rugbytackle | Ficlet

Title: Not with Sean, part two

Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R

Archive: Rugbytackle

DISCLAIMER: I don’t know these men, it never happened: it’s all just in my head!
You’ll find part 1 here: http://govi20.livejournal.com/33031.html#cutid1

Now this is the second and last night he’ll be spending in Viggo’s house. In his fucking guestroom! On the bloody other side of the hallway!

Sean is restless, throwing himself around and around in his bed. They had a good time two nights ago and got a bit drunk in the right way.

Then Viggo said: “let’s go to bed” and that seemed a very good idea. Finally it would happen. Haunting him ever since New Zealand. All that time waiting for Viggo.

He always knew Viggo would make the first move. He had been obvious enough. What if he hit on Viggo and got rejected?

But that wouldn’t happen if Viggo hit on him, because he wanted it. So Viggo would make the first move. Seemed logical. Only it didn’t happen.

Not in New Zealand and not here in L.A. Because Viggo had showed him the guest room that first night and there he was. Alone. And aroused. Definitely not sleeping very well.

Then this morning he woke up very early. He heard Viggo about an hour later, heard him going downstairs. And then finally getting up again. Probably coming up to wake him.

Within a minute he had worked himself out of the boxers he slept in and lied down on top of the covers. Viggo was up for a shocker and perhaps he would finally make a move? After all, his arse seemed quite popular, so that should do the trick.

Sometimes it was really useful being an actor. He controlled his breath and feigned sleep when he heard Viggo coming in. And just standing there. And standing there. And leaving..fuck, failed again!

Today they had another nice day. Bloody tease all over him all day. Touching, hugging, arms around him. But again tonight Sean ended up in the guest room. Alone.

So he gives up. Tomorrow he’s flying home promising himself to forget all about Viggo and his bloody guest room. Forget his face, his eyes and the rest of the too good-looking bastard.

He’ll go home and find him some company for the coming nights. In his bed, not in the guest room. The message was clear enough: Viggo just wanted him as a friend.

But on the other hand: Viggo had been standing there quite some time. He didn’t leave the room immediately, like every decent friend would have.

So he did like the view. Or perhaps he was in shock. Not that Viggo was very easily shocked. Sean threw himself on his other side again. He just had to sleep!

He almost succeeded when he heard the floorboard creak. He was wide-awake again immediatly, listening very carefully. It was Viggo sneaking around and he was not going to the bathroom.

He was clearly coming to his, Sean’s room. -To do what?- he wondered.

The door was softly opened a little wider and Viggo stood on the threshold, lingering there for some time. Then he tiptoed to the bed very slowly. Sean closed his eyes and waited. He peered from under his lashes and saw Viggo bending over to him.

A moment later he felt Viggo’s breath on his face. He must have bend over to have another look at Sean’s naked body. The thought of that did it; all reasonable thoughts left him, his body took over.

His arm shot out, grabbing Viggo’s and pulling him into the bed. The yelp Viggo gave was very satisfying, but soon smothered because Sean was kissing him very hard. Coming up to breathe Sean looked down on Viggo, who was lying beneath him.

The faint morning light shining through the curtains showed him Viggo’s face. He looked astonished and for once unable to speak.

“Good’, Sean thought and leaned in again to kiss him.

Viggo was kissing back all right, his hands roaming over Sean’s body, his hips bucking up at Sean’s. Sean pushed up his upper body on his arms and looked at Viggo again.

“What were you doing sneaking around and looking at me sleeping?”

Viggo just moaned, curled his fingers around Sean’s neck and pulled him back again. -Well, that question was answered,- he thought vaguely, when he felt Viggo’s hand creeping in his boxers.