Green, part 6
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rugbytacklePairing: Sean Miller/Viggo Mortensen AU
Rating: R
Archive: Rugbytackling
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Disclaimer: I don’t know these men, it never happened: it’s all in my head!
“I still can’t believe you did that.”
”So, why didn’t you shoot like you threatened to do?
”I can’t shoot policemen on broad daylight, what do you think would happen. But the main reason is there aren’t any bullets left in my gun.”
“You mean you made me do all those things with an empty gun? You bastard!”
“What was I to do Viggo? Beg for your mercy?”
“I could just walk out the door now, you know.”
“Yes, you could. But remember I didn’t have to tell you this. Come on, let’s have some breakfast.”
After breakfast they sat on the couch and Viggo wondered what to do with today. Yesterday, the whole day had seemed to be filled with suspense, things happening and adrenaline rushes.
But now it felt like it all ended with those cops leaving. He crossed a line, he was an accomplice now to this man, this maniac. Because that’s what he was. But then again Viggo had invited him in his bed, without words, but as evident as a written invitation.
And he was already thinking of doing it again and again and perhaps some more.
Because it had been better then he could remember ever before. And yet this man could never be his lover. He would leave and Viggo would have to deal with his feelings of guilt.
He didn’t even know if this guy Ryan had a family. God knows how many more Sean had killed in his life and he knew he didn’t want to know. But he did know he wanted to have sex with him again, so he was probably just as guilty as Sean.
“Will you be going back to Ireland?”
”No, don’t know where I am going, but I can’t go to Ireland until this all has cooled off a bit. I’ll probably go back to some desert somewhere again.”
“Isn’t that terrible, to not be able to live in your own country?”
“Yes, I miss Ireland. I’ll miss the green. I don’t like the desert and I fucking hate camels.”
“I wish you could stay here.”
He hadn’t thought about it, but now he said it he knew it was true. He did.
“Viggo, I think you suffer from some kind of syndrome. I probably scared the hell out of you and now you think you can’t live without me. There’s a name for that. I think they call it Helsinki.”
“It’s not that, it’s just with what happened this morning and…”
“Let’s get this straight: I am not your lover! I fucked you because we both felt like it and my only chance for sex the last six months has been a choice between wanking or a camel.
If you’d like to do it again, good. But that’s it.
I am grateful for you not handing me over to the police, believe me. But you have to get back to your own life as soon as possible and forget this whole thing.”
There was not much to that and they just sat there. At least Sean had been honest about his motives. Of course it would be better if he felt the same way and he would try to. But he was also determined to get out of it as much as he could as long as Sean was still here.
“Would you cut my hair for me? I want to change my appearance as much as I can”
”I’ve never done it before, but I’ll give it a try.”
He found a comb somewhere and a pair of scissors.
“What do you want?”
“Try and give me a crew cut.”
15 minutes later Sean had a fairly decent crew cut.
“If you don’t break through as an actor, you could always be a barber.”
“Perhaps you should grow a moustache too.”
“No, I fucking hate moustaches!”
“I like them, I have them every now and then.”
The day went by very slowly and nothing more happened then Viggo calling his work, telling he was ill. He and Sean played some card games and watched some television.
He did notice Sean glancing at the clock now and then.
“Are you waiting for something?”
”I’ll have to make my phone call at five, must do that every day. It’s the only way to keep in touch.”
“When you leave, will they pick you up here?”
“No, I am not telling them your address. Wouldn’t be very healthy for you, I think. I’ll meet them somewhere on the street and they’ll bring me to the harbour. There’ll be some freight ship and I’ll be on my way.”
At five Sean made his call. Another whispered conversation and then he turned around slowly.
“They have found me a boat. I’ll be leaving this evening at eleven. So you will be rid of me soon, mate.”
“But they said it would take them three days!”
“Well, something came up. Better for both of us, don’t you think? I almost bored you to death today I think. Do you have some clothes for me? You can keep mine.”
“Yeah, sure.” He feels dazed by the idea of Sean leaving, not certain how he feels.
“Let’s have a look then.”
In the bedroom Sean takes of his shirt and pants to try some of Viggo’s clothes, his skin almost glowing in the half dark room. Viggo steps up close behind him and strokes his hand over Sean’s back, making him shiver. His other arm sneaks around his waist caressing his chest, fingers tangling in the hair, stroking nipples.
His lips very close to Sean’s ear he let’s his tongue sneak out, tracing the shell of his ear.
“Can I fuck you?”
TBC
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Date: 2006-01-21 11:45 am (UTC)Just amazing! Hope you'll update chapter 7 tomorrow night, or I would die for it!! (>o<)!!
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