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rugbytackleTitle: Toes
Author: mooms
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: R
Summary: Sean reminisces
Warnings: RPS
Disclaimer: Written for fun, not profit. This is a work of imagination and does not imply anything about the real life activities of either person.
Archive : Viggo_cursive and rugbytackle
Author’s note : Written for Govi’s Prompt Table on Mighty Bean. #41 Toes, incorporating #46 First Kiss and #57 At a Friend’s House
TOES
Sean’s shoulders slumped as he unlocked the door and entered the house. It had been a bad day and he was tired, aching and bad-tempered. He had an appointment with a whiskey bottle, a pack of cigarettes and, he hoped, a long telephone conversation, to make him feel better.
Throwing his keys violently onto the hall table, he headed for the drinks cabinet, wincing, as he realised that his feet were giving him hell. He paused to take off his shoes and socks, wiggling his toes in relief, smiling for the first time in hours, as walking through the house barefoot, reminded him of his beloved lunatic, currently away in Australia, promoting A History of Violence.
Pouring himself a generous shot of whisky, Sean found himself digging the foot-spa out of the hall cupboard and filling it with water, sloshing in some peppermint oil from the kitchen cupboard, grabbing a towel from the rail and going into the living room. Plugging his footbath in and turning it on, he settled down on the couch, rolling his jeans up to the knees and sighed as he lowered his feet into the swirling, fragrant water.
Taking a long pull at his drink, Sean closed his eyes and wished that Viggo could be there to massage his tired feet. His memory drifted back to the first time he had felt those strong, competent hands…………..
It had been in New Zealand and Sean had felt an immediate connection to the new Aragorn, becoming firm friends immediately. They had so much in common, after all, almost the same age, alleged grown-ups amongst a nursery class of Hobbits and an excitable elf, a wealth of hard life –experience between them, including broken marriages and kids, a shared love of “real” football and a fondness of downing several beers, followed by a few whiskies and putting the world to rights.
Sean had been feeling particularly vulnerable, involved in his third acrimonious marriage break-up and to be able to go out with Viggo and bond with him man’s man to man’s man had been a life-line for him.
True, Viggo had some eccentricities, but Sean had always found them endearing. It wasn’t always possible to talk to Viggo at all, if Aragorn was in and it was slightly odd that he travelled everywhere with Aragorn’s sword,
“You ever think that Aragorn could be compensating for something, Vig ?”, the question only answered by one of Viggo’s enigmatic smiles.
He had been fascinated by Viggo’s creative mind, his dedication to his work, his knowledge and love of the natural world, his politics, fiercely protective of the underdog and his slightly mad sense of humour.
For such a gentle, peace-loving poet, Viggo had exhibited an alarmingly violent sense of fun, as Sean had found to his cost, lying flat on his back, all the wind knocked out of him, by a flying rugby –tackle .As he had lain there, cursing, with Viggo’s face above him, he had experienced a very strange sensation, which he hadn’t wanted to think about, so had pushed firmly to the back of his mind.
This particular night, the Fellowship had been round at Orlando’s place on the beach, celebrating one of their rare long weekends off and months of working sixteen hour days, six days a week.
They had all been barefoot, as they had walked on the beach earlier, but now, the hard-core were draped around Orlando’s living room in various stages of intoxication ,some watching old movies, some of the more light-weight already passed out, Ian, John and Astin having left earlier.
Sean had found himself slumped on the couch, in much the same position he was now adopting, with Viggo lying on the floor, next to Sean’s bare feet, propped up on one elbow. In spite of his tiredness, Sean had been feeling mellow and contented and three-quarters drunk, but now, in the dark room, he was looking at Viggo’s profile, sharp against the flickering blue light from the TV and it had struck him for the first time that Viggo was actually beautiful and that strange sensation had been back again, causing him to frown slightly with confusion.
As if reading his mind, Viggo had turned his head and smiled up at him. Sean had sat, transfixed, caught in the beam of those magnetic eyes, like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
“Hey, Sean, you look tense ! Let me help you relax !”
Sean had found his mouth suddenly dry and had been incapable of answering, as Viggo had sat up, cross legged and picked up his left foot, placing it in his lap.
Viggo had held Sean’s ankle firmly in his left hand and with his right, had gently rotated his foot, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. Sean had closed his eyes, drinking in the sensation of Viggo’s hands on his foot and feeling the muscles in his leg and then the rest of his body gradually relax.
Viggo had then moved his hands and placed one on the ball of Sean’s foot, while spreading the other across his toes and pressing them back. Sean had sighed with pleasure and slid further down into the cushions on the couch, feeling as if his bones were turning to liquid, then he had caught his breath, as Viggo had begun to rub his ankle, with both hands, in a circular motion.
This had gone straight to Sean’s groin and he had opened his shocked green eyes wide to meet Viggo’s, finally fully aware that he wanted Viggo…really wanted him….wanted him in THAT way.
Never losing eye-contact, Viggo had put down his left foot and repeated the procedure with the right. By the time he had finished with it, Sean was panting and so hard that he could have drilled holes with his cock.
Viggo had put down his foot and knelt between Sean’s knees, grasping his head between his hands and pulling him down into a kiss, which had started gentle and explorative, but soon graduated to something more challenging and demanding as they duelled for dominance together, oblivious to the other occupants of the room.
“For God’s sake, get a room, you two,” that was Dom from the corner and Sean had taken him at his word, leaping up and grabbing Viggo’s hand, dragging him up to the guest room and slamming him against the wall, as soon as the door had closed.
Sean had swiftly divested both of them of their clothes, Viggo allowing him to take the lead on this occasion, as he had a hunch that this was a first for Sean and was prepared to treat him like a skittish horse.
It had not been until Sean had spread Viggo on the bed, thoroughly explored his body,(and no, Aragorn hadn’t needed to compensate for anything) and sheathed himself in his silky warmth, that he had remembered that he had never actually done this before with a man, it just seemed so right, somehow, with Viggo .As they had shared their first climax together , he had already known that this was no small thing and that he was in love………
The phone shrilled, rousing him from his reverie and he lifted his feet out of the cooling water.
“Hi !”
“Hi, Vig”, even after all these years, that voice over the phone could produce a Pavlovian reaction in his jeans.
“What are you doing ?”
“Oh, just thinking about the relaxing nature of foot massage ! Remember how you introduced me to it ?”
“ Oh, yes, Sean, it certainly relaxed you ! Relaxed you right off the couch and into bed with me. Relaxed you right out of heterosexuality,” allowing his voice to lower even more seductively, “would you like a ‘phone foot massage ?”
“Ok, hang on a minute. Let me get these off!”
“Are you taking off your shoes and socks, Sean ?”
“No, me jeans and boxers ! Right, go ahead !”
Author: mooms
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: R
Summary: Sean reminisces
Warnings: RPS
Disclaimer: Written for fun, not profit. This is a work of imagination and does not imply anything about the real life activities of either person.
Archive : Viggo_cursive and rugbytackle
Author’s note : Written for Govi’s Prompt Table on Mighty Bean. #41 Toes, incorporating #46 First Kiss and #57 At a Friend’s House
TOES
Sean’s shoulders slumped as he unlocked the door and entered the house. It had been a bad day and he was tired, aching and bad-tempered. He had an appointment with a whiskey bottle, a pack of cigarettes and, he hoped, a long telephone conversation, to make him feel better.
Throwing his keys violently onto the hall table, he headed for the drinks cabinet, wincing, as he realised that his feet were giving him hell. He paused to take off his shoes and socks, wiggling his toes in relief, smiling for the first time in hours, as walking through the house barefoot, reminded him of his beloved lunatic, currently away in Australia, promoting A History of Violence.
Pouring himself a generous shot of whisky, Sean found himself digging the foot-spa out of the hall cupboard and filling it with water, sloshing in some peppermint oil from the kitchen cupboard, grabbing a towel from the rail and going into the living room. Plugging his footbath in and turning it on, he settled down on the couch, rolling his jeans up to the knees and sighed as he lowered his feet into the swirling, fragrant water.
Taking a long pull at his drink, Sean closed his eyes and wished that Viggo could be there to massage his tired feet. His memory drifted back to the first time he had felt those strong, competent hands…………..
It had been in New Zealand and Sean had felt an immediate connection to the new Aragorn, becoming firm friends immediately. They had so much in common, after all, almost the same age, alleged grown-ups amongst a nursery class of Hobbits and an excitable elf, a wealth of hard life –experience between them, including broken marriages and kids, a shared love of “real” football and a fondness of downing several beers, followed by a few whiskies and putting the world to rights.
Sean had been feeling particularly vulnerable, involved in his third acrimonious marriage break-up and to be able to go out with Viggo and bond with him man’s man to man’s man had been a life-line for him.
True, Viggo had some eccentricities, but Sean had always found them endearing. It wasn’t always possible to talk to Viggo at all, if Aragorn was in and it was slightly odd that he travelled everywhere with Aragorn’s sword,
“You ever think that Aragorn could be compensating for something, Vig ?”, the question only answered by one of Viggo’s enigmatic smiles.
He had been fascinated by Viggo’s creative mind, his dedication to his work, his knowledge and love of the natural world, his politics, fiercely protective of the underdog and his slightly mad sense of humour.
For such a gentle, peace-loving poet, Viggo had exhibited an alarmingly violent sense of fun, as Sean had found to his cost, lying flat on his back, all the wind knocked out of him, by a flying rugby –tackle .As he had lain there, cursing, with Viggo’s face above him, he had experienced a very strange sensation, which he hadn’t wanted to think about, so had pushed firmly to the back of his mind.
This particular night, the Fellowship had been round at Orlando’s place on the beach, celebrating one of their rare long weekends off and months of working sixteen hour days, six days a week.
They had all been barefoot, as they had walked on the beach earlier, but now, the hard-core were draped around Orlando’s living room in various stages of intoxication ,some watching old movies, some of the more light-weight already passed out, Ian, John and Astin having left earlier.
Sean had found himself slumped on the couch, in much the same position he was now adopting, with Viggo lying on the floor, next to Sean’s bare feet, propped up on one elbow. In spite of his tiredness, Sean had been feeling mellow and contented and three-quarters drunk, but now, in the dark room, he was looking at Viggo’s profile, sharp against the flickering blue light from the TV and it had struck him for the first time that Viggo was actually beautiful and that strange sensation had been back again, causing him to frown slightly with confusion.
As if reading his mind, Viggo had turned his head and smiled up at him. Sean had sat, transfixed, caught in the beam of those magnetic eyes, like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
“Hey, Sean, you look tense ! Let me help you relax !”
Sean had found his mouth suddenly dry and had been incapable of answering, as Viggo had sat up, cross legged and picked up his left foot, placing it in his lap.
Viggo had held Sean’s ankle firmly in his left hand and with his right, had gently rotated his foot, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. Sean had closed his eyes, drinking in the sensation of Viggo’s hands on his foot and feeling the muscles in his leg and then the rest of his body gradually relax.
Viggo had then moved his hands and placed one on the ball of Sean’s foot, while spreading the other across his toes and pressing them back. Sean had sighed with pleasure and slid further down into the cushions on the couch, feeling as if his bones were turning to liquid, then he had caught his breath, as Viggo had begun to rub his ankle, with both hands, in a circular motion.
This had gone straight to Sean’s groin and he had opened his shocked green eyes wide to meet Viggo’s, finally fully aware that he wanted Viggo…really wanted him….wanted him in THAT way.
Never losing eye-contact, Viggo had put down his left foot and repeated the procedure with the right. By the time he had finished with it, Sean was panting and so hard that he could have drilled holes with his cock.
Viggo had put down his foot and knelt between Sean’s knees, grasping his head between his hands and pulling him down into a kiss, which had started gentle and explorative, but soon graduated to something more challenging and demanding as they duelled for dominance together, oblivious to the other occupants of the room.
“For God’s sake, get a room, you two,” that was Dom from the corner and Sean had taken him at his word, leaping up and grabbing Viggo’s hand, dragging him up to the guest room and slamming him against the wall, as soon as the door had closed.
Sean had swiftly divested both of them of their clothes, Viggo allowing him to take the lead on this occasion, as he had a hunch that this was a first for Sean and was prepared to treat him like a skittish horse.
It had not been until Sean had spread Viggo on the bed, thoroughly explored his body,(and no, Aragorn hadn’t needed to compensate for anything) and sheathed himself in his silky warmth, that he had remembered that he had never actually done this before with a man, it just seemed so right, somehow, with Viggo .As they had shared their first climax together , he had already known that this was no small thing and that he was in love………
The phone shrilled, rousing him from his reverie and he lifted his feet out of the cooling water.
“Hi !”
“Hi, Vig”, even after all these years, that voice over the phone could produce a Pavlovian reaction in his jeans.
“What are you doing ?”
“Oh, just thinking about the relaxing nature of foot massage ! Remember how you introduced me to it ?”
“ Oh, yes, Sean, it certainly relaxed you ! Relaxed you right off the couch and into bed with me. Relaxed you right out of heterosexuality,” allowing his voice to lower even more seductively, “would you like a ‘phone foot massage ?”
“Ok, hang on a minute. Let me get these off!”
“Are you taking off your shoes and socks, Sean ?”
“No, me jeans and boxers ! Right, go ahead !”
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