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Title: Get Away
Author: smutcutter
Pairing: Sean/Viggo/Harris (orginal character)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: It's got sex.. - and angst of course
Disclaimer: this NEVER happened.
Summary: Viggo takes Sean on a vaction, but then Sean has to come home.
I want to thank tiggothy for her amazing beta work and frahulettaes for, well, everything.

This story includes Harris, my original character, once again. When this story is over, I created and LJ to follow Harris (and basically to flush out any other story ideas.)

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The journal is also FAKE as all get out, but Harris will be posting from time to time and it's a public journal - if you like the character, feel free to friend the journal. I will be posting stories there as well as regular posts. Harris' best friend Steph has also been posting there - there are other characters available and this might turn into an RP (depending on who wants to romp in my world)... let's see what happens - and do enjoy the story.



GET AWAY


“Lord of the Rings! Lord of the FUCKING Rings!” Harris pulled his hair back angrily as he paced.

“What in the bloody hell brought this on?” Sean dropped his jacket in the nearest chair as soon as he could move again. The verbal attack which had stunned him was now escalating, but it was Harris’ eyes that hurt him first.

“This, you mother fucker!” The credit card bill fluttered to the table. On it, two nights at a secluded hotel stood out in bold. “I feel like a cliché, a jealous housewife!” He puffed at his cigarette. “Just tell me it was Viggo and I can go pack. Or get a gun. Whichever I grab first.”

“Hey, calm down! And I don’t think I like being accused like this!” Sean raised his voice and watched Harris, his pacing still frantic, anger thrumming through him like wildfire.

“Then DENY it, you bastard!”

Sean was silent.


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *


The resort in the mountains of New Hampshire was a two hour drive from the city. Sean spent most of the trip staring out the window, shell-shocked. Viggo bumped his arm, offering a glass of Bushmills.

“Here...for your nerves.” Viggo’s voice was a whisper.

”Thanks. I’ve just never seen so many people. Screaming.” Sean shuddered inwardly.

It had been a contest they were hosting at a Virgin Megastore in Boston to announce the release of the final DVD. Security was iffy at best and the crowd was larger than anticipated.

After the numbers were drawn and the prizes handed out, Viggo noticed Sean’s easy smile was becoming harder and harder to maintain with every flashbulb.

The same night, Sean went to his room and found two young girls hiding in the bathroom, young enough to be his daughters. Viggo announced it was time to get away; no press, no telling your agent and leave the cell phone off. Sean nodded mutely and Viggo made the arrangements. Sean could still hear the one girl screaming while the other kept clawing at him, climbing all over him like a tree.

They were now cocooned in the back on a large limo, sipping whiskey and watching the October day whiz by, marveling at the many colors of the turning leaves.

“You know, people take tours to look at those leaves. We’re getting them for free,” Viggo smiled. Sean downed the drink and stared out the window, a death grip on the crystal.

The place was a palace - dark wood lobby, plush red carpets and a huge roaring fireplace. When they checked in, Viggo held out his hand for Sean’s cell phone and it was placed with the hotel manager.

“Only if it’s a dire 911 type emergency,” Viggo instructed.

“As always, Mr. Mortenson. Enjoy your stay, gentlemen.”

Sean was still a zombie and missed the whole exchange. They were shown to their adjoining rooms and Sean automatically reached into his pocket.

“Vig, my cell... where...?” He was rifling through his luggage when the light dawned. Viggo leaned in the doorway. “My girls, Viggo. My agent. Harris.” Sean breathed.

Viggo smiled and walked into the room. “I like the order you put that in.” He pulled off Sean’s jacket. “We are going to have dinner, maybe hit the hot tub, or maybe just sit here and stare at the television. I have the room next door and I am going to keep my eye on you. Sean, you need to chill out. Seriously.” Viggo was holding Sean’s arms and looking him dead in the eyes. “I know that whole scene freaked you out. Well, it’s over now and no one on the planet knows we are here. Free, Sean. We are free.”

Sean blinked and looked around the well appointed room, nodding slowly. “I need a drink,” he muttered.

Viggo smiled and went to his room to fetch the bottle he had purloined from the limo. Glasses in hand, he stepped out onto his balcony overlooking Mount Jefferson at the same time Sean did. Sean laughed lightly and it made Viggo smile. There it is , he thought, that smile. Sean leaned on the railing after taking a huge breath.

“Maybe this was not such a bad idea.” His voice was low in the silence. He lit a cigarette and let out a plume of smoke. Viggo hopped up to sit on the railing between their balconies, arms around one propped up leg, glasses and bottle on the table.

“Glad you approve. You need to detox. I disappear like this all the time, lends an air of mystery.” He smiled. Sean turned.

”Scary thing, I think you’re serious.”

“No, but it sounds good.” Viggo stepped down. “Food?”


The restaurant was much like the lobby, dark with a large fire going. They both laughed as they ordered ‘men’s’ meals - steak and potatoes, with beer to wash it down. They were seated near the fire and soon the heavy meal and the fire’s warmth had Sean drowsy. They had not talked much during dinner, content to be in each other’s company and quiet for once. They charged the meal to Sean’s room and found the bar where they ordered another pitcher of beer and Sean grabbed the darts from the dart board. The place was empty save for the bartender and a waitress reading a book at the end of the bar.

“Well, you needed solitude,” Viggo smiled and poured the first round.

”This was your idea, but I’m not complaining.” Sean was taking aim and hitting the target with decent accuracy.

“Compliments of the house,” the pretty waitress delivered a cigar box and was holding it open. Sean’s eyes widened and he smiled as he chose one and lit it with the long matches she provided.

“Enjoy your stay,” she wished them as she departed . Viggo sat back, cigar in hand, and watched Sean.

“I’ve never seen you with a cigar. Suits you.”

“Harris hates the smell, so....” Sean's voice trailed off. The dart thunked into the wall.

“You do know that that is only the second time you have mentioned him in a week,” Viggo said low, “and both times were today.”

“A week?” Another dart bounced off the open case. “Bugger....”

“Yea, wanna talk about it?”

“No.” The answer was quick and snapped the conversation lid shut. But something had escaped.

“Not here.”


They finished their game in silence then returned to their rooms, Sean stifling a yawn. They waved goodnight and slipped through separate doors. Viggo flopped onto the bed, kicked off his shoes, and grabbed a book.

“Viggo!” Sean’s angry voice came through the outside glass doors.

“What?” He lifted his head and put the book aside. Sean was on the balcony, pacing, puffing a cigarette madly. “What is it?”

“You bastard! You knew!” Sean spat. Viggo blinked, taken aback by the spark of anger.

“Knew what?” He leaned on the rail separating the two platforms. Sean spun and pointed an accusing finger.

“There is no PHONE in the room!” His voice seemed to echo off the mountain and Viggo wondered if it would trigger an avalanche.

“Yes. It’s why I stay here.” Viggo’s voice was even and Sean thought it sounded condescending.

“Don’t take that tone with me. You want a name count? Harris. There, I’ve said it three times today. Did it not occur to you I might want to talk to him?” He crushed the cigarette under his boot and continued to pace.

“Yes, it did.” Viggo hopped over to his side. “It’s why you’re here. You should not feel obligated to call. You should want to call.” He stood closer than he should and waited to be punched.

Sean turned on him, mouth open, ready to fight. He snapped it shut and eventually averted his eyes.

“Damn, ” Sean muttered and Viggo steered him back inside. He sat Sean on the sofa and knelt to light a fire in the red brick hearth. Once it had leapt to life, he joined Sean on the couch, sitting sideways to face him.

“I’m sorry. But I felt you needed to think. You’ve been telling me you wanted to get away. So I arranged it. Was I wrong?” Viggo gently touched Sean’s shoulder and felt the muscles like iron under his fingers.

“No, ” Sean muttered into his glass of whiskey which Viggo refilled as soon as it hit the table, “You were right. I just don’t want to think. Makes my head hurt.” He managed a small smile. Then he reached out and downed the drink, barely noticing Viggo that had started to massage his neck. “It’s just that I never see him. Hell, I never see any of my family, for that matter. My girls have grown up in the blink of an eye.” He took a deep breath and started to relax. “I just need a break.” He chuckled to himself then looked at Viggo. “You were right. I say that a lot.” He smiled.

Viggo’s heart and stomach both clenched at that smile. I still get the same physical reaction from the first time I saw him, he thought, hand still working the kinks out of Sean’s neck. “You do. And your wish is my command.” He smiled back .

“Thanks.” Sean smiled again and refilled his own glass this time.
“Here, pour me one of those, ” Viggo smiled.

Warm with the fire and whiskey, they moved to the bed and stretched out, eyes on Lost Horizon with Ronald Coleman, on TCM. Most of the bottle was gone.

“Tell me again... why are we watching this?” Sean’s voice was full of sleep.

“Because it’s a classic. And it tests man’s ability to choose for himself, duty or his own fulfillment.” Viggo smiled softly.

“It’s gay.”

“What?”

Sean was stifling a laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m just joking with you.” Sean started to laugh harder. “Oh god, now I’m laughing at my own jokes, I think I must be either drunk or tired.”

“I’ll go for both.” Viggo drained his glass.

“Ow!” Sean yelped and still laughed lightly. “Speaking of cruel jokes, I think I just pulled a muscle...while laughing!” He turned away from Viggo, hand on the middle of his back, alternately chuckling and hissing a sharp intake of breath.

“Hang on, hang on.” Viggo reached over and easily found the contracted muscle, on the right side of his spine about halfway down his back.

“OW!” Sean yelled as Viggo pressed gently.

“Shhhh. Blow it out, relax.”

“Fuck you! That bloody hurts!”

“It won’t hurt if you relax.” Viggo was starting to laugh as well. He massaged the spot until he felt it give way under his fingers and heard Sean breathe normally. Viggo leaned closer.

“You want gay? How’s this? Us lying here, fire going, old movie on, we can blame it on the alcohol.” He watched Sean smile again, that heartbreaking smile.

“Alright, ” Sean murmured.

“What?” Viggo blinked as Sean turned over to face him.

“Alright. We’ll blame it on the alcohol.” He rested on his elbows and claimed Viggo’s lips.

“Sean, do you really need this complication?” Viggo’s blood was on fire and his dick was responding in kind.

“You brought me here to relax, didn’t you?” Sean’s arms snaked around Viggo’s neck and pulled him close, drowning in the scent of Viggo and the softness of his kisses.

The softness faded as desire and need took over. The movie played on as clothes were shed and they managed to crawl under the feather comforter and the lights in the room were clicked off. Viggo ran his hands over Sean’s body as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He explored his smile, tasted the sweat from his neck, pulled his head back by gripping a handful of blond hair and hearing him gasp. His body felt right molded next to his. He ran a shaking hand down Sean’s side, resting on his hip, his knee nudged his legs open and he felt Sean’s cock harden against his leg. A sharp intake of breath came when Sean gripped his ass tight and rolled him onto his back. The power struggle went on until both men were breathless.

Viggo reached beneath the covers again and slowly started to stroke Sean, all the while watching his face and drinking in the expression of raw need. He smiled slowly when Sean’s hand returned the gesture. They stared at each other, almost in battle, to see who would break first. Then Viggo slapped Sean’s hand away and grabbed both cocks, stroking them together. Sean’s head fell back and his hands gripped the pillows over his head, his moan loud. Viggo saw his chance and moved on top, shifting his hips to continue the friction. He slid down Sean’s body and captured his cock between his lips, sucking hard. His reward was Sean’s yell. Viggo’s tongue danced over the sensitized skin, around the swelling balls; he felt Sean’s hand on the back of his head, his hips moved and Sean slowly fucked Viggo’s mouth.

With a loud pop, Viggo released Sean’s cock and slid back up his body, one hand reaching out to the bedside table and bottle of lube. Wordlessly, he slicked his own cock and slid two fingers towards Sean’s hole. Sean’s eyes grew wide with panic and Viggo felt his entire body tense.

“You want to relax? When we’re done, you will feel truly boneless, ” Viggo growled and slid two fingers deep inside. Sean arched his back, eyes closed tight, then flying wide open, chest heaving with fast breaths. He stared at Viggo.

“Trust me, ” Viggo murmured and kissed him once more before coaxing him to lay face down.

He placed gentle kisses down Sean’s back, his cock sliding over his ass, slick and hot. Sean was gripping the pillows again, every muscle rigid.

Viggo slid his cock toward Sean’s hole, the head teasing the sensitive area.

“Vig... I don’t...” Sean panted.

“You do tonight.” Viggo’s voice was a growl at Sean’s ear.

He drizzled a little more lube over his condom wrapped cock and pressed into Sean, who gave a guttural moan as he felt Viggo’s cock slide deeper and deeper until it seemed it could go no further. He just let it sit there, filling him up completely.

“Oh dear god...” Sean panted, “Please… stop.”

Viggo began to fuck him slowly, agonizing over every inch. He grabbed Sean’s hands and held them down over Sean’s head, fingers interlacing and the pace never slowed or quickened. It was constant and it made Sean see stars. Viggo bent low to kiss Sean’s shoulders, nibble on the back of his neck, making Sean quiver and thereby making Viggo gasp as Sean’s muscles tightened and relaxed. Viggo released Sean’s hands and grabbed his shoulders.

“On your knees, ” was all he said and Sean obliged. Sweaty chest to sweaty back, Viggo reached round with one hand to torment Sean’s nipples while the other stroked his aching cock. Sean was helpless. His hands finally found purchase on Viggo’s ass, shoving in rhythm with his thrusts. His breath became ragged and he felt the sensation build behind his balls and start to rise. Viggo’s fucking became more urgent, not a race to a goal, but what was needed to fulfill the desire. Sean pressed his head to Viggo’s shoulder, lost for words and breath he came hard, his body shuddering, his mind exploding into a million fragments. Viggo’s release followed soon after with the same familiar shudder and teeth buried into Sean’s shoulder.


The glow of the television bathed the room in an eerie flickering gray. The fire sparked and was near embers. Both men lay side by side, panting, sweat cooling on their heated skin. Viggo took a deep breath, taking in Sean’s scent and licking his lips. He sat up on his elbow, looking down at the blond man and was about to reach out to touch his chest, wanting more of him. Sean snored quietly. Viggo smiled and shook his head, refilled his glass, sat up and watched Ronald Coleman return to Shangri-la.


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Harris smirked.

“Your silence speaks volumes.” He grabbed his pack of cigarettes off the coffee table and lit a new one. Then the doorbell rang. Speechless, Sean went and opened the door. Viggo stood shivering with a smile on his face.

“Hey, cold out here.” He stepped inside.

“Kinda chilly in here too, ” Sean muttered. “This may not be the best time.” As he slowly closed the door he had a fleeting thought of walking out.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Harris stepped into the hallway, eyes blazing.

“You bastard.” He raised his fist but Sean stepped in. The punch landed square on his jaw and he stumbled back. Viggo caught him. Harris lunged forward, anger singing in his veins. Viggo let Sean go and stepped up, hands raised in surrender.

“Now, hold on. Nothing we can’t work out here. What exactly is going on?”

“I think you’ve gotten between us enough, ” Harris hissed through gritted teeth and took another swing. Viggo caught his hand and spun him around, pinning his arms to his sides from behind. Harris struggled like a caged animal.

“Let me go, you son of a bitch!” he yelled, long hair flying.
Sean rubbed his aching jaw and watched the two men struggle.

“Harris, calm down, ” Viggo whispered.

“Get off me!” he screamed and kicked until Viggo finally relented. Harris pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked between the two men. “You guys make a nice couple, maybe you should be fucking each other.”

“Harris...” Sean tried to speak but the words got stuck in his throat. He licked the blood from the inside of his mouth.

“We can work this out.” Viggo’s voice was still calm. Harris turned and stalked into the other room in search of his coat.

“I am so out of here, ” he muttered as he shoved his arms into the sleeves.

“No, you’re not, ” Viggo said sternly. Sean stepped in.

“You gonna stop me, Cowboy?”

“Yes, I am. You need to hear this.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not quite.” Viggo stepped up, grabbed Harris by the hair and kissed him hard. Sean’s eyes were huge as he watched the fight start to drain out of his lover. Viggo wrapped his other arm around Harris, not letting go of the kiss. Sean stepped closer, mouth hanging open.

Viggo was breathless when he spoke.

“Now, Sean needed to relax. He does not love me like he loves you.” He pressed his lips to Harris’ again before he could say a word. “Relax.”

Harris gritted his teeth, still seething.

“What? You gonna fuck us both?”

”If I have to.”

“I’ll rip your dick off, you asshole.”

“Harris, you know you want to.” He looked him dead in the eyes.
Harris said nothing. Quickly, Viggo pinned both of Harris’ wrists behind his back and slid his free hand down his jeans.

“Your dick says you want to.” Viggo’s voice was smooth.

“I hate you, you bastard.”

“Good, that will make it more fun.”

He threw Harris onto the couch face down and straddled him before he could move. He peeled off Harris’ jacket and tied his wrists with it behind his back. Sean moved cautiously to the easy chair, unsure of what to do. Harris had not called out for him. He watched Viggo undo Harris’ jeans and slide them down to rest on his ankles, then unbutton his own pants.

Sean sat there, shocked, rubbing his own hardening crotch.
Harris was spitting hair out of mouth as fast as insults. Viggo raised his hand and smacked Harris’ ass hard. He cried out loudly, but again, not a name. He renewed his struggles when he heard the rip of a condom packet.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare!” Harris yelled. “Sean!!! What the fuck!?” But his rock hard cock betrayed him.

Sean blinked and became aware of what was happening.

“Do you want him to stop?” Sean whispered. Harris looked over and watched his lover stroking the front of his pants. Then he felt Viggo’s cooling spit on his asshole. He stayed perfectly still.

“Yes... and no.” Viggo ran his cock along Harris crack. Harris moaned in spite of himself. Sean took out his cock and began to run his fingers along the underside of it.

“Alright then.” Viggo slid deep inside. Harris mouth was as wide as his eyes. After a moment, he let out a groan that shot straight to Sean’s balls. He watched Viggo fuck his lover in the same fashion he had been : slowly and methodically.

“Pull his hair. He likes that.” Sean whispered.

Viggo did as instructed. His other hand reached around and stroked Harris’ cock, after Harris lifted his hips to allow Viggo’s hand the access.

“Oh my fucking god,” Harris breathed, sweat starting to run down his forehead, “Fuck me, you bastard. Like a man, not a fuckin’ pussy.” Harris smirked then yelled as Viggo drove all the way in hard and fast. Sean came with the slightest moan. Viggo stroked Harris harder and fucked with faster strokes as the man came hard, his body sweating and shuddering. Viggo’s back arched as he emptied into Harris, hand still yanking that head of hair.

The room was filled with the sound of panting. Viggo put himself together, finally taking off his coat, and poured them all drinks from the bottle of whiskey he’d brought. Harris struggled and eventually became free and pulled up his pants. Sean cleaned himself up and looked in place once the drinks were passed around. They all downed it in one gulp. Viggo looked between the two men.

“Are you ready to kiss and make up?” he asked . Harris noticed the bruise rising on Sean’s jaw.

“I’m not sorry I hit you. But I was aiming at him.” He jerked a thumb in Viggo’s direction, then leaned forward to refill their glasses.

“But, why be mad at him? He didn’t force me. It’s me you should be mad at.” Sean sipped this one.

Harris nodded and looked at Viggo.

“So, now what? You our new fuck-buddy?” He said it sarcastically and Viggo smiled like Lucifer .

“If you’d like.”

“Sure, that way you can fuck my lover all you want and I can’t get angry about it, right?” He stood, slamming his empty glass on the table. “Nice try, fuck head.” He stalked past and patted Viggo’s cheek. “You want him, he’s yours.” He grabbed his jacket and looked at Sean while he tugged it on. “I really would have thought you would have had a better excuse. You wanna fuck him, be my guest. I need some air.”

He slammed the door as he left.

Sean sat shell-shocked. He finally looked at Viggo. Viggo just smiled like the cat that ate the canary, eyes glued to the front door.

“He’ll be back.”


END?