Anything, Everything, Forever

Anything, Everything, Forever

Posted: February 23, 2007
Title: Anything, Everything, Forever
Author: Sileya and Willowwing
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know these men personally. We just think they’re awfully pretty.
Beta: Sweet Gwen

Summary: Take one film festival, add two old friends and blend.

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Viggo watched Sean enter the room through the tangle of reporters. He couldn't help the smile that raised the corners of his mouth. God, the man looked incredible.

Sean shrugged off questions and comments on his looks, smiling for the paparazzi and letting the rest roll off him. He was here to have a good time, and he wasn't going to let the press muck it up. He looked around the room, hoping to find the reason he came to this particular party - an old friend.

Viggo circled around the room, purposefully avoiding Sean's gaze. Sneaking up behind his friend, he jumped on his back in a tackle-hug combination. It wasn't the full rugby tackle for which they were famous, but it would have to do.

With a muffled ‘ooof‘, Sean bent over as Viggo hit him from behind - he knew exactly what was going on and a wide grin took his features as he swung the other man around, ignoring the flashbulbs. "Vig, Christ, get off me back and hug me like a man!"

Viggo laughed as he was pulled into an all-encompassing bear hug. Clinging far longer than was proper, he buried his face in Sean's neck, whispering for his ears alone, "God, I'm glad you're here."

Sean hugged him close, sending a silent 'to hell with you' to the gawkers and photographers. He sighed as Viggo whispered in his ear and wished he'd been able to be here sooner. "Got here as soon as I could, Vig," he murmured.

Separating reluctantly, Viggo stared into Sean's eyes, tapping into the peace the other man always seemed to possess. "I know. Let's go find you a drink."

Sean slid a protective arm about Viggo's shoulder, knowing it would look like two longtime friends just hanging out. But he could see the fragility in Viggo's eyes. Too much press. Too much publicity. Too much for the introverted artist, and he looked about ready to break. He walked along to the bar, thankfully leaving the press behind.

Drinks in hand, Viggo snatched the bottle off of the bar and headed for a corner booth, daring the young man who was tending bar to say anything. "Having a closed party doesn't help much when they issue invitations to half the fucking press corp."

"Didn't you have a party downtown last night, too?" Sean asked quietly, accepting the drink and following along, raising a hand in greeting to some people he recognizes. "They're keeping you real busy, aren't they?"

"Yeah." Viggo nods. "Not half as busy as the Elf though."

Sean cocked an eyebrow. "Seen him, have you?"

Shaking his head, Viggo took a sip of his drink. "Haven't had a chance. I think they have his bathroom breaks booked with a reporter outside the stall asking questions."

The Brit snorted, but didn't smile. "He's too busy, he is. Not getting a chance to live. He'll figure it out soon enough." Sean sipped his drink and set it down. "And you?"

"I've already figured it out. I hate every fucking minute of it. If it weren't such a damn good movie, I'd be working on the final proof of my book in LA right now, arguing with Henry over ordering pizza again for dinner."

Now, Sean smiled. "That sounds like my Viggo, not this Mr. Mortensen everyone's talking about. Hear I rumor of an Academy Award even?" He laughed aloud as Viggo rolled his eyes. "Christ, you could care less."

Viggo joined Sean in laughter until he had tears in his eyes. "Fuck, I hope not. David would actually expect me to go." He gave an exaggerated shiver.

Sean sniggered, half in disbelief. "You wouldn't go? Hell, I'd go. Not that I'll ever get one. I avoid the movies that would earn me that type of recognition. Too serious, usually." He tilted his head and watched Viggo. "So why'd you do this one, then, Vig? Surely you knew what it would mean."

Viggo shrugged carelessly. "I liked David. I liked the script. It was a story worth telling. I didn't sign up to do half of this PR shit, but I really believe in this one."

Sean watched Viggo for a moment, and then lifted his glass. "You may well win, then. Might as well prepare for it now," he said seriously. "You've got the best eye for this sort of thing I've ever seen, Vig." He threw back his drink. "Now, tell me, any other reason for the long face?"

"You mean other than being completely fucking exhausted, having reporters crawling up my ass, being in the same town and having back to back premieres with my ex-lover, and knowing I get to do it all over again in at least two more cities. Other than that, I'd say I'm doing pretty well." Draining his glass, he tipped up the bottle to refill it. Giving Sean's glass the same treatment.

Sean listened quietly, then shrugged. "What do you expect, Vig? You're a big name, now. Popular. Successful. You draw about as many women as Orlando. That counts for a lot in Hollywood. So what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to get falling down drunk with my best friend in the whole world and think about it tomorrow," Viggo stated emphatically.

Sean grinned and grabbed the bottle. "Then let's do it somewhere quiet, yeah? You got a car outside? A private room would be much more conducive to getting plastered."

"I think David knows I'm nearing maximum saturation. Let me find him and say goodnight. There is an alley out of the back of this place hidden behind construction fences. We can even go together." Viggo efficiently asked a server to order the car, searched out David and made his escape, falling back into the soft leather seat with a sigh as the car pulled away from the curb.

Sean leaned back and sighed. "Well done, my King." He turned a grin on Viggo, only to have it slowly fade as he watched Viggo staring out the window, looking very sad. "Vig, is it Orlando? Is it him that's put you in such a funk?"

“Partly, I guess.” Viggo sat back into the corner and pulled his leg up on the seat between them. “Don’t look at me that way. I’m not heartbroken, just a little disappointed. I knew that the affair wasn’t going to last outside of New Zealand, but I really thought the friendship would.”

Sean sighed and traced his finger through the condensation on the window. "He'll figure it out, Vig. He's young, he's popular, he's got a chance at the big time. Of course he's got to go for it." The Brit shrugged. "Course, that doesn't mean we can't tease his arse about being puffed up and all." Sean cracked a slight grin.

Viggo really wanted to hang onto his mood, but it was just impossible with Sean around. He felt his lips curling up to match his friends. Kicking out with his boot, he pushed against Sean's thigh. "Fucker, you just can't let me be a moody prick, can you?"

The grin split Sean's face and his eyes sparkled as he pushed at Viggo's foot with one hand, mock scowling. "Hey, who else to ruin a good brood but your best mate, yeah?"

"Yeah," Viggo chuckled, cracking the seal on a bottle of scotch and splitting it between two glasses. "So what do you think our chances are of getting into my hotel without being seen? Or better yet - what do you think the headlines will be tomorrow?"

Sean took up one glass. "I think the headlines will be 'Bloom skips premiere, fangirls crushed' and somewhere down the page it will say 'HOV, North Country premiere to stellar reviews." He lifted his glass in a toast.

Viggo laughed ruefully. "Probably. I was thinking more along the lines of 'The King of Gondor Disappears into the Four Seasons with his Steward.' But I'm sure yours is more accurate."

Sean snorted. "I'm afraid we're small beans compared to the Elf these days. Besides, we're old friends. And for all they know, I'm also staying at the Four Seasons as well." He shrugged, looking pleased.

Peering out the window, Viggo stretched his legs and straightened his jacket. "It doesn't look too bad. They only let registered guests into the parking garage. The fans and cameras are all out on the street." Without waiting for the driver, Viggo pushed open the door as soon as the car coasted to a stop. "Let's go."

Scrambling out after kicking back the rest of his drink, Sean followed Viggo into the lobby, across the hotel and into the elevator without them being stopped once.

Viggo leaned back on the brass rail, seeing Sean and Sean's multiple reflections in the beveled mirrors. "Doesn't really compare to the hotels we stayed in while filming Rings, does it?"

Sean chuckled. "We stayed in hotels? Was more like hostels, weren't it, Vig? Or trailers. Or even tents," he pointed at Viggo, who'd been know for camping out. "I'll stick to this, if ye don't mind."

“It’s a bit much for me, honestly, but if *you* like it…” Viggo teased. The elevator came to a smooth halt, an elegant ‘ping’ announcing their arrival. Viggo fished the key card out of his pocket and motioned for Sean to precede him into the dark room.

Sean did like it, and he liked Viggo here even more. He sighed silently as he entered the room, steeling himself for a long evening that he both would very much enjoy and very much suffer through. He turned back toward Vig as the other man closed the door, his eyes already adjusting to the dim light.

Viggo turned in the dark room running into the solid wall of Sean's chest. Instead of pulling back, he froze, his body instantly responding to the enticingly masculine smell of the man in front of him. Without consciously thinking about it, he tilted his head and let their lips meet.

Sean stood stock still just inside the door, afraid to move, both wanting this connection and fearing it. He'd loved Viggo a long time - and he knew it - but he didn't want to ruin the closest friendship he'd had in his life. Viggo's lips were warm and soft, and Sean sighed and relaxed, murmuring when their lips separated. "Ah, Vig, you'll be the death of me yet."

Viggo's response to the light kiss scared the hell out of him. "I'm sorry, Sean. I shouldn't have... I won't... oh hell, I really want to kiss you again," he finally admitted in a rush of words.

The Brit let out a long breath and framed Viggo's face with his hands. "You've no idea how long I've wanted to hear that," he rasped. "Vig, I'm here for you, anytime, you know that, you're my best friend. But I've always wanted more."

Viggo's eyes opened wide with shock. "You did?"

Sean's face softened as he looked at Viggo with wistful longing. "I'm terrible at being with someone. And you had other people...I was afraid to say anything. We've always been such good friends. I didn't want to fuck that up."

"Sean, you aren't ever going to lose me, but what exactly are we talking about? A friendship with privileges or something more?" Viggo's fingers lightly stroked Sean's cheek as he talked.

Choked on a breath at his fondest wish dangling in front of him, Sean swallowed hard before responding. "Anything. Everything. Forever," he whispered, more scared than he'd ever been when proposing marriage in the past.

Sean's words made Viggo's heart beat faster. A million things were running through his head, but the overwhelming need was to kiss him again. Threading his fingers into the soft, gold hair, he pulled Sean's mouth closer. "Let's start here, okay?" he whispered before sealing his lips over Sean's. The motion brought their bodies flush, too, and Viggo moaned softly at the spike of lust that shot to his groin.

Sean sank into Viggo's kiss, giving himself over to it completely, his lips and tongue trying to learn all there was to know about Viggo. He'd wanted this for so long, yet denied it. And now he could hardly believe it was happening. The press of Viggo's body against his definitely gained his attention, and he pushed closer, maneuvering Viggo against the wall.

Sean tasted like scotch, vanilla and cinnamon, and Viggo couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He sucked strongly on the Brit’s tongue, moaning softly as his back connected with the wall. Pressing one of his legs between Sean’s, he settled himself against Sean’s hip, letting him feel the evidence of his desire.

When their lips finally separated, Sean tilted his head back on a groan, sucking in a deep breath and pressing their bodies together. "Vig," he breathed, almost a prayer, sliding a hand to cup Viggo's cheek as he moved to claim that mouth again.

Viggo’s knees almost buckled. He clutched broad shoulders to steady himself. Ripping his mouth away from Sean’s, he gasped, “I didn’t even know I was waiting for it, but now I feel like I’ve been waiting forever. Take me to bed, Sean.”

Sean dropped his head to Viggo's shoulder, overcome with emotion for a moment before he nodded and stepped back, taking Viggo's hands in his and drawing him further into the suite, walking back through the darkened room to the bedroom. "Vig, I need you to know that I love you - even if this doesn't end up being what you want or need - I'll still be here for you," Sean said quietly.

Viggo tugged Sean’s hand, forcing his friend and soon to be lover to stop and face him. “Sean, you may be the one who discovers this isn’t what you thought it would be. We can only take this one moment at a time, but I *can* tell you…I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this overwhelming desire to join my body and so much more with another person.”

Dropping his hands to his sides, Sean stood before Viggo, naked honesty in his eyes. "I'm yours for the taking, Vig. Whatever you want, it's yours...that's what I want, too." He stared at his best friend's face, illuminated by moonlight that cut across the room from the window.

Viggo’s mouth quirked up into a grin. “So have you fantasized about us together?” Viggo pressed his body against Sean’s and ran a hand up the muscled chest. “Talk to me, Sean. Tell me how you’ve seen us.”

Sean shuddered and his head fell back, exposing his neck to Viggo. "Aw, hell, Vig, I'm no good at telling tales," he muttered, reaching around Viggo to hold him close. "I've thought about you in the shower, in the car, in the woods, on set...fucking anywhere I thought I might get you. Christ. I even thought about pushing you into a closet at Peter and Fran's." His voice was low and ragged.

Viggo worked on the buttons of Sean’s shirt, slipping his hand inside to tangle in soft hair while his mouth accepted the blonde’s invitation by licking at the tendons in his neck. Lips pressed against the salty skin, Viggo rasped, “Are you fucking me, Sean? Is that what you want… to be buried inside my body?”

A low groan escaped Sean's throat and he tore at the buttons on his shirt, trying to expose more skin for Viggo to touch. "Nuh..no. No. I want...oh Christ...I want you over me. I want to feel you, to know you want to be inside me."

Sean’s words sent electric jolts straight to Viggo’s cock. “Fuck Sean, I want that… want you.” Pushing the Brit back onto the bed, he crawled over him, sucking at the dusky nipples.

With a soft groan, Sean let himself be pushed back onto the bed, hands clutching at Viggo's waist and back, pushing at his jacket and shirt. "God, yes, Vig..." He opened his eyes and turned his head. "Light...Vig...turn on the light. I want to know it's you and not another crazy wanking fantasy."

"It's me," Viggo chuckled, reaching for the light. "The only hand touching you tonight is going to be mine." Sitting back, he stripped off his jacket and shirt. "I hope your hands will be busy elsewhere."

Sean lay back once the soft, golden light snapped on, and beheld the angel practically astride him. "Oh yeah," he whispered in agreement, hands already itching to touch that warm flesh. He slid his hands over Viggo's shoulders and down over his chest, watching the muscles ripple. "I've dreamed about touching you like this," Sean admitted. "Just touching...learning, and being allowed."

"You should have asked sooner, Sean," Viggo whispered, gazing down at the man spread out before him, the man he thought he knew so well. "I had no idea..." Threading rough fingers through silky hair, he leaned down for a gentle kiss.

If he didn't already love Viggo with every part of his being, he did now. Sean gave himself over to the soft kiss, the slow exploration, banking and reserving the memories against the chance of a future. "Vig, I want you, want to feel you," he finally murmured once Viggo shifted over his groin.

Reaching for Sean's belt, Viggo nudged his hip. "Then help me. We have too many clothes on."

Sean raised shaking hands to Viggo's belt, undoing the buckle and pulling the leather from the pants in a smooth stroke, then thumbing open the button and pulling down the zipper.

Rolling away briefly, Viggo pushed the rest of his clothes into a pile beside the bed. Turning back to his lover, his breath caught in his chest. "God, you are beautiful," he whispered, running his hands lightly over Sean's chest and around one hip. Hooking a knee, he pulled it up, making room to sit between the Brit's legs. He braced his hands on either side of the broad chest and leaned over for a kiss, brushing their chests together as he moved.

Sean kicked off his pants and leaned back on his elbows, watching Viggo and tilting his head back to offer his lips, raising one hand to fist it in Viggo's hair. He moaned softly as their chests touched, and he tried to pull Viggo closer. "Want to feel you."

Viggo rocked his body back and forth over Sean's, just barely brushing skin to skin. "Oh you are going to feel me, but first I need to taste you." Shifting back, he ghosted his lips down Sean's chest, circling his tongue around both peaked nipples and into his belly button before lying between his spread legs. He sucked gently on the wrinkled sac, teasing the sensitive skin beneath it with light passes of his teeth until Sean was pushing his hips off of the bed. Cradling his lover's ass in his hands, he pulled the muscular cheeks apart with his thumbs and blew hotly over the pink opening.

"Christ! Vig!" Sean yelped as he jerked in reaction to the intimate touches. His hands clutched at Viggo's shoulders and head. "You're gonna drive me barkers...please...more!"

Viggo chuckled, letting the vibrations pass from his lips to Sean's skin. He started with a tentative swipe of his tongue... and then another. With each pass of his tongue over the quivering opening, he let himself linger slightly longer, circling, probing, pushing against the tight muscle until he could feel Sean's legs trembling. Spreading the Brit even wider, he plundered the hole with his tongue, pressing in deeper and deeper with each thrust and finally adding his fingers.

Sean couldn't hold back the moans that built into a keening cry as Viggo worked his body over. He gave up on holding on to his new lover and gripped the headboard with both hands, hips lifting off the bed in reaction to the pleasure spiking through him. "Yes, fuck yes!" Sean cried out hoarsely as Viggo slid his fingers inside.

The erotic sounds spilling from Sean's lips kept pushing Viggo to greater efforts. Adding another finger, he searched until he found the location that would melt the rest of Sean's tension. "Let go for me, lover," he coaxed.

All it took was one touch and with a muffled cry, Sean hit his peak, his hard cock pumping without even being touched, the fluid pooling on his belly as he struggled for breath. "Vig..." he whispered.

Viggo's mouth moved, leaving his fingers to dance in the clenching channel and prolong Sean's climax. With a loving stroke, the American lifted the spent shaft to his lips, cleaning it of every trace of seed and suckling it gently. Moving to the smooth skin of Sean's abdomen, he licked and kissed until he'd tasted every drop of his lover's passion. "Ready to do it again?" he asked softly.

Eyes dazed with desire focused on Viggo and firm hands dragged him up Sean's body so that Sean could kiss him breathless, all the while pressing a swiftly hardening erection against Viggo's thigh. "You make me young again," he murmured, sliding his mouth down Viggo's throat to suckle at the collarbone.

"Young or horny?" Viggo asked, grinding his weeping cock against Sean's until it was completely hard again.

“Is there a difference?” Sean asked.

Shaking his head, Viggo agreed, "I guess not. Though some good things come with age. I never would have had this much control. I would have come just looking at you." Viggo knew his control was reaching its limits, however. Reaching for the drawer beside the bed, he fumbled for a condom and lube.

Sean moaned as he watched Viggo move above him, and he reached out to wrap a hand around Viggo's cock, feeling it from root to tip with gentle fingers. With a lurch he sat up and stopped Viggo's hands from reaching for himself. "Let me, Vig," Sean said, taking the condom from him and dropping down to suck the hard, bobbing cock into his mouth.

With a groan, Viggo wound his hands into Sean’s hair, pulling his head away from his cock. “Sean… fuck… you can’t do that. I want you too much. I’m too fucking close.”

Sean slowly rolled the condom onto Viggo's cock before leaning back and spreading his legs. "You'll manage," he said with firm conviction, stroking his own cock back to life as he watched Viggo spread lube on his fingers. Lube intended for HIS arse. Sean swallowed hard and clutched at his cock as it twitched in reaction to the desire that shot through his gut.

Viggo tensed, trying not to thrust into Sean's hand as he rolled the condom over his sensitive length. Warming the lube between his fingers, he batted Sean's hands away, replacing them with his own. He stroked the silky steel shaft, teasing the Brit's tight opening with the tip of one finger... two fingers.

Groaning and sucking in a deep breath as he lay back against the pillows, Sean drew his knees up to expose himself more to Viggo. "So good, Vig, so good...more, please...please!"

Sean’s pleas destroyed Viggo’s control. With a final stretch of his fingers, he replaced them with the crown of his cock. Pushing against the yielding muscle, he growled, “You ready for me, Sean?”

"Oh Christ, yes, Vig, please!" Sean's hands scrabbled over Viggo's sweaty hips, trying to pull him closer. "Do it...do it!"

In one long controlled slide, Viggo buried himself in his lover’s body. “Oh God, Sean, why did we wait so long to do this?”

Sean couldn't respond with anything other than a broken whimper as he raised his hips toward his lover, wanting everything he could get, urging Viggo to move.

Viggo matched Sean's thrusts, his movements becoming faster and harder as the blonde moaned and writhed beneath him. Sean's need and his pleasure were contagious. Viggo's desire to please him was almost desperate. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled his lover up onto his thighs changing the way he stroked into the tensing passage.

Sean's yell of pleasure echoed around them as he clutched at Viggo's shoulders. "Vig, Christ...I'm gonna come again...please, Vig, harder!" His eyes rolled back in his head as his entire body strained.

Wrapping a warm, still slippery hand around Sean's cock, Viggo stroked him roughly. "Come for me, baby. I want to watch you come... feel you come."

Viggo's words would have been enough - his touch made Sean erupt again, his hips jutting up and a rough howl of completion tearing from his throat. The feel of his longtime love was too much to resist.

The look on Sean's face when he came was enough to steal Viggo's breath away. Sean’s body convulsing around Viggo tore a powerful climax from the American along with a guttural cry from his throat. Arms and legs trembling uncontrollably, he lowered himself to Sean's chest, gasping for air, his heart pounding in his ears. "Fuck, Sean," he breathed, unable to compose or execute a more eloquent statement.

Viggo jumped as someone knocked on his door. Exchanging a confused look with Sean, he shrugged, and then his whole body tensed at the soft British accent calling his name through the door.

Sean swore under his breath and let his head fall to the pillow. After a second, his fist hit the bed. "He can't have you back, Vig. I'm not giving you up, not now."

Viggo looked from the door to the rumpled man next to him. Running his hand up Sean’s warm chest, he hooked the back of his neck and pulled him close so their foreheads were touching. “Time to get dressed, lover. It looks like we are about to entertain our first guest as a couple.”

Drawing a steadying breath, Sean cupped Viggo's face in his hands and gently kissed him before letting him move away. They clambered off the bed, Sean laughing as Viggo got tangled in the blanket that was thrown on the floor. The Brit pulled his pants on and buttoned up before sitting in a chair at the small table across the room from the bed, pouring himself a drink.

Viggo grinned sheepishly at his lover, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. "Just a second," he called loudly, pulling on a pair of well-worn jeans. Tugging Sean to his feet, he pulled him towards the door. "Together, yeah? Starting here."

A big silly grin covered Sean's face as he walked along behind Viggo to the door and stood behind him. Just before Viggo opened the door, Sean curled an arm about his waist from behind, leaning forward to whisper in one ear. "Together."

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THE END

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