Title: Lights Out 5
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS/FPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B. and Aragorn/Sean B.
Rating: Explicit Sex (eventually knowing me)
Beta: My beta and co-conspiritor remains in the hospital
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.

Author Note: I wasn't able to sleep so I wrote these two segments. I miss my Fin terribly. I wish he was here to beta and help me with the plot/story but he's not. Hope it makes sense. He only betaed content never grammar anyway, so if you see those things like fragments and comma splices, sorry. Without him I'm sure I'm even worse than normal.

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

Chapter 5

Viggo had gone home and changed clothes around three in the morning and had already returned to the hospital. It was nowhere near visiting hours, but the doctor made an exception. A coma patient needed someone nearby, someone talking to them, willing them to wake up.

Peter and Fran along with Liv and Orlando had gone to the airport to pick up Sean’s mother and daughters.

He walked into Sean’s room and noticed that even though he hadn’t moved he looked different. Then it dawned on him, Sean seemed to be smiling faintly. That was a change!

Viggo rushed over and grabbed his hand and sat down in the chair beside the bed.

“What are you thinking about, hmm? Must be good, you are nearly smiling. I hope you can hear me, can you feel me holding your hand? Sean you need to wake up, your Mom and daughters are on their way. They are very worried about you. We all are. The fellowship plus a few others have invaded this floor of the hospital. The staff is ready to kill us all, I’m sure. Peter has cancelled filming for a while. I went by your place, watered your roses. I know you did that every morning, so I did it for you. Hope I didn’t over do it though. Would hate to kill them. I don’t exactly have a green thumb.” Viggo whispered to the other man caressing his hand as he spoke. He wasn’t sure if Sean could hear him, or feel him, but he could hope. He knew he was just rambling but it made him feel better just speaking to him.

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Sean woke up in his chamber with Viggo’s voice still echoing in his mind, something about watering roses. He scrunched up his nose a bit at the thought, Viggo, watering roses? Sean wasn’t sure where those thoughts had come from but they made him smile.

He was still feeling weak, and after his talk with Aragorn had come back to his room to take a nap. He couldn’t believe the things he’d told the other man. Things he would never tell anyone, ever. Complete drivel really, he’d sounded like a teenage girl waxing poetic over her boyfriend but he couldn’t help himself.

Aragorn had listened to it all, laughed with him at times, and talked about Boromir. With every word spoken Sean could see plainly how much Aragorn had loved his Steward. He wished that the man hadn’t been killed in the books. Then again that was part of Boromir’s allure he supposed, such a tragic figure.

He wondered how long it would be before he finally came out of this world. He wanted to get back to his life, back to his children, and back to Viggo. He definitely had something to tell the other man.

Then a thought struck him. What if I never come out of this world? There was so much he still wanted to do in his life. He wanted to see his daughters grow up. He wanted to tell Viggo how he felt about him. Hell he still wanted to play MacBeth, the one role that made him want to be an actor in the first place! Sean sat on the edge of his bed and cried.

A soft knock startled him out of his depression and he swiped at the tears trying to dry his face before answering.

“Yes?” He asked pulling open the door. “Aragorn.”

“Hello, Sean. You have been crying?” Aragorn asked unable to keep himself from touching the other man’s face.

“It’s nothing. Feeling sorry for myself is all. What can I do for you?” Sean asked backing away breaking the contact. He was not in a position to resist any temptation right now.

“I knew you were tired, and then when you didn’t go with Arwen on her walk, I became worried.”

“Oh, please apologize to her for me. I was so tired I fell asleep and just woke up a short time ago.” Sean answered rubbing the back of his neck. He wondered if maybe once he felt better in this world he will wake up in the other one? He could only hope.

“We assumed this was the case. I sent a servant in and he said you were fast asleep earlier. I just wanted to come check on you, make sure all was well.”

“I’m fine now,” Sean answered.

Aragorn smiled and Sean suddenly thought of Viggo grinning at him lying on his couch with his bare feet in Sean’s lap. He remembered pushing at them and saying, “Giddoff ya bugger.” Viggo had laughed at him and wriggled his toes in Sean’s face.

In response Sean crossed his eyes and pretended to pass out. Viggo had retaliated by hitting him with a pillow, which resulted in the two of them beating each other senseless with pillows and giggling like five year olds.

He missed that…something so silly. He missed just sitting on the couch watching a game while Viggo scribbled in his notebook. He desperately wanted that back. Even if Viggo didn’t share the same feelings Sean did, he wanted his life back, he wanted his friend back.

“I want to go back, but I don’t know how.” Sean said sadly.

Aragorn looked at him and sighed opening his arms to the other man. Sean stepped into the embrace and rested his head on his shoulder. He even smelled like Viggo!

“You’ll find a way, Sean. We will hate to see you go, but you will find a way back,” Aragorn consoled him.

Sean pulled back to look at him. “Make me forget where I am, just for a little while?” Sean asked giving in to his feelings for Viggo. This man may not be him, but he was as close as Sean was going to get in this world. He needed the connection.

Aragorn closed the distance quickly before Sean could change his mind. When they had kissed before it was like kissing Boromir and he desperately wanted to recapture that feeling. Their lips pressed together tentatively and then Aragorn pulled back his conscience prickling, “Are you certain?”

“Yes. Please just make me forget,” Sean pleaded, his eyes still sparkling with new unshed tears.

Sean's arms came up and wrapped around Aragorn pulling him closer, the kiss tentative at first deepened to more. He wished with all of his heart that this was Viggo, but he needed someone so badly. He needed to forget that this place wasn't real, if only for a little while. It's only a dream he thought for a moment, then Aragorn moaned into the kiss and Sean no longer cared if it were a dream or reality.

Tongues danced together, tasting, and savoring.

Aragorn trailed his lips down Sean’s throat, his beard scratching against the other man’s skin igniting fire along its path. Sean slid his hands over Aragorn’s back, feeling the muscles move under his clothing and the darker man responded by pulling him flush against him. At that point Sean became more aggressive, thrusting his tongue deeply into Aragorn’s mouth and grinding his hips forward allowing the other man to feel just how much he wanted this.

Gasping for breath Aragorn pulled back and rested his forehead against Sean’s as his fingers fumbled with the lacing of his tunic.

Both men were nearly frantic, attempting to steal kisses while trying to undress one another. After a few minutes of fighting with their clothing they were finally skin to skin. Sean tugged Aragorn’s arm and pulled him toward the bed. He stared at Aragorn’s body already slick with sweat. It was exactly as he had seen Viggo once in the costume trailer after a long day of sword battles.

Once at the bedside both men tumbled onto it as hands explored, teasing, finding the other’s source of pleasure. They kissed messily, lips sliding to explore and taste salt sweet flesh.

Aragorn licked at the hollow of Sean’s neck, reveling in how much the flavor reminded him of Boromir. His hand stroked slowly down the blonde’s chest and stomach until finally wrapping around Sean’s rigid shaft. The dark haired man's thumb skimmed across the weeping head inducing a sharp intake of breath.

“What do you want, Sean?” Aragorn asked huskily against his neck as his hand slid back up Sean’s abdomen.

“You, please, Aragorn,” Sean whispered and Aragorn groaned as he kissed him again. His tongue stroked inside the other man’s mouth, tasting, and taking. Then slowly he moved down kissing, and licking until he was nuzzling and nipping at a taut nipple. Sean arched into the touch and sighed with pleasure.

Aragorn continued his ministrations and moved further down tracing a line of wet kisses to Sean’s navel where his tongue circled and teased. Sean’s fingers tangled in dark hair as he moaned his approval.

Aragorn smiled against sweat slick skin, and slid still lower until he reached his goal. Sean’s erection stood hard and sleek as is pulsed with need. Aragorn shifted and took the length into his mouth, teasing with his tongue as his lips slid along the shaft.

Sean hissed and threw his head back loosing himself in the hot, wet suction.

Aragorn increased his pace and suddenly Sean’s hand shot down and grasped his shoulder. “Not like this…please.”

Aragorn pulled back slowly and settled on his knees between Sean’s legs.

“I do not wish to hurt you…wait here for a moment,” he said sliding off the bed and going to a shelf to retrieve a small vial.

Sean never took his eyes off the other man, watching his muscular body move gracefully across the room and back again.

Aragorn prepared him slowly, until Sean was burning with need.

“Please,” he whispered huskily.

The dark haired man leaned forward and kissed him, as his fingers delved deeper then curled and found the center of Sean’s pleasure. He moaned loudly into the kiss before Aragorn pulled back again. His delving fingers disappeared to be replaced by a hard, thick, shaft pressing slowly inside. Breaching him, taking him.

Sean cried out in combined pleasure and pain as Aragorn steadily drove inside. Once seated fully within the tight, hot, channel Aragorn paused, as much for himself as his lover.

After a few moments Aragorn began to pump into his lover, filling and retreating at a maddeningly slow pace. Sean flexed his hips and wrapped his legs around his lover to force him to move faster.

“Do not rush this,” Aragorn whispered softly then shifted forward purposefully adjusting the angle driving against Sean’s prostate. The blonde’s eyes rolled back and he cried out at the sensation.

Despite Aragorn’s words soon they were moving faster and faster, together, as one, giving and taking pleasure with each stroke.

Finally it became too much to bear and Sean reached between them to grasp his aching member.

“Yes, come with me. Come with me, Sean,” Aragorn chanted softly as he increased his pace yet again.

Within moments Sean cried out as his climax struck and Aragorn soon followed then collapsed upon him. Both men were heaving and trying to catch their breath.

“Thank you,” Sean whispered softly.

“No, thank YOU,” Aragorn whispered against his neck.

Sean knew this wasn’t real, but it had felt more real than any dream he’d ever had. For now it was enough he thought as he drifted off to sleep wrapped in Aragorn's soothing touch.

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