SPARRING PARTNERS by shegollum - Part 20
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rugbytackleSome of you may recall this story from a while ago. It was my first VigBean, I think and I really enjoyed doing it. A LOT! Today's photos gave me a good excuse for resurrecting it even if just for a quick -- and silly -- little ficlet.
Wasn't gonna archive it, but what the heck. :-) I hope you like it.
-- shegollum
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Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archive: rugbytackle and viggo_cursive
Warnings: Slash, plain and simple. For mature audiences only. This film has not yet been rated by the MPAA...
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings may 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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“You left the damn dog at home this time, right??”
“I did, yes. Didn’t want him to have to endure that shirt any more.”
“Yeah, okay… So when do you get in?”
“That is a bit of a loaded question, mate, and I suppose you’ll have somewhat of a say in it as well.”
Sean laughed then and he knew that Viggo was grinning broadly on the other end of the line. "Just get your ass to Toronto and we’ll er—um, negotiate something along those lines…”
“No negotiations, Vig,” the Englishmen purred in a throaty rasp, “you know you need it as much as I do. I’ve missed you.”
Something about the way he said missed you – a lingering over the consonants as though he could taste them – caused Viggo to groan softly as he imagined the time they would be spending together soon. He heard a soft chuckle from Sean before the Englishmen continued.
“I mean it, Viggo. I’ve missed you completely. I wake up in the night sometimes swearing that I’ve caught your scent and that you’re coming to me…and when I realize that I’ve been dreaming, the disappointment is staggering. I’m not one to say I need anyone. Never have…not with any of me wives. But you-- I’ve begun to realize I need you.”
He was whispering by the time he finished, only just now comprehending the depth of the feelings himself. It was overwhelming and more than a little frightening to realize how much another person meant to his personal happiness, to his whole world. It was only that it was Viggo that made it safe, as safe as acknowledging a loss of control could be. He would swear forever that the other man read his mind, and his heart, when he said his next words.
“Sean,” Viggo began, and the distance between Toronto and London did nothing to mask a huskiness that made his voice even more subdued than normal. “You need to be here with me. I need you here. I love you more than you know -- and I need to show you. To feel you and be with you, you crazy fucker. I have never regretted a day that has gone by since we found each other. Except that we get to spend so few of them together. I miss you every single day. Miss everything about you. And about us. I even miss all your silly stuffy English bullshit. Earl Grey. Baroque music. Football instead of soccer. Warm beer. Get over here and fuck me all up again, would you?”
Sean laughed and they soon ended their call, both savoring the knowledge that they would see each other again in just over 24 hours.
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They’d walked the short red carpet separately but found each other again once inside. A cozy corner became home base for David, Sean and Viggo, along with other famous faces who stopped by from time to time to say hello or chat about the film and future plans. Even separated as they were by other people and all the noise and activity of the party, Sean and Viggo really only saw each other, and left as soon as it could be done without seeming too terribly rude.
Parting briefly to avoid the press lingering outside the party, they met again in as short a time as possible at Viggo’s hotel. The American waited for Sean near the private elevator to the suite that had been booked for him, grateful finally for what he felt was a legitimate reason for the extra luxury. There was nothing in the world he needed more right now that private time with Sean and knowing that they wouldn’t be caught in the lobby by prying paparazzo pleased him.
After a moment, the locked entrance door swung open and Sean entered with the key card he’d been given. He looked at Viggo and a huge unrestrained grin broke out on his face as he quickly moved closer and corralled him in a euphoric hug. Instincts outraced any sense of propriety and they were instantly swept into a searching, breathless kiss, Viggo’s hands sliding into the gap at the small of Sean’s back where pants pulled slightly away from the dip of his spine. They broke apart finally, looking at each other with love and appreciation and lust. Viggo tore his gaze away just long enough to push the elevator button and then he kissed the Englishman again, allowing himself the wicked indulgence of wantonly pressing his rock-hard shaft against Sean’s, grinding into him, finding himself rewarded by Sean’s hand reaching to cup and caress him, stroking him in time with the thrusting of his tongue.
Gasping sharply, Viggo abandoned the kiss, turning to uselessly punch the elevator button again. Sean chuckled and slid his arms around the other man’s lean waist from behind, using his stubbly cheek to push shaggy brown hair aside so that he could tease an ear with his tongue and his whispers. Viggo pushed his ass back against him, making a moaning sound as he felt the thick hardness against him.
Sean was softly laughing again and pulling Viggo away from the elevator door by his belt loop. Viggo growled in frustration and whacked his fist futilely against the call button several more times.
“Sean! Stop! I heard it. I think I heard the fucking bell.”
He heard a heavy door opening somewhere and then he realized he was being pulled through it backward by his lover, who seemed to suddenly be very amused by the situation. Viggo counted to ten to get his annoyance in check and then turned to see something that made him think he must have been seriously good in a former life. Sean – all the tousled golden animal that he was -- had already undone his shirt and was quickly losing his pants. His eyes glimmered with laughter as he saw Viggo’s appreciative expression and he reached out to grab him again, pulling him close, his hands finding Viggo’s face and pulling his mouth to his own for a deep, passionate kiss. Viggo was helping to push Sean’s pants down and then quickly began work on his own as well, his own fingers at his waist impatiently pushed away by Sean’s.
And then they heard a faint bell in the lobby.
“Fuck!” hissed Viggo as he peered quickly out the small wired window in the stairwell door. He looked hurriedly back over his shoulder at his lover and made a decision.
“Pull ‘em up, Bean. We’re grabbing that elevator. Stairwell sex can – and will – come later. Right now there’s an enormous bed and a variety of other things waiting for us upstairs so get ready to make a run for it.”
Bean smiled maniacally and pulled his pants up, holding them closed with one fist. Viggo looked both ways as best he could through his limited portal and then they made a run for it to the elevator, shirts flying open and pants barely on.
And somewhere in the main lobby, a frustrated paparazzo would never know how closely his unfulfilled fame and fortune had come, a hundred red hot photos of rapidly accelerating acts missed as he sat listlessly on the hotel couch, wondering if he should have played the game and paid the going rate to access the private elevator lobby.
Wasn't gonna archive it, but what the heck. :-) I hope you like it.
-- shegollum
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archive: rugbytackle and viggo_cursive
Warnings: Slash, plain and simple. For mature audiences only. This film has not yet been rated by the MPAA...
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings may exist but belong to others. Viggo and Sean had nothing to do with any of it. Not beta'd. All errors are mine alone.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“You left the damn dog at home this time, right??”
“I did, yes. Didn’t want him to have to endure that shirt any more.”
“Yeah, okay… So when do you get in?”
“That is a bit of a loaded question, mate, and I suppose you’ll have somewhat of a say in it as well.”
Sean laughed then and he knew that Viggo was grinning broadly on the other end of the line. "Just get your ass to Toronto and we’ll er—um, negotiate something along those lines…”
“No negotiations, Vig,” the Englishmen purred in a throaty rasp, “you know you need it as much as I do. I’ve missed you.”
Something about the way he said missed you – a lingering over the consonants as though he could taste them – caused Viggo to groan softly as he imagined the time they would be spending together soon. He heard a soft chuckle from Sean before the Englishmen continued.
“I mean it, Viggo. I’ve missed you completely. I wake up in the night sometimes swearing that I’ve caught your scent and that you’re coming to me…and when I realize that I’ve been dreaming, the disappointment is staggering. I’m not one to say I need anyone. Never have…not with any of me wives. But you-- I’ve begun to realize I need you.”
He was whispering by the time he finished, only just now comprehending the depth of the feelings himself. It was overwhelming and more than a little frightening to realize how much another person meant to his personal happiness, to his whole world. It was only that it was Viggo that made it safe, as safe as acknowledging a loss of control could be. He would swear forever that the other man read his mind, and his heart, when he said his next words.
“Sean,” Viggo began, and the distance between Toronto and London did nothing to mask a huskiness that made his voice even more subdued than normal. “You need to be here with me. I need you here. I love you more than you know -- and I need to show you. To feel you and be with you, you crazy fucker. I have never regretted a day that has gone by since we found each other. Except that we get to spend so few of them together. I miss you every single day. Miss everything about you. And about us. I even miss all your silly stuffy English bullshit. Earl Grey. Baroque music. Football instead of soccer. Warm beer. Get over here and fuck me all up again, would you?”
Sean laughed and they soon ended their call, both savoring the knowledge that they would see each other again in just over 24 hours.
They’d walked the short red carpet separately but found each other again once inside. A cozy corner became home base for David, Sean and Viggo, along with other famous faces who stopped by from time to time to say hello or chat about the film and future plans. Even separated as they were by other people and all the noise and activity of the party, Sean and Viggo really only saw each other, and left as soon as it could be done without seeming too terribly rude.
Parting briefly to avoid the press lingering outside the party, they met again in as short a time as possible at Viggo’s hotel. The American waited for Sean near the private elevator to the suite that had been booked for him, grateful finally for what he felt was a legitimate reason for the extra luxury. There was nothing in the world he needed more right now that private time with Sean and knowing that they wouldn’t be caught in the lobby by prying paparazzo pleased him.
After a moment, the locked entrance door swung open and Sean entered with the key card he’d been given. He looked at Viggo and a huge unrestrained grin broke out on his face as he quickly moved closer and corralled him in a euphoric hug. Instincts outraced any sense of propriety and they were instantly swept into a searching, breathless kiss, Viggo’s hands sliding into the gap at the small of Sean’s back where pants pulled slightly away from the dip of his spine. They broke apart finally, looking at each other with love and appreciation and lust. Viggo tore his gaze away just long enough to push the elevator button and then he kissed the Englishman again, allowing himself the wicked indulgence of wantonly pressing his rock-hard shaft against Sean’s, grinding into him, finding himself rewarded by Sean’s hand reaching to cup and caress him, stroking him in time with the thrusting of his tongue.
Gasping sharply, Viggo abandoned the kiss, turning to uselessly punch the elevator button again. Sean chuckled and slid his arms around the other man’s lean waist from behind, using his stubbly cheek to push shaggy brown hair aside so that he could tease an ear with his tongue and his whispers. Viggo pushed his ass back against him, making a moaning sound as he felt the thick hardness against him.
Sean was softly laughing again and pulling Viggo away from the elevator door by his belt loop. Viggo growled in frustration and whacked his fist futilely against the call button several more times.
“Sean! Stop! I heard it. I think I heard the fucking bell.”
He heard a heavy door opening somewhere and then he realized he was being pulled through it backward by his lover, who seemed to suddenly be very amused by the situation. Viggo counted to ten to get his annoyance in check and then turned to see something that made him think he must have been seriously good in a former life. Sean – all the tousled golden animal that he was -- had already undone his shirt and was quickly losing his pants. His eyes glimmered with laughter as he saw Viggo’s appreciative expression and he reached out to grab him again, pulling him close, his hands finding Viggo’s face and pulling his mouth to his own for a deep, passionate kiss. Viggo was helping to push Sean’s pants down and then quickly began work on his own as well, his own fingers at his waist impatiently pushed away by Sean’s.
And then they heard a faint bell in the lobby.
“Fuck!” hissed Viggo as he peered quickly out the small wired window in the stairwell door. He looked hurriedly back over his shoulder at his lover and made a decision.
“Pull ‘em up, Bean. We’re grabbing that elevator. Stairwell sex can – and will – come later. Right now there’s an enormous bed and a variety of other things waiting for us upstairs so get ready to make a run for it.”
Bean smiled maniacally and pulled his pants up, holding them closed with one fist. Viggo looked both ways as best he could through his limited portal and then they made a run for it to the elevator, shirts flying open and pants barely on.
And somewhere in the main lobby, a frustrated paparazzo would never know how closely his unfulfilled fame and fortune had come, a hundred red hot photos of rapidly accelerating acts missed as he sat listlessly on the hotel couch, wondering if he should have played the game and paid the going rate to access the private elevator lobby.
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Date: 2005-09-13 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-13 10:07 am (UTC)Actually FPPB made appearances -- cameos really - in 2 standalone VigBeans I wrote after SP (Benched and one where they're in a storm). My way of plunking them into the same universe even though timelines are random. ;-)
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Date: 2005-09-13 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-14 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-14 01:48 pm (UTC)PS: still waiting for the S/V stairway sex though. ;)
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Date: 2005-09-14 01:49 pm (UTC)