Poetic Justice

Title: Poetic Justice (1/1)
Rating: mild R
Pairing: SB/VM
Warning: fluffy romance
Author: jenolas
Summary: Sean and Viggo in love.
A/N: // indicates (brief) flashback.
Disclaimer: This is a tale of total fiction. I neither know these men, nor make claims as to their sexual preferences.


Poetic Justice (1/1)

The moon rose full and bright, its pale light shimmering in the heat haze of the sultry summer night, enticing the crickets to raise the already loud volume of their discordant chirping to almost ear splitting volume. The sound carried far on the warm breeze, following the fingers of moonlight that slipped through the partially drawn curtains to cast a silver glow on the skin of the naked man asleep on the bed.

Closed, sleep heavy eyelids squinted slightly against the light that tried to pry them open, and, when seeking refuge from the disturbance he tried in vain to snuggle into his lover’s neck, sleep slowly deserted him. He became fully awake when it seemed that the harsh night song drowned out the sound of the gentle breathing of the one he could no longer feel next to him. In defiance of the natural world that invaded his rest, Viggo told himself that what had really brought him from slumber was the realisation that he was in bed alone.

The only sign of another’s presence was the rumpled sheet beneath him that still smelled of sweat and sex, the top sheet having been cast aside sometime amid the throes of passion. Viggo distinctly recalled every glorious second of their loving and knew that, as always, he had fallen into a sated sleep in his lover’s arms, his lover who was no longer where he should be, the early morning grouch in Viggo grumbled.

Over the past months he had become reaccustomed to waking to Sean’s soft kisses and tender passion, just like when they had first become lovers in New Zealand. They had been best friends, lovers, and life partners for all the years since then, would be forever, and both were content and secure in the depth of their commitment. The only problem with this apparent perfection had been that until recently, work and family had kept them apart far too much for either to bear. However, that had all changed when Sean, totally unexpectedly, walked into the gallery that night some time ago. Viggo leaned back against the pillows, closed his eyes again, and allowed the memory of the reason for the overwhelming joy of the last few months to replay itself in his mind.


//It was another gallery reception, a necessary evil Viggo sometimes thought, and he had spent the night playing host and listening with interest to comments made about his works. Many were well informed, others not so although most were complimentary and he found himself musing that Sean was the only one who really understood Viggo’s art, if not totally then better than everyone else, at least. He had turned to take another glass of wine from the waiter, his thoughts still on Sean and how much he missed him, when someone asked a question about one of the paintings. Viggo turned back to face the speaker and been struck speechless when a suave, and to his mind, sinfully dressed Sean unexpectedly arrived at the gallery.

Not only was his lover looking incredibly handsome in his dark, finely cut suit, white shirt and deep green tie, but there had been no mistaking the seductive twinkle in the green eyes that smiled with pleasure when Sean strolled casually up and embraced him, like the good friends most believed they were, do in public. By mutual choice they had never officially announced the true nature of their relationship, only those close to them knew. Viggo had responded to the feel of his lover’s arms as chastely as possible, his long, loose shirt covering the most obvious sign of his pleasure, but he collapsed against the strong chest when the sultry voice that whispered in his ear melted his bones and made him weak at the knees.

“God I want you, love. I will be waiting for you at home.” Before Viggo had a chance to reply, other than to moan softly with wants of his own, Sean had moved off to exchange some idle chatter with a few of their mutual acquaintances, leaving a very aroused Viggo to his duties as host.

Two long hours later he finally arrived home, his aching cock becoming even harder still when he closed the front door and saw the trail of discarded clothes leading to the bedroom. Adding his own to the trail, he soon stood in the doorway, momentarily stunned by the beauty sprawled so wantonly on their bed.

“Come here, love,” Sean said, holding his arms out in an invitation Viggo was only too willing to accept. Tender kisses of greeting soon turned into a passionate dance of tongues, and gentle caresses become teasing then arousing touches. Sweat slicked bodies moved in sensual rhythm, joining and coming together in the final act of passionate loving.

When they awoke several hours later, Sean drew Viggo closer into his embrace and, resting his chin against his lover’s head, he explained his unexpected return to LA

“I am tired, Vig. Tired of work, of travelling, but especially tired of being away from you. I have decided to take an extended break,” he said. Viggo propped himself up on one elbow and studied Sean’s face with concern. There were dark rings under his eyes, and he was looking haggard, even to the totally biased blue eyes of his lover.

“You are looking a little run down, and not just from the sex, but do you think it wise to disappear as it were?” Viggo added with a grin when Sean raised an amused eyebrow.

“Aye, me adoring public will miss me, I suppose, but right now I don’t give a shit. After spending several wonderful weeks with my girls, I have come here to spend some time with you… alone I hope?” Sean was not one to admit weakness, or to beg, so his words told Viggo just how much he needed what he asked for and he sounded unsure as to what Viggo’s response would be.

“I love you, Sean. Of course I want to be with you and only you. Stay as long as you need, I have nowhere more important to be right now than in your arms.” Viggo replied without a second thought, taking Sean’s hand and softly kissing the palm.

“I love you, too Vig, more than words can say,” Sean whispered before claiming his lover’s lips in a searing kiss.

“What did you tell your agent?” Viggo was panting heavily several breathless minutes later.

“That I’ll be unavailable for some time, basically I used the good old standard, ‘don’t call me, I’ll call you’ line,” Sean said with a grin, joining in Viggo’s laughter.

“Heard that more than once in my ‘illustrious’ career,” he joked.

“Yeah, me too. I thought maybe I could go to Idaho…with you, if you can get away that is?” Viggo reached up to caress his lover’s cheek then drew him close for a long, passionate kiss.

“Anything for you, Sean. Anything.” Blue eyes locked with green, and wordless promises of love and forever were exchanged.//

That had been months ago, and in that time, they had grown even closer than either imagined possible and Viggo had come to realise just how much he also had craved his lover’s undivided attention. With some effort, he lifted his head from the pillow to look at the clock and seeing it was barely after three in the morning, he softly called his lover’s name, thinking that perhaps he was in the adjoining bathroom.

“Sean?” He called again, louder this time, thinking perhaps his elusive partner had simply not heard. Restlessness was not a trait Sean displayed, heavy sleeper that he was and he could not recall the last time Sean had left their bed in the middle of the night. It was Viggo who more often than not rose in the early hours, usually inspired to work on his painting or his poetry.

“Sean?” Louder this time, but still no reply. Viggo frowned and sat up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes with one hand and combed his mussed up hair into some sort of order with the fingers of the other. Now that the situation was reversed, Viggo decided that this kind of aloneness was a feeling he did not particularly care for and needing to be in Sean’s presence, he rose from the bed. For a micro second he contemplated at least putting on some boxers, but decided it was too hot, he was in too great a need of a shower, and when he found Sean, they would likely be an unnecessary hindrance to the idea his tingling cock was sending his body.

“Sean?” He called into the night as he checked the other bathroom and the spare room. A vague unease crossed Viggo’s mind and he wondered if Sean was maybe not feeling well. He needed to find him and make certain he was okay. A slight sound came from the direction of the studio and Viggo sighed happily, knowing Sean was nearby.

“In here, Vig,” the accented voice he loved so well called. Viggo entered his studio and could not help but smile at the sight that greeted his eyes. Sean was seated in the centre of the large rug, a sketchpad on his knee, a coloured pencil in his hand and surrounded by a sea of white balls of scrunched up paper and a large box containing various art supplies that apparently were Sean’s.

“What are you doing?” Viggo asked, his curiosity piqued although the answer was rather obvious. He knew Sean was more talented than he cared to admit, he had seen the pictures Sean had drawn in the colouring books he had made for young Evie when she visited in New Zealand.

“Do ye not recognise an artist at work? A landscape artist, to be exact,” Sean said with a smirk as he continued his sketching. Viggo moved closer and watched over Sean’s shoulder as the image took shape. It was a depiction of the cabin, surrounded by a stunning garden. Picking up some of the discarded pictures, Viggo saw that they were all of the cabin, only the gardens surrounding it were different and he immediately realised what Sean was actually doing.

“You are designing a garden. But why at this ungodly hour?” Viggo rested his head on Sean’s shoulder and tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.

“Same reason you do, I expect. The idea just came to me while I was sleeping and I wanted to get it down before I forgot,” he replied with a shrug. “Do you like any of them?” Viggo studied the drawings more closely and selected the one that he found the most appealing.

“This one, I think.” Sean nodded, his brilliant smile indicating he was pleased with the choice.

“Aye, that is the one I like too. I kept it natural like, probably be able to use stone from the river for the path.” He explained with almost child like excitement at the prospect of seeing the project finished.

“I missed you,” Viggo whispered against the soft skin just below Sean’s ear as he knelt and wrapped his arms around the body that was as naked as his own. And becoming as aroused, Viggo was delighted to see, moving his hand around to stroke his lover’s rapidly hardening cock. Sean leaned into the touch, savouring the feel of the warm skin against his back, and the answering hardness against his arse.

“Hmm, so I can feel,” he replied, moving his hips up and down for better contact.

“Come back to bed?” A gentle series of nips along the sensitive neck offered as additional enticement.

“Well, I don’t know, Vig. I let you be when you come out here to work, surely I deserve the same consideration?” Sean asked, drawing on his acting skills to feign annoyance when he truly wanted nothing more than to take his eager lover there and then. He was not as committed to his little art project as Viggo was to his works, after all it was only a garden design, but he felt a kind of poetic justice in letting Viggo experience the unintentional rejection Sean himself sometimes felt when left alone in bed in the wee hours of the morning.

“So you do, and you are right, I can do no less for you. Will you be joining me soon?” Viggo asked, stroking just a little harder, trying to make the answer ‘yes’, and seriously underestimating his power of seduction when he felt Sean turn in his grasp. With eyes almost black with desire, Sean pushed Viggo down onto the rug and kissed him until they both almost came.

“I think I will join with you right here, right now,” he growled breathlessly, reaching for the lube he had thoughtfully added to his art supplies.