VigBean: Outside It's Raining (3/3)
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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
Second part can be found here
Viggo sat perfectly still for a moment as he tried to work out whether he’d heard Sean correctly or not.
“What did you say?” He finally managed to ask, his voice little more than a choked whisper.
Sean lowered his eyes and began to fiddle with one of the gold rings he was wearing. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.”
He rose quickly and silently, heading to his bedroom with a terse goodnight to Viggo before closing the door firmly behind him.
Viggo sat on the couch alone, slightly stunned by what had just happened. He thought about knocking on the bedroom door to talk to his friend but decided against it. Mostly because he didn’t have a clue what to say. Sean needed his rest anyway. They could talk in the morning.
Grabbing a blanket from a nearby closet, Viggo settled himself down on the couch and eventually drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Viggo awoke to the sound of the shower running. Sean was obviously already up and about. Viggo sat up and rubbed his eyes, the memory of the previous night hitting him hard. Viggo decided to wait for Sean to come to him. Something last night had obviously upset him and there would be no use talking unless Sean wanted to talk
Viggo heard the bathroom light switch off and a few moments later he heard the bedroom door open.
“Hey,” he greeted when Sean flashed him a small smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Hungry,” Sean replied quietly.
Viggo rose and folded up the blanket he’d slept in. “Sit down, I’ll fix us some food.”
There was the smile again, soft, yet uncertain. Viggo wondered what was going through Sean’s head. Instead he headed into the kitchen to fix them some breakfast. Nothing fancy, some pancakes and some juice. When he went back into the living room Sean was sitting exactly where he’d been when Viggo left.
“Thanks,” he said when Viggo set the plate of pancakes and glass of juice down on the table.
“No problem,” Viggo replied. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yeah.”
They ate in silence which just made Viggo more convinced something was wrong. Usually they would chat about anything and everything during a meal but today Sean could barely bring himself to look at Viggo.
Viggo cleared away the dishes, decided they could wait until later to be washed and went back in to talk to Sean.
“Sean, we’ve been friends for a long time and I can tell when something’s wrong. You used to be able to talk to me about things. I don’t care what it is, please just talk to me.
“It’s nothing, Vig,” Sean said with a transparent lie. “I guess I’m still just tired.”
“Is it because of what happened last night?”
And there was that silence again, deep and oppressive. It almost made Viggo want to get up and go outside just to escape it.
“Nothing happened last night,” Sean finally mumbled, barely sounding like he believed it himself.
Viggo sighed. This was going nowhere. “Fine, you don’t want to talk about it. I get that. I’m gonna go for a walk. I’ll check back on you later.”
Without waiting for a response Viggo stood up and walked outside, his heart tight in his chest.
It was only when he got outside that he wiped the tears from his eyes.
* * *
Four hours had passed when Viggo eventually pulled back into Sean’s driveway. He’d driven into the woods and gone for a walk, hoping to try and work out just what was going on with Sean and to think about his own feelings. Unfortunately he’d come back feeling just as confused as he’d done when he’d left.
The house was in darkness when Viggo stepped out of the car and that worried him, more so when he found the door unlocked.
“Sean?” He called as he stepped into the house. “Are you home?”
He flipped on the lights and was surprised to see that Sean was still sitting on the couch where he’d left him.
“Sean, why are you sitting in the dark?”
“Didn’t think you were going to come back,” Sean replied glumly, ignoring Viggo’s question.
“I said I was going to,” Viggo replied as he took a seat beside Sean on the couch.
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to. Not after I’ve been such a stupid twat.”
“Yeah, but I always knew that about you,” Viggo replied with a smile, hoping to lighten the situation. When Sean didn’t smile back Viggo realised this was serious. “Do you want to talk about it? You know you can tell me anything.”
Sean sighed. “This isn’t easy for me, Vig. I’m not like you. Back in Sheffield blokes don’t talk about their feelings and I’ve got used to not doing it. Hell, that’s probably why my marriages failed.” He ran his fingers through his hair before continuing. “Last night, I made a mistake, I thought you felt something that you obviously don’t. When I asked you…well, you know what I asked you. You looked so shocked and I realised that I might have just chucked away such a great thing because of some stupid bloody crush. I know it won’t be easy but can we maybe go back to the way things were? You’re my best mate and-“
Viggo raised a hand to stop him. “Hold on one second, Sean. Are you saying that you have feelings for me?”
Sean’s eyes widened. “Shit, you didn’t know did you? I thought it was obvious from what I said last night.”
Viggo smiled. “I just thought you wanted company because you were still feeling sick.”
Sean groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Oh, god. I’m such a stupid fucking cunt. I should have just kept my bloody mouth shut.”
By now Viggo was grinning so widely he thought for a moment his face might split. “Sean, you are an idiot. I’ve been wanting to say these things to you for months now but I thought you were straight and not interested. Damn, I’ve been beating myself up for my feelings for you.”
Sean raised his head and looked at Viggo with surprise. “Are you serious?”
Viggo nodded.
Sean’s face was blank for a moment and then he began to laugh. A low chuckle at first and then it grew louder until he was almost clutching his sides. Viggo was startled for a moment and then he began to laugh too. It felt good.
“What a bloody pair we are, acting like a couple of lovesick schoolgirls.”
“I know,” Viggo chuckled, “Orlando tried to tell me you had feelings for me but I thought he was just imagining it.”
Sean shook his head with amusement. “That kid’s more perceptive than he lets on.”
“I wish I’d been as wise as him when I was his age.”
Sean snorted. “God, I can barely remember being his age these days. When did we get so old, Vig?”
“Not old, Sean. Mature. Like a fine wine.”
“Heh. Yeah. Wonder what I taste like.”
Sean looked at Viggo and Viggo looked back at Sean. Viggo could swear he saw Sean’s tongue slip out of his mouth for the smallest of seconds. And now Sean was grinning slyly.
“Sean?”
“Taste me Vig.”
Viggo hardly needed an invitation. He’d been waiting for this for so long. He leaned over and pulled Sean to him, kissing him softly at first, uncertain that this was even really happening. Sean let out a low moan and that was all Viggo needed to hear. He kissed Sean harder, threading his fingers through Sean’s cropped hair, wanting him as close as possible.
“Oh, god,” he whispered, “I’ve wanted this so much.”
“Me too,” Sean replied breathlessly between kisses. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom.”
Viggo pulled back, his eyes bright with desire but at the same time filled with that all too familiar uncertainty. “Are you sure? Maybe we’re taking this too fast?”
“Fast?” Sean replied with a laugh. “We’ve both been waiting too long for this.”
Viggo smiled. “Alright.”
They rose together, hand held as they walked the short distance to the bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them they resumed kissing, working clumsily at each other's clothes in their haste to remove them.
“So beautiful,” Viggo breathed when they were both naked. Sean merely smiled and pulled him over to the bed. As they lay down Sean reached over and pulled a condom and some lube out of his nightstand.
“Looks like you were expecting this, Sean,” Viggo said with twinkling eyes.
“Not expecting, hoping.”
Viggo leaned down and kissed his again. “Do you want me to…”
“No,” Sean replied. “I want to. But, I’ve never…not with a man.”
“It’ll be ok, let me help you.”
Sean lay back, his body trembling as Viggo took the condom from him and carefully rolled it up over Sean’s erection. He then rolled onto his stomach.
“Use the lube first.”
Sean got onto his knees and applied some of the clear substance to his fingers. Viggo gave a small shudder of pleasure as Sean slipped one finger inside him and then another. “Yeah, that’s right.”
He heard Sean move and then he let out a gasp of pleasure as he felt Sean slowly and carefully enter him. “Oh, god, Sean.”
Sean moved in and out of him slowly at first, but as Viggo’s sounds of pleasure increased and he began to buck against him, he increased his motion until Viggo cried out his name. They came within seconds of each other, shuddering and collapsing onto the bed.
They lay there with their arms around each other, their bodies slick with sweat and their breathing laboured.
“Love you,” Viggo whispered, pulling Sean close to him so that his head was resting on his shoulder.
“Love you too,” Sean replied.
They lay there for a minute, just enjoying the feeling of each others bodies as they tried to catch their breath.
“Sean?”
“Yeah, Vig?”
“Who’s going to tell Orlando he was right about us?”
A low chuckle. “I think you should do it.”
“Oh, great.”
“Vig?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m feeling better.”
The End
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
Second part can be found here
Viggo sat perfectly still for a moment as he tried to work out whether he’d heard Sean correctly or not.
“What did you say?” He finally managed to ask, his voice little more than a choked whisper.
Sean lowered his eyes and began to fiddle with one of the gold rings he was wearing. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.”
He rose quickly and silently, heading to his bedroom with a terse goodnight to Viggo before closing the door firmly behind him.
Viggo sat on the couch alone, slightly stunned by what had just happened. He thought about knocking on the bedroom door to talk to his friend but decided against it. Mostly because he didn’t have a clue what to say. Sean needed his rest anyway. They could talk in the morning.
Grabbing a blanket from a nearby closet, Viggo settled himself down on the couch and eventually drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Viggo awoke to the sound of the shower running. Sean was obviously already up and about. Viggo sat up and rubbed his eyes, the memory of the previous night hitting him hard. Viggo decided to wait for Sean to come to him. Something last night had obviously upset him and there would be no use talking unless Sean wanted to talk
Viggo heard the bathroom light switch off and a few moments later he heard the bedroom door open.
“Hey,” he greeted when Sean flashed him a small smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Hungry,” Sean replied quietly.
Viggo rose and folded up the blanket he’d slept in. “Sit down, I’ll fix us some food.”
There was the smile again, soft, yet uncertain. Viggo wondered what was going through Sean’s head. Instead he headed into the kitchen to fix them some breakfast. Nothing fancy, some pancakes and some juice. When he went back into the living room Sean was sitting exactly where he’d been when Viggo left.
“Thanks,” he said when Viggo set the plate of pancakes and glass of juice down on the table.
“No problem,” Viggo replied. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yeah.”
They ate in silence which just made Viggo more convinced something was wrong. Usually they would chat about anything and everything during a meal but today Sean could barely bring himself to look at Viggo.
Viggo cleared away the dishes, decided they could wait until later to be washed and went back in to talk to Sean.
“Sean, we’ve been friends for a long time and I can tell when something’s wrong. You used to be able to talk to me about things. I don’t care what it is, please just talk to me.
“It’s nothing, Vig,” Sean said with a transparent lie. “I guess I’m still just tired.”
“Is it because of what happened last night?”
And there was that silence again, deep and oppressive. It almost made Viggo want to get up and go outside just to escape it.
“Nothing happened last night,” Sean finally mumbled, barely sounding like he believed it himself.
Viggo sighed. This was going nowhere. “Fine, you don’t want to talk about it. I get that. I’m gonna go for a walk. I’ll check back on you later.”
Without waiting for a response Viggo stood up and walked outside, his heart tight in his chest.
It was only when he got outside that he wiped the tears from his eyes.
* * *
Four hours had passed when Viggo eventually pulled back into Sean’s driveway. He’d driven into the woods and gone for a walk, hoping to try and work out just what was going on with Sean and to think about his own feelings. Unfortunately he’d come back feeling just as confused as he’d done when he’d left.
The house was in darkness when Viggo stepped out of the car and that worried him, more so when he found the door unlocked.
“Sean?” He called as he stepped into the house. “Are you home?”
He flipped on the lights and was surprised to see that Sean was still sitting on the couch where he’d left him.
“Sean, why are you sitting in the dark?”
“Didn’t think you were going to come back,” Sean replied glumly, ignoring Viggo’s question.
“I said I was going to,” Viggo replied as he took a seat beside Sean on the couch.
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to. Not after I’ve been such a stupid twat.”
“Yeah, but I always knew that about you,” Viggo replied with a smile, hoping to lighten the situation. When Sean didn’t smile back Viggo realised this was serious. “Do you want to talk about it? You know you can tell me anything.”
Sean sighed. “This isn’t easy for me, Vig. I’m not like you. Back in Sheffield blokes don’t talk about their feelings and I’ve got used to not doing it. Hell, that’s probably why my marriages failed.” He ran his fingers through his hair before continuing. “Last night, I made a mistake, I thought you felt something that you obviously don’t. When I asked you…well, you know what I asked you. You looked so shocked and I realised that I might have just chucked away such a great thing because of some stupid bloody crush. I know it won’t be easy but can we maybe go back to the way things were? You’re my best mate and-“
Viggo raised a hand to stop him. “Hold on one second, Sean. Are you saying that you have feelings for me?”
Sean’s eyes widened. “Shit, you didn’t know did you? I thought it was obvious from what I said last night.”
Viggo smiled. “I just thought you wanted company because you were still feeling sick.”
Sean groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Oh, god. I’m such a stupid fucking cunt. I should have just kept my bloody mouth shut.”
By now Viggo was grinning so widely he thought for a moment his face might split. “Sean, you are an idiot. I’ve been wanting to say these things to you for months now but I thought you were straight and not interested. Damn, I’ve been beating myself up for my feelings for you.”
Sean raised his head and looked at Viggo with surprise. “Are you serious?”
Viggo nodded.
Sean’s face was blank for a moment and then he began to laugh. A low chuckle at first and then it grew louder until he was almost clutching his sides. Viggo was startled for a moment and then he began to laugh too. It felt good.
“What a bloody pair we are, acting like a couple of lovesick schoolgirls.”
“I know,” Viggo chuckled, “Orlando tried to tell me you had feelings for me but I thought he was just imagining it.”
Sean shook his head with amusement. “That kid’s more perceptive than he lets on.”
“I wish I’d been as wise as him when I was his age.”
Sean snorted. “God, I can barely remember being his age these days. When did we get so old, Vig?”
“Not old, Sean. Mature. Like a fine wine.”
“Heh. Yeah. Wonder what I taste like.”
Sean looked at Viggo and Viggo looked back at Sean. Viggo could swear he saw Sean’s tongue slip out of his mouth for the smallest of seconds. And now Sean was grinning slyly.
“Sean?”
“Taste me Vig.”
Viggo hardly needed an invitation. He’d been waiting for this for so long. He leaned over and pulled Sean to him, kissing him softly at first, uncertain that this was even really happening. Sean let out a low moan and that was all Viggo needed to hear. He kissed Sean harder, threading his fingers through Sean’s cropped hair, wanting him as close as possible.
“Oh, god,” he whispered, “I’ve wanted this so much.”
“Me too,” Sean replied breathlessly between kisses. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom.”
Viggo pulled back, his eyes bright with desire but at the same time filled with that all too familiar uncertainty. “Are you sure? Maybe we’re taking this too fast?”
“Fast?” Sean replied with a laugh. “We’ve both been waiting too long for this.”
Viggo smiled. “Alright.”
They rose together, hand held as they walked the short distance to the bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them they resumed kissing, working clumsily at each other's clothes in their haste to remove them.
“So beautiful,” Viggo breathed when they were both naked. Sean merely smiled and pulled him over to the bed. As they lay down Sean reached over and pulled a condom and some lube out of his nightstand.
“Looks like you were expecting this, Sean,” Viggo said with twinkling eyes.
“Not expecting, hoping.”
Viggo leaned down and kissed his again. “Do you want me to…”
“No,” Sean replied. “I want to. But, I’ve never…not with a man.”
“It’ll be ok, let me help you.”
Sean lay back, his body trembling as Viggo took the condom from him and carefully rolled it up over Sean’s erection. He then rolled onto his stomach.
“Use the lube first.”
Sean got onto his knees and applied some of the clear substance to his fingers. Viggo gave a small shudder of pleasure as Sean slipped one finger inside him and then another. “Yeah, that’s right.”
He heard Sean move and then he let out a gasp of pleasure as he felt Sean slowly and carefully enter him. “Oh, god, Sean.”
Sean moved in and out of him slowly at first, but as Viggo’s sounds of pleasure increased and he began to buck against him, he increased his motion until Viggo cried out his name. They came within seconds of each other, shuddering and collapsing onto the bed.
They lay there with their arms around each other, their bodies slick with sweat and their breathing laboured.
“Love you,” Viggo whispered, pulling Sean close to him so that his head was resting on his shoulder.
“Love you too,” Sean replied.
They lay there for a minute, just enjoying the feeling of each others bodies as they tried to catch their breath.
“Sean?”
“Yeah, Vig?”
“Who’s going to tell Orlando he was right about us?”
A low chuckle. “I think you should do it.”
“Oh, great.”
“Vig?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m feeling better.”
The End
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Date: 2006-03-07 06:23 pm (UTC)