Pickups

Title: Pickups
Author: Mimine
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: VM/SB/DW (VM/SB/OB implied)
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Yes please! mimine101@hotmail.com
Archive: Rugbytackle, if it’ll have me. Anyone else please ask
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people. I don’t know what they do in their spare time. I doubt they spend it screwing each other but if they do, more power to them. This is fantasy. If you believe it I’d really like some of what you’re smoking.
Notes: My gratitude to slashmuse for her beta. All mistakes are mine.


When not in costume they weren’t really that similar. Sean’s close cropped hair was still blond, but Dave’s was darker under Faramir’s sandy-haired wig. Their noses were both… well… imposing but different. Their eyes… Sean’s were closed so Viggo could notice that the blue in Dave’s eyes turned into gray, almost silver at times. Only their beards remained identical, old fashioned, scruffy beards, incongruous with their short hair.

Viggo was still in shock, still trying to understand how it could have been so easy for Sean.

*You’ll get to choose the next one, how about it?*

The first time had been a couple of months ago. Viggo wasn’t sure he really had chosen Orlando when the young man had come over bearing gifts. Wine, joints, condoms that glowed in the dark. Viggo had been the one to suggest a threeway, but to what extent that had really been his decision he didn’t know.

Viggo risked Peter’s wrath to find time to be with Sean, now that Sean had come for pickups. Peter agreed to give him some time off, although he was not that fond of the relationship between his Aragorn and his Boromir.

And Viggo had come to surprise Sean only to find him out drinking with his “little brother”. They had sppracpractically all night talking about Boromir and Faramir, Sean’s accent indecipherable as it often became after a few. Dave could understand it, though, Viggo was not too pleased to notice.

Peter would kill him. Liv would kill him. He was simply a dead man if he kept this up. Sean would be in New Zealand only until the next morning and Viggo couldn’t understand why his friend couldn’t feel the same urgency he was feeling.

It had been a casual thing, true. No talk of meeting again, a few phone calls and e-mails as well as the occasional letter. It was as if New Zealand was what had turned them temporarily gay and it was business as usual the moment they went back to being several oceans apart. Viggo ought to recognize his own words… this is it, it’s over, Sean leaves, Aragorn moves on.

Orlando made no secret of being interested in going one on one with Viggo after that night. He didn’t seem to have noticed that Sean had been in that threesome anyway. Viggo would have minded had he been in Sean’s shoes, but Sean had appeared happy to just sit and watch - a beer in one hand, his cock in the other.

Orlando had flirted with Viggo non-stop after Sean went back home. However, it seemed that whatever there had been about New Zealand that had made Viggo want to be gay was gone when Sean left.

Wet sounds brought Viggo’s attention back to the present. Simulated incest was happening before him as the two “brothers” locked lips, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings. It wasn’t fair to blame Dave, the man was drunk, star struck. Sean exuded this quality when he wanted to, this feeling that made people around him fall over themselves to make him happy.

It was up to Viggo to suggest taking this somewhere private, wondering whether he’d be invited and should he be, whether he really wanted to be there. Somewhere private turned out to be Sean’s hotel, luckily in walking distance from the pub with Viggo leading the way and two very drunk blonds staggering behind him. Staggering and pausing to kiss from time to time and every time Viggo flashing to a snapshot of that kiss plastered all over the news even though it was late and the streets were deserted.

Viggo considered taking his leave of them at the reception desk but Sean held firmly at his arm and turned to give him a radiant smile.

Yes.

The elevator doors had hardly closed when Sean grabbed the Aussie again, kissing and groping. Dave was letting out little breathy moans that had Viggo’s cock straining painfully against his zipper in no time. Sean had a hand to spare, it seemed, and unerringly went for Viggo’s crotch. Greedy Sean. Viggo hadn’t realized how much he’d missed him.

The elevator doors had hardly closed when Sean grabbed the Aussie again, kissing and groping. Dave was letting out little breathy moans that had Viggo’s cock straining painfully against his zipper in no time. Sean had a hand to spare, it seemed and it unerringly went for Viggo’s crotch. Greedy Sean. Viggo hadn’t realized how much he’d missed him.

Viggo stopped Sean’s hand before it made its way inside his pants. They had finally made it to their floor. Dave let out a pitiful whine as Sean stopped grinding against him. Sean laughed and pulled the younger man out of the elevator.

“Come on, it will only get better.”

Sean turned, apparently to make sure that Viggo was following. Another wide smile and Viggo knew he’d follow no matter what. He grabbed Sean’s key and opened the door, walking first into the room.

Dave and Sean raced each other to the bed and fell on it with so much force it was a miracle they didn’t break it. It was hardly big enough for two, three was out of the question. Viggo sat on an armchair next to the bed feeling more like a voyeur than a participant in this. He discovered he didn’t really mind as much as he thought he would. He let his gaze roam on the two figures on the bed. Economic movements had their clothes flying around, their savage kisses breaking only when absolutely necessary.

Sean was on his back, holding Dave with arms and legs. They were both completely naked by then. Viggo had ended up with a pair of boxer shorts on his lap and he knew from Sean’s wicked grin when he threw them up in the air that it hadn’t been an accident.

Cheeky bastard. He was staring at Viggo to make sure he had his attention even as he lifted his legs (typical) and instructed Dave to give him a nice hard fucking (as if his position left any doubts).

Viggo stroked at himself through his pants, wincing as the pressure became frankly painful. He gave in and undid his zipper letting his cock breathe at last. He should be the one poised and ready to enter Sean, he did not need the other man making some sort of fucking point. Had Viggo known what turnaround felt like he would have never touched Orlando but the fact remained that he had and the kid had effectively sucked Viggo’s brains out of his cock.

Sean lifted his legs higher and Viggo could see from the strange expression on Dave’s face that he had no experience with getting cock and balls out of the way to get to his target. Poor Dave with his reddening cheeks and plump lips, who’d talked about how he’d never done this before and while Viggo thought he’d meant a threesome he’d obviously meant fucking a man.

Well, Viggo had come prepared so he tossed a condom to the blushing stud. He held the bottle of lube that he had packed with it in his hand for a moment, thinking of letting Dave improvise in that and picturing a very uncomfortable Sean on his long flight home the next morning. On second thought he tossed the lube as well. He was not by nature a vengeful person.

“Condom first, then lube,” he chastised.

Dave prepared himself quickly, nearly tearing the condom in his haste to put it on. He was just as eager to slide home. Viggo laughed at the expression on Sean’s face but had to admire how he managed not to cry out. Viggo’s experience as a bottom was limited to say the least. However, he could read Sean and that had definitely been pain. Dave didn’t seem to have noticed. He was a total mess, flushed, his body shining with sweat.

“Lift me a bit, there, good lad,” Sean crooned. At least that’s what Viggo guessed he’d said after Dave had complied. Not that he didn’t understand Sean at all, he just took a while to process the sounds and figure out what the man had said.

He knew what the bastard was doing, moving as he was, practically fucking himself on Dave as much as Dave was fucking him, his hands stroking down the other man’s back, down to his ass, grabbing and squeezing. And turning his head from time to time to make sure Viggo was watching.


Viggo was forcing himself not to jerk off for real. Only a gentle stroke whenever it just got too much. Sean was whispering his encouragement, “fuck me, yes, like that, just like that…” Dave seemed incapable of coherent speech. All he could do was utter little cries, whimpers almost. He seemed too focused on getting everything right to speak. He had his arms around Sean’s waist, lifting him, his body crouched in a position that had to be anything but comfortable and he was pumping away trying to go deeper and harder like Sean was telling him: “harder, you wanker, I’m not a fucking girl.”

Viggo permitted himself another stroke. Dave was close, panting harshly as he gave short, quick jabs and Sean was still moving under him, pressing to keep him in longer. Sean’s cock was hard, leaking precome. He couldn’t talk anymore either. And then it happened, before seeing Sean doing it Viggo didn’t think it was possible at all but Sean did do it almost every time. He hadn’t touched himself at all but there he was, coming from getting fucked alone, the ultimate power trip for any top. The current top was just amazed. He was still fucking Sean, his handsome face twisted in near agony.

Viggo knew that things weren’t that much fun for Sean from this point on.. He rarely allowed Viggo to go on fucking him after he had come. Selfish perhaps but that was Sean and Viggo had learnt to accept it. If he was about to shake Dave off him, perhaps it would be best to stop the Aussie. It could get ugly. Sean could be worse than a cat that’s had its fill of petting at times.

“Stop! Get off me!”

Dave didn’t seem to have heard. Viggo got up and placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder. He was about to tell him that he’d better do what Sean was telling him but a nice hard shove came from Sean first, making it much clearer. Dave gave out a cry and let go of Sean, his eyes widening in shock. He pulled out from the other man abruptly, grabbing the condom as he retreated. He threw it on the floor after a brief hesitation.

He was breathing heavily, standing at the foot of the bed, his body flushed, his cock red and hard. Viggo couldn’t help a smile at the sight. He then looked back at Sean who was stretching on the bed as though nothing had happened, a vaguely bored expression on his face as he wiped off the mess on his chest with the edge of a sheet. His hole was still loose. Viggo caught just a glimpse, but it was enough to get him going, sparks of red hot anger dancing behind his eyes. He should have been the one to take Sean, not Dave. And he would like to see Sean try to shake him off.

It was that anger that made him walk up to Sean.

“Open your mouth.”

Sean smiled. A challenge flashed in his eyes but was gone quickly. He propped himself on his elbows until his face was on level with Viggo’s cock. He pressed his lips on the swollen crown, mouth half open. Viggo closed his eyes at the familiar feel, the steady slide until he reached the back of Sean’s throat. And then Sean pushed him back a little to work on him with his tongue, that wonderful, wicked tongue curling around the head, circling it… it was pure bliss.

And then the shock of cold air and Sean’s harsh grip on Viggo’s thighs keeping him from sinking inside again.

Viggo felt the mattress shift against his knees. It seemed that Dave hadn’t intended to leave the game for long. Viggo had to admit that he had underestimated the man. He had straddled Sean’s chest and was inching towards his mouth. Sean was smiling as he leaned to take the slender cock in his mouth. The smile widened when he reached and slipped a finger in Dave’s ass.

Viggo tried to turn around to leave but could not tear his eyes away from what was happening. He tried closing his eyes but there were still the wet sounds as Sean opened that beautiful unfaithful mouth of his, swallowing Dave’s cock whole.

It shouldn’t be so good to watch Sean with another man. Sean shouldn’t have that expression on his face with anyone else, not those half closed eyes, the sly smile around the cock in his mouth. Viggo was more used to seeing that from above not the sidelines.

Then Sean pulled back letting Dave’s cock out of his mouth, glistening, precome gathering on the tip. Sean used his hand on the man, playing him, sliding the foreskin back and forth in a way that made Viggo wish he could have his back. Sean too was uncut and Viggo had enjoyed learning how to unwrap the goods.

While on the subject of learning, Dave seemed a lot happier about the finger up his ass that he had seemed to be when fir first put it in. He was preg bag back to it as much as he was pressing forward, moaning and whimpering like he would die if he didn’t come.

And Viggo had been left literally with his dick in his hand, watching the show, a million thoughts racing through his mind, most of them about Sean. Resentment and disappointment and stubborn arousal not letting the hollow feeling in Viggo’s chest daunt it in the least.

Sean searched blindly for the bottle of lubricant. He took his finger out of Dave’s ass and squeezed a dollop on his hand. He then stuck two fingers in Dave, sliding them in easily down to the last knuckle. The Aussie cried out in surprise and pushed forward until Viggo started thinking that there was no way Sean wouldn’t pass out. The position wasn’t exactly comfortable for deep-throating. Sean pushed the man back a little with his free hand, licking and slurping obscenely. Viggo couldn’t see much but the sounds were self explanatory. And then Dave pushed just barely back to Sean’s fingers which prompted the man under him to add a third and then a fourth finger.

Viggo winced in sympathy as Dave cried out, what was Sean trying to do, fist the man? Dave was obviously a virgin, even someone as thick-skinned as Sean should have noticed this.

“Stop, fuck you, it hurts!” the younger man finally managed to get out a complete sentence.

Sean did stop but not the way Dave wanted him. He just stopped sucking on him, his jaw slackening. His fingers remained right where they were. Dave pressed forward again but apparently just fucking Sean’s mouth wasn’t doing it for him. He wiggled against Sean’s fingers.

“What are you trying to do, split me open?” he whined.

His erection wasn’t going anywhere, on the contrary, a drop of precome glistened on the head. Viggo’s cock was leaking as well, his sac drawing up. Well, fuck that! He didn’t drive across New Zealand to jerk off! He squeezed ruthlessly at the base of his cock, trying to stave off orgasm.

Dave was now pressing back to Sean’s fingers, his cock unattended, bobbing in front of the other man’s face. Sean would give it a lick from time to time but mostly concentrated on fucking the younger man with his fingers.

“Do you want him? I opened him up for you.”

Dave looked down at Sean, shocked. He was drunk and willing to try new things but obviously not everything.

Sean smiled and took the tip of Dave’s cock in his mouth then turned tare are at Viggo. Viggo, who wanted to say no but found out he couldn’t.

Dave let Sean set him out to be fucked, initial protests dying away swiftly as Sean took him deep in his throat letting him shoot his load, at last.

And Viggo wasn’t so sure he wanted the pliant slender body even as Sean had his onscreen brother on all fours on the bed and slowly took out his fingers to let Viggo in virgin territory. But that was all that Viggo would be getting that night, stupid Viggo who had driven over imagining dinner and then a film on TV that they would mock while finding all sorts of dumb excuses to touch each other. And then they would abandon every pretense of watching the film and start making out like teenagers… And then… just sex, sweet and uncomplicated until Viggo opened his big mouth one day about how it would all end once they left New Zealand. And Sean invited little Orlando to their bed… said he would get the next one. Viggo was too tired for an epiphany. He’d had his chance to leave in a huff and didn’t. Now he could only stay and offer Sean a show.

The bed creaked dangerously as Viggo knelt on it. He realized just how close he was as he slid the condom on, for once grateful for the way it dulled sensation. Dave shivered when Viggo touched against his hole and tried to move forward but Viggo held on to a tight buttock with one hand, guiding his cock in with the other.

It was stop and go, Dave’s hole clenching hard, moans stifled in Sean’s mouth as the younger man let himself be fucked for the first time. And although Viggo didn’t have some sort of thing about fucking virgins, this was just too sweet, the channel rippling against his length as he filled it. Viggo had to go back to the first time he let someone do that to him, pain and discomfort, a simply odd feeling and then sharp, secret pleasure and a loss of control that had scared him half to death.

If Dave too was scared, he didn’t show it. He had allowed Viggo to bury himself to the hilt. He was cursing softly, his face buried on Sean’s chest. His accent was just as impossible to understand as Sean’s, but nothing of what he was saying seemed to mean “no”.

Just as well, Viggo didn’t think he could stop. Dave had collapsed on top of Sean, mouth latched on a nipple, his hand pinching the other. Hard, it was as though he meant to twist it off but Sean was moaning and arching off the bed his hand moving steadily on his cock. Or Dave’s. Or both.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered as Viggo finally let go, two months of near chastity pouring from him. Near chastity since there had been an incident with a bearded she-rider of the Riddermark who had given him a rather kinky blowjob in the break of an endless shoot. Like a certain former US President, Viggo didn’t think blow jobs really counted as sex, but he ought to take it into account since he had come and there had been another person involved.

He had sense enough to get off as soon as he’d finished, not wanting to smother Sean. Dave let out a whimper as Viggo pulled out and excused himself to the bathroom in a hurry. His cock was hard but the embarrassment of what Viggo guessed he had to do in the bathroom would probably take care of that.

Sean was laying back on the bed, lazily finishing himself off with his hand, a self-satisfied smile on his face that made Viggo want to punch him. He didn’t. He lay on the bed next to him instead, his heaainsainst Sean’s shoulder. Sharp sweat and come and a bitter kiss – Dave’s taste – but still, Sean’s mouth and Viggo - who had no great predilection for giving blow jobs - forcing himself to accept this, surprised at himself for finding the thought of tasting someone else on his lover’s lips almost arousing.

Sean moaned in his mouth as he came, some spunk landing on Viggo, some on the already stiffening sheets. Not much, perhaps because it was his second time coming that night. Perhaps also because for him it had been less than two months, an eager female fan back in England, a guy who wouldn’t know him from Adam in the US, a convenient fuck buddy of either sex in either continent, usually a former co-star. It could have been anyone. They hadn’t even been fucking when they had discussed their sex lives., Sean blasé about being bisexual, Viggo sick with embarrassment as he admitted that only lately he’d started batting for the same team. And then a long and interesting conversation about the Hollywood closet.

Dave came out again, red-faced and awkward. Sean helped him find his clothes, keeping a certain respectful distance. Viggo noticed that the Aussie avoided meeting his eye. Viggo hadn’t forced himself on him, that much he knew and if after sobering up Dave had regretted losing his proverbial cherry… well, too late for that. And after all, Sean had been as much to blame, if not more.

And Sean, filthy Sean, literally and metaphorically had the younger man in his arms and was stroking his hair and speaking to him softly. They were both standing next to the door, Dave’s hand on the door handle but not moving to open it.

Dave’s eyes did meet Viggo’s as he lifted his head from Sean’s shoulder. Red eyes, still leaking, lower lip wobbling.

“Don’t get me wrong. I l..liked it. I just didn’t like some of what it made me feel. I don’t even know why I’m crying, fuck…”

Much more than Viggo had told his first, too proud to admit his fear or his pleasure. A surge of tenderness came over him and he walked to them reaching to stroke on Dave’s tousled hair. The younger man accepted the touch and eventually pulled back from Sean’s arms.

Viggo was relieved to see the door close after Dave but had to wonder whether Sean would kick him out as well. Instead he was invited to a shower with both of them too tired to fool around but still with Sean’s patented naughtiness as he tickled him or tried to stick the showerhead in places it didn’t belong.

And then they stripped the bed because the sheets gave a new meaning to filthy and then there was a film on TV that they could mock, a horrible sixties monster movie that was just made to mock. And kissing. Languid, endless kissing that didn’t have to lead to anything, neither of them had the strength for anything.

“I leave in a few hours.”

*It ends here.*

“There’s still the premiere.”

“I don’t think I’ll be invited. I’m dead, if you haven’t noticed.” Morose Sean was unfortunately contagious.

“We can work something out.” But even as the words left his mouth Viggo knew it could never be the same. “Can’t you stay another day? Have some time so it can be just the two of us?”

“Can you?”

No. Not quite. Aragorn had to go and do some strange flashback or mental connection scenes, or whatever they were, with his Arwen. His Boromir was dead.

“There will be other times.” Words ringing false just as they left his mouth… It had been easy when he’d thought that Sean had simply seen this as a casual thing. Much different to realise that Viggo had brought this on himself. It ends here.

A lump in his throat, a fucking knot… “Why this, with Dave. Why?”

“I felt like it.”

So simple. Such bullshit. “I’m not with Orlando, you know.”

“Too bad for you. He was *here*.”

Any doubts that Viggo had about he and Sean being on the same page were gone. His own words back to him. One moment, one stupid thing to say and it was over. He didn’t deserve this. No way in hell, he did.

They said their goodbyes at the airport. Some puzzled glances around them, due probably to the fact that some people recognized them rather than how long their embrace lasted.

“We’ll see each other at the premiere. But just you, Sean. No bullshit.”

A playful slap on his cheek. Perhaps to remind him to pull back before they became news. “We’ll see.”

********

There were times when Viggo thought Peter had cut Sean’s scenes out just so that he wouldn’t have to invite him to the premiere. What had he thought Viggo would do, jump him in front of the cameras? It didn’t matter. Without an excuse to meet him Viggo was too proud to seek out Sean himself. And Sean never called.

The silence stretched for way too long. Learning of how Sean was doing from that little fuck, Orlando who ended up reuniting on screen with Sean. Wild nights in Malta, drinking and “well… you know how Sean can be, I’d give you the details but I don’t trust fucking cells, man.”

And then luck (if you can call the terror threat that shooting in Morocco would be, luck) got them both in Mexico, Sean for Troy and Viggo for Hidalgo. It was only for a few days but Viggo swallowed his pride and went to meet Sean. To talk about how he missed him so much it hurt, sometimes. About how he’d like to share his closet with him (which Sean took to mean that he wanted them to move in together until Viggo explained that he meant it metaphorically since - to hell with what Ian said - he wasn’t planning on leaving his until he was at least 60). About stupid, thoughtless words and how Viggo wasn’t really that keen on threesomes, not even with Orlando.

All that when they weren’t fucking, of course.