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rugbytackleTitle: The Best Laid Plans… (Part 1/2)
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: maybe R (for this part)
Author: jenolas
Summary: Sean is annoyed when his plans for a nice surprise for Viggo’s birthday hit many obstacles, one of which is particularly unpleasant.
A/N: This is an attempt at a more angsty romance fic. Not my usual choice of subject matter, but definitely a challenging one.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It never happened and nothing is implied about the lifestyle choices of the men.
The Best Laid Plans…. Part 1
Sean had discovered, with the help of his elder daughters and their internet access, that most of the Rings cast was currently either working or on vacation in the America, a definite rarity these days so long after New Zealand, and a timely one he had been determined to use to his advantage.
In a nice orderly fashion, like everything else he did, be it the laundry or an interview of some kind, Sean had planned every detail of his trip to perfection. At his insistence, his agent had cancelled a few really unnecessary appearances and rearranged his none too busy schedule to allow him to spend some time with his girls before flying to LA. They were now back with their mothers, leaving Sean free to spend the six week break he had taken from work alone with Viggo who, as it happened, was also between projects at present.
Sean knew Viggo would be expecting a late night call from his lover, and no doubt some very hot phone sex into the bargain. After all, it was the artist’s birthday. In previous years that had often been the best they could do due to various work and family commitments, but their children were older now and had their own lives to lead. And both Sean and Viggo had done the hard yards and reached the stage in their careers where they could pick and choose when to work.
Viggo often mentioned that he missed the impromptu dinners and parties that were common occurrences during the filming of “Rings”, and ever willing to ensure his lover’s happiness, Sean decided that what his lover needed was a small gathering of his seldom seen friends to help him celebrate his birthday. Without Viggo’s knowledge, invitations had been issued and accepted by each and every one with heartfelt and sincere enthusiasm. Sean was practically bursting with anticipation and nervous excitement as he rode to the airport. The thought of seeing Viggo in less than a day made his heart race and he didn’t give a fuck that he was wearing one of those sappy grins he had seen on the kid’s faces when another teenage crush was in the air. Only this was no crush, it was a soul deep, strong and enduring love. Sean had given his heart into Viggo’s keeping forever and received his lover’s in return.
Opportunities for them to be together as a couple arose very infrequently and this one had come not a moment too soon, in Sean’s opinion. This year after some very nice, but unsatisfying long distance loving on his own birthday, Sean felt that he had had his fill of words whispered seductively down the phone line and his own hand. He missed Viggo too much; his body needed and craved the Dane’s loving touch, and the feel of his arms and his heart and soul. Henry was going to stay with his mother for a few months and after the party then it would be time for a very private celebration for two.
That had been the original plan, but even before he left the United Kingdom the rot had set in, thwarting Sean’s carefully prepared itinerary. Mother England apparently did not want to let one of her favourite sons escape, and had shrouded the airport in a dense fog that delayed flights for three hours. Despite sitting around for a good part of his time on any movie set, Sean had little patience when it came to waiting around in the airport lounge. Perhaps because he had ample time to consider the risk he was taking by boarding a piece of flying metal machinery, but at least in this case, Sean had accepted the delay with good grace. He knew full well he had no intention of getting on a plane when the pilot, no matter how skilled, or how many technological aids he had to hand, could not see out of the bloody cockpit window.
Fortunately, Sean had managed to sleep most of the flight and when he arrived in LA he had partaken of only a few of the relaxing beverages that eased his fear of flying. There was the usual long delay as he passed through the extensive and thorough security checks, a necessary evil in the current world climate, Sean was forced to concede, all the while objecting to the invasion of his privacy.
Once past the checkpoints, it should have been clear sailing, so to speak, but for the fact that the airline lost Sean’s baggage. He had spent good half hour waiting at the luggage carousel only to come away empty-handed and on a very short fuse. Another hour, much inventive cursing and numerous claim forms later, he was assured that his bags would be forwarded by courier the moment they arrived from wherever it was they had been mistakenly sent.
With all the delays he has experienced so far, Sean was thankful that he had not accepted Henry’s offer to pick him up from the airport. The young man would have been absent so long that Viggo would have spent the night worrying where the hell his son, who would not have missed his father’s birthday party for the world, had gone. Sean was glad his lover was spared that anguish, and the concern he would feel had he known he was flying today. All in all it was a secret well kept.
With the baggage problem resolved, and despite his face reflecting a mood that was just this side of dark, Sean was finally free to make his way to the car hire desk to pick up the keys for his rental. He had been tempted to select something exotic, but since he only needed the transport for the night, he had opted for a simple sedan.
“Aye, Sean Bean is me name,” he confirmed, showing his credit card to the clerk who typed in the name and then looked apologetically up at the Brit.
“I am sorry, sir, there appears to be no record of your having booked a car with us,” she said as she studied the computer screen once more.
“Must be some mistake. Check again, lass,” he suggested in his best mannered voice although he was seething with a rage that was growing as fast as time was slipping away.
The young woman could still not find the information and Sean, now openly furious, demanded to see the manager. He rarely used his celebrity, (or his cold blooded killer voice) to his own benefit, but decided to make an exception in this case. A few minutes later a very apologetic and nervous manager handed over the keys to a smart looking convertible and escorted him to the pick up point. Sean did not believe for a minute the claim that this was the only car available, but he accepted it nonetheless, along with assurances that only the standard hiring rate would apply.
Sean felt a twinge of guilt for scaring the man with his outburst, but consoled himself with the knowledge that the vehicle he was offered was much more to his tastes than his original choice. It was almost a shame that it would be returned whenever he and Viggo finally left their bed the next day.
The image of a naked Viggo, not in bed but bent over the hood, writhing in ecstasy while Sean fucked him was a very pleasant distraction. Suddenly eager to suit his actions to several variations of that particular scenario, and finding his jeans to be far too tight as a result of such delightfully lecherous thoughts, Sean drove off, relieved to finally be cruising down the highway towards his LA home, and his lover.
The warmth of the evening summer breeze ruffling his hair as he drove with the top of the convertible open had an almost soothing effect on the irritated man who had had his patience and his temper pushed to the limit ever since early morning and Sean felt himself finally beginning to relax.
“Fuck!” Sean swore, emphasising his frustration by slamming his open palms against the steering wheel when the car came to a stop. He had turned the corner onto the side road and was forced to screech to a halt to avoid running into the stationary line of cars. The red and blue lights flashing brightly against the dark of the night sky warned of emergency vehicles and offered an explanation for the road being blocked.
“So much for this fucking birthday surprise,” Sean muttered bitterly, his good mood vanishing in the face of this latest setback. He had left the airport several hours behind schedule and was still wondering what he had done to deserve such misfortune. Why was it that despite his best intentions, Sean now seemed destined to miss the party entirely? Bloody hell! He would be lucky to make it home before Viggo’s next birthday the way things were falling apart.
Unfortunately there was nothing he could do at the moment, his patience being a virtue that was wearing very thin as the night progressed. Feeling the need for a smoke and to hell with his current attempt to give the habit up, Sean stepped out of the car, leaning casually against the open door and took a long drag on his cigarette as he watched the drama up ahead.
It was hard to see in the dark and rather than continue squinting, Sean turned his attention to his watch, looking at the time for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the past half hour. Half bloody eleven! Sean muttered a few more curses under his breath and wondered how much longer the delay would be. He smiled when his unasked question was answered unexpectedly.
“The road should be cleared in a few more minutes, folks,” a bobby, no make that police officer, Sean reminded himself, called through a megaphone as he moved down the line of cars. “Nice looking piece of machinery,” he said conversationally, eyeing the metallic blue car Sean was still casually leaning against.
“Aye, but it’s a rental, not mine, more's the pity,” Sean told him. “Must have been a bad accident,” he added, inclining his head in the direction of the still flashing lights.
“Yeah, drunk driver. One fatality, and several badly injured,” the police officer, answered with a sad shake of his head. “Drive safely, sir,” he cautioned as he strode away. Sean knew he was not over the limit and he recognised that in the face of this tragedy, his day had not been so bad after all.
Loud voices, louder music and raucous, drunken laughter coming from the open windows assailed his ears as he drove up to the house that he and Viggo called home, or at least one of them. What must the neighbours think of the racket, and would they object to the loud music and perhaps the screams of ecstasy that would come later? Any objections would fall on deaf ears because once he and Viggo were alone, the rest of the world would disappear leaving them enjoy each other in every way possible. His cock certainly agreed and showed its eagerness to greet its partner, forcing Sean to adjust his jeans again before he quietly opened the front door.
No one heard him drop his bag near the hall table on which he placed his keys, and no one noticed him when first stepped into the living room, nor when the colour drained from his face at the sight of another’s arms around his Viggo, another’s tongue in his mouth, another’s hips grinding erotically against the obvious bulge in Viggo’s jeans. As heartbreaking as the scene was, Sean felt as if his very soul had been torn from his body when he heard his lover moan another’s name.
“NO! Please God, NO!” Sean screamed, his voice filled with a mix of rage and jealousy, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow and the pain of betrayal.
tbc
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: maybe R (for this part)
Author: jenolas
Summary: Sean is annoyed when his plans for a nice surprise for Viggo’s birthday hit many obstacles, one of which is particularly unpleasant.
A/N: This is an attempt at a more angsty romance fic. Not my usual choice of subject matter, but definitely a challenging one.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It never happened and nothing is implied about the lifestyle choices of the men.
The Best Laid Plans…. Part 1
Sean had discovered, with the help of his elder daughters and their internet access, that most of the Rings cast was currently either working or on vacation in the America, a definite rarity these days so long after New Zealand, and a timely one he had been determined to use to his advantage.
In a nice orderly fashion, like everything else he did, be it the laundry or an interview of some kind, Sean had planned every detail of his trip to perfection. At his insistence, his agent had cancelled a few really unnecessary appearances and rearranged his none too busy schedule to allow him to spend some time with his girls before flying to LA. They were now back with their mothers, leaving Sean free to spend the six week break he had taken from work alone with Viggo who, as it happened, was also between projects at present.
Sean knew Viggo would be expecting a late night call from his lover, and no doubt some very hot phone sex into the bargain. After all, it was the artist’s birthday. In previous years that had often been the best they could do due to various work and family commitments, but their children were older now and had their own lives to lead. And both Sean and Viggo had done the hard yards and reached the stage in their careers where they could pick and choose when to work.
Viggo often mentioned that he missed the impromptu dinners and parties that were common occurrences during the filming of “Rings”, and ever willing to ensure his lover’s happiness, Sean decided that what his lover needed was a small gathering of his seldom seen friends to help him celebrate his birthday. Without Viggo’s knowledge, invitations had been issued and accepted by each and every one with heartfelt and sincere enthusiasm. Sean was practically bursting with anticipation and nervous excitement as he rode to the airport. The thought of seeing Viggo in less than a day made his heart race and he didn’t give a fuck that he was wearing one of those sappy grins he had seen on the kid’s faces when another teenage crush was in the air. Only this was no crush, it was a soul deep, strong and enduring love. Sean had given his heart into Viggo’s keeping forever and received his lover’s in return.
Opportunities for them to be together as a couple arose very infrequently and this one had come not a moment too soon, in Sean’s opinion. This year after some very nice, but unsatisfying long distance loving on his own birthday, Sean felt that he had had his fill of words whispered seductively down the phone line and his own hand. He missed Viggo too much; his body needed and craved the Dane’s loving touch, and the feel of his arms and his heart and soul. Henry was going to stay with his mother for a few months and after the party then it would be time for a very private celebration for two.
That had been the original plan, but even before he left the United Kingdom the rot had set in, thwarting Sean’s carefully prepared itinerary. Mother England apparently did not want to let one of her favourite sons escape, and had shrouded the airport in a dense fog that delayed flights for three hours. Despite sitting around for a good part of his time on any movie set, Sean had little patience when it came to waiting around in the airport lounge. Perhaps because he had ample time to consider the risk he was taking by boarding a piece of flying metal machinery, but at least in this case, Sean had accepted the delay with good grace. He knew full well he had no intention of getting on a plane when the pilot, no matter how skilled, or how many technological aids he had to hand, could not see out of the bloody cockpit window.
Fortunately, Sean had managed to sleep most of the flight and when he arrived in LA he had partaken of only a few of the relaxing beverages that eased his fear of flying. There was the usual long delay as he passed through the extensive and thorough security checks, a necessary evil in the current world climate, Sean was forced to concede, all the while objecting to the invasion of his privacy.
Once past the checkpoints, it should have been clear sailing, so to speak, but for the fact that the airline lost Sean’s baggage. He had spent good half hour waiting at the luggage carousel only to come away empty-handed and on a very short fuse. Another hour, much inventive cursing and numerous claim forms later, he was assured that his bags would be forwarded by courier the moment they arrived from wherever it was they had been mistakenly sent.
With all the delays he has experienced so far, Sean was thankful that he had not accepted Henry’s offer to pick him up from the airport. The young man would have been absent so long that Viggo would have spent the night worrying where the hell his son, who would not have missed his father’s birthday party for the world, had gone. Sean was glad his lover was spared that anguish, and the concern he would feel had he known he was flying today. All in all it was a secret well kept.
With the baggage problem resolved, and despite his face reflecting a mood that was just this side of dark, Sean was finally free to make his way to the car hire desk to pick up the keys for his rental. He had been tempted to select something exotic, but since he only needed the transport for the night, he had opted for a simple sedan.
“Aye, Sean Bean is me name,” he confirmed, showing his credit card to the clerk who typed in the name and then looked apologetically up at the Brit.
“I am sorry, sir, there appears to be no record of your having booked a car with us,” she said as she studied the computer screen once more.
“Must be some mistake. Check again, lass,” he suggested in his best mannered voice although he was seething with a rage that was growing as fast as time was slipping away.
The young woman could still not find the information and Sean, now openly furious, demanded to see the manager. He rarely used his celebrity, (or his cold blooded killer voice) to his own benefit, but decided to make an exception in this case. A few minutes later a very apologetic and nervous manager handed over the keys to a smart looking convertible and escorted him to the pick up point. Sean did not believe for a minute the claim that this was the only car available, but he accepted it nonetheless, along with assurances that only the standard hiring rate would apply.
Sean felt a twinge of guilt for scaring the man with his outburst, but consoled himself with the knowledge that the vehicle he was offered was much more to his tastes than his original choice. It was almost a shame that it would be returned whenever he and Viggo finally left their bed the next day.
The image of a naked Viggo, not in bed but bent over the hood, writhing in ecstasy while Sean fucked him was a very pleasant distraction. Suddenly eager to suit his actions to several variations of that particular scenario, and finding his jeans to be far too tight as a result of such delightfully lecherous thoughts, Sean drove off, relieved to finally be cruising down the highway towards his LA home, and his lover.
The warmth of the evening summer breeze ruffling his hair as he drove with the top of the convertible open had an almost soothing effect on the irritated man who had had his patience and his temper pushed to the limit ever since early morning and Sean felt himself finally beginning to relax.
“Fuck!” Sean swore, emphasising his frustration by slamming his open palms against the steering wheel when the car came to a stop. He had turned the corner onto the side road and was forced to screech to a halt to avoid running into the stationary line of cars. The red and blue lights flashing brightly against the dark of the night sky warned of emergency vehicles and offered an explanation for the road being blocked.
“So much for this fucking birthday surprise,” Sean muttered bitterly, his good mood vanishing in the face of this latest setback. He had left the airport several hours behind schedule and was still wondering what he had done to deserve such misfortune. Why was it that despite his best intentions, Sean now seemed destined to miss the party entirely? Bloody hell! He would be lucky to make it home before Viggo’s next birthday the way things were falling apart.
Unfortunately there was nothing he could do at the moment, his patience being a virtue that was wearing very thin as the night progressed. Feeling the need for a smoke and to hell with his current attempt to give the habit up, Sean stepped out of the car, leaning casually against the open door and took a long drag on his cigarette as he watched the drama up ahead.
It was hard to see in the dark and rather than continue squinting, Sean turned his attention to his watch, looking at the time for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the past half hour. Half bloody eleven! Sean muttered a few more curses under his breath and wondered how much longer the delay would be. He smiled when his unasked question was answered unexpectedly.
“The road should be cleared in a few more minutes, folks,” a bobby, no make that police officer, Sean reminded himself, called through a megaphone as he moved down the line of cars. “Nice looking piece of machinery,” he said conversationally, eyeing the metallic blue car Sean was still casually leaning against.
“Aye, but it’s a rental, not mine, more's the pity,” Sean told him. “Must have been a bad accident,” he added, inclining his head in the direction of the still flashing lights.
“Yeah, drunk driver. One fatality, and several badly injured,” the police officer, answered with a sad shake of his head. “Drive safely, sir,” he cautioned as he strode away. Sean knew he was not over the limit and he recognised that in the face of this tragedy, his day had not been so bad after all.
Loud voices, louder music and raucous, drunken laughter coming from the open windows assailed his ears as he drove up to the house that he and Viggo called home, or at least one of them. What must the neighbours think of the racket, and would they object to the loud music and perhaps the screams of ecstasy that would come later? Any objections would fall on deaf ears because once he and Viggo were alone, the rest of the world would disappear leaving them enjoy each other in every way possible. His cock certainly agreed and showed its eagerness to greet its partner, forcing Sean to adjust his jeans again before he quietly opened the front door.
No one heard him drop his bag near the hall table on which he placed his keys, and no one noticed him when first stepped into the living room, nor when the colour drained from his face at the sight of another’s arms around his Viggo, another’s tongue in his mouth, another’s hips grinding erotically against the obvious bulge in Viggo’s jeans. As heartbreaking as the scene was, Sean felt as if his very soul had been torn from his body when he heard his lover moan another’s name.
“NO! Please God, NO!” Sean screamed, his voice filled with a mix of rage and jealousy, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow and the pain of betrayal.
tbc
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Date: 2005-10-09 01:30 pm (UTC)Poor Beanie! :(
Though I sure hope this is just one really bad nightmare and not really happening!
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Date: 2005-10-09 03:25 pm (UTC)Hello
Date: 2005-10-09 08:24 pm (UTC)Re: Hello
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Date: 2005-10-10 07:53 pm (UTC)*checks last lines*
*frets*
It was all going so nicely...
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Date: 2005-10-10 08:37 pm (UTC)Hope this will turn out to be a misunderstanding...
Can't wait to read more!
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Date: 2005-10-10 10:59 pm (UTC)