rugbytackle | Halo, part 2

Title: Halo, part 2
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: this part R
Warning: AU: Sean is a business man, Viggo a photographer in this fic.
Author:

govi20
A.N. This fic is for

afra_schatz who made me two beautiful drawings, which I'll post below. I promised her to write a fic inspired by those drawings, well this is part 2. Thank you so much again dear Caro!

Part 1: here

DISCLAIMER: I don't know these men, it never happened: it's all just in my head!

Sean shook the offered hand and grinned.

“I am Sean Bean. I am sorry; I had no idea you were here. I just hoped we could talk about that picture of yours in the window.”

“Mr. Bean – “

“Sean”

"Okay Sean, as the sign says it’s not for sale. All the other ones here are.”

“But I want this one,” Sean said stubbornly.

Pale blue eyes looked at him thoughtfully.

“What is it exactly you like about that one, can you explain?”

"Well, I know nothing about photography, but I love the way you used the sunlight.”

“I use light the same way on almost all my pictures. It’s what you could call my autograph. You should buy one of the others.”

“Alright then: it’s the feel. I mean I like your other pictures and I’ll be happy to buy some, but it’s that one I want. There’s something special about it.”

“I am pleased you like it that much Sean, but it’s special to me too. So I am not selling it, no matter how much you’ll pay for it. You’re English, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am.”

“So what brings you here?”

“I had this meeting with my American business partners, and I didn’t feel like sitting on my hotel room alone yet. I just happened to walk by.”

“Are you staying long?”

“No, I am flying back the day after tomorrow.”

“Well, if you’re in no hurry let me show you my pictures and tell you a bit about their background, perhaps I can coax you into buying something else and make Karla here happy.”

He smiled and winked at the girl behind the desk.

“No: I am in no hurry at all. I would like that.”

The next hour Viggo showed him around, telling him about the pictures. He was obviously very engaged with his work and Sean liked listening to him, but got very distracted by the way Viggo constantly seemed to touch him. He laid his hand on Sean’s arm, on his back; his shoulder and Sean started to wonder. Was he coming on to him? And if so was he interested?

Well it was one way to get company. And the guy looked pretty good. Strong face, strong body. It was a long time ago he had been with a man, but what did they say?
’It’s just like swimming or riding a bike.’

So when Viggo stopped talking he just asked.

“Would you like to have diner with me tonight?”

“Sean, I haven’t sold a thing whole week, so if you don’t mind going to McDonalds, yeah, sure!”

“I meant to invite you. Get you a bit drunk; try to talk you into selling that picture to me. Come on Viggo, save a poor bloke from a boring evening.”

“I am not going to sell. But I’ll accept your offer for dinner. That’s not happening every day.”

“So, your choice: where do you want to go?”

“How about Italian food?”

“Yeah, great.”

An hour later they were drinking Chianti, eating Taglioni allo scolio and they really got along well. For the first time he arrived here Sean felt relaxed. They talked about England – “Yeah, I’ve been there when I still was a kid.” Viggo said – and with the conversation getting more personal a little tension seemed to be building up between them. He almost choked on a piece of garlic bread when the blue eyes looked straight into his and Viggo dropped his question.

“I don’t like beating around the bush. So tell me Sean: are we here to keep you entertained, or are you hitting on me?”

Sean blushed to the roots of his hair, but still managed to answer.

“Would it bother you if I was?”

“No, not really. I swing both ways and I like you. So why don’t we get to that nice hotel room of yours and see what happens. One thing though: I am not selling you that picture, good sex or not.”

TBC