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Summary: Viggo is lonely and misses Sean

Rated: PG-13

Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo

Warnings: None

Challenges:

Series: None

Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes

Word count: 369 Read: 830

Published: 30 Jul 2009 Updated: 30 Jul 2009

The sun is glaring and he should be sleeping but he can’t. So instead he
lies on the bed, right hand lazily stroking his cock's silk-hardness, left
hand skimming nipples and collarbone on the way up to his lips and nose.

He can smell Sean on his fingers.

It's not true, of course. But he can pretend.

He doesn’t think that Sean smells quite like this, though. Sean would smell
saltier, taste saltier - like sweat. Viggo arches into his own hand, fingers firm, thinking of Sean

glistening, gleaming, slick

changing after shooting the blizzard scene at the soundstage, sweaty and
laughing. And the image morphs, but the grin stays the same

Cheshire cat

remembering how Sean looked at him across a table at the pub, eyes sparkling, hands

strong, firm, warm – yes

moving through the air and touching

yes

Viggo’s cheek,

not like that, but it doesn’t matter

and Viggo turns his head slightly, left hand stroking the side of his face,

yes

matching the speed of his right hand and he moans

yes Sean, please Sean

and closes his eyes

and Sean smiles at him from the chair and says: “Come here.” And Viggo goes
to him, straddles him, kisses him and Sean does taste salty and his coarse
beard scratches Viggo’s face. Then Sean pushes him over and down and they’re
on a bed. Sean is naked now, skin glowing, and Viggo tries to touch him
everywhere but can’t. Instead he lets Sean touch him – everywhere – stroking
him, kissing him, making him moan. And beg. Sean likes it when he begs. He
tells him that. He says: “Beg, Viggo. Tell me what you want me to do to
you.” And he does. And when his pleas change, when they go from fucking to
loving, Sean changes with them, always stroking Viggo firmly


and he comes.

He lays still for a bit, breathing heavily. Then he plucks a Kleenex from
the box on the bedside table and wipes himself clean. He’s on call in less
than three hours. The drapes aren't keeping the sun out. Sean is in England.
And the only smell lingering on his skin is loneliness.