Overexposure

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

title: Overexposure
author: fawsley
pairing: VigBean AU
rating: PG-13
warnings: fumbling; nekkid Bean - but should that go under 'warnings' I wonder?
archive: rugbytackle
disclaimer: not the real VigBean of course, just my playtime ones
notes: written for nevanoon's birthday and comes with much love!


Overexposure

Funny, sometimes, how he finds them.

This one was at a jumble sale of all places, discovered rummaging in a box of – of well he doesn't actually know what, and of course it doesn't matter.

It was the gorgeous curve of that faultless arse that first caught his eye, an eye that he must now admit was not acting entirely professionally even then. The guy was older than he’d first thought. Somehow that made the asking easier. In other ways made it all the more difficult. Turned out he’d done some acting, wasn’t averse to the idea at all, so long as it didn’t involve any of that strutting catwalk stuff.

The first session went like a dream, the man’s a natural.

Yes he’s greying at the temples and yes his complexion’s far from what could be called flawless. He’s got his fair share of lines and there are too many scars, some of which are truly frightening. But still there’s an overwhelming, terrifying beauty about the man that must surely be illegal.

Should have left it there, perfect sepia moments preserved for eternity. But the words were out of his mouth before he quite knew what he was saying. The guy’s done nude scenes for his film work, he’s comfortable with his body. Which is more than can be said for some other people right now.

Shouldn’t have let it get this far.

Couldn’t cope, couldn’t manage with the reality of golden skin bearly able to contain a fierce animal pride rippling beneath. The shakes came on like an attack of DTs. Tried to act calm, tried not to fall apart so damn obviously.

‘That’s it for today. Thanks. Great stuff.’

He was a fool if he’d thought the guy wouldn’t see straight through him.

‘Why’re we stopping? What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing’s wrong. I’ll get your money.

Deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out. Calm and collected. Count the notes, count the notes.

‘Don’t want the cash. Want to know what’s going on.’

‘Nothing. S’fine. Finished for today.’

Naked feet silent on the studio floor. Perfection made flesh. Too close, far too close. He doesn’t realise at first that he’s backing away whilst holding out the wad of notes like some sort of talisman. A snake-like movement but it goes for the wrist not the money, pulls him in tight then walks him backwards to the wall.

‘But we’re not finished, are we? You haven’t got what you want from me, have you?’

Imprisoned by the angle of the room, a firm, knowing hand on his jeans has little trouble in wrenching sobbing proof from his desperate body.

Then the touch is gone and he slumps to the floor.

In a moment he'll open his eyes.

Will know whether silent footsteps have stolen away all that beauty.

In a moment he'll open his eyes.

But right now he's hunched in his corner, fully clothed, yet more naked and exposed than any of his models has ever been.

In a moment he'll open his eyes.

In a moment...

Comments

[afra_schatz]

Wow. Really powerful, bordering frightening indeed, if it weren't so beautiful at the same time. Thank you for sharing this!

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

The frightening thing is trying to work out where on earth that all came from! Am jolly pleased to know that you enjoyed it - when you're as worried about a fic as I was about this one, seeing the first positive comment come in is a wonderful moment.

[makamu]

*whistles* That is a marvelous piece of work, faws, no question about that at all :)

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I was so worried about this one, but it sort of haunted me and I had to let it all out. It's so good to know that other people get something from it, not just me!

Am sort of wondering why we're not friends.... Whaddya think?

[makamu]

I think I just forgot to add you ;) Friend away :)

Oh, I did get lots of things out of that, don't you worry :)

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

I hadn't friended you, I just had seen you around and thought we seemed of like minds! You will have to put up with me moaning about my declining health and laughing at my husband, but I'm sure you can cope!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's weird ! It is a powerful piece of writing and very well done !

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

Moominmomma!
Thank you!
If you don't think I'm weird then obviously I have some hard work to do on my image.
But I'm thrilled to know you enjoyed this. Just hope birthday!girl likes it too - where is she, I wonder....

[ribby.livejournal.com]

Wow...that's stunning, Faws, and subtly creepy. The layers of meaning and action here are really wonderful. But oh, poor man (and I think I know who's who, but I won't say, just in case... *grin*), either one of them!

Again, wow. *applauds*

~Kris

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

It's strange, but the more I read it the more I see things that I don't think I wrote at all. I often feel that it all comes from somewhere else. Perhaps the great VigBean slash god that we should all worship alongside the Sacred Arse©.
Whichever gorgeous man you see in whichever role doesn't matter - what works for you is fine. I have my own very vivid images of course!
Thank you so much for your fantastic comments. They do mean a great deal to me.
*hugs*

[painted-horse.livejournal.com]

Wonderful piece of writing again,fawsley! And yes, feelings can get crowding and frightening. All the more if you did't expect anything this powerful and the world goes topsy-turvy around you.

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

I'm so pleased to know that this touched a nerve with you.
Poor Viggo, he really has lost control of his situation hasn't he? But deep down I'm sure that the Golden God will be there when he opens his eyes. After all, he did try to do the decent thing and make a break before it all got too much. Surely Sean will appreciate that? Oh... I don't know now...
*worries*

[alex-quine.livejournal.com]

Great vulnerability meets/collides with/is swallowed whole by (metaphorically speaking) ferocious self-knowledge and almost as much need -(?)- it all depends on what is there when he opens his eyes. Fine sense of the moment before doing something huge, that in the end cannot be avoided. Thanks for posting.

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

Where does it all come from? That's what I'd like to know.
I didn't write this, I'm quite sure.
Poor Vig - stuck in the still, quiet moment before the storm, or whatever it was Gandy said.
I think I know what happens, but I'm not certain any more...

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for your kind comments.
Sometimes I feel bad about offering birthday fics which aren't all jelly and cake (that's cos I ate it) but you just have to go with the bunnies, and there are times when my bunnies are more strange than I can possibly understand.
Jolly good to know that it worked!

[liars-dance.livejournal.com]

Wow - this is wonderfully powerful stuff - that repeating line and image at the end especially so...

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

I'm a sucker for a repeated line.
And for nekkid Bean with cowering Viggo at his mercy.
*does evil laugh*
Hope this goes some way towards your R&R.
*hugs*

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"Imprisoned by the angle of the room, a firm, knowing hand on his jeans has little trouble in wrenching sobbing proof from his desperate body. "

Very moving . . . that out-of-control feeling.

Beautiful piece.

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Poor ol' Vig, he tried to get out while he still could but events have conspired against him. Or should that be Bean? I know what happens next but I'm not telling!

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

*waits patiently, then . . .* :)

[nevanoon.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Sally!!! *hugshugshugs* Thank you!!!!
(I've been with my family for three days, that's why I'm late)

This is VigBean at its best, this is real art, the art of writing! And I'm very proud this masterpiece (in every respect, but of course to me the imaginary "speaks" the most) is my birthday gift!
I think I'll write more in a mail to you later, but one thing must be said here (disappointed Mr. S.'s Husband or not): I love you!

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

Hello! I guessed that you would be with your folks but it's great to have you back in the LJ fold. And of course I'm thrilled that you like this so much - I was ever so worried about it. Sorry to put the boys - well, Viggo really - through so much but they're quite happy to suffer and/or get nekkid for your birthday!
And I love you too!
*birthday!hugs*

[halszka.livejournal.com]

Sometimes when I'm looking through internet and read about Sean Bean I ask myself why I still do it, but you write the best explanation why " He’s got his fair share of lines and there are too many scars, some of which are truly frightening. But still there’s an overwhelming, terrifying beauty about the man that must surely be illegal ".
Very good story,with this not obvious ending specially. Thank you.

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

There is indeed some mighty baad Sean stuff around! I'm touched and humbled that you liked this so much. Keep on feeling the Bean - you know it makes sense.

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

This is awesome; you literally hold your breath in anticipation. It's very powerfully written and with a slight creepy edge to it. Really wonderful.

[fawsley.livejournal.com]

You can let that breath out now.
Good to know you enjoyed this and jolly pleased to know that the creepiness was only slight. I wanted a bit of a feeling of menace but not too much. Just enough to keep you guessing as to What Happens Next!

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

You are brillant! This one is another proof...!