No Way, Viggo/Karl/Sean, PG-13, RPS
Title: "No Way"
Author: tyaa
Pairing: Viggo/Karl/Sean(?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sean Bean is most definitely not interested. No way.
Feedback: Thank you very much.
Disclaimer: Real folks. Never happened.
Notes: contrelamontre jealousy challenge. I wasn’t really sure if Sean still lives in Hampstead, so forgive me if I’ve messed that up.
Fuck. Here we go again.
We’re out in a pub, for Chrissakes. Those two have no shame at all. Cuddling like a couple of teenagers. Guess they think they can get away with anything now that those pictures of them in bed are all over the fucking internet. “Look at us; we’re just playing wit’cha!”.
My arse.
I’ve seen those two when they think no one is around. Hell, they don’t even notice anyone is around when they start really going at it. Walk in on them and there they’d be, Karl with his hand up Viggo’s shirt, and Viggo yanking down Karl’s zipper. He just can’t seem to keep his hands away from Karl’s crotch.
As you like. I’m just saying that they should be a bit more discreet is all. I don’t care. Not about me, really. It’s just that whenever Viggo touches Karl I remember that tackle. Viggo just coming at me and then there we were, rolling on the ground together like wild dogs. Like -
Fuck it. Just stop yourself mate. No interest in that sort of thing. No way.
I’m just losing touch. Need to get back to Hampstead. Feel the dirt on my hands, breathe the air, that’s what I need. I sure as hell don’t need to be watching this. But I can’t seem to look away. Must be that “watching a car crash” thing. The way Viggo strokes Karl’s arm, touches Karl’s face.
There was a time when it was Viggo and me. Long chats, grabbing a pint at the local pub, sitting close together and just laughing for the joy of it. Back in the good old days. Before Karl.
Listen to me. Sound like a lovesick pup. There is no way I’d ever consider - oh for Christ’s sake, Karl’s kissing the top of Vigo’s head! What the fuck? I should just go over there and tell those two to knock it off. But then Karl gets up and heads out. I look at Vigo and he flips me a wink. A smile creeps on to his face. Don’t know what to make of that, really. Do I? I find myself smiling back as he heads over.
What the hell? I’ll try anything once. Maybe twice.
Author: tyaa
Pairing: Viggo/Karl/Sean(?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sean Bean is most definitely not interested. No way.
Feedback: Thank you very much.
Disclaimer: Real folks. Never happened.
Notes: contrelamontre jealousy challenge. I wasn’t really sure if Sean still lives in Hampstead, so forgive me if I’ve messed that up.
Fuck. Here we go again.
We’re out in a pub, for Chrissakes. Those two have no shame at all. Cuddling like a couple of teenagers. Guess they think they can get away with anything now that those pictures of them in bed are all over the fucking internet. “Look at us; we’re just playing wit’cha!”.
My arse.
I’ve seen those two when they think no one is around. Hell, they don’t even notice anyone is around when they start really going at it. Walk in on them and there they’d be, Karl with his hand up Viggo’s shirt, and Viggo yanking down Karl’s zipper. He just can’t seem to keep his hands away from Karl’s crotch.
As you like. I’m just saying that they should be a bit more discreet is all. I don’t care. Not about me, really. It’s just that whenever Viggo touches Karl I remember that tackle. Viggo just coming at me and then there we were, rolling on the ground together like wild dogs. Like -
Fuck it. Just stop yourself mate. No interest in that sort of thing. No way.
I’m just losing touch. Need to get back to Hampstead. Feel the dirt on my hands, breathe the air, that’s what I need. I sure as hell don’t need to be watching this. But I can’t seem to look away. Must be that “watching a car crash” thing. The way Viggo strokes Karl’s arm, touches Karl’s face.
There was a time when it was Viggo and me. Long chats, grabbing a pint at the local pub, sitting close together and just laughing for the joy of it. Back in the good old days. Before Karl.
Listen to me. Sound like a lovesick pup. There is no way I’d ever consider - oh for Christ’s sake, Karl’s kissing the top of Vigo’s head! What the fuck? I should just go over there and tell those two to knock it off. But then Karl gets up and heads out. I look at Vigo and he flips me a wink. A smile creeps on to his face. Don’t know what to make of that, really. Do I? I find myself smiling back as he heads over.
What the hell? I’ll try anything once. Maybe twice.