Title: No Turning Back
Author: Sairalinde
Type: SLASH Fan Fic
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: Explicit Sex
WARNING: Language
Beta: Glorfindel
Disclaimer: This never happened…this is total fiction…Viggo, Sean, and Orlando are all real people but I make no claims on them. This was written in fun that's all. None of it is real.
Feedback: Yes please send to sairalinde@hornofgondor.com
Archiving: Yes but ask first please.
Summary/Notes: Sean has a dilemma…Viggo helps him through it.

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7 ]

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Chapter 7

We both laugh and he waves as he practically skips down the steps to his
car.

He’s as happy for us as we are I think. Viggo turns back to me and smiles.

“So…are you too jet lagged to get reacquainted?” He asks using the word Orli had.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “What did you have in mind?” Before the question left my lips however Viggo was attacking them again.

God how I had missed this, had missed him, had missed us. It doesn’t seem strange to me anymore, Viggo and I are a couple and we are going to announce it to the entire fellowship tomorrow night, but tonight it’s just the two of us. Then all my thoughts leave when Viggo’s hand squeezes my cock through my jeans.

“Bedroom?” I manage to say between kisses and Viggo grunts. We start heading for the bedroom though neither of us are willing to let go of the other. We are bumping into furniture as we go but neither of us cares.

Once we arrive in the bedroom we stop beside the bed. Viggo is trying to unbutton my shirt at the same time I am trying to tug his off while both of us are still kissing each other. Neither of us are making much progress. I back up a bit and hold up my hand.

“Let’s just get out of these damn things as fast as we can.” I say unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way and tossing it across the room. Viggo grins and does the same. I am quite impressed at how fast his jeans go flying over my head onto the chair behind me.

Soon we are both facing each other naked and grinning at each other like fools. I reach out and pull Viggo in for another kiss. His kisses are so arousing, amazing the way he kisses really. Always like it’s the end of the world. Viggo kisses as though if he didn't kiss me he would disintegrate on the spot. Those kisses always make me a little bit weak in the knees.
Then Viggo drops to his knees and smiles up at me with that wicked grin he has, oh God. I watch him intently as his tongue darts out and licks the head. My cock leaps at the touch and I moan loudly. Viggo grins at me, he loves to torture me, go slow and make me beg but tonight he doesn’t…he feels that same way I do. It’s been too fucking long for both of us. A week and we are both reduced to trembling, wanton, masses of nerves.
I moan when he sucks me in deep; his tongue dancing around the head as his teeth lightly graze the vein on the sensitive underside. I shudder from the intense feeling of it. Viggo begins setting a slow pace, lazy almost but it’s making me tremble. I reach down and wrap my fingers in his hair, not to force or guide…just hold him. I am struggling not to thrust into his mouth, I want to let him do this to me but it’s getting harder and harder to hang on to any self control. Viggo pulls back and I slide out of his mouth. I can’t say anything he just looks up and says, “Fuck my mouth, Sean…I want you to.”

Fuck, how could I pass up an offer like that? He pulls me in deep again and I begin thrusting forward slightly, I don’t want to choke him but damn it feels so good. His fingers dig into my hips and he coaxes me to go faster and a bit deeper with each thrust. I think my brains just went flying out of my head and into the next room because I can’t think…just feel my blood thrumming through my veins and this incredible heat in my groin.

“Viggo!” I yell out half moan half sob as I come shuddering and shaking.

Viggo still has me in his mouth swallowing me down and I am shaking so hard I can barely stay on my feet. He doesn’t release me until I am completely spent and then he stands up in front of me, holding me close.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all week.” Viggo says smiling and then kissing me.

“Hmmm I been wanting you to do that to me all week.” I say in a somewhat raspy voice. God my brain is still floating around the house somewhere I think.

“Bed.” Viggo says softly and pushes me onto it. I almost laugh but then he attacks my lips and any thought of laughter goes away.

I can taste myself in his kiss and it is already making me hard again. Once we break the kiss I smile at him.

“Seems I owe you a favor.” I say grasping his hard cock in my hand. Viggo hisses and arches into my touch.

“I want you to fuck me Sean…hard.” Viggo whispers against my neck and incredibly my cock gets hard very quickly. He’s going to be the death of me I swear…but what a way to go.

He slides down and begins kissing my chest, teasing nipples and then I roll him under me. He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose nearly making me laugh.

I reach over to the nightstand and grab the bottle of lube and slick up my fingers and my cock. Slowly I press one finger against the tight muscle and glance up at Viggo. He’s watching me and I can feel the love in his eyes. I push in deeper and curl my finger slightly and his eyes flutter closed as he arches against me.

“Sean please…need YOU. NOW!”

I love it when he begs, I really do. I pull my finger out and he sucks in a breath just before I position myself and begin pushing into him. Slowly, no matter how hard and fast he says he wants it, he can’t possibly want this first part that way. Viggo’s legs wrap around me though and he pulls he forward with his heels on my arse in one fast motion. He shudders under me and I groan. Oh God.

“You ok?” I ask after a few seconds.

“Yes…come on Sean…fuck me. Hard. I’ve missed you so much, want to feel you…” Viggo tells me.

I begin thrusting into him a bit slowly at first, I need to get used to this for a bit or I am not going to last long, even a second time. I love having him like this, skin-to-skin so I can see his face. Then after a few thrusts I find the right angle and begin pumping into him harder and faster. He’s lost, moaning my name over and over and I can hear our bodies slapping together and the headboard sounds like some kind of tribal drums as it bounces against the wall.

“God-oh God-Sean!”

I can’t say anything my mind is blown completely by the look in Viggo’s eyes. He’s perfect, so beautiful, and mine. Yes this incredible human is mine, my best friend and my lover!

I can see the moment just before Viggo is going to come, I know that look, I love that look. So wild, and I take his cock in my hand and stroke it in time with my thrusts. I can feel his muscles tighten and I look right in his eyes as he comes. It’s the most beautiful sight every time, his body quivering and glistening with sweat. I thrust just a few more times and spill deep inside of him. His muscles milking me of every drop before I shudder one last time. I lower myself over him and kiss his neck lightly before rolling off of him.

I pull him close and Viggo kisses me tenderly. “I love you, Sean.”

I lay there for a moment and stare at him. It’s the first time he’s said it…I’ve known it for a long time but this is the first time he’s actually said it to me. I haven’t answered him yet though and he looks like he’s starting to get a bit worried the daft sod.

“Oh Viggo, I love you too, have loved you for a very long time.” I say kissing him again.

He seems relieved. “Sorry I haven’t said it before…I guess. Well I guess that before you left I didn’t feel we needed the words you know. They are so cliché anymore, but I have missed you so much. So terribly, not just this…I mean the sex is breathtaking and I did miss that too but I missed us…I missed you. Just sitting around talking and being what we’ve always been, and I knew I had to say it…I love you with all my heart.” Viggo says softly.

I look at him a moment and then smile. “I’ve known I loved you since that day we told Orli about us, I just never found the right time to actually say it I guess. I didn’t actually expect to hear you say it first even though I guess you being a poet and all I should have.”

Viggo laughed at that answer and shook his head. We fell asleep like that wrapped up in each others arms. Tomorrow we are going to tell everyone about us. Now those three little over used words-cliché as they are-have given me even more confidence for tomorrow.

When I wake up I can hear Viggo in the shower. I lay there a few minutes longer and sit up. The headboard bangs against the wall and I almost laugh. Going to have to fix that, though it made such an interesting rhythm last night. I grab my discarded boxers from the floor and throw them on then start messing with the headboard.

“Must be a screw loose.” I mutter as I wiggle it a bit. I hear Viggo’s laughter behind me.

“What?” I ask turning. He’s wearing nothing but a towel and laughing at me while he rubs another one through his hair.

“I hear you talking to yourself and the words I hear are “must be a screw loose” sorry it just cracked me up.” Viggo says still grinning.

I laugh. “Yeah well, I was referring to the headboard. I need to fix it, was a bit distracting last night.”

Viggo laughs, “Could’ve fooled me.” Before he goes back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

That afternoon Viggo and I are sitting in the kitchen. “Ok so everyone will be here around six. Are you sure you’re ready to do this tonight, Sean?” He asks.

“Yes, I’m ready…are you?” I ask.

“Yeah…besides folks are already wondering and those that aren’t wondering are going to figure it out sooner or later. We can’t hide forever and now that you’ve moved in people are really going to wonder, so we may as well get it out in the open.” Viggo rambles…he rambles when he’s nervous.

Incredibly I don’t feel nervous though. Ian’s been badgering me about this for months so I know he will be thrilled. Orli knows and has been very supportive of us both, Elijah suspects, and Dom and Billy are together so how could they mind…would sort of be like the pot calling the kettle black.

It’s going to be just the fellowship and Peter and Fran, so it shouldn’t be too hard. The rest of the cast can wait.

5:45

Orli shows up early if you can believe that. “Thought I would get here early…make sure you had good moral support.” He says hugging us both.

Viggo smiles at him and ruffles his hair. “Thanks, Prissy Elf.”

Orli laughs, “Watch it Filthy Human.” I chuckle at their little joke and offer Orli a glass of wine.

The others begin arriving and by 6:15 the entire fellowship plus Peter and Fran are in our living room.

“Well we asked you all over to welcome Sean back, but also to tell you all something important.” Viggo begins but then I can tell he’s starting to loose it with all those eyes on him.

“Yes…um well first of all I am living here with Viggo now.” I add.

Everyone nods and Ian looks at me with a knowing look. Yes, you smug old bastard you were right. I feel like saying but I don’t.

“Yeah, Sean’s living here now, and um we are…we are…” Viggo says but gets a bit lost.

I grab his hand and squeeze it in front of everyone and I see small smiles start to break out around the room.

“We are a couple actually have been for quite a while now.” I say lifting Viggo’s hand to my lips and giving it a soft kiss.

Elijah jumps up off the couch and runs over to us both and throws his arms around us. “I knew it! I fucking knew it! I am so happy for both of you!”

We both let out relived sighs and hug the boy back…well one down.

Ian laughs. “About time.” I smile at him.

“Wow, um that’s great, I’m happy for you both!” Sean Astin says smiling and lifting his wine glass in a toast.

“I second that.” John says cheerfully.

Dom and Billy grin at us and give us a thumbs up. Orli just sits off to the side grinning from ear to ear.

“You knew didn’t you Orlando?” Peter asks after a few moments.

“Yep…but I was sworn to secrecy.” Orli answers.

“Secrecy?” Ian asks.

“My divorce.” I answer and everyone nods knowingly.

Fran stands up and comes over to Viggo and I…Viggo hasn’t let my hand go yet.

“Well I am thrilled for you both.” She said hugging first Viggo and then me. Was a bit awkward though still having my hand in Viggo’s. Fran didn’t seem to mind though.

Peter stands. “Yes, thrilled, really, but do try and keep this under wraps…the movie has enough strikes against it as it is.”

“We know.” Viggo answers. “We kept it a secret this long, but we wanted to share it with our friends.”

Late that night Viggo is sitting on the couch talking to Henry on the phone while I am taking the last few wine glasses to the kitchen. When I come back out Viggo is off the phone and smiling from ear to ear.

“What?” I ask sitting down next to him on the couch.

“Henry is coming down next week to visit…I want to tell him about us when he gets here…want to do it in person, ya know?” Viggo says still grinning. “But I did tell him I was in a relationship. He was excited for me.”

“Will it matter that I’m a man?” I ask a bit worried, not sure how my girls are going to take this news.

“No, I don’t think he’ll care as long as I’m happy. Henry is a very open minded kid.” Viggo explains.

“Sort of like his father.” I answer and Viggo smiles.

“Well we have an early day tomorrow.” I say stretching.

“You just want to get me in bed.” Viggo teases and I laugh.

“Well yeah…actually rather just have you in me.” I say wiggling my eyebrows and he laughs and leans in to kiss me. Just then the phone rings.

“Shit.” Viggo says just inches from my mouth.

“Mmmm” I just grunt in agreement.

Viggo grabs the phone. “Hello?---Oh hi Liv. Oh really? Well yeah…oh you want to talk to Sean? Okay.”

He hands me the phone. “It’s Liv.”

I nod and take the phone. “Hello?”

“Well hello there you home wreaker. Not only does Arwen have Éowyn to worry about but now Boromir too?” She asks barely concealing the laughter in her voice.

“News certainly travels fast.” I mutter into the phone and Viggo laughs beside me.

“Well you take good care of each other ok? Goodnight, sweetie!” She says seriously and I smile.

“We will certainly do that. Goodnight, Liv.” I answer then hand the phone back to Viggo.

“What was that all about?” Viggo asks.

“You’re Queen was a bit perturbed. Said she not only had to deal with Éowyn trying to steal you but now Boromir.” I tell him trying not to laugh.

Viggo shakes his head and chuckles. “Damn her, now we are never going to get through that council scene tomorrow.”

“Come on…we were just about to go to bed weren’t we?” I ask standing and offering him my hand.

Two months later I am standing at the airport again. I hate this, I really, absolutely fucking hate this. I hate flying but what I hate even more is leaving Viggo. We are both going to go mad I think. I am coming back as soon as I get a chance in just over six weeks. I also plan to be here for the wrap party which is still eight months away if Pete stay’s on schedule. Then there are the premieres and all that, so Viggo and I will have plenty of chances to be together. I have done this before with relationships and even my marriages, had to be away from the person I love, but this is different. I have never felt so attached to anyone before. I guess it’s because we were friends first and that is what we will always be first.

Henry is coming down again next week, he will help cheer Viggo up some. The boy was incredibly open minded about us. He said as long as his Dad was happy he didn’t care who he was dating. I am telling my two oldest girls when I get back…hope they take it as well as Henry.

Viggo’s standing there looking like someone just ran over his dog. All I want to do is wrap my arms around him and hold him but in the middle of an airport it’s not the right course of action. Sure on set, at home, but in public, not everyone is as accepting as our friends.

“Sean? Call me when you land, no matter what time it is ok? I won’t be able to sleep until I hear from you anyway.” Viggo says sadly.

“I know, love. I will.” I try to say more but my voice breaks. He hears it and I can see the tears in his eyes.

“Six weeks.” I say softly.

“Six weeks.” He repeats then tugs me into an all too quick and friendly ‘public’ hug.

Two and a half years later.

Here I am again standing in an airport this time in Los Angeles waiting on my luggage so I can make my way home. Viggo is still in Montana but will be on his way home soon. I spot my bags and make to grab them but my cell phone rings.

“Fuck.” I silently debate, grab the luggage or wait for it to make another pass? I look at the number on my cell and decide to let the luggage wait.

“Viggo?” I answer.

“Sean…I am going crazy up here.” Viggo gushes into the phone.

“What is it, love?” I ask worried about the tone of his voice.

“I lost my fucking wallet, there is a reporter here, Henry is here, and shit Sean, I lost my fucking wallet.” Viggo says in a rush.

“Calm down.” I tell him. “Where did you have it last?” I ask.

“Sean…I’m not asking you to help me retrace my steps…where are you anyway?” Viggo asks.

“I’m at the airport, baggage claim actually, was about to head to the house.” I answer.

“Oh, good. I might be late, I don’t think I can fly without my drivers license.” Viggo answers.

“Nope, not anymore…but you also shouldn’t be driving either isn’t that illegal too?” I ask.

“Don’t remind me.” Viggo laughs. “I will be VERY careful. Last thing I need is to get hauled in for no license with a reporter and Henry with me!”

“Poor baby.” I say laughing.

“Oh you’re going to pay for that one.” Viggo says laughing.

“I hope so.” I tease back.

“Love you, Sean.” Viggo says softly.

“I love you too…be careful. Say Hi to Henry for me.” I say before we say our goodbyes. Viggo never ceases to amaze me how often he looses things. His wallet is probably in his last pair of jeans he wore but hadn’t washed yet. I bet instead he’s searching his luggage but hasn’t checked his jeans he wore yesterday.

I collect my bags and head out to my car. Once in my car I am headed back toward our house when my cell rings again. It’s Viggo.

“They were in the jeans you wore yesterday.” I say before he can say anything.

“Shit. Yeah. You know me too well.” Viggo answers laughing.

“See you tomorrow then?” I ask laughing.

“Yeah see you then, love you.” He says still laughing.

“Love you too, be careful.” I say before we say goodbye and hang up again. The crazy bugger.

I can’t believe we have been together for just over three years now. Just doesn’t seem real. We probably only see each other on average a week or two a month or less because of work or one thing or the other. The odd thing is I’ve had an easier time with this relationship than any I’ve ever had and we see less of each other than I saw any of the others. Maybe it’s the whole distance makes the heart grow fonder thing…or this is it…it’s real and he’s my soul mate. I think I like that last part better. Then again I am turning into a daft romantic sod too, so is Viggo for that matter.

Six months ago I complained that I missed my garden in London. We still have the house in London, his place in Idaho and his place in L.A.. We were at the house here in L.A. when I was standing at the back door looking into the yard. Viggo came up behind me with a cup of tea and wrapped his arms around me.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asked nuzzling my neck.

“The yard…I miss my garden sometimes.” I said softly.

“Do you want to go back to London?” He asked. I could hear the worry in his voice.

“No, I don’t want to go back, I didn’t mean it like that. I just miss working in it. Kinda like when you miss the ranch.” I explained.

“I see.” He said and then kissed my neck.

Little did I know my little wish was going to come true. I had to leave for a few weeks on a press junket and when I came back Viggo led me straight to the back yard. I stood there stunned. He had no clue what the things he had planted were, but they were beautiful. He’d gotten a lady who owns a nursery to come in and help him design it. He had asked her for an English garden so she picked the plants but Viggo did all the work himself. I actually cried, couldn’t fucking believe it, no one had ever done anything like that for me before. He could care less about gardening, but he did it for me.

I remember asking him. “Why?” and he smiled and said, “Because I love you.” That’s what did it, that’s when I lost it and cried like a fucking baby.

I smile at the memory as I pull into our drive way and park the car. As I go in the house I flip on the lights and there is a note taped inside the door. Viggo must of put it there before he left.

“Since I can’t be there to welcome you home, I found this in my journal. I wrote it the day after we first told each other that we loved one another.

January 18, 2000: At first I thought it was a dream. The reason your touch is like coming home, the way your kiss is sweeter than the finest wine. I thought it was a dream, the way we fell into easy friendship and then in love. Now I know, kindred spirits, soul mates are real not just poetic devices. There is no turning back for us now.

Thought you would like to know what I was thinking that next day. You realize you’re stuck with me, right? Love, Viggo.”

Daft bugger…Viggo never fails to surprise me, and here I am all alone. I feel like I am going to fucking cry again or at the very least if I don’t see him in the next twenty-four hours I am going to go mad. He’s turned me into a weepy, romantic sod, that misses him even when we are across town from each other let alone other states or countries. But I love him for it and always will.

Like he said, soul mates. I like the sound of that…besides I knew that night in his living room in New Zealand when he took my hand there was no turning back. Glad he caught on to that.

The End.