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Title: Conversion
Author: soleta
Rating: PG
Fandom: LotRips
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Summary: Coffee and conversation at three in the morning. it's FWP - fluff without plot.
AN: Sequel to Condensation (which, if you recall, featured closet nudists). Written in 19 minutes.
"Vig?"
Viggo hummed interrogatively, low and long in his throat, the way people do when they're distracted. Sean was so used to the flush of heat Viggo provoked that he barely noticed it anymore. Really. Didn't phase him at all. He didn't miss a beat.
"Why do you people drink that... that shite?" He motioned towards Viggo's coffee cup with his own tea mug. "It's burnt bloody beans, man. Can't say I see the attraction."
Viggo shrugged and deliberately took a long drink of his coffee before answering. It was black and just starting to cool down, and he kept his hands around the mug and his nose in the steam rising from the cup. He could almost pretend he was warm then. Sean was sitting there with a towel wrapped around his hips, but he showed no sign of the cold. Viggo had no problem admitting that Sean was the better man here, if you could call crazy 'better'.
"You used to smoke, right?" Sean made a face and nodded, already anticipating defeat. "I have never seen the attraction in inhaling smoke. On the other hand," Viggo paused to take another sip of his coffee. "This provides caffiene and warmth, which I desperately need. Is your heat broken? It's freezing in here."
Sean grumbled. "The heater must have died while I was in London; when I came back, it wouldn't turn on. Someone's coming tomorrow to fix it." He noticed Viggo eyeing his bare chest and grinned mischeviously. "If I come downstairs at three in the morning, I'm not stopping to put on proper pants and a shirt, mate. I didn't exactly realize I'd be having company."
"You aren't cold, then?"
"Fucking freezing, I am." Sean mimed shivering while his teeth clattered. "But you were so enjoying the show. I wouldn't want to deprive you." He grinned again.
"Ah, you were being considerate," Viggo mocked softly. "I didn't realize you knew what the word meant." A grin tugged on the side of his mouth. He had missed Sean, he realized, more than he thought he would.
"What is that charming phrase the younglings use?" Sean pretended to think, tapping a finger on his mouth. "Oh, yes. Eat me." He leaned forward and pulled Viggo's cup out of his hands, standing up and retucking the towel before wandering over to the kitchen counter to refill it.
"Gladly." And Viggo let himself grin, huge and amused and content.
Author: soleta
Rating: PG
Fandom: LotRips
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Summary: Coffee and conversation at three in the morning. it's FWP - fluff without plot.
AN: Sequel to Condensation (which, if you recall, featured closet nudists). Written in 19 minutes.
"Vig?"
Viggo hummed interrogatively, low and long in his throat, the way people do when they're distracted. Sean was so used to the flush of heat Viggo provoked that he barely noticed it anymore. Really. Didn't phase him at all. He didn't miss a beat.
"Why do you people drink that... that shite?" He motioned towards Viggo's coffee cup with his own tea mug. "It's burnt bloody beans, man. Can't say I see the attraction."
Viggo shrugged and deliberately took a long drink of his coffee before answering. It was black and just starting to cool down, and he kept his hands around the mug and his nose in the steam rising from the cup. He could almost pretend he was warm then. Sean was sitting there with a towel wrapped around his hips, but he showed no sign of the cold. Viggo had no problem admitting that Sean was the better man here, if you could call crazy 'better'.
"You used to smoke, right?" Sean made a face and nodded, already anticipating defeat. "I have never seen the attraction in inhaling smoke. On the other hand," Viggo paused to take another sip of his coffee. "This provides caffiene and warmth, which I desperately need. Is your heat broken? It's freezing in here."
Sean grumbled. "The heater must have died while I was in London; when I came back, it wouldn't turn on. Someone's coming tomorrow to fix it." He noticed Viggo eyeing his bare chest and grinned mischeviously. "If I come downstairs at three in the morning, I'm not stopping to put on proper pants and a shirt, mate. I didn't exactly realize I'd be having company."
"You aren't cold, then?"
"Fucking freezing, I am." Sean mimed shivering while his teeth clattered. "But you were so enjoying the show. I wouldn't want to deprive you." He grinned again.
"Ah, you were being considerate," Viggo mocked softly. "I didn't realize you knew what the word meant." A grin tugged on the side of his mouth. He had missed Sean, he realized, more than he thought he would.
"What is that charming phrase the younglings use?" Sean pretended to think, tapping a finger on his mouth. "Oh, yes. Eat me." He leaned forward and pulled Viggo's cup out of his hands, standing up and retucking the towel before wandering over to the kitchen counter to refill it.
"Gladly." And Viggo let himself grin, huge and amused and content.