Chapter 11 of Swimming Upstream
This is a multi-part story featuring the pairing of Sean/Viggo with multiple OTC’s and other actors. It is set in near future RL. Absolutely none of this is true nor intended for profit or harm.
Rating: Very adult (NC-17) for the most part so beware if you don’t like slash or porn
Chapter 11: Backstroke
Pairing this chapter: Viggo/Sean, mentions of Henry, plus a reference to Mike Myers
Summary: Viggo gets a script written by someone from his childhood that brings back a few memories and sets a course of action in place. This chapter - Sean has had enough.
Huge, ginormous thanks to my beta, the amazing and talented Jess aka darknight999
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Sean’s assistant dropped the news in his lap along with the script updates. “Hey your Aragorn buddy just got nominated again.” Looking down, Sean saw the wire image print outs announcing the SAG nominees. He grinned at the picture they’d chosen, certainly not one that Viggo might have suggested - no old flannel or San Lorenzo pullover in sight.
His call to Viggo later reached Henry instead. “Henry! How’s your dad then? Bought a new tux has he?” Henry’s dry response gave him a giggle although it also increased his loneliness - Viggo’s kid might not look like him but their personalities were incredibly in sync. “Is he in?”
Sean frowned as he listened to Henry detail Viggo’s schedule for the next month. With promotional trips planned to South America, Australia, and Japan plus a gallery showing in LA, Viggo was way over-committed and it was clear that Henry was concerned. “He’s going to make himself sick again.” Henry’s sigh told Sean even more than his words had.
“Bloody bugger! You tell him to call me when he comes in Henry.” Sean rang off, moving to pace with frustration. He knew Viggo tended to throw himself into projects but this was too much. Viggo had been too coy over the phone lately when discussing his schedule and Sean knew why now.
The next two weeks proved even more frustrating. Viggo had just laughed his concerns off though his voice sounded tired and raspier than usual. Orlando called to voice his own worries after his cousin Sebastian showed him pre-release photos from an upcoming interview Viggo had in Flaunt Magazine.
The photos when they arrived secretively from Sebastian literally made Sean sit down. Viggo had never looked better or worse. Each photo wrung Sean’s emotions out like fine wire. Viggo was easily as thin as he had been after Hidalgo yet the photos veered wildly between showing his fragility and inner toughness. One in particular brought the sting of tears to Sean’s eyes, his heart seared by the blazing intensity of Viggo’s eyes.
Stunned, Sean sat for a long time, his limbs paralyzed while his mind couldn’t settle down enough for even one cohesive thought. A loud laugh out in the corridor shook him out of his reverie. One core emotion broke through, hot raw anger, and it propelled him to the phone - enough was enough!
Hands clenched with the urge to grab and never let go, Sean watched as Viggo worked madly at the canvas on the floor. Dressed in only a paint-smeared pair of raggedy chinos, Viggo’s muscles stretched and shifted with every movement. Sean’s anger and anxiety grew as he took in the narrow waist and belted pants that hung much lower than normal on Viggo’s thin frame.
Pretending to be calm, Sean commented. “I hope that’s not another self-portrait. People will realize what a big head you really have.”
Viggo sprang up, his whole body suspended as he stared toward the open doorway where Sean leant. Grin spreading until he was beaming, Viggo carefully stowed the brush in its turp jar even though Sean could clearly see his hand was shaking. “So was it Henry who called you to report on me? Or Orlando?”
“Them and more. Seems like they’ve all decided you needed a keeper.” His green eyes ran down Viggo’s body, noting the stark outline of his ribs. Sean tsked loudly. “As bad as after that bloody horse flick. Christ Viggo! You’re on 5 squares from now on or I’ll know about it.”
Viggo bust out laughing and moved closer to poke at the soft middle of Sean. “Seems like you ate for me.” Yelping, Sean pushed Viggo’s finger away only to have it followed by Viggo’s whole body wrapping around him.
Paint and turp fumes filled his nose along with the salt sweet smell of Viggo’s skin as Sean pulled him in close. They stood silently, just holding on tightly for a long moment. Sean realized he had been unconsciously rubbing Viggo’s back as they swayed slowly. Viggo’s face was buried against his neck, fingers clenched tightly in Sean’s shirt.
Henry’s throat clearing brought both of their heads around. He was smirking at them as he lounged against the doorframe. “If or when you’re interested, there’s veggie lasagna in the frig. Sean - Dad has to eat a full serving. It’s pre cut so you’ll know just how much.”
Viggo’s protest was cut off by Sean’s hand. “I’ll see that he does lad. Silly bugger that he is.”
Henry’s grin grew broader as he listened. “Good. Then I’m off to Uncle Walt’s. I won’t be back for hours.” He winked at Sean and left with a wave toward his dad.
“Cheeky just like his dad, but a smart lad nonetheless.” Sean chuckled as Henry walked off. Viggo’s breath was soft against his neck. Sean nudged him gently. “I’m feeding you, then giving you a bathe, you reek.”
Silent laughter gusted hotly against his skin. “You’re such a romantic Bean.”
Viggo was almost asleep in the bath. His head lay heavy against Sean’s shoulder as Sean thoroughly scrubbed Viggo’s arms to remove the last traces of paint. Sean brushed a soft kiss against his temple, noting more gray in the wet strands. The tautness of Viggo’s cheekbones actually made him look younger and Sean laughed ruefully thinking that like a masterpiece painter’s subject Viggo ‘suffered’ beautifully.
“Mmmph Sean?” Viggo’s sleepy voice sounded as the rumbling movement of Sean’s body under his own startled him. “Hush now. Just noticing you’ve managed to muck up your home dye job again.”
Sleepy giggles met his comment and Sean reluctantly realized he needed to get them out of the tub before he couldn’t move Viggo. He shifted Viggo forward, earning a surprised murmur, then stood up and reached for the plug. As the water started draining, he turned the nozzle on, testing the water, and then used it to sluice the soapy bubbles off of them both.
Viggo sat complacently, letting Sean rinse him off and position him. His eyes could hardly stay open as Sean toweled him and sat him down on the clean sheets. Sean kissed him and whispered. “Go on to sleep luv. We’ll talk in the morning.”
As Viggo snuffled into his skin, Sean finger combed his wet hair. He could tell the moment that Viggo fell into sleep when his fingers went lax against Sean’s skin. Settling back into the sheets, Sean kept Viggo close, his own mind unable to rest.
Sean almost reached out to touch the painting but stilled his fingers in case the paint hadn’t finished drying. Instead he contented himself with losing himself in the details and colors. He had been puttering around in Viggo’s house for the last hour - too restless to lie still and too concerned that Viggo get much needed rest to stay with him. The paintings for the next show were spread all about the house, the unfinished ones in the studio kitchen.
“You like that one don’t you?” Henry’s voice cut through his haze and Sean looked around to find his grin. Sean nodded and couldn’t help joking. “Why did I think they’d be all moody and shite?” He laughed as he waved toward the canvases. “Bloody hell, that sounds arrogant don’t it?”
Snickering, Henry moved toward him. “I knew what you meant - thought they’d be all emo and angsty.” “Emo what?” Henry’s giggle sounded just like Viggo’s and made Sean laugh along. “Emo… emotional, sad, self-involved whiney, you know.”
“Ah Emo… yeh me Lorna’s got that one down.” Sean grinned again as Henry showed him another canvas that seemed to spill colors out in a gleeful profusion. “Not that your dad would ever be, uh emo, so much, but yeh I pictured lots of brown and black or something.”
Henry shook his head and laughed again. “It’s so… Christ I don’t know how to describe it really… just light and color and… I dunno…” Sean’s voice fell off as he struggled to explain how good he felt looking at them.
“Hopeful? Celebrating life? Being in love?” Henry’s smile was secretive and again Sean saw the shadow of Viggo lurking there.
Thoughtfully Sean regarded the pieces again and nodded in awe. “Yes… hopeful, full of joy, some make me want to laugh for some odd reason.” He pointed toward his favorite. “I’m buying that one before your dad can show it.”
Again, Henry gave a secretive smile but it broke off as they heard a muffled thump from down the hall, then a loud bang. Shocked they both stared at each other for a moment before Sean hurried down the hall to Viggo’s bedroom.
He saw Viggo sitting up in bed, staring desolately over at a rock that had put a nice dent in the closet door. “Vig? You all right? Had a bad dream?”
“Sean!” Viggo’s face portrayed his hopeful shock. Hurrying into the room, Sean pulled him in close and kissed his furrowed brow. “I thought I dreamed you.” Viggo’s quiet voice drove Sean to hold him tighter. Sean swallowed hard as he whispered. “Can’t have been a good dream if I got a rock tossed over it.”
Viggo’s sigh as he burrowed closer told Sean just how devastated Viggo had been when he’d awoken and thought Sean had never been there after all. “Sssh now. Henry’s back so I thought we’d feed you again.” He ran his fingers through Viggo’s hair enjoying the silkiness along his skin. He whispered again. “There’s a slice of lasagna with your name on it.”
“I’m still full from before.” Viggo’s muffled voice against his neck made Sean grin even though his skin prickled to attention from the inviting warmth. “Then you can show me what you’re showing at the gallery next week. Private tour like.”
It took a long moment but finally Viggo answered, his voice growing stronger. “Oooh private tour huh? Hmm, usually takes me a lot of convincing to do one of those… something special. You think you got something I’d like in return Bean?” Sean did laugh then, his fingers sliding down to first pinch Viggo’s arse then give it a full squeeze.
“You’ll get exactly what you deserve Vig. You’ll be begging me to have another go afterward.” Chuffing laughter met his confident claim and Viggo looked up, his crystal grey eyes shining brightly. Sean couldn’t resist one quick kiss before he disengaged them, fully aware that once they got back in this bed, they wouldn’t be leaving it for a long while.
“C’mon, piss, brush, and pants.” He laughed, this time easily, as Viggo sprang from the bed and hurried into the bathroom to comply.
Within minutes, they were back among the paintings, Viggo animatedly explaining how he was planning to display them in the gallery. As ever, Sean’s fascination with this side of Viggo’s personality captured him. While Viggo was without a doubt one of the gentlest people Sean knew, he became intensely focused when discussing something he was passionate about; the energy of it coming off him in waves.
Sean remembered the first time he’d seen it in action over in New Zealand, the conviction and forcefulness in Viggo’s voice and demeanor as he argued a scene with Peter, Fran, and Phillippa. The respect given his opinion by them and the rest of the production crew was evident to the rest of the cast; as Elijah said ‘here was Aragorn, their leader’. He grinned remembering how frustrated Sean Astin would get when his own ideas fell on deaf ears. Sean could again hear Billy’s mild comment “Peter has to listen to the King not the gardener”.
When Viggo walked right passed his favorite, Sean pulled him back. Wrapping himself around Viggo’s back, Sean positioned them in front of it. “I don’t know if this one’s done, but you’re selling it to me.”
A cackle met his statement and Sean could feel Viggo’s body shake with it. “Oh yeah? Says you?”
Chuckling along, Sean dug his chin into Viggo’s shoulder as he gazed at the painting again. “Yup. Says me.”
They stood there together staring at it for a long moment. Viggo’s body pressing back into Sean’s solidly. Sean tilted his head to see Viggo smiling that same damn sneaky smile Henry had worn earlier. “Christ you and Henry both. What’s so funny about me liking this one?”
A quick kiss was his answer. Viggo’s hands covered his own where Sean held him around the waist. “He knows its yours.”
Not understanding, Sean stared at it then back at Viggo who was still smiling that little smile even though his cheeks were now flushed a bit in embarrassment. “Mine?”
Nodding, Viggo started to point out elements of the painting and Sean’s throat grew tight as he realized the painting was indeed his - how Viggo saw him, phrases with hidden meaning shared between them, even symbols of his beloved Blades. Summing it up, Viggo again said softly. “Yours.”
Too choked up to speak, Sean simply pulled him in closer, Viggo turning so he could cradle Sean’s face as he pressed soft kisses to Sean’s temple. “Mine.” Grinning, Viggo kissed him again, this time nudging Sean’s mouth open with his tongue. Warmth flooded his body as Viggo’s tongue tangled with his own, claiming him.
When they broke for air, Viggo spoke again. “Not planning to show that one by the way.” Sean pushed his erection against Viggo’s own. “You bet your arse you’re not.” He grinned at Viggo’s answering smile. “I think the tour is concluded.”
“You think so?” Viggo’s hips rocked easily into Sean’s, eyes shuttering at the welcome heat and friction. Sean bit Viggo’s bottom lip, tugging it gently. “Oh yeh. I’ve got to pay my commission fee to my artist now.”
With an excited groan, Viggo let go and grabbed Sean’s hand to pull him out of the room and back down to his bedroom. As they walked past Henry who was working on his bass, Viggo yelled. “Better wear your headphones!” Sean blushed beet red as Henry whistled and clapped.
In retaliation, he wrestled Viggo down onto the bed after shutting the door loudly. “I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again you wanker!” Viggo’s gleeful grin met his narrowed gaze. “Here I was gonna be quite nice to you, reward you for my lovely painting, and then you have to go and do that. You’ll be lucky if I even let you come.”
Viggo tried to give him a puppy dog stare but his cackling laughter broke the look. But his next statement broke through the teasing. “I missed the weight of you on me.”
Leaning down to kiss him softly, Sean murmured quietly. “I missed that too. Weight of you sleeping against me. Sound of you breathing.” Viggo’s fingers tightened against his shirt with each word.
Their next kiss started out slow, tasting and finding again that unique mix of flavors and textures that defined them. By the end of it, Sean was having a hard time keeping in control; his erection felt like it was going to break his zipper and the matching hardness pressing up against his hip showed Viggo was in the same shape.
Pressing one last quick kiss, he lifted up to his knees, fingers going to his shirt. Tossing it off, he blushed to see Viggo’s grin as the sight of his belly bulge. Giving the fuller skin a small rub, he commented wryly. “Almost went back on my promise to the girls to stop smoking when I tried on one of my favorite suits and the buttons near popped.”
“I like your belly.” Viggo’s fingers ran over his skin, sending delightful shivers up Sean’s spine. “Can’t wait to rub my cock against it.”
With a snort, Sean moved to unbutton his jeans. “Trust you to judge by your cock. Give a new meaning to ‘get in ma belly’” Sean rolled his voice to mimic Fat Bastard which made Viggo cackle again, his head going back in glee. Sean knew he’d be repeating it at some point down the road when Sean least expected it, probably in front of others where Sean would be gasping for air to avoid laughing himself silly and everyone would stare in confusion over why that particular expression warranted their humor.
While waiting for Viggo to recover, Sean finished pulling his pants off, taking a breath of relief as his cock was freed from it’s prison. He gave a pleased hiss when Viggo’s fingers tickled over his balls. He rocked his hips to encourage Viggo to do more.
Viggo’s grin made his cock throb hard. At the crook of Viggo’s fingers, Sean eagerly moved up, settling with his thighs spread and tucked under Viggo’s arms. He lifted and leaned forward, only stopping when Viggo’s tongue licked a broad swipe along the underside of his cock.
Cursing under his breath, Sean held himself in place as Viggo’s wicked mouth circled and teased around the tip of his cock. Pressing himself forward, he watched avidly as full lips sucked him in inch by inch. The wet heat of it tore a groan along with an uncontrollable hip surge.
“Ah fuck, fuck, ah Viggo, Viggo.” Sean couldn’t help the spill of words as he felt his cock grow even harder. Viggo’s fingers were already back and teasing at his balls. He felt Viggo take him deeper, felt his hand urging Sean to move. Rocking slowly, Sean panted softly as he watched his slicked cock shift and stroke within Viggo’s mouth. His arms were starting to shake as he held back the overriding desire to just thrust and thrust. Viggo’s fingers pressing up behind his balls wasn’t helping and he growled back demanding that Viggo slow down, slow down so he wouldn’t come like a schoolboy.
Viggo’s cheeks hollowed as he began sucking more earnestly and Sean bit back a whine as his balls tightened further. Helplessly, he gave a few shallow thrusts, unable to hold it back any longer. His thighs tightened and he moved faster, pushing into the tight cling of lips and cheek muscles.
Just as he thought he’d managed to control the pace, a sly finger pressed up hard against his perineum and Sean howled as he thrust erratically once, again, twice, and then held himself still as his climax ripped through him. He held himself over Viggo, watching the greedy swallows and obscene suck that made him moan helplessly, his hips shivering with the tiny shockwaves zinging along his spine.
Sean had to pull himself away from Viggo’s tongue, which continued to lap at him. He threw himself down near Viggo’s side, pulling him close but not kissing him, just breathing into the warmth of his skin.
After contortions to remove his own pants Viggo sprawled over him, Sean grunting a bit at the feel of bony hip pressing against his skin. He reached down and pulled Viggo’s leg up, forcing his thick cock to ride on Sean’s sweaty belly. Sean grinned to hear the urgent gasp in Viggo’s voice as he reacted to this new position by grinding his cock against Sean.
Sean began to suck and bite along Viggo’s neck even as Viggo’s body pushed and rode against his own. He wanted to chuckle at the high-pitched whine Viggo was making but he knew his own utterings had been just as anxious.
Viggo’s hips were grinding fiercely now, their skin slapping together wetly. Sean looked up to see Viggo’s eyes almost closed, mouth open as he panted hotly, body taking over their dance. Sean bit down hard at the taut cord at the joint connecting Viggo’s neck and shoulder, feeling as well as hearing the yell of completion. Hot pulses of sticky cum shot across his belly as Viggo shuddered above him. Sean licked the bite mark apologetically; tongue caressing his mark over and over.
Viggo essentially collapsed over him, limbs askew as he nestled into Sean’s warmth, ignoring the sweat and stick joining them. Sean moved his hands to stroke over Viggo’s back, feeling him hum in pleasure with each one.
He couldn’t hold back the chuckle of delight. “Is that a purr I hear Viggo?”
Sleepy, sated eyes met his own. “Maybe… Don’t stop.” Sean laughed again, his chuckle soft and loving. “I can’t believe you really did fuck my belly.”
“Ahhummm, it was just right.” Viggo gave his soft middle a little squeeze.
Sean laughed softly again, shaking his head before he moved and positioned them despite Viggo’s protests. “Well I know I’m a good cushion now, but your hipbones could dig a hole to China they’re so sharp.” He grunted as Viggo’s elbow found another sensitive spot though it was more for effect.
He could feel the heaviness of Viggo’s body growing, sleep apparently overtaking him again. “Poor old man, need another nap do yeh?”
In response, Viggo just tightened his hold on Sean. “Stay with me this time. Don’t wanna wake up alone.”
Just like that, Sean felt the hot sting of tears burn his eyes. “Shush now. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He stroked tousled hair, feeling Viggo relax again. “Sleep now. I’ve got a good half stone to burn off when you wake back up.”
Viggo’s giggle was hidden by flesh and sleepiness. Again, Sean murmured to him, fingers gentle stroking as Viggo fell back asleep. “We have some time…”
TBC
Rating: Very adult (NC-17) for the most part so beware if you don’t like slash or porn
Chapter 11: Backstroke
Pairing this chapter: Viggo/Sean, mentions of Henry, plus a reference to Mike Myers
Summary: Viggo gets a script written by someone from his childhood that brings back a few memories and sets a course of action in place. This chapter - Sean has had enough.
Huge, ginormous thanks to my beta, the amazing and talented Jess aka darknight999
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Sean’s assistant dropped the news in his lap along with the script updates. “Hey your Aragorn buddy just got nominated again.” Looking down, Sean saw the wire image print outs announcing the SAG nominees. He grinned at the picture they’d chosen, certainly not one that Viggo might have suggested - no old flannel or San Lorenzo pullover in sight.
His call to Viggo later reached Henry instead. “Henry! How’s your dad then? Bought a new tux has he?” Henry’s dry response gave him a giggle although it also increased his loneliness - Viggo’s kid might not look like him but their personalities were incredibly in sync. “Is he in?”
Sean frowned as he listened to Henry detail Viggo’s schedule for the next month. With promotional trips planned to South America, Australia, and Japan plus a gallery showing in LA, Viggo was way over-committed and it was clear that Henry was concerned. “He’s going to make himself sick again.” Henry’s sigh told Sean even more than his words had.
“Bloody bugger! You tell him to call me when he comes in Henry.” Sean rang off, moving to pace with frustration. He knew Viggo tended to throw himself into projects but this was too much. Viggo had been too coy over the phone lately when discussing his schedule and Sean knew why now.
The next two weeks proved even more frustrating. Viggo had just laughed his concerns off though his voice sounded tired and raspier than usual. Orlando called to voice his own worries after his cousin Sebastian showed him pre-release photos from an upcoming interview Viggo had in Flaunt Magazine.
The photos when they arrived secretively from Sebastian literally made Sean sit down. Viggo had never looked better or worse. Each photo wrung Sean’s emotions out like fine wire. Viggo was easily as thin as he had been after Hidalgo yet the photos veered wildly between showing his fragility and inner toughness. One in particular brought the sting of tears to Sean’s eyes, his heart seared by the blazing intensity of Viggo’s eyes.
Stunned, Sean sat for a long time, his limbs paralyzed while his mind couldn’t settle down enough for even one cohesive thought. A loud laugh out in the corridor shook him out of his reverie. One core emotion broke through, hot raw anger, and it propelled him to the phone - enough was enough!
Hands clenched with the urge to grab and never let go, Sean watched as Viggo worked madly at the canvas on the floor. Dressed in only a paint-smeared pair of raggedy chinos, Viggo’s muscles stretched and shifted with every movement. Sean’s anger and anxiety grew as he took in the narrow waist and belted pants that hung much lower than normal on Viggo’s thin frame.
Pretending to be calm, Sean commented. “I hope that’s not another self-portrait. People will realize what a big head you really have.”
Viggo sprang up, his whole body suspended as he stared toward the open doorway where Sean leant. Grin spreading until he was beaming, Viggo carefully stowed the brush in its turp jar even though Sean could clearly see his hand was shaking. “So was it Henry who called you to report on me? Or Orlando?”
“Them and more. Seems like they’ve all decided you needed a keeper.” His green eyes ran down Viggo’s body, noting the stark outline of his ribs. Sean tsked loudly. “As bad as after that bloody horse flick. Christ Viggo! You’re on 5 squares from now on or I’ll know about it.”
Viggo bust out laughing and moved closer to poke at the soft middle of Sean. “Seems like you ate for me.” Yelping, Sean pushed Viggo’s finger away only to have it followed by Viggo’s whole body wrapping around him.
Paint and turp fumes filled his nose along with the salt sweet smell of Viggo’s skin as Sean pulled him in close. They stood silently, just holding on tightly for a long moment. Sean realized he had been unconsciously rubbing Viggo’s back as they swayed slowly. Viggo’s face was buried against his neck, fingers clenched tightly in Sean’s shirt.
Henry’s throat clearing brought both of their heads around. He was smirking at them as he lounged against the doorframe. “If or when you’re interested, there’s veggie lasagna in the frig. Sean - Dad has to eat a full serving. It’s pre cut so you’ll know just how much.”
Viggo’s protest was cut off by Sean’s hand. “I’ll see that he does lad. Silly bugger that he is.”
Henry’s grin grew broader as he listened. “Good. Then I’m off to Uncle Walt’s. I won’t be back for hours.” He winked at Sean and left with a wave toward his dad.
“Cheeky just like his dad, but a smart lad nonetheless.” Sean chuckled as Henry walked off. Viggo’s breath was soft against his neck. Sean nudged him gently. “I’m feeding you, then giving you a bathe, you reek.”
Silent laughter gusted hotly against his skin. “You’re such a romantic Bean.”
Viggo was almost asleep in the bath. His head lay heavy against Sean’s shoulder as Sean thoroughly scrubbed Viggo’s arms to remove the last traces of paint. Sean brushed a soft kiss against his temple, noting more gray in the wet strands. The tautness of Viggo’s cheekbones actually made him look younger and Sean laughed ruefully thinking that like a masterpiece painter’s subject Viggo ‘suffered’ beautifully.
“Mmmph Sean?” Viggo’s sleepy voice sounded as the rumbling movement of Sean’s body under his own startled him. “Hush now. Just noticing you’ve managed to muck up your home dye job again.”
Sleepy giggles met his comment and Sean reluctantly realized he needed to get them out of the tub before he couldn’t move Viggo. He shifted Viggo forward, earning a surprised murmur, then stood up and reached for the plug. As the water started draining, he turned the nozzle on, testing the water, and then used it to sluice the soapy bubbles off of them both.
Viggo sat complacently, letting Sean rinse him off and position him. His eyes could hardly stay open as Sean toweled him and sat him down on the clean sheets. Sean kissed him and whispered. “Go on to sleep luv. We’ll talk in the morning.”
As Viggo snuffled into his skin, Sean finger combed his wet hair. He could tell the moment that Viggo fell into sleep when his fingers went lax against Sean’s skin. Settling back into the sheets, Sean kept Viggo close, his own mind unable to rest.
Sean almost reached out to touch the painting but stilled his fingers in case the paint hadn’t finished drying. Instead he contented himself with losing himself in the details and colors. He had been puttering around in Viggo’s house for the last hour - too restless to lie still and too concerned that Viggo get much needed rest to stay with him. The paintings for the next show were spread all about the house, the unfinished ones in the studio kitchen.
“You like that one don’t you?” Henry’s voice cut through his haze and Sean looked around to find his grin. Sean nodded and couldn’t help joking. “Why did I think they’d be all moody and shite?” He laughed as he waved toward the canvases. “Bloody hell, that sounds arrogant don’t it?”
Snickering, Henry moved toward him. “I knew what you meant - thought they’d be all emo and angsty.” “Emo what?” Henry’s giggle sounded just like Viggo’s and made Sean laugh along. “Emo… emotional, sad, self-involved whiney, you know.”
“Ah Emo… yeh me Lorna’s got that one down.” Sean grinned again as Henry showed him another canvas that seemed to spill colors out in a gleeful profusion. “Not that your dad would ever be, uh emo, so much, but yeh I pictured lots of brown and black or something.”
Henry shook his head and laughed again. “It’s so… Christ I don’t know how to describe it really… just light and color and… I dunno…” Sean’s voice fell off as he struggled to explain how good he felt looking at them.
“Hopeful? Celebrating life? Being in love?” Henry’s smile was secretive and again Sean saw the shadow of Viggo lurking there.
Thoughtfully Sean regarded the pieces again and nodded in awe. “Yes… hopeful, full of joy, some make me want to laugh for some odd reason.” He pointed toward his favorite. “I’m buying that one before your dad can show it.”
Again, Henry gave a secretive smile but it broke off as they heard a muffled thump from down the hall, then a loud bang. Shocked they both stared at each other for a moment before Sean hurried down the hall to Viggo’s bedroom.
He saw Viggo sitting up in bed, staring desolately over at a rock that had put a nice dent in the closet door. “Vig? You all right? Had a bad dream?”
“Sean!” Viggo’s face portrayed his hopeful shock. Hurrying into the room, Sean pulled him in close and kissed his furrowed brow. “I thought I dreamed you.” Viggo’s quiet voice drove Sean to hold him tighter. Sean swallowed hard as he whispered. “Can’t have been a good dream if I got a rock tossed over it.”
Viggo’s sigh as he burrowed closer told Sean just how devastated Viggo had been when he’d awoken and thought Sean had never been there after all. “Sssh now. Henry’s back so I thought we’d feed you again.” He ran his fingers through Viggo’s hair enjoying the silkiness along his skin. He whispered again. “There’s a slice of lasagna with your name on it.”
“I’m still full from before.” Viggo’s muffled voice against his neck made Sean grin even though his skin prickled to attention from the inviting warmth. “Then you can show me what you’re showing at the gallery next week. Private tour like.”
It took a long moment but finally Viggo answered, his voice growing stronger. “Oooh private tour huh? Hmm, usually takes me a lot of convincing to do one of those… something special. You think you got something I’d like in return Bean?” Sean did laugh then, his fingers sliding down to first pinch Viggo’s arse then give it a full squeeze.
“You’ll get exactly what you deserve Vig. You’ll be begging me to have another go afterward.” Chuffing laughter met his confident claim and Viggo looked up, his crystal grey eyes shining brightly. Sean couldn’t resist one quick kiss before he disengaged them, fully aware that once they got back in this bed, they wouldn’t be leaving it for a long while.
“C’mon, piss, brush, and pants.” He laughed, this time easily, as Viggo sprang from the bed and hurried into the bathroom to comply.
Within minutes, they were back among the paintings, Viggo animatedly explaining how he was planning to display them in the gallery. As ever, Sean’s fascination with this side of Viggo’s personality captured him. While Viggo was without a doubt one of the gentlest people Sean knew, he became intensely focused when discussing something he was passionate about; the energy of it coming off him in waves.
Sean remembered the first time he’d seen it in action over in New Zealand, the conviction and forcefulness in Viggo’s voice and demeanor as he argued a scene with Peter, Fran, and Phillippa. The respect given his opinion by them and the rest of the production crew was evident to the rest of the cast; as Elijah said ‘here was Aragorn, their leader’. He grinned remembering how frustrated Sean Astin would get when his own ideas fell on deaf ears. Sean could again hear Billy’s mild comment “Peter has to listen to the King not the gardener”.
When Viggo walked right passed his favorite, Sean pulled him back. Wrapping himself around Viggo’s back, Sean positioned them in front of it. “I don’t know if this one’s done, but you’re selling it to me.”
A cackle met his statement and Sean could feel Viggo’s body shake with it. “Oh yeah? Says you?”
Chuckling along, Sean dug his chin into Viggo’s shoulder as he gazed at the painting again. “Yup. Says me.”
They stood there together staring at it for a long moment. Viggo’s body pressing back into Sean’s solidly. Sean tilted his head to see Viggo smiling that same damn sneaky smile Henry had worn earlier. “Christ you and Henry both. What’s so funny about me liking this one?”
A quick kiss was his answer. Viggo’s hands covered his own where Sean held him around the waist. “He knows its yours.”
Not understanding, Sean stared at it then back at Viggo who was still smiling that little smile even though his cheeks were now flushed a bit in embarrassment. “Mine?”
Nodding, Viggo started to point out elements of the painting and Sean’s throat grew tight as he realized the painting was indeed his - how Viggo saw him, phrases with hidden meaning shared between them, even symbols of his beloved Blades. Summing it up, Viggo again said softly. “Yours.”
Too choked up to speak, Sean simply pulled him in closer, Viggo turning so he could cradle Sean’s face as he pressed soft kisses to Sean’s temple. “Mine.” Grinning, Viggo kissed him again, this time nudging Sean’s mouth open with his tongue. Warmth flooded his body as Viggo’s tongue tangled with his own, claiming him.
When they broke for air, Viggo spoke again. “Not planning to show that one by the way.” Sean pushed his erection against Viggo’s own. “You bet your arse you’re not.” He grinned at Viggo’s answering smile. “I think the tour is concluded.”
“You think so?” Viggo’s hips rocked easily into Sean’s, eyes shuttering at the welcome heat and friction. Sean bit Viggo’s bottom lip, tugging it gently. “Oh yeh. I’ve got to pay my commission fee to my artist now.”
With an excited groan, Viggo let go and grabbed Sean’s hand to pull him out of the room and back down to his bedroom. As they walked past Henry who was working on his bass, Viggo yelled. “Better wear your headphones!” Sean blushed beet red as Henry whistled and clapped.
In retaliation, he wrestled Viggo down onto the bed after shutting the door loudly. “I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again you wanker!” Viggo’s gleeful grin met his narrowed gaze. “Here I was gonna be quite nice to you, reward you for my lovely painting, and then you have to go and do that. You’ll be lucky if I even let you come.”
Viggo tried to give him a puppy dog stare but his cackling laughter broke the look. But his next statement broke through the teasing. “I missed the weight of you on me.”
Leaning down to kiss him softly, Sean murmured quietly. “I missed that too. Weight of you sleeping against me. Sound of you breathing.” Viggo’s fingers tightened against his shirt with each word.
Their next kiss started out slow, tasting and finding again that unique mix of flavors and textures that defined them. By the end of it, Sean was having a hard time keeping in control; his erection felt like it was going to break his zipper and the matching hardness pressing up against his hip showed Viggo was in the same shape.
Pressing one last quick kiss, he lifted up to his knees, fingers going to his shirt. Tossing it off, he blushed to see Viggo’s grin as the sight of his belly bulge. Giving the fuller skin a small rub, he commented wryly. “Almost went back on my promise to the girls to stop smoking when I tried on one of my favorite suits and the buttons near popped.”
“I like your belly.” Viggo’s fingers ran over his skin, sending delightful shivers up Sean’s spine. “Can’t wait to rub my cock against it.”
With a snort, Sean moved to unbutton his jeans. “Trust you to judge by your cock. Give a new meaning to ‘get in ma belly’” Sean rolled his voice to mimic Fat Bastard which made Viggo cackle again, his head going back in glee. Sean knew he’d be repeating it at some point down the road when Sean least expected it, probably in front of others where Sean would be gasping for air to avoid laughing himself silly and everyone would stare in confusion over why that particular expression warranted their humor.
While waiting for Viggo to recover, Sean finished pulling his pants off, taking a breath of relief as his cock was freed from it’s prison. He gave a pleased hiss when Viggo’s fingers tickled over his balls. He rocked his hips to encourage Viggo to do more.
Viggo’s grin made his cock throb hard. At the crook of Viggo’s fingers, Sean eagerly moved up, settling with his thighs spread and tucked under Viggo’s arms. He lifted and leaned forward, only stopping when Viggo’s tongue licked a broad swipe along the underside of his cock.
Cursing under his breath, Sean held himself in place as Viggo’s wicked mouth circled and teased around the tip of his cock. Pressing himself forward, he watched avidly as full lips sucked him in inch by inch. The wet heat of it tore a groan along with an uncontrollable hip surge.
“Ah fuck, fuck, ah Viggo, Viggo.” Sean couldn’t help the spill of words as he felt his cock grow even harder. Viggo’s fingers were already back and teasing at his balls. He felt Viggo take him deeper, felt his hand urging Sean to move. Rocking slowly, Sean panted softly as he watched his slicked cock shift and stroke within Viggo’s mouth. His arms were starting to shake as he held back the overriding desire to just thrust and thrust. Viggo’s fingers pressing up behind his balls wasn’t helping and he growled back demanding that Viggo slow down, slow down so he wouldn’t come like a schoolboy.
Viggo’s cheeks hollowed as he began sucking more earnestly and Sean bit back a whine as his balls tightened further. Helplessly, he gave a few shallow thrusts, unable to hold it back any longer. His thighs tightened and he moved faster, pushing into the tight cling of lips and cheek muscles.
Just as he thought he’d managed to control the pace, a sly finger pressed up hard against his perineum and Sean howled as he thrust erratically once, again, twice, and then held himself still as his climax ripped through him. He held himself over Viggo, watching the greedy swallows and obscene suck that made him moan helplessly, his hips shivering with the tiny shockwaves zinging along his spine.
Sean had to pull himself away from Viggo’s tongue, which continued to lap at him. He threw himself down near Viggo’s side, pulling him close but not kissing him, just breathing into the warmth of his skin.
After contortions to remove his own pants Viggo sprawled over him, Sean grunting a bit at the feel of bony hip pressing against his skin. He reached down and pulled Viggo’s leg up, forcing his thick cock to ride on Sean’s sweaty belly. Sean grinned to hear the urgent gasp in Viggo’s voice as he reacted to this new position by grinding his cock against Sean.
Sean began to suck and bite along Viggo’s neck even as Viggo’s body pushed and rode against his own. He wanted to chuckle at the high-pitched whine Viggo was making but he knew his own utterings had been just as anxious.
Viggo’s hips were grinding fiercely now, their skin slapping together wetly. Sean looked up to see Viggo’s eyes almost closed, mouth open as he panted hotly, body taking over their dance. Sean bit down hard at the taut cord at the joint connecting Viggo’s neck and shoulder, feeling as well as hearing the yell of completion. Hot pulses of sticky cum shot across his belly as Viggo shuddered above him. Sean licked the bite mark apologetically; tongue caressing his mark over and over.
Viggo essentially collapsed over him, limbs askew as he nestled into Sean’s warmth, ignoring the sweat and stick joining them. Sean moved his hands to stroke over Viggo’s back, feeling him hum in pleasure with each one.
He couldn’t hold back the chuckle of delight. “Is that a purr I hear Viggo?”
Sleepy, sated eyes met his own. “Maybe… Don’t stop.” Sean laughed again, his chuckle soft and loving. “I can’t believe you really did fuck my belly.”
“Ahhummm, it was just right.” Viggo gave his soft middle a little squeeze.
Sean laughed softly again, shaking his head before he moved and positioned them despite Viggo’s protests. “Well I know I’m a good cushion now, but your hipbones could dig a hole to China they’re so sharp.” He grunted as Viggo’s elbow found another sensitive spot though it was more for effect.
He could feel the heaviness of Viggo’s body growing, sleep apparently overtaking him again. “Poor old man, need another nap do yeh?”
In response, Viggo just tightened his hold on Sean. “Stay with me this time. Don’t wanna wake up alone.”
Just like that, Sean felt the hot sting of tears burn his eyes. “Shush now. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He stroked tousled hair, feeling Viggo relax again. “Sleep now. I’ve got a good half stone to burn off when you wake back up.”
Viggo’s giggle was hidden by flesh and sleepiness. Again, Sean murmured to him, fingers gentle stroking as Viggo fell back asleep. “We have some time…”
TBC