Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Disclaimer: I made it all up.
A/N: Written for Darla. She wanted angsty smut. I've never written anything but hobbits'n'orli, so I hope this is okay. Merry Christmas! Thanks to impasto for the beta.
Viggo jabbed the knife into the plastic packaging, but it wouldn’t give. All he seemed to do was leave tiny dents across the surface. He placed it on the table and stared at it, trying to figure out the best way to open it. A knock at the door shook him out of his thoughts.
He crossed the room, kicking a pile of paints out of his path in the living room.
“Sean, what are you doing here?” Viggo asked, holding the door open enough so Sean could enter. He walked over to the couch and threw his jacket over the arm.
“I can’t come visit you while I’m in town?” Sean turned and faced Viggo. Viggo closed the door softly behind him, shaking his head.
“No. I didn’t mean that. It’s good to see you, Sean. I’m just surprised, that’s all. It’s been awhile.” Viggo extended his hand in front of him. Sean eyed it before taking it in his own.
“Hand shaking? I never thought…”
“Don’t, Sean.” Viggo pulled his hand out of Sean’s grasp and walked back over to the table. He picked up the plastic package again and started toying with it. Sean watched him closely.
“How were the premieres?”
“Wonderful. A lot of fucking work and it wore me out, but you know how that goes.” Viggo kept his eyes glued to the package. He still couldn’t get it open.
“Need help?” Sean extended his hand, but Viggo pulled away.
“No, I’ve got it.”
“What is it?”
“Something for Henry for Christmas. I’m not even sure what it is. He showed it to me in the store, and I went back to pick it up. Are you spending Christmas with your kids?”
“As far as I know.” Sean grabbed the package out of his hand and stepped away. Viggo jumped out of the chair, but Sean turned his back to him. He pulled a pocketknife out of his jeans and slit it open down the side. “Your knife was too dull.”
Sean handed the package back to Viggo. He snatched it out of Sean’s hands and stalked back to the table.
“I had it under control.”
“Now you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
Viggo sat down in a chair and started taking the contents of the package out and laying them on the table. He didn’t look up when Sean laid his hand on his shoulder.
“Viggo, don’t do this.”
“What you’re doing. What you’ve always done.”
Viggo stood up and knocked Sean’s hand off his shoulder. He stepped close, his jaw set and eyes focused entirely on Sean. “Why exactly are you here?”
“I told you.” Sean stepped back, but Viggo followed him. He looked up sharply when his back hit the wall. They stared at each other for a few heated moments before Sean leaned forward and pressed his lips roughly to Viggo’s. Viggo kissed him back hungrily. He then abruptly pulled away.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled.
“You don’t seem to mind too much,” Sean said, reaching his hands out to grasp the buttons on Viggo’s shirt. He slowly pulled each button through the hole, following the progress of his fingers with his eyes. Viggo let his eyes drift shut momentarily.
“Okay.” But Viggo didn’t move to stop him. Instead he captured Sean’s mouth again. Sean finished unbuttoning Viggo’s shirt and slid it off his shoulders. It dropped to the floor without another thought. Viggo quickly pulled Sean’s shirt off over his head and threw it somewhere behind them.
“Where’s Henry?” Sean asked as Viggo sunk his teeth into his earlobe.
“Out with a girlfriend. He won’t be back for awhile.” Sean grabbed Viggo’s shoulders and swung them around so Viggo was thrown face first against the wall. Viggo held himself up with both hands to keep his face from being smashed against the smooth wood. He pressed against Viggo, grinding his erection against his ass. “What are we doing, Sean?”
“Don’t think. Just go with it.” Sean dropped kisses along Viggo’s shoulders as he wrapped his arms around his waist. He fumbled with the button on Viggo’s pants, finally pulling it open and yanking both them and his boxers down. He grabbed Viggo’s cock in one hand while his other hand fumbled with his own pants.
Sean slid his hand along Viggo’s cock. Viggo turned his head to the side and searched for Sean’s mouth. Sean met his mouth and slipped his tongue inside.
“Where’s the lube?” Sean whispered against Viggo’s mouth.
“Same place.” Sean pulled away and left Viggo standing there. He took a deep breath and rested his forehead against the wall. He shivered when he felt Sean’s fingertips trailing from the base of his neck down his spine. Sean covered his fingers with lube and slipped one finger inside Viggo. Viggo moaned softly as Sean worked his finger in and out.
Viggo turned his head and Sean captured his lips again. He removed his fingers, positioned himself at Viggo’s entrance, and thrust inside. Viggo braced himself against the wall. Sean gripped Viggo’s hips roughly as he slid in and out. Viggo lowered one of his hands and grabbed his cock. After a few strokes, Viggo came over his hand. Sean thrust a few more times and stilled as he came inside him.
Viggo pushed himself off the wall as Sean pulled out of him. He reached down and pulled up his pants, and he headed towards the door. Viggo opened it and motioned Sean towards it.
“Please leave.” Viggo leaned against the door as he watched Sean cross the room.
“Don’t do this,” Sean whispered.
“This never should have happened. We can’t. It’s over.”
“It just can’t work any longer.” Viggo didn’t argue when Sean pulled the door from his grasp and closed it.
“I don’t care.” Sean pulled Viggo onto the couch.
“I don’t either.” Viggo laid his head on Sean’s shoulder and stared straight ahead.