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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,124
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1
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0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Hands Off
Title: Hands Off
Author: jenolas
Pairing:SB/VM
Rating: R
Summary: Sean is not the only one with 'green eyes'.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. I make no claim as to the lifestyle choices of these lovely men.
A/N: At present this is a stand alone ficlet, although for those wanting more, a sequel, "Hands On" is in the works.
Hands Off
The sounds of drawers being forcibly opened, cupboard doors being slammed shut, and paint boxes being rifled and the contents of all being angrily strewn across the wooden floor of the studio slowly penetrated the depths of Sean’s consciousness.
“There is an intruder in the house,” a voice in some distant dreamscape shouted out a warning that was not to be ignored. Unwilling yet to open his eyes, and still extremely exhausted from being thoroughly fucked through the mattress, then returning the favour in equal measure earlier that night, he groaned and reached for Viggo. A small part of his still groggy mind chuckling as it decided to let the ‘hero’ deal with the problem.
“Did you hear that, Vig?” Sean whispered, a frown creasing his brow as his hand found only a cold emptiness where his lover should have been. Must be him in the studio, daft git, Sean thought briefly, much preferring to remain exactly where he was as he drifted back to sleep, only to be startled awake a moment later by a loud thump followed by much cursing and swearing.
“Christ! Fuck that hurts!” There was definitely pain in Viggo’s anguished cry and Sean felt his heart racing with fear for his lover who he assumed was being attacked. His protective instincts pumped adrenaline into his system and he jumped out of bed fully alert, but not even bothering to take the time to cover his nakedness as he ran to the studio, and Viggo’s defence.
He stopped short in the doorway when he saw Viggo, apparently unharmed and sitting on the floor rug amongst a myriad of paints, throw an empty tube against the wall. Clearly the intruder was none other than Viggo himself, and Sean sighed with relief.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you, but I had this brilliant idea for my painting… and… well… you know,” Viggo offered, further explanation being unnecessary for the one who knew him so well. Sean simply nodded and moved some of the discarded paints and brushes aside so he could sit next to Viggo.
“Aye, inspiration strikes at any hour, but why all the noise? People nearing middle age need their beauty sleep,” he joked.
“If you are referring to yourself, you will always be beautiful to me, sleep or no.” Sean smiled and leaned into the gentle touch on his cheek. Viggo never let the chance for a display of affection to pass, and Sean loved him for it all the more. “And in answer to your question, it was an emergency and I didn’t have time to search quietly.”
“Emergency?” Sean dared to ask, expecting some very vague and extremely artistic explanation in reply.
“I ran out of this,” Viggo said sounding as if the end of the world had just occurred, and holding up very flat, empty tube of some shade of green.
“ Love, the house burning down, a burglary or a late night call from one of our kids in trouble is an emergency. Whilst certainly an unwanted impediment to your creative process, running out of paint at… “ Sean glanced over sat the wall clock that was barely readable in the faint grey light of dawn that bathed the studio, “… half five in the morning, is not.”
“It is when I need to use it in this light to get the exact effect I am trying to achieve,” Viggo insisted, wincing slightly as he tried to stand on his injured foot. Sean rose quickly and wrapped a supportive arm around Viggo’s waist, placing a soft kiss on the head that now rested on his shoulder.
“I see, so we’ll get you some more paint and you can try again tomorrow, yeah?” A few simple words, but ones that spoke to Viggo of the emotional bond that they shared as friends, lovers, soul mates. As did his reply.
“I love you, Sean.”
“I know, and I love you too. So what the hell happened to your foot?” Sean asked pointing to the blue black swelling that was already forming at the base of Viggo’s toes.
“Dropped the fucking drawer full of photos on it,” Viggo said glumly, thankful that Sean didn’t bother with his usual rant about the folly of a totally random filing system that resulted in overfull drawers and such.
“Can you wriggle your toes?” Sean asked with concern as he knelt down to take a closer look. Viggo rested his hand on Sean’s shoulder for balance and lifted his foot so that he could gingerly move his toes.
“Yeah, nothing broken,” Viggo replied through gritted teeth. The pain was not constant, but it was agonising nonetheless.
“Good, then let’s get you back to bed, you are looking a little pale.”
“Whatever you say, very naked, very sexy Nursie,” Viggo whispered seductively, reminding Sean of his state of undress as he raked his fingers down his lover’s bare torso before enclosing his hand around Sean’s balls.
“Settle down, there’ll be no goings on this morning,” Sean said, removing Viggo’s hand from a now very hard cock that obviously had other ideas.
“Are you sure about that?” Viggo’s voice was pure sin and his eyes had darkened with lust as he wantonly spread his legs and his arms. Sean’s resistance to such temptation was minimal at best and vanished entirely when Viggo pulled him into a kiss that left them both breathless. As the intensity of their kisses and caresses increased, and limbs became more erotically entwined, Viggo’s foot became extremely uncomfortable with every tiny movement of his body. He screamed in pain when he pressed his injured foot against the mattress as his back arched in response to Sean’s fingers brushing his prostate.
“Fuck! It hurts like a bitch!” he exclaimed, droplets of sweat forming on his brow as he vainly tried to ignore the pain. He pulled back from Sean and glared at the offending appendage that had severely dampened his libido. “Sorry, Sean…I don’t think I can finish this,” he panted, looking helplessly at his now very flaccid cock.
“No need to apologise, Vig,” Sean’s words were tenderly spoken and his eyes filled with understanding and love. “You need some painkillers and that injury needs an ice pack, and possibly x-rays. I’ll take you to the doctor as soon as the rest of the world is awake, and if you are a very good patient, I might even take you to the art supply shop.” Viggo grinned at the subtle jibe, and was overwhelmed with love for this man who was so much a part of him, who made his life complete.
“Okay, but first I need to show you how much I love you,” he said, taking Sean’s arousal in his mouth in a lover’s kiss that spoke from his heart.
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Both men were relieved to learn that Viggo had suffered no broken bones, just severe bruising that required no treatment other than an antiinflammatory cream, pain killers as needed, no shoes and rest. All of which suited Viggo admirably since he rarely wore shoes and he loved having his feet massaged by Sean, whether he was using medicinal cream or herbal foot oil. The crutches he needed to use to rest his foot were nowhere near as preferable as Sean’s strong arms, but they were a necessity in public.
“My god, Viggo! What happened?” Adrian, the owner of the art supply shop Viggo frequented asked when he and Sean entered the shop. Aside from their business relationship, the two were friends and occasionally met for dinner or drinks whenever Viggo was at home. He had never spoken openly of his relationship with Sean, preferring to share the knowledge within the family and amongst a few close and trusted friends.
“A slight accident, was looking for some of this, need it to finish my latest piece,” Viggo replied with a shrug.
“Ooh, nice green, let’s see I am sure I have some, “ Adrian said heading directly for the racks of paint tubes, closely followed by Viggo.
“Need a hand, Vig?” Sean asked from a few rows away where the pots of edible body paint had caught his eye. Not the sort of item one would expect to find in an art store in London, but interesting nevertheless. His soft voice and strong British accent captured Adrian’s attention for the first time and Viggo scowled at his friend’s indrawn breath as he stared appreciatively at Sean.
“He is gorgeous, simply stunning. Are you going to introduce me to your friend and more to the point, is he available?” Adrian whispered, having no idea he was openly lusting after Viggo’s lover, a fact that made the Dane jealous in a way the he found somewhat unnerving.
“No, I am not available,” Sean, answered for himself as he rounded the aisle and joined the two men.
“Sean, I would like to introduce you to my friend, Adrian,” Viggo said making the formal introductions.
“Your hands are not those of an artist,” Adrian said, not deterred by Sean’s denial, as he studied the hand offered for a handshake and lightly touched the calluses on Sean’s fingers in an action that was a definite expression of interest as far as Viggo was concerned.
“Nay, I am more of a gardener,” Sean said, obviously uncomfortable at the unwanted attention as he pulled his hand away quickly. When Adrian then suggested San might like to come and give him some advice on his garden, Viggo decided it was time to come to Sean’s rescue.
“Speaking of gardening, Sean, we should be going if you want to do some today while I paint,” Viggo said exchanging a secret smile with his lover as he took his selections to the counter.
“It is beyond me how you can ignore such a lovely distraction in favour of painting all day. I certainly know what I would be doing with him, were I in your position,” Adrian said to Viggo as he tallied up his purchases and packed the goods into Viggo’s recyclable shopping bag.
“Nothing we have not already tried, I would guess,” Sean answered, choosing a slightly less subtle means to display his disinterest in Adrian as he drew Viggo’s arm around his waist in a casual display of intimate familiarity and possessiveness.
Adrian’s eyes widened in surprised understanding as, with a wordless nod and a more than obvious “hands off, he’s mine” message in the dangerous shine of angry blue eyes, Viggo moved his hand lower, moving it in small circles as he caressed the curve of Sean’s arse.
Author: jenolas
Pairing:SB/VM
Rating: R
Summary: Sean is not the only one with 'green eyes'.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. I make no claim as to the lifestyle choices of these lovely men.
A/N: At present this is a stand alone ficlet, although for those wanting more, a sequel, "Hands On" is in the works.
Hands Off
The sounds of drawers being forcibly opened, cupboard doors being slammed shut, and paint boxes being rifled and the contents of all being angrily strewn across the wooden floor of the studio slowly penetrated the depths of Sean’s consciousness.
“There is an intruder in the house,” a voice in some distant dreamscape shouted out a warning that was not to be ignored. Unwilling yet to open his eyes, and still extremely exhausted from being thoroughly fucked through the mattress, then returning the favour in equal measure earlier that night, he groaned and reached for Viggo. A small part of his still groggy mind chuckling as it decided to let the ‘hero’ deal with the problem.
“Did you hear that, Vig?” Sean whispered, a frown creasing his brow as his hand found only a cold emptiness where his lover should have been. Must be him in the studio, daft git, Sean thought briefly, much preferring to remain exactly where he was as he drifted back to sleep, only to be startled awake a moment later by a loud thump followed by much cursing and swearing.
“Christ! Fuck that hurts!” There was definitely pain in Viggo’s anguished cry and Sean felt his heart racing with fear for his lover who he assumed was being attacked. His protective instincts pumped adrenaline into his system and he jumped out of bed fully alert, but not even bothering to take the time to cover his nakedness as he ran to the studio, and Viggo’s defence.
He stopped short in the doorway when he saw Viggo, apparently unharmed and sitting on the floor rug amongst a myriad of paints, throw an empty tube against the wall. Clearly the intruder was none other than Viggo himself, and Sean sighed with relief.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you, but I had this brilliant idea for my painting… and… well… you know,” Viggo offered, further explanation being unnecessary for the one who knew him so well. Sean simply nodded and moved some of the discarded paints and brushes aside so he could sit next to Viggo.
“Aye, inspiration strikes at any hour, but why all the noise? People nearing middle age need their beauty sleep,” he joked.
“If you are referring to yourself, you will always be beautiful to me, sleep or no.” Sean smiled and leaned into the gentle touch on his cheek. Viggo never let the chance for a display of affection to pass, and Sean loved him for it all the more. “And in answer to your question, it was an emergency and I didn’t have time to search quietly.”
“Emergency?” Sean dared to ask, expecting some very vague and extremely artistic explanation in reply.
“I ran out of this,” Viggo said sounding as if the end of the world had just occurred, and holding up very flat, empty tube of some shade of green.
“ Love, the house burning down, a burglary or a late night call from one of our kids in trouble is an emergency. Whilst certainly an unwanted impediment to your creative process, running out of paint at… “ Sean glanced over sat the wall clock that was barely readable in the faint grey light of dawn that bathed the studio, “… half five in the morning, is not.”
“It is when I need to use it in this light to get the exact effect I am trying to achieve,” Viggo insisted, wincing slightly as he tried to stand on his injured foot. Sean rose quickly and wrapped a supportive arm around Viggo’s waist, placing a soft kiss on the head that now rested on his shoulder.
“I see, so we’ll get you some more paint and you can try again tomorrow, yeah?” A few simple words, but ones that spoke to Viggo of the emotional bond that they shared as friends, lovers, soul mates. As did his reply.
“I love you, Sean.”
“I know, and I love you too. So what the hell happened to your foot?” Sean asked pointing to the blue black swelling that was already forming at the base of Viggo’s toes.
“Dropped the fucking drawer full of photos on it,” Viggo said glumly, thankful that Sean didn’t bother with his usual rant about the folly of a totally random filing system that resulted in overfull drawers and such.
“Can you wriggle your toes?” Sean asked with concern as he knelt down to take a closer look. Viggo rested his hand on Sean’s shoulder for balance and lifted his foot so that he could gingerly move his toes.
“Yeah, nothing broken,” Viggo replied through gritted teeth. The pain was not constant, but it was agonising nonetheless.
“Good, then let’s get you back to bed, you are looking a little pale.”
“Whatever you say, very naked, very sexy Nursie,” Viggo whispered seductively, reminding Sean of his state of undress as he raked his fingers down his lover’s bare torso before enclosing his hand around Sean’s balls.
“Settle down, there’ll be no goings on this morning,” Sean said, removing Viggo’s hand from a now very hard cock that obviously had other ideas.
“Are you sure about that?” Viggo’s voice was pure sin and his eyes had darkened with lust as he wantonly spread his legs and his arms. Sean’s resistance to such temptation was minimal at best and vanished entirely when Viggo pulled him into a kiss that left them both breathless. As the intensity of their kisses and caresses increased, and limbs became more erotically entwined, Viggo’s foot became extremely uncomfortable with every tiny movement of his body. He screamed in pain when he pressed his injured foot against the mattress as his back arched in response to Sean’s fingers brushing his prostate.
“Fuck! It hurts like a bitch!” he exclaimed, droplets of sweat forming on his brow as he vainly tried to ignore the pain. He pulled back from Sean and glared at the offending appendage that had severely dampened his libido. “Sorry, Sean…I don’t think I can finish this,” he panted, looking helplessly at his now very flaccid cock.
“No need to apologise, Vig,” Sean’s words were tenderly spoken and his eyes filled with understanding and love. “You need some painkillers and that injury needs an ice pack, and possibly x-rays. I’ll take you to the doctor as soon as the rest of the world is awake, and if you are a very good patient, I might even take you to the art supply shop.” Viggo grinned at the subtle jibe, and was overwhelmed with love for this man who was so much a part of him, who made his life complete.
“Okay, but first I need to show you how much I love you,” he said, taking Sean’s arousal in his mouth in a lover’s kiss that spoke from his heart.
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Both men were relieved to learn that Viggo had suffered no broken bones, just severe bruising that required no treatment other than an antiinflammatory cream, pain killers as needed, no shoes and rest. All of which suited Viggo admirably since he rarely wore shoes and he loved having his feet massaged by Sean, whether he was using medicinal cream or herbal foot oil. The crutches he needed to use to rest his foot were nowhere near as preferable as Sean’s strong arms, but they were a necessity in public.
“My god, Viggo! What happened?” Adrian, the owner of the art supply shop Viggo frequented asked when he and Sean entered the shop. Aside from their business relationship, the two were friends and occasionally met for dinner or drinks whenever Viggo was at home. He had never spoken openly of his relationship with Sean, preferring to share the knowledge within the family and amongst a few close and trusted friends.
“A slight accident, was looking for some of this, need it to finish my latest piece,” Viggo replied with a shrug.
“Ooh, nice green, let’s see I am sure I have some, “ Adrian said heading directly for the racks of paint tubes, closely followed by Viggo.
“Need a hand, Vig?” Sean asked from a few rows away where the pots of edible body paint had caught his eye. Not the sort of item one would expect to find in an art store in London, but interesting nevertheless. His soft voice and strong British accent captured Adrian’s attention for the first time and Viggo scowled at his friend’s indrawn breath as he stared appreciatively at Sean.
“He is gorgeous, simply stunning. Are you going to introduce me to your friend and more to the point, is he available?” Adrian whispered, having no idea he was openly lusting after Viggo’s lover, a fact that made the Dane jealous in a way the he found somewhat unnerving.
“No, I am not available,” Sean, answered for himself as he rounded the aisle and joined the two men.
“Sean, I would like to introduce you to my friend, Adrian,” Viggo said making the formal introductions.
“Your hands are not those of an artist,” Adrian said, not deterred by Sean’s denial, as he studied the hand offered for a handshake and lightly touched the calluses on Sean’s fingers in an action that was a definite expression of interest as far as Viggo was concerned.
“Nay, I am more of a gardener,” Sean said, obviously uncomfortable at the unwanted attention as he pulled his hand away quickly. When Adrian then suggested San might like to come and give him some advice on his garden, Viggo decided it was time to come to Sean’s rescue.
“Speaking of gardening, Sean, we should be going if you want to do some today while I paint,” Viggo said exchanging a secret smile with his lover as he took his selections to the counter.
“It is beyond me how you can ignore such a lovely distraction in favour of painting all day. I certainly know what I would be doing with him, were I in your position,” Adrian said to Viggo as he tallied up his purchases and packed the goods into Viggo’s recyclable shopping bag.
“Nothing we have not already tried, I would guess,” Sean answered, choosing a slightly less subtle means to display his disinterest in Adrian as he drew Viggo’s arm around his waist in a casual display of intimate familiarity and possessiveness.
Adrian’s eyes widened in surprised understanding as, with a wordless nod and a more than obvious “hands off, he’s mine” message in the dangerous shine of angry blue eyes, Viggo moved his hand lower, moving it in small circles as he caressed the curve of Sean’s arse.