FIC: NARCOLEPTIC
Title: Narcoleptic(1/3)
Authors: boro69,seanata
Beta: asterstar (thank you sooo much!)
Pairing: Vigbean
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: m/m sex,a bit angst
Disclaimer:Never happened!And how would we know if it did...?
Feedback: Would be much appreciated!
PART 1
Sean poured himself some fine liquor and lit a fag. He stretched down at the leather sofa and peered at his cell phone.
He thought about the Dane, playing with the phone between his lean strong fingers. Everyday, in the dressing room he found himself fighting with his inner feelings and needs while he watched Viggo undressing to get prepared for his scruffy Aragorn costume. But today, in his hotel room and after 3 or 4 Gin 'n Tonics things seemed different...Why NOT call him after all...It would seem totally innocent to the eyes of the straight as steel Viggo, that Sean wanted to have a drink with him in his own room..."What the fuck..."He pressed the green button and waited for the dull dialling tone. And then a raspy low key voice...
Vig turned off the hot water and reached for one worn-out towel. God, he needed that. A hot relaxing shower after such long day on set seemed the perfect way to begin the night. He already knew he could not write nor paint, his mind was full of thoughts and ideas for some changes at the scripts Peter Jackson handed him the other day and he wished that this was the only matter that troubled him. Yes, he had called his son just a few minutes before and yes he got irritated by him for giving his mum a hard time and yes his manager had arranged a tone of interviews for the rest of the week but there was another matter building up slowly in his mind...It was the same matter that kept troubling him since he arrived and that matter had a name also: Shaun Mark Bean.
What on earth was wrong with him? Did too much filming and long shooting hours had a huge impact on him? No one realized how he got all rosy on the cheeks when Sean threw glances towards him? “Maybe he kept his sex life on a shelve for too long and now he was imagining things? Nah, it can't be...He dried himself off, wore one of his favorite and most loved boxers and headed for the bedroom when he heard the phone ringing. Right. No rest for the wicked. He picked the ringing thing up. Sean. Great. The guy had become his closest mate on set since day one, he felt like he was not talking to a mere friend but to a brother, and now he caught himself in a situation where he was afraid of answering the phone? 'Grow up' he told himself as he pressed the answering button.
"Hello?"
Hey mate, how is going? Getting ready for bed I s'ppose?
Sean cursed under his breath. "You couldn't come up with something better could you? ‘Idiot ‘he thought to himself…
"Hey..."he said while stepping in the bedroom "Nah, I think re-reading the script and making a few notes for Aragorn...ya know how it works..."was he bubbling or what?? "How about you?" he said and sat by the edge of the bed
Sean got up and started pacing in the little room between the sofa and the coffee table. He could hear the little faltering in Viggo's voice…
I'm Ok...Still have some reading to do...Say, why don't you get yer arse over here and have a drink?
Vig took a deep breath and scratched the point between his eyebrows thinking hard.
Did Sean sound a bit anxious? And what was that pull in his groin at the sound of his raspy, Sheffield-accented voice?" Ah....I don't know Sean...I was thinking of just staying in and having a good nap. You know it's the Karadras scenes 2morrow and we'll have a long day..."
'Utter bastard' he told himself.
Ahhh of course...The Karadras scene my ass!! Thought Sean...The Englishman tried to take control of his temper and testosterone hormones and sipped some more of his drink.
OK, then see you tomorrow Viggo. He pronounced his friend's name like the worse curse he could think in his language and hung up, throwing the device on the kitchen table. (hung up, throwing the device on the kitchen table, and headed to the bedroom, a bottle of scotch in his hand.)
"Ok Sean, g'night then" but the beeping tone coming from his cell phone told him that his friend had already hang up.
Fuck, now he had pissed him off. 'Great job' he thought before he closed his phone too, laid on the bed and waited for the uneasy sleep to come.
* * *
The next morning right after the end of the sequence, Sean headed for the trailer to take a quick shower. He had made up his mind. It was today or never. He just prayed that the object of his dreams would have the same thoughts about him. And what if he doesn't? What if Viggo run around calling him a fairy, telling everybody how he persued him and then let the press know about it and… Sean virtually slapped himself and thought that it was Viggo he was talking about...Viggo...And no one else. Period. Just then the door of the trailer opened.Viggo walked in and -even if Sean blamed his racing heart for it-he seemed totally numb and uncomfortable.
It wasn't easy for Viggo either. He knew that somehow he'd manage to drive Sean crazy and he was aware that he'd had to deal with him sooner or later. It sounded as if he was afraid of him, although even *he* couldn't find a reason to be afraid. What could Sean possibly do to him? After all, he was his friend. No matter how silly that might-be-flirting thing may sound and no matter how uneasy the Brit sometimes made him feel, it was still his best mate . So, he took a deep breath and walked inside Cuntebago, sword in one hand and his bag at the other. No one had warned him for the sight that waited for him inside. A dripping-wet Sean, coming out of the shower, with just a towel hanging low around his hips. The sight was breath-taking.
And was it normal for his cock to misbehave in front of his best mate? Certainly not!
Sean just stood there, the yellow fluffy towel in his hands, watching Viggo closely, waiting for a word or just a nod .Instead, his mate stood at the door peering at him, motionless holding his sword as holding into life itself. Sean frowned and that seemed to bring Viggo back to reality, cause he nodded quickly and started rummaging through his stuff looking for fresh clothes, babbling about PJ's new corrections on the scripts. Sean quickly put on his jeans -after deciding that today he would go commando- and cleared his throat to get Vig's attention. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" He fixed his voice in a dull tone that went out more serious than expected. Viggo flushed a little creating a really uncomfortable situation in Sean's denims.
'How can you call yourself an actor?' Vig thought to himself while taking off his wig and placing it on his make-up stand. Couldn't he just behave like a normal person? Bubbling was definitely not a great thing to do but he couldn't come up with something better, and in order to get rid of his friend's image from his mind, he was willing to concentrate on scripts again. How original. And even in this state he was taken aback from Sean's question. 'Say something, say something...' But all that came out was a muffled stammering. Ok, time to stop making fool of himself and behave normally in front of his half naked friend. Right. Normal.
Clearing his throat he turned towards Sean, his eyes meeting the Brit's for the first time after stepping in the trailer. "Nothing really" he said hopping on the counter. "Huh...Do you have something in mind?"
Sean could have smacked Viggo for his childish stammering. But after 3 divorces and 3 daughters he had learned to obtain some reason when needed. He just grinned and waited for the right words to pass Viggo's juicy lips, which by the way only worsened the tightness in his pants. "Well, I thought we could hang at my place...Grab some dinner and… well you know… Hang around... "He felt his temper rising as he observed the look upon Viggo's face. His eyes grew narrow…Since when did Viggo get anxious about his house? And why did that anxiety made Sean horny as ever?
He involuntary took a step closer to him, only to test his limits and maybe, just maybe to smell that scent Vig was radiating...
Viggo couldn't tear his eyes from Sean as he approached him the way a wolf approaches his prey. He swallowed audibly and he used his tongue to wet his quickly drying lips. Was it just him or was Sean staring at his mouth as if he wanted to devour him? Coming out of his trans as quickly as he could he cleared his throat once again and answered "Uhm, yeah! That would be grand! Say...around 8?" He couldn't look more anxious even if he wanted to. Staring at the face now just inches from his own, so close that he could even feel Sean's breath caressing his own face, Viggo tried make out what exactly was wrong here.
He felt anxiety, as if he never paid Sean a visit for dinner! He was nervous as hell and he didn't even know why! And what's worse, he tried to tell his cock that the time was impropriate for it to make itself present. The fact that the person to whom it responded was the wrong sex scared the hell out of him.
It could be due to pent up sexual need, it could be Sean's scent, magnolia shower gel and Sean's own unique scent, it could be the way the brit was looking at him right now, feeling his green eyes tearing him apart, it could be anything at all but still he was hard. Oh so hard.
Sean's hormones drove him mad, dizzy, turned him out of control. He could see Viggo's eyes glimmering with lust and he couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. He took the few steps to stand between Viggo's thighs, leaned forward bracing his hands on his knees and slowly touched the full velvet lips before him. At first his mate twitched at the most intimate contact they ever had but then he briefly let himself get lost in that kiss. And for the life of him, Sean couldn't remember a better kiss in his whole bloody life. He'd never felt such a unique equality..
Viggo was going to be a huge liar if he ever said he wasn't expecting it. Things were leading here for weeks. But that didn't mean that he was ready to cope with it. Not just yet anyway. The unfamiliar sense of lips stronger and rougher than the ones that used to kiss him till now in his life was so powerful that Vig had to pull back, just for second though, cause he was becoming fast addicted to his friend's lips. Soon he was moving his lips against Sean's and he slowly whimpered when he felt a wet tongue caressing his lower lip, asking for entrance. It came like a hard slap on his face. What the hell was he doing? He reluctantly withdrew, giving Sean's lips a last and almost haste nipping, and lowered his head, staring at the floor. His heart was beating so fast he was sure it would stop any minute now.
Sean eventually drew back himself and glanced at the confused face before him. He secretly hoped Viggo could not see that sardonic smile that had crept upon his features. He lifted Viggo's chin with his index and chuckled cockily, making his friend's eyebrows almost touch his hair. He gave him a quick kiss on the lips. And smoothly turned to the door."Oh, and Vig, don't be late tonight. I hate waiting..."
Authors: boro69,seanata
Beta: asterstar (thank you sooo much!)
Pairing: Vigbean
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: m/m sex,a bit angst
Disclaimer:Never happened!And how would we know if it did...?
Feedback: Would be much appreciated!
PART 1
Sean poured himself some fine liquor and lit a fag. He stretched down at the leather sofa and peered at his cell phone.
He thought about the Dane, playing with the phone between his lean strong fingers. Everyday, in the dressing room he found himself fighting with his inner feelings and needs while he watched Viggo undressing to get prepared for his scruffy Aragorn costume. But today, in his hotel room and after 3 or 4 Gin 'n Tonics things seemed different...Why NOT call him after all...It would seem totally innocent to the eyes of the straight as steel Viggo, that Sean wanted to have a drink with him in his own room..."What the fuck..."He pressed the green button and waited for the dull dialling tone. And then a raspy low key voice...
Vig turned off the hot water and reached for one worn-out towel. God, he needed that. A hot relaxing shower after such long day on set seemed the perfect way to begin the night. He already knew he could not write nor paint, his mind was full of thoughts and ideas for some changes at the scripts Peter Jackson handed him the other day and he wished that this was the only matter that troubled him. Yes, he had called his son just a few minutes before and yes he got irritated by him for giving his mum a hard time and yes his manager had arranged a tone of interviews for the rest of the week but there was another matter building up slowly in his mind...It was the same matter that kept troubling him since he arrived and that matter had a name also: Shaun Mark Bean.
What on earth was wrong with him? Did too much filming and long shooting hours had a huge impact on him? No one realized how he got all rosy on the cheeks when Sean threw glances towards him? “Maybe he kept his sex life on a shelve for too long and now he was imagining things? Nah, it can't be...He dried himself off, wore one of his favorite and most loved boxers and headed for the bedroom when he heard the phone ringing. Right. No rest for the wicked. He picked the ringing thing up. Sean. Great. The guy had become his closest mate on set since day one, he felt like he was not talking to a mere friend but to a brother, and now he caught himself in a situation where he was afraid of answering the phone? 'Grow up' he told himself as he pressed the answering button.
"Hello?"
Hey mate, how is going? Getting ready for bed I s'ppose?
Sean cursed under his breath. "You couldn't come up with something better could you? ‘Idiot ‘he thought to himself…
"Hey..."he said while stepping in the bedroom "Nah, I think re-reading the script and making a few notes for Aragorn...ya know how it works..."was he bubbling or what?? "How about you?" he said and sat by the edge of the bed
Sean got up and started pacing in the little room between the sofa and the coffee table. He could hear the little faltering in Viggo's voice…
I'm Ok...Still have some reading to do...Say, why don't you get yer arse over here and have a drink?
Vig took a deep breath and scratched the point between his eyebrows thinking hard.
Did Sean sound a bit anxious? And what was that pull in his groin at the sound of his raspy, Sheffield-accented voice?" Ah....I don't know Sean...I was thinking of just staying in and having a good nap. You know it's the Karadras scenes 2morrow and we'll have a long day..."
'Utter bastard' he told himself.
Ahhh of course...The Karadras scene my ass!! Thought Sean...The Englishman tried to take control of his temper and testosterone hormones and sipped some more of his drink.
OK, then see you tomorrow Viggo. He pronounced his friend's name like the worse curse he could think in his language and hung up, throwing the device on the kitchen table. (hung up, throwing the device on the kitchen table, and headed to the bedroom, a bottle of scotch in his hand.)
"Ok Sean, g'night then" but the beeping tone coming from his cell phone told him that his friend had already hang up.
Fuck, now he had pissed him off. 'Great job' he thought before he closed his phone too, laid on the bed and waited for the uneasy sleep to come.
* * *
The next morning right after the end of the sequence, Sean headed for the trailer to take a quick shower. He had made up his mind. It was today or never. He just prayed that the object of his dreams would have the same thoughts about him. And what if he doesn't? What if Viggo run around calling him a fairy, telling everybody how he persued him and then let the press know about it and… Sean virtually slapped himself and thought that it was Viggo he was talking about...Viggo...And no one else. Period. Just then the door of the trailer opened.Viggo walked in and -even if Sean blamed his racing heart for it-he seemed totally numb and uncomfortable.
It wasn't easy for Viggo either. He knew that somehow he'd manage to drive Sean crazy and he was aware that he'd had to deal with him sooner or later. It sounded as if he was afraid of him, although even *he* couldn't find a reason to be afraid. What could Sean possibly do to him? After all, he was his friend. No matter how silly that might-be-flirting thing may sound and no matter how uneasy the Brit sometimes made him feel, it was still his best mate . So, he took a deep breath and walked inside Cuntebago, sword in one hand and his bag at the other. No one had warned him for the sight that waited for him inside. A dripping-wet Sean, coming out of the shower, with just a towel hanging low around his hips. The sight was breath-taking.
And was it normal for his cock to misbehave in front of his best mate? Certainly not!
Sean just stood there, the yellow fluffy towel in his hands, watching Viggo closely, waiting for a word or just a nod .Instead, his mate stood at the door peering at him, motionless holding his sword as holding into life itself. Sean frowned and that seemed to bring Viggo back to reality, cause he nodded quickly and started rummaging through his stuff looking for fresh clothes, babbling about PJ's new corrections on the scripts. Sean quickly put on his jeans -after deciding that today he would go commando- and cleared his throat to get Vig's attention. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" He fixed his voice in a dull tone that went out more serious than expected. Viggo flushed a little creating a really uncomfortable situation in Sean's denims.
'How can you call yourself an actor?' Vig thought to himself while taking off his wig and placing it on his make-up stand. Couldn't he just behave like a normal person? Bubbling was definitely not a great thing to do but he couldn't come up with something better, and in order to get rid of his friend's image from his mind, he was willing to concentrate on scripts again. How original. And even in this state he was taken aback from Sean's question. 'Say something, say something...' But all that came out was a muffled stammering. Ok, time to stop making fool of himself and behave normally in front of his half naked friend. Right. Normal.
Clearing his throat he turned towards Sean, his eyes meeting the Brit's for the first time after stepping in the trailer. "Nothing really" he said hopping on the counter. "Huh...Do you have something in mind?"
Sean could have smacked Viggo for his childish stammering. But after 3 divorces and 3 daughters he had learned to obtain some reason when needed. He just grinned and waited for the right words to pass Viggo's juicy lips, which by the way only worsened the tightness in his pants. "Well, I thought we could hang at my place...Grab some dinner and… well you know… Hang around... "He felt his temper rising as he observed the look upon Viggo's face. His eyes grew narrow…Since when did Viggo get anxious about his house? And why did that anxiety made Sean horny as ever?
He involuntary took a step closer to him, only to test his limits and maybe, just maybe to smell that scent Vig was radiating...
Viggo couldn't tear his eyes from Sean as he approached him the way a wolf approaches his prey. He swallowed audibly and he used his tongue to wet his quickly drying lips. Was it just him or was Sean staring at his mouth as if he wanted to devour him? Coming out of his trans as quickly as he could he cleared his throat once again and answered "Uhm, yeah! That would be grand! Say...around 8?" He couldn't look more anxious even if he wanted to. Staring at the face now just inches from his own, so close that he could even feel Sean's breath caressing his own face, Viggo tried make out what exactly was wrong here.
He felt anxiety, as if he never paid Sean a visit for dinner! He was nervous as hell and he didn't even know why! And what's worse, he tried to tell his cock that the time was impropriate for it to make itself present. The fact that the person to whom it responded was the wrong sex scared the hell out of him.
It could be due to pent up sexual need, it could be Sean's scent, magnolia shower gel and Sean's own unique scent, it could be the way the brit was looking at him right now, feeling his green eyes tearing him apart, it could be anything at all but still he was hard. Oh so hard.
Sean's hormones drove him mad, dizzy, turned him out of control. He could see Viggo's eyes glimmering with lust and he couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. He took the few steps to stand between Viggo's thighs, leaned forward bracing his hands on his knees and slowly touched the full velvet lips before him. At first his mate twitched at the most intimate contact they ever had but then he briefly let himself get lost in that kiss. And for the life of him, Sean couldn't remember a better kiss in his whole bloody life. He'd never felt such a unique equality..
Viggo was going to be a huge liar if he ever said he wasn't expecting it. Things were leading here for weeks. But that didn't mean that he was ready to cope with it. Not just yet anyway. The unfamiliar sense of lips stronger and rougher than the ones that used to kiss him till now in his life was so powerful that Vig had to pull back, just for second though, cause he was becoming fast addicted to his friend's lips. Soon he was moving his lips against Sean's and he slowly whimpered when he felt a wet tongue caressing his lower lip, asking for entrance. It came like a hard slap on his face. What the hell was he doing? He reluctantly withdrew, giving Sean's lips a last and almost haste nipping, and lowered his head, staring at the floor. His heart was beating so fast he was sure it would stop any minute now.
Sean eventually drew back himself and glanced at the confused face before him. He secretly hoped Viggo could not see that sardonic smile that had crept upon his features. He lifted Viggo's chin with his index and chuckled cockily, making his friend's eyebrows almost touch his hair. He gave him a quick kiss on the lips. And smoothly turned to the door."Oh, and Vig, don't be late tonight. I hate waiting..."