Title: “No Way!”
Author:
rifleman_s
Characters: Viggo and Sean
Warnings: Not too much football in what follows!
Disclaimer: I made it all up and ‘though I enjoyed it, it’s not (sadly) true. No offence intended to anyone.
Written for:
adult_viggo Fall Drabble Challenge No 12
Based on this picture:

”No Way!”
Sean had long wanted to photograph Viggo. Yes, probably that thought should have the pronouns switched around, but truly it was Sean who wanted to capture Viggo on film.
“No Way!” was Viggo’s honest response when Seen mooted the idea. And Sean knew his lover would be implacable because photography was two things to Viggo. Firstly, fanaticism about his own, which was personal and meaningful and private, until he decided which pieces he’d share with the world. Or – the less fanatical side – the photographs other people took and distributed to the world. And so Viggo, who ruefully accepted the second and gratefully coveted the first, gently chided Sean to give up the notion. “You have me”, he said, “be content . . .”
But Sean was not easily put off. “No Way!” was not going to deter him. The where and the when were important questions, but the expression to be captured was more important. Viggo had already been photographed in so many permutations (in truth he’d even been photographed taking photographs), in so many locations, with so many different people, in so many and varied costumes that it was difficult – practically impossible – to pick one that was entirely natural, entirely Viggo . . .
Sean thought he might capture Viggo in a most intimate moment, but discovered it to be a hopeless task in the face of his own feelings and desire and Viggo’s skilful touch. He arranged a bathtime together – soft music, sweet wine, candlelight – but found when the time came, he was so distracted that the camera tumbled to the floor unheeded. His plans with a camera following a slow seduction in the bedroom also came to naught, for when Viggo touched him like that, Sean lost all use of his hands.
But now Sean had one ideal opportunity to capture fanaticism of a different kind – as Viggo voiced his strong opinions, yelling “No Way!” to a referee who couldn’t hear him out on the football field.
Sean captured the moment – one he would share with no one, guarding this picture jealously for himself – and grinned at Viggo. “There’s always a way”, he said.
~End~
Author:
Characters: Viggo and Sean
Warnings: Not too much football in what follows!
Disclaimer: I made it all up and ‘though I enjoyed it, it’s not (sadly) true. No offence intended to anyone.
Written for:
Based on this picture:

”No Way!”
Sean had long wanted to photograph Viggo. Yes, probably that thought should have the pronouns switched around, but truly it was Sean who wanted to capture Viggo on film.
“No Way!” was Viggo’s honest response when Seen mooted the idea. And Sean knew his lover would be implacable because photography was two things to Viggo. Firstly, fanaticism about his own, which was personal and meaningful and private, until he decided which pieces he’d share with the world. Or – the less fanatical side – the photographs other people took and distributed to the world. And so Viggo, who ruefully accepted the second and gratefully coveted the first, gently chided Sean to give up the notion. “You have me”, he said, “be content . . .”
But Sean was not easily put off. “No Way!” was not going to deter him. The where and the when were important questions, but the expression to be captured was more important. Viggo had already been photographed in so many permutations (in truth he’d even been photographed taking photographs), in so many locations, with so many different people, in so many and varied costumes that it was difficult – practically impossible – to pick one that was entirely natural, entirely Viggo . . .
Sean thought he might capture Viggo in a most intimate moment, but discovered it to be a hopeless task in the face of his own feelings and desire and Viggo’s skilful touch. He arranged a bathtime together – soft music, sweet wine, candlelight – but found when the time came, he was so distracted that the camera tumbled to the floor unheeded. His plans with a camera following a slow seduction in the bedroom also came to naught, for when Viggo touched him like that, Sean lost all use of his hands.
But now Sean had one ideal opportunity to capture fanaticism of a different kind – as Viggo voiced his strong opinions, yelling “No Way!” to a referee who couldn’t hear him out on the football field.
Sean captured the moment – one he would share with no one, guarding this picture jealously for himself – and grinned at Viggo. “There’s always a way”, he said.
~End~
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Date: 2006-11-22 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-22 06:00 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2006-11-22 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 08:31 am (UTC)Thanks so much for your encouragement.
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Date: 2006-11-22 08:30 pm (UTC)I also giggled at the part where Sean was attempting to take pictures of Viggo and got distracted instead. I'd be distracted too!
Thanks very much for making me giggle and remember some pretty awesome World Cup memories!
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Date: 2006-11-23 08:34 am (UTC)Yes, it always gives me moments of quiet amusement at football matches when everyone (me included!) stands up to shout at the referee or a perceived piece of bad football by one of the players - when you think afterwards that they can't actually hear you . . . That look on Viggo's face truly did just say that to me!!
And who could resist those "distractions" . . .? *winks*
Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2006-11-23 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 05:56 pm (UTC)I'm glad you appreciate my sense of humour . . . *grins*
(Adore your new icon - just lovely)