SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 14
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rugbytackleSorry to be spamming all of you on my flist. Good Lord -- doesn't this story ever end?! ;-)
Four more chapters and one little drabble still to come.
--Shegollum
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SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 14
Be warned -- it's Viggo and Bean. I really hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
Silly stuff tonight, folks. May just suck. But indulge my corgi love, would ya? :-) I'll post pics of a corgi puppy herd later if you want. Bye for now...
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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
Sean was half-asleep, crumpled up in the big leather seat which didn’t seem so big now that he shared it with Viggo, who was not sleeping but watching him, his head propped on his bent arm as he grinned at Sean.
“Wore ya out, huh?”
Sean thought he should have made some manly derisive comment but he couldn’t. Didn’t even want to really. Just wanted those lips back on his. So he reached up for Viggo, his eyes twinkling as he said, “I want you to shut up and give me a proper snog, yeah?”
Viggo laughed at the expression and then gave him what he wanted.
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They turned off the main road and followed a meandering dirt path through the low hills. All around them were horse paddocks and open countryside, interrupted here and there by big stands of trees. They were approaching a little cabin up under one of these copses and as they drew nearer, they knew this had to be the right place as corgis of all colors burst from behind the house and ran along the edges of the paddock toward the moving vehicle. The men could now see that the paddock fences were specially configured with a wire mesh along the bottommost of the wooden rails. The corgis made a ridiculous site – all big heads and bodies held up by ludicrously stubby little legs, barking with robust and sturdy voices. Even under the comically large upright ears, their expressions could only be described as menacing. Viggo stopped the car in front of the house and both men jumped out.
Sean was tickled by their appearance, plopping himself down on the ground to look at them more closely through the fence. As he did so, all big dog pretense went out the window and he was greeted with perhaps a dozen smiling corgi faces. Suddenly there was a sound from the house and then the whole group surged away en masse, the multitude of white fluffy tailless butts giving Sean a fit of decidedly unmanly giggles which in turn caused Viggo to start laughing as well.
They could hear higher pitched puppy barks from beyond the cabin so they headed that way, meeting the kennel owner on the spacious walled deck that surrounded the main building. She greeted them warmly and invited them to come through the gated entrance, being sure to close it securely behind them before she opened another gate to let the adult dogs they’d just encountered onto the deck. The two men were swarmed by warm, wriggling dogs, all of whom stood up on their back legs in mostly futile attempts to improve their height so that they could better greet their visitors. They jumbled all over each other in their excitement and Viggo and Sean tried to pet each one before he or she got pulled back down into the melee as another one insisted on being seen.
Viggo finally sat down cross-legged on the floor and was further bombarded by several dogs who wanted to be in his lap all at once, every single one of them too long to fit there anyway. Sean knelt with a little more decorum but ended up flat on his ass as the dogs welcomed him to their level, smothering him with wet, slurpy dog kisses.
Just as quickly as the corgi storm had engulfed them, they were gone as the owner opened their gate again and they tumbled all over each other to get back into their yard and harass the neighboring horses. The configuration of the raised deck was such that four separate gates led to corresponding fenced pens. The male dogs were kept from the bitches and from the puppies and so on. Viggo and Sean – both on the deck floor now – were grinning at each other as they got up, wiping their hands on their back pockets, Sean finally reaching over and squeezing Viggo’s ass under the same pretense while the kennel owner’s back was turned. Viggo jumped and then quickly snuck a quiet kiss on Sean’s cheek.
When the door was opened on the puppy pen, no puppies surged up the steps. Instead, Viggo and Sean heard more high-pitched complaining. Moving closer and looking down, they could see that the steps were too high for them. Their host spoke quickly in Spanish to Viggo, telling him a bit about the pups and encouraging them to go down and spend time with them. Viggo thanked her as she headed back into the house and then turned back to see that Sean was already down in the puppy pen, the five available youngsters prancing around him, lunging at his shoelaces and yanking them as hard as their milk teeth would allow.
When Viggo came down the steps, two of the fluffy, floppy puppies came over to him looking for shoelaces and were sorely disappointed since he was barefoot as usual. They launched themselves at him anyway, opting to sink their canine canines into a particularly enticing big toe, causing Viggo’s laugh to morph into an “Ow” as he knelt to scoop up the buff and white offender. The criminal was appropriately startled by this authority figue and demonstrated that fear by promptly peeing all down the front of Viggo’s much beloved soccer shirt. He stood speechless for a long moment, his mouth hanging open, the still dripping puppy cupped in two hands a half an arm’s length in front of him as he looked down in surprise. The puppy just looked back up at him expectantly, all eyes and ears.
Viggo knew Sean was laughing before he ever turned around to see him. He finally did turn, pup still in hand, one eyebrow raised aloofly as urine dripped off his already wrinkled shirt.
“Not one word about anyone taking the piss, Sean. Not one word.”
Sean kept biting back his laughter, one cheek twitched in the effort of struggling to hold a very solemn expression on his face as he observed the sight before him. He nodded sagely and said, “It’s a right shame about that handsome shirt, though, Vig. Guess you’ll have no choice but to throw it out.”
Sean suddenly found that he had a chest full of smelly, fuzzy puppy as Viggo stomped off to the nearby water hose. Sean kept playing with the puppies while continuing to tease the now shirtless man who was busy rinsing then wringing out his shirt with deliberate care. Sean knew that Viggo was laughing – his shoulders were shaking with it. He made a big show though, of laying the still dreadful shirt out on the wooden railing, laying it just so in order for it dry in the sun.
Finally he dropped down next to Sean and let himself be inundated with puppies again. The two men compared their attributes: personalities, size, colors, etc. Evie had specifically talked about a classic red and white corgi which the little buff dogs would grow up to be, so Sean was already leaning toward them. The only tri-color in the group was a real attention hog anyway and kept scooping the other dogs out of holes they had dug in the cool ground so that he could take their place. Viggo’s special friend – who he would only refer to as Pee-pot now – seemed to be the runt but he seemed unaware of that as he gave as good as he got in every confrontation or tussle with the other dogs. He kept coming back to Sean though and clambering up in his lap as though he'd already picked his human.
After a half hour or so, Viggo knew which one he’d take, but he looked over at Sean, wanting to ask him. Sean was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, the buff and white pup asleep in his lap. Viggo’s breath caught in his throat and his heart squeezed only to kick out a bigger beat than the one before as he watched him. Green eyes were as soft as he’d ever seen them, the face totally relaxed as he let the sleeping pup chew on his fingertip in its sleep. Feeling the eyes on him, Sean looked up and gave Viggo a soft, soft smile.
“Evie will love him,” he said in a voice that Viggo could feel all the way down to his toes. The love Sean felt for his girls was complete and so perfect.
Viggo smiled back at him and asked, “So it’s the little pisser then, is it?”
Sean grinned back. “I think that means he likes you. I know I certainly had to wee when I first met you in New Zealand.”
Viggo snorted and got a little cocky. “Hmmm…maybe that feeling in your pants had less to do with that and more to do with something entirely different.”
He laughed, waiting for Sean’s next volley. Instead he felt a hand reach out and touch his shoulder, making him look up and meet serious green eyes before the hand moved to stroke his cheek. “Aye,” was all that Sean said, his eyes never leaving Viggo’s.
Four more chapters and one little drabble still to come.
--Shegollum
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 14
Be warned -- it's Viggo and Bean. I really hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
Silly stuff tonight, folks. May just suck. But indulge my corgi love, would ya? :-) I'll post pics of a corgi puppy herd later if you want. Bye for now...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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
Sean was half-asleep, crumpled up in the big leather seat which didn’t seem so big now that he shared it with Viggo, who was not sleeping but watching him, his head propped on his bent arm as he grinned at Sean.
“Wore ya out, huh?”
Sean thought he should have made some manly derisive comment but he couldn’t. Didn’t even want to really. Just wanted those lips back on his. So he reached up for Viggo, his eyes twinkling as he said, “I want you to shut up and give me a proper snog, yeah?”
Viggo laughed at the expression and then gave him what he wanted.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
They turned off the main road and followed a meandering dirt path through the low hills. All around them were horse paddocks and open countryside, interrupted here and there by big stands of trees. They were approaching a little cabin up under one of these copses and as they drew nearer, they knew this had to be the right place as corgis of all colors burst from behind the house and ran along the edges of the paddock toward the moving vehicle. The men could now see that the paddock fences were specially configured with a wire mesh along the bottommost of the wooden rails. The corgis made a ridiculous site – all big heads and bodies held up by ludicrously stubby little legs, barking with robust and sturdy voices. Even under the comically large upright ears, their expressions could only be described as menacing. Viggo stopped the car in front of the house and both men jumped out.
Sean was tickled by their appearance, plopping himself down on the ground to look at them more closely through the fence. As he did so, all big dog pretense went out the window and he was greeted with perhaps a dozen smiling corgi faces. Suddenly there was a sound from the house and then the whole group surged away en masse, the multitude of white fluffy tailless butts giving Sean a fit of decidedly unmanly giggles which in turn caused Viggo to start laughing as well.
They could hear higher pitched puppy barks from beyond the cabin so they headed that way, meeting the kennel owner on the spacious walled deck that surrounded the main building. She greeted them warmly and invited them to come through the gated entrance, being sure to close it securely behind them before she opened another gate to let the adult dogs they’d just encountered onto the deck. The two men were swarmed by warm, wriggling dogs, all of whom stood up on their back legs in mostly futile attempts to improve their height so that they could better greet their visitors. They jumbled all over each other in their excitement and Viggo and Sean tried to pet each one before he or she got pulled back down into the melee as another one insisted on being seen.
Viggo finally sat down cross-legged on the floor and was further bombarded by several dogs who wanted to be in his lap all at once, every single one of them too long to fit there anyway. Sean knelt with a little more decorum but ended up flat on his ass as the dogs welcomed him to their level, smothering him with wet, slurpy dog kisses.
Just as quickly as the corgi storm had engulfed them, they were gone as the owner opened their gate again and they tumbled all over each other to get back into their yard and harass the neighboring horses. The configuration of the raised deck was such that four separate gates led to corresponding fenced pens. The male dogs were kept from the bitches and from the puppies and so on. Viggo and Sean – both on the deck floor now – were grinning at each other as they got up, wiping their hands on their back pockets, Sean finally reaching over and squeezing Viggo’s ass under the same pretense while the kennel owner’s back was turned. Viggo jumped and then quickly snuck a quiet kiss on Sean’s cheek.
When the door was opened on the puppy pen, no puppies surged up the steps. Instead, Viggo and Sean heard more high-pitched complaining. Moving closer and looking down, they could see that the steps were too high for them. Their host spoke quickly in Spanish to Viggo, telling him a bit about the pups and encouraging them to go down and spend time with them. Viggo thanked her as she headed back into the house and then turned back to see that Sean was already down in the puppy pen, the five available youngsters prancing around him, lunging at his shoelaces and yanking them as hard as their milk teeth would allow.
When Viggo came down the steps, two of the fluffy, floppy puppies came over to him looking for shoelaces and were sorely disappointed since he was barefoot as usual. They launched themselves at him anyway, opting to sink their canine canines into a particularly enticing big toe, causing Viggo’s laugh to morph into an “Ow” as he knelt to scoop up the buff and white offender. The criminal was appropriately startled by this authority figue and demonstrated that fear by promptly peeing all down the front of Viggo’s much beloved soccer shirt. He stood speechless for a long moment, his mouth hanging open, the still dripping puppy cupped in two hands a half an arm’s length in front of him as he looked down in surprise. The puppy just looked back up at him expectantly, all eyes and ears.
Viggo knew Sean was laughing before he ever turned around to see him. He finally did turn, pup still in hand, one eyebrow raised aloofly as urine dripped off his already wrinkled shirt.
“Not one word about anyone taking the piss, Sean. Not one word.”
Sean kept biting back his laughter, one cheek twitched in the effort of struggling to hold a very solemn expression on his face as he observed the sight before him. He nodded sagely and said, “It’s a right shame about that handsome shirt, though, Vig. Guess you’ll have no choice but to throw it out.”
Sean suddenly found that he had a chest full of smelly, fuzzy puppy as Viggo stomped off to the nearby water hose. Sean kept playing with the puppies while continuing to tease the now shirtless man who was busy rinsing then wringing out his shirt with deliberate care. Sean knew that Viggo was laughing – his shoulders were shaking with it. He made a big show though, of laying the still dreadful shirt out on the wooden railing, laying it just so in order for it dry in the sun.
Finally he dropped down next to Sean and let himself be inundated with puppies again. The two men compared their attributes: personalities, size, colors, etc. Evie had specifically talked about a classic red and white corgi which the little buff dogs would grow up to be, so Sean was already leaning toward them. The only tri-color in the group was a real attention hog anyway and kept scooping the other dogs out of holes they had dug in the cool ground so that he could take their place. Viggo’s special friend – who he would only refer to as Pee-pot now – seemed to be the runt but he seemed unaware of that as he gave as good as he got in every confrontation or tussle with the other dogs. He kept coming back to Sean though and clambering up in his lap as though he'd already picked his human.
After a half hour or so, Viggo knew which one he’d take, but he looked over at Sean, wanting to ask him. Sean was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, the buff and white pup asleep in his lap. Viggo’s breath caught in his throat and his heart squeezed only to kick out a bigger beat than the one before as he watched him. Green eyes were as soft as he’d ever seen them, the face totally relaxed as he let the sleeping pup chew on his fingertip in its sleep. Feeling the eyes on him, Sean looked up and gave Viggo a soft, soft smile.
“Evie will love him,” he said in a voice that Viggo could feel all the way down to his toes. The love Sean felt for his girls was complete and so perfect.
Viggo smiled back at him and asked, “So it’s the little pisser then, is it?”
Sean grinned back. “I think that means he likes you. I know I certainly had to wee when I first met you in New Zealand.”
Viggo snorted and got a little cocky. “Hmmm…maybe that feeling in your pants had less to do with that and more to do with something entirely different.”
He laughed, waiting for Sean’s next volley. Instead he felt a hand reach out and touch his shoulder, making him look up and meet serious green eyes before the hand moved to stroke his cheek. “Aye,” was all that Sean said, his eyes never leaving Viggo’s.
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Date: 2005-06-23 10:49 am (UTC)the sense of humor and their relationship is great.
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Date: 2005-06-24 12:04 am (UTC)(And I didn't want it to end either. I'd liked having them live in my brain!)
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Date: 2005-06-23 09:03 pm (UTC)I am intact after my earlier self-combustion (thanks to that last chapter), and loving the humour in this chapter. This series just keeps getting better and better!
More please.
Leoxx
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Date: 2005-06-24 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-24 05:01 am (UTC)But where are my manners? Here... *hands you a freshly mixed strawberry margharita* It may only be 6am where I am but it's already sunny and hot so we might as well get started early!
Meant to say last night... I really enjoyed Sean and Viggo's visit at the puppy farm. It was very true to life. I've had similar experiences and there's nothing funnier or more delightful than being sat amid a bunch of puppies or kittens, all clamouring for your attention. Never been peed on but the kitten I chose years ago did bite my nose! Thanks for reminding me of a very happy time.
*big hug*
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Date: 2005-06-23 09:43 pm (UTC)And ROFL! on Viggo getting pissed on. Shame about the shirt -- and I know exactly which one you mean, too. [snicker] Although a good washing will fix it right up, as Viggo clearly knows, heh. Cute scene. :D
Angie
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Date: 2005-06-24 12:06 am (UTC)so happy you liked this chapter. i had fun with it.
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Date: 2005-06-24 12:18 am (UTC)I love dogs, and especially puppies. It's a rare story (or movie or TV show or commercial) which isn't greatly improved by the addition of dogs, and especially puppies. [grin]
Angie
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Date: 2005-07-08 06:23 am (UTC)