After the Filming Stops

Title: After the Filming Stops
Author: sithlady
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (Real Person Slash)
Pairing/Characters: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Emotions run high during the filming of Boromir’s death scene, emotions that lead to a surprising confrontation after the cameras stop rolling.
Feedback: Constructive feedback welcomed.
Content/Warnings: M/M sex.
Disclaimer: This story is wholly the product of my imagination and the characters as portrayed bear no resemblance to their real life counterparts. I’m only borrowing them for the purposes of this story. It is purely a fantasy, written for my own enjoyment, and I am not making any money from it.

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It was the whispered, ‘Be at peace...son of Gondor’ that nearly broke his heart.

But it was the kiss that changed their relationship forever.

There was so much raw emotion in those few words; the hands cradling his face were so gentle, the kiss almost that of a lover, and it was all he could do to lie still as he felt the other man’s weight settle on him for a brief instant.

But it was long enough to cause a reaction that Sean had not been expecting.

Once would have been bad enough but it took four takes before PJ was satisfied with the scene. And by the time the fourth take was done, Sean forgot where he was. His whole world encompassed only the two of them and all that mattered was the man holding him.

Aragorn’s...no, Viggo’s breath was warm against his skin, he felt the faint trembling that shook his body, heard the tears in his voice.

The suppressed passion made Sean believe that this was real, that the kiss had been real. But it was Aragorn talking to Boromir; Aragorn’s feelings for Boromir. Love and grief for a dying man.

Then PJ yelled cut, and that was it, shooting finished for the day and back to cold, hard reality. But the reality was he didn’t want it to end. He wanted more, and he knew he could never have it.

“Have you seen Sean?” Viggo asked a few minutes later as he scooped a can of beer out of the cooler.

One of the technicians shrugged as he closed the lid of his equipment case and pointed in the direction of the path leading into the bush.

“Saw him over there about ten minutes ago. You guys better get a move on. Wardrobe’s waiting for you.”

“We’ll make our own way back.” Viggo pulled out a six pack and set off in the direction the tech had indicated.

“PJ’s going to be pissed with you two,” the tech called after him. “We want to be out of here some time today.”

But there was no response and the man shrugged as he turned back to his task.

Actors. Crazy, the lot of them.

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Sean had sought refuge in the bush and he was still sufficiently aware to appreciate the irony. It was so quiet here, so peaceful, and hard to imagine that only a few hundred yards away was a film set and dozens of people. So quiet, in fact, he fancied he could almost hear the trees growing.

But its peace and tranquillity were just what he needed right now.

He was ashamed, frightened...and confused. Not to mention aroused. It was the last of these that caused him the most distress. That he should have feelings like this, not only for a man, but for a man he considered almost a brother.

The last few months had created and strengthened a bond between them, out of necessity as well as friendship. And now he feared his feelings were threatening to overreach the bounds of that friendship. It was a violation, a breach of trust towards a man he...a man he had grown to love.

He took a deep breath, fighting to bring himself under control. No way he could face Viggo yet...if ever. Or anyone else for that matter.

Viggo found Sean easily enough; the ground was wet enough to retain footprints a blind man could follow. And he knew Sean well enough by now; if he really wanted to lose himself, he wouldn’t have left a trail behind him.

Sean was sitting on a rock, hunched over with his arms resting across his knees, and staring blankly at the ground. As Viggo came closer he could see that there were what looked suspiciously like tear streaks on Sean’s face.

“You getting in touch with nature?” Viggo leaned against a tree, arms folded across his chest, and he grinned down at the other man. “Don’t tell me I’ve converted you at last.”

Sean didn’t answer and Viggo sat down besides him. “Want a beer?” He pulled one free from the plastic ring and offered the can, dripping with condensation, and Sean took it automatically.

“You want to talk about it?”

Sean ripped off the ring pull and took a healthy gulp. “At least they know how to make a decent beer. I’m beginning to get a taste for these.”

“You’re changing the subject.”

Without looking at Viggo, he said, “What makes you think I’ve got something to talk about?”

Viggo shrugged. “Probably because of the way you bolted like a scared rabbit as soon as we wrapped.” He fixed the other man with a look, half stern, half amused.

“I just wanted to be alone, that’s all. It’s been a long day.”

“If you want me to leave then just tell me to piss off. It’s never stopped you before.”

Sean shook his head. “You’d probably take the beer with you, you bastard.”

But there was no rancour in his voice and he was beginning to sound like his normal self again. Only the slight tremor in his hands revealed that there was something still troubling him.

They drank in a companionable silence for a minute or two, and when they were each halfway through their second beer, Viggo said casually, “So, what did you think? The scene?”

Sean’s fingers tightened their grip on his can, the aluminium buckling slightly. “Okay, I suppose. You?”

“Very emotional. Almost forgot where I was for a moment.”

Sean said nothing, and Viggo continued, “Sometimes I think he’s taking over. Aragorn, I mean. You ever feel the same way about Boromir?”

“I’m not having an identify crisis, if that’s what you’re getting at.” Sean finished the beer and crumpled the can savagely in his fist. “It’s just....”

He stood abruptly and for a moment Viggo thought he was actually going to run away. But he crossed to the edge of the bush where it overlooked the slate-grey waters of the sound and leaned against a moss and lichen-scarred beech tree. Already the mountains and the far shore were obscured by a curtain of mist, and a freshening breeze chased whitecaps across the surface of the water.

“We should be getting back. It’s going to rain soon.” Viggo spoke at Sean’s side but Sean wasn’t listening.

He said softly, “I sometimes feel that what we’re doing, the roles we’re playing are what’s real...I’ve lived with Boromir for so long sometimes I forget who I am....”

He was trembling visibly and Viggo rested a hand on his arm, feeling muscles tense.

“I’m getting feelings I’ve never had before. I dream about him sometimes, him and Aragorn. Together.”

“You think they had a thing going?” Viggo asked casually, and he saw a muscle in Sean’s jaw twitch.

“You mean, were they lovers?” Sean turned and his eyes, dark and intense, locked with Viggo’s. “Yeah, sometimes.” Then he looked away. “But they’re only characters in a book. They’re not real.”

“So what’s bothering you? Come on, I thought we were friends. The Fellowship, and everything.”

A startled expression of mingled fear and embarrassment flitted across Sean’s face and he took a step backwards. Panic flared in his eyes and they darted from side to side like a trapped animal’s, looking for a way to escape.

Then he drew a deep breath and said, very softly, “When you...you kissed me, I....”

“You what?”

Angry green eyes glared at him. “I got a hard-on. I still have a fucking hard-on and it’s all your fucking fault.”

Viggo’s breath caught in his throat. “I know,” he said quietly. “So did I.”

“It’s never happened to me before. Not with a man, I mean. I’m straight. I’ve never...I’ve never had feelings like that...ever....”

His voice trailed away; his nervous gaze darted to Viggo’s face and then he took a deep, shuddering breath. He moved away again, sitting down with his knees drawn up to his chest. He reached for another beer, but didn’t open it. “All I could think about was how I wanted to kiss you back, tear your clothes off and fuck you senseless.”

He wiped the back of his hand across his eyes. “And that’s not all....” He opened the beer and took a couple of quick gulps. “I saw myself on my knees in front of you, your cock in my mouth. I saw....” He shivered, taking a deep breath as he fought for control. “I saw you come and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen....”

It was the longest speech he’d ever heard Sean make off-camera. “So why imagine it when you can do it?”

Sean made a soft sound deep in his throat, somewhere between a moan and a sigh. “You’re serious?”

“Try me.” Viggo knelt in front of him and leaned forward until their faces were only a few inches apart. “Or you’ll never know.”

“This is crazy. We....”

“You want to pretend nothing happened?”

“Nothing did happen.”

“Then walk away, Sean. It’s your choice. You can deal with that little problem in your pants yourself and we’ll never mention this again.”

“And if I don’t?” There was a challenge in Sean’s eyes, defiance and something else...hope, or yearning.

“Then we both deal with it.” Viggo plucked the beer out of Sean’s hand and set it down carefully.

“Although,” he said thoughtfully, staring at the telltale bulge straining at the front of Sean’s pants, “if you’re going to take care of that yourself....” His gaze lifted to Sean’s face. “May I watch?’

“You are one....” Then Sean shivered at the gentle, knowing smile on Viggo’s face.

I want him, he thought dazedly. I want him to fuck me; I want to fuck him.

His own face reddened and he lowered his gaze, afraid to meet those eyes thaseemed to know everything in his mind. And his heart.

“Look at me, Sean. Look at me and tell me you don’t want this and as far as I’m concerned it never happened.”

Sean rested his arms across his knees, hands clasped together tightly. But still he didn’t look at Viggo. “I don’t know...I don’t know what I want....”

“Not scared, are you?”

Sean’s eyes flicked up to rest on Viggo’s face. “No...just nervous as hell.”

And aroused, he reminded himself. Let’s not forget that.

“I...I’ve never done anything like this...I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s been a while for me. We’ll take it slow, Sean. And you can stop anytime you want.”

And when Viggo’s mouth closed over his, lips warm and soft and incredibly gentle, asking for rather than demanding a response, Sean forgot everything but need and desire and wanting...he wanted....

“I want you,” he whispered, when they finally broke apart, and Viggo brushed tangled hair away from Sean’s eyes.

“You sure?”

Wordlessly, Sean nodded, and Viggo cupped Sean’s face between his hands, sliding fingers through Sean’s hair to hold him still.

The kiss this time was not gentle; there was a desperate passion that found an answering response in Sean and he made no protest as Viggo pushed him back to the ground, one hand tugging at the fastening of Sean’s pants, then sliding inside to close fingers gently around the swelling bulge of his erection.

Sean moaned into Viggo’s mouth, gasping as the hand began to stroke him gently, thumb rubbing across the tip of his cock.

“Is this what you want?” Viggo asked, his voice low and husky with desire. “Or this?” He took one of Sean’s hands and pressed it against his own erection.

Sean groaned. “Please...just don’t fucking tease me....”

Cool, almost freezing air bit at his skin as Viggo’s hands deftly unfastened his leather jerkin and then the shirt underneath. Sean’s chest was still stained with the fake blood they’d used for Boromir’s death scene and Viggo used the edge of the shirt to wipe it away.

“Do you trust me?” Viggo asked softly.

Sean’s eyes, glazed with lust, turned to look at him. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing that will hurt you. But if I do anything you don’t like, then tell me to stop.”

Sean nodded. “Okay.”

He was shivering now, as much from the cold as excitement and Viggo moved over him, hands sliding up the broad, muscled chest to tangle in his hair again.

“I only want to give you pleasure,” he whispered, and Sean grasped the back of his head to pull him down for another kiss.

He accepted Viggo’s weight, welcomed it, felt the hardness of the other man’s erection pressing against his thigh and he sighed, letting his hand slide down to Viggo’s hip and when he hesitated, Viggo lifted his lips from Sean’s and stared down into his face.

“Touch me,” he said, his voice ragged and unsteady. He shifted position slightly to give Sean easier access and Sean slowly undid the front fastening of Viggo’s pants.

“It’s all right,” Viggo urged him gently. “I want you to touch me.”

Sean slipped his hand inside, moaning quietly as he closed his fingers around Viggo’s cock.

“Do I need to tell you what to do now?” Viggo began to move against Sean and Sean tightened his grip slightly as Viggo’s cock slid back and forth against his palm.

“God...Vig...I....”

He tensed, gasping, as Viggo’s hand closed around his cock again, squeezing and relaxing in a steady rhythm. Sean’s head fell back against the arm that cradled his shoulders; his eyes closed, and he abandoned himself to the pleasure that overwhelmed his senses.

Then the pressure around his cock was gone as Viggo’s hand slipped inside Sean’s pants, sliding around to the back of his thigh. Sean’s first instinct was to clamp his legs together, but Viggo whispered in his ear.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. Don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“Vig....” Sean gasped a moment later. “Vig...your finger’s up my ass.”

“No, Sean, there are two fingers up your ass. Do you want me to stop?”

Sean groaned, pushing back against Viggo’s hand. “No, damn you...make it three....”

Viggo obliged with a smile, and Sean whimpered softly as the fingers stretched and filled him, probing deeper inside him, and he gasped at the jolt of pleasure that swept through his body. Viggo’s free hand resumed its steady stroking of Sean’s cock and Sean muffled breathless cries in the curve of his friend’s shoulder.

The pleasure intensified; the sensation of those fingers sliding back and forth inside him, the hand wrapped around his cock, sure and gentle, urging him towards climax and Sean surrendered to it.

His head fell back, exposing the smooth column of his throat and he gasped as Viggo’s mouth worked its way up to the sensitive spot behind his ear. He tightened his grip slightly on Viggo’s cock; felt Viggo’s breath quicken against his skin.

They lay on their sides, facing each other, bodies heaving against each other with increasing urgency, muscles straining as both men gasped their way towards release.

It was not the best sex Sean had ever had; they were both too aroused to last more than a few minutes and passion was tempered with the fear of discovery. They could hear the faint sounds of activity from the set only a few hundred yards away. Any minute someone could decide to come looking for them.

But, in some way it was the fear that added to the excitement.

“Come for me, Sean,” Viggo’s voice whispered, and Sean looked into those intense blue eyes. “I want to see you come.”

Moaning softly, Sean bucked against Viggo’s hand, and then, shuddering and panting, he climaxed, spurting over Viggo’s fingers, and he felt the warm splash of his own semen against his belly.

Sean fell back, gasping for breath, and with a muffled groan, Viggo followed him a few seconds later, spilling into Sean’s hand, and they lay together for a moment, holding each other in a sweaty, sticky tangle of limbs and bodies.

Viggo gently cradled Sean’s jaw with one hand as Sean turned his face, hot and wet with tears and sweat, to press against Viggo’s chest.

“You okay?” Viggo asked softly.

Sean could only nod, and Viggo brushed a feather-light kiss over closed eyelids, thumb gently tracing the curve of Sean’s mouth.

Green eyes, glazed and heavy-lidded with desire, opened to stare at Viggo. Sean smiled and reached up to trail his fingers across Viggo’s face. “Next time,” he said, “let’s do it properly.”

“Is there going to be a next time?”

“I want more,” Sean said and he let his hand drift along the strong line of Viggo’s jaw and into his hair, fingers curling around the soft damp strands at the back of his neck. “Unless you’re the type to fuck and run?”

“Not this time.” Viggo smiled and his lips skimmed Sean’s forehead in a brief kiss. “But we’d better get moving before they send out a search party.”

“Vig?” Sean said a moment later when they were respectable again, at least outwardly. “How are we going to explain this?”

“We don’t,” was the simple reply. “We just accept it.”

Sean shook his head. “That’s not the problem. I was talking about the come stains on my shirt.”

Viggo grinned. “Anyone asks, just tell them you were jerking off.” He ducked, laughing, as Sean picked up a handful of mud and threw it at him.

With a growl, he moved towards Sean, faster than Sean expected, and the two men went down into the mud.

“There,” Viggo said with satisfaction a moment or so later as he pulled an indignant, mud-spattered Sean to his feet. “That should take care of the evidence.”

Sean’s gaze travelled slowly and thoughtfully over Viggo from head to foot and back again. “What about that, then?” he asked, pointing in the direction of Viggo’s chest.

“What...?” Viggo glanced down at himself, then Sean tripped him and Viggo went down, face first into a puddle.

“Anyone asks,” Sean said solemnly as he extended a hand to help Viggo up, “I’ll tell them you were being a smartass.”

Shortly afterwards the film crew was treated to the sight of a pair of filthy, half-drunk men staggering out of the bush, arms around each other and grinning like a couple of idiots.