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rugbytackleAuthor: Ashlyn K. Toliver
E-mail: KTR525@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Type: RPS
Pairing: Sean B./Viggo M.
Warnings: Naughty language, etc.
Disclaimer: Didn’t happen. Never met the gentlemen in question and know nothing about their sexual proclivities, but that doesn’t mean I can’t well imagine something like this.
Summary: What happened after Sean’s ‘adventures’ in Albuquerque…?
A/N: This was inspired by an interview with Sean when asked “Last time you got really angry?” Just because I’m a perverted strumpet, these thoughts started racing through my mind. Thanks to my slashy sister Anne for e-mailing me this…
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Sean slammed the door of the Bentley with a loud and resounding curse as he furiously snatched up his two suitcases, cursing a blue streak at the idiocy of airport security in general.
Yet another reason he hated to fly.
I don’t care how much money any studio offers me, I’ll never shoot a bloody film in New Mexico, he vowed to himself as he stomped up the stairs to the home he seldom saw, mumbling invectives against the ‘bloody jack-booted imbeciles’ he’d long since left behind.
Before he could put the key in the lock, the door swung open wide and there stood six-feet of tousled reddish-gold haired Dane with delectable white wings by the temples in a shirt that would have served better as a dust rag (and would as soon as said man wasn’t looking) and a pair of jeans that may have been indigo once but now looked like a nightmarish Rorschach test. As usual, the long, lean feet were bare.
“Sean,” Viggo said, his smile of relief instantly morphing into a look of concern seeing the look of sheer pissed-off-ness on his lover’s face. “What happened? I thought you were due in hours ago.”
“I was,” the green-eyed Brit snapped. “But it seems all that Homeland security shite you yanks have going on over there is getting just a wee bit out of hand.”
Viggo took the suitcases from Sean’s hands and set them down in the foyer. “I did warn you it can be a bitch sometimes.”
“All I did was have a bloody fookin’ cigarette, for chrissakes,” Sean shouted in frustration. “I’d already gone through all the checkpoints. I just stepped out to have a bit of a smoke while I was waiting then the next thing you know, ‘Mr. Bean, we need to do another full body search…’”
As angry as he was about the situation, Viggo couldn’t help chortle at the thought of his lover being asked to strip down and be searched. “So, did they ask you to bend over?”
The look on Sean’s face was murderous, but Viggo simply ignored it – one of the few people who could and get away with it.
Sean was not in the mood; mad as hell and sex was the farthest thing from his mind. “Listen here you grinning Danish bastard, there’s only one person who’s allowed to see my ass in the air, much less stick something up in it, and some uniformed little prick on a personal power trip isn’t one of them!”
“Do you mean that?”
“What,” Sean snapped, completely clueless as to the provocative words that had just spilled from his lips.
“That I’m the only one allowed to see your ass?”
Sean just shook his head in amazement. “How is it that you can think of sex when I just went through one of the most embarrassing points in my life?”
“Simple,” Viggo replied smoothly as he wickedly assessed his lover with lusty blue eyes, taking in every inch of the elegantly tailored trousers and cashmere v-neck. Even rumpled from a thirteen-plus hour trip, Sean still managed to look like he’d just stepped out of GQ. “It’s been three weeks and you look really hot when you’re angry.”
“You’re a fookin’ pervert, Mortensen.”
Viggo chuckled. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Silence as Sean leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, looking at Viggo from beneath shadowed eyes.
“Three weeks, huh?”
“Yeah.
Sean absently ran his fingers through his hair, his tongue snaking out to touch that upper lip and Viggo’s already rampant libido kicked in high-gear. No matter how many times he’d seen Sean do that, it never failed to arouse him. Sometimes he wondered if the Brit fully understood the erotic power contained within that one little gesture.
“Fine,” Sean said quietly, decisively, eyes glittering dangerously in the afternoon light. “But this time, I get to top.”
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Later, after the initial hunger had been sated, Viggo asked sleepily, “So what happened after they asked to search you again?”
Sean rolled over, laying his head on Viggo’s chest. “Nothing much really. I just told ‘em that I didn’t want to get on their fucking plane anyway and next thing I know, I’m being escorted out of the airport by New Mexico’s finest.”
That made Viggo nearly double up in hysterics.
“Well, I’m glad you find it so bloody amusing,” Sean pouted sourly.
“See what happens when you play villains all the time,” Viggo cackled in spite of Sean’s elbow connecting with his ribs. “People take it seriously. By the way, that hurt.”
Sean looked far from contrite. “Sorry lover, involuntary response.”
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Date: 2005-09-26 03:32 am (UTC)“Nothing much really. I just told ‘em that I didn’t want to get on their fucking plane anyway and next thing I know, I’m being escorted out of the airport by New Mexico’s finest.”
Best(funniest) line. Tis made my night.
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Date: 2005-09-26 04:33 am (UTC)The funny thing is that Sean actually said it. I love that sexy Bean temper.
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Date: 2005-10-12 07:46 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for sharing it!
xx
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Date: 2005-10-12 08:32 pm (UTC)