"The Perfect Birthday Gift" Fic

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Title : The Perfect Birthday Gift
Pairing : Viggo/Sean
Beta : the lovely mooms
Rating : R
Author : govi20
A.N. Written for Viggo's birthday : Happy Birthday Vig!

Disclaimer : Never happened, not true at all...

October 14, 2006

 

 Telephone Conversation

 

 “Hello Vig, how are you? “

 “Hi. I am good I guess Sean.”

 “What is it, what’s wrong?”

 “I don’t know. I am just kind of busy, without anything coming from it. I try to paint, or to write. It’s just so busy in my head, Sean.”

 “Perhaps you shouldn’t be alone..”

 “But I am not! Everyone is dropping by, calling me: it drives me fucking nuts. I wish I could escape to Idaho! Too many obligations, just too much...”

 “Yeah, well another three weeks and I’ll be there. Or am I too much too?”

 “You know better than that Sean, I would feel so much better if you were here.”

 “I am sorry I am not Vig, I miss you too you know.”

 “I know. I am a selfish bastard. But I know Sean, I do.”

 “And I am sorry I can’t be there for your birthday. I would come if only I could, but the schedule won’t let me.”

 “My birthday is not important to me, I just want it to be over. I am not in the mood to hear Orlando, Elijah and Billy singing Crappy Birthday or something like that for me.”

 “So don’t pick up the phone.”

 “Maybe I won’t.”

 “I call you again when I can, Vig. I love you.”

 “I love you too Sean. I am sorry if I depressed you, I didn’t mean to. It’s just that am so tired and can’t sleep.”

 “Three weeks Vig, and I’ll be there. Have to go now.”

 “Bye Sean..”

 

 October 18, 2006

 

 Telephone Conversation

 

 “Vig, it’s me. Listen I don’t have much time, have to get back. Do you have any appointments for your birthday, the evening I mean?”

 “Yes, Dom asked me to have dinner with him.”

 “Call it off Vig. Tell him it has to be some other time. I can’t be there, really not, but I have made other arrangements. You’ll be picked up by a car around eight in the evening. And no, I am not letting you fly over, I know you can’t right now, but you’ll be away for the evening.”

 “What for, Sean?”

 “Can’t tell you Vig. It will be good. Just trust me. You do trust me don’t you?”

 “With my life Sean, you know that.”

 “Good. Now I’ll have to go. We’re moving to a different location, no more phone calls for four days or so.”

 “Love you Sean.”

 Silence...

 “No roses Vig, you know me, but I love you too.”

 

 October 20, 19.30

 

 I, and the thoughts in my head, am having a not so happy birthday. I am lying on the couch, trying to relax but I can’t. It’s been the worst today and still I feel ashamed - all the good wishes from friends and family all day. The telephone was driving me fucking crazy. The roses Orlando sent me made me smile wryly. No roses, Sean?”

 

 I just lie there hoping Sean won’t send me to some awful surprise party, because I’ll probably throw up if I have to be cheerful for just an hour longer. But then again he knows how I feel: he won’t do that to me.

 

 I go to the door, when I hear the car stop in front of the house. A big guy, pale skin and glasses looks at me when I open the door.

 “Mr. Mortensen? Follow me please.”

 

 I follow him to the black car, no limo, just a medium size BMW and he opens the door to the back seat for me. When I am seated he sits next to me.

 “I’ll have to blindfold you now.”

 

 Fuck! I don’t like this. I am about to get out again when I remember Sean’s voice saying “you do trust me, don’t you?” and I comply, because I do. So I let him tie the blindfold and rest my head against the back of the seat, while he changes to the front seat.

 

 It’s quite a long drive and though strange, the blindfold has a soothing effect. For the first time in weeks I begin to relax. The strain seems to lessen and I wish I could go on like this for days. Maybe I could even sleep then.

 

 And then the car stops. The driver helps me out and guides me to – I assume – a house. There is the sound of a door opening and hands taking me over. Small hands, soft hands: a woman. She doesn’t speak and neither do I. We stop and stand.

 

 I don’t know where I am, but it is strange. There’s no scent and no sound at all. Silence. I just stand there and let it get to me. Good, it feels good. Then her hands are on me again, starting to undress me. I tense and try to speak, but I feel a finger on my mouth. Remotely I think of Sean’s words again and relax.

 

 When I am naked she takes my arm again and helps me to step into what must be a bath. I lie down and relax, my head resting on a soft pillow on the edge. Lukewarm water flows over my head and I realize she’s washing my hair. I tense again when I feel another pair of hands touching my body, washing every part slowly and thorough.

 

Vaguely I wonder where I am, what this place is and what it means, but then sensations take over; this silence, the caring hands softly washing and stroking me. I feel my cock stirring, but I am not bothered. It just doesn’t feel inappropriate here.

 

 Four hands help me out of the bath, towelling me like a baby, and then lay me down on my stomach on some sort of bed or table. This time there’s a faint smell of scented oil in the air, but the silence is still there, only disrupted by the sound of four hands stroking me.

 

 By this time I am quite sure one pair belongs to a woman, the other to a man. Big hands, massaging the muscles of my back, working on unknown knots, while the small hands deal with my head, massaging my skull, taking away the lingering headache I don’t even acknowledge the strains of the past days any longer.

 

Heated oil is poured over my back, finding its way down my spine and trickling into my cleft. Strong hands follow the path, confident and soothing, all the way down to my ankles.

 

The hands grab my shoulders, making me turn and lie on my back.

 

I feel vulnerable now, exposed to invisible people and surroundings, but as soon as the hands start working on my body again, I relax. I just feel they are there to help and guide me, and I feel great ; so much better than the last weeks.

 

When the hands start massaging my chest, rubbing my nipples and then slowly going down I just start fantasizing about Sean. He’s very good at this and his hands are powerful and big like this man’s. I know it’s not him, but in a way it still is, and when fingers start to dip in my navel, circling down to my pubic hair I gasp.

 

There’s no teasing, just a steady, strong grip on my cock. The other hand is sliding down, to the sensitive spot behind my balls, gently massaging. The woman is stroking my ears now, pressing behind them, finding my sensitive spots effortlessly. It doesn’t take long before I come, my cry breaking the silence.

 

Soothing hands stroke me until I am breathing normally again, a soft wet cloth used to wipe me clean. I am helped up and brought to a bed. The blindfold is untied, but left where it is and I hear the door, when they leave the room. I take away the blindfold. It’s very dark in here and I can only vaguely see the contours of the table I was lying on a few minutes ago and the bed.

 

The bed is big, warm and comfortable and I feel totally relaxed. This time, I know I’ll be able to sleep. My head is only filled with one thought now : how Sean knew. How he gave me the perfect birthday gift.

 

And then I sleep.

Comments

[brigantine.livejournal.com]

Oooo, I love the way you've put this experience together - the isolation effects of the blindfold and silence allow Viggo to just accept what's offered and not feel the need to give anything back; the presence of the woman implies a safe place, so he can relax and simply let things happen, and in Vig's brain this is all done by Sean, vicariously, giving Vig what he needs. Sensual and really neatly put together!

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much brigantine for your f/b, it's a bit different to what I usually write and that made me rather insecure about it. Very much appreciated!

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"...how Sean knew"

Perfect.

*sniff*

[shegollum.livejournal.com]

very interesting. very different. beautifully written and somehow dark yet definitely not if that makes sense. and somehow i picture sean watching -- not in a self-serving or even entirely lustful way -- but lovingly. i am intrigued by this. really well done.