FIC: Two Hearts, One Home (R) Ch3
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rugbytackleTitle: Two Hearts, One Home
Rating: R
Pairing: VM/SB
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of total fiction. I make no claim as to the lifestyle choices of these lovely men.
Summary: Viggo and Sean resolve an issue that has begun to trouble their relationship.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3. Paintings and Photos
The phone had rung at least twice more while Viggo and Sean were otherwise occupied in the shower, a sure sign that there was some urgency to contact one of them, at least to Sean’s way of thinking. Viggo did not share his concern, but nonetheless agreed to check the messages while Sean made breakfast. The caller turned out to be the gallery manager, informing Viggo that a collector was interested in purchasing one or two of his pieces and wanted to discuss his offer with the artist in person. As excited as he was at the prospect of making a sale, Viggo was reluctant to leave Sean, especially after berating him for being away so often. It was rather hypocritical, he thought, but Sean didn’t, he simply understood and insisted Viggo do what he must, telling his beloved artist how proud he was of his talent and how eager he was to see him reap the rewards of his hard work.
That had been several hours ago and in the mean time Sean had busied himself with a few mundane domestic chores, seeing to his unpacking, the laundry, his houseplants and the like. When he had finished, he made a nice cup of tea and headed for the studio where Viggo’s desk was to be found, if one knew where to look, Sean snickered to himself as he stood in the doorway and studied the mayhem of his lover’s creative world. The several month’s worth of mail that he was certain had accumulated in the face of Viggo’s disinterest in printed matter of that type, was easily spotted and soon subject to Sean’s scrutiny.
He was surprised to see that an attempt at sorting had apparently been made, in other words there was on old shoe box marked “Sean” that contained all the unopened letters that a cursory glance revealed to be those with transparent windows that usually signified a bill or an account of some kind. Spread over a clutter of papers, paintbrushes and a variety of bits and pieces were many others, apparently of more importance and interest to Viggo because they were all opened.
Much of this disordered array that did not even warrant a container of any type and consisted of advertising brochures, many of which had sections carefully cut out. The only explanation Sean could imagine for such an act of destruction was that the colourful pieces had ended up somewhere in his lover’s paintings. The remainder of the letters were requests for donations to one charity or another and several of these had dollar amounts scrawled on them in Viggo’s unique hand. Sean loved that Viggo was caring and generous to the less fortunate or causes he believed in, but he could not help a small sigh of exasperation at his lover’s idea of priorities in regards to his household finances when the first windowed envelope he opened was a final demand for the electricity to be paid.
The sound of a key turning in the lock followed by the closing of the door registered Viggo’s return only briefly somewhere in the back of Sean’s mind as he continued to sort through the correspondence.
“Watcha doing?” Viggo drawled as he enfolded Sean around the shoulders from behind and leant down to nibble on his ear lobe. Sean shivered as the warm breath sent a tingle down his spine and he tilted his head into the touch in a silent plea for more. Viggo was very willing and happy to oblige.
“Sewing a bloody quilt cover, what does it look like?” Sean replied, drawing away and waving the bill in the air. Viggo took the offending item from his hand and read it.
“Hmm, they get a little aggravated when you forget to pay,” he commented on the stilted wording that was not particularly friendly.
“How can you forget to pay when you haven’t even opened the letter or letters?” Sean asked, with a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice as he spotted two more from the utility company that were likewise unread.
“Well, you have a point,” Viggo was forced to agree. “I guess it’s lucky you came home and found them before they cut off the supply.”
“Christ you can be fucking annoying and irresponsible sometimes!” Sean was angry at Viggo’s carefree approach but his ire melted quickly beneath the rain of soft kisses that were now trailing along the back of his neck.
“So I’ll pay it, and promise to open all my mail in future…problem solved,” Viggo replied, his lips not moving from Sean’s deliciously soft skin. He took the letter and threw it on top of “Sean’s” pile so that he could pull his lover into his arms.
“Mmm… see that you do,” Sean moaned against the lips that captured his in a deeply passionate kiss. All thoughts of anything but each other quickly vanished as the lovers plundered each other’s mouths, and simply relished the closeness of their bodies as they shared tender caresses.
“Fuck I missed this, missed being able to hold you, to touch you whenever I wanted or needed to,” Sean admitted, whispering breathlessly when they finally parted. The smile in Viggo’s eyes was answer enough as he rested his head on the strong shoulder, the better to savour the pleasure of being wrapped in Sean’s arms. They stayed that way, content to merely be able to breathe the same air, watch the same darkening of the room as twilight fell, to be in each other’s presence until the need for food broke the mood.
“Come on Viggo, leave the dishes,” Sean called impatiently from the living room where he had set up the disc of downloaded photos he had taken while in London on the dvd player. He had cooked dinner, making the cleaning up Viggo’s task and fortunately it was one of the few domestic chores the artist willingly completed.
“They are not real photos, you know, Sean,” Viggo declared as he sat on the sofa next to his lover and snuggled up close. Much to Viggo’s disgust, Sean’s daughters had given their dad a digital camera for his recent birthday.
“You may not think so, but they look damn good to me. Besides, you can always take ‘real’ photos whenever you want,” he replied reasonably.
“Later tonight?” Viggo asked, hopefully, his voice suddenly much more husky, the desire Sean heard in it matching the darkness of lust in his eyes.
“Are we planning on doing something photogenic then?” He asked with poorly feigned innocence.
“You know exactly what… or who… I plan on doing, and you are certainly very photogenic when your body is slicked with sweat and fully aroused,” Viggo whispered, grinning wickedly as he ran his hand lightly over the bulge in Sean’s track pants. With a great deal of willpower, Sean managed to remove Viggo’s hand and lift it to his lips.
“Haven’t we got enough of those kinds of photos?” he asked thinking that the gossip columnist would have a field day if ever they were burgled and the hundreds of pictures that could be considered pornographic fell into the wrong hands.
“I can never get enough of you my gorgeous Sean.” The not so subtle attempt at emotional bribery and the accompanying tweaking of a nipple worked in Viggo’s favour.
“In that case, my photos now, yours later,” Sean promised as he pressed the play button and turned his attention to the television screen.
A few of the pictures were taken on the set of Sean’s last project and Viggo had to admit that some were quite interesting in both composition and lighting and he said so, his complement pleasing Sean immensely. The remainder of the photos were naturally enough of Sean with his girls, some of the more candid shots making Viggo smile with happiness to see there was obviously much love between father and daughters.
“Your girls are truly beautiful, just like their dad,” he commented, smiling at the swell of pride he felt in Sean’s chest.
“Aye, but I am often reminded that they are now young ladies, not wee lasses,” he told Viggo who nodded in understanding, after all Henry preferred to be referred to as a young man rather than a boy.
“Is that Orlando?” He asked as Sean slowly scrolled through the next series of photos.
“Aye, he turned up one day just as I was leaving to take my gir… er …. young ladies out to dinner to celebrate Molly's birthday so we invited him along,” Sean explained, sharing a chuckle with Viggo at the slip of the tongue that no doubt would find them both in trouble on the odd occasion.
“Looks like you were all having a wonderful time,” Viggo said after a few moments of watching Orlando dancing with Sean’s daughters, all of them obviously enjoying themselves judging by the laughter and gestures of affection he could see. His smile vanished when he saw a shot of Orlando’s hand resting on Sean’s as he leant close to whisper something in his ear. There was an unmistakeable look of love in Sean’s eyes, the look that was one Viggo had seen often and that he thought reserved for him alone.
“What was that about?” he asked. Sean heard the hint of suspicion and jealousy in Viggo’s voice and was swift to set him straight.
“That, my love, is Orlando telling me how obvious it was that I was thinking of you. There is no need to be jealous if that is what you were doing.”
“I’m not jealous of your friendship with Orlando, I love the little shit like a son too. Besides you know that I trust you completely. It’s just that I envy the fact that he was there to celebrate with you when it should have been me. You and your daughters are part of my family and seeing you sharing those moments with him, or anyone else for that matter, really hurts.”
“I’m sorry, love. Hurting you is last thing I would ever want to do,” Sean said as he turned the dvd off and wrapped his arms comfortingly around his lover, claiming the lips that were offered to him in a kiss that left Viggo in no doubt as to exactly how much he was loved.
“I know, but what we share is so deep and strong and beautiful that sometimes I can’t believe it will last. I have never been as in love and happy as I am with you, Sean. I love you.”
“And I love you.” Sean’s kiss this time was meant to set them on fire.
Later that night, long after the afterglow of their love making had faded and Viggo had fallen into a sated sleep with his head resting just above Sean’s heart, Sean lay awake contemplating why the separation they endured due to their work was becoming an issue, and more importantly how the situation that was clearly troubling Viggo greatly could be resolved. In other instances in the past, divorce had been the answer for Sean, but even though they were not married, his commitment to Viggo was forever, and it was a vow he could not and would not break, to do so would cost him his heart and soul.
tbc
Rating: R
Pairing: VM/SB
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of total fiction. I make no claim as to the lifestyle choices of these lovely men.
Summary: Viggo and Sean resolve an issue that has begun to trouble their relationship.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3. Paintings and Photos
The phone had rung at least twice more while Viggo and Sean were otherwise occupied in the shower, a sure sign that there was some urgency to contact one of them, at least to Sean’s way of thinking. Viggo did not share his concern, but nonetheless agreed to check the messages while Sean made breakfast. The caller turned out to be the gallery manager, informing Viggo that a collector was interested in purchasing one or two of his pieces and wanted to discuss his offer with the artist in person. As excited as he was at the prospect of making a sale, Viggo was reluctant to leave Sean, especially after berating him for being away so often. It was rather hypocritical, he thought, but Sean didn’t, he simply understood and insisted Viggo do what he must, telling his beloved artist how proud he was of his talent and how eager he was to see him reap the rewards of his hard work.
That had been several hours ago and in the mean time Sean had busied himself with a few mundane domestic chores, seeing to his unpacking, the laundry, his houseplants and the like. When he had finished, he made a nice cup of tea and headed for the studio where Viggo’s desk was to be found, if one knew where to look, Sean snickered to himself as he stood in the doorway and studied the mayhem of his lover’s creative world. The several month’s worth of mail that he was certain had accumulated in the face of Viggo’s disinterest in printed matter of that type, was easily spotted and soon subject to Sean’s scrutiny.
He was surprised to see that an attempt at sorting had apparently been made, in other words there was on old shoe box marked “Sean” that contained all the unopened letters that a cursory glance revealed to be those with transparent windows that usually signified a bill or an account of some kind. Spread over a clutter of papers, paintbrushes and a variety of bits and pieces were many others, apparently of more importance and interest to Viggo because they were all opened.
Much of this disordered array that did not even warrant a container of any type and consisted of advertising brochures, many of which had sections carefully cut out. The only explanation Sean could imagine for such an act of destruction was that the colourful pieces had ended up somewhere in his lover’s paintings. The remainder of the letters were requests for donations to one charity or another and several of these had dollar amounts scrawled on them in Viggo’s unique hand. Sean loved that Viggo was caring and generous to the less fortunate or causes he believed in, but he could not help a small sigh of exasperation at his lover’s idea of priorities in regards to his household finances when the first windowed envelope he opened was a final demand for the electricity to be paid.
The sound of a key turning in the lock followed by the closing of the door registered Viggo’s return only briefly somewhere in the back of Sean’s mind as he continued to sort through the correspondence.
“Watcha doing?” Viggo drawled as he enfolded Sean around the shoulders from behind and leant down to nibble on his ear lobe. Sean shivered as the warm breath sent a tingle down his spine and he tilted his head into the touch in a silent plea for more. Viggo was very willing and happy to oblige.
“Sewing a bloody quilt cover, what does it look like?” Sean replied, drawing away and waving the bill in the air. Viggo took the offending item from his hand and read it.
“Hmm, they get a little aggravated when you forget to pay,” he commented on the stilted wording that was not particularly friendly.
“How can you forget to pay when you haven’t even opened the letter or letters?” Sean asked, with a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice as he spotted two more from the utility company that were likewise unread.
“Well, you have a point,” Viggo was forced to agree. “I guess it’s lucky you came home and found them before they cut off the supply.”
“Christ you can be fucking annoying and irresponsible sometimes!” Sean was angry at Viggo’s carefree approach but his ire melted quickly beneath the rain of soft kisses that were now trailing along the back of his neck.
“So I’ll pay it, and promise to open all my mail in future…problem solved,” Viggo replied, his lips not moving from Sean’s deliciously soft skin. He took the letter and threw it on top of “Sean’s” pile so that he could pull his lover into his arms.
“Mmm… see that you do,” Sean moaned against the lips that captured his in a deeply passionate kiss. All thoughts of anything but each other quickly vanished as the lovers plundered each other’s mouths, and simply relished the closeness of their bodies as they shared tender caresses.
“Fuck I missed this, missed being able to hold you, to touch you whenever I wanted or needed to,” Sean admitted, whispering breathlessly when they finally parted. The smile in Viggo’s eyes was answer enough as he rested his head on the strong shoulder, the better to savour the pleasure of being wrapped in Sean’s arms. They stayed that way, content to merely be able to breathe the same air, watch the same darkening of the room as twilight fell, to be in each other’s presence until the need for food broke the mood.
“Come on Viggo, leave the dishes,” Sean called impatiently from the living room where he had set up the disc of downloaded photos he had taken while in London on the dvd player. He had cooked dinner, making the cleaning up Viggo’s task and fortunately it was one of the few domestic chores the artist willingly completed.
“They are not real photos, you know, Sean,” Viggo declared as he sat on the sofa next to his lover and snuggled up close. Much to Viggo’s disgust, Sean’s daughters had given their dad a digital camera for his recent birthday.
“You may not think so, but they look damn good to me. Besides, you can always take ‘real’ photos whenever you want,” he replied reasonably.
“Later tonight?” Viggo asked, hopefully, his voice suddenly much more husky, the desire Sean heard in it matching the darkness of lust in his eyes.
“Are we planning on doing something photogenic then?” He asked with poorly feigned innocence.
“You know exactly what… or who… I plan on doing, and you are certainly very photogenic when your body is slicked with sweat and fully aroused,” Viggo whispered, grinning wickedly as he ran his hand lightly over the bulge in Sean’s track pants. With a great deal of willpower, Sean managed to remove Viggo’s hand and lift it to his lips.
“Haven’t we got enough of those kinds of photos?” he asked thinking that the gossip columnist would have a field day if ever they were burgled and the hundreds of pictures that could be considered pornographic fell into the wrong hands.
“I can never get enough of you my gorgeous Sean.” The not so subtle attempt at emotional bribery and the accompanying tweaking of a nipple worked in Viggo’s favour.
“In that case, my photos now, yours later,” Sean promised as he pressed the play button and turned his attention to the television screen.
A few of the pictures were taken on the set of Sean’s last project and Viggo had to admit that some were quite interesting in both composition and lighting and he said so, his complement pleasing Sean immensely. The remainder of the photos were naturally enough of Sean with his girls, some of the more candid shots making Viggo smile with happiness to see there was obviously much love between father and daughters.
“Your girls are truly beautiful, just like their dad,” he commented, smiling at the swell of pride he felt in Sean’s chest.
“Aye, but I am often reminded that they are now young ladies, not wee lasses,” he told Viggo who nodded in understanding, after all Henry preferred to be referred to as a young man rather than a boy.
“Is that Orlando?” He asked as Sean slowly scrolled through the next series of photos.
“Aye, he turned up one day just as I was leaving to take my gir… er …. young ladies out to dinner to celebrate Molly's birthday so we invited him along,” Sean explained, sharing a chuckle with Viggo at the slip of the tongue that no doubt would find them both in trouble on the odd occasion.
“Looks like you were all having a wonderful time,” Viggo said after a few moments of watching Orlando dancing with Sean’s daughters, all of them obviously enjoying themselves judging by the laughter and gestures of affection he could see. His smile vanished when he saw a shot of Orlando’s hand resting on Sean’s as he leant close to whisper something in his ear. There was an unmistakeable look of love in Sean’s eyes, the look that was one Viggo had seen often and that he thought reserved for him alone.
“What was that about?” he asked. Sean heard the hint of suspicion and jealousy in Viggo’s voice and was swift to set him straight.
“That, my love, is Orlando telling me how obvious it was that I was thinking of you. There is no need to be jealous if that is what you were doing.”
“I’m not jealous of your friendship with Orlando, I love the little shit like a son too. Besides you know that I trust you completely. It’s just that I envy the fact that he was there to celebrate with you when it should have been me. You and your daughters are part of my family and seeing you sharing those moments with him, or anyone else for that matter, really hurts.”
“I’m sorry, love. Hurting you is last thing I would ever want to do,” Sean said as he turned the dvd off and wrapped his arms comfortingly around his lover, claiming the lips that were offered to him in a kiss that left Viggo in no doubt as to exactly how much he was loved.
“I know, but what we share is so deep and strong and beautiful that sometimes I can’t believe it will last. I have never been as in love and happy as I am with you, Sean. I love you.”
“And I love you.” Sean’s kiss this time was meant to set them on fire.
Later that night, long after the afterglow of their love making had faded and Viggo had fallen into a sated sleep with his head resting just above Sean’s heart, Sean lay awake contemplating why the separation they endured due to their work was becoming an issue, and more importantly how the situation that was clearly troubling Viggo greatly could be resolved. In other instances in the past, divorce had been the answer for Sean, but even though they were not married, his commitment to Viggo was forever, and it was a vow he could not and would not break, to do so would cost him his heart and soul.
tbc
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Date: 2005-11-30 06:27 pm (UTC)LOL funny line, loving this overall :-D
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