Sean and the Slutty Sirens, 4/6 , Key Change

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Title : Sean and the Slutty Sirens, 4/6 , Key Change
Pairing : Sean/Viggo
Warnings : AU, RPS,
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 : [Bad username or unknown identity: mooms (voicing Viggo) [info]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 : here 

Part 4 Key Change

 

~Sean~

The suite is even chillier than when I left. Fucking hotel room aircon’s. Of course I don’t have extra duvets or blankets. I could call the reception desk. I’ve done that all over the world - called in the middle of the night – for vodka, food or women. I don’t want them to see I am hosting a male guest in my hotel room though. It’ll be all over the tabloids tomorrow.

I look at Viggo a bit helplessly. He’s shivering in his thin shirt, but smiles at me anyway.

“I am afraid I have no blankets, and it’s pretty chilly here.”

“Well, it’s always better than staying up all night drinking Sean, so I am okay. Perhaps I could just borrow some clothes?”

‘Ah, what the fuck,’ I think and do my best not to look at him when I say it.

“You can sleep in the bed, it’s the size of a football field. We won’t bother each other. I had three girls in there tonight, and it still felt comfy,’ I say, glad to have made me and my masculinity clear.

Again, he accepts immediately. He goes into the bedroom and strips off to his boxers. Even though I am not looking I can’t help catching a glimpse of tanned skin and muscled body. I start stripping down too when I suddenly remember I am naked underneath the pants and shirt. So I climb in the bed wearing the pants.

“Well goodnight then,” I turn to put out the lights.

“Goodnight Sean and thanks again. I am glad you’re not mad for hitting you any more. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much.”

“As I said : I’ve had worse. You’re lucky I didn’t strike back. Now goodnight.”

I think I never felt this awkward in me entire life. Here I am, sharing a bed with a bloke and even though he’s quite far away, I am so very aware of him. It’s like he’s radiating heat. Fuck, I must be in some sort of mental breakdown, I can’t explain it any other way.

One thing I am sure of, I won’t be sleeping much.

 

 

 

 

~Viggo~

So Sean has invited me to share his bed, but he’s made sure he mentions that he had three women in here earlier and he’s scooted so far to the opposite edge that I would need binoculars to see him.

 

He has snapped ‘Goodnight’ and snapped out the light, turning his back to me.

 

He is wearing his sweatpants and his body is so rigid that I can feel the tension radiating off him. I can feel that parts of my body are pretty rigid as well and I can’t resist teasing him a little, just to ease the tension.

 

“So I suppose a goodnight kiss is out of the question, then ?”

 

I feel his body stiffen even more and he mutters into the darkness,

 

“Just shut the fuck up and go to sleep, Viggo !”

 

Which, of course, is easier said than done, given the present circumstances.

 

I lie in the darkness, my body practically thrumming with electricity and wanting to touch Sean, not to mention touching myself. My mind is whirring, trying to process what is going on here. I mean, this guy is loaded and if he took pity on me, he could have got me a room of my own. He chose to ask me up here and he chose to ask me to share his bed.

 

Maybe, just maybe he’s not as uncompromisingly het as he thinks. I hate labels anyway. I don’t know what to do, though, ‘cause I don’t want to give him an excuse to punch me back for earlier and he is so far in denial that you could sit him on a pyramid and call him Cleo.

 

I am just seriously considering locking myself in the bathroom and taking care of this raging hard-on, when I hear a husky voice in the darkness.

 

“You still awake, Vig ?”

 

~Sean~

I honestly don’t know why I did what I did, and asked him to sleep here. I mean, what’s with this guy ? He probably doesn’t even like football. I had some really hot girls in this bed, sent them home and now I’ve ended up sharing it with a fucking poet. And he feels relaxed enough to make bad jokes about kissing.

Worst thing is, I’ve got a raging hard-on, and that won’t make it easier to sleep. It’s probably all tension I tell myself, but that doesn’t make it go away. What would help is a bit of wanking, but I can hardly do that with him in the bed. And I can’t go to the bathroom, because I am sure he would fucking know somehow.

I feel very much like going back to the bar again. I snort inwardly, that would be great : Viggo in my bed and me spending the night in the bar. I listen to his breathing and know he’s not asleep either. It makes me wonder if he’s having the same trouble. If this lasts much longer the duvet will levitate.

I think about how David Bowie - the musician I admire most – never made a secret of being attracted to men too. Is this what is happening to me then right now ? I feel I cannot bear the tension any longer and I force myself to speak.

“You still awake, Vig ?“

He turns to his side, facing me. In the dim glow I can see his eyes vaguely.

“Yeah, “ he says and he moves closer. Then his hand reaches out cupping my face.

“You want me to help you relax, Sean?” he whispers.

Oh Fuck !

 

~Viggo~

 

Well, sure I’m still awake, Sean, and I turn to face him. He’s lying there, trembling, but he asked and I can feel that he needs something from me, so I move close enough to touch his face.

 

I feel him lean into my touch a little, as I cup his chin, my thumb gently brushing the bruise I made earlier.

 

“You want me to help you relax, Sean ?”

 

He doesn’t reply, but I hear his sharp intake of breath and I feel that he has clenched his fists. I need to tread carefully here, ‘cause I have got used to living in this face and don’t want to have it rearranged.

 

“You are very tense, Sean, let me give you a back rub,” I say, although how long either of us will be able to bear it, I don’t know.

 

He nods and rolls over onto his belly. I head for the bathroom, coming back with the herbal body lotion provided by the hotel, peel back the duvet and straddle his hips, trying to think of non-erotic thoughts, to calm myself down a little. I know that he will be able to feel my hardness against his back, but I can’t help that. From the way he wriggles against the bed, I know that he has the matching half of the pair.

 

I warm the lotion  and start getting the knots out of his shoulders and after a few moments, I feel him begin to relax under my hands, so I move to his spine working my way down, thrilling at the responses I am getting from him and resisting the urge to lick his velvety skin.

When I reach his butt, I hesitate for a moment, wondering how far I can go. I decide that it’s time to push my luck and I kneel up and pull his sweats down a little, revealing the swell at the top of his ass.

 

I ease my thumbs over it and say,

 

“Beautiful, just fucking beautiful !”

 

He raise his head and says raggedly, “Viggo!”

 

“Turn over, Sean !” I whisper.

 

Comments

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

I love the dynamic with Sean; not really understanding what's going on but not wanting to put a stop to it altogether either. Really nice.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much !

[brigantine.livejournal.com]

*snicker* Poor Sean, he's so confused! I can almost hear him wailing inwardly, "I like girls I like girls, I dooooooo... I think..." Nice bit with Vig trying to tread a very fine line, here.

Turn over Sean, indeed. Ack!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Well Vig is trying to keep his face intact and he's not sure which way Sean is going to jump. Thanks for your comment.

[seleneheart]

I like this, and the musical notations that you are using for each chapter . . . they are very appropriate for the content.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you ! We tried to keep the musical theme going in the chapter headings.

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

You always get the back-and-forth between them just right . . . echoing each other's thoughts and then taking it one step further.

Sean's so plaintive at one stage, but at least he's starting to face up to things and wonder . . . and I'm sure Viggo's the one to lead him in the "right" direction!!