So, in Part I, we'd left off with:
(Sean stands up and drags Viggo by the collar outside to his car. He opens up the back door and pushes Viggo inside.)
(Viggo falls backwards onto the backseat. He looks at his surroundings, then back at Sean standing at the door, and grins mischievously.)
Viggo: You know, Sean... (starts unbuttoning his shirt) There's no one else around right now...
-- [*] --
Sean: (dives into car, shuts door) It would appear you are correct.
Viggo: (pulls off Sean's shirt) So c'mon then...
Sean: (licks Viggo's throat) Enough talking, yeah? (kisses Viggo)
Viggo: (kisses Sean) Mmmffff...
Sean: (strips) Ahhhh....
Viggo: (strips too) Yeah...
Sean: (claws at Viggo) Mmmmm...
Viggo: (strokes Sean's cock) Ooohhhh...
Sean: (panting) Let's go. Hand over the lube.
Viggo: (stops, frowns) Don't have any.
Sean: (frustrated) What?
Viggo: Thought you had it.
Sean: I've been on set all day. Where was I supposed to carry it?
Viggo: Dunno, under your wig maybe?
Sean: (rolls eyes) Please. Not that again.
Viggo: (checks glove compartment) Look, there's a bit left in here.
Sean: (wrinkles nose) Ewww. How long has that tube been lying around?
Viggo: (settles back, spreads legs) You tell ME... this is your car!
Sean: (grabs lube) Um. Never you mind that.
Viggo: (being prepped) C'mon, hurry up.
Sean: (slowly adds finger #3) Hey, I'm doing this for your benefit...
Viggo: (squirms) Really. Very charitable of you, thanks.
Sean: (sighs) Not MY fault you're so goddamn tight. If it were up to me you'd be getting stretched every single day, and we wouldn't have this problem. (slides in carefully)
Viggo: (grimaces, adjusts) Problem? Sorry, didn't realize fucking me was such a chore.
Sean: (amused) Now who's the one bitching, eh?
Viggo: (wriggling) Look, would you just MOVE already?
Sean: (grins) Like this, you mean? (starts thrusting)
Viggo: (shouts loudly) Ohhh, YEAH...
Sean: (stops, alert) Hey, did you hear that?
Viggo: (panting) Hear what?
(PJ appears at car window)
PJ: Sean, good, there you are, I wanted to ask... oh. Oh my.
Sean: Ummm... *dies*
Viggo: Errr... (tries to cover up)
PJ: (embarrassed) Right, then. Sorry, lads, I'll leave you to it.
(PJ runs off)
Sean: (aghast) Oh, brilliant, Viggo. Announce it to all of New Zealand, why don't you.
Viggo: (pouts) Wasn't MY fault.
Sean: (rolls up car window) It was! Do you always have to shout the place down?
Viggo: (offended) Aren't you flattered that I'm making such appreciative noises?
Sean: Not when the whole bloody set can hear you, no.
Viggo: (hooks leg over Sean) Fine. I'll just lie back and think of England whenever you screw me. (glances up) Oh, look, is that a British flag over my head?
Sean: (already muttering) First PJ thinks I'm on drugs, now this. Christ. I bet he's definitely gonna toss me into the mental asylum now...
Viggo: (mumbles) Good...
Sean: ... and they'll put me in one of those Hannibal Lecter masks, so I can't talk.
Viggo: (sarcastic) Oh, if only.
Sean: Fuck you.
Viggo: (snickers) Isn't that what you've been trying to do for the past ten minutes? And not very successfully, I might add.
Sean: (smirks) Oh, I'll show you successful... (thrusts in hard)
Viggo: (yelps) Easy! Watch where you put that thing, eh?
Sean: (panting) Where the fuck ELSE am I supposed to put it?
Viggo: (winces) Hey, hold up a sec. Seatbelt buckle's digging into my ass.
Sean: That's just my cock, you idiot.
Viggo: Is your dick square and made of really cold metal?
Sean: (grumbles) Don't be cheeky...
Viggo: No? Then shut up and be still for a second. (adjusts and sighs)
Sean: (sarcastic politeness) May I continue now?
Viggo: (snidely) Continue what? You haven't done anything yet, lazy-ass.
Sean: Oooh, just for that, you're really gonna get it. (starts hammering away)
Viggo: (mutters) Finally...
Sean: Oh, just quit blathering and take it. (speeds up)
Viggo: (moans) oooohkay...
Sean: (sweating) Mmmm. Love it when you moan like that. Do it again.
Viggo: What are you, a porn director? (moans again anyway)
Sean: (grins) Yeah, baby. That's right. You and me fucking and... (hits head on roof) Yowch!
Viggo: (chortles, panting) Hah. Serves you right.
Sean: (bites Viggo's ear) Shut up, you twat...
Viggo: (groans) Make me.
Sean: As you wish. (slams in hard, Viggo whimpers) By the way, that was for pounding the hell out of my knees yesterday.
Viggo: (incoherent) ...
Sean: This (slams in harder) is for destroying my reputation. (starts pumping Viggo's cock)
Viggo: (whimpers) yeah...
Sean: (growls) And this (pounds in really super-hard) is for ruining my fucking wig.
Viggo: (comes) Gahhhhh...
Sean: (comes too) Eeeeeee....
Viggo: mmmffff...
Sean: ahhhhhh...
Viggo: (recovering) Ooh. That was good.
Sean: (breathless) ...Yeah.
Viggo: (pointing) Whoops. I came on the upholstery. Sorry.
Sean: (sighs) S'okay. Club soda'll get that out.
Viggo: (grimaces) You weigh a ton. Move off me, will you?
Sean: (shifts awkwardly) Sorry...
Viggo: And get your elbow out of my face!
Sean: (annoyed) Christ, don't you EVER quit?
Viggo: (smirks) I'll be quiet if you promise to let me play with your replacement wig tomorrow.
Sean: (shakes head in disbelief) Fine. You're doing the explaining to PJ next time, though.
Summary: Follows "Dirty Blond" -- what was Sean's explanation to the hair crew? Co-written with Lamath.
Rated: NC-17
Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: Great ExplanationsChapters: 2 Completed: Yes
Word count: 1884 Read: 1583
Published: 07 Aug 2009 Updated: 07 Aug 2009
Author's Chapter Notes:
The boys get it on in the car, amidst much bickering.