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Title: Boys and Their Toys (20/30)
Authors: Alex (rangergirl0301@gmail.com) and Carol (nbula.rising@gmail.com)
Rating: NC17
Characters: Viggo/ Sean B, O/K, Various others
Beta: The wonderful namarie120, whom we would be totally lost without
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction. No harm intended.
Warnings: AU, M/M sex,
A/N: Thank you to dreamerswings42 for the lovely banner and icon
Summary: Sean's into hot men and fast cars. Viggo's in the market for both. When they meet it's electric, but will it last?
By dreamerswings42
Karl rolled slowly off the bed with a groan before taking Orlando’s hand and tugging him towards the bathroom and a hot shower to ease the aches from his body.
Too consumed with his own happiness, Orlando almost failed to notice his boss' surly mood the Monday after the race. However, as the week went on, it was almost impossible to not see the strain that the sudden speed bump in his relationship was causing. Viggo snapped at everyone around him, locked himself in his office for hours at a time, and was just generally making a right pain in the ass of himself. From what Orlando was able to decipher from Karl's swearing fits at the end of each day, Sean was acting the exact same way.
One evening, after a particularly satisfying bout of love-making, the subject finally rolled around to Viggo and Sean, and what the problems seemed to be.
"You know," Karl commented, "I don't recall seeing them in the same place since right after that last race."
Orlando arched his eyebrow and ran a gentle hand down his partner’s chest. “Huh. I think you’re right. Something must have happened that night…” He furrowed his brows. “I don’t see what, though. Both of them were ecstatic when they left.”
"Unless Sean is back to his old habits and Viggo found out."
“Old habits? What kind of old habits?”
"Remember how I was saying awhile back about Sean having a problem with commitment? He used to get tired of his partner and start messing around behind the guy’s back. Used to find the next guy in line by making passes, or more, with new customers."
Orlando’s frown deepened as he looked down at his lover. “I hope he didn’t do that to Viggo. He doesn’t deserve that. He’s a good man. But that would explain it.”
They talked on into the night, agreeing to gently pry into their respective bosses’ business and find out what was going on. If they knew what was wrong, they stood a better chance of getting the two men back together.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Sean was getting drunk. Very, very drunk. So drunk, in fact, that he was pretty sure he now had two wall clocks instead of one. The feelings he was experiencing frustrated him to no end, and he would do anything to get rid of them, even if it meant continuing to drink until the two clocks became ten. Fifteen. Twenty. How ever many it took, he thought, taking another swig of vodka, to get rid of this new development in his life.
Pain over a finished relationship was not something that was familiar to Sean. There was a reason he always ended them before doing so would hurt him, no matter the pain he caused his partner. He was never what anybody needed anyway, so really, wasn’t he just doing all those men a favor by breaking it off? But this time…this time the man had left him. And goddamn, did it piss him off.
Finally, slumped in a chair, mostly empty glass dangling from his hand, he decided that he was going to do something to make himself feel better. Fuck Viggo. Well, maybe that wasn't the best thought because he'd really like to be fucking Viggo. But he wasn't going to keep sitting around waiting for the other man to call. There were plenty of other men out there; he'd just have to find a new one to take Viggo's place.
He smiled and tried to stumble to his feet, only to have the room swim dangerously in front of him. He slipped back down against the smooth leather and sighed. A new man could wait until tomorrow night, when he was feeling more himself and not as nauseated. He’d have someone new tomorrow, and all of this would go away.
As certain as Sean was, Viggo was that much more, except on a different subject. Instead of finding another man for him to fuck around with, Viggo was immersing himself back in a culture that he hadn’t been in for so long. He had been spending those hours locked in his office during the day e-mailing Hugo, pumping the other man for information about racing, contacts, and merchants. His research had paid off, in spades.
Getting off the phone with the last arrangements for his first race written down, Viggo wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a beer and staring out the window at the lights of the city. Two more days and he'd be back on a race track. He'd see how Sean liked having some new competition. He took a swig of his beer and smirked. His car was all ready, modifications made and completed. It was a beauty, too; something the other drivers would be pretty jealous of. Not that he cared about most of them. No, he only cared about making that selfish bastard eat his dust.
The next morning, Sean wasn't feeling too well. He sat in his office nursing coffee and eating aspirin most of the day, while growling at anyone stupid enough to disturb him.
By Thursday he was back in the garage, watching and supervising the mechanics who were getting his car ready for the race on Saturday. That is, until a particularly good looking man came in looking for a new car.
Sean arched an eyebrow and looked the new customer over appraisingly. His dark hair was stylishly cut, and his eyes held a calculating look to them that just shouted “serious buyer.” Perhaps, Sean thought as he straightened his tie, for more than just a car.
“That’s an all right model, to be sure, but for a man like yourself…I’d lean more towards that one,” Sean smiled as he slid up to the other man, deliberately pushing the new buyer’s attention to a more expensive sports car.
"What makes you think I'm in the market for a car like that?"
Sean smiled quietly and licked his lips. “I can tell by the way you dress, by the way you walk, and by that hungry look in your eyes.”
Christian quirked an eyebrow at the salesman, not sure where this was going, but willing to play along for a bit and see.
"Christian," he said, extending his hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Chris, I'm Sean," he answered, taking the other man’s hand in a firm grip.
"Actually, it's Christian. So, Sean, let's take a look at this car you seem to think I need."
Sean grinned and led Christian, not Chris, over to the car. “This is the jewel of our collection right now, Christian.”
Walking around the deep blue Pontiac Solstice, Christian nodded.
"Okay, so let's take her for a spin and see what she feels like on the road."
Sean handed the other man the keys he had grabbed as he left his office, and then slid into the passenger side, not noticing that Karl had followed the whole exchange with a slight frown. If Sean had messed around behind Viggo’s back, then why was his boss after some new ass so soon? Sean might have been a flake, but he wasn’t that much of a flake. Was he?
~TBC~
Authors: Alex (rangergirl0301@gmail.com) and Carol (nbula.rising@gmail.com)
Rating: NC17
Characters: Viggo/ Sean B, O/K, Various others
Beta: The wonderful namarie120, whom we would be totally lost without
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction. No harm intended.
Warnings: AU, M/M sex,
A/N: Thank you to dreamerswings42 for the lovely banner and icon
Summary: Sean's into hot men and fast cars. Viggo's in the market for both. When they meet it's electric, but will it last?
By dreamerswings42
Karl rolled slowly off the bed with a groan before taking Orlando’s hand and tugging him towards the bathroom and a hot shower to ease the aches from his body.
Too consumed with his own happiness, Orlando almost failed to notice his boss' surly mood the Monday after the race. However, as the week went on, it was almost impossible to not see the strain that the sudden speed bump in his relationship was causing. Viggo snapped at everyone around him, locked himself in his office for hours at a time, and was just generally making a right pain in the ass of himself. From what Orlando was able to decipher from Karl's swearing fits at the end of each day, Sean was acting the exact same way.
One evening, after a particularly satisfying bout of love-making, the subject finally rolled around to Viggo and Sean, and what the problems seemed to be.
"You know," Karl commented, "I don't recall seeing them in the same place since right after that last race."
Orlando arched his eyebrow and ran a gentle hand down his partner’s chest. “Huh. I think you’re right. Something must have happened that night…” He furrowed his brows. “I don’t see what, though. Both of them were ecstatic when they left.”
"Unless Sean is back to his old habits and Viggo found out."
“Old habits? What kind of old habits?”
"Remember how I was saying awhile back about Sean having a problem with commitment? He used to get tired of his partner and start messing around behind the guy’s back. Used to find the next guy in line by making passes, or more, with new customers."
Orlando’s frown deepened as he looked down at his lover. “I hope he didn’t do that to Viggo. He doesn’t deserve that. He’s a good man. But that would explain it.”
They talked on into the night, agreeing to gently pry into their respective bosses’ business and find out what was going on. If they knew what was wrong, they stood a better chance of getting the two men back together.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Sean was getting drunk. Very, very drunk. So drunk, in fact, that he was pretty sure he now had two wall clocks instead of one. The feelings he was experiencing frustrated him to no end, and he would do anything to get rid of them, even if it meant continuing to drink until the two clocks became ten. Fifteen. Twenty. How ever many it took, he thought, taking another swig of vodka, to get rid of this new development in his life.
Pain over a finished relationship was not something that was familiar to Sean. There was a reason he always ended them before doing so would hurt him, no matter the pain he caused his partner. He was never what anybody needed anyway, so really, wasn’t he just doing all those men a favor by breaking it off? But this time…this time the man had left him. And goddamn, did it piss him off.
Finally, slumped in a chair, mostly empty glass dangling from his hand, he decided that he was going to do something to make himself feel better. Fuck Viggo. Well, maybe that wasn't the best thought because he'd really like to be fucking Viggo. But he wasn't going to keep sitting around waiting for the other man to call. There were plenty of other men out there; he'd just have to find a new one to take Viggo's place.
He smiled and tried to stumble to his feet, only to have the room swim dangerously in front of him. He slipped back down against the smooth leather and sighed. A new man could wait until tomorrow night, when he was feeling more himself and not as nauseated. He’d have someone new tomorrow, and all of this would go away.
As certain as Sean was, Viggo was that much more, except on a different subject. Instead of finding another man for him to fuck around with, Viggo was immersing himself back in a culture that he hadn’t been in for so long. He had been spending those hours locked in his office during the day e-mailing Hugo, pumping the other man for information about racing, contacts, and merchants. His research had paid off, in spades.
Getting off the phone with the last arrangements for his first race written down, Viggo wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a beer and staring out the window at the lights of the city. Two more days and he'd be back on a race track. He'd see how Sean liked having some new competition. He took a swig of his beer and smirked. His car was all ready, modifications made and completed. It was a beauty, too; something the other drivers would be pretty jealous of. Not that he cared about most of them. No, he only cared about making that selfish bastard eat his dust.
The next morning, Sean wasn't feeling too well. He sat in his office nursing coffee and eating aspirin most of the day, while growling at anyone stupid enough to disturb him.
By Thursday he was back in the garage, watching and supervising the mechanics who were getting his car ready for the race on Saturday. That is, until a particularly good looking man came in looking for a new car.
Sean arched an eyebrow and looked the new customer over appraisingly. His dark hair was stylishly cut, and his eyes held a calculating look to them that just shouted “serious buyer.” Perhaps, Sean thought as he straightened his tie, for more than just a car.
“That’s an all right model, to be sure, but for a man like yourself…I’d lean more towards that one,” Sean smiled as he slid up to the other man, deliberately pushing the new buyer’s attention to a more expensive sports car.
"What makes you think I'm in the market for a car like that?"
Sean smiled quietly and licked his lips. “I can tell by the way you dress, by the way you walk, and by that hungry look in your eyes.”
Christian quirked an eyebrow at the salesman, not sure where this was going, but willing to play along for a bit and see.
"Christian," he said, extending his hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Chris, I'm Sean," he answered, taking the other man’s hand in a firm grip.
"Actually, it's Christian. So, Sean, let's take a look at this car you seem to think I need."
Sean grinned and led Christian, not Chris, over to the car. “This is the jewel of our collection right now, Christian.”
Walking around the deep blue Pontiac Solstice, Christian nodded.
"Okay, so let's take her for a spin and see what she feels like on the road."
Sean handed the other man the keys he had grabbed as he left his office, and then slid into the passenger side, not noticing that Karl had followed the whole exchange with a slight frown. If Sean had messed around behind Viggo’s back, then why was his boss after some new ass so soon? Sean might have been a flake, but he wasn’t that much of a flake. Was he?
~TBC~