rugbytackle | FIC: Summer Break (PG)

Title: Summer Break
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, claiming nothing about these lovely men or their lifestyle choices.

Summary: Sean gets a summer break of a different kind.

Sean poured a glass of ice-cold lemonade, wishing it was a beer but accepting that alcohol and his pain medication did not mix well, and reclined comfortably in his chair. His corner of Viggo’s studio offered an amazing view across the ranch, however it was not the trees and mountains in the distance that captured his attention today, but the irresistible scene closer to home. In the yard below was a bare-chested Viggo who, preferring to use solar power to dry the laundry, was pegging out the wash. Every time he bent to pick a garment out of the basket, Sean was treated to the highly arousing sight of jeans pulling tight over the firmest, hottest ass cheeks he had ever had the pleasure of fondling.

It was indeed a rare gift, because Viggo was not particularly inclined towards domestic chores, but ever since Sean had become injured saving his life, he had certainly changed his ways. Right now there was nothing in the domestic line he would not do and Sean decided that having a broken ankle was not all that bad a way to spend his days. Not that he would want the circumstances surrounding the injury to ever happen again.

That had been several days ago, and since he had returned from the emergency room on crutches and with his foot in a cast, Sean had been pampered with so much tender loving care and incredibly good, equally tender, loving sex that he was considering asking the doctor to make the bloody thing a permanent fixture. That is if he found the balls to actually go back. Viggo had decided the off white plaster was an excellent medium for a little creative artwork and had set to it with his paints, his pen and much enthusiasm.

It was not so much anyone seeing the strange combination of bright colours and weird designs that made the fabrics of anything he had seen Orlando wearing look tame that bothered him, it was more the unmistakeable depictions of several of the new positions they had discovered suited a partner with his foot in plaster. On seeing those, there would be no doubt as to his and Viggo’s true relationship and Sean was not so certain how the doctor, or whoever was to remove the cast, would react. He was not ashamed of loving Viggo, but did he feel that what they shared, especially in bed, wasn’t anyone’s business but their own.

What he also wanted to keep to himself were the beautiful, personal and intensely intimate words of love, words like, ‘my darling Sean’, ‘love of my life’, and ‘forever a part of my soul’ that Viggo had randomly written on his plaster encased foot when the mood struck.

“And forever part of me,” Sean whispered softly into the empty studio, shuddering as he recalled that he had almost lost Viggo. There was nothing worth that price Sean told himself as he began to feel a little drowsy and his mind drifted back…

The warm summer weather had enticed Sean and Viggo to spend a romantic night camping in the one particular spot of the woods that were part of the ranch that had become their favourite because reminded them both of New Zealand. Conflicting work schedules meant it was something they did rarely, but both enjoyed it immensely whenever the chance arose. Viggo spent most of the daylight hours taking photos, but content just to be alone with his lover, Sean did not begrudge Viggo the pleasure he took in his artistic pursuits. Besides, the pleasures they shared entwined in each other’s arms long into the nights more than compensated.

“Viggo! Look out!” Sean shouted in alarm, running towards the stand of trees where Viggo had set up his camera. Totally absorbed with capturing the exact combination of angle and lighting for the photograph he was trying to take of the single delicate flower growing amongst the leaves that littered the ground, Viggo failed to hear the resounding ‘crack’ of dried wood that heralded the breaking of one of the decaying branches. One that to Sean’s horror was directly above where Viggo was standing.

The urgency in Sean’s voice caused his lover to cast an enquiring glance in his direction, then upward to where Sean was pointing wildly in warning as he ran. Realising the danger he was in, but held fast by momentary surprise, Viggo stood frozen to the spot as the large, heavy tree limb began to fall. With a desperate lunge, Sean reached him just in time to push him unceremoniously out of harm’s way as the dead wood crashed to the ground, crushing the camera and Sean’s ankle beneath its weight. Sean could not help but scream in agony as he felt something break, but of greater concern was the way Viggo landed on his back with a sickening ‘thud’ and then remained still.

“Viggo! Are you all right? Viggo!” Sean, voice frantic with worry, called to the unmoving figure just on the edge of his line of sight. A slight movement, followed by a groan of pain reassured him, as did the brilliant if not slightly confused smile that was offered when Viggo finally managed to sit up. The smile vanished when he saw Sean’s predicament, and how close he had come to losing him. There was no mistaking the mixture of fear, relief and the very deep love they shared in the silent exchange as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Yeah, just winded. Jesus, Sean, what were you thinking? You could have been killed!” Viggo said anxiously as he crawled on all fours to where his lover lay pinned beneath the branch, cursing and swearing inventively and in a great deal of agony that not even the tender kisses of gratitude and that were showered on him could ease.

“And I was shit scared you would be, had to do something since you were too dumbstruck to move,” Sean panted as he tried to bravely bear the pain that was bringing tears to his eyes and a cold sweat to his brow.

“I love you so very much, Sean,” was all Viggo could think of to say as he tenderly claimed his lover’s lips. With a grunt of discomfort, Sean managed a nonchalant shrug as if risking his life for Viggo was the most natural thing in the world to do, which he thought it was, of course

“Love you too, Vig.” The words were enough for mow, but judging by the brief spark of fire in those brillante green eyes, a more physical expression of the feeling was anticipated. Viggo felt his jeans tighten in response but first things first, as Sean’s groans reminded them both.

“Christ it hurts! Get this fucking bit of wood off me will ye!” he said, gritting his teeth as another wave of pain struck him, causing his face to pale as he fought for control. Removing his tee shirt, Viggo wiped the sweat from Sean’s eyes, kissed him soundly again to try and ease a little of the pain then moved to take a closer look at the injury.

“If I lift the branch, do you think you can wriggle from underneath it?” Viggo asked as he tested the weight, relieved to discover that, while it was definitely more than he could lift comfortably for a long time, he could at least lift it long enough to set Sean free. A nod was his only reply and with a whispered “Now!” and determined strength, Viggo lifted the branch, holding it on his shoulder so that he could use one hand to assist his injured lover.

Sean almost fainted when the pressure was released so intense was the ache, and with his heart racing wildly, and gasping for breath, he closed his eyes and waited for the worst to pass as Viggo’s caring hands tried to gauge the extent of the injury. The ankle was already swollen and a blue-black bruise was forming and Sean was unable to move all his toes.

“Broken ankle, I think,” Viggo said as he carefully elevated the foot a little, using his tee shirt as a pillow There was no way Sean could walk, and he did not want to risk further injury by making him do so, it was quite a distance back to the house.

“Will you be all right until I get back, I have to call 911.”

“Yeah, just hurry will you?” Sean replied, in no mind to protest as he
closed his eyes against the pain…

“Are you awake Sean? I’ve finished the laundry, is there anything else you need?” Viggo’s soft voice whispered against his ear, causing Sean to open his eyes.

There was only one answer possible.

“Yeah, need you love…kiss me,” Sean replied suddenly wide-awake as he pulled Viggo onto his lap and claimed his lips, long and sweet and slow.

(fin)