Title: Rumor Mill
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: Explicit Sex
Beta: None this time. Blame it all on me!
Warning: Sappy.
Feedback: Would love it Sairalinde @ hornofgondor.com
Website: http://www.lordsofgondor.com
Disclaimer: This never happened...this is total fiction. Viggo and Sean are incredibly, deliciously real but sadly I can make no claims on them. This was written in fun that's all.
Archiving: OEAM, SL, Rugbytackling, GO, anywhere else just ask.
Summary/Notes: From Arden's challenge on Rugbytackle of Viggo and Sean never having had "boy sex" and needing others to help. Sean and Viggo just can't seem to get on the same page but hobbits, elves, and wizards help them along.
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Sean had left Fran and saw that Viggo was deep in conversation with Dom. He glanced around the set, it seemed that they were no where close to resuming filming. How fucking long does it take to replace a god damn light bulb anyway? Are they making the thing? Reinventing it perhaps? Digging Edison up so he can tell them how it's supposed to be done?

Sean paced around angrily and stumbled right into Sir Ian.

"Christ, Ian. Sorry." He said backing up a bit.

"It's alright, Sean. What is it that's eating you? You and Viggo have a lovers quarrel?" Ian asked with a wink.

"For the last fucking time, I am NOT buggering Viggo and he is NOT buggering me!" Sean snapped.

"Oh my. I am sorry." Ian said patting the log he was sitting on in invitation. The way he said it Sean wasn't sure what Ian was more sorry for. Perpetuating the rumor or the fact that Sean and Viggo weren't buggering each other.

"I'm sorry, Ian. The others…they just keep going on and on about what we are supposedly doing to each other…when we aren't. Not at all…we are just friends." Sean said shaking his head.

"But Sean I've seen the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. I always thought my instincts were pretty good before now. I was certain there was something going on…or at least something more than friendship." Ian said softly. "I do apologize for assuming."

"No…don't apologize please. In a way you are right. There is more, at least I feel there is. Ian I don't know what to do." Sean said shaking his head and looking past Ian to where Viggo was sitting obviously enthralled by whatever tale Dom was telling him.

"Sean. You are obviously in love or at the very least quite heavily in lust with Viggo. I think he might feel the same way if those looks I've seen him throwing your way are any indication. I may be an old man compared to the lot of you but I am not blind. You've never…been attracted to another man before have you?" Ian asked cautiously.

Sean sputtered for a moment. "Uh…well not exactly. Not that I haven't ever considered it, but never found one I really wanted this with."

"Until Viggo." Ian responded.

"Yes." Sean answered dropping his gaze to the ground. It was different here by the log, more rocks.

"So if it were going to happen, lets say the two of you get past this little impasse you're having and the time has come do you know what to do?" Ian asked trying to choose his words as wisely as possible.

"No…sort of but not exactly. I've read about it…scripts ya know, and have read a book or two that broached the subject. Research if you will for Carrivagio." Sean said shaking his head. He wondered if his head might not fall off his shoulders he'd been shaking it so much today.

Ian nodded then tipped his head toward Peter standing on the slope down the hill from them.

"Well it looks like they are back on track. Why don't you come by my trailer later on and we will talk?" Ian asked.

"Alright." Sean agreed feeling quite odd but decided he did need to find this out…even if the knowledge never came to any use at least he wouldn't be a fumbling idiot if by some miracle it did.

Sean avoided Viggo as much as possible off camera then that afternoon rushed to makeup and then rushed off to Ian's trailer before anyone else even made it back.

He got to the trailer just as Ian was crossing to it.

"That was fast." Ian mused as he unlocked his door to let the other man in.

"Seem overeager do I?" Sean asked grinning.

"A bit, but I understand." Ian said fixing them both a cup of tea.

"So what all do you want to know?" Ian asked.

"Everything…well within reason I suppose." Sean amended figuring he might not want to know EVERYTHING Ian knew.

"I'll do my best then." Ian said settling down and doing just that.

Sean emerged beside Ian from his trailer two and a half hours later looking quite shell shocked and feeling a bit so. Good Lord.

"Now I'm off home. Are you going to be alright, Sean?" Ian asked locking the trailer door and walking with him to the car park.

"Yes…I'll be just fine. Thanks, Ian." Sean answered as he walked to his own car in a bit of a fog. When he arrived at his cottage he went in, took a shower, and had a marvelous wank thinking about all that Ian had told him and imagining Viggo every step of the way.

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The next day he woke up to the sound of thunder rumbling and a few minutes later his phone rang. It was Fran informing him that filming was cancelled for the day, if it didn't stop by tonight then it would be cancelled one more day while they worked up some indoor sets they weren't planning on doing just yet.

Sean lay back on the bed and dozed off then he awoke to a phone ringing again. "Bloody hell did I just dream that filming was called off for the day?"

"Hullo." Sean said into the phone with a yawn.

"Sean?" Viggo asked.

"Hey, Vig! Sorry went back to sleep after Fran called saying filming was cancelled. What's up?" Sean asked then nearly smacked himself in the head. This time of morning asking a man 'what's up' was an open invitation. Thankfully, Viggo ignored it.

"I was just wondering what you planned on doing today?" Viggo asked.

"Hadn't given it much thought…staying right here in bed feels like as good a idea as any." Sean said and then really did smack himself in the forehead that time and groaned.

"Uh…you alright?" Viggo asked.

"Yeah just fine…um stubbed my toe." Sean lied. He was still lying in bed.

"Alright…well I was wondering if you'd like to join me for breakfast. I think I over did it with the pancake mix and there's going to be too much for just me. Hate to waste it…of course if you aren't interested I can call Orlando." Viggo said trying to keep his voice even.

Sean frowned, no way in hell Orlando was having breakfast with Viggo.

"Umm lemme get dressed and I'll pop over soon." Sean said sliding out of bed and rifling through his underwear drawer.

"Great! See you soon." Viggo said before hanging up.

Sean got ready quickly and headed over to Viggo's house. It was really pouring. Even with an umbrella he got pretty well soaked and it was fucking COLD! I didn't ask for a cold shower, didn't want one but I fucking well got one. He thought as he banged on Viggo's cottage door.

Viggo answered the door wearing baggy ripped up jeans and a button up shirt only half way buttoned.

"Hey…good Lord you are soaked. I didn't realize it was this bad. You should have told me to go to hell for inviting you on a morning like this." Viggo said opening the door and letting Sean in.

"No worries…not made of sugar. I won't melt." Sean joked making Viggo grin. He would love to know what Sean tasted like, if not sugar.

"Here let me get you a towel…or three." Viggo said eyeing the puddle forming at Sean's feet.

"Now I get why filming is cancelled. Good thing New Zealand is anchored good, we'd have floated to Florida by now." Sean said shivering.

"It would be warmer in Florida." Viggo mused handing him the towels. Shit…here…just wrap these around you and hang on." Viggo ran back into his bedroom and returned with a t-shirt and sweat pants.

"Here go in the bathroom and change into these, you'll feel better. I'll toss your clothes in the dryer." Viggo said handing him the items.

"Ok." Sean muttered and realized just then his teeth were literally chattering.

He changed and came back out dry and warm.

"Thanks Vig." Sean said padding into the kitchen barefoot.

"You need some socks?" Viggo asked as he poured pancake batter into a pan.

"Nah, feet aren't cold." Sean said plopping down at the table where Viggo had already placed a cup of hot coffee for him.

"Cheers, mate." Sean said taking a drink.

Viggo smiled over his shoulder and continued to make pancakes.

They talked as they always did, about acting, politics, their children, the shoot, art, and everything under the sun…except for the rumors. Except what happened yesterday.

Once breakfast was over they both plopped down on the couch.

"God I can barely move…I ate too much." Sean said smiling at Viggo.

"Me too. Remind me to cut that recipe in fourth's next time." Viggo teased.

"It wouldn't have been enough to feed the hobbits." Sean said laughing.

"Nope." Viggo agreed.

It was barely ten in the morning and they were both sacked out on the couch. Viggo at one end with his legs beside Sean and Sean at the other with his beside Viggo. They just lay talking and laughing until Sean yawned.

"Am I boring you?" Viggo asked.

"No…haven't been sleeping well lately. Catching up with me I think." Sean admitted snuggling back more into the couch.

"Go to sleep then." Viggo answered stretching his arms above his head and yawning too.

So they did. They fell asleep like that and a few hours later Sean woke up again. Viggo was fast asleep. Sean watching him for a few moments. Watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath and the way his eyelashes looked like a dark smudge against his high cheekbones.

Sean reached out suddenly and put his hand on the top of his foot. Just stroked lightly from the top of Viggo's foot just above his toes and circled around to his ankle. His skin was warm under Sean's fingers. Viggo moved a bit and Sean decided to stop. He didn't feel like getting kicked should he find a ticklish spot.

Sean realized then that he needed to get up. He could hear the rain hitting the windows and his need to take a piss was really starting to get to him. He shifted and slid awkwardly trying to get off the couch without dumping Viggo into the floor.

He finally made his way to the bathroom and when he came back Viggo was sitting up rubbing his eyes. He looked rumpled and content sitting there half awake.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." Sean said softly.

"It's ok…got cold without you." Viggo murmured softly.

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