moldava | Supermarket fic

Lousy title, I know but I just can't find one that feels right.. *sighs*

Title: Supermarket stalker
Author:

moldava
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: not mine
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals

Oh well, Sean thought with wry amusement, who would have thought that going grocery shopping could turn into such an interesting experience...

This as his green eyes glinted dangerously while raking up and down the long, lean frame of another shopper's body as the man first bent down to study some packages of rice on the lowest shelf, displaying a very fine ass encased in tight faded jeans, then straightened and reached up to the highest shelf, to grab a box of organic wild rice, the jeans and gray t-shirt parting company to show a couple of inches of smooth tanned flesh.

Dark blond hair and a curious, almost zigzag shaped tattoo peeking out of the sleeve of his t-shirt...
Sean hadn't seen the man's face yet, but what he'd seen so far boded well, extremely well, and something in his gut told him he wouldn't be disappointed once he'd catch a glimpse of his face.

He licked his lip absent-mindedly, gaze still flirting with the man's ass... and missed his chance for a view of the guy's face as the stranger turned quickly, dropped the rice into his cart and moved away.

Sean swore under his breath and followed.

They stopped - or at least the stranger did, with Sean determinedly in tow - to get some kind of strange herb tea with a South American name, organic honey, bread that looked to Sean as if it was made with sawdust..

And still Sean hadn't managed to catch more than a fleeting glimpse of the man's face. This was not getting him anywhere, Sean thought impatiently, surprised himself at how intrigued he felt by this faceless stranger, at just how much he wanted to get to know him. And know him he would, he decided, a stubborn look on his face.

Sean made a quick detour, wheeled his cart through the next aisle and doubled back to the aisle where the stranger was still in absorbed study of cereal boxes.
This time they were due to face each other, Sean smirked as he moved purposefully down the aisle and very deliberately bumped his cart right into the other man's.

A startled face looked up and Sean's breath stopped.

Blue eyes, so clear they looked like chunks of crystal ice. High cheekbones. A delectably cleft chin. Lips... a bottom lip that for a moment made Sean fear he would disgrace himself by getting a hard-on in front of the stranger while his mind raced, thinking of how it would feel to have his cock resting on that bottom lip. All in all a handsome, unusual face, not classically beautiful but arresting.

"I'm sorry," Sean apologized with a smile that seemed to say 'hey, look at me, aren't you glad I bumped into you?'. "Don't know where my mind was... Guess I was a bit distracted by something.."

The man waved dismissively, his blue eyes scrutinizing Sean. "No harm done," he assured in a soft American voice, dropping the box of cereals he'd been holding into his cart and moving on down the aisle.

Sean's eyes followed him, the look in them more determined than ever, hungry almost. He turned his cart and tagged Blue Eyes to one of the huge refrigerated banks for fresh and frozen products. When the stranger stopped to look at something, he stopped too and leaned close to him, so close that their bodies were almost touching. He took a quick peek at what the stranger was examining this time. Vegetarian hamburgers?? Sean blinked horrified.

"You're not seriously planning to buy and eat that shit, are you?" Sean blurted out, the words leaving his mouth before his internal censor had time to intervene and edit. "It's real burgers you want, or chops at least... And me to barbecue them for you in me back yard.."

Blue Eyes' face lifted from the veggie burgers to examine Sean, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I mean, god only knows what they put in those things, at least meat is meat..." Sean explained, a faint touch of color in his cheekbones. "Do you have a problem with meat?"

The stranger's eyes travelled up and down Sean's body, leisurely studying it with the same absorbed concentration he'd reserved for each of the products he'd placed in his cart... Cutoffs and a green t-shirt hugging a lean but powerful body. The greenest eyes he'd ever seen, cat eyes really. A strong chin and jaw, just short of stubborn. An insouciant smile that made the slight blush even more appealing.

"No, I've no problem with meat," Blue Eyes replied, his gaze lingering on some of the meatier features of Sean's body.

Sean's smile turned more brilliant and assured, cheeks and neck going back to their golden tan color.

"Name's Sean," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm British but I'm working on a movie project around here in New Zealand."

Blue Eyes reached out to take Sean's hand, his touch lingering, but his clear eyes were narrowed and a small frown pulled his eyebrows together, as if he was struggling to piece some scattered information together in his mind. Then the frown smoothed and was replaced by an amused smile.

"I'm Peter. I'm an artist and I'm from the States. I just got here. Was doing some grocery shopping, the only thing in the house I've rented is the bottle of water I had with me on the plane.." he gestured to the filled cart.

"Then I insist!" Sean reached for a tray of lamb chops and placed it in his own cart. "You're not allowed to have that veggie crap for your first New Zealand dinner. Come over to my place, I'm not working this weekend. We'll grill these and you'll tell me something about your art."

Peter grinned, showing lots of rather wolfish-looking teeth. There was a curious glint in his blue eyes, as if he knew something that Sean didn't and that would surprise him much when he would find out. Then he nodded in acceptance of the invitation.

"It will be my pleasure, Sean. I'll bring the wine."

Sean shuddered briefly, thinking of the very healthy, very organic stuff Peter had been stacking in his cart, then eyed the way Peter's nipples were outlined by the grey t-shirt he was wearing and decided that wine was just wine after all and that there were more important things in life. With a sunny smile he gave Blue Eyes the directions to his place and with a greeting went about doing the rest of his shopping.

***

Sean opened the door eagerly. There had been no worry, no twinge of guilt or regret at the impromptu invitation issued to the blue-eyed stranger he'd met at the supermarket, only a growing sense of anticipation.

And now Peter stood before him, clad in sinful black jeans that showed off powerful thighs and a washed-out blue t-shirt that matched his eyes. And he was barefoot, for heaven's sake..

"Hey," Sean greeted him, the pleasure apparent in his voice and on his face, as he motioned him inside.

Peter followed murmuring something in that insanely soft and lazy voice of his that made Sean's skin tingle and heat up. When a brown bag was dropped in his hands, Sean gathered that the low mumbling had something to do with the wine Peter had brought for dinner.

In the kitchen he extracted from the bag two bottles of a well-known Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon and began to wonder at the strange hippy he seemed to have picked up. Maybe not such a nature's child, after all, the brand was certainly neither cheap nor easy to find out of specialist shops.

Then Peter leaned into him for a moment to take one of the bottles, corkscrew already in hand, and all form of rational thought left Sean's brain, braincells turning control over to other cells that were dancing a merry dance all over Sean's lower belly.

Trying to shake himself back into gear, Sean took a deep breath, that filled his lungs with Peter's scent - peppermint shampoo, sweat and warm skin - and didn't make it any easier to think clearly.

Make small talk, Sean told himself, you can't jump him the moment he's inside your door. Something inside him pouted and shrugged dismissively, but before he'd even realized it he was asking Peter what kind of artist he was and what was it that had brought him to New Zealand.

Peter grinned, that 'I have a secret and I'm not gonna tell you' grin again, and uncorked one of the bottles of wine.

"Nah," he drawled, "won't tell you about that… Let's not bore each other with talking about work, let's just talk about ourselves, let's just eat and drink and be merry..." he winked at Sean and poured the wine, raising his glass to him in a toast.

Too bemused to pursue the thing further, Sean grabbed the other glass and clinked it against Peter's in agreement. Then he drank, his eyes lost into the blue ones.

***

Peter praised lavishly the lamb chops. Sean had seasoned them with aromatic herbs before putting them on the grill and they tasted divine. So did the grilled vegetables, dressed with olive oil, tapenade and fresh chopped mint. The wine and the conversation flowed easily and Sean was so relaxed by food and drink and pleasant company that he was almost forgetting that he had had ulterior motives for inviting Peter over, that is until Peter dropped the bone of the last chop on his plate and started licking his fingers clean, ignoring the stack of paper towels.

"Messy, eh?!" Peter commented, meeting Sean's stare with a knowing grin. "But you can't really do justice to lamb chops unless you use your hands and teeth. It would mean sticking just to the easy meat you can cut up with your knife and fork and miss out on the best part. The meat that's close to the bone is always the juiciest, don't you agree?"

Sean remained quiet. He didn't really know what to say and he tried to hide his abruptly reawakened lust in the glass of wine, drinking deeply, thirstily, while he imagined that tongue lapping at his chest and slowly moving down, inch by inch, those wolfish teeth nipping at the flesh over his hipbone…

"Fancy some dessert?" he asked after a while, when the silence lengthened between them. "I think I have some macadamia ice cream in the freezer.."

"That would be lovely, but it's not what I fancy right now.." Peter replied with a little smile on his face.

"Coffee then? Or more wine?" Sean needed some trivial excuse to keep hidden what he really wanted to do with Peter right now, which was take those fingers into his mouth and clean them himself. Not to mention what he wanted to do to Peter's mouth. For starters...

"Thank you but that's not what I fancy now..." Peter's blue eyes seemed to glint with some inner fire, an inner fire that seemed to burn inside Sean too.

"So, what is it that you fancy?" Sean asked abruptly, knowing he was too on edge to go on with the conversation.

"You is what I fancy.." The soft drawl was so low that Sean thought he' must have heard the words wrong. But then Peter rose from his seat and walked around the table to Sean's side. With a wicked grin he sat on Sean's lap, straddling his thighs, and leaned in to claim Sean's mouth.

Sean's lips were frozen by surprise under the warm, slick ones and after a few seconds Peter pulled back, his eyes narrowed and his expression guarded.

"Sorry, I must have read the signals wrong. Thought you wanted this…" he murmured, starting to move away.

The movement jolted Sean out of his trance. He reached out quickly and grabbed Peter's arm, stopping him.

"Yes.. I mean, no.. You read the signals right. I want this, want you.. You just took me by surprise. I didn't realize I was sending out those signals quite so strongly.. Was expecting to have to work to get to you.."

"Maybe I caught those signals because I was hoping for them to be there. You're an interesting man.. and a beautiful one.." Peter's face had relaxed into a grin again. "So.. shall we give it another try?" he asked softly.

Sean just nodded and curled his hand around the back of Peter's neck pulling his head close until their lips met again.

There was no hesitation this time. Sean let Peter nibble on his lips for a few moments then slanted his mouth and sought a deeper contact, wanting more. He wanted this, he wanted to know how Peter's mouth tasted of wine and olives and mint and how warm and wet and utterly intoxicating it felt.

They were both gasping for breath when they broke apart. Sean's hands had closed around Peter's waist and Peter's hands were curled around Sean's shoulders.

"That was much better.. Guess it means we should keep trying.."

To Sean the soft drawl felt like honey dripping on his skin.
Skin.. yes.. he wanted to feel Peter's skin.
His hand crept up Peter's leg, the palm smoothing the strong muscles under the cotton fabric, and moved up to the waistband of his jeans, slipping under the t-shirt. His fingers met hot skin and soft tangled hair, then slid upwards combing through them and searching for Peter's nipples. Peter moaned softly and Sean fingertips circled again the hardening nipple, plucking lightly at it.

"Stop it.." Peter whispered hoarsely. "Want more, but not in a chair.."

Sean found it hard to draw his fingers away. The little, tight disc of flesh hidden in the springy hair felt so good… and the small needy noises Peter was making seemed to be talking directly to his cock, who was responding by straining against the zipper of Sean's jeans.

He nodded reluctantly and settled his hands around Peter's waist, steadying him as he rose from Sean's lap.

"I sort of liked having you there," Sean murmured wistfully, rising from the chair.

"I can see that," Peter smirked, and he cupped through the jeans Sean's erection, his hand splayed hand, spanning the bulge with thumb and little finger. "And I sort of liked being there.." he added with a smile.

"So it seems," Sean agreed, his thumb going to touch the damp spot where Peter's cock was pressing against the fabric of his pants. "You're not wearing anything under these, are you'"

"What do you think?" Peter asked with a wicked glint in his blue eyes.

"I think I would like to take you inside and see for myself," Sean replied, his thumb rubbing gently the wet spot to see if he could get Peter to make more of those lovely whimpering noises.

"I think I would like that too. I'm still waiting for dessert, after all.." Peter murmured, his voice almost a purr. He reached out to grab Sean's hand and brought the teasing thumb to his mouth, slipping it between his lips and sucking on it, stroking it with his tongue.

Judging by the look in his eyes the strangled moan Sean tried to stifle seemed to please Peter very much. He bit gently into the pad of Sean's thumb before letting it go, one of those wolfish smiles lighting up his face again. He didn't relinquish his hold of Sean's hand though, and used it to tug him back into the house.

***

It was very early, the sky barely grayish with the pre-dawn light, when Peter woke up. He sighed and extricated himself from under Sean's arm, waiting until the blond man murmured something into the pillow and settled back into deep sleep.

It was time to go. He could only hope things would turn out right in this crazy game he'd decided to play on a whim, a whim born of two sparkling green eyes. A game he now regretted, because the stakes had suddenly become higher than he had thought.. Still, there was no going back.

He kissed the blond head buried into the pillow and rose quietly from the bed, stretching a bit to ease the soreness from a night of lovemaking and picking up his clothes from the chair before moving silently out of the room. He dressed himself quickly and left.

***

Sean woke up with a smile on his lips and it took him a moment to remember why he was feeling so happy, so elated. Still smiling he reached out with his arm to seek Peter's warm body and pull him close. He had to be on set soon but there was still time for a quick cuddle and some talking. He didn't want this to be a one night stand, it had felt too fucking right to have Peter in his arms.

His arm found only cold, empty sheets. He raised his head, wanting to believe that there was a perfectly reasonable explanation… Peter must be in the bathroom… But there was no one in the house, Sean could tell that by the eerie morning silence of an empty house, and the black jeans and the t-shirt had disappeared from the chair where they'd been thrown last night.

Sean made a sound low in his throat, it was a sound full of pain and broken dreams. He buried his face in the pillow, grabbing handfuls of sheets in his fists, wanting to slam them into the wall until it hurt. He was going to be late on set this morning, and he didn't give a shit about that. He was hurting too much…

***

The word had got around the cast quickly that morning.

Stay away from Bean, he bites today…

Sean scowled his way through morning greetings and make-up and was now hanging around eager for a chance to do something, beat someone and vent some of his fury and frustration. But he'd been told to wait… PJ was coming and needed the Fellowship to be available for a quick briefing.

And there he was, escorting someone around… Sean squinted against the morning sun. The long, lean frame looked familiar but with the sun in his eyes Sean couldn't really make out more than a shape.

As the two neared Sean's breath hitched. There could be no mistaking the ice blue eyes, the face he knew by touch, the body he'd loved all through the night, the thick dark blond hair.

Peter… His Peter…

He could see him leaning close to PJ and murmuring something in his ear. He watched as the two headed in his direction and stopped in front of him. He listened impassively as PJ introduced Viggo Mortensen, the actor who would now be playing Aragorn.

Viggo murmured something unintelligible to PJ and with a nod and a smile the man left him alone with Sean.

"Viggo Peter Mortensen…" he murmured softly, introducing himself again and reaching out to take the hand Sean had not offered. "Forgive me?"

"Why?" Sean's monosyllable was flat, guarded.

"Because I wanted you… Too much to wait. Too much to risk finding out that maybe you'd have reserves about having a story with a castmate. Too much to stop myself from taking what I wanted.. I only held back my full name and my knowledge of who you were. There was no malice in my doing that, Sean, that I can swear.. It was selfish of me, I guess…" Viggo sighed wistfully, the brightness of his eyes dulled by Sean's coldness.

"It was.. But.." Sean hesitated.

"But?"

"But maybe I would have done the same… Dinner tonight?" Sean's voice was now low and soft.

"Dinner tonight." Viggo's smile was brilliant.

"Chops?" Sean asked, eyebrows raised, a smile curling the corner of his mouth.

"Doesn't really matter, does it?" Viggo winked and grinned wolfishly.

"No it doesn't, as long as we have dessert…" Sean agreed, grinning back.

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*grin* You evil woman! You had me going there for a minute, while I wracked my brain trying to think of Viggo's middle name...

Lovely, hot, and deliciously ambiguous. And of course (thanks to too much t_m reading), I had a brief thought about Peter Ince (Weps, that is)... but figured that wasn't it. *grin* Of course, now that brings up interesting ideas... "Weapons ready to fire in five minutes..."

*snort* Yep, I'm bored at work on a Wednesday morning, so this was exactly what I needed to jumpstart my brain. *hugs you* Thanks!

~Kris

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