Title: Lights Out 11/11
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS/FPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B. and Aragorn/Sean B.
Rating: Explicit Sex (eventually knowing me)
Beta: Glorfindel
Disclaimer: This never happened...this is total fiction spurred on by a chain-smoking chocolate eating bunny that lives in my purse. Viggo, and Sean are real people but I make no claims on them. Tolkien’s characters belong to his estate. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to sairalinde @ hornofgondor.com
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Summary: Sean has an accident filming and awakes to find himself in Middle Earth; everyone there is confused because he looks like Boromir. Everyone in the “real world” is worried about their friend. Especially Viggo.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Epilogue]

Chapter 11

Two days later Sean was released from the hospital, and four days after that his mother and daughters had flown back to England.

Sean was alone for the first time since he’d woken up in the hospital. The doctor told him it would be next week before he could resume work. He was glad to have had his mother and girls there but part of him was glad they needed to get back home. The girls needed to get back to school before they fell too far behind and Sean needed some time to think.

He thought he might need someone to knock his mother out and tie her up to get her to go back home though. She'd argued with him. She wanted to stay and take care of him, but he assured her over and over he was fine.

He had some mild physical therapy they wanted him to do over the next several days before we went back to work. Being prone in a hospital didn’t do the body any good at all, even if one was fit before you went in. They were right when he first came home it winded him just to walk across the house.

He mentioned the events that took place while he was unconscious to his doctor. The doctor explained that it was the way the brain healed, that many patients with brain injuries reported vivid dreams while they were unconscious. The doctor didn’t seem bothered in the least, and the fact that it had been Middle Earth was just even more indication to him that Sean was simply dreaming about what he knew. He said he could have easily dreamed himself to be in the Napoleonic War since he played Richard Sharpe for such a long stint. The brain is an amazing machine he’d said and that was just its way of healing.

Sean hated to think that the people he’d come to care for were just figments of his imagination. He’d never had that active of an imagination to being with. Another thing was bugging him though, beyond the dreams of Middle Earth. Viggo. He hadn’t been able to get any time alone with the man since waking up!

They were doing some major catch up filming since Sean awoke, and Peter had the man working un-godly hours the last several days.

Sean crossed the room to the telephone and dialed Viggo’s number.

“Hey, Vig. Call me when you get this…no matter what the time is,” Sean said into the phone and hung up.

Late that night Viggo stumbled into the house exhausted. He pressed the button on the answering machine as he opened the fridge to pull out some leftovers to nuke in the microwave.

A familiar voice with a distinct accent wafted through the room, “Hey, Vig. Call me when you get this…no matter what the time is.”

Viggo glanced at the clock, just past midnight. Shit. He picked up the phone and dialed.

“Hullo?” Sean asked into the phone.

“Hey, sorry to wake you but you said call no matter what the time,” a familiar voice drawled.

“Hmm, yeah I did. Pete had you working late?”

“Yeah, just got in and heard your message as I was getting something to eat.”

“When is your next day off?”

“Actually tomorrow, I’m caught up now,” he informed Sean as he settled down on a barstool.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come over tomorrow. I’ve been a bit bored to be honest,” Sean laughed into the phone hoping he covered his nervousness.

“Sure what time?” Viggo asked hoping he didn’t sound too eager. He’d been hoping for a moment alone with Sean but could never seem to catch one.

“How about around eleven? I have an early morning therapy session and should be back by then.”

“Sounds good…need me to bring anything?”

“No need, my mother shopped for the entire New Zealand population before she left I think. Kitchen is more than well stocked. Just bring yerself.”

Viggo laughed, “Yep…that’s what moms do, see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, see ya',” Sean said as he hung up the phone and stared at the ceiling. He finally would get the chance to actually talk to Viggo.

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Sean returned from his physical therapy session feeling like he’d been beaten with a stick, but was still running on the adrenaline from the night before when Viggo said he would come over. He’d wanted to tell the man how he felt for a long time, and now it seemed imperative, he needed to tell him now or he might burst.

He showered quickly hoping to relieve some of the tension in his muscles, which were screaming at him.

By ten forty-five he was settled in the living room on the couch trying to read but he kept loosing his place when he stopped to glance at the clock on the wall every few minutes. At two minutes till eleven he heard Viggo’s car pull in the drive.

Sean tossed his book on the coffee table and opened the door just as Viggo stepped onto the porch.

“Hey, there,” Viggo smiled at his friend.

“Hey, well come in,” Sean said stepping back and letting Viggo in. He was nervous about how he was going to approach the subject. He’d gone over it in his mind a million times but nothing seemed to be the right way to tell your best friend you were in love with them.

“First time I’ve been here since before you woke up,” Viggo commented as he settled down in a chair.

“Yeah, Mum said you came over and cleaned out my fridge and watered the plants even the garden.”

“Least I could do…felt pretty helpless at the hospital,” Viggo said looking away trying not to remember how fragile Sean had looked laying in that bed against those stark white sheets.

“I’d be the same,” Sean murmured softly, “Would you like a drink? I just made myself tea a bit ago.”

“I’m fine,” Viggo said shifting a bit in his chair.

Sean settled down on the couch finally and clasped his hands together.

“Vig, there is…there is something I need to tell you about. Something, while I was unconscious.”

Viggo stilled and looked at him, “Go ahead, Sean. You know you can tell me anything.”

Sean smiled weakly and forged on, “While I was out, I wasn’t just asleep…I. The doctor said basically I dreamed. Brain’s way of healing he’d said.”

Viggo nodded, “Yeah, I read something about that once.”

“Yeah well…I had some pretty vivid dreams. I dreamed I was actually IN Middle Earth.”

“Oh…like you were Boromir?”

“No...no I was still Sean Bean. Same as I’ve always been, but I was there, with Gandalf, and the hobbits, and Legolas and Gimli and of course Aragorn,” Sean explained. “I know it sounds completely nutters.”

“No. Seems perfectly reasonable to me.”

Sean smiled at that answer. “The characters all looked like the cast right?” Viggo asked curiously.

“Yes, but it was set after the movies end…but before the books end.” Sean explained.

Viggo nodded but didn’t say anything.

“Anyway in this place Aragorn had been in love with Boromir before he died, so it was quite a shock when I showed up looking just like him.” Sean explained.

Viggo’s eyes shot up to meet Sean’s for a moment.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, thought you all were pulling an elaborate prank on me at first,” Sean laughed and Viggo smiled.

“I’d imagine so,” Viggo answered settling back against his chair. He had a feeling Sean was leading to something but unsure what.

“Anyway Boromir wasn’t dead after all, long story there, but he was reunited with Aragorn and soon after I woke up. Ok, that was less than the Cliff Notes version but you get the idea,” Sean grinned.

Viggo grinned in return.

“So why are you telling me all this?”

“Well, I…I feel the same way about you as Aragorn and Boromir felt about each other,” Sean said quickly and then held his breath waiting for Viggo’s reaction.

Viggo blinked a couple of times and then sat forward in his chair then stood up. Sean flinched worried that he’d hit him, or walk out but instead he pushed the coffee table out of the way with his foot and dropped to his knees in front of him.

“Viggo?” Sean gasped trying to comprehend what the other man was up to but soft lips descending upon his own silenced him.

Sean was shocked for a moment and just sat there allowing Viggo to kiss him softly a tender pressing of lips that was almost chaste. Then Sean’s hands wound into soft hair and pulled the man he so desired closer and kissed him in return, passionately.

By the time they drew a few inches apart they were both panting for breath and their lips were swollen and red.

“I love you,” Viggo whispered softly.

Sean smiled, “And I love you.” He answered as he moved back in to claim those lips again. Sean’s tongue traced the seam of Viggo’s lips, which parted to let his tongue slip inside. They kissed until Viggo’s knees ached.

When Viggo leaned back to gaze into Sean’s eyes he smiled, “I’m too old for this…my legs are going to sleep.”

Sean laughed and sat back offering his hand so Viggo could stand up, then he turned and sat down beside him.
They turned toward each other on the couch and Viggo took the opportunity to push Sean back until he lay under him.

“Much more comfortable this way,” Viggo murmured just before his lips met Sean’s again.

Sean couldn’t agree more, but he couldn’t exactly voice that at the moment.

Soon the kisses grew more fevered and Viggo’s lips slid across stubble and skin to his lover’s neck. Sean moaned and arched against the warm body pressing into his. He could feel both of their erections pressing against each other through their jeans. Viggo shifted his hips and Sean’s breath caught in his throat.

“Oh, do that again?”

“This?” Viggo asked shifting again.

“Oh, yeah, that.” Sean whispered enjoying the feeling.

Viggo smiled at him, “You ever done this before?”

“Yeah, well yeah I have, you?” Sean asked.

“Yeah, are you up for it…I mean I know your UP for it,” Viggo grinned as Sean chuckled, “I mean I know you are still recovering, we can wait…there are other things we can do.”

Sean smiled up at him brushing a lock of hair back, “Considerate aren’t you?”

Viggo blushed deeply at this which caused the blond to smile even wider, “I think if we go slow, take our time. I’ll be able to manage.”

Viggo smiled in return and leaned down to steal another kiss before levering himself up and off the couch trying not to crush Sean in the process.

Viggo held out his hand to Sean and helped him up. They walked to the bedroom slowly, stopping to kiss, and caress and explore one another’s bodies several times. Somewhere along the way Viggo lost both his shoes and his shirt, and Sean’s shirt followed close behind.

Viggo linked his hand with Sean’s and pulled it up to tenderly kiss a fading bruise on Sean’s arm from where the I.V. had been.

When they were finally undressed and on the bed Sean smiled at Viggo and pulled him down for another kiss but instead traced the scar on his lover’s upper lip.

Viggo closed his eyes and sighed softly.

“Have you…um, I’m not exactly prepared,” Viggo said after a few moments.

“Nightstand.”

Viggo quirked an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything as he moved to retrieve the bottle of lube and condoms.

“Had this all planned out didn’t you?” Viggo asked with a slight smirk.

“Yeah, what of it?” Sean asked leaning up on his elbows.

“Nothing, glad you did,” Viggo smiled popping open the small bottle and coating his fingers. His cock was aching and dripping with pre-come already and he noticed Sean’s was doing the same but neither man had touched the other yet.

He scooted up between Sean’s legs and traced a shaky hand down his cleft to the tiny opening smiling when he saw Sean’s cock twitch.

His finger traced the opening for a second and then began to delve inside slowly. Sean’s head tilted back into the pillow and he sighed softly and then his breath caught and he opened his eyes willing Viggo to do more.

Viggo thought he might come right then just from the sheer beauty of his reaction. He prepared him slowly, stretching and filling, moving in and out of his lover’s body with slick fingers until Sean was nearly writhing.

“Please, Vig, please. I’m gona come like this if you don’t.”

Viggo smiled down at him and slowly withdrew his fingers. He quickly rolled on a condom and slicked up, then he pulled Sean’s legs up and over his shoulders positioning his cock at his entrance. He pressed forward slowly, breaching and stretching him as Sean moaned softly his hands curling into the bunched bedclothes.

The long slow slide took all of Viggo’s control, he’d wanted this man for months, and thought he'd lost him. Now here they were, finally. He paused waiting for Sean to adjust to the intrusion, he knew it had been a long time since he had been taken this way from the way his eyes were so tightly shut.

Viggo waited until Sean’s eyes opened signaling him to move.

Slowly at first, just a tiny press forward and back and Sean moaned loudly when he pressed in at just the right angle stimulating that wonderful bundle of nerves.

“Oh, God! Vig, please I’m not made of fucking glass,” Sean whimpered trying to press back but he had no leverage.

Viggo smiled, and pulled back then slid forward in a quick thrust, that elicited the most beautiful moan, he’d ever heard. Muscles clamped around him and that was it, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hips began to thrust forward quicker and quicker building and building a pace that caused the bed to creak and Sean to bite his lip to keep from screaming.

He’d wanted this for so long, this was better than any dream, so much better.

His hand traveled down to his neglected cock bouncing against his stomach with each thrust. He began pumping it in time, ignoring the aches and pains of his body. His muscles were still very sore, and protesting his work out, but he could have cared less at the moment. Deal with all that later, he thought besides he’d always heard that sex was the best form of exercise.

“Oh God, Sean! Come with me…oh God!” Viggo cried out shuddering as he came, Sean followed hot white cream coating his stomach as he cried out Viggo’s name over and over again.

Viggo was careful not to just collapse on top of Sean. He slid his legs off his shoulders, and pulled back sitting on his heels, then managed to crawl across the bed to dispose of the condom in the trash can before he finally collapsed beside his lover.

Sean was still trying to catch his breath after a few minutes. Viggo got up and stumbled to the bathroom and returned with a damp towel to clean his lover.

Sean jumped at the touch and shuddered, still feeling the effects of his orgasm.

“Little jumpy,” Viggo teased and Sean just smiled at him.

“So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?” Viggo asked crawling back into the bed beside him.

“Stay here? Right here?” Sean murmured.

“Sounds good to me,” Viggo answered curling his body around his lover.

The End.

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