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'Unexpected,' Challenge 17
Title: Unexpected
Author: penguingal
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I only think I know what happened. Chances are, this isn't it.
Feedback: is 10 clowns stuffed into a little car
Warnings: dirty talk
A/N: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge Notes challenge. The note at the end of the fic is: "Sometimes the best things in life are the most unexpected." -- Viggo. Complete PWP. Good ol' fashioned smut.
Sean and Viggo complimented each other well, the contrasts saying nearly as much as the similarities. They were both relatively soft-spoken. They’d both taken risks in their careers, and both refused to conform to what the movie-making machine wanted to insist on making them. They’d both worked with Michael Douglas.
But where Sean was rough, Viggo was gentle; where he was smooth, Viggo was awkward; where he was stable, Viggo was crazy; where he was afraid of heights, Viggo was fearless.
Yet, their friendship worked well on several different levels, and as the weeks of filming stretched into months the two became increasingly inseparable. In Sean, Viggo found a willing partner-in-crime, and in Viggo, Sean found a kindred spirit, someone he could share a drink with at a pub and talk, or not talk, as the mood allowed.
The closeness between the two men had not been lost on the rest of the cast, and occasionally they both had to endure the winks and knowing smiles and double entendres thrown at them by hobbits and elves that thought they knew more than they did. Being the private men that they were, neither man bothered to correct anyone’s assumptions.
It wasn’t that Sean didn’t think Viggo was attractive. He most decidedly did, and on those sometimes long stretches when shooting schedules demanded that they be apart, he wouldn’t be too surprised to find himself moaning Viggo’s name as he wanked in the still morning hours. However, in all the time that they had spent together, and in all the nights they had drifted off on one or the other’s couch, nothing Viggo had done had ever indicated to Sean that the other man had even a passing interest in men. He’d never been quite that wrong about anything before.
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Viggo curled himself into the corner of Sean’s couch, tucking his long legs under him in a way that was so familiar Sean barely even noticed it anymore. He’d come to think of that particular spot on the couch as belonging to Viggo, and he settled opposite the other man without comment.
“The hobbits were really laying it on thick tonight, weren’t they?” Viggo smiled, running a distracted hand through his hair.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I think they’re projecting, myself. They’re spending so much time shagging each other they figure everyone else must be doing the same.”
“The scent of sex is a little heavy in their trailer, yes,” Viggo agreed. “I’m not sure how Ian stands it.”
“Hell, that randy old sod probably enjoys it,” Sean quipped and the two men nearly doubled over in laughter at the mental image of Ian standing calmly by, watching a hobbit-orgy.
“Still,” Viggo started as Sean continued to chuckle to himself, “they’re not entirely wrong, are they?”
“What?” Sean was so startled that his laughter died suddenly and he turned his head sharply to regard his friend.
“Are they?” Viggo repeated, his voice dropping into the seductive tones that Sean heard him use so many times before with waitresses, hostesses, and female interviewers. He felt himself blush straight to the roots of his strawberry-blond hair because he knew, of course, that they weren’t entirely wrong but he had no idea how to or even if he should admit this. Still, Viggo was asking, so telling the truth probably wouldn’t do that much harm.
While Sean puzzled all this out, looking fixatedly at the carpet, he completely missed Viggo unfolding himself from his spot on the couch and moving closer to him. So, when he looked up again he was startled to find Viggo’s mouth meeting his, the other man’s hand a warm, solid weight on his thigh. The kiss was tentative and brief, but it was enough to send arousal flushing through his system at an alarming rate. When the kiss broke, he stared at Viggo, unable to hide his shock and his heavy breathing.
“Well,” he swallowed, “that was unexpected.”
“Are the hobbits wrong?” Viggo asked, his face intent.
Sean slowly shook his head. “No, they’re not wrong.” Using his superior leverage he pushed Viggo gently until he was lying fully on the cushions. Stretching and bracing himself on the arm of the couch, he leaned over the other man and perused his face, drinking in every detail, getting lost in the blue of his eyes, and tracing the contours of his mouth with his thumb. “They weren’t wrong,” he repeated, “but apparently I was.”
“What do you mean?” Viggo asked, kissing Sean’s fingers lightly.
“I never thought you’d be interested in something like this, with a man.”
When Viggo laughed, he arched up into him, and Sean had to bite back a gasp at the contact of their groins, his cock by now pushing painfully at his jeans. “You really are quite clueless sometimes, you know that? I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.” Viggo swallowed his indignant protest by pulling him down into a deep kiss, their tongues meeting finally in a rush of liquid and heat. This time, when Viggo again pushed up into him, slowly, deliberately rubbing their mutual erections against each other, Sean moaned openly into the other man’s mouth.
Sean was panting when the kiss broke for the second time. “Viggo... unless you stop me, I’m going to fuck you right here on this couch.”
Viggo just looked back at him calmly, blinking once. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable on the bed?” he asked, an amused quirk playing around his lips.
“Intuitive as always.”
“Must be the artist in me,” Viggo purred as he pulled him down for another kiss.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Sean stood and pulled the other man to his feet, allowing himself a moment to let his hands linger on Viggo’s strong shoulders. “Truly, this is unexpected,” he growled low in his throat before beckoning him towards the bedroom. Sean stepped backward easily, removing his clothes tantalizingly with each step. Viggo followed suit, and by the time they had arrived at Sean’s expanse of bed they were both naked and quivering with need.
“Sean...” Viggo began, his tone pleading, but Sean cut him off by pulling him into a kiss, turning him around, and laying him gently on the bed.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful.” Sean worked his way along Viggo’s jaw, seeking out the tender spots just behind his ear. “Do you want me inside you? Hmm? Is that what you want?” Viggo arched against him, whimpering, seeking out the friction provided by the crease where his thigh met his hip. “Tell me you want it. You want my cock inside you? You want me to fill you up?”
Viggo gasped as Sean rocked forward, pinning Viggo’s arms over his head “Yes, God yes, Sean.”
“Say it, say you want me to shove my cock inside that tight arse of yours. Say it,” Sean urged, pulling Viggo’s legs up around his waist.
“Fuck me, Sean. I wanna feel you inside me. Please just fuck me.” While Viggo begged, Sean deftly coated his fingers. He heard the hitch in Viggo’s breath as he nudged one slicked finger at his entrance. Sean moved slowly, edging first one and then another finger inside, letting his other hand wander aimlessly over the other man’s body to tease his nipples and then move up to caress the hollow of Viggo’s throat.
“Please,” Viggo moaned, writhing and pushing himself further onto Sean’s fingers, trying to urge him into speeding up. Ignoring Viggo’s whimpers, he positioned himself between the other man’s legs, and slowly, agonizingly drove in, striking Viggo’s prostate, making the other man cry out.
“Fuck, you are so tight,” Sean breathed.
Viggo dug his fingers into Sean’s hips, urging him deeper. Sean pulled back and pushed in again over and over, the wet slap and slick slide of flesh on flesh disturbed only by their moans and Viggo’s grunts, demanding more, asking for it harder and faster. Sean worked a hand between them to stroke Viggo’s pulsing cock roughly. Nails digging into flesh, fingers fisted into sheets, gasping moaning thrusting arching, the two men came together.
Arranging themselves together on the bed, Viggo wrapped his arms over Sean’s chest, kissing him softly between his shoulder blades as they drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, Sean rolled over, reaching out for the warm body that he expected to be there and encountered nothing but cold sheets. Disappointed, Sean rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom, worry lines creasing his face that Viggo hadn’t felt comfortable enough to stay until morning. But his face cleared when he flicked on the light and saw the note written in shaving cream on his mirror.
“Sometimes the best things in life are the most unexpected.” -- Viggo
x-posted to my journal
Author: penguingal
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I only think I know what happened. Chances are, this isn't it.
Feedback: is 10 clowns stuffed into a little car
Warnings: dirty talk
A/N: Written for the
lotrpschallenge Notes challenge. The note at the end of the fic is: "Sometimes the best things in life are the most unexpected." -- Viggo. Complete PWP. Good ol' fashioned smut.Sean and Viggo complimented each other well, the contrasts saying nearly as much as the similarities. They were both relatively soft-spoken. They’d both taken risks in their careers, and both refused to conform to what the movie-making machine wanted to insist on making them. They’d both worked with Michael Douglas.
But where Sean was rough, Viggo was gentle; where he was smooth, Viggo was awkward; where he was stable, Viggo was crazy; where he was afraid of heights, Viggo was fearless.
Yet, their friendship worked well on several different levels, and as the weeks of filming stretched into months the two became increasingly inseparable. In Sean, Viggo found a willing partner-in-crime, and in Viggo, Sean found a kindred spirit, someone he could share a drink with at a pub and talk, or not talk, as the mood allowed.
The closeness between the two men had not been lost on the rest of the cast, and occasionally they both had to endure the winks and knowing smiles and double entendres thrown at them by hobbits and elves that thought they knew more than they did. Being the private men that they were, neither man bothered to correct anyone’s assumptions.
It wasn’t that Sean didn’t think Viggo was attractive. He most decidedly did, and on those sometimes long stretches when shooting schedules demanded that they be apart, he wouldn’t be too surprised to find himself moaning Viggo’s name as he wanked in the still morning hours. However, in all the time that they had spent together, and in all the nights they had drifted off on one or the other’s couch, nothing Viggo had done had ever indicated to Sean that the other man had even a passing interest in men. He’d never been quite that wrong about anything before.
~~~~
Viggo curled himself into the corner of Sean’s couch, tucking his long legs under him in a way that was so familiar Sean barely even noticed it anymore. He’d come to think of that particular spot on the couch as belonging to Viggo, and he settled opposite the other man without comment.
“The hobbits were really laying it on thick tonight, weren’t they?” Viggo smiled, running a distracted hand through his hair.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I think they’re projecting, myself. They’re spending so much time shagging each other they figure everyone else must be doing the same.”
“The scent of sex is a little heavy in their trailer, yes,” Viggo agreed. “I’m not sure how Ian stands it.”
“Hell, that randy old sod probably enjoys it,” Sean quipped and the two men nearly doubled over in laughter at the mental image of Ian standing calmly by, watching a hobbit-orgy.
“Still,” Viggo started as Sean continued to chuckle to himself, “they’re not entirely wrong, are they?”
“What?” Sean was so startled that his laughter died suddenly and he turned his head sharply to regard his friend.
“Are they?” Viggo repeated, his voice dropping into the seductive tones that Sean heard him use so many times before with waitresses, hostesses, and female interviewers. He felt himself blush straight to the roots of his strawberry-blond hair because he knew, of course, that they weren’t entirely wrong but he had no idea how to or even if he should admit this. Still, Viggo was asking, so telling the truth probably wouldn’t do that much harm.
While Sean puzzled all this out, looking fixatedly at the carpet, he completely missed Viggo unfolding himself from his spot on the couch and moving closer to him. So, when he looked up again he was startled to find Viggo’s mouth meeting his, the other man’s hand a warm, solid weight on his thigh. The kiss was tentative and brief, but it was enough to send arousal flushing through his system at an alarming rate. When the kiss broke, he stared at Viggo, unable to hide his shock and his heavy breathing.
“Well,” he swallowed, “that was unexpected.”
“Are the hobbits wrong?” Viggo asked, his face intent.
Sean slowly shook his head. “No, they’re not wrong.” Using his superior leverage he pushed Viggo gently until he was lying fully on the cushions. Stretching and bracing himself on the arm of the couch, he leaned over the other man and perused his face, drinking in every detail, getting lost in the blue of his eyes, and tracing the contours of his mouth with his thumb. “They weren’t wrong,” he repeated, “but apparently I was.”
“What do you mean?” Viggo asked, kissing Sean’s fingers lightly.
“I never thought you’d be interested in something like this, with a man.”
When Viggo laughed, he arched up into him, and Sean had to bite back a gasp at the contact of their groins, his cock by now pushing painfully at his jeans. “You really are quite clueless sometimes, you know that? I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.” Viggo swallowed his indignant protest by pulling him down into a deep kiss, their tongues meeting finally in a rush of liquid and heat. This time, when Viggo again pushed up into him, slowly, deliberately rubbing their mutual erections against each other, Sean moaned openly into the other man’s mouth.
Sean was panting when the kiss broke for the second time. “Viggo... unless you stop me, I’m going to fuck you right here on this couch.”
Viggo just looked back at him calmly, blinking once. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable on the bed?” he asked, an amused quirk playing around his lips.
“Intuitive as always.”
“Must be the artist in me,” Viggo purred as he pulled him down for another kiss.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Sean stood and pulled the other man to his feet, allowing himself a moment to let his hands linger on Viggo’s strong shoulders. “Truly, this is unexpected,” he growled low in his throat before beckoning him towards the bedroom. Sean stepped backward easily, removing his clothes tantalizingly with each step. Viggo followed suit, and by the time they had arrived at Sean’s expanse of bed they were both naked and quivering with need.
“Sean...” Viggo began, his tone pleading, but Sean cut him off by pulling him into a kiss, turning him around, and laying him gently on the bed.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful.” Sean worked his way along Viggo’s jaw, seeking out the tender spots just behind his ear. “Do you want me inside you? Hmm? Is that what you want?” Viggo arched against him, whimpering, seeking out the friction provided by the crease where his thigh met his hip. “Tell me you want it. You want my cock inside you? You want me to fill you up?”
Viggo gasped as Sean rocked forward, pinning Viggo’s arms over his head “Yes, God yes, Sean.”
“Say it, say you want me to shove my cock inside that tight arse of yours. Say it,” Sean urged, pulling Viggo’s legs up around his waist.
“Fuck me, Sean. I wanna feel you inside me. Please just fuck me.” While Viggo begged, Sean deftly coated his fingers. He heard the hitch in Viggo’s breath as he nudged one slicked finger at his entrance. Sean moved slowly, edging first one and then another finger inside, letting his other hand wander aimlessly over the other man’s body to tease his nipples and then move up to caress the hollow of Viggo’s throat.
“Please,” Viggo moaned, writhing and pushing himself further onto Sean’s fingers, trying to urge him into speeding up. Ignoring Viggo’s whimpers, he positioned himself between the other man’s legs, and slowly, agonizingly drove in, striking Viggo’s prostate, making the other man cry out.
“Fuck, you are so tight,” Sean breathed.
Viggo dug his fingers into Sean’s hips, urging him deeper. Sean pulled back and pushed in again over and over, the wet slap and slick slide of flesh on flesh disturbed only by their moans and Viggo’s grunts, demanding more, asking for it harder and faster. Sean worked a hand between them to stroke Viggo’s pulsing cock roughly. Nails digging into flesh, fingers fisted into sheets, gasping moaning thrusting arching, the two men came together.
Arranging themselves together on the bed, Viggo wrapped his arms over Sean’s chest, kissing him softly between his shoulder blades as they drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, Sean rolled over, reaching out for the warm body that he expected to be there and encountered nothing but cold sheets. Disappointed, Sean rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom, worry lines creasing his face that Viggo hadn’t felt comfortable enough to stay until morning. But his face cleared when he flicked on the light and saw the note written in shaving cream on his mirror.
“Sometimes the best things in life are the most unexpected.” -- Viggo
x-posted to my journal
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Soooooooo hot!
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Drawing blood from yourself is usually bad... just keep that in mind ;)
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It must have been to intice
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