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rugbytacklePairing : Sean/Viggo
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : RPS
Archive : Rugbytackling, switch_bottoms, viggo_cursive
Summary : Sean and Viggo have rented a secluded cottage in the
Authors :
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mooms (Viggo) govi20(Sean)DISCLAIMER : It's not true, it never happened, it's all just lies !
From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
Traditional Scottish Prayer !
~Sean~
It’s early in the evening when I arrive at the cottage we rented. I take a look around and am quite happy with what I see. Simple, but nice. The big four-poster bed in the bedroom is a bonus and so is the huge fireplace in the living room. Vig will like that too.
He won’t be here for hours, He’s flying in from L.A. , and then he will have to rent a car and drive all the way here. I get my things out of the car and bring them inside. I eat the sandwiches I brought and make myself a cup of tea, on the quite modern stove.
There’s no TV here, another thing Viggo will like. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he called the owner and asked him to take it out. Well the Blades won’t be playing till next Saturday and I’ll drive to the nearest pub then to watch the game.
It’s fairly dark In here now, so I put on the lights and take a beer. It’s been a real busy time lately and I am not surprised to be yawning. I decide to go to bed early, and read the script my agent has sent me. He said I would probably like it, one of these gothic ghost stories. It’s a real big part and I am very interested.
So I take a shower, pour meself a glass of scotch and get all comfy in the big bed. I put on my reading glasses and start to read. Fuck : it’s really scary. I am known for my villainous glares and I am pretty tough, but I don’t like real scary ghost stuff to be honest.
I usually laugh about them, but this one.... I am just in the part where the hero is captured by a creepy four-headed thing when the lights go out. Fuck!! Now it’s dark I hear the wind blowing and the crack of thunder quite close by. Why didn’t we rent a nice suite in a fancy hotel?
I carefully step out of bed, the room so dark that I have to stretch out my arms to be able to walk without bumping into something. Or someone, my mind says. Like something I just read about. I suddenly get a bright idea: my car, I can go to my car and point the lights up!
I actually manage to get out of the bedroom without breaking my legs, when I hear a rattling sound at the door.
~Viggo~
I sigh with relief, when I see the signpost pointing to the cottage we have rented. This is a really remote setting and I am sure that it will be beautiful in daylight. It is very dark now, though, with no moonlight as yet and it is very easy to imagine all sorts of creepy things lurking out there on the moor.
Luckily, I managed to get an earlier flight than I had planned, but decided not to call Sean and tell him, as it will be a nice surprise for him, if I arrive earlier than expected.
I already lost my way a couple of times and had to seek directions from a pub, which reminded me spookily of that one in “An American Werewolf in London” –“The Disembowelled Sheep”, or something ! The locals looked pretty similar and were just as welcoming, but the landlord did set me on the right road.
The cottage looms out of the darkness ahead and I smile at the welcoming sight of a lit window-pane downstairs and another on the upper floor. Sean is probably reading in bed and my stomach tightens, my cock twitching in happy anticipation at the thought of distracting him.
Sean’s car is pulled up by the cottage door and the front yard is lit from the windows. I decide to park in a field gateway, just outside the driveway, so I can sneak up and really surprise him, but as I grab my bag and close the car door as quietly as I can, the lights in the cottage go out, plunging everything into total blackness.
Shit ! Literally ! I think I just trod in something unpleasant and agricultural, so I need to take off my boots outside . I feel my way cautiously across the yard and toe off my boots on the doormat, while hanging on to the old-fashioned latch, which rattles more than somewhat !
So much for sneaking up quietly, I think ! My ranger skills have deteriorated of late ! Anyway, if the lights just fused, Sean is probably downstairs, looking for fuses-boxes or candles.
I open the door cautiously and step in, then the ceiling seems to fall in on me and the next thing I know, I am flat on my back on the stone-flagged floor, looking up at a naked, growling maniac, brandishing a blunt instrument.
“Hi, Sean ! “
~Sean~
I pull myself together, while moving to the door. I am not going down without a fight, not even for a ghost. I grab the first thing from the cabinet, which seems to be some sort of statue. When the door opens I jump right on top of the very substantial form of someone or something stepping in.
I raise the statue above my head, ready to bring it down, when I see the shocked face of Viggo looking up at me. I look at him in disbelief and he says
: “Hi Sean.”
I almost bashed his head in and the thought angers me.
“Fuck Vig, I almost killed you! How come you’re this early?”
“I wanted to surprise you, I caught an earlier flight. But I expected to be welcomed, not to be ambushed. What’s wrong Sean?”
“What’s wrong? Here I was, in the middle of nowhere, the lights went out and something was rattling at my door. How would you feel?”
Of course the bastard started laughing.
“I never had you down as the nervous type Sean. But relax : I brought a box of candles. Now aren’t you glad to see me?”
Now I’ve calmed down I am very glad to see him. I was not looking forward at spending the night here alone without electricity. So I reach out to pull him up from the floor and into my arms. When our bodies meet I realize I am very naked, he’s very clothed and something must be done about that. But first the candles.
“Let’s get those candles Vig.”
“Yeah, it’s time to get you relaxed Sean. I know exactly how.”
~Viggo~
That’s my Sean, always going on the offensive first and asking questions later, in spite of the difficulties in interrogating someone, when you have just bashed their head in !
I tell him I’d prefer to remain Viggo Intacto, and cackle to myself at my little joke. He is less amused, as I am also laughing at his nervousness. It just strikes me as funny that Sean Bean, who can play the most effective of villains and put the fear of God into anybody is scared by being alone in the dark.
I am also feeling pretty mellow, as the guy in the pub, who gave me directions also did a nice sideline in weed. They clearly must have other things to occupy them up here, besides sheep-worrying, arson and incest !
Sean brightens up, when we embrace and he hears about the candles, which I have in my bag. It would be sensible to find the fuse-box and check that, but candles are more romantic and atmospheric.
As I light a couple of candles, I am delighted to see a big log fireplace, all laid and ready. Sean shivers and I notice goose bumps on his bare flesh. It strikes me that it is a little cold in here and I go over to light the fire, setting the candles on the mantle, in two brass candlesticks.
Sean produces a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, I show him the joints I got from the pub and he smiles, showing that his evening is improving by the minute.
He fixes me with a predatory look and mutters something about one of us wearing too many clothes, then sets about remedying that situation as quickly as he can.
The logs are crackling away nicely now and Sean is golden in the firelight and candlelight, my favourite way of seeing him.
The view does my artistic soul good and his hands and mouth do my filthy libido good too, as we sink onto the sheepskin hearthrug.
My clothes are off now and I bask in the warmth of the blazing logs and the warmth of Sean, but as our bodies and mouths press together, I notice that passing chill in the room again and the candles on the mantle flicker and go out !
~Sean~
I must admit things are getting better every minute, with the candles lit and a nice fire burning in the fire place. I was getting cold, but with the fire on and a double whiskey I’m warming up quickly. Viggo – bless him – has brought us two joints and my fears are gone like snowfall in the sun.
I pick up the thread about Viggo wearing too many clothes again and I have no trouble convincing him to strip them off, especially not when I help him to do it. It’s so good having him for myself, not having to hide, just be here the two of us. If I wasn’t too busy I would laugh about my recent fears.
Before too long, my hands and mouth on him are not enough and I take him by the hand and pull him down on the hearthrug. He feels so good, and I am just starting to think about getting to the bedroom to fetch lube, when I feel a cold shiver going over my spine and then the candles go out. Fuck!!
I am very glad to have the naked Viggo as a solid weight in my hands, but still there’s something spooky about this. Luckily the fire’s still burning, but even while thinking, I see it slowly burn down, sputtering and go out. I can’t help but shriek.
I manage to keep my teeth from chattering long enough to say: “Vig, what’s happening?”
“Probably just a strong wind, Sean. Remember it’s not insulated here like you’re used to,” he says, trying to sound reassuring, but I don’t let that fool me.
“Well, put the candles back on again,” I say, while I feel my cock shrinking.
“Come on Sean,” he says, “those were my last matches, surely we could do it in the dark?”
I know I’ve got a lighter in my pants in the bedroom, but I also know I won’t be going there alone!
“I am cold Vig, let’s get to bed!”
~Viggo~
Fuck ! Sean is really spooked tonight, and it is a little weird the fire going out like that ! I tell him it’s probably the draught in this old cottage, as there does seem to be a strong wind blowing up and howling around the eaves now, but to tell the truth, I’m not totally convinced myself.
His ardour is waning fast and I jump at his suggestion of bed and practically drag him up the stairs. The moon has risen and lit the bedroom in its pearly glow. I smile to see the big four-poster bed, with a script and Sean’s sexy reading glasses on the cover. The smile grows even broader as I notice the giant can of Play 2-in-1 massage gel and lube on the bedside table.
“Hey, Sean, we can draw the curtains and play at castles,” I say, mischievously, as I bounce into the centre and throw off his things pulling the curtains and drawing him into our safe little world.
Once inside and beneath the covers, he warms up pretty quickly and we are soon back on the same page, or rather the same sheet.
Sean wants to take control and I think this is probably something he needs tonight, to re-assert his masculinity, so I go along with it, letting him roll me under him.
He nips aggressively at my earlobe and growls, as he grips my wrists and holds my hands above my head, pinning me to the bed with his body weight. His flagging cock has risen again fearlessly and is grinding against mine with delicious friction.
I manage to rotate my hips, squirming against him, as his teeth graze my neck and sink into my shoulder, drawing blood. I moan my need to him and raise my hips, as he lets go of one wrist to pull a pillow beneath me.
He stretches his hand through he curtain to pick up the lube from the table and I feel his whole body go rigid with shock.
“Vig,” he whispers hoarsely, “If you’re in here with me, then whose fuckin’ hand have I just grabbed ?”
~Sean~
The moment we are in bed, I forget the whole ghosting thing. I mean it is quite a while ago and this bed is great. It’s big enough to fight battles in, but I don’t need to tonight, because Vig is unusually pliant and seems to have no problems with me taking the lead for once.
He bucks up underneath me, and as much as I would like to draw out the pleasure, I know it’s been too long and I need him too much. There’ll be plenty of time for that the coming week, I promise myself. Without words his squirming agrees with me, so I reach out around the curtains to grab that enormous can of lube I bought on my way here.
My blood nearly freezes in my veins when I feel the ice-cold hand closing around mine. Vig’s hands are on me, and unless he’s grown a third hand in my absence there’s someone – or even worse – something else holding my hand. My cock really going limp now and my voice nearly faltering, I tell Viggo what’s happening.
He is wise enough not to laugh at me, because this time I’d probably really bash his head in, but he seems to take it seriously. He holds me reassuringly and rubs my back.
I just want one thing now : I don’t care what time it is, or how long we’ll have to drive, but I want to get out of here. Just drive until we’ll find this nice, luxurious hotel, where the lights never go out and where the only hand grabbing yours is the bell boy taking over your suitcase.
But Viggo has other plans, obviously. He sits up straight in the bed and shoves away the curtains. While his eyes roam the room, I manage to get my body under the duvet. I don’t like lying here with my private parts exposed to god knows what.
“Vig,” I whisper, “what are you doing?”
“Shh..I am getting in touch Sean! Someone is rather unhappy here, so I’m trying to help.”
"Why oh why did I fall in love with this crazy Yank??
tbc
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Date: 2006-10-31 04:37 pm (UTC)You two write these two so very well . . . and a creepy theme to boot, although I have to admit I laughed more than I shivered!!!
A great start!
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