intruder; it somehow felt like he was watching a scene from one of his friend’s movies. There was something about it that seemed practiced and not entirely natural, yet it was beautiful and undeniably fucking erotic. He felt his cock hardening as Viggo shifted lower, his long tousled brown-blonde hair cascading to the side as he tilted his head to meet the tan-nippled breast his right hand uncovered. Maritza gasped and tossed her head back as she ran her fingers through Viggo’s hair, grasping him to her. She slid a slender arm down between them, her exact motions obscured by Viggo’s body, but based on the smothered gasp Sean heard and the tight thrust of hips that he witnessed, it was obvious where she’d made contact. Viggo was moving against her rhythmically, abandoning her mouth to move to her cheek, her throat, her ears, whispering something and then underscoring it with open-mouthed caresses. Sean broke out of a trance he hadn't even realized he was in, turning quickly and heading away as he heard her husky Spanish murmur licking around that unusual Danish name.
-- Shegollum
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 9
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: Rugbytackle
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.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Previous part can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=shegollum&keyword=SPARRING+PARTNERS&filter=all
It was the beginning of the weekend and the pub was packed. A decent sound system pounded out a weird mix of English and Spanish music, most of it driven by the younger crowd that seemed to have taken over the pub this night. The drums were throbbing, the room was hazy with smoke – legal and otherwise – and there were more people standing or dancing than there were sitting. Sean and Viggo were at the bar, drinks in hand, acting like friends because their real friendship was on hiatus somewhere. Their interactions were those of people who’d just met and were trying to find common ground.
There had been no discussion after their kisses the other night. When Sean had come back, the trailer was still unlocked but dark. He’d gone in and made himself comfortable on a pallet on the floor as he’d done the first night. Sometime later Viggo slid in quietly and went straight to bed. Sean had lain there in the dark, listening to the careful movements, the shuffle of clothes and sheets, and then the deliberate slowing of breath as Viggo sought sleep. He was not sure either of them got much of it. In the very early hours, he’d been awakened again from a shallow sleep as he’d felt and heard the door open and close, his eyes just discerning Viggo’s outline as he left, shoes in hand.
He’d gotten up not long afterwards, leaving his friend a note reminding him to meet him at the pub at 7, and then he’d headed off, wanting to be any place that didn’t feel like it belonged to Viggo. He’d roamed the town of Leon again enjoying the gothic cathedral and the mix of other historical architecture he found in the most unexpected places: tiny homes still in use and tucked away at the ends of alleys, ornate upper floors and rooflines of buildings bearing modern facades on only their first or second floors, and in very small things like lamp posts and garden edgings. His mind could be as blank as he wanted it to be as he took in these sights, distancing himself from the night before and making sure to flirt with every halfway attractive woman he encountered.
He knew he was being an ass but he didn’t give a fuck. It was his God-given right to act like a prick after the strangeness and embarrassment of last night, he rationalized. He’d never wanted to kiss another man – the idea had honestly never occurred to him – not until this week. He felt humiliated -- like he’d offered a part of himself that had been met with disgust. Frankly, this was an entirely new feeling and one that he didn’t care to experience again. Sean had always been able to rely on a level of attractiveness that he could play up or down at will, had certainly always felt attractive enough. Today, however, he'd really felt the need to have that reaffirmed for himself. He threw himself into full-fledged lethal flirty straight male mode, considering the day a warm-up for the night. He’d end up with a beautiful woman – hell, maybe more than one – to enjoy an evening with or die trying.
~~~~~
When Bob Anderson showed up on set at 7 a.m., he was a little surprised to find the gym lights already on. As he walked through the cement block hallway, he could hear footsteps and a few grunts here and there as someone expended lots of energy. He knew the rhythm of those steps and smiled to realize it was Viggo -- had to be him -- running through the footwork for a particularly long sequence they’d been discussing and practicing of late. He turned the corner and saw him, shirtless and in pale drawstring pants, slightly crouched in an offensive posture as he moved across the gym toward hanging punching bags they used for their routines. Viggo stopped with his back to him as he completed his run. He must have been inordinately unhappy with his work, Bob thought, because as he watched, Viggo flung down the practice rapier and threw a huge and loud roundhouse punch into the bag, causing a wild reactive motion. The Dane moved in quickly, his hands catching the bag as he laid his forehead against it. Bob moved on toward his desk just as Viggo lifted the sword again and reinitiated his routine.
~~~~~
Viggo downed his second shot of Jameson’s quickly in order to trade glasses with the woman in front of him. The dark-eyed beauty was holding up a new one to offer to him, her look one of intense interest and playfulness as she smirked at him, raising her chin to signal that he’d better drink up. He smiled slightly, keeping his eyes on her even as he leaned his head back for the drink, seeing her smiling as he did so. Her name was Maritza and she’d come over to talk to him, carefully inserting herself in the non-space between Sean and Viggo at the crowded bar. It was just as well anyway as the two of them were studiously ignoring anything that might have them allowed them to connect in that space in any way, shape or form.
Handing her the empty glass, Viggo took the other one from her slender hand, being sure to brush his fingers over hers. His eyes flickered up from their hands to her face, and he felt comfortable in a way he hadn’t recently. She was speaking but he couldn’t hear her over the bar noise. He leaned in, turning his head so that his ear was at her mouth, lowering his free hand to touch her ever so gently in the small of her back.
~~~~~
Sean knew that a woman had parked herself next to Viggo. He’d been seeing them approach his friend all night, interrupting their sporadic and distant conversation. He was getting his own share of attention but was self-aware enough to know there was something gentle and soulful about the way Viggo presented himself to the world that made people feel like they knew him and should approach him. He knew it was not that way with himself. He had a more standoffish personality and he supposed it came through loud and clear. What Sean didn’t know, however, was that most women read this brooding demeanor as sexy as hell. Predatory. They tended to relish sitting back and waiting for him to approach them and were more often than not very willing prey. Even without that knowledge, he was doing his best in that regard, having spoken to every single-looking woman he’d seen plus two that appeared to be considering becoming single.
The obligatory rose seller strolled by with his basket of goods and Sean bought one long-stemmed red one wrapped in a tiny piece of Spanish lace, moving away from the bar and Viggo intent on a table full of much promise.
~~~~~
As the night wore on, Sean realized that he was seeing the same girls over and over again. Different faces, various outfits, but the same vapid intent. Didn’t matter whether it was being expressed in English or some bastardization of English and Spanish. Somehow, ‘I want to sleep with an actor’ seemed to be written in Esperanto.
This was stupid, he suddenly realized. He was chasing after a piece of ass just to prove something and he suddenly wanted to be out of this place, out of the smoke and the noise, somewhere where he could clear his head and talk to Viggo. He headed for the bathrooms, planning to make a pit stop and then go look for his friend.
As he rounded the corner of the hallway into the little alcove where the bathroom doors were, he was jolted by a vision he hadn’t been prepared for. Not at all. It left him a bit breathless and he couldn’t tear his eyes away for several long moments. It was Viggo, his back to Sean as he pushed Maritza back into the corner of the darkened space, her arms around his neck, then around his waist, a hand dropping down to grab his jean-clad ass, pulling him closer as she groaned against him. Viggo’s back muscles flexed as he pushed in closer, kissing her deeply as his hands were wandering up and down the curves of her body. Sean felt surprised but not quite like an intruder; it somehow felt like he was watching a scene from one of his friend’s movies. There was something about it that seemed practiced and not entirely natural, yet it was beautiful and undeniably fucking erotic. He felt his cock hardening as Viggo shifted lower, his long tousled brown-blonde hair cascading to the side as he tilted his head to meet the tan-nippled breast his right hand uncovered. Maritza gasped and tossed her head back as she ran her fingers through Viggo’s hair, grasping him to her. She slid a slender arm down between them, her exact motions obscured by Viggo’s body, but based on the smothered gasp Sean heard and the tight thrust of hips that he witnessed, it was obvious where she’d made contact. Viggo was moving against her rhythmically, abandoning her mouth to move to her cheek, her throat, her ears, whispering something and then underscoring it with open-mouthed caresses. Sean broke out of a trance he hadn't even realized he was in, turning quickly and heading away as he heard her husky Spanish murmur licking around that unusual Danish name.
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