Fic: Fancy a cup? (2/2)
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Title: Fancy a cup?
Author:
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Pairing: S/V
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: they're not mine, regretfully
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Notes: unbeta'ed, and I'm still not totally happy with it
It was a couple of days later, and this time they were at Viggo’s, watching distractedly and old movie they could easily blank out when they wanted to and talking softly and aimlessly, relaxing.
Viggo wandered to the kitchen, mid-sentence as he often would and leaving Sean staring exasperatedly at his back, and after a while came back with a mug of tea for Sean and one of those exotic-looking cups of mate for himself.
Sean watched mesmerized as Viggo sipped from the silver straw. The words of the magazine echoed in his mind and suddenly made him feel as if the room was too warm and the oxygen lacking.
Consumer feedback has indicated that yerba mate is a powerful source of energy for the mind and body. Its combined effects of peripheral blood relaxation, sense of stamina and well being provide heightened sexual arousal and performance, thereby possibly offering an all-natural alternative to Viagra…
As he remembered the words, Sean felt a hot rush of blood warming his cheeks and groin. Fuck! he told himself, He’s the one who’s drinking the stuff, so why am I the one who’s getting all aroused? While his thoughts wandered, Sean’s eyes remained fixed on the ornate gourd from which Viggo was drinking mate, the look in them very similar to that of a rabbit fascinated by a car headlights, until eventually even Viggo took notice.
“Hey, what’s wrong Sean?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.
Sean cleared his throat and tried to snap out of his thoughts.
“You drink an awful lot of that stuff, Vig… Doesn’t it have.. hrrmmph.. weird effects in the long run?”
Viggo frowned, perplexed.
“Weird? I wouldn’t say that. It’s not a drug, Sean, more of a tonic.. It’s energetic. But why are you asking all of a sudden? Only a few days ago you didn’t want me to talk about mate.”
Sean knew he was blushing again, he could feel the heat of it rising up his neck and could only pray that his light tan and beard would mask it a bit. Out with it.. he told himself, knowing that Viggo wouldn’t let the subject drop now. You can tell him and make a joke of it, he won’t know that ever since you read that magazine you’ve been wondering, thinking of him, imagining how it would be with him…
“It’s all about a funny coincidence, Vig. The other day, when you came to me for coffee, after you left my place I read a magazine one of my girls had left around and there was this article about mate and other herbs..” Sean gestured airily, as if to make light of the whole thing.
“So what did it say to get you so intrigued?” Viggo asked, sipping his brew and letting the silver straw rest against his bottom lip in a way that made Sean’s mouth go dry.
“It said something to the effect that mate is sort of considered the Viagra of herbs..” Sean knew that his voice sounded unusually b reathless, but he didn’t want to clear his throat again, not while Viggo was raising his eyebrows and smirking like that.
“Ah, now I understand.. Did it make you wonder about my.. performances, Sean?” Viggo seemed amused but there was an undercurrent to his question, something in his eyes that made Sean’s breath hitch.
“You know,” he went on, “you shouldn’t believe everything you read, Sean, not without field research. If you want to know more about mate the best thing to do is find someone who drinks it regularly and ask. Just ask, Sean..”
Sean’s mouth was getting drier and drier, he reflexively licked his lip, his eyes never leaving Viggo’s.
“What does it taste like?” Sean heard himself asking softly, his voice seeming to come from very far away. And suddenlòy he was not far away anymore, he was close, close enough that he could smell Viggo’s skin and breath, close enough that though they were not touching yet he could almost feel his scraggly beard rasping his cheek.
“Taste me, Sean..” Viggo invited, wrapping his fingers around the back of Sean’s neck and closing the inch of distance that remained between them until their lips brushed.
Sean’s tongue darted out, traced the seam of Viggo’s lips , slipping inside as soon as they opened for him. The taste was strange, bitter, but all the same Viggo’s mouth felt intoxicating and when he drew back he did so knowing already that one taste of it was not going to be enough.
“So now you know what it tastes like,” Viggo murmured, studying Sean closely. “Anything else you would like to know, Sean? Remember, you only need to ask…”
“I want to know everything,” Sean whispered, made bold by the fact that Viggo’s fingers were still laced behind his neck, moving hypnothically through his hair. “I want to find out…” he said, his hands already reaching out to creep under Viggo’s t-shirt and explore warm flesh and crisp hair.
Viggo smiled and allowed Sean to push him down on the cushions of the couch.
***
Sean stretched, his back rubbing against Viggo’s chest, their legs still tangled. The sigh he uttered was one of total contentment.
“I’ve never felt this good,” he purred, turning to nuzzle into the crook of Viggo’s shoulder. “Guess what they say about your mate is true, after all..”
Viggo chuckled and traced Sean’s spine with his fingertips, relishing the feel of smooth skin and cupping the curve of a solidly muscled buttock.
“But you haven’t drunk mate…” he objected.
“No, but you’ve shown me its effects in a most enlightening way, Vig..”
“No, but you’ve shown me its effects in a most enlightening way, Vig. Let’s say that I have.. indirectly enjoyed its benefits..” Sean smirked.
“So I guess that now your curiosity has been satisfied and this is it..” Viggo remarked, his voice a bit flat, a vulnerable look in his eyes that Sean couldn’t see from his current position.
Sean’s head snapped up.
“No, Vig, I’m satisfied like I’ve never been in my life and that means I’ll never be satisfied again, not in the same way, not without you. Seems to me they forgot to mention that mate is extremely addictive... I want more Viggo, of you..”
Sean’s words made the vulnerable look vanish from Viggo’s eyes, now they were the brilliant blue of a cloudless summer sky.
“Do you remember what I said, Sean? You only need to ask..”
Sean nodded, then smiled slowly and whispered something in Viggo’s ear.
“Again?” Viggo asked, rolling his eyes.
Sean nods and with a laugh disengaged himself from Viggo’s arms and got up from couch.
“So where are you going?” Viggo inquired, pushing himself up and trying to grab Sean and pull him back.
“To make you a cup of mate..”
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Date: 2005-01-22 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-23 06:09 pm (UTC)I adore Chocolat, not only it's a great movie but it has the hottest Johnny Depp ever *pervs*
Thank you, sweetie ;)
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Date: 2005-01-22 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-23 06:13 pm (UTC)*huggles*
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Date: 2005-01-23 01:56 am (UTC)*hugs*
~Kris
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Date: 2005-01-23 06:16 pm (UTC)I'm still not totally happy with it but if I'd waited any longer I would have ended up not posting it *g*
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Date: 2005-01-23 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-23 06:18 pm (UTC)*HOWLS*
That's just too funny *hearts you*
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Date: 2005-01-23 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-23 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-23 06:20 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-01-23 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-23 06:24 pm (UTC)(and I think you'll like the pic I just posted)
*huggles*
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Date: 2005-01-25 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-25 08:32 pm (UTC)Lol! Don't you think that could be dangerous? he's already so hot *pervs*
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed this *hugs*
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Date: 2005-01-26 05:13 pm (UTC)I really like your stories, I hope you don't let me wait too long for the next one. *begs*
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Date: 2005-01-26 08:40 pm (UTC)I mostly write stories when I have some time off work and am away from a computer with Internet connection *g*, otherwise work and roleplay threads suck up most of my time.
But I am currently writing an Aragorn/Boromir as a birthday gift to a friend
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Date: 2005-01-31 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-31 09:36 pm (UTC)Thanks!