| Cold Feet delica |
Date: May 3, 2003 Pairing: VM/SB Rating: R Summary: Sean always wondered about Viggo's bare feet. Archive: RugbyTackle, Green Opals, Enigma Disclaimer: NOT true. Absobloodylutely fictional. Feedback: Yes, please. Love you. Can't wait. Beta: English is not my first language, utmost thanks to my beta goddess Lamath. Note: Lamath said: I do love those two - never shy about taking their clothes off. And I do love you into pieces for everything *hearts Lamath* You are Great!! * * * * * Sean felt so damn cold that he couldn't feel his own feet. It seemed that everything started from the shooting on the snowy mountain, Mount Aspiring, where Peter wanted to show the audience it was a spectacular mountain covered by real snow, not anything CG or man-made. Not that Peter would have been particularly persuasive, if he wasn't their director. There and then Sean was already wearing layers of leggings, socks and boots, but his feet were still numb throughout. He thought he should be thankful that he was a Man, not a Hobbit who had nothing to protect their feet from freezing except a thin layer of latex hobbit feet. Since then, Sean could not effectively get rid of the persistent numbness invading his feet. Even though he would wear socks when he went to bed, he still couldn't feel his toes. It was then that Sean started to take a very intense interest in Viggo's habit of going barefoot. Viggo's bare feet seemed all-weather-proof, Sean reckoned. They were strong at the ankles, extending to the board and muscled insteps, ending with long and blunt toes. * * * When Sean entered their make-up trailer, Viggo was in his jeans and shirt, barefoot as usual; his make-up and wig were already out of way, but Narsil was still in his hands. "Hey mate, wait for me, would you?" Sean threw him a weary grin via the mirror, before settling down on the chair and letting the make-up personnel help him out. Sean was pretty sure Viggo was not totally out of his character yet. Sometimes they would have to chat about everything and anything for more than half an hour before Viggo could get back to himself. But there and then Sean was overwhelmed by the coldness and tiredness that he clamped his mouth shut for most of the time. When he was finally done and all the personnel gone, Sean slumped at one end of the only couch in the trailer, unable to even move a finger. "Are you all right?" Viggo was sitting on the other end of the couch, his back against the armrest facing Sean, feet on the cushion and knees bent. "Bloody cold and exhausted." "I think you're from York." Viggo was wondering how could Sean manage somehow to look attractively wrecked and admirably haunted all at one. "But here the planet is upside down. I'm supposed to feel hot in this season." Sean ran a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. "Cos you can't put your head round it," Viggo shook his head. "Dinner or what?" Sean shrugged. "Anything to warm me up." "You need something hot, man." Sean quivered at the words. Maybe Viggo's tone sounded more suggestive than what he actually said. "Will do anything to get the fucking cold out of my feet." Sean flew a glance at Viggo's bare feet, before looking away quickly. "You've got a way to keep them warm, I suppose." "Well," Viggo stretched one leg and landed the heel on Sean's thigh. "A little secret. Not for sharing." Sean was startled by the contact, couldn't tear his eyes away from Viggo's foot, which was literally on his lap. Without any thinking Sean placed his cold sweaty palm over the warm dry skin of the instep, and squeezed experimentally, adding another hand to cover the sole as well, and tried all over again. His expression prying and curious. Viggo twitched under Sean's caress, very close to whimpering simply by the feeling of Sean's big rough hands on his bare skin. It never occurred to him that his foot would be so sensitive to touches, luring him to try those hands out on other more sensitive parts of his body. The idea struck him hard, but Viggo could feel, as if a signal, his whole body warming up to a different degree of anticipation. "Come here, baddie." Viggo's voice was muffled. Sean looked up and found that Viggo had slid down on the couch and shifted aside. Sean didn't notice, until now, that Viggo might be his virus, or his vaccine -- the origin of all his failure to feel, to think, to response, to make sense. Yet he wouldn't be immuned, unless he was infected. Viggo locked his gaze on him, brushing his extended foot up and down Sean's belly. "Come over here. Now." Sean blinked and shifted and crawled, and finally stretched out lying side by side with Viggo on the worn-out cushion of the un-cozy couch, his tension evident in every slow and careful movement. Being this close, Sean could feel Viggo holding his breath. Sean closed his eyes, and felt Viggo's hand swimming through his hair. "Mmmm." Viggo smelt nice and felt good. Sean started to relax into the closeness, and wasn't aware that he craved for warmth and safety, which he had never thought about taking from Viggo before now. When Sean reflexively slipped his arm around to pull Viggo closer, the back of his hand hit something hard and cold. Narsil. Sean gritted his teeth. Never too far away from Viggo. "Doesn't it ever piss you off, being Aragorn all the time?" Sean burst out in laughter. "You have a problem with that?" Viggo snickered while removing the sword from the cushion onto the floor. "I'd live with it." It felt too much like tempting fate to tell Viggo right now how much he wanted him. "Sounds good enough." Viggo realized that if he was going to stand any chance of giving a new definition to their relationship, he had to act now, if not sooner. "Tell me when you're ready." Sean ran his fingers down the side of Viggo's body, and buried his face against Viggo's throat. "I think you're probably right," Viggo felt an enormous distance build between him and his surroundings, that Sean became the only subject for summoning all his senses to see, to hear, to smell, to taste, and to feel. "About?" Sean tilted his head a bit, brushing his lips across the tender skin under Viggo's jaw line. "That one's supposed to feel hot." "Aren't you?" Sean's voice was as much of a tease as what his body was doing to Viggo. He languorously moved his hips towards Viggo. Viggo groaned softly, and rocked into Sean. "I like the way you warm up." Voice roughened with arousal. "My little secret." Sean gasped. "Tell me anyway." Viggo sighed. Sean clutched Viggo and rolled over, pressing Viggo flat on his back, and propped up on his own elbows. He peered down at Viggo whose half-lid eyes and parted lips were impossible to resist. Sean was harder than he wanted to admit, and he could feel Viggo's bulge pressing against his lower belly. "Vig, I..." Sean felt his whole body flushing and tingling. He forced his ragging breathing into stillness, and felt dizzy all over again because he had held his breath, together with his words, a bit too long. It was just that easy, to take whatever Viggo offered. It wasn't that easy, because there was something more, something unique in Viggo's eyes. Always there. Something Sean dared not to think what it could be. Viggo closed his hands behind Sean's neck to pull him closer, lifting his head to meet Sean's, smiling ever so shy and tender. "Tell me," his voice was no more than a purr. Something shifted in Sean's chest. His smile crinkled the skin round his eyes, "want you." Then Viggo kissed him. Long, languid and luxurious. It was all too natural that desire swept everything away except the consciousness of each other's body. No time to undress, just the hasty tugging of whatever clothing got in the way. And they didn't need much discretion to answer their urgency, searching for satisfaction in each other's hands, crying out names that had been hovering round their lips; dazzled and dazed in equal measure, feeling completely strange and new. Lying on the cooling cushion Sean nuzzled close to Viggo, his foot raking slightly over Viggo's leg to steal the warmth. Viggo hissed and jumped when the coldness of Sean's foot burnt onto his naked skin. He faintly sensed that something had also burnt into his naked soul. "Geeeze. Next time, pants off, socks on." |
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