FIC:Uncomplicated (Lotrips, Viggo/Bean, NC-17)
Uncomplicated
Authors: padawanhilary and telesilla
Fandom/Pairing: Lotrips, Viggo/Bean
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Archive: Rugbytackle; elsewhere, please ask
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Summary: Sean and Viggo deal with their sexual tension in a nicely uncomplicated way.
Notes: This is the prequel to our series Complicated, however it stands on its own quite nicely. It was originally written for the Lotrips 'zine VigBean 2.
Sexual tension existed.
That was the thing Sean first noted: Viggo and he bore it, and not particularly well.
The second thing Sean noted was that the sexual tension was strong enough that they needed to deal with it. If they didn't, it stood to hurt more than their friendship.
If they dealt with it, though, would it hurt their friendship anyway?
But there wasn't any help for it; Sean felt a need to find out. He'd seen Viggo looking at him, had felt the way they'd interacted on set, and even Sean had to admit that there was something.
At first, Viggo had assumed that the tension between himself and Sean was the fault of their characters. Or more specifically Aragorn's fault, seeing as Sean is able to drop in and out of Boromir in between takes with an ease that Viggo occasionally envies. Viggo had spent a lot of time working on how Aragorn felt about Boromir, particularly since Peter is taking a slightly more modern approach to Aragorn. Viggo approves of the approach--audiences are going to relate to a reluctant hero--but that leaves him with a rather complex relationship with the only other Man in the Fellowship. He's rather proud of the result, but the odd combination of suspicion, guilt, concern, compassion and friendship are making it difficult for him to connect with Sean the actor.
It's only now that Viggo realizes that there's something of himself in the mix. He wants Sean, and rather fiercely at that, and he knows that Aragorn has no desire to be fucked blind by Boromir. This is all Viggo himself, reacting to the kind of man Viggo likes. It would be easy enough to bury all that beneath the part and professionalism, only it's becoming obvious that Sean might just share Viggo's interest.
And Viggo's not sure what that means, either for himself, their growing friendship, or the project. All he knows is that they're going to have to deal with it. In one way or another.
It seemed easy enough: "Come over tonight, we'll have a pint or two" wasn't something that--Sean felt, at least--needed explanation. It needed acknowledging, though.
Although Viggo isn't 100% sure that "a pint or two" means sex, he can't help hoping it does and, if it does, he can't help hoping that Sean's a top. And even if he's wrong and Sean just wants to have a few beers, they can at least talk about the situation.
So he's cheerful as he knocks on Sean's door, and he smiles when Sean answers it. "Hey," he says, appreciating the way the long sleeve tee-shirt and the snug jeans cling to Sean's body.
"Hey," Sean greets easily, and it's not a hard thing to determine where the next step is. "D'you want a beer?" he asks, gesturing toward the kitchen.
"Sure," Viggo says, following Sean into the kitchen. He's been here a few times before and he finds it interesting how little of Sean the place gives away.
Sean goes and provides Viggo and himself with a bottle, considering his words. "I imagine," he says after a moment, "that we were thinking the same thing."
There's a line he read somewhere--he can't remember now--that seems terribly appropriate right now. As the kid goes for broke, Viggo thinks with a slight smile. "If that thing isn't pushing me against a wall and fucking me, I'm not sure I want to know."
That takes a bit of parsing, but then Sean thinks he's got it. "It is," he grins slowly, "'pushing you against a wall and fucking you.'" They're there, he realizes, in the same place, and that, for someone who's strived for acting and yet avoided the actor place for years, is a big deal.
"Thank God," Viggo says and now he's a little embarrassed. "That could have been awkward, to say the least."
Sean's smile grows less speculative. "Do you know how bloody fantastic you are?" he asks, and he cups a hand around the side of Viggo's neck and kisses him. There's a lot to deal with here, potentially, but bloody fuck, it's good right now.
Viggo would tell Sean the same, but he's too busy moaning into Sean's mouth to want to pull away for anything. It's good--really really fucking good--and he's a little startled as he realizes how much he needs this, how good a nice uncomplicated fuck is going to feel.
Sean's starting to realize there's less to deal with than he thought originally. He wants Viggo badly; Viggo wants him back. He presses closer, moaning into the kiss and grinding against Viggo's hip.
Grinding back hard, Viggo reaches down and grabs Sean's hips. "Want you," he says when they finally pull back from the kiss for a moment. "Really fucking want you."
Sean gives another low groan and slides his hand around to Viggo's chest to back him up and pin him to the wall. "Just like this, hm?" he asks, and the leans in to give another hungry kiss. "Against the wall."
Pleased he read Sean right, Viggo returns the kiss hard. "Yeah," he growls, "just like this."
Brilliant. And that's all the encouragement Sean needs; he's immediately diving into Viggo's trousers, all but tearing the zip open to get to his cock. Once he's inside, Sean wraps his hand around Viggo's erection and squeezes, groaning appreciatively.
"Goddamn," Viggo gasps, thrusting up into Sean's hand. He tries to get his hands on the front of Sean's jeans but he can't and so settles for grabbing Sean's hips instead. "Got a rubber and some lube in my pocket."
"Figured," Sean huffs out, grinning before he gets too busy licking his way into Viggo's mouth again. He has condoms and lube as well, and it's amusing and not a little bit exciting that this is another area in which they were thinking exactly alike.
But that's not getting them anywhere closer to the actual fucking, so he backs off just enough to open his own jeans, watching Viggo hotly as he does it.
For a moment, Viggo considers going down to his knees; Sean's got a gorgeous cock and he wouldn't mind having it in his mouth. But right now, he's too desperate to get fucked and, from the look on Sean's face, he's not the only one.
Pulling the condom out of his pocket, Viggo tears the package open and, after a couple of appreciative strokes, rolls it onto Sean's cock. He digs out the lube, handing it to Sean before shoving his own jeans out of the way.
"Well, aren't you eager," Sean purrs, and he grabs Viggo's shoulder and spins him around, shoving his chest against the wall. He leans up against Viggo's back and whispers "I like that" before pulling back and slicking his fingers.
"How hard can you take it?" he asks, pushing one finger rather gingerly in, not wanting to hurt Viggo before he learns how much he can handle.
"Been a while," Viggo gasps, shoving back against Sean's finger. "But I like it hard once it gets going." He moans as Sean pushes another finger in. "Should warn you...I'll get incoherent here soon."
Sean has to laugh quietly at that. "I'm flattered." He likes, too, that Viggo hasn't had it in a while. It makes the need feel that much more keen. He twists his fingers, scissors them, and then pushes in with three. "God," he groans, tipping his forehead down against Viggo's shoulder, "you're so fucking hot."
"God, Sean," Viggo mumbles, pressing back against Sean's fingers in spite of the burn. "Good...fuck," he manages to get out. He already knows that this is going to be more than good; it's going to be fantastic, and he braces himself against the wall in anticipation.
That's all Sean can stand, and he pulls his fingers out and adds another dollop of lube to the outside of the condom. Just the act of spreading Viggo open has Sean nearly panting, and then he's pushing in, using steady, matter-of-fact strokes and letting out a hungry, pleased moan against Viggo's nape.
Tilting his head so his forehead rests against the wall, Viggo groans loudly as Sean first goes in. "Good," he says, hoping Sean won't take the groan for one of pain and either slow down, or God forbid, stop altogether. "Fuck...Sean...."
Sean has no intention of stopping, though. He wraps an arm around Viggo's waist tightly and starts to thrust, sharp, hard little motions that keep him nudged up against Viggo's prostate, buried deep.
Sean is fucking good at this, and Viggo doesn't really think the fact that it's been a few years is affecting his judgment any. This would be good if I'd been fucked yesterday. He lets out a rather strangled whimper as the thought plays out in his head. And it'll be even better if I get fucked like this tomorrow.
The noises Viggo's making are driving Sean crazy, all low, incoherent whimpers. He bends Viggo over a little bit more sharply and fucks him all the harder, breath hissing in and out of his clenched teeth.
"God," Viggo gasps, as his fingers scrabble against the wall. He leaves one hand splayed against the smooth paint and brings the other down to jerk himself off, groaning again as he gives himself a rough stroke.
"Fuck," Sean gets out, dragging Viggo back onto himself and thrusting that much harder. He's only just thinking it won't take much longer when it starts to build up, right at the base of his spine. When it finally hits, it's huge, and it leaves him yelling into Viggo's shoulder and then sinking his teeth in, almost growling around the patch of skin.
It's the yelling that sets Viggo off; well, that and the last hard thrusts of Sean's cock into his ass. He barely notices the biting; he's too busy coming against Sean's kitchen wall so hard his vision goes gray around the edges.
Sean wants to just lose his knees and sink to the floor, but he manages to keep standing, spreading his feet apart just a bit more.
"Christ," he whispers, nuzzling Viggo's neck. "Brilliant."
"Goddamn," Viggo mumbles as he slumps against the wall. "Yeah...brilliant." He takes a deep breath. "Really...I didn't know I needed that as much as I did."
"Here," Sean murmurs, and he grips the condom as he pulls out, dispensing with it quickly and then tugging up his jeans. "Impressive," he grins when he surveys the damage done to the wall, and he takes a tea towel up to wipe it off.
"Pent up frustrations," Viggo says with a grin as he pulls up his jeans. "You want a beer?" Even after only a month or so, it doesn't seem odd to be offering Sean a beer in his own place; they've all gotten long past the niceties of polite society.
"Sure," Sean murmurs, and then belatedly takes a pull off his. "Ugh, yeah. Like piss. Let's have cold ones." And he takes a moment to get himself to rights and wash his hands, and then he's leaning back against the counter just to watch Viggo move. "That was fantastic," he says, almost casually.
"God, yes," Viggo says getting a couple of beers out of Sean's fridge. "More than fantastic." He hands one to Sean. "And we're good? Because as fucking amazing as that was, I don't want to lose a good friend."
Smiling, Sean nods his head. Later, he'll wish he'd found the words to explain how good it was that Viggo even asked. "We're fine," he says, and shifts a little closer to run his hand down Viggo's arm. He takes a good sip of his beer and then adds, "We'll be just as fine tomorrow night, too, I think."
"It's a date," Viggo says. "You wanna see if there's a match on?" He wishes he could talk this through a little, but with guys like Sean, there are lines you don't cross, and Viggo isn't about to mess up a good thing.
If there's one thing Sean's learned in his sex life, it's that sometimes a man, even an articulate one like Viggo, just doesn't want to discuss it. And that's fine. If tomorrow night turns into a string of them, they might get into that, but this, right now, is fine the way it is.
Authors: padawanhilary and telesilla
Fandom/Pairing: Lotrips, Viggo/Bean
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Archive: Rugbytackle; elsewhere, please ask
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Summary: Sean and Viggo deal with their sexual tension in a nicely uncomplicated way.
Notes: This is the prequel to our series Complicated, however it stands on its own quite nicely. It was originally written for the Lotrips 'zine VigBean 2.
Sexual tension existed.
That was the thing Sean first noted: Viggo and he bore it, and not particularly well.
The second thing Sean noted was that the sexual tension was strong enough that they needed to deal with it. If they didn't, it stood to hurt more than their friendship.
If they dealt with it, though, would it hurt their friendship anyway?
But there wasn't any help for it; Sean felt a need to find out. He'd seen Viggo looking at him, had felt the way they'd interacted on set, and even Sean had to admit that there was something.
At first, Viggo had assumed that the tension between himself and Sean was the fault of their characters. Or more specifically Aragorn's fault, seeing as Sean is able to drop in and out of Boromir in between takes with an ease that Viggo occasionally envies. Viggo had spent a lot of time working on how Aragorn felt about Boromir, particularly since Peter is taking a slightly more modern approach to Aragorn. Viggo approves of the approach--audiences are going to relate to a reluctant hero--but that leaves him with a rather complex relationship with the only other Man in the Fellowship. He's rather proud of the result, but the odd combination of suspicion, guilt, concern, compassion and friendship are making it difficult for him to connect with Sean the actor.
It's only now that Viggo realizes that there's something of himself in the mix. He wants Sean, and rather fiercely at that, and he knows that Aragorn has no desire to be fucked blind by Boromir. This is all Viggo himself, reacting to the kind of man Viggo likes. It would be easy enough to bury all that beneath the part and professionalism, only it's becoming obvious that Sean might just share Viggo's interest.
And Viggo's not sure what that means, either for himself, their growing friendship, or the project. All he knows is that they're going to have to deal with it. In one way or another.
It seemed easy enough: "Come over tonight, we'll have a pint or two" wasn't something that--Sean felt, at least--needed explanation. It needed acknowledging, though.
Although Viggo isn't 100% sure that "a pint or two" means sex, he can't help hoping it does and, if it does, he can't help hoping that Sean's a top. And even if he's wrong and Sean just wants to have a few beers, they can at least talk about the situation.
So he's cheerful as he knocks on Sean's door, and he smiles when Sean answers it. "Hey," he says, appreciating the way the long sleeve tee-shirt and the snug jeans cling to Sean's body.
"Hey," Sean greets easily, and it's not a hard thing to determine where the next step is. "D'you want a beer?" he asks, gesturing toward the kitchen.
"Sure," Viggo says, following Sean into the kitchen. He's been here a few times before and he finds it interesting how little of Sean the place gives away.
Sean goes and provides Viggo and himself with a bottle, considering his words. "I imagine," he says after a moment, "that we were thinking the same thing."
There's a line he read somewhere--he can't remember now--that seems terribly appropriate right now. As the kid goes for broke, Viggo thinks with a slight smile. "If that thing isn't pushing me against a wall and fucking me, I'm not sure I want to know."
That takes a bit of parsing, but then Sean thinks he's got it. "It is," he grins slowly, "'pushing you against a wall and fucking you.'" They're there, he realizes, in the same place, and that, for someone who's strived for acting and yet avoided the actor place for years, is a big deal.
"Thank God," Viggo says and now he's a little embarrassed. "That could have been awkward, to say the least."
Sean's smile grows less speculative. "Do you know how bloody fantastic you are?" he asks, and he cups a hand around the side of Viggo's neck and kisses him. There's a lot to deal with here, potentially, but bloody fuck, it's good right now.
Viggo would tell Sean the same, but he's too busy moaning into Sean's mouth to want to pull away for anything. It's good--really really fucking good--and he's a little startled as he realizes how much he needs this, how good a nice uncomplicated fuck is going to feel.
Sean's starting to realize there's less to deal with than he thought originally. He wants Viggo badly; Viggo wants him back. He presses closer, moaning into the kiss and grinding against Viggo's hip.
Grinding back hard, Viggo reaches down and grabs Sean's hips. "Want you," he says when they finally pull back from the kiss for a moment. "Really fucking want you."
Sean gives another low groan and slides his hand around to Viggo's chest to back him up and pin him to the wall. "Just like this, hm?" he asks, and the leans in to give another hungry kiss. "Against the wall."
Pleased he read Sean right, Viggo returns the kiss hard. "Yeah," he growls, "just like this."
Brilliant. And that's all the encouragement Sean needs; he's immediately diving into Viggo's trousers, all but tearing the zip open to get to his cock. Once he's inside, Sean wraps his hand around Viggo's erection and squeezes, groaning appreciatively.
"Goddamn," Viggo gasps, thrusting up into Sean's hand. He tries to get his hands on the front of Sean's jeans but he can't and so settles for grabbing Sean's hips instead. "Got a rubber and some lube in my pocket."
"Figured," Sean huffs out, grinning before he gets too busy licking his way into Viggo's mouth again. He has condoms and lube as well, and it's amusing and not a little bit exciting that this is another area in which they were thinking exactly alike.
But that's not getting them anywhere closer to the actual fucking, so he backs off just enough to open his own jeans, watching Viggo hotly as he does it.
For a moment, Viggo considers going down to his knees; Sean's got a gorgeous cock and he wouldn't mind having it in his mouth. But right now, he's too desperate to get fucked and, from the look on Sean's face, he's not the only one.
Pulling the condom out of his pocket, Viggo tears the package open and, after a couple of appreciative strokes, rolls it onto Sean's cock. He digs out the lube, handing it to Sean before shoving his own jeans out of the way.
"Well, aren't you eager," Sean purrs, and he grabs Viggo's shoulder and spins him around, shoving his chest against the wall. He leans up against Viggo's back and whispers "I like that" before pulling back and slicking his fingers.
"How hard can you take it?" he asks, pushing one finger rather gingerly in, not wanting to hurt Viggo before he learns how much he can handle.
"Been a while," Viggo gasps, shoving back against Sean's finger. "But I like it hard once it gets going." He moans as Sean pushes another finger in. "Should warn you...I'll get incoherent here soon."
Sean has to laugh quietly at that. "I'm flattered." He likes, too, that Viggo hasn't had it in a while. It makes the need feel that much more keen. He twists his fingers, scissors them, and then pushes in with three. "God," he groans, tipping his forehead down against Viggo's shoulder, "you're so fucking hot."
"God, Sean," Viggo mumbles, pressing back against Sean's fingers in spite of the burn. "Good...fuck," he manages to get out. He already knows that this is going to be more than good; it's going to be fantastic, and he braces himself against the wall in anticipation.
That's all Sean can stand, and he pulls his fingers out and adds another dollop of lube to the outside of the condom. Just the act of spreading Viggo open has Sean nearly panting, and then he's pushing in, using steady, matter-of-fact strokes and letting out a hungry, pleased moan against Viggo's nape.
Tilting his head so his forehead rests against the wall, Viggo groans loudly as Sean first goes in. "Good," he says, hoping Sean won't take the groan for one of pain and either slow down, or God forbid, stop altogether. "Fuck...Sean...."
Sean has no intention of stopping, though. He wraps an arm around Viggo's waist tightly and starts to thrust, sharp, hard little motions that keep him nudged up against Viggo's prostate, buried deep.
Sean is fucking good at this, and Viggo doesn't really think the fact that it's been a few years is affecting his judgment any. This would be good if I'd been fucked yesterday. He lets out a rather strangled whimper as the thought plays out in his head. And it'll be even better if I get fucked like this tomorrow.
The noises Viggo's making are driving Sean crazy, all low, incoherent whimpers. He bends Viggo over a little bit more sharply and fucks him all the harder, breath hissing in and out of his clenched teeth.
"God," Viggo gasps, as his fingers scrabble against the wall. He leaves one hand splayed against the smooth paint and brings the other down to jerk himself off, groaning again as he gives himself a rough stroke.
"Fuck," Sean gets out, dragging Viggo back onto himself and thrusting that much harder. He's only just thinking it won't take much longer when it starts to build up, right at the base of his spine. When it finally hits, it's huge, and it leaves him yelling into Viggo's shoulder and then sinking his teeth in, almost growling around the patch of skin.
It's the yelling that sets Viggo off; well, that and the last hard thrusts of Sean's cock into his ass. He barely notices the biting; he's too busy coming against Sean's kitchen wall so hard his vision goes gray around the edges.
Sean wants to just lose his knees and sink to the floor, but he manages to keep standing, spreading his feet apart just a bit more.
"Christ," he whispers, nuzzling Viggo's neck. "Brilliant."
"Goddamn," Viggo mumbles as he slumps against the wall. "Yeah...brilliant." He takes a deep breath. "Really...I didn't know I needed that as much as I did."
"Here," Sean murmurs, and he grips the condom as he pulls out, dispensing with it quickly and then tugging up his jeans. "Impressive," he grins when he surveys the damage done to the wall, and he takes a tea towel up to wipe it off.
"Pent up frustrations," Viggo says with a grin as he pulls up his jeans. "You want a beer?" Even after only a month or so, it doesn't seem odd to be offering Sean a beer in his own place; they've all gotten long past the niceties of polite society.
"Sure," Sean murmurs, and then belatedly takes a pull off his. "Ugh, yeah. Like piss. Let's have cold ones." And he takes a moment to get himself to rights and wash his hands, and then he's leaning back against the counter just to watch Viggo move. "That was fantastic," he says, almost casually.
"God, yes," Viggo says getting a couple of beers out of Sean's fridge. "More than fantastic." He hands one to Sean. "And we're good? Because as fucking amazing as that was, I don't want to lose a good friend."
Smiling, Sean nods his head. Later, he'll wish he'd found the words to explain how good it was that Viggo even asked. "We're fine," he says, and shifts a little closer to run his hand down Viggo's arm. He takes a good sip of his beer and then adds, "We'll be just as fine tomorrow night, too, I think."
"It's a date," Viggo says. "You wanna see if there's a match on?" He wishes he could talk this through a little, but with guys like Sean, there are lines you don't cross, and Viggo isn't about to mess up a good thing.
If there's one thing Sean's learned in his sex life, it's that sometimes a man, even an articulate one like Viggo, just doesn't want to discuss it. And that's fine. If tomorrow night turns into a string of them, they might get into that, but this, right now, is fine the way it is.