Double Drabble: Unspoken Words (PG)
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rugbytackleTitle: Unspoken Words
Rating: PG
Pairing: SB/VM
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I make no claims regarding the lifestyle choices of these lovely men.
“What the fuck?” Viggo swore, unable to think of a more articulate expression, overwhelmed as he was by the sight that greeted him in the living room.
Shaking his head with disbelief and confusion, he quickly retraced his steps, hoping he had not, as he had done at least once before that he was prepared to admit, entered the wrong house, his mind distracted by a troublesome line of poetry he was trying to write.
Despite the fact that he had used his key to unlock the door, he nevertheless checked the street number on the mail box and satisfied that this was indeed his house, made his way back inside to where the soft glow of a hundred flickering candles painted the living room a soft shade of yellow.
The table elegantly set for two, the single rose on each plate, the wine chilling in the bucket beside it all spoke eloquently of love and romance, just as the extra large tube of lube tied with a bright red bow left no doubt that seduction was also on the menu.
But the unspoken words Viggo heard loudest of all caused his heart to race wildly with excitement.
“Sean’s home!”
Rating: PG
Pairing: SB/VM
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I make no claims regarding the lifestyle choices of these lovely men.
“What the fuck?” Viggo swore, unable to think of a more articulate expression, overwhelmed as he was by the sight that greeted him in the living room.
Shaking his head with disbelief and confusion, he quickly retraced his steps, hoping he had not, as he had done at least once before that he was prepared to admit, entered the wrong house, his mind distracted by a troublesome line of poetry he was trying to write.
Despite the fact that he had used his key to unlock the door, he nevertheless checked the street number on the mail box and satisfied that this was indeed his house, made his way back inside to where the soft glow of a hundred flickering candles painted the living room a soft shade of yellow.
The table elegantly set for two, the single rose on each plate, the wine chilling in the bucket beside it all spoke eloquently of love and romance, just as the extra large tube of lube tied with a bright red bow left no doubt that seduction was also on the menu.
But the unspoken words Viggo heard loudest of all caused his heart to race wildly with excitement.
“Sean’s home!”
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