RPS: Four Ficlets
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rugbytackleRPS: Four Vigbean Ficlets
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willowwing
Ratings: Up to NC-17 – be prepared for sex
Beta’d by committee:okinay, arieltachna & namarie120 ~ my beautiful comma angels.
Warnings: on each ficlet if necessary
Disclaimer: None of them are true. Written purely for pleasure, not money.
A/N: I posted an offer in my journal here with a series of prompts. I blamebijouatweb entirely for the madness, but this is the result. There were 33 ficlets in all with multiple pairings. The rest are posted at my LJ. I hope you enjoy.
Prompt: 1. Naughty
Pairing: Vigbean
Written for:jack4will
A/N: Argh… Christmas in April… again… forgive me folks.
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Viggo let himself into Sean’s London home. He knew his lover would be with his girls until late, possibly even until morning, but another Christmas spent apart just wasn’t an option. He’d crawl into Sean’s enormous custom-sized bed and sleep off his jet lag until his lover returned.
Many hours later, Viggo was roused from sleep by a strong hand rubbing him roughly through the soft cotton sheet. His cock was responding enthusiastically, almost completely hard before he even had his eyes open.
Eye lashes fluttering, the first thing he saw was the hungry look in familiar emerald eyes. “You better be careful, Bean,” he warned.
Sean raised one eyebrow in silent query.
“You are being very Naughty. Santa won’t bring you anything,” he warned, his voice deep and raspy from the sleep and the desire flowing freely through his body from Sean’s touch.
“Don’t bloody well care.” Sean grinned predatorily, sending shivers down Viggo’s spine. “Let him leave me a lump of coal. I’ve already got everything I could wish for right here.”
He twisted his wrist on Viggo’s erection, making the American gasp. “And this is the only ‘lump’ I’m interested in.”
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Prompt: 14. On His Knees
Pairing: Vigbean
Written for:loyaldreamer
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Viggo walked through the sunny kitchen, taking a moment to watch Sean out of the back window. (Sean’s teenaged daughter) had let him in on her way out. A quick hug and a comment about her bizarre dad being out in the garden and she was gone. Teenagers are the same the world over, Viggo thought.
The American stood transfixed, watching as Sean worked to prep the early spring beds. It was an unusually warm and sunny day for London in April. The blonde was wearing nothing but a ratty pair of well-loved jeans. Viggo could see the discarded t-shirt hanging over a tree limb. Tanned muscles flexed and shifted across his broad back as he kneeled in the soft earth. The loose denim did nothing to hide quell the rising desire Viggo felt staring at his lover’s ass.
Quietly opening the door, the American walked toward the unsuspecting gardener. He didn’t sneak, but he did nothing to make his presence known either. Stopping right behind his target, he knelt, arms suddenly surrounding the sweaty torso.
“Bloody hell,” Sean cursed, jumping forward, sending them both off balance and sprawling into the freshly worked dirt. “Fuck, Viggo, you scared the piss out of me.”
Viggo crawled forward over Sean’s body, forcing him to lie flat. “Sorry,” he apologized, sounding not the least little bit repentant. “I couldn’t help myself. Three months of celibacy.” He dragged his thigh up between Sean’s thighs, feeling him start to harden under the pressure. “You. Half naked and on your knees.” He pressed harder against the now fully hard bulge, causing a gasp from the man under him. “You’re lucky you don’t have my dick up your ass right here in full view of your neighbors.”
Speechless and horny, Sean grabbed his lover’s head with soil stained fingers, pulling him fully down on top of him and kissing him breathless. Shifting slightly, Sean cradled Viggo between his legs, pushing up into the tempting hardness mirroring his own, delighting in the bolts of pleasure shooting from his cock at the friction.
Breaking his mouth away, gasping for a full breath, Sean’s green eyes sparkled with hunger that made Viggo’s mouth dry. “Like me on my knees, do ya?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah,” Viggo panted, trying to regain his breath.
“Then get the fuck off me. Let’s see how you like the look of me on my knees in the shower.”
Viggo groaned, rolling to his side, getting dirt all over his own clothes. What did he care? They were headed to the shower anyway.
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Prompt: 16. Losing His Cherry
Request: Orlando
Pairing: Vigbean
Written for:rocketbalm
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“Oh sod it all,” Orlando cursed, jerking to look at the floor and spilling his pink drink down the front of his new shirt. “Bloody hell!”
Still clutching his martini glass, the young man dropped to his knees on the floor. Holding the glass aloft and trying to keep it steady, he leaned over, cheek pressed to the carpet. “Where did you go, you mother fucker?”
Shuffling on his knees, he moved forward turning his head to scan both under the couch and the coffee table. Grabbing a leg of the couch with his free hand, he tugged it forward away from the wall. Crawling around the end, he turned around on his butt and scooted into the small opening about a meter when he figured out that in this position, he couldn’t see the floor. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
He started to scoot forward again when he realized he was losing a good portion of his drink as it sloshed over the sides of the glass. Sitting still, he sipped his drink. Can’t let alcohol go to waste.
He was on his second sip when he heard voices enter the room. Shit. He looked mighty stupid sitting wedged behind the sofa on the floor drinking a Cosmopolitan. Better to just stay hidden until whoever it was left. The majority of the party was taking place on the back deck. It wouldn’t be long before they moved along. He took another sip.
“Omph!” Orlando bit his lip to keep from making a sound as the couch lurched back, squishing him against the wall. What the fuck?
“Oh God yeah, Vig… right fucking there…”
Orlando’s eyebrows went up. That was Sean.
“Oh more… harder…” the Brit panted, his accent thick and raspy.
The sofa jarred again… and again… and again. There was a rhythm developing here. Curious beyond belief, Orlando stretched and contorted trying to see under or around the couch, but he was well and truly lodged, at least until the weight on the other side was removed. The moans and groans coming from the men on the couch were making him hard, but he couldn’t even shift to adjust his cock, which was trapped at an excruciating angle.
Sean’s incoherent babbling had settled into a steady chant of Viggo’s name. Who’d have thought Beanie was a screamer? Orlando hadn’t even thought either of them was gay. Viggo was completely quiet, though, Orlando puzzled. Was he just quiet or was Sean’s cock jammed down his throat stifling him? Orlando almost moaned at that image.
“Bloody hell, I’m coming,” Sean screamed, his mouth obviously pressed against something to muffle the sound. His hand? Vig’s shoulder? Orlando squirmed again, wanting desperately to be able to see something.
Wet, kissing noises filled the room. Slow, tender, sated…
Orlando felt a momentary increase in pressure and then freedom as his friends stood. He listened as they left the room, murmuring softly to each other. As soon as he could no longer hear them, Orlando scrambled out from behind the couch, setting his empty glass on the table and leaning back into the cushion, his mind on what he had just heard.
“Ah ha!” he exclaimed, spying the elusive red sphere on the corner of the table. Gleefully, he popped the cherry in his mouth.
~~~~~~~
Prompt: 18. Slutty
Pairing: Vigbean
Warnings: Light het fondling, Sean/OMC graphic
Written for:whitewizzy
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“All Hail the Once and Future King!” Elijah cried out as Viggo approached the table.
“Lij, I think you have your movies mixed up,” Viggo laughed, sliding into the booth, pushing the hobbit closer to the Elf against the wall. “Or maybe you are just really drunk,” he added, sniffing at the young man.
Orlando was in an animated conversation with Dom and Billy, leaning halfway across the table as he argued his point. Elijah elbowed Orlando in the ribs, interrupting the conversation and pointing towards the bar. “That’s five he’s either managed to cop a feel off of or run his hand clear up to her panties. We are going to lose this bet, you fuckers. I hope you brought your credit cards.”
Viggo’s eyes followed Elijah’s finger to find Sean pressed up close to a beautiful blonde about half his age. He was shielding her from most of the pub with his body, but from this angle, Viggo could clearly see that his hand was cupping her breast, his fingers actually inside her low cut top, playing with her nipple. Her face was upturned; her mouth parted, begging for a kiss, but Sean had his lips hovering just out of reach, denying her what she wanted and increasing how much she wanted it. Viggo guessed that if he were to ask, she’d wrap her legs around him right there and let him fuck her.
Viggo shook his head, turning away from the disturbing image. Giving his order to the hovering waitress, he nudged Elijah. “What bet? What’d you idiots get into this time?”
Elijah blushed. Viggo shook his head again. How did anyone raised in Hollywood still manage to blush? Putting on his best Aragorn ‘don’t fuck with me’ look, he pinned the smaller man with his eyes.
“Well, we bet Beanie tonight’s bar tab that he couldn’t score with ten people before the night was over,” Elijah stuttered, looking sheepishly down at the table before his head snapped up, his eyes going wide.
Viggo looked over his shoulder. Sean had dropped the blonde who was pouting at the other end of the bar as a leggy brunette rubbed herself wantonly against Sean’s crotch. By the look on her face, Viggo was guessing she was about to come. Turning his glare back to the hobbit, he swore, “Who in the fuck thought up this brilliant scheme?”
Orlando cleared his throat a little nervously. “Uhm… actually I did. We were a little short on cash and I figured…” His voice faded off under Viggo’s incredulous glower.
Sean could pick up the bar tab every night and not feel the bite, but he was a sucker for a challenge. Viggo pinched his nose between his fingers. He ought to just go home now. What was the point in subjecting himself to watching this spectacle?
“I probably don’t want to ask this, but what were the exact terms of the bet?” Viggo asked sounding weary.
Dom’s no nonsense voice chimed in, “He has to have intimate contact with ten people, either girls or blokes, on premise, before last call. Intimate contact can be touching genitals, in the case of girls, breasts count, blowjobs, handjobs, intercourse or anything else resulting in one or both parties climaxing.” The hobbit finished, looking very pleased with himself.
“Dom if the movies flop, you’ve got a definite future in writing small print for advertising companies,” Viggo muttered, his eyes inexorably drawn back to the bar. Sean was gone. Viggo sighed. Maybe that was a good thing. At least he didn’t have to watch.
More than an hour later, Viggo excused himself to go to the bathroom. He was convinced that Sean had left with one of his conquests. A good fuck would mean more to him that a bar tab.
Viggo stepped into the men’s room and froze – Sean was leaning against the wall a few meters away, and a man was on his knees before him, sucking his cock. Viggo blinked, unable to keep himself from staring.
Sean had his faded jeans pushed to his knees, his fingers tangled in the longish brown hair of the man before him. The expression on his face was stoic, his eyes tightly shut. The man's head bobbed quickly, one hand wrapped around the base of Sean's erection and the other braced on the wall beside Sean’s thigh. Sean's breathing was ragged, and he was biting his lip.
Viggo wondered if Sean was making an effort to hold back. Sean's hands clenched tighter, and Viggo found himself hypnotized by the motion, the engulfing and revealing of the slick shaft, the rhythm of Sean's breathing. He looked up to see Sean staring back at him, eyes glazed and wide. Viggo froze, uncertain what to do. Should he apologize? Leave? Sean's head snapped back against the wall, and he grimaced, coming, his eyes never leaving Viggo.
Viggo became acutely aware of his burgeoning erection just as Sean's eyes raked him from head to toe. Panicked, he left the bathroom, pausing outside the door to adjust his cock to a more comfortable position before winding his way back to the table, intent on grabbing his sword and going home.
Before he made it out of the dark hallway that housed the bathrooms, a strong hand grabbed his arm, spinning him around and throwing him up against the wall. “You really just don’t give a fook, do ya?” Sean growled, his eyes fierce.
Viggo raised one eyebrow and did his best to look uninterested. He and Sean had shared one drunken night together, waking the next morning to find themselves snuggled together like baby bunnies. Sean had hopped up full of bluster and bravado, quickly grabbing his clothes and making excuses for why he had to head home. Viggo had spent the day in bed, hugging the pillow that smelled like Sean.
“I’m not the one that apparently doesn’t give a ‘fook’,” Viggo stated calmly, meeting Sean’s gaze unwaveringly. “You gonna tell me one of these conquests means something to you? Did you even find out any of their names? Fuck, Sean, the kids I can understand coming up with something this juvenile, but you? You ought to be beyond this.”
Sean leaned closer, his stance threatening. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t think I do.” Viggo paused, eyes sad. “Any more.”
Sean looked stunned and Viggo easily pushed past him.
“Wait,” the Brit called out. Viggo paused, keeping his back to Sean. “Did you care?”
Viggo turned around to face the man he thought he had fallen in love with. “Yeah. Yeah, Sean, I did.” He couldn’t believe with as much time as they spent together, they were having this conversation here, in the access hallway of a bar.
“What can I do to make you care again?” Sean asked sincerely.
“I don’t know. You are going to have to figure that out.” Viggo turned, said goodbye to the group and left the bar.
~~~~~
At two o’clock, there was a knock on Viggo’s door. He lay in bed listening to the staccato sound, trying to decide if he should answer it.
“Viggo,” Sean called. “Viggo, mate, I can’t even try if you won’t let me in.”
Viggo sat up, arms around his bent knees, chewing his lip.
“I paid the bar tab.”
Silence.
“I’m sorry.”
Viggo opened the door.
~~~~~~~
Author:
willowwingRatings: Up to NC-17 – be prepared for sex
Beta’d by committee:
okinay, arieltachna & namarie120 ~ my beautiful comma angels.Warnings: on each ficlet if necessary
Disclaimer: None of them are true. Written purely for pleasure, not money.
A/N: I posted an offer in my journal here with a series of prompts. I blame
bijouatweb entirely for the madness, but this is the result. There were 33 ficlets in all with multiple pairings. The rest are posted at my LJ. I hope you enjoy.Prompt: 1. Naughty
Pairing: Vigbean
Written for:
jack4will A/N: Argh… Christmas in April… again… forgive me folks.
Viggo let himself into Sean’s London home. He knew his lover would be with his girls until late, possibly even until morning, but another Christmas spent apart just wasn’t an option. He’d crawl into Sean’s enormous custom-sized bed and sleep off his jet lag until his lover returned.
Many hours later, Viggo was roused from sleep by a strong hand rubbing him roughly through the soft cotton sheet. His cock was responding enthusiastically, almost completely hard before he even had his eyes open.
Eye lashes fluttering, the first thing he saw was the hungry look in familiar emerald eyes. “You better be careful, Bean,” he warned.
Sean raised one eyebrow in silent query.
“You are being very Naughty. Santa won’t bring you anything,” he warned, his voice deep and raspy from the sleep and the desire flowing freely through his body from Sean’s touch.
“Don’t bloody well care.” Sean grinned predatorily, sending shivers down Viggo’s spine. “Let him leave me a lump of coal. I’ve already got everything I could wish for right here.”
He twisted his wrist on Viggo’s erection, making the American gasp. “And this is the only ‘lump’ I’m interested in.”
Prompt: 14. On His Knees
Pairing: Vigbean
Written for:
loyaldreamer Viggo walked through the sunny kitchen, taking a moment to watch Sean out of the back window. (Sean’s teenaged daughter) had let him in on her way out. A quick hug and a comment about her bizarre dad being out in the garden and she was gone. Teenagers are the same the world over, Viggo thought.
The American stood transfixed, watching as Sean worked to prep the early spring beds. It was an unusually warm and sunny day for London in April. The blonde was wearing nothing but a ratty pair of well-loved jeans. Viggo could see the discarded t-shirt hanging over a tree limb. Tanned muscles flexed and shifted across his broad back as he kneeled in the soft earth. The loose denim did nothing to hide quell the rising desire Viggo felt staring at his lover’s ass.
Quietly opening the door, the American walked toward the unsuspecting gardener. He didn’t sneak, but he did nothing to make his presence known either. Stopping right behind his target, he knelt, arms suddenly surrounding the sweaty torso.
“Bloody hell,” Sean cursed, jumping forward, sending them both off balance and sprawling into the freshly worked dirt. “Fuck, Viggo, you scared the piss out of me.”
Viggo crawled forward over Sean’s body, forcing him to lie flat. “Sorry,” he apologized, sounding not the least little bit repentant. “I couldn’t help myself. Three months of celibacy.” He dragged his thigh up between Sean’s thighs, feeling him start to harden under the pressure. “You. Half naked and on your knees.” He pressed harder against the now fully hard bulge, causing a gasp from the man under him. “You’re lucky you don’t have my dick up your ass right here in full view of your neighbors.”
Speechless and horny, Sean grabbed his lover’s head with soil stained fingers, pulling him fully down on top of him and kissing him breathless. Shifting slightly, Sean cradled Viggo between his legs, pushing up into the tempting hardness mirroring his own, delighting in the bolts of pleasure shooting from his cock at the friction.
Breaking his mouth away, gasping for a full breath, Sean’s green eyes sparkled with hunger that made Viggo’s mouth dry. “Like me on my knees, do ya?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah,” Viggo panted, trying to regain his breath.
“Then get the fuck off me. Let’s see how you like the look of me on my knees in the shower.”
Viggo groaned, rolling to his side, getting dirt all over his own clothes. What did he care? They were headed to the shower anyway.
Prompt: 16. Losing His Cherry
Request: Orlando
Pairing: Vigbean
Written for:
rocketbalm “Oh sod it all,” Orlando cursed, jerking to look at the floor and spilling his pink drink down the front of his new shirt. “Bloody hell!”
Still clutching his martini glass, the young man dropped to his knees on the floor. Holding the glass aloft and trying to keep it steady, he leaned over, cheek pressed to the carpet. “Where did you go, you mother fucker?”
Shuffling on his knees, he moved forward turning his head to scan both under the couch and the coffee table. Grabbing a leg of the couch with his free hand, he tugged it forward away from the wall. Crawling around the end, he turned around on his butt and scooted into the small opening about a meter when he figured out that in this position, he couldn’t see the floor. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
He started to scoot forward again when he realized he was losing a good portion of his drink as it sloshed over the sides of the glass. Sitting still, he sipped his drink. Can’t let alcohol go to waste.
He was on his second sip when he heard voices enter the room. Shit. He looked mighty stupid sitting wedged behind the sofa on the floor drinking a Cosmopolitan. Better to just stay hidden until whoever it was left. The majority of the party was taking place on the back deck. It wouldn’t be long before they moved along. He took another sip.
“Omph!” Orlando bit his lip to keep from making a sound as the couch lurched back, squishing him against the wall. What the fuck?
“Oh God yeah, Vig… right fucking there…”
Orlando’s eyebrows went up. That was Sean.
“Oh more… harder…” the Brit panted, his accent thick and raspy.
The sofa jarred again… and again… and again. There was a rhythm developing here. Curious beyond belief, Orlando stretched and contorted trying to see under or around the couch, but he was well and truly lodged, at least until the weight on the other side was removed. The moans and groans coming from the men on the couch were making him hard, but he couldn’t even shift to adjust his cock, which was trapped at an excruciating angle.
Sean’s incoherent babbling had settled into a steady chant of Viggo’s name. Who’d have thought Beanie was a screamer? Orlando hadn’t even thought either of them was gay. Viggo was completely quiet, though, Orlando puzzled. Was he just quiet or was Sean’s cock jammed down his throat stifling him? Orlando almost moaned at that image.
“Bloody hell, I’m coming,” Sean screamed, his mouth obviously pressed against something to muffle the sound. His hand? Vig’s shoulder? Orlando squirmed again, wanting desperately to be able to see something.
Wet, kissing noises filled the room. Slow, tender, sated…
Orlando felt a momentary increase in pressure and then freedom as his friends stood. He listened as they left the room, murmuring softly to each other. As soon as he could no longer hear them, Orlando scrambled out from behind the couch, setting his empty glass on the table and leaning back into the cushion, his mind on what he had just heard.
“Ah ha!” he exclaimed, spying the elusive red sphere on the corner of the table. Gleefully, he popped the cherry in his mouth.
Prompt: 18. Slutty
Pairing: Vigbean
Warnings: Light het fondling, Sean/OMC graphic
Written for:
whitewizzy “All Hail the Once and Future King!” Elijah cried out as Viggo approached the table.
“Lij, I think you have your movies mixed up,” Viggo laughed, sliding into the booth, pushing the hobbit closer to the Elf against the wall. “Or maybe you are just really drunk,” he added, sniffing at the young man.
Orlando was in an animated conversation with Dom and Billy, leaning halfway across the table as he argued his point. Elijah elbowed Orlando in the ribs, interrupting the conversation and pointing towards the bar. “That’s five he’s either managed to cop a feel off of or run his hand clear up to her panties. We are going to lose this bet, you fuckers. I hope you brought your credit cards.”
Viggo’s eyes followed Elijah’s finger to find Sean pressed up close to a beautiful blonde about half his age. He was shielding her from most of the pub with his body, but from this angle, Viggo could clearly see that his hand was cupping her breast, his fingers actually inside her low cut top, playing with her nipple. Her face was upturned; her mouth parted, begging for a kiss, but Sean had his lips hovering just out of reach, denying her what she wanted and increasing how much she wanted it. Viggo guessed that if he were to ask, she’d wrap her legs around him right there and let him fuck her.
Viggo shook his head, turning away from the disturbing image. Giving his order to the hovering waitress, he nudged Elijah. “What bet? What’d you idiots get into this time?”
Elijah blushed. Viggo shook his head again. How did anyone raised in Hollywood still manage to blush? Putting on his best Aragorn ‘don’t fuck with me’ look, he pinned the smaller man with his eyes.
“Well, we bet Beanie tonight’s bar tab that he couldn’t score with ten people before the night was over,” Elijah stuttered, looking sheepishly down at the table before his head snapped up, his eyes going wide.
Viggo looked over his shoulder. Sean had dropped the blonde who was pouting at the other end of the bar as a leggy brunette rubbed herself wantonly against Sean’s crotch. By the look on her face, Viggo was guessing she was about to come. Turning his glare back to the hobbit, he swore, “Who in the fuck thought up this brilliant scheme?”
Orlando cleared his throat a little nervously. “Uhm… actually I did. We were a little short on cash and I figured…” His voice faded off under Viggo’s incredulous glower.
Sean could pick up the bar tab every night and not feel the bite, but he was a sucker for a challenge. Viggo pinched his nose between his fingers. He ought to just go home now. What was the point in subjecting himself to watching this spectacle?
“I probably don’t want to ask this, but what were the exact terms of the bet?” Viggo asked sounding weary.
Dom’s no nonsense voice chimed in, “He has to have intimate contact with ten people, either girls or blokes, on premise, before last call. Intimate contact can be touching genitals, in the case of girls, breasts count, blowjobs, handjobs, intercourse or anything else resulting in one or both parties climaxing.” The hobbit finished, looking very pleased with himself.
“Dom if the movies flop, you’ve got a definite future in writing small print for advertising companies,” Viggo muttered, his eyes inexorably drawn back to the bar. Sean was gone. Viggo sighed. Maybe that was a good thing. At least he didn’t have to watch.
More than an hour later, Viggo excused himself to go to the bathroom. He was convinced that Sean had left with one of his conquests. A good fuck would mean more to him that a bar tab.
Viggo stepped into the men’s room and froze – Sean was leaning against the wall a few meters away, and a man was on his knees before him, sucking his cock. Viggo blinked, unable to keep himself from staring.
Sean had his faded jeans pushed to his knees, his fingers tangled in the longish brown hair of the man before him. The expression on his face was stoic, his eyes tightly shut. The man's head bobbed quickly, one hand wrapped around the base of Sean's erection and the other braced on the wall beside Sean’s thigh. Sean's breathing was ragged, and he was biting his lip.
Viggo wondered if Sean was making an effort to hold back. Sean's hands clenched tighter, and Viggo found himself hypnotized by the motion, the engulfing and revealing of the slick shaft, the rhythm of Sean's breathing. He looked up to see Sean staring back at him, eyes glazed and wide. Viggo froze, uncertain what to do. Should he apologize? Leave? Sean's head snapped back against the wall, and he grimaced, coming, his eyes never leaving Viggo.
Viggo became acutely aware of his burgeoning erection just as Sean's eyes raked him from head to toe. Panicked, he left the bathroom, pausing outside the door to adjust his cock to a more comfortable position before winding his way back to the table, intent on grabbing his sword and going home.
Before he made it out of the dark hallway that housed the bathrooms, a strong hand grabbed his arm, spinning him around and throwing him up against the wall. “You really just don’t give a fook, do ya?” Sean growled, his eyes fierce.
Viggo raised one eyebrow and did his best to look uninterested. He and Sean had shared one drunken night together, waking the next morning to find themselves snuggled together like baby bunnies. Sean had hopped up full of bluster and bravado, quickly grabbing his clothes and making excuses for why he had to head home. Viggo had spent the day in bed, hugging the pillow that smelled like Sean.
“I’m not the one that apparently doesn’t give a ‘fook’,” Viggo stated calmly, meeting Sean’s gaze unwaveringly. “You gonna tell me one of these conquests means something to you? Did you even find out any of their names? Fuck, Sean, the kids I can understand coming up with something this juvenile, but you? You ought to be beyond this.”
Sean leaned closer, his stance threatening. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t think I do.” Viggo paused, eyes sad. “Any more.”
Sean looked stunned and Viggo easily pushed past him.
“Wait,” the Brit called out. Viggo paused, keeping his back to Sean. “Did you care?”
Viggo turned around to face the man he thought he had fallen in love with. “Yeah. Yeah, Sean, I did.” He couldn’t believe with as much time as they spent together, they were having this conversation here, in the access hallway of a bar.
“What can I do to make you care again?” Sean asked sincerely.
“I don’t know. You are going to have to figure that out.” Viggo turned, said goodbye to the group and left the bar.
~~~~~
At two o’clock, there was a knock on Viggo’s door. He lay in bed listening to the staccato sound, trying to decide if he should answer it.
“Viggo,” Sean called. “Viggo, mate, I can’t even try if you won’t let me in.”
Viggo sat up, arms around his bent knees, chewing his lip.
“I paid the bar tab.”
Silence.
“I’m sorry.”
Viggo opened the door.
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Date: 2006-04-27 06:30 pm (UTC)I need to get back to work before the boss comes in! LOL
Great work!!
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Date: 2006-04-27 06:34 pm (UTC)I'm glad they sucked you in - and that they were short enough to give you a quick break from work. :D
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Date: 2006-04-27 06:55 pm (UTC)Not that I don't like established relationship stories or funny ones; I just could see a progression happening from four to three to two and one. Great work
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Date: 2006-04-27 10:30 pm (UTC)Thanks for your thoughts.
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Date: 2006-04-29 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-29 09:25 pm (UTC)