WHITE HEAT, part 3 - Fusion 3/6

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Title: White Heat, part 3 - Fusion 3/6
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: AU, RPS, slightly angsty
Rating: NC-17
Archiving: Rugbytackling, viggo_cursive
Authors: 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 and White Heat - Combustion

Part 1: here
Part 2: here 

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

3/6

~Sean~

Later, I show him around the house, amazed again how capable he is of making himself at home. It’s great to have him, and I can imagine easily how it would be for him to be  permanently living here. But that’s something we should discuss later.

The long flight and jetlag is finally hitting him and when he yawns I suggest we go to bed early. I am not sleepy yet, I just lie there and hold him till his breathing tells me he’s asleep. I snuggle up to him and think about the things we’ll be doing the coming days, till I doze off myself.

The next morning when he is still  sleeping, I go downstairs, to prepare him a real English breakfast, the meal we’re famous for. I have just finished making orange juice and start slicing bread when there’s a knock on the door.

I am not really thinking, perhaps it’s the milkman, so I just open up. Fuck... my parents! Before I can even stop them they’re inside and I have no other choice but follow them to the kitchen. Me Mum’s eye falls on the table laid for two immediately,

“Having a girlfriend over Sean?, ” she smiles.

“Why shouldn’t he? ” my Dad says.

My brain is doing overtime trying to come up with something to make them leave, when I hear Viggo coming down.

“Sean? Come back to bed, my turn to fuck you!”

He startles when he sees my parents and gulps.

Me Dad’s face pales as he looks at Viggo, who’s totally naked.

Before I can even blink me Dad’s on his way out, leaving me speechless.

Me Mum follows him, but lays her hand on my arm on her way out.

“We’ll talk about this later Sean,” and then she’s gone too.

I turn around and face Viggo.

“Fuck.. I am so sorry Sean!

~Viggo~

Fuck ! I have really screwed up big time.

 I wake up, having slept like the dead and reach for Sean, only to find an empty space. Feeling lonely and cold without him, I wander into the bathroom, then go prowling downstairs looking for him.

I don’t even put a robe on, as I’m used to walking around my own house naked and I already feel at home here.

I open my big mouth before I see the elderly couple standing in the kitchen. They just have to be Sean’s parents. He gets his strong nose and jaw from his dad and his green eyes from his mom.

To say they are startled by my appearance is an understatement. His dad just turns and walks out without a word, but disgust and anger are evident in the rigidity of his back and shoulders and the redness at the back of his neck.

His mom looks at me as if I am something she just scraped off her shoe and turns to follow, but she touches Sean on the way out and says they’ll talk later. From her tone of voice, it won’t be a cosy chat.

Sean looks at me, his face stricken, but his eyes angry too !

All I can say is that I am sorry, but I am not sure it is enough. Sorry is what you say when you tread on someone’s toe, not really adequate for wrecking a guy’s relationship with his parents.

I ache to hold him and comfort him, but I am not sure he would welcome it.

He glares at me !

“Sorry ? You stupid fucker ! Just go and put some clothes on !”

Sadly, I go back upstairs to dress. For the first time since we got together, I feel distanced from him.

I sit on the bed, almost afraid to go back downstairs and face him, but fuck it, I am a grown man and I care too much for him not to try and make this right, so I go back down to the kitchen, where he is sitting at the table, hunched over a mug of coffee.

“Sean ?”

~Sean~ 


Even when I say those harsh words to Viggo, I know it’s not fair, I am really to blame myself, I should have talked to them before Viggo came back. Perhaps I could have explained and they wouldn’t have been this shocked. But at that moment it felt good to put the blame on someone else.

But why does he have to stroll around naked? I can’t put the expression on my Dad’s face out of my head. I know what it must feel like for him: his son, the son who loves football, loves to go out with his mates, a queer.

“Sean?” 

He’s dressed now, and standing in the kitchen door, looking wearily at me.

“I shouldn’t have taken it out on you Vig, it’s just that.. But why did you have to come down naked?“

“How was I to know, Sean? Now what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. Go there and talk I guess. Like I should have done before you came here. It’s really my fault, isn’t it? Because I was scared shitless of telling them.”

He kneels next to my chair, his hand on my leg and I can’t help flinching a little.

“Don’t do this Sean, don’t. I understand this must be very hard on you, but please don’t run away from me or yourself. Your parents just need time, I am sure they want you to be happy. In time they will see. You’re an adult, you’re entitled to make your own choices.”

“Even if I choose to stop this whole thing Viggo?”

He sighs, but his eyes never falter.

“Yes, Sean, if that’s what you want. I’ll leave if you say so.”

The minute he says that I know I don’t want him to leave. No matter the costs, I want him here.

“ I don’t want you to leave, I want you here. Please don’t go.”

~Viggo~

Relief floods through me, when Sean says he doesn’t want me to leave. I rest my head in his lap and hug his legs. He is still agitated and his fingers play nervously in my hair.

We stay like that for a while, then we are both startled when the ‘phone rings.

Sean frowns as he gets up to answer it, muttering that he has “a bloody good idea who that is” and that he is “in for a bollocking”.

I stand up and pour myself juice and coffee, touched by the fact that Sean was clearly interrupted, while fixing us breakfast.

He is engaged in a pretty heated discussion on the ‘phone, practically shouting now and I can hear a woman’s shrill voice  on the other end. Finally, he slams the ‘phone down and stalks back into the kitchen.

“Me fookin’ sister ! As soon as they got home, me mum called her. Dad’s retreated into the garden shed an’ won’t come out. Apparently ah’ve had a brainstorm, or mid-life crisis an’ ah’m responsible for splittin’ up the family ! Not bad by eleven o’clock on a Sunday morning !”

“Oh Sean!” I say , moving over to hug him, but he pulls away for a moment.

"Oh yeah, an’ by the way, if I am goin’ to behave like a pervert, she will make sure ah never see me nephews again.”

He lets me pull him back into my arms and we stand in the kitchen, holding each other tightly. Men don’t cry in the world Sean has been brought up in, but I know he wants to.

“Sean, I say gently. I you really want me to stay, really want a relationship with me, then you are going to have to deal with this reaction from people. I hope that your parents were just shocked and can come to terms with this, but there’s no guarantee. And there’s your mates and your employees. Can you handle this ? Do you want this at any price ? Because if you don’t, I will understand, I don’t want to hurt you.”

It seems an age before Sean replies and his voice is so low that I can barely hear him. As he whispers,

“Yes, I want you. At any price.”

  TBC