Cathartical Slash
Oct. 13th, 2003 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moldavaI am getting quite good at this, exorcising annoyment through slash writing *g*
My boss: "Would you like to be part of the committee that will organize the staff Xmas party?"
Me: "No, I'd rather not, I've already too much on my hands and it's not the kind of thing I really am good at working at."
My boss: "Good, I'm putting your name down then. First meeting's next Monday."
Me: "Great, I think I'll be coming down with the flu next Monday."
This fic came out of that, and no, it really ends like this cause I'm pissed.
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moldava
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Notes: unbeta'ed and I really didn't edit properly, sorry for any major mistake, I'm not this sloppy usually-
Title: Three days
Day One
Sean went from sleep to wakefulness in a matter of seconds, which was unusual for him.
He burrowed his face into the pillow, trying to understand what had woken him up.
And he knew immediately… His body was still pulsing, small tremors coursing through his muscles in the aftershock of what must have been a powerful orgasm, spilled into sheet and mattress.
He kept his eyes tightly shut, and the pillow hid the hot blush that spread across his face as he remembered the dream that had caused this.
He'd been lying on his back and Viggo, the new Aragorn, a guy to whom he'd been introduced just the day before, had been sitting astride him, strong knees and thighs pressing against his sides as he leisurely rubbed their hard cocks together, ignoring Sean's pleas for faster, harder, more.
He hugged the pillow, the dream still as real and vivid to his senses as the warm wetness in which he was lying.
***
Viggo turned from the mirror in front of which he'd been sitting, ready to greet Sean, who shared the trailer with him and who'd just come in.
He frowned perplexed as Sean stepped in, took one look at Viggo and started blushing crimson under his very eyes.
He certainly couldn't boast a good knowledge of his castmate yet, he'd met him just the day before, but he hadn't seemed such a shy, emotional type.
Viggo knew that a lot of people considered him a weird character and tended to act wary around him, but he was pretty sure he had done nothing that he knew of to embarrass Sean.
Day Two
Sean came awake slowly, a feeling of discomfort prodding his consciousness to the surface and chasing sleep away.
He rolled onto his back, trying to ease the pressure in his groin. He was so hard that he ached and this had woken him up from another hot dream, this time before it could reach its climax.
He closed his eyes and called back from the mists of sleep the feeling of Viggo's body spooned behind him, the chest hair tickling his back, the hardness pressed against his ass, Viggo's hand working on his cock. Sean's hand crept down, while his mind filled up the parts of the dream he'd lost, until fantasy Viggo tumbled him off the edge. Again.
***
Viggo sat down by Sean's side at a table in the food tent and watched intrigued as Sean blushed and spilled his coffee as their eyes met. Sean's gaze lowered to the hand Viggo had reached out to help him clean the mess and he blushed even more, mumbling an excuse and rushing off.
Curioser and curioser, Viggo thought, consideringly.
Day Three
His first day off since he'd arrived in New Zealand dawned misty but bright.
Viggo stared out of the window at the peculiar foggy light and then looked around the sitting room, where his stuff was still stacked waiting to be sorted out and put away.
No contest, he thought smiling to himself.
He bent down to retrieve a camera from an open padded bag and grabbed a sweater. A trek outside was just the thing, he thought, tidying up could wait.
He could walk up to Sean's house and find out whether his British cast mate preferred tea or coffee in the morning. An invigorating trek and a steaming cup of either beverage in good company sounded awfully inviting right now.
And it would be a great opportunity to get to know Sean better, to study him and try to understand what was going on with him. Viggo grinned impishly. Sean Bean blushing like a coy maiden every time he saw him in the morning… Just what had he - Viggo - been doing to get that reaction? That was what he wanted to know.
***
Sean had dragged himself down to the kitchen after a restless night. Ratty pijamas pants, an old worn sweater, bleary eyes, hair on end... No hot blissful dreams this night, no solitary but satisfactory climax.
He'd started thinking about Viggo as soon as he'd thrown himself down on the bed, and sleep had eluded him while he kept tossing and turning, fully awake, thinking of the ways he wanted Viggo to do him.
He'd jerked himself furiously, several times, but the heat, the wanting hadn't left him and he was finding it hard to focus on the simplest things. His thoughts were chasing each other around in his mind like rats trapped in a maze. And Viggo Mortensen was the maze in which he'd lost himself, thought Sean, as he measured a large dose of coffee into the percolator.
The knock on the window startled him and for a moment, as he stared at Viggo through the glass, he almost believed his obsession had gone overboard and that his visions of Viggo had moved from sleep to wakefulness.
But the vision offered a friendly grin and waved, which was not exactly what Viggo had been doing in Sean's dreams, and Sean reluctantly motioned Viggo to the front door and went to let him in.
Sean was not happy about this morning visit. Yes, he knew it made sense on Viggo's part... First day off set, stopping by to bond with the cast mate that lived closest and who was about the same age... Yes, he should have expected this visit. But his nerves were too raw and frazzled this morning for him to be able to cope with Viggo as a mate and keep himself in check.
***
Viggo was once again perplexed at the Sean Bean who confronted him this morning. Not the shy, embarrassed mate who'd blushed so intriguingly, but an angry, silent man with a tired, shuttered face.
The man was an enigma, and one he wanted very much to solve, thought Viggo, as he followed Sean back to the kitchen, his eyes lingering on the way the worn, almost threadbare cotton of Sean's pijamas bottoms hugged his ass.
Viggo studied Sean openly as Sean stared fixedly at the percolator, waiting for it to finish spluttering.
***
Sean felt the steady weight of Viggo's gaze almost physically. And the thought of those eyes boring into him, maybe seeing through him, uncovering those thoughts that boiled inside him, did nothing for his already short temper.
"What?" he snarled, turning to Viggo.
Viggo didn't even flinch, he kept staring at Sean, his eyes now looking straight through Sean's eyes as if they were a window leading into an unknown landscape, and Sean' s temper snapped.
He covered the distance between himself and Viggo in one single stride and slammed him into the kitchen counter, grinding his thinly clad groin against Viggo's pelvis, the friction produced by the denim and by the solid mass it covered immediately calling to the surface the unsated wanting that had tormented Sean the whole night.
Viggo stared fascinated at the clues in Sean's face... eyes squeezed shut, skin not blushing anymore but almost too pale, mouth contorted in an expression verging on pain.
His hands unconsciously lifted to touch, fingertips gently exploring clues and piecing them together, until they settled on Sean's lips, thumbs genty tracing and smoothing them until green eyes opened and looked into Viggo' s eyes.
And in that green depth, Viggo found the most important clues of all... loneliness, confusion, wanting... all enigmas he could solve. He had the answers, he could share them with Sean, he thought, as he dragged Sean's mouth down on his own and brought him home.
My boss: "Would you like to be part of the committee that will organize the staff Xmas party?"
Me: "No, I'd rather not, I've already too much on my hands and it's not the kind of thing I really am good at working at."
My boss: "Good, I'm putting your name down then. First meeting's next Monday."
Me: "Great, I think I'll be coming down with the flu next Monday."
This fic came out of that, and no, it really ends like this cause I'm pissed.
Author:
moldavaPairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Notes: unbeta'ed and I really didn't edit properly, sorry for any major mistake, I'm not this sloppy usually-
Title: Three days
Day One
Sean went from sleep to wakefulness in a matter of seconds, which was unusual for him.
He burrowed his face into the pillow, trying to understand what had woken him up.
And he knew immediately… His body was still pulsing, small tremors coursing through his muscles in the aftershock of what must have been a powerful orgasm, spilled into sheet and mattress.
He kept his eyes tightly shut, and the pillow hid the hot blush that spread across his face as he remembered the dream that had caused this.
He'd been lying on his back and Viggo, the new Aragorn, a guy to whom he'd been introduced just the day before, had been sitting astride him, strong knees and thighs pressing against his sides as he leisurely rubbed their hard cocks together, ignoring Sean's pleas for faster, harder, more.
He hugged the pillow, the dream still as real and vivid to his senses as the warm wetness in which he was lying.
***
Viggo turned from the mirror in front of which he'd been sitting, ready to greet Sean, who shared the trailer with him and who'd just come in.
He frowned perplexed as Sean stepped in, took one look at Viggo and started blushing crimson under his very eyes.
He certainly couldn't boast a good knowledge of his castmate yet, he'd met him just the day before, but he hadn't seemed such a shy, emotional type.
Viggo knew that a lot of people considered him a weird character and tended to act wary around him, but he was pretty sure he had done nothing that he knew of to embarrass Sean.
Day Two
Sean came awake slowly, a feeling of discomfort prodding his consciousness to the surface and chasing sleep away.
He rolled onto his back, trying to ease the pressure in his groin. He was so hard that he ached and this had woken him up from another hot dream, this time before it could reach its climax.
He closed his eyes and called back from the mists of sleep the feeling of Viggo's body spooned behind him, the chest hair tickling his back, the hardness pressed against his ass, Viggo's hand working on his cock. Sean's hand crept down, while his mind filled up the parts of the dream he'd lost, until fantasy Viggo tumbled him off the edge. Again.
***
Viggo sat down by Sean's side at a table in the food tent and watched intrigued as Sean blushed and spilled his coffee as their eyes met. Sean's gaze lowered to the hand Viggo had reached out to help him clean the mess and he blushed even more, mumbling an excuse and rushing off.
Curioser and curioser, Viggo thought, consideringly.
Day Three
His first day off since he'd arrived in New Zealand dawned misty but bright.
Viggo stared out of the window at the peculiar foggy light and then looked around the sitting room, where his stuff was still stacked waiting to be sorted out and put away.
No contest, he thought smiling to himself.
He bent down to retrieve a camera from an open padded bag and grabbed a sweater. A trek outside was just the thing, he thought, tidying up could wait.
He could walk up to Sean's house and find out whether his British cast mate preferred tea or coffee in the morning. An invigorating trek and a steaming cup of either beverage in good company sounded awfully inviting right now.
And it would be a great opportunity to get to know Sean better, to study him and try to understand what was going on with him. Viggo grinned impishly. Sean Bean blushing like a coy maiden every time he saw him in the morning… Just what had he - Viggo - been doing to get that reaction? That was what he wanted to know.
***
Sean had dragged himself down to the kitchen after a restless night. Ratty pijamas pants, an old worn sweater, bleary eyes, hair on end... No hot blissful dreams this night, no solitary but satisfactory climax.
He'd started thinking about Viggo as soon as he'd thrown himself down on the bed, and sleep had eluded him while he kept tossing and turning, fully awake, thinking of the ways he wanted Viggo to do him.
He'd jerked himself furiously, several times, but the heat, the wanting hadn't left him and he was finding it hard to focus on the simplest things. His thoughts were chasing each other around in his mind like rats trapped in a maze. And Viggo Mortensen was the maze in which he'd lost himself, thought Sean, as he measured a large dose of coffee into the percolator.
The knock on the window startled him and for a moment, as he stared at Viggo through the glass, he almost believed his obsession had gone overboard and that his visions of Viggo had moved from sleep to wakefulness.
But the vision offered a friendly grin and waved, which was not exactly what Viggo had been doing in Sean's dreams, and Sean reluctantly motioned Viggo to the front door and went to let him in.
Sean was not happy about this morning visit. Yes, he knew it made sense on Viggo's part... First day off set, stopping by to bond with the cast mate that lived closest and who was about the same age... Yes, he should have expected this visit. But his nerves were too raw and frazzled this morning for him to be able to cope with Viggo as a mate and keep himself in check.
***
Viggo was once again perplexed at the Sean Bean who confronted him this morning. Not the shy, embarrassed mate who'd blushed so intriguingly, but an angry, silent man with a tired, shuttered face.
The man was an enigma, and one he wanted very much to solve, thought Viggo, as he followed Sean back to the kitchen, his eyes lingering on the way the worn, almost threadbare cotton of Sean's pijamas bottoms hugged his ass.
Viggo studied Sean openly as Sean stared fixedly at the percolator, waiting for it to finish spluttering.
***
Sean felt the steady weight of Viggo's gaze almost physically. And the thought of those eyes boring into him, maybe seeing through him, uncovering those thoughts that boiled inside him, did nothing for his already short temper.
"What?" he snarled, turning to Viggo.
Viggo didn't even flinch, he kept staring at Sean, his eyes now looking straight through Sean's eyes as if they were a window leading into an unknown landscape, and Sean' s temper snapped.
He covered the distance between himself and Viggo in one single stride and slammed him into the kitchen counter, grinding his thinly clad groin against Viggo's pelvis, the friction produced by the denim and by the solid mass it covered immediately calling to the surface the unsated wanting that had tormented Sean the whole night.
Viggo stared fascinated at the clues in Sean's face... eyes squeezed shut, skin not blushing anymore but almost too pale, mouth contorted in an expression verging on pain.
His hands unconsciously lifted to touch, fingertips gently exploring clues and piecing them together, until they settled on Sean's lips, thumbs genty tracing and smoothing them until green eyes opened and looked into Viggo' s eyes.
And in that green depth, Viggo found the most important clues of all... loneliness, confusion, wanting... all enigmas he could solve. He had the answers, he could share them with Sean, he thought, as he dragged Sean's mouth down on his own and brought him home.
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Date: 2003-10-13 12:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-13 01:08 pm (UTC)Bosses were born to be a pain in the ass, there are days when they're worse than usual *shrugs*
I'm glad you liked this
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Date: 2003-10-13 12:10 pm (UTC)Sorry to hear about the problems at work, hon. I know how that feels--been the victim of it a few times lately. But this is a wonderful way to work out all the annoyance, indeed!
*hugs*
~Kris
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Date: 2003-10-13 01:10 pm (UTC)It certainly beats bottling it up inside ;)
Am dying of curiosity about your Beauty & Beast.....
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Date: 2003-10-13 01:35 pm (UTC)Actually, it's going well. With any luck, I'll have it done by Halloween (I was going to say Viggo's birthday, but I know myself better than that!), which seems appropriate, no?
Thanks for the curiousity! And hope things get better at work.
~Kris
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Date: 2003-10-13 12:31 pm (UTC)I'm sorry about work. Sometimes I think we all have a pointy-haired boss ala Dilbert in our lives!
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Date: 2003-10-13 01:12 pm (UTC)Dilbert's pointy-haired boss is a myth *g*
I'm glad you liked how this ended, I felt right about it but it's the kind of ending that gets people saying you forgot a piece of the story.
*hugs*
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Date: 2003-10-13 12:49 pm (UTC)Sorry to hear about difficulties with you boss. I'm now convinced that all bosses are deaf jerks.
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Date: 2003-10-13 01:14 pm (UTC)Soo right! It's the fact that they ask but don't listen to the reply that really bugs me.
I'm glad you liked this, thanks :)
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Date: 2003-10-13 01:23 pm (UTC)But the vision offered a friendly grin and waved, which was not exactly what Viggo had been doing in Sean's dreams, and Sean reluctantly motioned Viggo to the front door and went to let him in.
*gigglesnort*
Your boss sounds will-deaf. As in "I'll only listen if you say what I want you to."
Idiot.
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Date: 2003-10-13 11:33 pm (UTC)Your hæ snogging vowels always make me smile :)
Oh yes, he's will-deaf allright, but I'll get even.. I can be pretty mean when I'm pissed *evil grin*
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Date: 2003-10-13 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-13 11:35 pm (UTC)At least he's made himself useful..
Thanks, hugs
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Date: 2003-10-13 02:20 pm (UTC)Ooh... *loves*
I'm sorry about the
jerkboss, but this is lovely! You need to work out your frustrations more, methinks. *nods* Yes, you do! *hands you notebook and pen*Loved this a lot! :D
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Date: 2003-10-13 11:38 pm (UTC)Thanks, most appreciated! Especially since it seems that lately I get a sort of writer's block when I write directly at the computer
I'm glad you loved it *hugs you*
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Date: 2003-10-13 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-13 11:39 pm (UTC)I think the Boromir from your icon could take care of the jerk quite nicely..
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Date: 2003-10-13 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-13 11:42 pm (UTC)I promise I'll now settle down and work on youknowwhat *wink*
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Date: 2003-10-13 08:24 pm (UTC)What everybody else said! Your boss should piss you off more often.
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Date: 2003-10-13 11:47 pm (UTC)Thank you sweets
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Date: 2003-10-13 08:47 pm (UTC)Not too sweet.
Just the right touch of reality.
Yes, it works.
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Date: 2003-10-13 11:49 pm (UTC)I'm not that sure about the touch of reality though..
blushing!Sean.. I think the man would kill me..
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Date: 2003-10-14 03:02 am (UTC)Delightful fic (yes, that *is* the right word for it)... I quite liked the ending actually. I agree with the others, you should definitely more often vent steam by writing slash. :-)
Have archived at the site -- thanks!
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Date: 2003-10-14 10:37 am (UTC)Am glad you found the time to read it and that you enjoyed it
*squishes you*
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Date: 2003-10-14 12:28 pm (UTC)Quando avrà finito con Sean, puoi spedire da me questo Viggo così comprensivo e disponibile? ;)