Spare energy

[suometar.livejournal.com]

Though I'm giving a lot of my energy to posting and answering the comments on my comic in Sons of Gondor I write too. And I really like this story, liked writing it, like reading it (though it's my own).

Title: The taste of beer and cigarette
Author: Suometar
Beta: Willowaif
Archive: Rugbytackling
Characters: Viggo/Sean Bean
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You know how this works



It was one of the first nights out that the cast of the fellowship had together, and actually the first time Sean and Viggo were out at the same time at the same place. They knew each other only from work they had no idea what was the other like on his free time, not that Sean cared much anyway, now that he saw that Viggo really enjoyed himself on the dance floor with Elijah and Dom. Fuck, Viggo was in his forties and still disco dancing! Viggo was some sort of spare-Stuart to Sean, he didn’t know this Vee-goh. Sean had rooted into the booth with beer coming to him, Orlando had sat for company, Sean liked Orli, maybe mostly ‘cause he was from the UK too. Orlando wasn’t dancing with Viggo ‘cause of too many tortillas he really needed to digest in peace! So they talked about everything while sitting there, except food.

- Does Viggo have a yoyo on his face? Orlando asked and caught Sean off guard.
- Huh? No... Sean was confused.
- Get yer eyes here Bean, I’m talking to you, Orlando noted.
- Always the centre of the attention, are you?

Orlando hit Sean, damn, why didn’t that Yorkshire dumbass listen to him? It was hard to reach Sean from the other side of the table, so after the slap Orlando moved closer.
- Can I tell yeh a secret? Sean asked, absolutely drunk.
- Okay, Orlando was on his toes really, ready to run if Sean starts to revenge the hit.
- Only if ye tell me one too, Sean requested.
- Ok, ok.
Sean hesitated a little, but one more look at dancing Viggo (and the beers!) did it.
- I wanna kiss Viggo.

- What? Orlando was really shocked.
- I wanna... but not sure would I... Sean said his voice kept disappearing.
They were both quiet. An unreal silence floated in their booth, the music was loud and people were chattering everywhere, but Orlando heard the silence pulsing from Sean.
- Orlando, yer secret? Sean asked finally.
- Umm, actually... I don’t have one, sorry! Orlando said and backed off, away from the reach of Sean’s big arms before he started flinging them.
By chance Orlando happened to see Viggo at the bar and decided to save himself in the same direction.
- Back ‘ere yeh bugger! Sean yelled after the younger Brit.
- I’ll be right back Sean, stay there!
Fine, I’ll kill him then.

Orlando got to the bar and bumped into Viggo on purpose.
- Hi Orli.
- Hi Vig, you’re not slowing down tonight?
- Maybeh, I just really needed that, Viggo said and seemed to finally get the drink he was waiting for. A tall glass with something orange, smashed ice in it and a slice of lime apparently. Viggo sucked it through a straw and wasn’t going anywhere really.
- Just heard something sweet, Orlando was playing with fire.
- What issit? Viggo asked after swallowing.
The music was loud.

Sean was bored already, he’s only friends were a pile of empty beer mugs, the last sight of Orlando was him getting to the bar, ordering something. Viggo was there too, but in the middle of watching him Orlando jumped right next to Sean, skin by skin.
- What the hell? Sean shouted out ‘cause of the surprise.
- I actually do have a secret Sean, Orlando said leaning even closer to Sean.
Viggo sat on the other side of the table soon after, seeming to focus only on his drink and sucking mouthfuls of it. Sean couldn’t really concentrate on that, ‘cause of Orlando leaning even closer, nearer to Sean’s ear.
- I told Viggo... that you wanna kiss ‘im.
Before he even finished he got up to run for his life, Sean would’ve followed him, but the peaceful Viggo stopped him, only with being there. When they were finally alone, Viggo put his drink down, it still had a little in it, Viggo started looking at Sean right into his eyes across the booth table. Sean blushed right after Orlando ran away and seeing Viggo looking at him, but it faded slowly while they just looked at each other.

“No, Orlando hadn’t told him” Sean finally decided when Viggo started to cross the booth so that he could get next to Sean.
He got shoulder against shoulder and looked at Sean again.
- Why won’t you kiss me Sean?
It wasn’t actually “why?” it was more like “what about?”
Right after Sean recovered that shock, he yelled:
- Bloody hell!
Viggo rested his head on Sean’s shoulder when he didn’t run away.
- It’s okay.
Sean just gulped. He didn’t dare to speak, fearing he would let out some monster.

- This is nice isn’t it?
- Mmm, yeah, Sean said leaning against Viggo’s delightful body.
It was silent between them again, it wasn’t comfortable ‘cause they both waited for something to happen.
- Kiss me Sean.
Sean blinked, not out of surprise, but kinda sadly.
- I dunno.
- You don’t want to?
- I doh.
Viggo tried to figure him out.
- Are you scared of it?
- Moor like, scared offit to get awah, Sean tried to explain.
- The feelin’, Sean continued.
- If it makes it any easier... Viggo said, straighten himself up and for a long time he looked into Sean’s eyes again.
- ...I want you to.

That got Sean blushing again.
- Fuck Vig.
Sean got up from the booth and Viggo was sure he scared the Brit away, but Sean didn’t go anywhere, he stood there for one exhale, then turned to Vig and reached out his hand. Viggo looked at it before he realized he should grab it and let Sean walk him out of the bar.

---

They were out, Sean sobered several mugs after he got clean air into his lungs, for a moment he thought he had only dreamed dragging Viggo with him out of the bar, but he was there next to him.
- Krohm, Sean coughed to politely break the silence.
- What are we up to? Viggo asked curiously.
The image talked, then it surely was the real Viggo.
Viggo stood a few steps away from Sean, maybe afraid that Sean might suddenly have second thoughts and hit him.
- Bloody hell, Sean said again holding his head.
- Maybeh somewee wih a bed, he suggested and saw Viggo smile into his wrist and blush.
- ‘cause I’m bout to pass uut, ya taft! Sean clarified and started to fall.
- Sure, whatever, we need a cab Sean, Viggo said and was holding the Brit up.

---

Viggo got them outside Sean’s trailer, Sean had thrown up right after he got out of the cab, like some fucking teenager and while Viggo fought to get the trailer door open, Sean had lighted a cigarette.
- Can I cadge?
- Wha?
- Lemme one.
- Oh, sure.
Viggo took a smoke from Sean’s cigarette-box he was shoving towards Viggo.
- Light?
Sean started to search after his lighter, he had it just a second ago, he got his one burning with it, where was it?
- Oh fuck, come ‘ere, Sean said and grasped Viggo’s head, pulling him closer.
Sean held Viggo’s smoke still, but didn’t remove it from Viggo’s lips, then he pushed his cigarette’s burning head to Viggo’s and inhaled.

It was partly amazing, in the dark night the only light was Sean’s smoke and now their heads were only inches away, their cigarettes touching, sharing the burn. Sean’s face was glowing from the little fire burning in his cigarette when he inhaled his smoke fiercely and lighted Viggo’s smoke as well.

Then they parted. Sean wasn’t so close anymore, he wasn’t sharing the fire anymore, Viggo wasn’t only two cigarettes away from kissing the mighty Sean Bean anymore.
And they smoke until the fire burned out.

---

Sean put the lights on in his trailer, before he noticed that Viggo had gotten him a little mug of water, considering his condition he wouldn’t have noticed even a fucking gay pride marching beside his trailer. Viggo held the mug almost to Sean lips.
- Drink it Sean.
- Its just wuter.
- Oh I didn’t know, really?! Drink it you daft, Viggo said and pushed the mug a little, it almost spilled on Sean’s face.
Sean took it and drank it hungrily, the water was dripping on his face from the corners of his mouth. Viggo was nearly leaping on Sean’s face, cleaning those drops off.
- You got some ‘ere, Viggo said and pointed the place on his own face.
- Eh?
- Here, Viggo pointed again near his mouth.
- Oh, and then Sean kissed him.
Sean tasted drunk and like cigarettes, not such a delightful taste, but Viggo sucked on it anyway, he was kissing him, finally kissing Sean, kissing Sharpe. Sean stuck his tongue deep into Viggo’s throat, it felt like a little animal had gotten into his mouth.

Then Sean pulled back, like some beast having his share of the prey, now he just turned and walked further into his trailer, Viggo didn’t know if he should follow.

---

The sun was blessing the day when the cast had a day off, revealing all the naughty things that had happened at the night before. Blessing those poor things who are happy as hell about the fact that they don’t have to go to work, ‘cause they are a mess like Sean. Sean woke up with the need to throw up. He took a shower when he went into the bathroom, it was a closet really. When Sean came out he started to see signs of someone else being there. There was a shirt, male size, that wasn’t his, also a jacket, it got Sean confused, he looked through the whole trailer; he was there alone. Sean made himself tea and went outside to drink it. He sat there drinking, when he was done, he started to light a smoke, but couldn’t find his lighter, then he happened to see two cigarettes dumps on the ground, not in the ashcan he had made out of a beer bottle. Those two tiny dumps were on the ground alone, Sean looked at them.

----

Sean decided to stay outside for a while, the sun was warm and the air much more comfortable than in the trailer. He almost fell asleep, but then Viggo came by.
- Hi Sean.
The Brit looked up.
- Oh, Hi Viggo.
- Are you okay?
- Hmm, fine.
- Can I sit?
Sean only nodded, he had closed his eyes ‘cause of the sun shining behind Viggo. They sat there for a while, and Sean happened to see Viggo picking up the two lonely dumps and put them into the bottle. It was kinda strange, Sean felt like it wasn’t Viggo’s thing to touch them, they were Sean’s.
- I came to get my shirt and jacket and return yours, Viggo said and Sean noticed that the clothes in Viggo’s arms were really his.
- Uh, thanks, Sean said and got up.
- Come in, he said to Vig.
- Why is your stuff here anyway? Sean asked when he held out the shirt for Viggo.
- I helped you here and into bed Sean, you were in bad shape yesterday, you drank a lot!

- Oh, Sean said, like he understood, but asked again:
- But why is your stuff here?
- These have your vomit on them, I borrowed something to wear to get home without catching a cold.
- Oh, I can clean them up for you.
- No, that’s ok, Viggo said and asked for a plastic bag for his stuff or something.
- Did I do anythin’ else to you? I can pay if your shoes are ruined or somethin’.
Viggo blushed, but dared to speak anyway,
- No, you kissed me, you don’t have to pay for that.
Sean blushed as well.
- I didn’t.
- Um, you did, you tasted like beer and cigarettes, I can’t forget tasting something like that.
- Oh, I’m so sorry mate, Sean tried to say something more but couldn’t.
- It’s okay, it was you, Viggo said and looked into the bag.
They stood there for a while, both looking down, then Sean felt Viggo’s lips on his own. A little kiss, light and warm.

- See ya Sean, Viggo said, helped himself out and walked away.
Sean looked after Viggo as long as Viggo was to be seen, Sean didn’t feel angry at all. Actually he felt happy, then he took a cold shower.

Comments

[ex-warmfuzzi813.livejournal.com]

Then he took a cold shower. Too funny. If Viggo kissed me I would probably have to do the same thing!!! This was delightful. Thank you.

[suometar.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it :)
No, thank you.

[sparkedbylore.livejournal.com]

Almost like high school, though those things do stay with us don't they?

It’s okay, it was you
Very sweet.

Thank you.

[suometar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, maybe I took it too far, but it was fun to write :D
Thank you :)

[sparkedbylore.livejournal.com]

What I meant was that sometimes *heh* we hang on to our bad habits. And that they were being a bit awkward in that sweet/silly high school sort of way. You brought that out nicely. I wasn't saying you over did it.

[suometar.livejournal.com]

hehee, okay :) thank you again!