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Title: Drag Queen Bean
Author: Cykie - cykeotic@hotmail.com
Pairing: Viggo/Bean with a touch of Hugo
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: No-one in this fic belongs to me.....yet. This didn’t happen in real life, it’s just fiction.
Notes: This is for enchanteresse. Big thanks to yueni for being a great beta. Also posted at rugbytackle.


"Sean, keep still or your lipstick will smudge."

Sean shifted about in his seat, trying his best not to look at himself in the mirror, terrified of what he might see. Hugo was leaning over him, smearing bright red lipstick onto Sean’s lips. It was hard not to laugh, but Sean, the poor bloke, already looked like he just needed an excuse to bolt from the chair.

“I will make you look beautiful, darling.”

Green eyes glared up at Hugo, which made him suddenly reminding him of something.

“Oh eye-liner! I almost forgot.”

Sean sighed as Hugo scurried off to his make-up bag. Just the fact that he had a make-up bag was worrying enough. Sean stayed in the chair and wondered why the hell he was doing this again. He desperately needed to scratch his head. The wig was itching like crazy. Probably because it was some cheap blond thing Hugo had brought from a fancy dress shop. Hugo knew where to get everything you needed to dress in drag. That too was worrying.

After more make-up was applied it was time for the next challenge. Walking in heels. Sean stared at the things like they were from another planet, well to him they almost were.

“Try standing up at least, love.”

Pushing himself off the chair, he discovered that at first it wasn’t too bad. It hurt the bottom of his feet straight away, but at least he wasn’t wobbling about. But then, when he felt brave enough to take the first step he nearly broke his ankle. Hugo quickly came over and took hold of Sean’s arm to steady him.

“Walking in heels is a talent.”

“Well I somehow don’t think I have it. Why the fuck am I dressed like this, Hugo?”

“You know full well why. Next time you won’t make drunken bets with Orlando. Now try walking to the door.”

Leaning back against the wall Hugo watched as the butch looking woman stumbled off towards the door. Hugo’s eyes lingered on Sean’s legs, what sexy legs they were. Then his gaze moved up to that cute butt under the red dress. He would give anything to have a feel. To see if it’s really as tight as it looks, not that Sean would ever let him but he could dream.

When Sean reached the door, he turned back with a successful smile on his face before adjusting one of his ‘breasts’ which had slipped down his dress slightly. Hugo clapped and picked up his car-keys.

“Time to go, sexy.”

The smile disappeared from Sean face and the fear was back. Hugo was grateful the man was wearing heels, it meant running away would be a problem.

After a lot of effort and promising Sean that only a few people would be there, he managed to get the man with the dress into the car. Fifteen minutes later they were sitting in the car-park of the bar, but neither was making any attempt to get out. Hugo would have if Sean’s fingers weren’t digging into his arm.

“It looks busy to me.”

Hugo strained his neck, trying to look through the window, “No it doesn’t. Stop being a bloody wimp. You know what will happen if you don’t go through with this. You’ll never live it down.”

“I’ll never live it down if I go in there!”

Hugo gave him a sympathetic look and squeezed Sean’s leg, suddenly thinking it might have been a good idea to shave them. But suggesting that probably would have resulted in a broken nose.

Eventually, Sean was gently pushed into the bar and silence washed over the room. All eyes were on the man in the red dress. Sean shifted about on his heels, cursing the day he was born......or maybe the day Orli was born. It was Dom who broke the awkward atmosphere. He started howling with laughter and the others soon joined in like a pack of hyenas. Sean could feel his face go the same shade of red as his short dress and he wished the ground would swallow him up. The laughter was so loud it was even drowning out the music but soon he was being greeted by friendly hugs, fondles and gropes.

They all hustled him to a seat and a pint was placed on the table. The beer went down Sean’s throat quickly and it wasn’t long before he was presented with another. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing being a woman after all, he decided. He was hoping to get so rat-arsed that he wouldn’t be able to remember tonight, although he was pretty sure that there was a lot of people who would remind him about it.

A few beers later, Beanette, as Billy had fondly named her, was drunkenly dancing with Orli to a cheesy pop song. The heels had disappeared, due to sore feet and the wig didn’t seem to like staying on Sean’s head. Orli was having a great time, grinding against Sean’s groin and giving her butt a squeeze occasionally. Everyone was laughing and joining in with the fun of the evening with the exception of one man. Viggo had hardly spoken a word all night and this hadn’t escaped Hugo’s attention. Taking a seat next to the man he spoke quietly.

“Everything alright?”

Viggo didn’t seem to move, his eyes locked on the dancing duo.

“Yes, fine.”

Hugo followed his eyes and smiled a little when Sean slapped Orli for trying to get his hand up his dress.

“You just seem very quiet. Nothing wrong is there?”

“I just don’t like watching him humiliate himself.”

Hugo turned and looked at Viggo, noticed the frown on his face as he continued to watch Sean.

“It’s just a bit of fun, Viggo. He’s enjoying himself. I’m sure people will tease him for a few days but then someone else will do something stupid, attention will turn to that and all this will be forgotten.”

But it was then that Marton started showing Beanette gay sex positions on the dance floor and Hugo realised maybe Viggo was right.

“Actually, I think it would be a good idea if maybe you took him home.”

Viggo was up and out of his chair before Hugo had finished his sentence. Ignoring the protests of the crowd, he dragged Sean out of the bar. Sean was too drunk to do much else besides letting himself be pushed into the car. Viggo was treated to a painful rendition of “I Will Survive” on the journey home. He had to admit Sean did make a very cute drunk person.

He pulled up outside Sean’s house and he decided that he’d have to stay the night with him. There was no-way he was leaving this drunk drag queen alone tonight.

Once in the house, Sean collapsed onto the bed. The Dress was up so high that Viggo had a nice view of Sean’s tight white undies. Arms and legs spread everywhere, Viggo heard a slight ‘I feel sick’ groan coming from the blond man.

“Sean.....” Viggo was going to say something but there wasn’t much point. Sean probably wasn’t even listening and wouldn’t remember in the morning anyway. Viggo went over and knelt onto the bed. He sat Sean up slightly and undid the zip on the back of the dress. Carefully he helped Sean slip out of it, leaving the man in make-up and underwear. Vig silently went into the bathroom and got a flannel. Coming back, he wiped the running mascara and smudged lipstick off Sean’s face.

“Go to sleep, Sean,” Viggo said softly and received a tired nod from the other man. He sat with Sean until he was snoring softly. A few minutes later, he switched off the light and crawled into bed beside him, deciding this would be the best place to keep an eye on him. But his eyes didn’t stay open for long. Very soon he joined Sean in the land of the nod.

Sometime in the night, Viggo was suddenly awoken by an arm slapping the side of his face. Shoving it off, he turned around and watched Sean, who was still fast asleep. Sean always looked so cute and innocent when he was sleeping. As if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Sean turned a little and kicked Viggo’s shin. He was a violent sleeper. Sean mumbled something in his dream and his legs started to flail wildly, kicking at the cover and shoving it off the bottom of the bed.

He was about to get up to find something else to do, which didn’t involve lying next to Sean, when an arm was flung across his lap and a warm body pressed up against his side. Viggo’s eyes opened wide in shock when he felt something hard press up against his hip. Almost too afraid to look down, Vig just kept still, trying to think of an escape plan.

“Mmm Viggo?”

“Yes, Sean. I’m here.”

“I don’t feel too good.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

Viggo turned his head and kissed the mop of blond hair.

“Would you like some water?”

Sean shook his head slightly and pulled himself even closer to Viggo, wrapping himself around him. Viggo felt trapped, not that he was complaining too much about it.

“Do you even remember what happened last night?”

Sean made a grumble noise, which probably meant he did.

“Hangover from hell? Well you deserve it.”

Green eyes looked up at him and a little pout joined them, “Sorry Viggo.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re the one who’s going to have to live with the fact you made a complete prick of yourself last night.”

The pout grew, “I am sorry, Viggo.”

“Stop pouting, you know it doesn’t work on me.”

“Don’t understand why, it works on everyone else.”

“Prolonged exposure.”

Sean snorted then pressed his lips against Viggo’s bare shoulder.

“Didn’t mean to make you jealous.”

“What? Jealous?” Viggo almost spluttered. “What are you talking about?”

“I noticed how you were looking at me, watching me, wanting me.”

“For fuck’s sake, Sean!”

Viggo tried to shove Sean’s body off but Sean held on, his voice suddenly changing to sound apologetic.

“Sorry, mate. I was just mucking about. Didn’t mean it.”

He felt Viggo’s body relax as he settled. His muscles might have calmed down but his mind was racing. How did Sean know? Did he make it that obvious? Of course the main question was, did Sean want him too? They had shared a couple of kisses. One in a hobbit made-up game and one just a drunken snog. Sean never seemed to regret those the next day, but that didn’t mean Sean actually ‘wanted’ Viggo. Wanted to be as close as Viggo wished they were. Wanted to have the relationship they did in Viggo’s dreams.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by warm kisses across his collarbone. The lips felt so soothing, so comforting. He didn’t even move, just wanted to see what Sean was planning to do. Tongue flickered out of Sean’s lips and touched the bottom of Viggo’s neck making him tense. Was Sean just messing around? Please God I hope not.

Sean’s body pressed up against Viggo’s. Smooth skin rubbing against each other.

“Tell me what you want.”

Viggo wasn’t sure what it was he wanted. Other than a naked Sean wiggling and groaning underneath him. Yes, that would be nice.

“I want you.”

“How do you want me? I’ll do anything you ask.” A grin spread across Sean’s face. “Would you like me to put the dress back on?”

Viggo was shocked at the question, but found himself nodding. He soon wished he hadn’t when the warm body crawled off him. All he could do was lie there and wait, watching Sean as he tried to pull the tight red dress over his golden tanned body. Sean wiggled his butt and eventually the dress was back on, zip done up. Viggo got a wink as Sean turned around and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Sean in a dress was the weirdest sight in the world, but it was also as sexy as hell.

“Come here, Beanette.”

“Call me that again and I’ll rip your bloody tongue out.”

“Oh I love your idea of sex talk.”

Sean jumped onto the bed and straddled Viggo as much as his dress would allow.

“You’re the most butch looking woman I have ever seen.”

Sean gave Viggo a wicked grin, “You might wanna look under my dress just to check if I’m a woman or not.”

“I might just do that.”

Viggo grabbed Sean’s shoulders and shoved him off, rolling them both over until the roles were reversed and Viggo was on top. As they both laughed, Viggo pulled up the bottom of the dress and started to tug down the boxers until Sean’s cock came into view.

“You don’t look like a real woman to me! I want my money back!”

“Fine, I’ll leave then.”

Sean moved slightly, pretending to get up.

“You’d better not!” Viggo pulled the boxers down the muscular legs and chucked them onto the floor, covering Sean’s groin up again with the dress.

“Awww trying to protect my modesty?”

“Something like that.”

He leaned over Sean and closed his eyes, pressing his mouth against Sean’s soft lips. They kissed slowly at first, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Viggo loved the taste of the other man. Beer, sweat, meat, just how a man should taste. He loved the smell too, it was perfectly Sean. He suddenly felt two hands on his butt, squeezing and rubbing, trying to move their bodies together. Viggo complied and ground his hips slowly against the smooth fabric.

His hand slipped under the dress strap and pulled it over Sean’s shoulder slightly. One of the things Viggo liked most about Sean was his smooth chest and he’d be damned if the dress was going to stop him feeling it. He slipped the dress down and ran his fingers over the tanned skin, finding the bump of a nipple and pinching lightly. Sean moaned and arched his back. That’s what Viggo liked about first having someone, learning all the little things which caused them to make noises. He decided to try a new approach and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh.

Sean’s fingers grappled at Viggo’s back. His hard lump pressing up against Viggo’s hip. As his neck was attacked, Sean pushed his hand between the two bodies and slid it down Viggo’s boxers. A groan come from those lips sucking on his neck as Sean’s fingers wrapped around the hard cock.

“I can be your whore, Viggo. Do what you want to me.”

“Oh I intend too.”

Viggo pushed himself off Sean and moved backwards down the bed. Sean felt his knees being bent and his legs shoved open. Then suddenly something warm and wet was under his dress. A first it was touching his balls, making his skin tingle and shiver. Then it moved down his crack. Sean’s eyes closed and his fingers gripped onto the sheets. The first time the tongue prodded he squeaked. Viggo chuckled down below before doing it again. Pressing, exploring just around Sean’s hole then piercing it.

“Oh god Viggo, stop that.”

Viggo ignored the protests, his chin rubbing against the fabric of the dress as his tongue slowly started to fuck Sean. The further he entered into Sean, the more the man whimpered and shivered. Soon fingers were pulling on his hair, trying to tug his head away. Viggo tried to stay where he was, but eventually it was hurting too much and he allowed himself to be dragged away.

“Fuck sake, Sean, what are you doing?”

Sean was panting, his eye-lids just slits as he stared down at Viggo, “You gotta stop doing that.”

His grip loosened in Viggo’s hair and let him go. It only took a second for them to be face to face with each other once again. Viggo smiled down at him and got that gorgeous cheeky grin in response.

“Oh I know!”

Viggo’s smiled grew, “Know what?”

“What we can do.”

“Hey, I thought you said I could do what I wanted.”

“Change of plan.”

Sean shoved Viggo hard and a startled Viggo fell flat on his back beside him. When he had his senses back in check he turned his head and was even more confused when he saw Sean’s legs in front of him as the man turned around on the bed. Next thing he knew his boxers were being pulled off his legs.

“Sean.....” Viggo pushes himself up on his elbows and looked down at him, getting a nice view of his arse as the dress was pulled tight around the cheeks.

“I ain’t ever done this before,” Was the only explanation he received before he suddenly found the underside of his cock being licked gently. Sean’s hardness pressed up against Viggo’s shoulder. Then it finally dawned on him what Sean wanted. With a smile, he rolled onto his side slightly and pulled that silky red fabric down until he found a nice throbbing cock underneath it. He wrapped his fingers around the hilt and gently started sucking on the head, making the man down below moan against his own sensitive flesh.

It didn’t take long before they both had each other in their mouths, hips rocking, cocks fucking through warm, wet lips. Viggo’s hand ran up the inside of the dress and rubbed along the sweaty skin of Sean’s side, his fingers tenderly moving over each rib. As Sean’s cheeks hollowed around his own cock, he took Sean’s erection into his mouth as far as he could without gagging. The loud moaning showed that it was appreciated.

Soon the pumping was frantic, after all the wanting, needing, waiting, neither could hold back anymore. Both mouths were getting sore, but they didn’t want to stop. It was Sean who went first, muscles tensing before he shook. Spilling his warm seed deep into Viggo’s throat, gripping onto Viggo’s hip, hard enough to leave bruises. Viggo only had to trust a few more times before he did the same. Everything tightened up before his body spasmed. Then he just saw flashes of white as his hips jerked and Sean made an attempt to swallow every drop.

As soon as he could see clearly again Viggo pulled his mouth off Sean’s now limp cock and flopped back onto the bed which creaked as Sean moved around to lie-down the right way up, next to his lover.

“I like being a woman!”

Viggo’s forehead creased in confusion and he turned his head to look at Sean.

“There wasn’t anything female about what we just did.”

Sean’s head nestled on Viggo’s shoulder, Viggo’s arm wrapped automatically around the sleepy body.

“I like ABBA.”

“I think you’re still drunk.”

“I like Orlando.”

“I think you need to shut up before I decide never to speak to you again.”

Sean’s voice started fading as sleep tried to take hold, “I love you.”

Viggo smiled and closed his eyes, “Well it’s nice hearing you say that one. Now go to sleep.”

“Viggo?”

“Yes?”

“Next time you’re wearing the dress.”

Viggo chuckled but knew if it meant he could do this again, he’d do anything. Even become Viggoella, for the night.