Title: Fear of a Broken Heart 4/5
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: Explicit Sex
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. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to sairalinde @ hornofgondor.com
Archiving: OEAM, Rugbytackling, LOM, GO-others ask.
Summary/Notes: Sean’s fear of a broken heart causes some problems.
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Chapter 4

Filming that day went off without a hitch, no botched lines at all, no technical problems, it was absolute perfection. Peter was so pleased he decided to give everyone the next few days off while he did some early editing.

Sean and Viggo had lucked out it seemed…two more days off within a week! The two were already in the makeup trailer when Orlando bounced in.

“So what are you two old fogies going to do on your days off?” Orlando asked plopping down extremely un-elflike in his chair.

“We’ve not made any plans,” Sean answered over the top of the book he was reading as Sheila removed his wig. He never even looked up.

Viggo looked over at him. ‘We’ve’? God, they did sound like a couple. No wonder he’d had more than one person ask him about that today. He decided to test a theory.

“I was thinking I might drive down and take some pictures by the river. There was a lovely spot I saw when I was fishing there last time with Dom,” Viggo said after a moment.

Sean looked up from his book finally and looked hurt, like someone had just run over his dog. Orlando noticed and quickly looked back into his own mirror wishing he could melt through the chair. This was definitely between the two of them.

“Oh. Well I guess I’ll have the house to myself then. I’ve been wanting to tend the garden, guess that’s what I’ll do then,” Sean answered never taking his eyes from Viggo’s in the mirror.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Viggo answered mildly acting as if it didn’t bother him a bit—but it did. He didn’t want to really go down to the river; he’d only said it to get a reaction out of Sean. He wasn’t expecting the reaction he got, though part of him had hoped for it.

“Yes, it does,” Sean said evenly then settled back to reading his book looking glum.

Orlando’s eyes caught Viggo’s in the mirror and he shook his head. Viggo just closed his eyes and sighed. Orlando was right after all. Sean did care about him more than he’d admitted before.

Viggo began to wonder why Sean was doing this to them both. Then he thought about all those nights discussing the divorce. Suddenly he understood with absolute clarity what the problem was. Sean was scared of making another mistake with his love life. Rather than act on how he truly felt he was skirting around it. His solution was to spend as much time with Viggo as he could without really being with Viggo so his heart couldn’t get broken again. Even though he was disappointed he couldn’t blame Sean, he’d been through hell with both of his divorces. Sean had said the first divorce was no big deal, that it had ended amicably but the second and third, particularly the second was less than amicable. Plus there were children involved with those divorces, and Viggo knew from experience how painful that was, even though Exene was terribly easy to deal with he knew not all ex’s were like her.

Sean had been silent on the drive back to the house and when they arrived he complained he had a headache and went straight to his room. Viggo heard him shut his door and felt like screaming; instead he kicked a footstool halfway across the living room.

After his shower Viggo went to Sean’s door and knocked softly.

“Sean? You ok? I brought you some aspirin,” Viggo said softly. He was fishing but at least it was something.

Sean opened the door, “Thanks.”

“Did you, do you want to come with me to the river?” Viggo asked.

Sean smiled. “No. You go do your thing. I feel like getting my hands dirty in the garden.”

“Are you sure? I could stay…maybe help you in the garden instead?” Viggo offered, grasping for anything.

Sean sighed. “Viggo, don’t change your plans on my account, sorry I got so prickly. Go do your art, I’m the last person who’d want to stop you.” Now Sean felt guilty. How’d they get to this point anyway?

“Sean…hell I don’t really want to go to the river. Can I come in?” Viggo asked.

“Sure,” Sean said opening the door the rest of the way to let his friend into his room. He was confused now. Viggo didn’t want to go to the river?

“Look, I don’t really want to go to the river, I sort of made that up in the trailer. I wanted…wanted to see your reaction. Let’s say I was testing a theory, that proved right after all,” Viggo explained hoping Sean wasn’t going to take his head off.

“I’m afraid you lost me,” Sean answered looking truly baffled.

“This is going to sound like I’m searching for a scapegoat but it was Orlando who put the idea in my head in the first place at lunch today,” Viggo explained rapidly his hands waving wildly.

“Hang on…back up. What’s Orli got to do with this?” Sean asked more confused now than before.

Viggo took a deep breath as if winding up and then in what could only be called a high-speed ramble began speaking, “He asked about us living together and I told him we were just friends. Then he said that you looked at me like I hung the moon and then later Fran said something to me about the two of us being the perfect couple, and then later Billy said something, and then in the trailer you said ‘we’ve’ and I thought we do sound like a couple…so I decided to test a theory.” Viggo had said all of that without taking a single breath.

Sean stood gaping at him with a shocked expression on his face then ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. He’d probably only caught half a dozen words or less from all of that.

“What? You wanna run through that again? I’m sure you’re speaking English but I haven’t a bloody clue what you’re going on about. Could you start from the beginning and go a little slower this time?” Sean asked still shaking his head. He really was getting a headache now. He’d never heard Viggo ramble like that before.

Viggo looked like a scolded child for a moment then sighed heavily.

“Ok. I guess that didn’t make sense did it?”

”Not a bit, mate,” Sean said grinning.

“Well here goes…at lunch Orlando asked me about us living together. He thought it was…well he’s known how I feel about you for a while now, and he though we were LIVING together ya know. I told him no we are just friends. Explained everything. Then he said that you look at me as if I hung the moon, that he thought you felt more for me than friendship. I told him no,” Viggo explained slower.

Sean sat down on the edge of the bed. “Ok…so what was that about Fran and Billy?”

“Later after lunch I needed to go over some new lines with Fran and she said that you and I were the perfect couple and I had to explain to her that we weren’t a couple just friends sharing a house is all. Then Billy made the same assumption and I had to explain to him,” Viggo said taking a breath.

“Ok…you said something about the trailer I didn’t quite catch and a theory?” Sean asked digesting what Viggo had said so far.

“In the trailer when Orlando asked about our days off without missing a beat you just said “we’ve not made any plans” and I thought damn no wonder people think we are a couple! So I decided to press the issue…test a theory so to speak. I decided to say what I thought I might do instead to see what your reaction would be. So, pretty much—here we are,” Viggo explained.

Sean nodded his head for a few seconds then stood up.

“So what was the result of your tested theory?” Sean asked.

“I discovered that you lied to me,” Viggo said softly.

“Lied to you?” Sean asked taken aback, resting his hands on his hips.

“Yes…well maybe not lied. You just didn’t say anything at all,” Viggo explained turning and looking out the window. He needed to focus on something other than Sean. Even Viggo himself couldn’t even understand half of what he had said so far. He wasn’t saying any of this the right way.

“What is it that I lied about or didn’t say anything about?” Sean asked calmly.

“When I told you how I felt about you…you just shrugged it off as if it was no big deal,” Viggo said softly.

“Hang on a minute. You never told me how you felt about me. You said you imagined us taking a shower together,” Sean said exasperated.

“Well it was implied,” Viggo answered in a huff.

“Implied? Bloody hell!” Sean snapped throwing his arms in the air.

“Yes, implied! It was never just sex that I was thinking about. I…I though you understood that! I am in love with you and have been for weeks now…but,” Viggo explained turning to face Sean whose eyes seemed to soften from anger to something else, “I just figured out today that you love me too. The thing I realized though is that you are afraid. I got to thinking about the divorce and how hard that’s been on you. It dawned on me that falling in love again must scare the hell out of you.”

Sean stood there staring at him for a few moments. It was eerie the way Viggo could read him. Sean walked over to the nightstand and grabbed his keys.

“Where are you going?” Viggo asked worried.

“I’ll be back later,” Sean answered. “I need some time to think about some things.”

“Sean?” Viggo said following him to the door.

“Don’t fret, Viggo. I’ll come back. I just need to sort some things out. Besides everything that means anything to me in New Zealand is here in this house,” Sean said stepping out the door.

Viggo slid down the wall next to the door and rested his head in his hands. He’d royally fucked that up. Sean would come back later to get his things.

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