Posted: June 2004
Title: Turn and Turn About
Author: Helena Snow-Renn
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Type: RPS
Characters: Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean
Rating: R
WARNING: Slash. Mild drug use.
Beta: none
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Sean is late. Viggo makes up his mind.
Notes: Sequel to "Days of the New," taking place later that evening.

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Sean was almost an hour late. By then Viggo's nerves were shot to hell and he was pissed off; he had retired to his back deck to get stoned. With a last-ditch kind of hope, he left the front door unlocked. He refused to answer it, though. If Sean wanted him, he'd have to come looking.

The sun was nearly set and Viggo's small stash down to its final embers when the doorbell rang. A minute later, it chimed again, then several knocks sounded. Against everything he really wanted, Viggo chose to ignore it. The noises stopped. He had nearly given it up as futile when the hairs on the back of his neck pricked up. He knew instinctively that Sean had let himself in. A minute later, the sliding back door moved on its track.

"Viggo? Are you here?" He would home to that voice from the far end of the universe. "Hey, Viggo," Sean began. "I'm really sorry about running late; Pete snagged me."

Viggo had deliberately put his back to the door. As Sean spoke he exhaled a lungful of smoke. Turning, Viggo caught his breath. Some of the blue haze got sucked back into his lungs, making him cough. Sean stood with his hip against the doorframe. He was wearing all black—jeans, long-sleeved silk shirt, thick leather belt, and something like engineer boots. Viggo could feel his mouth drop open. His gut did a slow backwards roll. His limbs felt slack from all the flashes of heat and electricity running through them.

"What?" Sean asked, concerned. "You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?"

Viggo consciously closed his mouth and nodded. He knew that he was staring but couldn't look away just yet. A muscle twitched in Sean's jaw; his eyes narrowed lightly for just a second. Viggo could almost believe he'd seen a flash of heat in those emerald depths. It was there and gone again in a second.

"We still going?" Sean asked. "Jesus, you're baked, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Viggo answered both questions. He'd showered and changed into a clean shirt; otherwise he'd replaced the rest of the Aragorn costume. This was nothing unusual for him. Sean shot him a look like, ‘Surely you jest,' but instead said lightly, "What's this? Penchant for velvet trousers?"

Viggo just shrugged. He told himself there was no use getting all excited over a perfectly innocent remark. Tell that to his cock, which was filling out the front of the breeches in a most uncomfortable way.

"C'mon, mate. Let's get you dressed. I know you own normal clothes."

For lack of a swift come-back or any means what-so-ever to protest, Viggo walked wordlessly past Sean into the house and straight to his bedroom, not stopping till he was standing in front of his closet. With a jolt, he realized Sean had followed. The man stood not a foot behind him. The buzz was strong enough it muted his hearing. Sean's next words grated into his ear.

"I've been watching you. I've seen you looking at me." Viggo froze. An arm slid under each of his; long, blunt fingers began to pick at the knots on Aragorn's coat.

"Yeah. So?" The weed-taste turned to dust in Viggo's mouth. He couldn't figure out what was going on here, not yet. Where had all the intense feelings gone? He almost missed them, as nerves and desire surfaced in the close proximity of the man he secretly thought he loved.

Sean's reply was immediate. "You tell me." The knot over his chest was undone. Sean withdrew his arms but a second later they reappeared around the sides of Viggo's shoulders to work at the one near his neck. Now Sean's chest was pressed against Viggo's back. His body heat came right through the thin silk of his shirt and even the leather layer between them. The muscles in his arms played against Viggo's tensed shoulders and his body moved subtly with his efforts to untie the leather strings;

When that set of ties hung loose, Sean countered a second time, "So, nothing. I don't suppose it's much different than the way some of the hobbits used to look at each other, before they did something about it."

Sean was reaching for another knot, this time near Viggo's groin. The latter breathed, "Fuck."

"Yes, quite," the Englishman answered, quite properly. He went on as before, "Or the way Orlando follows you around with his eyes. Surely you're not oblivious. The boy's got it bad for you."

Viggo had been hard since he'd heard Sean's voice in his house. He ached; he smoldered. All that fumbling and tugging in the region of his crotch had him oozing sticky pre-cum into the material of his boxers. The smoky, sexy voice continued softly into his ear, "Can you imagine him, Viggo? I bet he's like a cat in heat. Y'could just let him wrap himself around yeh like a mink coat while yeh…"

"I am totally against wearing fur," Viggo blurted.

Sean snorted. "Bit off-subject, mate."

"Fuck off about Orlando. I don't want him…"

"And what do you want?" Even unable to see it, Viggo felt Sean's mouth very close to his neck. Every time he spoke, his hair ruffled. Goosebumps chased all over Viggo's body, centering on his nipples. He shivered.

"What's the matter? Can't say?" Viggo shook his head ‘no.' What was the matter with him, anyway? It wasn't like him to lose his powers of speech.

"'S okay," Sean continued. His tongue shot out and licked Viggo's earlobe. The darker-haired man hissed in a breath, very near the end of his self-control. Sean's voice went softer, lower, raspier. "I'd never have caught you out if I hadn't been watching you first, y'know. You can't tell me what you want? Well, here's what I want…"

His mouth latched on to Viggo's neck, tongue flicking, teeth nicking his skin. Sean's fingers made quick work of the row of buttons on Viggo's shirt and he dragged it with the heavy coat off in one backward motion. When they dropped, he curled one hand around to cup the hard ridge between Viggo's legs. Slowly, teasingly, he rubbed up and down the length, disturbing the nap of the soft fabric covering it. "Jesus Christ," he breathed. "Have you any idea how bad that fucking velvet gets to me?" This was punctuated by his other hand on Viggo's left ass cheek, squeezing firmly. Sean groaned.

"I had no idea. Thought it was just me." Viggo pushed his butt backwards to acknowledge Sean's hardness. It felt like his stomach had just stage-dived off the Empire State, such was the rush. It was delicious.

Then those hands were back. One delved under his waistband, and found the dripping head of his cock. "Ready, aren't you," Sean asked smugly. Viggo made an assenting noise in his throat. The other hand ran smoothly across his chest. Fingers combed through his crisp hairs, back and forth, pausing during each pass to flick his nipples. Then they skimmed down, tracing denser patterns, rimming his navel; Viggo's belly quivered, tight abs starting to spasm just from Sean's touch.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Sean whispered against his neck. What felt like a good-sized package was being rubbed against Viggo's other cheek. Sean had grasped his shaft, spreading pre-cum to slicken the tightly confined movements.

"Oh, God… Sean…"

Viggo spread his feet apart and canted his hips upward so he could push against Sean's palm. The name, the way Sean's name sounded coming out of his lips alone… Viggo's hips churned.

"Yes or no?" As if he had to ask. Sean slipped his tongue into Viggo's ear. A bolt of quicksilver shot from the moist contract to his extremities. It was all Viggo could do not to come right then and there.

"Yes! Yes, Sean, yes." Viggo finally found his voice. He turned within the space of Sean's arms. "Jesus, Sean; I've wanted you so fucking bad. It's been driving me crazy…"

Sean was chuckling. "Well, it's mutual, then. I'd say it's time we do something about it."

Viggo backed the blond around over to his bed and practically threw him onto it. He quickly finished undressing where he stood. Sean's eyes darkened hungrily as he watched Viggo's naked form appear from under his clothes. He worked at getting his boots off with toes and heels and unabashedly stroked the bulge under his fly.

"Get naked!" Viggo demanded. He looked down at the stunning man on his bed over his erection, which pointed at him like a compass.

"Come help me," Sean smirked.

"Sure, if it means I get to fuck you any faster," Viggo returned. He wondered if he was delirious, talking like that. Stepping from his pile of clothes, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for the silky shirt. He was dying to see and taste the well-built, wide chest he'd only ever cast furtive glances at up till this moment. Just as he was pulling the shirttails out from Sean's jeans, Sean's comment stopped him.

"You fuck me, then I fuck you. It's all good." It rolled easily from the Brit's mouth in his Northern-accented rhythm. His boots fell to the floor with a thud.

Viggo froze in mid-button. "I don't bottom," he stated, annoyed.

"Oh, yes, you do. Turn and turn about Viggo," Sean said, almost sternly. "You do with me, or I walk right now."

Sean stopped moving on the bed. He smiled ferally; and Viggo examined up close how his slightly prominent canines gave him an almost lupine impression at times. Their panting dropped to uneasy shallow breaths as they stared each other down.

Viggo was pinned by his friend's watchfulness; he had to look away. His cock slowly subsided as he thought about what all this would mean. He had never wanted to be possessed, to be had, to be broken in, in that way. Or did he? Would this man be worth it?

"Don't be afraid. I'll make it so good for you," Sean crooned. Viggo noticed he wasn't asking, certainly not begging or pleading. Was this the other's way of telling him something more? ‘Turn and turn about,' he'd said. Whatever the case, it was all on him now.

His decision made, he closed his eyes and lay down facing Sean. The arms that slid around him were just the right combination of demanding and generous.

"Don't make me regret this," was all he said.

"Don't worry…" Sean began, but Viggo grabbed him, kissed him and shoved his tongue into his half-open mouth so uncompromisingly that there were would be no more words for a time.

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THE END

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