Ficlet: Sean's Corner (R)
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rugbytackleTitle: Sean’s Corner
Rating: R
Pairing: SB/VM
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is total fiction, never happened and I make no claim as to these men’s sexual preferences.
Summary: A bit of domestic schmoop.
The idea for the place in Viggo’s studio that he was affectionately calling ‘Sean’s corner’ had occurred in the early hours one morning as he worked on his latest painting. Viggo hated leaving Sean alone in bed, or for any of the time he was home, come to think of it, but he was sometimes a slave to his creative urges. Sean understood the situation, was not always happy with iot, but kept himself busy with reading or gardening or sometimes just standing in the doorway watching Viggo work. Rather than being distracted, Viggo craved the surety of the love felt as those brilliant green eyes watched over him with the simple feeling of contentment and joy they both felt in each other’s silent presence. His beloved was both inspiring and arousing, and truth be told, Viggo loved Sean dearly and wanted him close whenever possible.
He had never allowed any one, even Henry watch him work, and so aside from the chest of deep; long drawers in which he kept his painting paraphernalia, and a stool, there was no other furniture in the studio. At the very least, he needed a comfortable chair for Sean to sit in, so Viggo left early for the furniture store, expecting to take some time to select just the right one. To his astonishment, (and undoubtedly Sean’s as well were he to find out that it had uncharacteristically taken only minutes for Viggo to decide on his purchase) the choice had been all too easy.
He was hooked the moment he spotted the recliner and rocker that was large enough to seat two, provided one sat on the other’s lap of course. The fact that the dark green leather upholstery was almost the same colour as Sean’s eyes became when he was inside Viggo and that the leather was as soft to the touch as his lips only served to clinch the deal. Sean would love it, especially after it had been properly ‘welcomed ‘ to its new home. Adjusting the bulge in his jeans that grew quickly in response to any thoughts of Sean, Viggo took out his wallet and stepped up to the sales counter.
Thinking to take advantage of a customer with ready cash, the salesman suggested that Viggo might want a side table as well. Viggo hesitated for some time, undecided about adding too much furniture to his studio until he noticed a very ‘English’ looking table with a small drawer, just large enough for Sean’s spare reading glasses and a tube of their favourite lube. The sale was made.
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“A little more to the left, I think… no not quite that far!” The exasperation in Viggo’s voice matching that on the face of the delivery guy turned interior decorator for the crazy Danish artist.
“Listen mister, I get paid by the delivery, not the hour so unless you want to make it worth my while, I’m outta here!” Declared the increasingly impatient man assisting him as he faced Viggo with hands on hips and a single raised eyebrow that reminded him of Elrond, and demanded a response. He obviously did not understand the importance of the task Viggo was undertaking… namely to find the exact location for the very rare addition to his studio furnishings.
“A hundred do?” Viggo asked, not willing to waste any time negotiating. The man’s eyes widened at the more than generous offer and he nodded his agreement.
“Okay, where next?” he asked, suddenly in a much more helpful frame of mind. Viggo had him move the chair several more times until he was almost satisfied, then feeling as if the guy had not really earned the hundred dollars, had him move it a few more times just for the hell of it.
“Hmm… about this far from the window,” Viggo replied, indicating a short distance with the spread of his arms. “Just a tad more to the right…yeah, perfect,” he said finally. The delivery guy breathed a sigh of relief, took the money and left before the nutter could change his mind.
*************
Sean had barely set foot in the door when Viggo grabbed his hand and dragged him to the studio.
“This for me?” he asked needlessly as he spotted the ‘Sean’s Corner’ sign hanging on the wall behind the chair, and the ‘I love you, Sean” placard on the seat.
“Love you too, Viggo,” Sean whispered against his lover’s lips before he kissed him soundly. A mere glance was all that was needed between the long-time lovers to convey their need and clothes rapidly covered the floor.
“So what do you think?” Viggo asked quite some time later as he straddled Sean and finally released his lips long enough for him to utter a few breathless words.
“Bloody brilliant idea, Vig. Don’t have to work so hard, ” Sean teased as he thrust upwards in rhythm with the motion of the chair.
Rating: R
Pairing: SB/VM
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is total fiction, never happened and I make no claim as to these men’s sexual preferences.
Summary: A bit of domestic schmoop.
The idea for the place in Viggo’s studio that he was affectionately calling ‘Sean’s corner’ had occurred in the early hours one morning as he worked on his latest painting. Viggo hated leaving Sean alone in bed, or for any of the time he was home, come to think of it, but he was sometimes a slave to his creative urges. Sean understood the situation, was not always happy with iot, but kept himself busy with reading or gardening or sometimes just standing in the doorway watching Viggo work. Rather than being distracted, Viggo craved the surety of the love felt as those brilliant green eyes watched over him with the simple feeling of contentment and joy they both felt in each other’s silent presence. His beloved was both inspiring and arousing, and truth be told, Viggo loved Sean dearly and wanted him close whenever possible.
He had never allowed any one, even Henry watch him work, and so aside from the chest of deep; long drawers in which he kept his painting paraphernalia, and a stool, there was no other furniture in the studio. At the very least, he needed a comfortable chair for Sean to sit in, so Viggo left early for the furniture store, expecting to take some time to select just the right one. To his astonishment, (and undoubtedly Sean’s as well were he to find out that it had uncharacteristically taken only minutes for Viggo to decide on his purchase) the choice had been all too easy.
He was hooked the moment he spotted the recliner and rocker that was large enough to seat two, provided one sat on the other’s lap of course. The fact that the dark green leather upholstery was almost the same colour as Sean’s eyes became when he was inside Viggo and that the leather was as soft to the touch as his lips only served to clinch the deal. Sean would love it, especially after it had been properly ‘welcomed ‘ to its new home. Adjusting the bulge in his jeans that grew quickly in response to any thoughts of Sean, Viggo took out his wallet and stepped up to the sales counter.
Thinking to take advantage of a customer with ready cash, the salesman suggested that Viggo might want a side table as well. Viggo hesitated for some time, undecided about adding too much furniture to his studio until he noticed a very ‘English’ looking table with a small drawer, just large enough for Sean’s spare reading glasses and a tube of their favourite lube. The sale was made.
*****************
“A little more to the left, I think… no not quite that far!” The exasperation in Viggo’s voice matching that on the face of the delivery guy turned interior decorator for the crazy Danish artist.
“Listen mister, I get paid by the delivery, not the hour so unless you want to make it worth my while, I’m outta here!” Declared the increasingly impatient man assisting him as he faced Viggo with hands on hips and a single raised eyebrow that reminded him of Elrond, and demanded a response. He obviously did not understand the importance of the task Viggo was undertaking… namely to find the exact location for the very rare addition to his studio furnishings.
“A hundred do?” Viggo asked, not willing to waste any time negotiating. The man’s eyes widened at the more than generous offer and he nodded his agreement.
“Okay, where next?” he asked, suddenly in a much more helpful frame of mind. Viggo had him move the chair several more times until he was almost satisfied, then feeling as if the guy had not really earned the hundred dollars, had him move it a few more times just for the hell of it.
“Hmm… about this far from the window,” Viggo replied, indicating a short distance with the spread of his arms. “Just a tad more to the right…yeah, perfect,” he said finally. The delivery guy breathed a sigh of relief, took the money and left before the nutter could change his mind.
*************
Sean had barely set foot in the door when Viggo grabbed his hand and dragged him to the studio.
“This for me?” he asked needlessly as he spotted the ‘Sean’s Corner’ sign hanging on the wall behind the chair, and the ‘I love you, Sean” placard on the seat.
“Love you too, Viggo,” Sean whispered against his lover’s lips before he kissed him soundly. A mere glance was all that was needed between the long-time lovers to convey their need and clothes rapidly covered the floor.
“So what do you think?” Viggo asked quite some time later as he straddled Sean and finally released his lips long enough for him to utter a few breathless words.
“Bloody brilliant idea, Vig. Don’t have to work so hard, ” Sean teased as he thrust upwards in rhythm with the motion of the chair.
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