Sean and the Slutty Sirens, 3/6, Chorus

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Title : Sean and the Slutty Sirens, 3/6 , Chorus
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 : mooms (voicing Viggo) 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 : here 

Part 3 Chorus

 

~Sean~

The gig goes great and I even manage to resist the temptation to touch Chris on stage. It’s what I normally do, walk or dance around and fondle my Slutty Sirens when I come near to them. Part of the show that is. But my balls’ve had enough and I’m not soliciting for another knee in the crotch. That Chris still looks pissed off.

When the car comes to bring me to my hotel room - my home for a week - I just grab three of the groupies and take them with me in the limo. I make sure blondie is one of them. I haven’t forgotten her special abilities ! Looking out of the car window when driving off I just see Chris leaving, Viggo following close behind her, looking like a dog expecting to be kicked. I almost feel sorry for him.

My jaw has a nice big bruise on it and as I said, the girls love it. It probably makes me look romantic in their eyes. Of course I don’t tell them what exactly happened : no need to make that Viggo bloke unnecessarily heroic !

When standing in the large shower in my hotel room I hear the girls giggling in the bedroom. Strangely enough, I don’t feel like shagging them any more. I don’t even feel like seeing them. Perhaps I’m tired, I  don’t know. I also don’t feel like drinking or taking another pill.

In the bedroom I find them in bed. Naked of course, what’s new ? Luckily it’s an expensive suite with a ridiculously large bed and I just shove them aside until I manage to get comfortable. Within a heartbeat there are 6 hands on me and I try to enjoy it, but somehow it irritates me. I tell them I just want to sleep, causing them to giggle again.

Now blondie dives under the duvet, undoubtedly to show her magic again but this time it annoys me. I grab her by the hair, get out of bed and tell them all to get their sorry arses out. I take  some money out of my wallet and tell them to either take a room or grab a cab whatever, but to leave me alone.

I enjoy the silence when they are gone. I am too tired to sleep, just let my body relax, my mind wandering on why I couldn’t get those blue eyes out of me head. Viggo’s blue eyes that is.

As I say : I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

 

~Viggo~

 

I sit in back of the theatre and watch the gig. Sean is mesmerizing on stage and the girls are pretty good. Chris positively crackles with attitude and energy and I know she is still real mad.

At least she got a different costume to wear, more Xena, Warrior Princess than cheap whore, since Sean ripped the other one and the costume fitting gained me a brief reprieve, but I know that I am still in for the treatment, once she is off stage.

 

Back in our hotel, she turns on me the minute we get through the door. I am ‘an asshole, a stupid jerk, what the fuck was I thinking ?’ Each insult she throws at me is punctuated by something flying through the air and I duck her hairbrush, hair straighteners and a jar of cold cream, skilled through previous experience.

 

“Look, Chris, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. It was just instinctive. When I saw what Sean had done, I just kinda lost it. “

 

“You should know by now that I can look after myself and it was obvious that I had dealt with that arrogant prick. You arrived on your white charger and could have made things worse. You nearly had me fired, you stupid fucker !”

 

A vase of silk flowers bites the dust, shattering at my feet.

 

“Well that’s hardly fair, Chris. You’d just kneed the guy in the balls, which wasn’t calculated to make him embrace you, unless he’s a heavy-duty masochist !”

 

“He tried to grope me ! You had no excuse, except to prove you’re as moronic as him. “

 

“Well sorry for trying to protect my……”

 

“Your what, exactly, Viggo ? Your masculine pride, because he tried to hit on your woman ? I don’t appreciate being thought of as a possession. I don’t want you here tonight. Now fuck off !”

 

She’s run out of handy things to throw and is eyeing the TV, so I retreat  into the corridor.

 

Sighing, I head for the bar, knowing I can charge stuff to our room. I hope that by morning she’ll have relented, but as I climb onto the bar stool and order Jamesons, my thoughts are not of her.

 

I am thinking about flashing green eyes and beautiful, strong fingers tangled in blonde hair.

 

 

~Sean~

I throw myself around in the bed, unable to sleep. Now I wish I ‘d told one of the girls to stay, at least I would have someone to talk to. Finally I give up, prop myself on a stash of pillows against the headboard of the bed and watch TV for a while. Some ancient western with John Wayne, several talk shows and a channel to rent porn movies. Depressing.

I still have a full bottle of Stoli and the minibar is stacked, but I don’t feel like drinking alone. So I get myself out of bed, and just put on sweatpants and a tee over my naked body. It’s rather chilly in the room, but the bar will be warm enough.

It’s nice to have the penthouse suite, but it does force me to take the lift every time I go in or out. I don’t like lifts. I just don’t like being locked up in small spaces. But I do want that drink and company.

The first thing I see when I enter the bar is Viggo. He’s sitting at a table in the corner clutching a half glass of what seems to be whiskey. He looks miserable and like he could use some company. I go to the bar and order us a double round of whatever Viggo’s having. ‘Jamesons,’ the bartender says. Right.. well whatever.

Viggo looks up surprised when I sit down next to him. The blue eyes light up and we talk a little about the gig. He seems to know what he’s talking about : he must have been with Chris for years. I learn about his art, he paints, is a photographer and even writes poetry.

I remember the first time I saw him with his camera and I ask him about it.

“Why did you try to take pictures of me, you know, during that sound check ?“

He looks me straight in the eye, and then he just says it.

“Because you looked beautiful, and I wanted to capture that.”

I am not sure what to say, so I start talking about music again and he obliges. After a while I ask him where Chris is and he tells me she threw him out and he’s planning to spend the night right here. Without thinking I tell him he can spend the night in my room, tell him there’s a big comfy couch there that he can sleep on.

He doesn’t do polite stuff, but accepts immediately and a bottle later we are on our way up in the lift. His eyes are fixed upon me, I wonder why I asked him to sleep in my room, while I could easily have arranged a room for him.

I realize I want him in my room. There’s definitely something wrong with me.

 

~Viggo~

 

I have retreated to a corner table, morosely avoiding the barman’s attempts at conversation and nursing my drink. I really want to be miserable alone.

 

Sean takes me by surprise, coming into the bar in the early hours of the morning. Shouldn’t he be up in his Penthouse lair, fucking a bunch of groupies through the mattress ?

 

But, hell, he looks good like this, just loose sweatpants and that tight tee shirt again and I can’t prevent myself from smiling in greeting. He’s also carrying a couple of doubles and my first sip tells me that he’s asked the barman what I drink. Nice of him. Maybe I don’t want to be alone after all.

 

Considering that he didn’t seem to like me much and I did punch him a few hours ago, we get on real well and talk, first about the gig and his music in general, then about my work. He seems genuinely interested and I am enjoying the chance of getting to study him up close.

 

I am drinking in his features, strong nose, determined jaw, crinkles around the corners of those green eyes, boyish dirty blonde hair, so when he asks me why I wanted to photograph him at the sound check, the truth, that he is beautiful, just slips out.

 

This Sean, I am seeing now doesn’t have the arrogance of stage Sean and he actually blushes and changes the subject real quick. It is utterly charming.

 

Eventually, he asks me about Chris and when I tell him she threw me out, he surprises me by offering me a couch in his room.

 

On the way up in the elevator, we are standing so close that I am breathing in that ‘Sean’ smell again and I can feel his breath on my cheek. I lock eyes with him, trying to fathom why he just asked me up to his room and I can see that he is trying to figure it out, too.

 

He is aggressively heterosexual, isn’t he ? Has wall to wall women lining up for him, hasn’t he ? He looks a little uncertain and confused, unlike me.

 

I am in no doubt at all about why I accepted.

Comments

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

I hope Sean doesn't put on his rock star persona tonight so the two of them can continue to get to know each other. Great chapter!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much !

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"I am drinking in his features, strong nose, determined jaw, crinkles around the corners of those green eyes, boyish dirty blonde hair..." - mmmmmm, just my kind of drink!

I'm loving this. In Viggo's words it's "utterly charming".

I just have a feeling that Sean won't be saying "there's something wrong with me" for too long . . .