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rugbytackleTitle: The Sharing of Dreams: Chapter 6 - Betrayal
Author: Rocketbalm
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Sean finds himself betrayed by his mind and body.
Content/warnings: ANGST
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: A work of my modestly twisted mind -- complete fiction. Never happened. Don’t know these people, sadly all in my imagination.
Chapter 6 - Betrayal
Waiting for Viggo to arrive with dinner, Sean closed his eyes trying to unwind, knowing a nap would be a stretch. It took concentration to slow his breathing and he soon began to drift – not really asleep, just relax enough to let his thoughts surface unhindered. Abby furious with him for staying out at the pub. Viggo driving him home and letting him crash on the couch. Mel calling him irresponsible when he showed up late to the Molly’s recital. Abby demanding answers to questions he didn’t have answers to. Viggo letting him find his own answers in his own time, unquestioning. Viggo curled next to him on the couch, earphones on, listening to music and sketching while Sean watched the telly. Viggo crushing him in a hug. His quirk of using all his senses to remember a moment – fixing him with his deep blue eyes, inhaling deeply as if he was breathing in Sean’s scent and ever so slightly dragging a wayward thumb softly across his spine, and then, simply listening. Viggo, just being Viggo…. Sean sat up abruptly shaking his head. Fuck… he thought, back in familiar territory of late. This happens, he tried to reassure himself. Having a crush on a man was not unfamiliar to Sean. It happened sometimes when you worked closely with someone. It happened at RADA and again on Sharpe. Never with your best mate. The thought made Sean groan. Maybe he’d just tell Vig, they’d have a good laugh, grab a pint and move on. What if he gets mad? Nah, its Viggo, he never get’s mad. What if he does? What if I fuck this up too? Just say nothing and stopped acting like such a girl. Sean took a deep breath and went to get a beer out of the fridge. Settling back on the couch, he gulped a third of the bottle and thought, Where the fuck was Viggo… the game’s about to start.
At that moment the door flew open Viggo breezed in with a grin.
“You’re late, wanker” grumbled Sean.
“It’s just starting, keep your pants on.” Viggo replied cheerfully. As he slid the beer in the fridge, he notices Sean hesitate, open his mouth as if to speak and then shut it abruptly, at his comment. Kicking off his shoes he walked barefoot over to where Sean was sitting and placed the take out on the table in front of the couch. “I cook all day over a hot stove and this is the only welcome I get?” cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips for a kiss.
Sean’s head snapped up -- what the fu… and then Viggo flashed a wolfish grin as his eyes glinted with humour. It’s nothing, he’s just takin the piss… act normal for Christ sake.
“Get some plates and then sit down you’re ruinin’ the bloody atmosphere.”
“Somebody took their grumpy pills today” Viggo cocked his head and studied his friend. “What’s up?”
“Nothin’, hungry that’s all.” Ducking the question Sean crossed his arms and wedged himself further into the couch.
“Se-an?” Viggo dragged his name out questioning and cajoling.
“Shut it Vig, I just want eat and watch the match.” realizing he was over reacting, Sean tried to smile, “Can we do that?” Careful now or he’s really gonna know something’s up.
Something is definitely up. Viggo thought as he grabbed plates and cutlery and served up the curry take-out he brought. Glancing at Sean with his arms wrapped tightly around himself and jammed into the corner of the couch, definitely up.
Sean watched the TV and Viggo watched Sean. He was just a little bit off. What is going on in that gorgeous blond head of yours? You are so on edge. Thought Viggo. Part of him filled with dread, fearing the worst may have happened. That Sean would have had guessed Viggo’s growing feelings toward him and now Sean didn’t know how to act around him. Fuck, what are you thinking… give me something to go on here Sean.
Every now and then when Sean thought Viggo couldn’t see him he slid his eyes over and stared at Viggo intently. Viggo knew. God I can feel your eyes burning into me. I need to know. Now or never… and with that Viggo grabbed the remote from Sean, changed the channel and hid it behind his back.
“What the fuck are ye doing? Come on Vig give it back,” Growled Sean trying to reach around Vig to get the remote.
“Tell me what’s up and I’ll give it back” he grinned wriggling away.
Sean’s green eyes grew dark and bore into him. “I said leave it Viggo. Now turn the match back on.”
“No” said Vig insolently.
“Fine” Sean settled back against the couch as if he was very interested in the Maori Documentary that was on. Finally he snapped, with barely a thought he launched himself at Viggo. Vig squealed a very un Aragornish squeal and tried to get away. Dark and fair were reasonably matched as they hit the floor with a thud and wrestled for control. Viggo kept erupting in giggles.
“It’s not funny, give it back.” Sean tried not to join in the laughter, tried to keep his voice stern and intimidating. The harder he tried to be severe the more Viggo laughed and squirmed. Eventually, each man was out of breath, and rapidly becoming aware that heat was pooling downward to their individual groins, making each pair of trousers uncomfortably tight.
Fuck both thought at the same time.
God thought Vig, he must know, he must have felt my hard. Fuck. This is not what I planned. Trying to catch Sean’s eye to see if he had, in fact, felt it.
Sean studiously avoided Vig’s eyes. Too concerned that Viggo might notice his own aroused state, Sean was unaware of Viggo’s similar predicament. He tried to disentangle himself from Viggo. I’ve got to get up, Get up Sean, for Christ sake move, move, he’s going to think you’re a bloody pervy twat. He noted that both of them were breathing heavily. Sean found that every movement brought him perilously close to rubbing his crotch against some part of Viggo. Everything slowed to a crawl and his brain registered each nuance. Fuck Viggo, smells good -- like sunshine and cut grass. Mmm Chest hair crinkles under my hand when I press against his shirt. God he feels warm. Sean tried to clear his head and figure out how he could get himself out of this situation. Get your sorry arse back safely on the couch watch the sodding match.
Decision made, he put his hand on Vig’s shoulder and tried to push himself up causing the remote to dig into Viggo’s back. Viggo jerked upward causing his hard to rub firmly and directly across Sean’s. Both men momentarily froze and then the contact was too much for Sean, ”nnrrgggh a moan escaped from deep in his throat.
In that moment everything changed. Viggo saw the desire turn to disgust in Sean’s eyes, before he looked away. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Sean look at me. I felt it too, Sean. Fuck. I wanted to feel it. Don’t hate me. Talk to me, how can I make it okay again?
Sean pushed away from Viggo forcefully, stood and held out his hand.
“Now give me the fucking remote” he growled. I’ve got to get back to what I know, back to what’s right. God you felt good. I miss your warmth already. Shut it Bean, it’s Viggo for Christ sake. Viggo! A man you twat. You fucking love women, love *fucking* women – too much by all accounts – not men. God I want to touch you again.
Viggo lifted himself off the remote, defiantly not bothering to cover up his aroused state and threw it to Sean.
“I need a drink,” he said quietly, “you?”
“Ummpf”, Sean grunted in the affirmative as he turned the game back on. I’ve lost my sodding mind. My body’s betrayed me and I’ve lost my mind.
“Sean?” Viggo asked haltingly as he handed him a scotch thinking it would be better at this point than a beer.
“I’m not talking about this Vig.” Sean growled, and then he softened his tone continued, “Let’s just watch the game and have a drink, ok?” and continued not to look at Viggo.
Viggo settled on the opposite end of the couch, the amber liquid burned his throat matching the burn that pounded in his chest.
TBC
Author: Rocketbalm
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Sean finds himself betrayed by his mind and body.
Content/warnings: ANGST
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: A work of my modestly twisted mind -- complete fiction. Never happened. Don’t know these people, sadly all in my imagination.
Chapter 6 - Betrayal
Waiting for Viggo to arrive with dinner, Sean closed his eyes trying to unwind, knowing a nap would be a stretch. It took concentration to slow his breathing and he soon began to drift – not really asleep, just relax enough to let his thoughts surface unhindered. Abby furious with him for staying out at the pub. Viggo driving him home and letting him crash on the couch. Mel calling him irresponsible when he showed up late to the Molly’s recital. Abby demanding answers to questions he didn’t have answers to. Viggo letting him find his own answers in his own time, unquestioning. Viggo curled next to him on the couch, earphones on, listening to music and sketching while Sean watched the telly. Viggo crushing him in a hug. His quirk of using all his senses to remember a moment – fixing him with his deep blue eyes, inhaling deeply as if he was breathing in Sean’s scent and ever so slightly dragging a wayward thumb softly across his spine, and then, simply listening. Viggo, just being Viggo…. Sean sat up abruptly shaking his head. Fuck… he thought, back in familiar territory of late. This happens, he tried to reassure himself. Having a crush on a man was not unfamiliar to Sean. It happened sometimes when you worked closely with someone. It happened at RADA and again on Sharpe. Never with your best mate. The thought made Sean groan. Maybe he’d just tell Vig, they’d have a good laugh, grab a pint and move on. What if he gets mad? Nah, its Viggo, he never get’s mad. What if he does? What if I fuck this up too? Just say nothing and stopped acting like such a girl. Sean took a deep breath and went to get a beer out of the fridge. Settling back on the couch, he gulped a third of the bottle and thought, Where the fuck was Viggo… the game’s about to start.
At that moment the door flew open Viggo breezed in with a grin.
“You’re late, wanker” grumbled Sean.
“It’s just starting, keep your pants on.” Viggo replied cheerfully. As he slid the beer in the fridge, he notices Sean hesitate, open his mouth as if to speak and then shut it abruptly, at his comment. Kicking off his shoes he walked barefoot over to where Sean was sitting and placed the take out on the table in front of the couch. “I cook all day over a hot stove and this is the only welcome I get?” cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips for a kiss.
Sean’s head snapped up -- what the fu… and then Viggo flashed a wolfish grin as his eyes glinted with humour. It’s nothing, he’s just takin the piss… act normal for Christ sake.
“Get some plates and then sit down you’re ruinin’ the bloody atmosphere.”
“Somebody took their grumpy pills today” Viggo cocked his head and studied his friend. “What’s up?”
“Nothin’, hungry that’s all.” Ducking the question Sean crossed his arms and wedged himself further into the couch.
“Se-an?” Viggo dragged his name out questioning and cajoling.
“Shut it Vig, I just want eat and watch the match.” realizing he was over reacting, Sean tried to smile, “Can we do that?” Careful now or he’s really gonna know something’s up.
Something is definitely up. Viggo thought as he grabbed plates and cutlery and served up the curry take-out he brought. Glancing at Sean with his arms wrapped tightly around himself and jammed into the corner of the couch, definitely up.
Sean watched the TV and Viggo watched Sean. He was just a little bit off. What is going on in that gorgeous blond head of yours? You are so on edge. Thought Viggo. Part of him filled with dread, fearing the worst may have happened. That Sean would have had guessed Viggo’s growing feelings toward him and now Sean didn’t know how to act around him. Fuck, what are you thinking… give me something to go on here Sean.
Every now and then when Sean thought Viggo couldn’t see him he slid his eyes over and stared at Viggo intently. Viggo knew. God I can feel your eyes burning into me. I need to know. Now or never… and with that Viggo grabbed the remote from Sean, changed the channel and hid it behind his back.
“What the fuck are ye doing? Come on Vig give it back,” Growled Sean trying to reach around Vig to get the remote.
“Tell me what’s up and I’ll give it back” he grinned wriggling away.
Sean’s green eyes grew dark and bore into him. “I said leave it Viggo. Now turn the match back on.”
“No” said Vig insolently.
“Fine” Sean settled back against the couch as if he was very interested in the Maori Documentary that was on. Finally he snapped, with barely a thought he launched himself at Viggo. Vig squealed a very un Aragornish squeal and tried to get away. Dark and fair were reasonably matched as they hit the floor with a thud and wrestled for control. Viggo kept erupting in giggles.
“It’s not funny, give it back.” Sean tried not to join in the laughter, tried to keep his voice stern and intimidating. The harder he tried to be severe the more Viggo laughed and squirmed. Eventually, each man was out of breath, and rapidly becoming aware that heat was pooling downward to their individual groins, making each pair of trousers uncomfortably tight.
Fuck both thought at the same time.
God thought Vig, he must know, he must have felt my hard. Fuck. This is not what I planned. Trying to catch Sean’s eye to see if he had, in fact, felt it.
Sean studiously avoided Vig’s eyes. Too concerned that Viggo might notice his own aroused state, Sean was unaware of Viggo’s similar predicament. He tried to disentangle himself from Viggo. I’ve got to get up, Get up Sean, for Christ sake move, move, he’s going to think you’re a bloody pervy twat. He noted that both of them were breathing heavily. Sean found that every movement brought him perilously close to rubbing his crotch against some part of Viggo. Everything slowed to a crawl and his brain registered each nuance. Fuck Viggo, smells good -- like sunshine and cut grass. Mmm Chest hair crinkles under my hand when I press against his shirt. God he feels warm. Sean tried to clear his head and figure out how he could get himself out of this situation. Get your sorry arse back safely on the couch watch the sodding match.
Decision made, he put his hand on Vig’s shoulder and tried to push himself up causing the remote to dig into Viggo’s back. Viggo jerked upward causing his hard to rub firmly and directly across Sean’s. Both men momentarily froze and then the contact was too much for Sean, ”nnrrgggh a moan escaped from deep in his throat.
In that moment everything changed. Viggo saw the desire turn to disgust in Sean’s eyes, before he looked away. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Sean look at me. I felt it too, Sean. Fuck. I wanted to feel it. Don’t hate me. Talk to me, how can I make it okay again?
Sean pushed away from Viggo forcefully, stood and held out his hand.
“Now give me the fucking remote” he growled. I’ve got to get back to what I know, back to what’s right. God you felt good. I miss your warmth already. Shut it Bean, it’s Viggo for Christ sake. Viggo! A man you twat. You fucking love women, love *fucking* women – too much by all accounts – not men. God I want to touch you again.
Viggo lifted himself off the remote, defiantly not bothering to cover up his aroused state and threw it to Sean.
“I need a drink,” he said quietly, “you?”
“Ummpf”, Sean grunted in the affirmative as he turned the game back on. I’ve lost my sodding mind. My body’s betrayed me and I’ve lost my mind.
“Sean?” Viggo asked haltingly as he handed him a scotch thinking it would be better at this point than a beer.
“I’m not talking about this Vig.” Sean growled, and then he softened his tone continued, “Let’s just watch the game and have a drink, ok?” and continued not to look at Viggo.
Viggo settled on the opposite end of the couch, the amber liquid burned his throat matching the burn that pounded in his chest.
TBC
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Date: 2005-09-14 09:40 am (UTC)*more please*
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Date: 2005-09-15 03:55 am (UTC)cheers, rb
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Date: 2005-09-15 03:54 am (UTC)I like your thinking, but then there wouldn't be 5 more chapters of fic now would there... hee hee. Kiss coming up -- but not what you're expecting, I suspect :-)
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Date: 2005-09-14 10:45 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2005-09-15 03:51 am (UTC)cheers, rb
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Date: 2005-09-14 11:13 pm (UTC)Re: Hello
Date: 2005-09-15 03:49 am (UTC)Glad you liked it.
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