Date: February 28, 2003 Pairing: VM/SB Rating: PG13 (for the language) Summary: It's only rugby-tackling. That's all. Archive: RugbyTackle, Green Opals, Enigma Disclaimer: NOT true. AbsoBloodylutely fictional. Feedback: Yes, please. Note: My first LotR RPS fic AND English is not my first language. This snippet is written for all the goddesses in Live Journal's Rugbytackle community, especially for the Usual Suspects! who led to my fall for VigBean. L0L The title (Don't Stop) and the subject (rugby-tackling) speak for itself. Love you all, as always. * * * * * They had never been this close. Never when neither of them was in characters. He was closing, or testing to close certain personal space. Not quite sure what he's heading for or looking forward to at this point of time. He thought he had no reason to dislike it. Though wasn't sure if the man would feel otherwise. He didn't hesitate, anyway. Muscles charged and flexed, dashed forward, gripped tight, pushed hard. Bodies banged and thudded heavily. Soft chuckles mixed with raspy panting. "Damn." Viggo wondered why would they end up wrestling in unfamiliar warmth. "...right." Sean didn't hold himself back. Viggo was to blame for starting the whole scene, indeed. And Sean was more than happy to put up his best. "You never know when to stop, do you?" "Godammit." Sean pulled back furiously, breaking all the contacts in one abrupt move. "I think YOU don't." Viggo's grin froze halfway. The sudden emptiness enclosing him amazed him, and he didn't expect that Sean would feel being offended. His best friend was always so receptive to almost everything. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't......" Viggo wasn't able to put it into words, not yet. He put his hand on Sean's shoulder, tried to squeeze but feeling numb. Sean's body heat burnt his cold sweaty palm. Viggo nearly groaned. "You 'didn't' what, then?" Green eyes gleamed a different rate of glints. Viggo was yet to think through it. He shook his spinning head slowly, then ran the fingers through his own hair, holding his head in place with both hands. "You started this." A careful but not totally undefensive statement. Viggo nodded. "I don't understanding." Sean was a bit taken by Viggo's speechless state. "Me neither." But Viggo didn't want to stop once it had started. "Not at all." The ripple of impulsion reverberating deep within. It shocked him, and paralyzed him, so much so that he could not finish what he thought he had wanted to say. "But you enjoy it?" Whatever Sean was asking or stating or implying sounded unworldly strange to Viggo -- the tone, the accent, the words. "I, um...just..." He would not have denied himself, nor would he have allowed regrets. Things with Sean would never be the same again. Not that Viggo was ever convinced they would, for the better or the worse. "You'd know better, Vig." Sean's voice neutral, gaze steady, face blank. The way Sean said his name made Viggo quiver. His mouth went dry. There's something there quite impossible to miss. "What are you trying to say?" "You'd know better." "Well, I'm asking." "Don't stop." Blasted out hard and fast. Almost like a thrust into the deepest of him. Viggo startled, and puzzled for a mere second. Looking at Sean sitting right across him incredibly static, Viggo gritted and hissed. "You like it?" But Sean didn't grin, didn't raise an eyebrow, didn't even move a finger. There was something so intense in the air that a single blink would sparkle off. Viggo thought he could smell the pulsation vibrating out from Sean's motionless physique. "Not that I can say no." Sean straightened slowly, as if going to rise on his feet. Viggo tensed up and all ready to strike again. Only this time found himself being bumped, pushed and pinned down. Struggling to free himself reflexively Viggo noticed they ended up wrestling again, but he was too breathless to figure out whether he was floating because of the full weight pressing over him blowing his mind away, or he was drowning because the very last bit of strength was crushed out of him by strong arms tightening around him. "Don't stop." Sean's voice was so close as if coming out from Viggo's own body. "Damn it." Viggo barely mustered all his energy to laugh. "You never know when to stop." |
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