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rugbytackleTitle: Just another party
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Archive: Rugbytackling
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t know these men, it never happened, it’s all just in my head!
It was probably the fourth party he attended to this week, this time at Dom’s place. They all seemed the same and he was a bit bored. He was here for 6 weeks now and was happy with the way he seemed to fit in. The way they welcomed him.
The crazy working schedule more demanding then any of them ever experienced, they needed to go loose at night. Keeping them sane.
The movie binding them in such a way they even did that together, sharing all, even their sparse time off. Of course he could have refused to come tonight.
He could have stayed at home, reading or painting or just have a full night of sleep for once. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not after what he saw last week at Ian’s house.
Another party, slightly more sophisticated house, but a wild party anyway. Cast and crew playing some game he didn’t understand and he felt too tired to try to.
Peering through the haze of the crowded room filled with smoke he discovered Sean was missing. Since he drove here with Sean he knew he had to be somewhere and he went looking for him. He was not in the kitchen, nor in Ian’s big dining room.
Perhaps he was upstairs in one of the bedrooms sleeping his tiredness off. But then again he couldn’t imagine Sean of all people just going upstairs and using Ian’s bedroom. The Hobbits would, Orlando would, but not Sean.
He could be outside and Viggo cheered up considerably, thinking of fresh air, peace and quiet and a nice talk with his friend Sean. Nice, solid, reliable Sean. It seemed only natural they were friends, sharing age, interests and bad experiences.
He strolled out in the garden, shivering in the chilly evening air, No Sean either. Determined to find him he walked around the house. A lot of cars, parked where the drivers stopped. Sean’s car was still there. Then he saw the faint light coming from Ian’s small garage.
He walked in, but froze at the entrance and stepped back quickly in the shadows. Sean was there all right. His pants pulled off mid thighs; he had one of the girls from the costume department bent over Ian’s car.
Viggo knew he should go away immediately, but he couldn’t. Could do nothing but stare. Not stare at the busty blonde, somehow he knew that would be Sean’s type, but at Sean.
His biceps straining under his short sleeved T-shirt, keeping the girl down. His heavy panting.
But the most arousing of all, his face. Viggo just couldn’t tear his eyes of Sean’s face. Contorted with lust, his eyes nearly closed, tongue slipping out wetting his lips. His hand coming down on the girl’s neck, pushing her even deeper on the hood of the car.
Throwing his head back, Sean seemed to look straight at him when he came and Viggo finally found the strength to turn away. Making him go back to the house again and finding his release with one of those- very eager to fuck Aragorn- girls.
Luckily he was that busy during the daytime, but every single night since then his head was filled with thoughts of Sean. Picturing himself bend over the hood of that car, or table, or whatever. His head being pushed down, his body pinned that way.
He found himself watching Sean, watching the girl. Afraid to see any connection between them. But that never happened. Must have been a one-night thing then. He hoped. So here he was in Dom’s kitchen, drinking his tenth beer and wanting.
Perhaps it was the first swallow of the eleventh beer giving him the courage to grab Sean’s wrist when he walked into the kitchen. Sean, slightly drunk, startled but willingly leaning back at the fridge while he kissed him. Pushed his tongue between Sean’s lips till they were both moaning.
You can’t always get what you want: sometimes you'll just have to take it.
The crazy working schedule more demanding then any of them ever experienced, they needed to go loose at night. Keeping them sane.
The movie binding them in such a way they even did that together, sharing all, even their sparse time off. Of course he could have refused to come tonight.
He could have stayed at home, reading or painting or just have a full night of sleep for once. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not after what he saw last week at Ian’s house.
Another party, slightly more sophisticated house, but a wild party anyway. Cast and crew playing some game he didn’t understand and he felt too tired to try to.
Peering through the haze of the crowded room filled with smoke he discovered Sean was missing. Since he drove here with Sean he knew he had to be somewhere and he went looking for him. He was not in the kitchen, nor in Ian’s big dining room.
Perhaps he was upstairs in one of the bedrooms sleeping his tiredness off. But then again he couldn’t imagine Sean of all people just going upstairs and using Ian’s bedroom. The Hobbits would, Orlando would, but not Sean.
He could be outside and Viggo cheered up considerably, thinking of fresh air, peace and quiet and a nice talk with his friend Sean. Nice, solid, reliable Sean. It seemed only natural they were friends, sharing age, interests and bad experiences.
He strolled out in the garden, shivering in the chilly evening air, No Sean either. Determined to find him he walked around the house. A lot of cars, parked where the drivers stopped. Sean’s car was still there. Then he saw the faint light coming from Ian’s small garage.
He walked in, but froze at the entrance and stepped back quickly in the shadows. Sean was there all right. His pants pulled off mid thighs; he had one of the girls from the costume department bent over Ian’s car.
Viggo knew he should go away immediately, but he couldn’t. Could do nothing but stare. Not stare at the busty blonde, somehow he knew that would be Sean’s type, but at Sean.
His biceps straining under his short sleeved T-shirt, keeping the girl down. His heavy panting.
But the most arousing of all, his face. Viggo just couldn’t tear his eyes of Sean’s face. Contorted with lust, his eyes nearly closed, tongue slipping out wetting his lips. His hand coming down on the girl’s neck, pushing her even deeper on the hood of the car.
Throwing his head back, Sean seemed to look straight at him when he came and Viggo finally found the strength to turn away. Making him go back to the house again and finding his release with one of those- very eager to fuck Aragorn- girls.
Luckily he was that busy during the daytime, but every single night since then his head was filled with thoughts of Sean. Picturing himself bend over the hood of that car, or table, or whatever. His head being pushed down, his body pinned that way.
He found himself watching Sean, watching the girl. Afraid to see any connection between them. But that never happened. Must have been a one-night thing then. He hoped. So here he was in Dom’s kitchen, drinking his tenth beer and wanting.
Perhaps it was the first swallow of the eleventh beer giving him the courage to grab Sean’s wrist when he walked into the kitchen. Sean, slightly drunk, startled but willingly leaning back at the fridge while he kissed him. Pushed his tongue between Sean’s lips till they were both moaning.
You can’t always get what you want: sometimes you'll just have to take it.
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Date: 2006-04-06 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-06 06:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-06 06:21 pm (UTC)In other words: Guh!
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Date: 2006-04-06 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-06 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-06 08:15 pm (UTC)Very nice. Very!
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Date: 2006-04-07 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-06 10:09 pm (UTC)Veeery hot!
(And it's been exactly what I needed after a truly nerve-racking day!)
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Date: 2006-04-07 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 02:53 am (UTC)And oh please tell me Sean bent over that blonde just because he hadn't got Viggo !!!
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Date: 2006-04-07 03:54 am (UTC)