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Date: June 21, 2003 Pairing: VM/SB Rating: R Summary: Sean was turned on by a name. Archive: RugbyTackle, Green Opals, Enigma Disclaimer: NOT true. Absobloodylutely fictional. Feedback: Yes, please. Beta: English is not my first language, utmost thanks to my dearest VigBean goddess milochka for beta. Note: Came across an interview article the other day, and want to have some fun. All the bitty Viggo talked about his alias was extracted from here. For my LJ new friends quentelin and lady_iseult. *hugs new friends dearly* I'm totally taken by their wonderful fic. *swoons* * * * * * "Vic Morton.....What the hell?" Sean almost choked his tea out, the only thing he'd consumed so far that day. "Yeah," Viggo's throaty laughter filled Sean's ears. "In the beginning my agent and everybody was very obsessed with getting my name changed. So I suggested as a joke to change it to 'Vic Morton'." Sean was dazed by the dreamy expression on Viggo's face, and found himself getting hard again despite the fact that they just had their morning-to-afternoon shagging session. At first Sean thought they could simply sit down and relax, eat or drink a bit while having some casual chats. He didn't understand why he was so turned on by hearing Viggo talk. "That sounds like one of those film noir private investigators from the 40's.....Vic Morton, Private Eye. What do you think?" Viggo was still wrapped in his memories, fingers tapping on the table, staring blankly into his glass of ice-tea, snickering almost to himself. Sean swallowed hard, and shifted slightly to a more comfortable position on his chair. His stirring cock was becoming a major problem now. Damn. Vic Morton. Viggo looked across sharply. Sean felt his face flush hot, because he wasn't even sure whether he said it aloud or not. Viggo narrowed his eyes. "You have a problem with that?" Sean licked his lips reflexively, put his mug down and stood up. "I'm going to the shower, now." Viggo gazed at the front of Sean's boxers, already wet with a spot of pre-cum. His fingers flexed and curled around Sean's wrist, a bit too forcefully. "My name is Viggo Mortensen, and Hollywood will have to live with that." Viggo loosened his grip, and grinned deviously. "And, since you're having a problem with Vic Morton, why don't you take care of him?" |
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