rugbytackle | Fic: A Simple Request (R)

Title: A Simple Request
Author: jenolas
Rating: R
Summary: Sean and Viggo realise how they truly feel about one another.
Warning: Romantic fluff.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I make no claim about the lifestyle choices of these men.

Despite the fact that Viggo was openly against on set romance with his fellow cast members, and Sean had come to the same conclusion through bitter experience, it was nonetheless obvious to anyone who spent more than a few minutes in their company that Sean wanted Viggo just as much as Viggo wanted Sean.

The chemistry that had sparked between them from the day they met, but Viggo claimed, and Sean agreed, that it was merely the acknowledgement of kindred spirits with much in common due to their similar age and status in life. The depth of their bond of friendship was on open display whether they were simply sitting together waiting for the next scene, sharing a cigarette and quiet conversation. The ease they felt in each other’s company never faltered even when they were heatedly debating some political issue, but the most telling manifestation, and the one that only served to confirm what the gossips were saying was when Sean and Viggo were pissed out of their minds. Both were very demonstrative and extremely affectionate drunks, but even so, the touches and kisses that they often exchanged whilst dirty dancing at whatever club the hobbits and the elf had dragged them to, certainly left plenty of room for speculation.

Naturally they denied any other kind of attraction existed between them, but they both knew they were not even fooling themselves. They may not consider on set romances to be wise, but they had fallen hard and fast into one.. Intent on giving themselves every chance at happiness, and to allow the seeds of love to grow unhundered, they agreed it would best be kept a secret, at least for a time.

Always careful to keep lust filled glances and lingering touches to a minimum, and well out of sight of the others. Not always successfully, but when ‘caught’ they accepted the inevitable teasing, the innuendo voiced in their hearing accompanied by constant ‘knowing smirks’, and the sometimes more direct, “Well, are you two shagging or what?” with a firmly raised index finger and occasionally in Viggo’s case after a tiring day of filming, threatening with an expertly wielded sword.

Sean‘s weapon of choice was his ‘cold blooded killer’ mien, hooded eyes, dark and dangerous and an icy, evil voce to match. Combined with a less than subtle, “Fuck off you little bastards!” this was particularly effective with the younger members of the cast who were never certain whether Sean was truly as terrifying as he made out.

Orlando firmly believed that they both pretended to be drunk on their nights out with the ‘children’ so that they could molest one another without having to admit their true feelings. Dom was more cynical and suggested that perhaps Sean and Viggo were merely exacting their own form of revenge on the rumour mill by pretending to be lovers. This promoted a heated debate and soon money was exchanged, wagers made, and reluctant promises not to interfere with the natural course of events were extracted. The two older men suddenly found themselves under increased scrutiny and were not amused. Neither wanted such a small thing as inquisitive hobbits and elves to interfere with a relationship that was becoming something very precious and, much to their mutual surprise and delight, very serious.

While there was a break in filming due to lighting problems, Viggo, who had been restless and uncomfortable all morning decided to take a walk in the woods. With a slight incline of his head and a smile that reached his eyes, he invited Sean to walk with him.

The source of Viggo’s discomfort had begun as nothing more than a barely perceptible tingle that had been for the most part, unnoticeable. However, as the day wore on, he found that the more he tried to ignore the feeling, the stronger it grew until he could think of nothing else.

Viggo’s desire for relief was evident in his constant pacing, and the furtive glances over to where Sean was speaking with Ian. His problem seemed to be even more insistent whenever Sean favoured him with look of hardly concealed desire in return, and he wondered if those gorgeous green eyes or that tempting ass were the cause. Of one thing he was certain, however; and that was that he had become acutely aware it is was only Sean who could give him the relief he sought.

Of course he knew that the obvious solution was to simply ask, but he was not yet sure of his would be lover’s feelings in this matter, nor if Sean would agree to the slightly unusual request. The mere thought of the magic those elegant fingers could weave caused Viggo to moan softly with the pleasure he imagined he would feel. Shit, what was he thinking, and feeling? Did he really want what his body was screaming for?” Hell yes! was the only answer possible and he somehow found the courage to make his desire known to Sean.

“Vig, I’m more than happy to oblige, but just so you know, there is nothing you can not ask of me,” Sean replied affectionately as he moved to stand behind the Dane who, in his anticipation, had already begun to eagerly removed Aragorn’s tunic. He loosened the leggings and turned to look at Sean his eyes glittering with eagerness and mischief.

“What are you saying, Sean?” He asked. Every nerve in his body tingling with anticipation for the response he hoped he would hear. Sean took a deep breath to steady his nerves before he gave Viggo his heart.
“I love you, Vig, have done forever, it seems.” Sean said placing a soft and too brief kiss on Viggo’s lips.

“I love you too, Sean, now and forever,” Viggo sighed.happily, returning the kiss just as tenderl before his need got the better of him. “Fuck! Do it now Sean, please. It’s driving me mad and make it good, we have company!”

The voyeurs who had followed them had kept a respectable distance, but when Sean’s intent became obvious, Orlando extended his hand and wriggled his fingers as if asking for the cash he was certain he had already won.

“Told you they were doing it!” he whispered gleefully.

“And we’ll, pay up when we see the evidence, right lads?” Dom asked Billy and Elijah who quickly agreed. Dom placed his finger across his lips in warning for them all to keep quiet. Making peace with an irate Sean would be a daunting enough task, but it would become even more intimidating if they also had to seek Viggo’s forgiveness. Orlando understood, as did the others who nodded and then turned their attention back to the erotic scene in the distance.

“Are you certain this is what you really want?” Sean asked, his voice husky with want as his gentle fingers began to play across the bare skin, moving slowly downward to the source of Viggo’s discomfort. The sensation was extremely pleasing and Viggo closed his eyes to enable himself to enjoy it to the full.

“Ah…yes, but just a little lower… mmm, that feels so good,” he sighed, almost losing his balance as the relief began to build to a crescendo. Sean wrapped his free hand around Viggo’s waist and held him a little closer, using his own body as support as he moved the other up and down the soft skin.

“Is this the spot?” he asked, rubbing against the hardness he found, an almost wicked smile curling his lips when he saw Viggo shudder slightly as his warm, sweet breath tickled his ear.

“Yes, but rub it harder… faster… more friction please!” Sean complied with the urgent request and was rewarded with the sound of a final drawn out sigh of ecstasy from Viggo when his ministrations caused a sudden warmth to spread throughout his body, finally putting an end to his discomfort.

“Oh, that is such a relief, thank you, Sean! If ever you need your back scratched, do not hesitate to ask!” Viggo’s voice was raised slightly so that it would carry across the clearing to where he had seen movement earlier and he winked conspiratorially at Sean.

“That’ll keep them guessing,” Sean chuckled as he tightened his arms around Viggo’s waist, and nuzzled the soft skin in the curve of Viggo’s shoulder.

“Ha! I win! Viggo just wanted a back rub!” Dom declared, almost forgetting to keep his voice down as he gleefully slapped Orlando’s shoulder.

“I could have sworn…fucking teasers, the both of them!” the younger man was muttering to himself.

“Looks like you lose, Orli,” Elijah said as the four young actors cautiously left their hiding place.

“I am not admitting defeat yet,” Orlando declared stubbornly.

“Come on, we’ll buy you a drink with our winnings,” Billy offered, taking Orlando’s
arm and leading him away.

They did not look back and so failed to see Viggo reward Sean with a lingering kiss.

“The little bastards have gone. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Sean asked licking Viggo’s ear as he pressed his hardened cock against the cleft covered by Viggo’s leggings.

“I want to make slow, passionate love to you but we haven’t got the time, Peter will send someone looking for us soon. For now a kiss will have to do,” Viggo said turning to face Sean and offering his lips for the taste of the first of what they both knew was many more to come.

Breathless and flushed from the kisses they had stolen after they had been left alone, Sean and Viggo finally made their way to the Lorien set. They walked close enough so that their fingers could touch, their hips or shoulders ‘accidentally’ brushing together whenever possible and with an affectionate smile for the now very interested crowd standing with Orlando, they proceeded on to theory marks, looking to all the world as if nothing had happened.

Later that night, Sean and Viggo joined the others at the club and were soon involved in a discussion about wine that lead to the need to taste as many of the vintages available a possible. Before long they were feeling quite happy, and then, assisted no doubt by their alcohol induced loss of inhibition, they were feeling each other.

Oblivious to the fact that they were ‘performing’ for their second audience in the one day, they continued to hug and kiss, their pent up desire for each other driving them relentlessly towards the inevitable conclusion. Orlando, Dom and Billy moved their chairs to a more strategic location, using their bodies as shields to protect their friends from public view.

“I think you owe me,” Orlando whispered smugly into Dom's ear when they noticed Viggo’s hand inside Sean’s jeans and Sean’s tongue so far down Viggo’s throat that he was probably licking the fingers that were dancing along his cock. Christ, they were so hot together that Orlando was unable to keep from blushing when Viggo’s silent shudders and Sean’s soft moans had signalled their orgasms.

It came as no surprise that neither man had any recollection of their wanton behaviour, when Orlando confronted the next day. What did surprise Orlando however was the brief moment of pure lust that flashed in the secret glance between two pairs of eyes that told a different story. Oh, yes, they seemed to say, we remember every passion filled moment then, and the even more intimate ones we had later shared long into the night. Orlando could feel the static in the air coming from the electricity generated by the raw desire and need between his friends. It was obvious they could barely keep their hands off one another and rather than witness another arousing display, he unobtrusively left the trailer, locking the door behind him.