WHITE HEAT - Ignition 2/5
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rugbytacklePairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: R
Warning: AU, RPS
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mooms (Viggo) govi20 (Sean)DISCLAIMER: we don't know these men, it never happened, it's all just in our heads!
2/5
~Sean~
Don’t quite know what to make of his answer, but I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. He takes out his camera and starts putting lenses on it. I don’t feel at ease: it‘s not something I am used to and he takes a few shots, but without much conviction.
“I am sorry, I guess I am not very good at this.”
“Well, the light is not very good, perhaps we can do this a little later, when it’s a bit darker Sean. I still want to take your picture you know.”
I take him down to the workshop, keeping a close eye, but surprisingly enough he seems to feel at home immediately. He doesn’t seem to mind their straightforwardness and in no time they give him a piece of metal and he’s trying to weld.
“I leave you to it then, ” I say and go back upstairs, feeling a bit excluded. Strange, but I am unable to concentrate on my work today and I notice I am looking for excuses to go down and see how he’s doing. A strange man I think: he gives me that unnerving feeling, a feeling I am not unfamiliar with.
When I got kicked out of school my father said that that was it, I should go with him next morning and he would take care of me. In a way I was glad I didn’t have to go back to school anymore, but I remember looking out of the window of my bedroom and thinking there should be more to life than that.
That’s how I feel now. The day going by slowly until four o’clock. It’s getting dark early at this time of the year and the daylight already fading, when I hear a slight tap at the door . There he is. Looking rather sweaty and tired, but still energetic.
“Could I have another go at those pictures Sean? The conditions are much better now.“
~Viggo~
Shit ! I made him tense again . Pushed too quickly and although he agreed to let me photograph him, it will be no good unless he relaxes. Time to abort this attempt, so I suggest returning later.
Down on the shop floor, I feel at home immediately. I’ve always had the ability to fit in anywhere, fortunately, ‘cause I am genuinely interested in people and the minutiae of their lives. The research I did stood me in good stead and I was able to ask intelligent questions, which earned the men’s respect pretty quickly.
Got some pretty good pictures, I think , and even had a go at welding myself. I love the idea of the melding and blending of two separate pieces of metal to create a new one, borne out of heat and flame. As well as a photographer, I am a bit of a poet as well and found the visit illuminating and inspiring.
Wasn’t only the welding process that inspired me. My mind kept drifting back to Bean. Couldn’t get his image out of my head and itched to return to his office. I felt him watching me a couple of times, standing back against the wall and just observing, so I guess I am not the only one interested.
Back in his office, as the light is changing, I ask him again about the pictures.
He is still nervous and goddammit, but he has this habit of flicking his tongue out and licking his lips, which seems unconscious on his part, but makes me feel a tightening in my jeans. We only met a few hours ago, but I am in big trouble here.
To hide his nervousness, he offers me a drink and unlocks a small cupboard. I take the glass of Scotch and raise it to him in a toast. He clinks glasses with me and the green eyes meet mine.
“Right then. How do you want me ?”
I choke on my drink and am caught in a bout of coughing, which causes him to thump my back, the first time we have touched since his handshake.
Looking into his eyes, I see genuine concern and slight puzzlement. Can he really not realize what he just said ? He really wasn’t flirting unashamedly ? Shit, I think I may be dealing with a virgin here and that makes my already interested cock swell even more ! In these tight jeans, he’s going to notice in a minute.
~Sean~
I offer him a drink, to loosen up a little and he gladly accepts. We toast and I decide to get it over with.
“Right then. How do you want me?”
I don’t know what I’ve said, but he gulps and breaks out in a coughing fit, almost making him choke. I thump his back until he has his breath back. His face is flushed and there’s something in his eyes making me back off a little.
I hand him his glass and he swallows half off it in one gulp. At least the bloke knows how to drink. Though it’s a waste of a bloody good scotch. He gets very busy with his camera and lenses. He still hasn’t told me how he wants me, but I’ll wait.
He drops his lens and we both bend down to pick it up, our heads nearly clashing. It’s a strange moment, we look each other straight in the eye. I never thought I’d say that about another man, but he’s got beautiful blue eyes. Something in my stomach clenches, making my throat go dry and I get up quick.
Looking up I can’t avoid seeing his very obvious erection. Fuck, this guy must be queer and he seems to fancy me ! Normally something like that would disgust me, but I can’t help liking him, even though he’s getting on my nerves. And to be completely honest I feel something stirring myself too. What the fuck is happening here?
His eyes are watching me and I haven’t felt this shy in years.
~Viggo~
Fuck ! My hand is shaking and I drop the lens.
We both go to pick it up and lock eyes. The air between us practically crackles. I see him react, before he tries to mask it by jumping up quickly. He notices the bulge in my jeans and I study his reaction. He lowers his eyelashes and a slight flush suffuses his neck.
God, he’s shy ! And utterly charming and irresistible.
At least he hasn’t hauled off and punched me, nor has he tossed me out of his office by the seat of my pants. I look down at his crotch. Most encouraging. There is definite interest there, but I need to play this carefully if I am going to reel him in. I haven’t felt this attracted to anybody in a long time and the last thing I want is to scare him off.
“ So, “ I say, all businesslike and professional,” how about one of you sitting behind the desk ? Very ‘Captain of Industry at the helm’.“
He looks a little confused at my change of attitude and tone, but nods and goes to sit down. I start snapping and as I go, I ask him questions about himself and he starts to talk, hesitantly at first, but then more fluently.
I get him to move out from behind the desk and sit on the edge, then lean on the old-fashioned mantelshelf over the fireplace. Now he’s relaxing into this and we are both enjoying it. He is almost flirting with me and am I wondering how I can get him to take his shirt off, when there is a knock at the door and fucking Sandra pokes her head in, completely breaking the mood.
“Okay if I leave now, Sean ? The staff have all gone early, as it’s Friday and I need to get to Morrison’s for my weekend shop.”
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Date: 2006-07-12 06:26 pm (UTC)Btw Govi, 'bout Contrasts: The next chapter is finished and Irrlicht's home from her holiday (she's doing all the hard work when it comes to shaping things up - I just do the backrubs :)) so I hope that we'll be able to post fairly soon.
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Date: 2006-07-12 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-12 07:07 pm (UTC)LOL! Oh that was just cruel! And Vig trying to figure out some clever way to get Sean's shirt off. Poor idiot, he's got it bad!
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Date: 2006-07-13 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-12 08:22 pm (UTC)I feel like when I was a kid and my mother suddenly clapped the book of fairytales shut and said : "Now it's time to sleep, I'll read more tomorrow."
Please, more soon!
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Date: 2006-07-13 07:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-12 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-13 07:53 am (UTC)