Sean and the Slutty Sirens, 2/6 , Hook

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Title : Sean and the Slutty Sirens, 2/6 , Hook
Pairing : Sean/Viggo
Warnings : AU, RPS, some het
Archive : Rugbytackling, switch_bottoms, viggo_cursive
Summary : Sean is a singer in a punk rock band and Viggo is the boyfriend of a new member
Authors : govi20 (voicing Sean)

DISCLAIMER : NOT true, never happened, all lies !

Special thanks to Terry, our dear, friend for giving us the idea !

Part 1, Intro : here

 

Part 2 Hook

 

~Sean~

I am carefully applying eyeliner, I prefer to do that myself instead of letting one of the girls do it for me. I have another hour before the gig starts and I am beginning to get in the mood. We’ve been rehearsing the whole week with that new bird Chris. For such a small person she’s got a formidable voice. Quite a temper too : I like that. I don’t mind fighting a bit before getting her down.

That softy bloke of her seems to follow her everywhere, and I can’t help noticing him watching me. Must have been a real shock for him, seeing sex, drugs and rock & roll come alive in a messy dressing room. He won’t stop me from fucking Chris, but still there’s something about him.. I don’t know. I shrug the thought of him off when there’s a tap on the door.

Chris strides in, wrapped in a much too big dressing gown. Her face is red and her eyes are shooting fire at me. With a dramatic gesture she throws the gown open and shouts at me.

“Was this your idea to make me wear this?“

She’s wearing the red corset-like thing I picked out with John. It lifts her tits in a very nice way. She is one of those well-endowed little girls, with round shapes everywhere. The fishnet stockings and the high heels don’t look too bad either. I move closer until I almost touch her. She doesn’t relent an inch.

“Yes it was, why ? You’re one of the Slutty Sirens now, so you better look like one too. ”

“Why can’t I wear a tiger skin like Pauline ? Or a black velvet thing like Sue?“

“Because it would be a shame not to show your tits,” I say and my hand sneaks out to grab one. Before I have really touched her she already slaps my face and I laugh. I manage to get hold of her wrists and keep them in one hand, while my other hand slides in her cleavage. She struggles and fights, even trying to bite me, then her knee comes up and hits me right in my balls.

I groan and let go of the little bitch, trying to get air back in my lungs . Then the door  is flung open and Softy walks in.

Fuck ! That seems to be a habit of his !

 

~Viggo~

 

Since that sound check, I can’t seem to get Sean out of my head. He’s like one of those tunes or lines from a song you can’t shake, no matter how hard you try.

 

I find myself hanging round during rehearsals, sitting at the back as unobtrusively as I can, sketching Sean in my notebook. I haven’t dared risk trying to photograph him again. Chris needs this gig, if we are going to be able to eat !

 

Chris’s music is what earns us the money at the moment. I am painting and writing, but so far I haven’t sold much of my work. I have had one small book of poetry published with modest sales, but I would be a fool to get Chris fired from this band, so I am trying not to piss Sean off.

 

He is easily pissed off, let me tell you ! I have spent a week observing his ego trips and temper tantrums.

 

Chris has quite a temper herself and with an hour until show time, she is furiously pacing up and down with smoke coming out of her ears, while John and I try to calm her down.

 

The costume she has been given to wear makes her look like something out of a cheap porn flick, although it is certainly hot and shows her ample curves to the best advantage. She doesn’t like it, ‘cause she says it makes her a sex object right out of male fantasies, not the strong woman she really is and she is determined to tell Sean exactly what she thinks.

 

She storms off to do just that, while John & I shrug helplessly at each other. Then I remember that Sean is likely pretty drunk and stoned in preparation for the gig and I follow her, running down the corridor to his dressing room and throwing the door open.

 

Sean is bent over groaning and clutching his balls, while Chris is panting and rubbing her wrists, her cheeks burning, the corset torn a little and revealing one tit completely.

 

Not thinking clearly, I react to what has obviously just happened here and I punch Sean hard on the jaw, knocking his head back and causing him to slump back against the dressing table, as John grabs me from behind and pulls me off him.

 

~Sean~

Before I know it he has hit me straight on the jaw, with remarkable force and I almost go down. I bring my hand to my face to feel if it’s not broken, which luckily isn’t the case. ‘So this pussy’s really a tiger,’ I think while I glare at him. Memories of my childhood on the streets come back to me, the fights with rivals.

He looks back at me without fear, even though he is beginning to worry : I can see it in his face. Chris turns to him, and now her anger is pointed at him.

“Fuck, what are you doing Viggo ? I don’t need you to protect me : I can take care of myself very well !“

Well that’s obvious, my still throbbing balls are proof of that. Viggo.. first time I heard his name. First time in years someone had the guts to hit me. John comes over to me, grabs my chin and holds my face to the light, checking the damage. When he lets go and speaks his voice is cold as ice.

“That’s enough you two. Just get out and find yourself another job. I don’t want to see either of you here anymore.”

Without even protesting Viggo turns to the door and a still furious looking Chris follows him. Without thinking I stop them. It’s strange how sober I feel, the alcohol seems to have evaporated and the pill is no longer working.

“Wait a minute there. Okay John, he hit me and she kneed me nuts, but I wasn’t too nice either. So I say let’s forget the whole thing. We’ve got an audience waiting and I still have to change clothes. What do you say Viggo?” I say, ignoring the little bitch.

I can see they’re both relieved, they probably need the money. Well : I’ve been there. Chris still looks at me like I am something the cat brought in, but I can live with that. I wouldn’t fuck her now: even if she begged me. John is relieved too : we both know Chris is a good singer and the show would be less without her. Finally Chris nods and leaves the room, John following her.

Viggo still stands near the door, hesitating, “Thanks,” he says finally, “but I can’t be sorry I hit you.”

“At least you’re honest,” I say.

“Are you okay ? I mean, are you able go on stage with that bruise ?” He moves in and takes a closer look. Very bright eyes he has and for a moment it’s hard to look away.

“Sure mate, I’ve had worse. It’ll only make the birds wilder for me,” I say a bit more gruffly than needed.

~Viggo~

 

Nice work, Viggo !

 

Hell, normally I am peaceful and easy-going, but I guess I do have a dark side, which usually only shows in the poetry and painting. Now I’ve gone all caveman and probably got Chris fired, not to mention that now she’s really pissed at me as well as Sean.

I know my anxiety must be showing and as I feared, John tells us to get out, once he’s checked that there’s no permanent damage to Sean. My stomach clenching, I turn to slink out of the room, bracing myself against the tirade of anger waiting for me from Chris, once we are in the corridor. I know all to well her views on macho male behaviour.

 

But wait, Sean is saying “No”, he’s being magnanimous and suggesting we forget it. He addresses me, ignoring Chris completely and she is glaring at him as if given half the chance she would dive in and chew his bruised nuts right off.

 

She turns and flounces out of the room, followed by John. I know she must be as relieved as I am that she still has a job and I need to thank Sean for taking it so well. There is a sizeable bruise on his jaw, beginning to colour up and now I feel bad, even though I can’t be sorry I hit him.

 

So I tell him and as I do, I step in closer, ostensibly to examine the bruise, but really, ‘cause I need to be closer to him and pick up his smell of expensive cologne, whiskey and cigarettes.  

 

I’ve been with Chris a few years now and other women for a few years before that, but Sean is bringing back memories of my youthful excesses and experiments. It suddenly occurs to me that I’m not even sure if I hit him out of protectiveness to Chris or out of anger that he was interested in her and not me.

 

Boldly, I hold his eyes, as I ask him if he’ll be ok to go on stage and for a moment, I see a flicker of response in his, then the arrogance and bravado are back and he reminds me firmly that he’s a magnet for women and this will only make him more attractive to them.

 

I nod resignedly and leave slowly making my way to the dressing room Chris shares with the other girls to get my balls chewed off.

 

 

  

Comments

[seleneheart]

This is getting intriguing.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Hope you continue to enjoy it !

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I really like this beginning. I'm looking forward to more of these two.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thanks. More on the way !

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

I love this story: would love to see Sean with kayal black eyes, find it great that he is such a bastard (but with a soft spot inside), I like the characterisations - Viggo being his lovely soft self but not a weakling at all when it comes to it, Chris being a tough woman, and most oft all, there is the sort of tension between them that I find really hot.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much !

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, just caught up with Parts 1 & 2 - a very interesting start!

I'm not so sure about "slutty sirens", I think Sean's a bit of a slut himself here, too!!!

"I’m not even sure if I hit him out of protectiveness to Chris or out of anger that he was interested in her and not me."

Intriguing . . .