rugbytackle | FIC: Two Hearts, One Home 5/6 (R)

Title: Two Hearts, One Home (5/6)
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 5 Stormy Night

The secluded beachfront dwelling was still some miles further ahead, but following their benefactor’s instructions, Sean pulled into the car park of the small shopping village that serviced the residents of the elite holiday community. In fact it could hardly be called a shopping village because the only stores doing business were a general store of the multi functional variety, a drug store and a very cosy looking restaurant. The owner was the brother of Viggo’s patron and it was from him they needed to collect the keys to their hideaway. Sean waited in the car while Viggo did just that and was not surprised to find more than half an hour passed before his incredibly sociable and talkative lover emerged. Viggo mouthed a silent ‘sorry’ for the delay and strode towards the car, waving the key chain in one hand and carrying a picnic basket in the other.

“What’s this, then?” Sean asked as Viggo placed his burden on the back seat.

“Dinner. When I discovered the restaurant catered for both eat in and take away customers, I decided to take advantage, Fancy a nice romantic picnic on the beach?” Viggo asked his eyes twinkling with anticipation, fully expecting Sean to agree. He was not disappointed.

“Nothing I would like better, love, but would that be with or without swimmers?” Sean teased lightly his green eyes were already darkening with desire for his lover, little realising the choice was already a foregone conclusion.

“Definitely without since I took the liberty of unpacking yours while you were at the store this morning,” Viggo whispered against the lips he had leaned across the seat to claim.

“Pervert!” Sean chuckled, any further words stifled by Viggo’s kiss that was at first merely a tender affirmation of love, but as tongues sought deeper contact, passion flared. Hands sought bare skin and arms and legs entwined erotically as more kisses were exchanged until finally, both breathless and hard, they were forced to part when the glaring headlights of another car reminded them they were in a very public place.

The short drive to the beach house afforded them the time to regain a little composure. After only the briefest exploration of their accommodation, they left their discarded clothes in the main bedroom and picnic basket in hand; the lovers stepped through the large glass sliding doors onto a porch with steps that lead directly onto the sand.

Night had already fallen, but the brightness of the full moon kept total darkness at bay, instead bathing the each grain of sand and each gently rippling wave with a pale white light that made everything seem to be coloured shades of grey. Even the skin on his absolutely gorgeous Sean seemed to be glowing with a soft luminescence in the pale moonlight. Not only the lover, but the photographer and artist in Viggo certainly appreciated the effect and rather than reach for Sean, who like Viggo himself was already partially aroused, he reached for his absent camera instead. Viggo’s mind was obviously elsewhere and the significance was not lost on the one who had endured much criticism for being away so often.

“We need to talk,” Sean said repeating his words of earlier that day, all thoughts of any other activity fading along with his softening cock and the brief flash of anger in his eyes. Viggo sensed how serious Sean had become and nodded agreement.

Together they spread the beach blanket, and with an outstretched hand Viggo invited Sean to lie at his side. Although yet not ready to do anything other than snuggle against his lover’s bare chest, Sean willingly accepted the too tempting offer.

“You know Vig, you have made it clear you are not happy with the amount of time we spend apart, but we don’t need to be thousands of miles apart to be alone,” Sean said moving his head back a little so that he could see Viggo’s face.

“What do you mean?” Viggo asked, obviously confused by the obtuse explanation for the hurt and anger he could see Sean was feeling.

“I mean that, aside from our acting careers, your camera or your painting often keep us apart,” Sean replied his tongue licking his lip indicating just how nervous he was broaching this subject. “Look, I understand that the time of day has no hold over artistic inspiration, but the price I often pay is the loneliness of an empty bed, or simply the loss of the pleasure of your company.”

“I thought you fully supported my work, and did not begrudge me the time I need to spend on it,” Viggo replied, shocked by the implication of rejection he heard in Sean’s words and with the recognition that he felt something similar when Sean was overseas.

“Well, certainly not in the past, but more often of late I do,” Sean admitted honestly. “Besides, I can say the same of you. You have begun to resent me being away, but while you have your art and writing and photography, I have only my acting. It is what I do, what we do, what we have done ever since we met.”

“I know, and believe me, I find it hard to understand why each other’s work commitments are becoming a source of unhappiness for us both. I love you so much, Sean that it scares the shit out of me to think this situation may lead to one of us wanting to leave.” Viggo said pulling Sean tighter into his embrace and holding him as if he would never let go. Sean was surprised and concerned to feel his lover trembling against him.

“I love you too Viggo, and I am not going anywhere. Neither are you. If you leave I will fucking go with you, there is nowhere you can go that I will not follow,” Sean whispered, the words barely leaving his lips before they were taken in a fiercely, passionate kiss. A kiss that left no question in Sean’s mind as to how much Viggo needed and wanted not just his body, but his heart as well.

Both knew the separation issue was not totally resolved, but at least they were being open and honest and had discovered how the other felt. Although there were still many unanswered questions, it was a place to start and by silent agreement they decided to continue the discussion later, after both had had a chance to examine their own feelings in greater depth. They had the rest of the week to sort out the problem, and both were well aware of the dangers to any relationship of speaking first and thinking later. For now they were content to simply lie together beneath the stars, holding each other close and chasing their fears away with loving kisses, tender caresses and renewed promises of forever.

It was not until the chill of the night air awoke them that they realised they had in fact fallen asleep, and for several hours Viggo guessed, judging by the almost set moon that could barely be seen beneath the increasing cloud cover. A storm was brewing and it was time to go inside.

“It’s bloody freezing out here,” Sean complained as he tried to wrap his share of the blanket around his nakedness.

‘Well I know a sure fire way of getting warm,” Viggo stated with a playful wink.

“Yeah, me too and it has more to do with our untouched picnic, a hot cup of tea and some clothes than a quick roll in the sand,” Sean replied as he wrenched the rest of the blanket out of Viggo’s grasp. Undaunted by the loss, and Sean playing hard to get, Viggo pulled Sean’s arms apart and wrapped himself around his lover’s body, leaving him no option but to enfold them both in the warmth of the blanket.

”This is nice, but how about a nice ‘hot’ shower instead,” Viggo asked, his mind obviously on the growing hardness between his legs and Sean’s similar predicament. A quick thrust of the hips had them both moaning with desire and the gleam in Viggo’s eye telling Sean it was not only the temperature of the water to which his lover was referring.

“Hmm, sound like a plan,” Sean agreed, his whole body craving the touch of Viggo’s skilled hands.

The breeze was rapidly becoming a gale, whipping the sand painfully against their bare skin and causing Viggo to collect the still fully packed picnic basket before he and Sean ran for cover. Holding hands and laughing happily they raced back to the house, sliding the doors closed just as the first flash of lightning tore the sky apart and heavy droplets of rain began splashing against the glass.

Once they were showered and their dual hungers for sexual release, and the meal they had missed were fully sated, they snuggled beneath the covers of the large bed and oblivious to the storm that could be seen raging outside, they fell into an exhausted sleep.