VigBean: Outside It's Raining (2/3)
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fandomcornerTitle: Outside It’s Raining
Pairing: VigBean
Summary: Bad weather is not Sean’s friend
Rating: PG-13 for now but NC-17 to come later (and that's a promise)
Archive: Rugbytackling, Green Opals
Dedications. A HUGE thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muck_a_luck for the beta
First part can be found here
Title: Outside It’s Raining (2/?)
Viggo woke with an all too warm body nestled in his arms. He lay there for a moment, his eyes still closed while his brain replayed the events of the last 24 hours. After Sean’s delirium the night before Viggo had convinced himself that it wasn’t safe to leave Sean on his own with a fever so high. He’d sat by Sean’s side until tiredness had overcome him and then he’d got back into bed with his friend. Just to keep him warm of course. Now here he was with the man he desired in his arms and there wasn’t a thing he could do, despite the throbbing erection he could feel straining in his boxers.
“Vig?”
Viggo opened his eyes, but he wasn't prepared for the green eyes that were looking at him, nor the scratchy but all too lucid voice that spoke his name when he opened his eyes.
“Sean. How are you feeling?” He hoped to God that Sean didn’t pick up on the tremor in his voice. How the hell was he going to get himself out of this rather awkward situation?
“Feel like shit, but better than I was yesterday.”
“Well, that’s good.”
“Yeah.”
The atmosphere was getting tenser with every moment, or at least that’s how it felt to Viggo. Sean didn’t seem particularly surprised to find his best friend in his bed, but if Viggo didn’t move soon he was going to do something he’d probably regret.
“Are you hungry? I can fix us some breakfast.”
He rolled out of bed before Sean had time to answer, straightening his clothing and keeping his back to Sean as he tried to will his arousal away.
“Vig, look at me a sec.”
Viggo closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then turned back to face the bed.
“I don’t remember much of what happened yesterday but I know you looked after me. Thank you.”
And there was that smile. That dazzling, beautiful smile that made Viggo’s whole body tremble. It took all his strength of will just to stay on his feet and not jump back into bed.
“You’re welcome. So, do you want some breakfast?”
“I think I need a shower first. My nose may be all blocked and stuffy but even I can tell I whiff a bit.”
Viggo smiled. “Can’t say I noticed but go ahead. If you’re hungry when you get out then I’ll fix you something but the doctor said you need plenty of rest.”
Sean nodded. “Yeah, I still feel pretty knackered.”
He rolled out of bed slowly and tested his legs before standing upright. “God, my legs feel like jelly.”
Viggo swallowed hard. “You gonna be able to manage in the shower ok?”
“I think so. If you hear a loud crash then you’ll know I was wrong.”
Viggo bit his lip. The idea of Sean falling and hurting himself further made his stomach twist. “I’ll stay in here and put some fresh sheets on the bed. If you need anything just shout.”
“Ok. Thanks Vig.”
Viggo quickly stripped the bedding, not thinking about how they smelled of Sean and certainly not thinking about how Sean was naked and wet in the room next door.
“Get a grip, Mortensen,” he muttered to himself as he took some fresh sheets from the cupboard and quickly made the bed. He heard the shower stopped and guessed that Sean must have managed ok without needing any help
Pity.
Viggo rolled his eyes at the voice in his head and went to put the dirty sheets into the washer. He heard the door to the bathroom open and he walked back to the bedroom and stood outside the door, the sight of Sean naked was more than his brain could take right now.
“Sean? You want something to eat?”
No response.
Viggo knocked lightly on the door and called Sean’s name again.
Still no response.
Viggo sighed, closed his eyes and pushed the door open, bracing himself for what he might see on the other side. He opened his eyes slowly and his scrunched up features melted into a gentle smile. Sean had apparently had decided he was too tired for food and had crawled back into bed, his towel discarded casually on the floor. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully so Viggo retreated quietly and closed the door behind him.
“Food for one it is then.”
He was only halfway to the kitchen when a knock at the door stopped him in his tracks. He hurried to answer it, not wanting the noise to wake Sean.
As he opened the door he found three hobbits and an elf all crowded on Sean’s porch.
“How’s Sean doing?”
“Is he ok?”
“Can we see him?”
“Got any food?”
The last question came from Billy and he received glares from everyone else.
“What?” He asked sheepishly. “I’m hungry.”
Viggo couldn’t help but smile. The younger members of the cast always managed to cheer him up and since Sean was likely going to sleep for the rest of the day he could use some company
“Sean’s asleep, but I was just about to cook if you’re hungry.”
The others all nodded happily and bustled inside. As Viggo made his way into the kitchen he was followed by Orlando while the rest of them made themselves comfortable and switched on the tv.
“How you doing?” Orlando asked, closing the kitchen door as Viggo started to prepare lunch
“Me? I’m not the one who got sick.”
Orlando smiled. It was a knowing smile that made Viggo’s stomach clench. “I meant it must be hard for you spending so much time alone with Sean. Having to look after him, having him all weak and helpless.”
“Jesus Orlando he’s only got the flu, not some life threatening illness.” Viggo wasn’t in the mood for this. Orlando clearly thought knew something, and was enjoying the fact. Viggo wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of confirming what he clearly suspected.
“Do you want pasta or curry?” Maybe changing the subject would work.
“Does Sean know you’re in love with him?”
Maybe not.
Viggo ground the ball of his hand into his forehead and sighed. Why did this keep happening to him? He did not want to have this conversation, especially not with Orlando. The kid had a good heart but tact was not his middle name.
“Orlando, what are you talking about?”
“Come on, Vig, it’s me. We’re friends. You can talk to me. I’ve seen the way you look at Sean. Does he know you’re in love with him?”
Viggo looked at Orlando. He was practically hopping up and down on the spot, desperate to impart some Orli Wisdom to his friend. Viggo sighed, there just wasn’t going to be any way of getting out of this
“No, he doesn’t know.”
Orlando pumped a fist in the air. “Hah, I knew it. I told the others but-“
“You told the others?” Viggo hissed, the urge to strangle Orlando rapidly rising.
“Yeah, but they told me I was talking bollocks,” Orlando dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Shit Vig, how long have you felt like this about him?”
“A while. I don’t know. We’ve been spending so much time together I don’t really know when it happened.”
“You have to tell him how you feel, yeah?”
“I don’t think so.”
Viggo turned his back to Orlando and started chopping up the vegetables that would be needed for lunch.
“Why not?”
Orlando was persistent, Viggo had to give him that. He set down the knife and turned back to face the younger man.
“Because,” he said in a manner that a parent uses to a nagging child, “you know as well as I do that Sean is the straightest man in this cast. I’m not going to ruin the friendship I have with him because I’ve started thinking with my dick.”
Orlando rolled his eyes. “You know Vig, for one of the more intelligent members of our fellowship you can be an idiot sometimes.”
Viggo raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Look, I might not spend as much time with Sean as you do but I’ve seen him looking at you. When he thinks no one’s watching of course.”
Viggo resumed chopping the vegetables, not even daring to dream that Orlando might be right. “You’re imagining things.”
“He’s embarrassed to admit it Vig but he likes you. A lot. The same way you like him.”
Viggo didn’t turn around this time. “Orlando, if you don’t get out of my kitchen right now I’ll be serving you for lunch, ok?”
“Fine, fine, if you don’t want to believe me it’s your loss.”
And with that Orlando headed back to join the hobbits in the living room.
Viggo finished preparing lunch in silence. Orlando had to be mistaken surely, but what if he wasn’t? How the hell was Viggo supposed to find out without risking his friendship with Sean? There was no easy answer and Viggo certainly wasn’t going to find it moping in his kitchen, especially when he had hungry hobbits and an elf to feed. Plenty of time for thinking later.
* * *
“Mm, that was great.” Dom groaned, giving his stomach a hearty slap. “I don’t think I could eat another bite”
“First time for everything I suppose.”
Everyone’s heads whipped around at the sound of a new voice. Sean was leaning against the doorway, robe pulled tightly around himself and a blanket over his shoulders.
“Sean!” Orlando was the first to move, leaping from his seat by Viggo on the couch with a speed that startled the rest of the group. “Man, you look like shit. Come and sit!” Orlando gave Viggo a smug look as he offered his to Sean.
“Only came out for a drink of water. Didn’t realise we had company.”
“I’ll get your drink, don’t worry about it. You just sit down.”
Sean was then practically dragged into the living room and pushed onto the sofa next to Viggo. Viggo audibly groaned as Orlando bounded into the kitchen to get Sean’s drink. This was going to be bad, he could tell.
“You ok?” Sean asked when he heard Viggo groan.
“What? Oh, yeah. Just a bit of indigestion.”
“Always said your cooking was no good for anyone.” Sean said with a chuckle as he rested his head on Viggo’s shoulder. “God, I’m still knackered.”
Orlando came back out of the kitchen with Sean’s water and shot Viggo a pointed ‘I told you so' look
Viggo sighed and then cursed inwardly as the movement of his shoulders caused Sean to raise his head.
“Here’s your drink Sean.” Orlando said with a large grin as he handed over the glass.
“Cheers.”
Sean spent the next few minutes answering questions about his health before Elijah decided they should leave him to rest. Orlando seemed disappointed but was steered out of the door by the hobbits. A few moments later and the house was silent once more.
“Orlando was being a bit weird, don’t you think?” Sean asked once he and Viggo were alone.
“No more than usual,” Viggo replied. “You know how hyper he gets.”
“Yeah.”
Sean sighed and let his head rest on Viggo’s shoulder again. “I’m bloody tired of lying around like this Vig.”
“You’re sick, Sean. You can hardly to expect to be out running a marathon.”
“Yeah, well it was stupid of me to get ill then.”
Viggo resisted the urge to laugh. Sean was acting like his young son. Getting ill always made him grumpy and Viggo had quickly learned way to combat this.
“Want to watch a movie, Sean. Anything you like.”
“No.”
Well, so much for that plan. Damn, it usually worked with Henry.
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“Dunno. Something.”
Ok, if it was possible Sean was actually worse than his son.
“Want some music? Or I could read to you if you want?”
Sean lifted his head at that. “Could you sing to me?”
Viggo was surprised at the request. Sean had never been particularly interested in Viggo’s music before, but if it would put Sean in a better mood then he’d do anything.
“What do you want me to sing?”
“Anything. You choose.”
Viggo racked his brains and then without thinking about it he began to sing
O take me in your arms, love
For keen doth the wind blow
O take me in your arms, love
For bitter is my deep woe.
She hears me not, she heeds me not
Nor will she listen to me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
My love hath wealth and beauty
Rich suitors attend her door
My love hath wealth and beauty
She slights me because I am poor.
The ribbon fair that bound her hair
Is all that is left to me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
I once had gold and silver
I thought them without end
I once had gold and silver
I thought I had a true friend.
My wealth is lost, my friend is false
My love hath he stolen from me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
The song came to an end and Viggo realised that Sean was being remarkably quiet. He looked down and saw his friend was now curled up asleep on the sofa. Viggo smiled. Sean looked so peaceful lying there, his face totally relaxed and with a small smile curled on his lips. Viggo couldn’t help himself,himself; he reached down and stroked Sean’s hair. He didn’t know what had made him do it. It had started off as a soothing gesture for his friend but now that he’d started he wasn’t sure he could stop.
“Vig?” Sean’s voice was small, and slightly muffled as he spoke into Viggo’s leg.
“Yeah?”
“That was beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“I think I’m gonna go back to bed now.”
“Ok.”
“Will….will you come with me?”
Part 3
Pairing: VigBean
Summary: Bad weather is not Sean’s friend
Rating: PG-13 for now but NC-17 to come later (and that's a promise)
Archive: Rugbytackling, Green Opals
Dedications. A HUGE thank you to
muck_a_luck for the betaFirst part can be found here
Title: Outside It’s Raining (2/?)
Viggo woke with an all too warm body nestled in his arms. He lay there for a moment, his eyes still closed while his brain replayed the events of the last 24 hours. After Sean’s delirium the night before Viggo had convinced himself that it wasn’t safe to leave Sean on his own with a fever so high. He’d sat by Sean’s side until tiredness had overcome him and then he’d got back into bed with his friend. Just to keep him warm of course. Now here he was with the man he desired in his arms and there wasn’t a thing he could do, despite the throbbing erection he could feel straining in his boxers.
“Vig?”
Viggo opened his eyes, but he wasn't prepared for the green eyes that were looking at him, nor the scratchy but all too lucid voice that spoke his name when he opened his eyes.
“Sean. How are you feeling?” He hoped to God that Sean didn’t pick up on the tremor in his voice. How the hell was he going to get himself out of this rather awkward situation?
“Feel like shit, but better than I was yesterday.”
“Well, that’s good.”
“Yeah.”
The atmosphere was getting tenser with every moment, or at least that’s how it felt to Viggo. Sean didn’t seem particularly surprised to find his best friend in his bed, but if Viggo didn’t move soon he was going to do something he’d probably regret.
“Are you hungry? I can fix us some breakfast.”
He rolled out of bed before Sean had time to answer, straightening his clothing and keeping his back to Sean as he tried to will his arousal away.
“Vig, look at me a sec.”
Viggo closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then turned back to face the bed.
“I don’t remember much of what happened yesterday but I know you looked after me. Thank you.”
And there was that smile. That dazzling, beautiful smile that made Viggo’s whole body tremble. It took all his strength of will just to stay on his feet and not jump back into bed.
“You’re welcome. So, do you want some breakfast?”
“I think I need a shower first. My nose may be all blocked and stuffy but even I can tell I whiff a bit.”
Viggo smiled. “Can’t say I noticed but go ahead. If you’re hungry when you get out then I’ll fix you something but the doctor said you need plenty of rest.”
Sean nodded. “Yeah, I still feel pretty knackered.”
He rolled out of bed slowly and tested his legs before standing upright. “God, my legs feel like jelly.”
Viggo swallowed hard. “You gonna be able to manage in the shower ok?”
“I think so. If you hear a loud crash then you’ll know I was wrong.”
Viggo bit his lip. The idea of Sean falling and hurting himself further made his stomach twist. “I’ll stay in here and put some fresh sheets on the bed. If you need anything just shout.”
“Ok. Thanks Vig.”
Viggo quickly stripped the bedding, not thinking about how they smelled of Sean and certainly not thinking about how Sean was naked and wet in the room next door.
“Get a grip, Mortensen,” he muttered to himself as he took some fresh sheets from the cupboard and quickly made the bed. He heard the shower stopped and guessed that Sean must have managed ok without needing any help
Pity.
Viggo rolled his eyes at the voice in his head and went to put the dirty sheets into the washer. He heard the door to the bathroom open and he walked back to the bedroom and stood outside the door, the sight of Sean naked was more than his brain could take right now.
“Sean? You want something to eat?”
No response.
Viggo knocked lightly on the door and called Sean’s name again.
Still no response.
Viggo sighed, closed his eyes and pushed the door open, bracing himself for what he might see on the other side. He opened his eyes slowly and his scrunched up features melted into a gentle smile. Sean had apparently had decided he was too tired for food and had crawled back into bed, his towel discarded casually on the floor. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully so Viggo retreated quietly and closed the door behind him.
“Food for one it is then.”
He was only halfway to the kitchen when a knock at the door stopped him in his tracks. He hurried to answer it, not wanting the noise to wake Sean.
As he opened the door he found three hobbits and an elf all crowded on Sean’s porch.
“How’s Sean doing?”
“Is he ok?”
“Can we see him?”
“Got any food?”
The last question came from Billy and he received glares from everyone else.
“What?” He asked sheepishly. “I’m hungry.”
Viggo couldn’t help but smile. The younger members of the cast always managed to cheer him up and since Sean was likely going to sleep for the rest of the day he could use some company
“Sean’s asleep, but I was just about to cook if you’re hungry.”
The others all nodded happily and bustled inside. As Viggo made his way into the kitchen he was followed by Orlando while the rest of them made themselves comfortable and switched on the tv.
“How you doing?” Orlando asked, closing the kitchen door as Viggo started to prepare lunch
“Me? I’m not the one who got sick.”
Orlando smiled. It was a knowing smile that made Viggo’s stomach clench. “I meant it must be hard for you spending so much time alone with Sean. Having to look after him, having him all weak and helpless.”
“Jesus Orlando he’s only got the flu, not some life threatening illness.” Viggo wasn’t in the mood for this. Orlando clearly thought knew something, and was enjoying the fact. Viggo wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of confirming what he clearly suspected.
“Do you want pasta or curry?” Maybe changing the subject would work.
“Does Sean know you’re in love with him?”
Maybe not.
Viggo ground the ball of his hand into his forehead and sighed. Why did this keep happening to him? He did not want to have this conversation, especially not with Orlando. The kid had a good heart but tact was not his middle name.
“Orlando, what are you talking about?”
“Come on, Vig, it’s me. We’re friends. You can talk to me. I’ve seen the way you look at Sean. Does he know you’re in love with him?”
Viggo looked at Orlando. He was practically hopping up and down on the spot, desperate to impart some Orli Wisdom to his friend. Viggo sighed, there just wasn’t going to be any way of getting out of this
“No, he doesn’t know.”
Orlando pumped a fist in the air. “Hah, I knew it. I told the others but-“
“You told the others?” Viggo hissed, the urge to strangle Orlando rapidly rising.
“Yeah, but they told me I was talking bollocks,” Orlando dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Shit Vig, how long have you felt like this about him?”
“A while. I don’t know. We’ve been spending so much time together I don’t really know when it happened.”
“You have to tell him how you feel, yeah?”
“I don’t think so.”
Viggo turned his back to Orlando and started chopping up the vegetables that would be needed for lunch.
“Why not?”
Orlando was persistent, Viggo had to give him that. He set down the knife and turned back to face the younger man.
“Because,” he said in a manner that a parent uses to a nagging child, “you know as well as I do that Sean is the straightest man in this cast. I’m not going to ruin the friendship I have with him because I’ve started thinking with my dick.”
Orlando rolled his eyes. “You know Vig, for one of the more intelligent members of our fellowship you can be an idiot sometimes.”
Viggo raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Look, I might not spend as much time with Sean as you do but I’ve seen him looking at you. When he thinks no one’s watching of course.”
Viggo resumed chopping the vegetables, not even daring to dream that Orlando might be right. “You’re imagining things.”
“He’s embarrassed to admit it Vig but he likes you. A lot. The same way you like him.”
Viggo didn’t turn around this time. “Orlando, if you don’t get out of my kitchen right now I’ll be serving you for lunch, ok?”
“Fine, fine, if you don’t want to believe me it’s your loss.”
And with that Orlando headed back to join the hobbits in the living room.
Viggo finished preparing lunch in silence. Orlando had to be mistaken surely, but what if he wasn’t? How the hell was Viggo supposed to find out without risking his friendship with Sean? There was no easy answer and Viggo certainly wasn’t going to find it moping in his kitchen, especially when he had hungry hobbits and an elf to feed. Plenty of time for thinking later.
* * *
“Mm, that was great.” Dom groaned, giving his stomach a hearty slap. “I don’t think I could eat another bite”
“First time for everything I suppose.”
Everyone’s heads whipped around at the sound of a new voice. Sean was leaning against the doorway, robe pulled tightly around himself and a blanket over his shoulders.
“Sean!” Orlando was the first to move, leaping from his seat by Viggo on the couch with a speed that startled the rest of the group. “Man, you look like shit. Come and sit!” Orlando gave Viggo a smug look as he offered his to Sean.
“Only came out for a drink of water. Didn’t realise we had company.”
“I’ll get your drink, don’t worry about it. You just sit down.”
Sean was then practically dragged into the living room and pushed onto the sofa next to Viggo. Viggo audibly groaned as Orlando bounded into the kitchen to get Sean’s drink. This was going to be bad, he could tell.
“You ok?” Sean asked when he heard Viggo groan.
“What? Oh, yeah. Just a bit of indigestion.”
“Always said your cooking was no good for anyone.” Sean said with a chuckle as he rested his head on Viggo’s shoulder. “God, I’m still knackered.”
Orlando came back out of the kitchen with Sean’s water and shot Viggo a pointed ‘I told you so' look
Viggo sighed and then cursed inwardly as the movement of his shoulders caused Sean to raise his head.
“Here’s your drink Sean.” Orlando said with a large grin as he handed over the glass.
“Cheers.”
Sean spent the next few minutes answering questions about his health before Elijah decided they should leave him to rest. Orlando seemed disappointed but was steered out of the door by the hobbits. A few moments later and the house was silent once more.
“Orlando was being a bit weird, don’t you think?” Sean asked once he and Viggo were alone.
“No more than usual,” Viggo replied. “You know how hyper he gets.”
“Yeah.”
Sean sighed and let his head rest on Viggo’s shoulder again. “I’m bloody tired of lying around like this Vig.”
“You’re sick, Sean. You can hardly to expect to be out running a marathon.”
“Yeah, well it was stupid of me to get ill then.”
Viggo resisted the urge to laugh. Sean was acting like his young son. Getting ill always made him grumpy and Viggo had quickly learned way to combat this.
“Want to watch a movie, Sean. Anything you like.”
“No.”
Well, so much for that plan. Damn, it usually worked with Henry.
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“Dunno. Something.”
Ok, if it was possible Sean was actually worse than his son.
“Want some music? Or I could read to you if you want?”
Sean lifted his head at that. “Could you sing to me?”
Viggo was surprised at the request. Sean had never been particularly interested in Viggo’s music before, but if it would put Sean in a better mood then he’d do anything.
“What do you want me to sing?”
“Anything. You choose.”
Viggo racked his brains and then without thinking about it he began to sing
O take me in your arms, love
For keen doth the wind blow
O take me in your arms, love
For bitter is my deep woe.
She hears me not, she heeds me not
Nor will she listen to me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
My love hath wealth and beauty
Rich suitors attend her door
My love hath wealth and beauty
She slights me because I am poor.
The ribbon fair that bound her hair
Is all that is left to me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
I once had gold and silver
I thought them without end
I once had gold and silver
I thought I had a true friend.
My wealth is lost, my friend is false
My love hath he stolen from me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
The song came to an end and Viggo realised that Sean was being remarkably quiet. He looked down and saw his friend was now curled up asleep on the sofa. Viggo smiled. Sean looked so peaceful lying there, his face totally relaxed and with a small smile curled on his lips. Viggo couldn’t help himself,himself; he reached down and stroked Sean’s hair. He didn’t know what had made him do it. It had started off as a soothing gesture for his friend but now that he’d started he wasn’t sure he could stop.
“Vig?” Sean’s voice was small, and slightly muffled as he spoke into Viggo’s leg.
“Yeah?”
“That was beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“I think I’m gonna go back to bed now.”
“Ok.”
“Will….will you come with me?”
Part 3
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