FIC: Two Hearts, One Home (R) Ch4
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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
Chapter 4 Bed of Roses
Viggo’s interest in gardening was limited at best, but to his credit he usually offered Sean his assistance when the grass needed cutting and had in fact taken on the responsibility for the chore whether his partner was home or not. There was no denying his style was unique because in his hands the lawn mower became an artist's tool and the unruly lawn his medium. Rather than cut in the methodical manner that left nice even rows, as Sean insisted was the only way to do it, Viggo left designs that, on a larger scale could have been mistaken for the mysterious crop circles he had once read about.
Sean was not impressed with the less than aesthetically pleasing result but fortunately, all it had taken to see the task completed properly, once the appropriate amount of photos were taken in a concession to the display of artistic talent, was Sean’s subtle “unless I’m satisfied, you won’t be,” threat. The grass had been cut to an even length all over and he smiled at the memory of just how ‘satisfied’ they had both been by the end of the night.
“Hello, Sean dear,” called the elderly lady who lived next door to Viggo as she waved a gloved hand in greeting to Sean, who had left his lover to his painting and come outside to check on the garden. He returned the gesture and walked over to the flowerbed that formed part of the border between the two properties to speak with his friend who was also an avid gardener. .
“Morning, Joan, your roses are looking especially grand at the moment, and so are mine, thanks to your tender loving care,” Sean replied, putting his arm affectionately around the older woman’s shoulders and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Joan, an elderly widow, but still sprightly for her age, was a real treasure, When Sean had first planted the garden, and she had taken it upon herself to warn him that whilst Viggo was a dear, sweet man, he was no gardener. Knowing that Sean and Viggo were often away on location or seeing to promotional work and whatever else, she and had then kindly offered to tend the garden in Sean’s absence.
“Yes they are lovely, if I do say so myself,” Joan agreed with pride.
“Aye and so are you,” Sean replied affectionately.
“You are a shameless flirt, Sean Bean, and if I were several decades younger I might give you a run for you money,” Joan laughed, gripping his arm lightly. “But I think there is someone more important who meeds your love at the moment,” she added in all seriousness, inclining her head towards the house. Sean glanced in the same direction and nodded in agreement.
Despite their success at keeping the true nature of their relationship from the public, they had not managed to keep the secret from Joan. They had never openly admitted they were lovers, but to the eyes of a woman older than either of their mothers, the love they shared was obvious and the fact that they were both men made no difference.
“How long have you known?” Sean asked, the bright red in his cheeks indicating he was referring to Joan’s last few words.
“Since the first day I saw you two beautiful boys together. When you look at one another there is nothing but love and devotion in your eyes,” she said with a nonchalant shrug. “If you will forgive an old lady for offering unasked for advice, I have to tell you that Viggo has not been himself lately. Oh I know he can be restless and moody, but this is different. He is unhappy and I see the same signs that lead to my Steven, rest his soul, and myself going our separate ways for a time. You two are so much in love it would be a mistake to let that happen. Make the most of the time you have together and more importantly, make the time to be together, Sean.”
“Thanks for the advice, Joan and rest assured, I have no intention of letting anything separate us,” Sean assured her as he cast his gardening tools aside and walked back to the house, Joan’s last words ringing true in his heart…
”make the time to be together”… that was really what Viggo was trying to ask of him. He was not unwilling to do whatever it took to make Viggo happy, but surely it was a two way street?
Standing in the kitchen doorway, his presence unnoticed, Sean watched in silent amusement as Viggo stood with hands on hips, glaring at the flourishing potted plant that had become the centrepiece on the breakfast table.
“So what’s the deal with the sudden growth spurt? You looked like death warmed up a couple of days ago,” Viggo accused the greenery, directing his words to the leaf he that was resting on his finger.
“Aye he did, but he’s growing strong now, ” Sean said taking a closer look at the plant. Viggo was at first startled to see Sean standing there, and then smiled a little self consciously at having been caught talking to the flora. Sean swore they grew better if nurtured by gentle words, and for all his idealism, Viggo thought it total nonsense and often took great delight in teasing Sean.
“Yeah, well your presence certainly makes me grow hard and strong,” Viggo smirked, his attempt at sounding seductive less than successful and the wicked gleam in his eye quickly vanishing with his next words.
“I guess we both miss you and wilt a little in our loneliness when you are away.” Any amusement Sean felt at the scene he had happened upon was swiftly washed away by Viggo’s sudden change of mood and his melancholy voice.
“No more than I am lonely without you. I miss you, too. Come here, Vig. We need to talk,” Sean whispered softly, tenderly, opening his arms to his lover, wanting nothing more than to take away the sorrow and heartache his absence had caused them both this time.
Sean knew he was not entirely at fault, and he was certain Viggo would admit he was too, but rather than let the tension remain hidden in the silence of growing unhappiness, the words needed to be spoken. Viggo understood this also and practically fell into the arms that immediately pulled him close, relief flooding them both as they were about to unburden their hearts. He sighed contentedly when he felt the slow rise and fall of Sean’s chest beneath his cheek and the beating of the heart that had been given to him for safe keeping, Sean kissed the head resting on his shoulder, then leant down to claim the lips offered when Viggo looked up into his lover's eyes.
“Wanna talk in the living room or in the bedroom?” Viggo asked breathlessly when the kiss ended. Sean was about to reply that sitting on the sofa was less likely to result in them becoming ‘distracted’ than cuddling up on the bed but before he had the chance to speak, the phone rang. With a reluctant sigh, and knowing that Viggo was expecting to hear from his buyer, he dropped his arms and indicated he should answer.
Viggo’s shouted ‘woohoo!” when he hung up the phone, the huge grin, the sparkling blue eyes and the kiss that all but melted his bones told Sean the news was good, but he asked the question anyway.
“Yeah, the guy bought them both, but that’s not the only good news,” Viggo replied, raining tiny kisses down Sean’s neck. Viggo’s body was trembling with the adrenalin rush of his excitement and that only served top fuel his desire.
“What else happened?” Sean asked surprising himself that he could utter more than one coherent word in the face of the increasingly erotic onslaught of Viggo’s lips, tongue and the hand that was exploring beneath his clothes.
“The guy offered me the use of his beach house for the week!” Viggo’s delight was obvious and all thoughts of a serious nature were temporarily put aside.
“Sounds good to me, it has been far too long since we have taken a holiday together,” Sean replied, gasping as Viggo sucked on a nipple exposed by a now fully open shirt that Viggo had slowly unbuttoned without Sean’s knowledge.
“Let’s pack unless you want to help me celebrate a little first?” Viggo whispered needily.
“You are insatiable!” Sean groaned as he felt the heat of Viggo’s hand wrap around his erection.
“And you are irresistible!” Viggo declared as released his own erection and wrapped his hand around them both, stroking them to full hardness.
“Okay, fuck first, pack later,” Sean agreed thrusting wantonly into Viggo’s hand as the two stumbled to the bedroom. In a well practiced motion, clothes were swiftly discarded and the twp naked men were lost in the raw passion of the lover’s dance moving in a rhythm that was hard and fast and yet no less loving than the slowest, sweetest lovemaking. Finally sated and exhausted they drifted on the edge of slumber.
“Seanie?” Viggo’s voice was like a soft caress, his breath tickling the still sensitive skin around Sean’s nipple.
“Mmmm?” Sean moaned in reply, too tired to move or even fully open his eyes.
“It’s a private beach, no need for swimming trunks,” Viggo whispered seductively, resting his hand on Sean’s naked arse as his eyes closed in sleep.
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
Chapter 4 Bed of Roses
Viggo’s interest in gardening was limited at best, but to his credit he usually offered Sean his assistance when the grass needed cutting and had in fact taken on the responsibility for the chore whether his partner was home or not. There was no denying his style was unique because in his hands the lawn mower became an artist's tool and the unruly lawn his medium. Rather than cut in the methodical manner that left nice even rows, as Sean insisted was the only way to do it, Viggo left designs that, on a larger scale could have been mistaken for the mysterious crop circles he had once read about.
Sean was not impressed with the less than aesthetically pleasing result but fortunately, all it had taken to see the task completed properly, once the appropriate amount of photos were taken in a concession to the display of artistic talent, was Sean’s subtle “unless I’m satisfied, you won’t be,” threat. The grass had been cut to an even length all over and he smiled at the memory of just how ‘satisfied’ they had both been by the end of the night.
“Hello, Sean dear,” called the elderly lady who lived next door to Viggo as she waved a gloved hand in greeting to Sean, who had left his lover to his painting and come outside to check on the garden. He returned the gesture and walked over to the flowerbed that formed part of the border between the two properties to speak with his friend who was also an avid gardener. .
“Morning, Joan, your roses are looking especially grand at the moment, and so are mine, thanks to your tender loving care,” Sean replied, putting his arm affectionately around the older woman’s shoulders and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Joan, an elderly widow, but still sprightly for her age, was a real treasure, When Sean had first planted the garden, and she had taken it upon herself to warn him that whilst Viggo was a dear, sweet man, he was no gardener. Knowing that Sean and Viggo were often away on location or seeing to promotional work and whatever else, she and had then kindly offered to tend the garden in Sean’s absence.
“Yes they are lovely, if I do say so myself,” Joan agreed with pride.
“Aye and so are you,” Sean replied affectionately.
“You are a shameless flirt, Sean Bean, and if I were several decades younger I might give you a run for you money,” Joan laughed, gripping his arm lightly. “But I think there is someone more important who meeds your love at the moment,” she added in all seriousness, inclining her head towards the house. Sean glanced in the same direction and nodded in agreement.
Despite their success at keeping the true nature of their relationship from the public, they had not managed to keep the secret from Joan. They had never openly admitted they were lovers, but to the eyes of a woman older than either of their mothers, the love they shared was obvious and the fact that they were both men made no difference.
“How long have you known?” Sean asked, the bright red in his cheeks indicating he was referring to Joan’s last few words.
“Since the first day I saw you two beautiful boys together. When you look at one another there is nothing but love and devotion in your eyes,” she said with a nonchalant shrug. “If you will forgive an old lady for offering unasked for advice, I have to tell you that Viggo has not been himself lately. Oh I know he can be restless and moody, but this is different. He is unhappy and I see the same signs that lead to my Steven, rest his soul, and myself going our separate ways for a time. You two are so much in love it would be a mistake to let that happen. Make the most of the time you have together and more importantly, make the time to be together, Sean.”
“Thanks for the advice, Joan and rest assured, I have no intention of letting anything separate us,” Sean assured her as he cast his gardening tools aside and walked back to the house, Joan’s last words ringing true in his heart…
”make the time to be together”… that was really what Viggo was trying to ask of him. He was not unwilling to do whatever it took to make Viggo happy, but surely it was a two way street?
Standing in the kitchen doorway, his presence unnoticed, Sean watched in silent amusement as Viggo stood with hands on hips, glaring at the flourishing potted plant that had become the centrepiece on the breakfast table.
“So what’s the deal with the sudden growth spurt? You looked like death warmed up a couple of days ago,” Viggo accused the greenery, directing his words to the leaf he that was resting on his finger.
“Aye he did, but he’s growing strong now, ” Sean said taking a closer look at the plant. Viggo was at first startled to see Sean standing there, and then smiled a little self consciously at having been caught talking to the flora. Sean swore they grew better if nurtured by gentle words, and for all his idealism, Viggo thought it total nonsense and often took great delight in teasing Sean.
“Yeah, well your presence certainly makes me grow hard and strong,” Viggo smirked, his attempt at sounding seductive less than successful and the wicked gleam in his eye quickly vanishing with his next words.
“I guess we both miss you and wilt a little in our loneliness when you are away.” Any amusement Sean felt at the scene he had happened upon was swiftly washed away by Viggo’s sudden change of mood and his melancholy voice.
“No more than I am lonely without you. I miss you, too. Come here, Vig. We need to talk,” Sean whispered softly, tenderly, opening his arms to his lover, wanting nothing more than to take away the sorrow and heartache his absence had caused them both this time.
Sean knew he was not entirely at fault, and he was certain Viggo would admit he was too, but rather than let the tension remain hidden in the silence of growing unhappiness, the words needed to be spoken. Viggo understood this also and practically fell into the arms that immediately pulled him close, relief flooding them both as they were about to unburden their hearts. He sighed contentedly when he felt the slow rise and fall of Sean’s chest beneath his cheek and the beating of the heart that had been given to him for safe keeping, Sean kissed the head resting on his shoulder, then leant down to claim the lips offered when Viggo looked up into his lover's eyes.
“Wanna talk in the living room or in the bedroom?” Viggo asked breathlessly when the kiss ended. Sean was about to reply that sitting on the sofa was less likely to result in them becoming ‘distracted’ than cuddling up on the bed but before he had the chance to speak, the phone rang. With a reluctant sigh, and knowing that Viggo was expecting to hear from his buyer, he dropped his arms and indicated he should answer.
Viggo’s shouted ‘woohoo!” when he hung up the phone, the huge grin, the sparkling blue eyes and the kiss that all but melted his bones told Sean the news was good, but he asked the question anyway.
“Yeah, the guy bought them both, but that’s not the only good news,” Viggo replied, raining tiny kisses down Sean’s neck. Viggo’s body was trembling with the adrenalin rush of his excitement and that only served top fuel his desire.
“What else happened?” Sean asked surprising himself that he could utter more than one coherent word in the face of the increasingly erotic onslaught of Viggo’s lips, tongue and the hand that was exploring beneath his clothes.
“The guy offered me the use of his beach house for the week!” Viggo’s delight was obvious and all thoughts of a serious nature were temporarily put aside.
“Sounds good to me, it has been far too long since we have taken a holiday together,” Sean replied, gasping as Viggo sucked on a nipple exposed by a now fully open shirt that Viggo had slowly unbuttoned without Sean’s knowledge.
“Let’s pack unless you want to help me celebrate a little first?” Viggo whispered needily.
“You are insatiable!” Sean groaned as he felt the heat of Viggo’s hand wrap around his erection.
“And you are irresistible!” Viggo declared as released his own erection and wrapped his hand around them both, stroking them to full hardness.
“Okay, fuck first, pack later,” Sean agreed thrusting wantonly into Viggo’s hand as the two stumbled to the bedroom. In a well practiced motion, clothes were swiftly discarded and the twp naked men were lost in the raw passion of the lover’s dance moving in a rhythm that was hard and fast and yet no less loving than the slowest, sweetest lovemaking. Finally sated and exhausted they drifted on the edge of slumber.
“Seanie?” Viggo’s voice was like a soft caress, his breath tickling the still sensitive skin around Sean’s nipple.
“Mmmm?” Sean moaned in reply, too tired to move or even fully open his eyes.
“It’s a private beach, no need for swimming trunks,” Viggo whispered seductively, resting his hand on Sean’s naked arse as his eyes closed in sleep.
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