Getting Back to Nature

Title: Getting Back to Nature
Author: sithlady
Email: sithlady2000@yahoo.com.au
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (Real Person Slash)
Pairing/Characters: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Taking some time off for a weekend in the bush, two friends take their new relationship one step further.
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.
Author Notes: Although this story can stand alone it was originally meant to be a follow up to my previous story, After the Filming Stops.

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“So tell me again,” Sean called out to Viggo striding effortlessly up the steep path in front of him, “whose idea was this anyway?”

Viggo stopped and turned to grin at him. “You agreed,” he reminded Sean.

“Was I sober at the time?”

Sean came to a halt next to Viggo and, gasping for breath, bent over to clasp his knees with his hands. “I must have been drunk, ‘cos I would never have agreed to this insanity if I’d been sober.”

He straightened up, giving his friend a reproving look. “You took advantage of me in a moment of weakness.”

“It won’t be the first time.” Viggo resumed climbing, ignoring Sean’s anguished groan.

“Aren’t we there yet?”

“Another four hours, then we can make camp.”

“Camp? You never said anything about camping. You didn’t tell me we were sleeping in a tent. I thought they had huts and things...with proper beds, and...four hours?”

“Save your breath, Sean. You’re going to need it.”

Swearing under his breath, Sean started up the path again, mentally reminding himself never to agree to anything while under the influence of alcohol. The path finally reached the top of the slope and Sean slumped down on a rock next to Viggo. The bastard wasn’t even out of breath, Sean noted resentfully.

Despite the cold, Sean felt sweat trickle down his back and his pack suddenly seemed to weigh a ton. Even though the straps were padded they had rubbed raw patches on his shoulders and for a moment he was tempted to take it off. But he knew if he did that he would never get it on again.

“There.” Viggo waved his hand in the direction of the vista spread out below them. “Doesn’t that make it all worth it?”

Sean, however, was not a nature lover. “More bloody trees, more bloody water, more sodding mountains. I’m a city boy, remember. I get nervous if I can’t see concrete.”

His gaze swept the scene in front of him. “We could be the only people in the world,” he said, sounding apprehensive.

Viggo grinned. “I know. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Sean shivered as an icy wind swept across the top of the hill and he zipped his jacket up to his throat and jammed his hands deep into his pockets. “And I thought it was supposed to be summer. It shouldn’t be cold like this.”

“It’s spring,” Viggo corrected him. “And you should be used to weather like this.”

“Doesn’t mean I like it. Next movie I make’s going to be in the tropics. I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“Come on,” Viggo urged him to his feet. “We’ll make camp soon as we find a good spot.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

“You better.” But Sean’s mood was lighter as they set off along the track again.

It was pretty here, he had to admit, clean and unspoilt, and he supposed he should give it a chance. And the track was easier going now; level and grass-covered as it skirted the edge of the bluff beside the lake.

Within an hour they had found a camp site in a clearing a short distance from the track. It was sheltered on three sides by rocks and trees and the fourth side looked out across the lake.

A rocky path led down the hundred feet or so to the lake shore where a tiny, pebbled beach curved in a half moon shape at the foot of the slope. Sean peered over the edge at the water, so clear he could see right to the bottom.

“We could go swimming,” he said hopefully.

“The water’s close to freezing,” Viggo said as he unpacked the tent. “I’ll pass, but don’t let me stop you. You want to freeze your nuts off, go right ahead.” He handed Sean the billy can. “And you could get us some water while I finish unpacking.”

Viggo was right, as bloody usual. The water was icy cold and Sean pulled back his hand with a shiver, shaking the water from it. He filled the billy can and took a deep breath. The air was cold and clean and he felt it bite pleasantly at his lungs.

He pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, leaning back against a sun warmed rock at the water’s edge to rest before the climb back up to the camp site.

He let the peace and quiet wash over him, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the trees and the occasional call of a bird. Viggo would know the names of all the birds, all the plants. He knew all that sort of shit and Sean felt a momentary sadness that he was going to be leaving this country in a few weeks, without really getting to know it.

He knew the names of every pub he had been in between here and Wellington and yet he couldn’t tell one bird from another.

That one, for instance, he thought, listening to a clear, musical sound he thought couldn’t possibly have come from a living creature. He made a mental note to at least try and learn something on this trip.

There was the crunch of booted feet on the rocks behind him and Viggo said softly, “It’s a bellbird.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

Viggo sat down beside him. “You have a very expressive face. You’d make a lousy poker player.”

“Is that why you brought me here, for a natural history lesson?”

“No.” Viggo removed the cigarette from Sean’s fingers and took a drag from it before passing it back. “I thought we could fool around a little, get to know each other a little better.”

Sean’s eyes widened, and he uttered a soft moan in the back of his throat. “You brought me here so you could have your way with me?” He grinned. “Then why didn’t you say so in the first place?”

“And I needed someone to carry the tent.” Viggo’s eyes glinted with mischief and he yelped with laughter as Sean grabbed him and pinned him to the ground.

“Fuck you,” Sean growled.

“Oh, you will. I’m counting on it.”

Sean grinned and his hand went to the fastening of Viggo’s pants. “How about right now?” He pressed his lower body invitingly against the other man, and saw Viggo’s eyes darken. “As you can see, I’m all ready.”

Viggo found himself weakening. Sean’s enthusiasm was infectious and for a man barely forty he was like a kid who had just discovered sex. “Later. We need....”

The rest of the sentence was stifled as Sean’s lips closed over his mouth and for a moment there was only the sound of muffled panting and the rustle of clothing.

Finally, Viggo managed to tear his mouth away from Sean’s. “Sean?”

“Mmm?” Sean replied absently as he finally succeeded in undoing Viggo’s pants, and he pushed his hand inside, wringing a groan from Viggo.

“Sean, I’m getting wet. And I’m the one lying on the rocks, not you.”

Finally Sean lifted his head and he smiled lazily down in Viggo’s face. “You’re the one who wanted to rough it.”

“This isn’t what I had in mind. Not when we have a perfectly good tent and sleeping bag.”

A slow grin spread over Sean’s face. He rolled to one side and Viggo sat up, rubbing his backside.

“But first we’re going to eat.” He winced as he stood. “Damn. I think I got a rock stuck up my ass.”

Sean turned to grin over his shoulder at him. “I’ve got something better than that.”

He laughed, and he set off up the path leaving Viggo to admire the delectable sight of that denim clad ass in front of him.

“And you’re putting up the tent,” Sean called back.

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All through dinner Viggo was aware of Sean’s gaze on him, hot and hungry with desire.

“I might go for a walk along the beach,” Viggo said casually, as he stood. “I’m too restless to sleep.”

“You’ve been walking all day,” Sean said, and with a wicked glint in his eyes, he came after him. “And I have a better cure for your insomnia.”

Sean won the ensuing struggle and Viggo grinned up at him from where he lay on the ground, trapped under Sean’s weight.

“I think we have some unfinished business,” Sean said as he deftly unfastened Viggo’s pants and dragged them down over his hips. “Now where were we?”

With an effort Viggo grasped Sean’s wrist and pulled his hand back. “Tent,” he said, his breathing ragged and unsteady. “Bed. Now.”

“Here. Now.”

“Someone might see us...hear us....”

“It’s nearly dark, we’re miles from anywhere and I want you to make as much noise as you want.” Those intense green eyes burned into his. “I want to hear you call my name when you come.”

Sean wriggled free and then his mouth, hot and wet and avid, closed over Viggo’s cock, his tongue swirling in slow, tantalising circles around the head, teasing, sucking, and licking.

Viggo forgot to breathe; the sensation of that mouth was too much. “Yes,” he whispered.

He slid his fingers through Sean’s hair, arching his back as Sean’s mouth and lips and tongue did things to him that made him forget everything. He forgot he was lying on cold, hard ground; he forgot there was a perfectly good sleeping bag they could be using.

The heat spread from his groin to his belly, to every part of his body, and he was so damned hard he thought he was going to burst with the sheer exquisite torment.

Whatever control Viggo still possessed dissolved in a flood of almost indescribable pleasure, pleasure so intense it swamped his other senses. He drew in a deep, ragged breath, unable to stifle his cries of pleasure.

Viggo’s wordless cries spurred Sean on but then as he felt the muscles in Viggo's thighs begin to quiver as he neared his climax, he slowed the pace. Long deep strokes of tongue and mouth that wrung an anguished moan from Viggo.

The incoherent cries became low, gasping moans and then Viggo’s body convulsed; he uttered a strangled cry and then called out Sean’s name as he thrust into Sean’s mouth.

He didn’t care if anyone else heard him; hell, the whole world could come and watch for all he cared.

Fingers clutching at Sean’s shoulders, he arched his body upwards, thrusting hard into that willing mouth. He felt Sean grab him around the hips and then he felt the climax building within him, intense almost to the edge of pain, until he thought he could bear no more. With a cry that was as much triumph as ecstasy he felt himself come, hearing himself call out Sean's name as he spilled into that eager mouth.

Gasping for breath and heart thudding painfully against his ribs, he lay back, drained, body slick with sweat. He closed his eyes, shuddering with shock and passion. Sean's mouth closed over his; he could taste himself on the other man's lips.

It was the most intimate and erotic sensation he’d ever experienced and, he felt himself becoming aroused again. He wondered what Sean tasted like.

And he had all night to find out.