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Title: Boys and Their Toys (25/30)
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
“Orlando! Oh Jesus, Orlando!”
Karl ran the last few feet to the car, bending down to peer inside and check to see if Orlando was still alive. The car sat on its top, the body a twisted mess. Karl was certain that he was going to find his lover at the least unconscious. He reached out and gently touched Orlando’s wounded face; the unresponsive younger man had a gash across his forehead from the crash, but he looked otherwise okay. Not that Karl would really trust his own limited knowledge of injuries.
He slowly backed away, just enough to let the emergency crews by to work at getting Orlando out of the wreck. Reaching inside the car, they first snapped a brace around Orlando's neck, then started working at getting the car righted and the seat belts removed.
Karl hovered in the background, worry written across his face. He twisted his hands behind his back, needing to do something, anything with them to keep himself from rushing to the car again. It seemed to take hours for Orlando to be freed, but finally he was, inch by excruciating inch. He was lowered carefully onto a stretcher and Karl jogged the short distance, determined to stick with him. Uncaring who saw, he gently took his lover’s hand, swallowing around the large lump in his throat.
Orlando opened his eyes, the smudges of blood from the cut on his face still heavy, even after the quick bandage job the medics had done. Seeing Karl there, he smiled as best he could.
As they loaded him into the ambulance, Karl crawled in with him, ignoring that he was leaving his car sitting on the side of the track. He knew that his pit crew would take care of everything.
“I’m here, baby,” he murmured softly, stroking the hand within his own gently with the pads of his fingers. “I’m here.”
Orlando seemed to nod his head before his eyes closed. Karl closed his own eyes briefly and kissed his lover’s hand softly.
Once the ambulance pulled away from the track, Karl’s pit crew moved forward, sliding into the abandoned car and getting it back to the racer’s trailer, while workers did their job, cleaning up the track and clearing it of any debris.
As Sean sat back down, Christian turned to him.
"I saw it wasn't your friend, but was it anyone you knew?"
Sean looked at him for a moment, the word ‘friend’ not lost on him, or the tone it was said in.
"It was Orlando. Nice kid, works for my 'friend'. His 'friend' Karl that went with him works for me."
"So it's all one big happy, friendly family, is it?"
“What’s your point, Chris?”
“Nothing, just trying to see where I fit into this intriguing world.”
"Listen, let's not get into anything here. Let's make nice and when the race is over, we can go home and fuck like rabbits."
Christian wasn’t an idiot; a fool, maybe, but not an idiot. He knew exactly what Sean was doing, and a part of him hated himself for letting it slide. But another part of him knew, at least for the moment, that Sean was not someone Christian wanted in a serious relationship. The man had too many issues, and almost all of them were apparently laid out on the track before them. Christian nodded, letting the issue drop for now, as the sound of the cars speeding up, coming back around for the green light filled the air.
The crash had rattled Viggo, and his young employee was just on the edges of his consciousness. He hoped dearly that the boy would be all right, and he almost felt barbaric, continuing the race while Orlando was brought to the hospital. But his crew had told him that Urban had dropped out of the race and gone with him, so Viggo knew that there was nothing else he could have done anyway. Viggo would have done the same thing at one time if it had been Sean in that car.
Viggo laid on the gas again, feeling the car responding beautifully beneath him. He smiled to himself and stroked the steering wheel with his fingers before gripping it again to go into a turn. He couldn’t believe he had ever forgotten what this was like!
Viggo put everything else out of his mind, working his way through traffic, watching as first one, then another car was passed. When he took the checkered flag, finishing in third, he felt like yelling at the top of his lungs.
In the stands, Christian watched as Sean got more and more animated with each lap, not surprised when he leaped to his feet with the rest of the crowd as the race ended. Christian had enjoyed the race, but as any outsider takes in anything, with a kind of amusement at those around him mixed with a slight admiration for those in front of him. But Sean… Christian couldn’t help but laugh as Sean practically beat up the man next to them before racing down the bleachers, leaving Christian in the dust.
“He’s a good racer, that Bean. Loves the sport as a whole.”
“Yes, he does seem to, doesn’t he? He dragged me here today, and I can’t say I’m sorry. Had a fun enough time just watching him.”
The other man smiled and stuck out his hand. “I’m Eric. Eric Bana. Been a fan of racing for years, but never quite had the resources to race myself.”
“Christian Bale. Good to meet you. Maybe you could help me learn some of the ropes so I actually know what Sean’s saying when he talks.”
"Be happy to, Christian. Come on, let's head down to the pits. Sean will be chatting with everyone and will forget you're even here for awhile."
As the two tall, dark and very handsome men walked into the pits and looked around, they found Sean standing in front of Viggo, the two men glaring at each other.
“So, you just thought you’d come and give racing a try, did you? What, ran out of things you could buy?”
Viggo's fists clenched at his side. He didn't want to fight with Sean, not here and not now.
"Fuck you, Sean. I was racing in this state while you were still some snot nosed little boy giving blow jobs behind the stands in England."
Sean's face turned crimson and he stepped closer; the only sound he heard was the blood pounding in his ears. “And yet even back then I was still better at giving them than you.”
"Maybe because I don't have your experience, I don't blow every damn man I meet."
Sean could feel his temper going out of control, and before he could give it any rational thought he was lashing out with his fist, a strong punch aimed straight for Viggo’s face. Except he forgot one thing-the hand he had hurt a few days earlier.
Viggo's head snapped back with the force of the blow, the end of what little self control he had left shattering. He pulled back to hit Sean back, visions of leaving his former lover bleeding on the ground flashing through his mind when he stopped, shocked to see Sean already doubled over in pain, his hand held tightly to his chest as blood soaked through the bandages.
~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
“Orlando! Oh Jesus, Orlando!”
Karl ran the last few feet to the car, bending down to peer inside and check to see if Orlando was still alive. The car sat on its top, the body a twisted mess. Karl was certain that he was going to find his lover at the least unconscious. He reached out and gently touched Orlando’s wounded face; the unresponsive younger man had a gash across his forehead from the crash, but he looked otherwise okay. Not that Karl would really trust his own limited knowledge of injuries.
He slowly backed away, just enough to let the emergency crews by to work at getting Orlando out of the wreck. Reaching inside the car, they first snapped a brace around Orlando's neck, then started working at getting the car righted and the seat belts removed.
Karl hovered in the background, worry written across his face. He twisted his hands behind his back, needing to do something, anything with them to keep himself from rushing to the car again. It seemed to take hours for Orlando to be freed, but finally he was, inch by excruciating inch. He was lowered carefully onto a stretcher and Karl jogged the short distance, determined to stick with him. Uncaring who saw, he gently took his lover’s hand, swallowing around the large lump in his throat.
Orlando opened his eyes, the smudges of blood from the cut on his face still heavy, even after the quick bandage job the medics had done. Seeing Karl there, he smiled as best he could.
As they loaded him into the ambulance, Karl crawled in with him, ignoring that he was leaving his car sitting on the side of the track. He knew that his pit crew would take care of everything.
“I’m here, baby,” he murmured softly, stroking the hand within his own gently with the pads of his fingers. “I’m here.”
Orlando seemed to nod his head before his eyes closed. Karl closed his own eyes briefly and kissed his lover’s hand softly.
Once the ambulance pulled away from the track, Karl’s pit crew moved forward, sliding into the abandoned car and getting it back to the racer’s trailer, while workers did their job, cleaning up the track and clearing it of any debris.
As Sean sat back down, Christian turned to him.
"I saw it wasn't your friend, but was it anyone you knew?"
Sean looked at him for a moment, the word ‘friend’ not lost on him, or the tone it was said in.
"It was Orlando. Nice kid, works for my 'friend'. His 'friend' Karl that went with him works for me."
"So it's all one big happy, friendly family, is it?"
“What’s your point, Chris?”
“Nothing, just trying to see where I fit into this intriguing world.”
"Listen, let's not get into anything here. Let's make nice and when the race is over, we can go home and fuck like rabbits."
Christian wasn’t an idiot; a fool, maybe, but not an idiot. He knew exactly what Sean was doing, and a part of him hated himself for letting it slide. But another part of him knew, at least for the moment, that Sean was not someone Christian wanted in a serious relationship. The man had too many issues, and almost all of them were apparently laid out on the track before them. Christian nodded, letting the issue drop for now, as the sound of the cars speeding up, coming back around for the green light filled the air.
The crash had rattled Viggo, and his young employee was just on the edges of his consciousness. He hoped dearly that the boy would be all right, and he almost felt barbaric, continuing the race while Orlando was brought to the hospital. But his crew had told him that Urban had dropped out of the race and gone with him, so Viggo knew that there was nothing else he could have done anyway. Viggo would have done the same thing at one time if it had been Sean in that car.
Viggo laid on the gas again, feeling the car responding beautifully beneath him. He smiled to himself and stroked the steering wheel with his fingers before gripping it again to go into a turn. He couldn’t believe he had ever forgotten what this was like!
Viggo put everything else out of his mind, working his way through traffic, watching as first one, then another car was passed. When he took the checkered flag, finishing in third, he felt like yelling at the top of his lungs.
In the stands, Christian watched as Sean got more and more animated with each lap, not surprised when he leaped to his feet with the rest of the crowd as the race ended. Christian had enjoyed the race, but as any outsider takes in anything, with a kind of amusement at those around him mixed with a slight admiration for those in front of him. But Sean… Christian couldn’t help but laugh as Sean practically beat up the man next to them before racing down the bleachers, leaving Christian in the dust.
“He’s a good racer, that Bean. Loves the sport as a whole.”
“Yes, he does seem to, doesn’t he? He dragged me here today, and I can’t say I’m sorry. Had a fun enough time just watching him.”
The other man smiled and stuck out his hand. “I’m Eric. Eric Bana. Been a fan of racing for years, but never quite had the resources to race myself.”
“Christian Bale. Good to meet you. Maybe you could help me learn some of the ropes so I actually know what Sean’s saying when he talks.”
"Be happy to, Christian. Come on, let's head down to the pits. Sean will be chatting with everyone and will forget you're even here for awhile."
As the two tall, dark and very handsome men walked into the pits and looked around, they found Sean standing in front of Viggo, the two men glaring at each other.
“So, you just thought you’d come and give racing a try, did you? What, ran out of things you could buy?”
Viggo's fists clenched at his side. He didn't want to fight with Sean, not here and not now.
"Fuck you, Sean. I was racing in this state while you were still some snot nosed little boy giving blow jobs behind the stands in England."
Sean's face turned crimson and he stepped closer; the only sound he heard was the blood pounding in his ears. “And yet even back then I was still better at giving them than you.”
"Maybe because I don't have your experience, I don't blow every damn man I meet."
Sean could feel his temper going out of control, and before he could give it any rational thought he was lashing out with his fist, a strong punch aimed straight for Viggo’s face. Except he forgot one thing-the hand he had hurt a few days earlier.
Viggo's head snapped back with the force of the blow, the end of what little self control he had left shattering. He pulled back to hit Sean back, visions of leaving his former lover bleeding on the ground flashing through his mind when he stopped, shocked to see Sean already doubled over in pain, his hand held tightly to his chest as blood soaked through the bandages.
~TBC~