rugbytackle | WHITE HEAT part 2

Title: White Heat, part 2 - Combustion 1/6
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archiving: Rugbytackling and viggo_cursive
Rating: R - PG-13 (this chapter R)
Warnings: AU, RPS

mooms (Viggo)

govi20 (Sean)
A.N. In this story Viggo is a photographer and Sean has taken over the welding company of his father.
Seguel to White Heat - Ignition

DISCLAIMER: we don't know these men, it never happened, it's all just in our heads!

1/6

~Viggo~

So it’s a week since that momentous meeting with Sean and we’ve spoken only once on the ‘phone, for him to tell me the arrangements about the weekend.

His voice was closed and guarded, not giving anything away, but he’s going through with this, so that must be a good sign, right ?

I wriggle in my seat. I can still feel him and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him all week. Stupid at my age, eh ? Guess we don’t learn much !

He’s rented this stone cottage in place called Arkengarthdale, which sounds like it should be in a book by Tolkien, but it does exist, ‘cause I’ve looked it up on the internet. It is beautiful, rugged and unspoilt – a bit like Sean really !

Miraculously, I find my way without getting lost. Shows what a bit of incentive can do and now I am sitting in my hire car outside this cottage, which stands alone outside a sleepy little hamlet and has a little beck running by it. Sean is to pick up the keys from the pub and meet me here.

I borrowed a darkroom from a local photographer and developed the pictures I took at Sean’s place. They are in a folder sitting beside me now. I think some of the welding ones are good and will go perfectly in the book, but the ones that thrill me most are the ones I took of him. I can see the progression from mistrust and deep caution, through acceptance and relaxation to attraction and just thinking about them makes my cock sit up and take notice.

The view from here is awesome and the calm and tranquillity of this landscape contrasts with the turmoil I am feeling. Get a grip, Mortensen ! You are no fifteen year old girl on her first date.

Oh God, he’s here !

~Sean~

In the past week I have had very mixed feelings. I never thought something like this could ever happen to me, but still it did. Several times I was about to call him, tell him I didn’t want to see him any more, but every time I thought about what happened I ended up wanting to see him again.

I am quite notorious for running away from things - ask my ex-wife – but somehow I think I won’t this time. If I shut my eyes I can still see his face and then the things we’ve done: well, I think I’ve been more intimate with him in that one day than in all those years with my wife.

So I’ve rented this cottage in Arkengarthdale, a strange name, something that somehow seems to fit Viggo. I am nervous as hell when I drive there, can’t help feeling like a schoolboy again, complete with all the anxieties from that time. I drive to the local pub, to pick up the keys.

It’s only a ten minute drive from there to the cottage, it’s all going very fast, apprehension and insecurity fighting for dominance now. My body is reacting, and I need to stop for a minute to adjust my straining cock and not make a fool of myself when I see him.

He’s waiting for me, sitting in his car in front of the house and my heart thumps. I don’t know what to do: should I kiss him, or not?

I know I want to.

~Viggo~

As I get out of the car, my heart is thumping so loud, I am sure he can hear it and though my palms are sweaty, my mouth is dry. Shit, I have met this guy once only ! I wipe my palms down my jeans, in case he goes for the handshake and smile.

He pauses before getting out of the Jag and as he approaches me, I can see from his body language that he is nervous too. I fight the urge to just grab him and kiss him, but if he flicks that tongue out, I know I won’t be able to resist.

Fuck ! He’s done it ! That’s it ! I step forward, take his shoulders and just kiss him hard. He freezes for a moment, then he kisses back and his arms go round my back. We stop, when we surface for breath and he glances nervously around him.

It’s ok, Sean, only sheep here as witnesses and no CCTV cameras, but he unlocks the cottage door and practically hustles me inside.

Now we are awkward together again. The cottage is really nice, all mod cons, but a wood-burning stove. There is a king-sized bed in the main bedroom and a couple of singles in the second. I am fervently hoping that we’ll be sharing the double.

Recognising that Sean is still struggling here and needs space, I light the stove and bring in my bag from the car. He brings in a box of groceries and his bag and puts the kettle on for tea. Of course, he’s British. When in doubt, make tea.

We have barely exchanged half a dozen words, but he looks at me levelly, then picks up both our bags and takes them up to the double bedroom.

~Sean~

I swallow nervously when he gets out of his car, not sure what to do, but before I know it he grabs me and kisses me hard. I am leaning into it at first, but it doesn’t take me long to kiss back. I can’t help looking around to see if anybody’s watching though and I am glad to get in.

The moment we do, I feel awkward again, not sure what’s expected of me, but luckily Viggo’s busy getting his stuff out of the car and I begin to breathe more freely. It’s nice, all clean and comfortable. I can’t help notice Viggo’s eyes on the master bedroom and I realize he doesn’t want to push me, he’ll let me decide.

I go outside and bring in the food I’ve brought and then I put the kettle on. I feel better now, not so tense anymore, being able to normal, daily things . The stove is burning thanks to Viggo and it doesn’t look that unfamiliar anymore.

Our bags are still standing there. I take a look at Viggo, thinking: “what the fuck, that’s why we came here, isn’t it?” I pick them both up and take them into the master bedroom. I don’t turn around when I hear him coming into the room, but every nerve in my body is focussed on him now.

He steps up very close behind me, not touching me yet. In the silence of the room I hear us both breathing. It’s so strange to me – all of this – but the truth is I want to be here, with him.

And then the kettle whistles.

TBC