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• just another dreamer • ([personal profile] evocates) wrote2013-06-10 10:16 pm

[FIC] RPF: After Eclipse

1) Look I'm actually capitalising my titles! (For now anyway.)
2) I think I'm out of my funk. At least I hope I am. It's an irritating funk to be in.
3) My f-list has been so down lately, and I don't know what I can do. But I hope that this helps, because I like to think that it's pretty funny. 8D

After Eclipse

Characters/Pairings: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~5310
Disclaimer: Didn’t happen, just the product of my imagination.
Summary: Sean and Viggo meet for the first time after the Eclipse Stakes, a horse-racing event.
Warnings: Non-romantic sex.
Notes: A prelude to [livejournal.com profile] afra_schatz’s Sports of Kings AU about Sean and Viggo’s first meeting. You don’t need to know anything about that ‘verse except that Sean is a misanthropic horse trainer and Viggo is a vet. For my prompt in [livejournal.com profile] ruby_story_swap for ‘sporting event’.

Horses were always a matter of a gamble, Sean’s father had always told him. You might breed them, choose them carefully, train them with obsessive concentration, but horses had their own minds like cards did and there was always uncertainty and the strange element of ‘what if’. What trainers and breeders could do was to try to eliminate that uncertainty as much as possible, but sometimes it just wasn’t possible.

Whenever his father said that, Sean thought the old man was making excuses for the reasons why a horse didn’t win in a race, or why it scored an injury. The excuse worked well enough for explaining to owners why their horses didn’t win, but Sean couldn’t believe in it. Lady Boots won the Eclipse Stakes. Maybe he was young, but Sean believed that it was all those mornings, afternoons and nights he spent with her that led to her win. She was foaled at his father’s stables, and Sean looked long and hard for another stable that would allow him to apprentice there and to train his own horse. He brought her up and trained her from the time she was a foal stumbling on unsteady feet to now. He even named her, for Christ’s sake – after the white stockings that marked her from hoof to knee. (Sean freely admitted that he wasn’t entirely creative with names.) He was damned pleased with her, and he would argue to the end of his days with his old man that it wasn’t just luck.

Still, she was getting a little older at seven years old, and he wondered if he should enter her into the flats ever again. Even though the flats were more prestigious and paid better, Sean preferred the National Hunt – horses were capable of being trained for far more than simply running across flat ground for over a mile and not being scared by the trampling of other horses nearby. Maybe he should enter Lady Boots into the Tingle Creek chase; it was in Surrey, and there would be enough time for training before next year’s race. The problem laid in where he could. Sinclair’s stables were made for flats-training, because Sinclair himself specialises in flats. It was one of the reasons why Sean chose him, really. Then again, Sean could always go back up North to his father to use his jump training grounds, but that somehow seemed a little bit too much like defeat.

Sean looked down at his beer before he lifted the mug. The cardboard coaster was a little wet, but it would serve well enough for some emergency note-taking. He dug into his pockets and cursed under his breath when he realised he didn’t actually have a pen with him.

He was about to wave his arm and wrangle one from a waitress when a pen was thrust under his nose. Sean blinked, looking from the fingers (with dirt under the nails) down the arm and up to the face.

“I figured you need one,” the stranger said. He spoke with a flat, drawling accent that had Sean narrowing his eyes in suspicion immediately. But he took the pen nonetheless, twirling it around his fingers. It’s a common, cheap ball point, one of those things that clicked with every press against the surface. In other words, Sean’s favourite, and he entertained for a few moments the thought that the stranger was an American spy who spent weeks researching about Sean’s favourite kind of pen so he could offer him one right that moment. Then he shook it off and narrowed his eyes.

“Are you American,” he half-accused.

“Everyone keeps asking me that,” the stranger complained. “Do I have something on my face that declares that?”

Sean snorted. “It’s the way you speak,” he said, and turned back to the coaster. He drew a line in the middle, and wrote ‘pros’ on one side and ‘cons’ on the other. Whether it was pros and cons of keeping his mare in the flats or going back to his father, he wasn’t sure yet. He flicked the pen cap for a few moments, thinking.

“My name is Viggo, by the way.”

Oh, the American was still there. Sean blinked, looking up. “I didn’t ask for your name,” he said, perfectly reasonably. “What kind of name is Viggo anyway?”

“I know you didn’t ask, but I’m giving it. Anyway, it’s a Danish name,” the stranger – Viggo – said. He sat down on the chair opposite of Sean, just dropping down and leaning his elbows on the table as if he belonged there.

“The seat is taken,” Sean said.

“No, it’s not,” Viggo countered. He grinned, an expression that took over the whole of his face and made him look ridiculous. “Anyway,” he was saying. “Are you here for the races?”

Sean blinked again. “Yeah,” he said, and looked down at the coaster. Hopefully the man would take a fucking hint the second time he was ignored.

“Me too,” Viggo said. No such luck then. Sean knew he should ignore him and hope he would get it into his thick skull to fuck off, but the next words came far too easily.

“What does an American know about horse racing?”

“We have more land than you do, you know,” Viggo pointed out reasonably, still grinning. “Plenty of space for horses to run, jump, and such things. I grew up with horses, actually.”

That was too much information Sean didn’t particular care about, so he only snorted. He looked at the coaster again and scribbled chases are better in the pros column. So the question was actually about whether to change Lady to the chases rather than the flats, he thought. His pen was poised to cancel the line he just wrote before Viggo spoke again.

“What are you doing at the races anyway?”

“That should be my question,” Sean said without looking up. “Isn’t the Atlantic a little too big to cross for you to come to just watch one race?”

“Maybe,” Viggo said, and his finger poked at the edge of Sean’s coaster. Sean prodded him with the pen, smearing blue all over the nail, but Viggo only laughed. “It’ll be worth it even if I did that. I won a pretty penny.”

Now that made Sean look up. He blinked, tilting his head to the side. “Who did you bet on?”

“The newcomer,” Viggo said, and he leaned forward, hands folding underneath his chin. “The pretty filly with the white stockings. She has such an unimaginative name that I didn’t bother remembering it.”

“Lady Boots,” Sean corrected automatically. He stopped fiddling with the pen, setting it down with a loud, plastic click on the table. “It’s a good name. I gave it to her myself.”

Viggo’s eyebrows flew up, making him look even more comical for a moment. “You’re the owner?”

“I’m her trainer,” Sean said, and paused for a moment before he shrugged. “And her owner, but that don’t matter. It’s more important that I’m her trainer.”

All owners did was to pay the money and have their names associated with the horse. Most owners didn’t even have any knowledge about horses aside from thoroughbred or not, and more often than not they weren’t willing to learn, only wanting to know if their horses would win a big race. It was the trainers who chose the race and readied the horses for it, and no one really cared about the owners because they only cared about the money. Sean shook his head, ducking his head down and drawing a cigarette from his pack. He lit it, and looked at Viggo through the smoke.

“You don’t know much about racing, do you,” he stated.

Viggo laughed, once more refusing to take offence. Sean wondered if he was going to have to insult the man’s mother to get him to leave him alone.

“I don’t know that much about the schematics of it,” Viggo said casually. “I liked the way that horses look when they race, although the bridle and saddle and all of that kind of get in the way.”

“No one will ever allow a race without saddle and bridle,” Sean said archly. “If you want that, go watch a movie.”

There was a long moment of silence. Sean was aware of Viggo’s eyes on him, but he was far more interested in going back to his coaster. He circled the line, thought for another few seconds, and struck the whole thing off.

His father had always preferred the steeplechases, and after a few years running for the flats, Sean realised that he was the same. He might have gone all the way down South to apprentice for at a stable specialising in the opposite of what his old man usually did, but it seemed that his tastes were still affected by his father. In any case, it shouldn’t be about whether he liked chases or flats better, but which suited the horse. Lady Boots had training in jumps during the days Sean was training her in his father’s stables, and he knew she was at the age where he should switch her over. But somehow running Lady in the chases seemed like defeat; yet if he continued in the flats when he didn’t particularly like it and with a horse that was not particularly suited to it, weren’t his actions still being controlled by his old man?

Damnit, his mind was running in circles, and Sean growled at himself. He threw the pen onto the table, looking up. At that moment, he caught Viggo’s eyes, bright blue under the dim lights of the pub.

“What?” he found himself saying half-defensively. Viggo looked strange, almost alien, without his smile.

“You haven’t given me your name,” the other man said. “Sure, I can find out if I dig for my race program, but I don’t want to bother.”

If he gave Viggo his name, he probably wouldn’t be left alone; but if he didn’t, he had a good idea that Viggo wouldn’t leave until he did. Sean sighed, running a hand through his own hair.

“Sean,” he said.

Viggo smiled again, and he tipped his head to the side. “Sean,” he said, and his lips and tongue seemed to stroke that single syllable and made it entirely too obscene. Sean opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Viggo was leaning forward, practically draping himself across the table.

“There are bareback races, you know,” he said conversationally. “It’s in Italy, and it’s been going on for hundreds of years.” Sean opened his mouth, but before he could even say a word, Viggo steamrolled over him.

“I’ve never won anything before, and I know it’s because of you that I won this time. You and your filly,” and Sean felt the pen fall from his hand from the sudden, soft, and deep dip of Viggo’s voice. “So I really hope that you’re not going to punch me for this.” He reached out, and his fingers tapped very, very lightly against the top of Sean’s knuckles.

“You, me, sex,” Viggo said. His grin widened, and he slid backwards, snake-sinuous, back into his chair. “Just for tonight. To celebrate.”

Somehow, Sean expected something else. Something more daring, more open; something that would prove all of the assumptions about American depravity to be true. That would be far easier to reject, Sean thought; far easier than this, something like a logical proposition more than anything else. There was no overt praise, no gushing about the colour of his eyes or anything stupid like that. Which was a good thing, because he wouldn’t be able to return anything in the same vein – he liked horses more than he liked people. Still, he had to admit that there were certain things that horses couldn’t give him, and which people could. Just a matter of biology, really.

He took another drag of his cigarette, his eyes raking Viggo from top to bottom. There was a certain attractiveness to the man, something in his high cheekbones and the strange colour of his eyes, something in the callused tips of his fingers that didn’t make Sean instinctively and immediately reject him. There was this too: that throughout Sean’s inspection, Viggo didn’t flinch. He didn’t even move.

Sometimes a twitchy foal portended good things – sensitivity, perhaps. But Sean had never really like horses whose eyes flicked from one end of the stables to another, as if they were waiting for the right moment to bolt. Sean looked at Viggo again, wondering wryly if there was something wrong for him to judge a man by criterions he used for horses. Maybe he was wrong about this man, but there were still remnants of adrenaline from watching Lady Boots win, and Sean figured that if he was to become the owner of his own stables at some point, he would need to be able to take a judgment of a person with some accuracy.

Stubbing his cigarette on the ashtray by his elbow, he smiled.

“Alright,” he said. “Do you have a room?”

***

Viggo did have a room, and it had a sturdy door. Sean pressed him against it the moment it shut, and their fingers groped for the deadbolt together, turning in. His breath ghosted across Viggo’s lips and their eyes met, and Sean’s lips curled upwards, a sharp smirk.

“Has all of that courage of yours fled already?” he asked.

“No,” Viggo said, and he laughed again. “I’m just wondering if you’ll freak out if I kiss you. I like kissing, but there are plenty of men—”

The bad thing about Viggo, Sean thought as he crashed their lips together, was that he talked far too much. Horses were rarely noisy, and even when they were, Sean could always pretend he didn’t understand them. Humans always looked so offended when they were ignored, especially when Sean had already shown that he could speak English. He would have continued on that train of thought, but Viggo distracted him, pulling away and pushing him backwards. Sean stumbled, craning his neck, and almost missed Viggo starting to talk again in his attempt to not fall ass-backwards onto the bed.

“It’s like having lightning underneath your skin, sometimes,” Viggo was saying. “Excitement, I mean; that one moment when you’re waiting, anticipating, something that is almost there and you don’t know if it’s going to be. You don’t know if it will be satisfaction or disappointment.”

His lips brushed against Sean’s neck, and in that one moment, Sean realised that Viggo wasn’t talking to him. He wasn’t talking to anyone else at all, but just speaking, a constant stream of words that had no real meaning or significance. Like a trainer trying to calm down a nervous foal, Sean thought, and he growled immediately, grabbing Viggo by the shirt. He spun on his heel, and threw him down onto the bed, crawling over him.

“Do you ever shut up?”

“No,” Viggo said. He grinned at Sean beneath heavy eyelids, his hands going down to his own shirt, starting to unbutton them. “I’m a good multitasker, you see, and every time I’m not doing at least two things at once, my brain drifts off, and I get distracted.” Sean looked at him and bent his knees, folding himself back until he was straddling Viggo’s hips. His eyes didn’t leave the other man’s as he viciously thumbed his jeans open.

“Why don’t you find something else to do with that mouth,” he snarled, and really, it wasn’t the best pickup line he could think of, especially since he was only half-hard.

But Viggo didn’t seem to care. He only laughed again, pushing himself up with a grace that made Sean think of horses again. His hands pushed Sean’s away, and Sean dropped onto the bed, spreading his legs with his shirt still on, but thank you God, Viggo was finally shutting up. There was heat surrounding his cock, and Sean threw his head back, a groan tearing itself out of his chest, his throat. He was at full mast immediately, and Sean squeezed his eyes shut, rocking his hips slowly forward, driving himself into that hot, wet mouth.

Then he felt Viggo’s hands on his shirt, unbuttoning it from bottom up.

Multitasker, right, he thought, and almost snorted as he helped, tugging the buttons out of their holes from collar downwards. Their hands met in the middle, and Viggo was pulling them down, forcing them to curl around his neck.

“Stop,” Sean breathed. He turned his hand, tugged heavily on the ends of Viggo’s too-long hair. “C’mon, stop for a moment.”

Viggo looked up and hummed questioningly around his cock, but Sean only narrowed his eyes, baring his teeth. He jerked his hips upwards, almost choking the other man before he sat up. “Stop and up. Get up here.”

Slowly, Viggo pulled off, eyes flickering upwards before he licked the head of Sean’s cock, causing a shock of pleasure to travel down his spine and twine around his nerves. Sean shivered, but he nudged at Viggo’s shoulders. “Turn around,” he said, and was almost surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded. He shook his head hard, once, trying to get his hair out of his eyes.

“Give me your cock.”

There was a single heartbeat’s worth of silence before Viggo was laughing again. “You’re fucking charming,” he said, and his accent gave fucking a certain inflection that made Sean shove at him again. But Viggo seemed to understand well enough, and he shifted, turning around until Sean could reach his hips, his arse, and his teeth caught the buttons of Viggo’s jeans as he tried his best to not rip them off.

“I’m focused,” he answered tartly. “And I’d like you to shut the fuck up while getting on with this.”

“You make it sound like a chore,” Viggo said, and Sean could feel the vibrations of his words against his thighs. He fell back onto the bed, nails scraping against the skin of Viggo’s hips as he pulled them off. No underwear, he noted, and he wondered why he wasn’t more surprised.

“I don’t like small talk,” Sean said, and to prevent Viggo from giving a comeback, he relaxed his throat and took the other man’s half-hard cock into his mouth.

Viggo made a strangled sound, a twisting and living thing from the back of his throat. His back arching as his hips spasmed, but Sean had a tight grip on him and held him still. He rocked upwards again, impatiently, and felt the whisper of Viggo’s chuckle against the skin of his cock before Viggo’s lips closed around the head of his cock and started to move down. Sean closed his eyes, and it was easy to slip into the usual unthinking trance of sex, of sensations that came upon him like waves of pleasure that broke against the shore, over and over, drawing him closer and closer to drowning.

His nails dug into Viggo’s thighs, sinking into the skin, and Viggo jerked his head, his cock sliding further down Sean’s throat. But Sean was used to this and he only swallowed, feeling Viggo’s groan beat against the skin of his own cock. It was good like this, the silence broken only by the sounds of sex, a peace that was pleasurable in a completely different from yet something evocative of that he found in the stables, stroking his fingers through the horses’ manes as he calmed them during a storm.

Viggo was making urgent little noises, muffled and trembling, the insides of his cheeks pressing against Sean’s cock. Sean moaned, pressed his nose even further into the thick, wiry hair at the base, and his hands urged Viggo forward, let him jerk and rock his hips. Nails scraped down Sean’s hip. When Viggo came, there was a rush of salt Sean could barely taste as it slipped down his throat, and Sean closed his eyes. He pulled off, let Viggo slip from his mouth, before he laid his mouth against strong thighs, breathing hard before he threw his hips up, shoving his cock as deep as Viggo would let him, and came.

No sparks, no fireworks, but Sean preferred it that way. It was as if he was a rubber band over-stretched, knotted at both ends, and someone had released the ties, snapping him back to his original length and drawing all of the tension out of his body. He slumped back onto the sheets, breathing out through his teeth as he closed his eyes.

Plenty of people told him that he had a bad habit of falling asleep right after sex, and Sean always snorted and told them he was only dozing. That was what he was doing now, letting his eyes close and just breathing, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat. Viggo was quiet, and though his fingers were making some ridiculous shapes on his thigh and his lips were scraping the skin of his calf, Sean was too relaxed to care at the moment. Besides, he could ignore both easily, given how light the touches were from beneath the cotton of his slacks.

Then there was a knock on the door. Sean blinked his eyes open, and he punched Viggo lightly on the hip to get him off.

“Doctor Mortensen?” the voice came through the door. Sean blinked as Viggo practically flew off of the bed, and he muffled his laughter behind a hand as he watched the other man trip, legs tangling in his jeans – neither of them actually got any article of clothing actually off. Sean sat up, wiping his mouth as he started to pull up his underwear, tucking his limp cock back into his slacks.

Doctor, huh. Sean wondered if Viggo was rooming with a friend or something – he didn’t look anything like a doctor. Or even a vet, for the matter. He took one glance at Viggo before he shook his head.

“You might want to wipe your mouth before answering the door,” he said quietly, and almost grinned.

Viggo shot him a look before he licked his lips instead, leaving them spit-slicked and looking even more obscene than before. Sean snorted, shifting onto the bed and slumping back down. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Viggo had a conversation with the woman through the half-opened door for a couple of seconds.

“I got a call and I have to pick it up downstairs,” Viggo said once the door was closed. “Sounds like an emergency.”

“You’re actually a doctor?” Sean raised his eyebrow.

“No,” Viggo said, grinning. Red and swollen lips didn’t make the expression look any better. “I’m a vet, specialising in horses.” His grin widened, most likely because Sean was staring at him wide-eyed.

Sean opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “You should probably zip up your fly before you go,” he finally managed to say.

“I was going to give my landlords a free show, really, because they’ve been so nice to me,” Viggo laughed again. “But hey, stay here, alright? I’ll just be a few minutes.”

He bounded out of the door before Sean could tell him to fuck off, far too energetic for a man who had literally just come a few minutes ago. Sean looked at the half-closed door for a few seconds before he sighed, getting up and closing it. Distractedly, he buttoned up his shirt before meandering into the bathroom.

Viggo’s toothbrush was buried in foam in his mouth when he heard the door open and close again. Sean stepped out of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and watching as Viggo stared at the bed as if he was trying to make Sean appear on it.

“I’m here,” he said, and the words were so muffled by the toothbrush it sounded more like mmhrrrr.

But Viggo’s eyes snapped towards him nonetheless. He grinned, and shrugged. “I’ve got to go. Some idiot owner took their horse out in the rain in the morning and now she’s shivering in the middle of the night. They’re afraid she’s sick, so I’m being called in.” He sighed dramatically.

That sounded incredibly familiar, almost disturbingly so. Sean strode back to the sink, spitting out toothpaste before raising his voice. “Which stables is that?”

“Hedley Park,” Viggo answered. He stepped into the bathroom, catching Sean’s eyes in the mirror. “Why?”

Sean swore under his breath, wiping his mouth. “Because that’s the stables I work at and more than likely one of the horses under my charge,” he said. “He took the horse out in the morning and refused to let her go back in when the boy went to call him, and when it started storming he was still fucking riding. Christ, I’m going to kill the bastard.”

Viggo was staring at him. “You are Harry Sinclair’s new kid?”

“What?”

“The people at the Animal Clinic talk. They seem to think gossiping is a bonding activity,” Viggo shrugged. He nudged Sean out of the way before ducking his head underneath this sink to gargle water. “Anyway, you’ll be going back then?”

“Of course I am,” Sean growled. He stomped back into the main room.

“Then you can give me a ride.”

“What?” Sean whirled around.

“I don’t have a car and I’m not going to reach them quick enough if I call a cab,” Viggo said, reasonably. “We can get both of our asses to the stables if you drive.”

Sean stared at him for a long moment, trying to figure out what Viggo was trying to do. He was inherently, instinctively suspicious of people, and he thought that maybe Viggo was going back on his word, that this wasn’t ‘just sex’ and he was being clingy. But he looked into grey-blue eyes and realised that all of Viggo’s playfulness had drained out of him, and he was meeting Sean’s gaze with his head tipped back.

“Are you going to just stand there and waste time?” Viggo asked, arching an eyebrow.

Common wisdom said that you were supposed to like someone better when you were fucking them. But common wisdom could go screw itself, because Sean liked Viggo much better like this, with barely concealed concern and no little anger hidden underneath his skin. His cheekbones stood out right now, as if they had become symbols of Viggo’s emotions trying to break free. Sean barked a laugh, and he made sure he grabbed his wallet and car keys before looking at Viggo.

“The hell are you waiting for? Get your arse moving.”

***

Some years later

“The problem is that human beings make things too complicated,” Viggo heard himself saying. He sank back against Sean’s couch and took another long swig of the wine bottle hanging from his hand. “Like, for example, you need one veterinarian degree for theoretically almost all animals, and you need a whole ‘medical’ degree for the ‘human animal’. Self-centered, selfish, complicated, and they make everything they touch the same.”

He glanced over to look at Sean’s reaction to his tirade. His friend had always been far more misanthropic than himself, and maybe that was why Viggo had stumbled into his new place – his new stables, he corrected himself automatically – instead of anywhere else.

Sean disappointed him. He only made a small, agreeing noise and turned his attention back to the television, still sipping at the same glass of wine he poured at the beginning of the night. Viggo had long abandoned his glass.

“Pay attention to me,” Viggo demanded, nudging Sean’s thigh with a bare foot.

“I am,” Sean said, green eyes glancing over to Viggo. He raised an eyebrow, “I thought you like it that people are complicated.”

Viggo snorted. He wondered why he even bothered coming over if Sean was going to just say things Viggo was perfectly capable of thinking himself. Taking another swig of the wine, he realised why – he always hated getting drunk alone because he always got horny when drunk. Usually that wasn’t a problem, because he had his wife with him at home – but then, he didn’t have a wife anymore, did he? Not for long anyway.

He shook his head hard to dislodge those depressing thoughts. That was yet another reason why he left the house. Viggo shifted on the couch, raising his feet onto the leather. He nudged Sean again.

“Hey,” Viggo said. To his disappointment, his voice wasn’t slurring yet. “Do you remember the first time we met?”

“If I’d known you to be a maudlin drunk, I’d have tried even harder to ignore you,” Sean drawled. He looked at Viggo for a long moment before he grabbed the packet of cigarettes lying on the table, drawing one stick out and lighting it.

Maybe it was the wine. Viggo tipped his head to the side, his gaze fixed upon the way Sean’s lips curled around the filter, the way his cheeks hollowed as he took a deep drag. He watched how the smoke curled out of Sean’s mouth and nostrils, wreathing him in mist for a long moment. For the whole of their friendship, Viggo had always known, in the abstract kind of way, that Sean was a hell of an attractive man (bloke, as the slang of England would say). Usually it didn’t matter, like the fact that a filly was absolutely beautiful mattered very little when he was trying to deal with her sprain, but right now, the alcohol made him horny enough to notice it again. Notice and stick in his mind, like a nagging, worming thought.

The bottle went back to the table with a hard thunk. Viggo reached out, his finger brushing the very edge of Sean’s lip before he was batted away irritably.

“What are you doing?” Sean asked, arching an eyebrow. He didn’t look particularly surprised.

“We met because of sex and horses,” Viggo mused aloud, only half-answering. “It’s a shame, isn’t it, that only horses remained.”

Sean snorted. His reins-calluses were rough on Viggo’s chin as he dragged him forward. His eyes were very green this close, and they were far too sober and amused.

“You’re drunk and I am not your rebound guy,” Sean said, and there was an odd gentleness to his voice. “We’re better as friends. You know that.”

Viggo’s hand curled around Sean’s wrist, and Sean let go, moving back until he was leaning against the arm of the couch. They watched each other for a long moment before Viggo made a sound, something almost like a laugh.

“We are, aren’t we,” he said, and he chuckled, this time with some real mirth in it. “You’re a good friend, Sean.”

“Only you’d think that,” Sean snorted. He turned back to the television, his eyes fixed once more on the screen.

Maybe he came here not because he didn’t want to be alone – any bar would’ve served if that was the case. Maybe he chose to go to Sean because this was the one man who could see through him, who knew him well enough to not take any of his bullshit.

Viggo leaned back against the couch again, stretching out his feet and placing them on the coffee table. Sean didn’t even protest, so Viggo made himself comfortable, grabbing the bottle of wine again. This time he only wrapped his lips around the top, tasting bitter sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

Like this, it was comfortable, and Viggo knew it wouldn’t be possible if they actually had sex tonight. There were the reruns of the latest chases on the television screen and there was Sean, and Viggo thought that it was enough. More than enough.

Maybe he came here because there was something this simple, this easy, and Viggo might love the complexity of people, but he still needed this.

End

[identity profile] rubyelf.livejournal.com 2013-06-10 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Woo! A story!

And the interaction between them, as usual, is great... there's an inherent sort of practicality to it even when there's sex or emotions involved.

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
Weaving in the practicality amongst the emotions and the sex scene is the best part of writing this, I think. So thank you! ♥!

[identity profile] noalinnea.livejournal.com 2013-06-10 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I actually managed to read it! :) Yay! You know that I'm no big fan of AUs but I liked their interaction. Sean's reluctance to talk to him and Viggo's straightforward proposal. The second part, years later, gives this an interesing angle, there actually was only that one night they spend together but something else developed between them, a firm friendship as it seems, something to rely on in stormy times. I like the note this ends on, so very comforting. See, no readonbfor not posting this!

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
No reason at all. >_> I am rather silly, aren't I? /hugs tight. Thank you lovely - yes, I really want to show how the friendship developed from their first meeting, and I fussed over the second part a ridiculous amount, so I'm really glad it works for you! ♥

[identity profile] j-flattermann.livejournal.com 2013-06-10 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I couldn't help it but through out I was chuckling all the time - thinking 'this is a Orli/Bean story and she turns it into a VigBean.'
BRILLIANT!
I love it.
I know the original story and it was a fascinating read that's why this had me immediately intrigued and I am not disappointed.

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
YES I DID AHAHAHAH <3! I asked Caro for the permission to do it first because of the prompt and I'm really glad this worked for you, especially since you liked the original. Thank you so much, lovely! ♥

[identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com 2013-06-10 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
God, I LOVE YOU SO HARD I HAVE TO YELL AT YOU IN COMMENTS!!!

I just came back from the yard (my yard, not Greystone, though I do love our horses it is a bit disappointing, in comparison, that Bean is nowhere in sight) and, you know, the usual stuff (like, I STINK and am HUNGRY) but I just had to yell my love at you for writing this. I absolutely adore everything in it, your Bean voice is spot on and I love, love what you did with Viggo here.

More love later, when I'm fed and less stinky :).

<3!!!!!!1

[identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com 2013-06-11 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)

Horses were always a matter of a gamble, Sean’s father had always told him.

I love this opening and I think I already said that one of the reasons is the parallel to Orlando’s way of quoting his own dad in his thoughts all the time – only to then disagree with him. I like this here in particular because it shows how serious Sean is about this. It’s not a game to him, and it’s at the same time what and who he IS, just like a horse (as a living, lovable being) can’t be compared to a lifeless thing like a card.)

Sean looked long and hard for another stable that would allow him to apprentice there and to train his own horse.

I love this, too. How determined and rational he is about this, and how this is exactly his way of being passionate. It should be a paradox and I don’t think everyone gets it, but that’s just being a horseman for Sean, isn’t it? To him, with horses, there IS no difference between taking responsibility and loving unconditionally, between cold calculation and affection.

I also love how these opening paragraphs are almost exclusively about horses. Sure, Sean’s Dad is in them as well, and Sean, because he is the one making the decisions and everything. But Sean’s world, he himself, they are defined by horses, and without them, there is no life worth mentioning, you know?

Then again, Sean could always go back up North to his father to use his jump training grounds, but that somehow seemed a little bit too much like defeat.

I love how clear-headed and no-punches-pulled he is even towards himself. He has to be, when he’s training horses, otherwise he would be a great horse-lover but a fucking awful trainer; but it fits him that he thinks about himself and his life in the same way. I think that is a bit of a difference to SoK’s Sean. SoK’s Sean is still as careful, even more so, and thinks everything through five, six times. But he’s way more set in his ways, and he is successful enough that no one ever really dares (or bothers) to question him anymore, so to me, it feels like he stopped doing that as well. Not where it counts (if you ask him ;)), when it comes to the horses; but when it comes to his personal life.

In other words, Sean’s favourite, and he entertained for a few moments the thought that the stranger was an American spy who spent weeks researching about Sean’s favourite kind of pen so he could offer him one right that moment. Then he shook it off and narrowed his eyes.

I like this a lot and I don’t even know why exactly :D. I think it’s because it’s such a silly thought, such a humorous, ironic commentary on his dreams of grandeur, and I like that he can make fun of himself, even if he doesn’t let other people see it. (Again, I think it’s rather different from SoK Sean in most aspects of his life; SoK Sean is that sort of dry-humoured when Viggo is around, and I think there is a different kind of humour (one that is a little less cynical, I think) in his easy conversations with Orlando as well. – But then, here it’s ONLY in his head; so I suppose one could say that SoK Sean has actually opened up a little bit :)).

“Everyone keeps asking me that,” the stranger complained. “Do I have something on my face that declares that?”

I love how randomly dramatic Viggo is about completely unimportant shit. Especially since it has to annoy the fuck out of Sean :D.

Sean knew he should ignore him and hope he would get it into his thick skull to fuck off, but the next words came far too easily.

I love this, for one thing because the crassness of Sean’s language reflects that he really is kinda annoyed at this point, and in the same moment he can’t help but respond (and want to respond, too).

That was too much information Sean didn’t particular care about, so he only snorted. He looked at the coaster again and scribbled chases are better in the pros column. So the question was actually about whether to change Lady to the chases rather than the flats, he thought.

Hahahaha, I love this. How he ACTUALLY blocks out everything, including Viggo, so very effortlessly and just goes back to his initial train of thought without ANY difficulty at all.

[identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com 2013-06-11 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
“I’m her trainer,” Sean said, and paused for a moment before he shrugged. “And her owner, but that don’t matter. It’s more important that I’m her trainer.”

I think I said before how much I love this line. And I still do.

“You don’t know much about racing, do you,” he stated.

Viggo laughed, once more refusing to take offence.


You know, I think I shall have to force you to write me (and let’s be honest, it’s all about MEEEE again :D) more Viggo pov in this universe. Because man, he IS a clever bastard, instantly knowing that Sean’s biggest ‘weakness’ (or his soft spot, if you will) is that he is a bit full of himself – oh, so VERY much like SoK Orlando. And how easily Viggo plays stupid, keeps laughing and is just generally impossible to be disliked. Sean is completely defenseless against this, isn’t he? And seriously, I would LOVE to read more from this Viggo and his friendship with Sean, but also from Viggo and his life as a vet, in the clinic and who else he is friends with… it’s a bit inconvenient that I can’t bait you into writing this with Vigbean, but hey, Viggo can have ANYONE ELSE, right :). (see, this happens when you write fic like that, I get greedy as fuck).

Viggo looked strange, almost alien, without his smile.

Oh, I LOVE this line. YOU HAVE TO WRITE MORE ABOUT VIGGOOOOO!

If he gave Viggo his name, he probably wouldn’t be left alone; but if he didn’t, he had a good idea that Viggo wouldn’t leave until he did. Sean sighed, running a hand through his own hair.

Another example why Sean gets on better with horses than with humans. He doesn’t trust them – humans, not horses – so his mind is working overtime all the time. With horses he is also very able of doing the necessary calculations, but all of that is based on a very solid gut feeling, on a very firm trust in them and their abilities and his own abilities to understand them. There is practically nothing of that in his interaction with Viggo (and let’s face it, there IS no human being nicer and more likable than Viggo and how he is (or at least appears to be) here)).

“You, me, sex,” Viggo said. His grin widened, and he slid backwards, snake-sinuous, back into his chair. “Just for tonight. To celebrate.”

I love this because it’s not only extremely effective – Sean reflects on that himself instantly after this – but also because it’s the same practicality and easy straightforwardness that will be the basis for their friendship.

Maybe he was wrong about this man, but there were still remnants of adrenaline from watching Lady Boots win, and Sean figured that if he was to become the owner of his own stables at some point, he would need to be able to take a judgment of a person with some accuracy.

OMG, I am LAUGHING so hard at this. Sean starts checking Viggo out and even though Vig is obviously attractive, and Sean notices it, too, his mind instantly goes back to thinking about horses. It does make a lot of sense as well because Viggo IS attractive and yes, Sean WANTS to have sex with him. Decision made, so why waste another thought on it? Better use that brainpower to ponder about Lady Boot’s future. Ahahaha, Sean.

Humans always looked so offended when they were ignored, especially when Sean had already shown that he could speak English. He would have continued on that train of thought, but Viggo distracted him, pulling away and pushing him backwards. Sean stumbled,

I love how Sean even threatens to get distracted DURING sex and how Viggo has a very easy remedy. And I am laughing my ARSE off that SEAN thinks Viggo talks too much when he is going on and on and ON in his own head himself.

[identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com 2013-06-11 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He only laughed again, pushing himself up with a grace that made Sean think of horses again.

Love that.

Sean only narrowed his eyes, baring his teeth. He jerked his hips upwards, almost choking the other man before he sat up. “Stop and up. Get up here.”

Guh, that is SO FUCKING HOT.

“You’re fucking charming,”

I love this line. And Viggo. (Have I mentioned that you need to write MORE of him :))

“I don’t like small talk,”

I love that he says it. Because it lends proof to his own belief that HE isn’t complicated. He isn’t, not really. – SoK Sean, I think, has stopped saying these things out loud, mostly. He expects people to know them or otherwise SHOWS them in a pretty uncouth way where things are at. It’s what makes Viggo shake his head at him and makes Orlando throw things like pitchforks in his general direction ;).

and it was easy to slip into the usual unthinking trance of sex,

Love this line.

a peace that was pleasurable in a completely different from yet something evocative of that he found in the stables,

Love this one as well. Especially since it shows (and I LOVE it when Sean is like that) that he can be very eloquent, he just normally can’t be arsed. And again, he isn’t complicated, not in his own mind.

Nails scraped down Sean’s hip. When Viggo came, there was a rush of salt Sean could barely taste as it slipped down his throat, and Sean closed his eyes.

God, so hot.

It was as if he was a rubber band over-stretched, knotted at both ends, and someone had released the ties, snapping him back to his original length

Still one of my favourite lines in this story.

Sean was too relaxed to care at the moment.

I think I said it before. I love that he would normally find that annoying.

he punched Viggo lightly on the hip to get him off.

Sean, your bedside manner is awesome.

Sean wondered if Viggo was rooming with a friend or something – he didn’t look anything like a doctor. Or even a vet, for the matter. He took one glance at Viggo before he shook his head.

I love this. Because Sean judges quickly – he has to in his profession, and with his complete lack of faith in humanity – but at the same time with humans it hardly ever matters to him, so he loses interest after a thought or two. Which makes him, I think, the most tolerant in a I-just-don’t-give-a-fuck, completely judgmental bloke in the kingdom.

But he looked into grey-blue eyes and realised that all of Viggo’s playfulness had drained out of him, and he was meeting Sean’s gaze with his head tipped back.

I love this, particularly the usage of ‘drained’ here for two reasons: The visual image of that playfulness, like everything about Viggo, is something fluid, non-solid. And how it’s (almost) something Sean regrets – that word suggests it – that it’s gone.

I think what I liked so much about your take on Sean in the first half of this, is that his misanthropy didn't stem from some tragic incident but was just the result of being exceedingly practical about everything. I really found it interesting how very close young Sean is to Orlando in terms of thinking - Orlando might be even more abitious and being a jockey, I think he really enjoys the spotlight. But everything the older, SoK Sean sort of dislikes about Orlando at first (his arrogance, his straightforwardness, his bluntness) is something so very there in young!Sean as well.


[identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com 2013-06-11 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He glanced over to look at Sean’s reaction to his tirade.

I like this. To me it reads as if Viggo isn’t completely devastated about his divorce (good for him), because he isn’t completely lost in his own self-pity. Yes, he is feeling sorry for himself, but he is also checking whether Sean, too, is feeling appropriately sorry (and granted, with a friend like Sean, you do yourself a favour if you make sure he is even listening to you ;)). That line hints that at least partly Viggo’s tirade is also a dramatic play, and he wants Sean to play along.

He wondered why he even bothered coming over if Sean was going to just say things Viggo was perfectly capable of thinking himself.

I love that line because it’s hilarious and also because it sounds SO much like something Sean would say (only Sean would actually SAY it and not just think it :)),

“If I’d known you to be a maudlin drunk, I’d have tried even harder to ignore you,” Sean drawled. He looked at Viggo for a long moment before he grabbed the packet of cigarettes lying on the table, drawing one stick out and lighting it.

I love how he uses both eloquence and smoking as a sort-of deflection here. It’s not the sex he is uncomfortable to speak about, it’s what’s dawning here and what he knows he’ll have to deal with in a minute.

Usually it didn’t matter, like the fact that a filly was absolutely beautiful mattered very little when he was trying to deal with her sprain,

I am laughing my arse off here. Sean is being compared to a baby girl horse with a limp. Ahahaha, Viggo, you romantic sod (I LOVE how you changed this from the original version btw.)

He didn’t look particularly surprised.

Love that.

“You’re drunk and I am not your rebound guy,” Sean said, and there was an odd gentleness to his voice. “We’re better as friends. You know that.”

I have been thinking about this and particularly the second half of his response. I doubt SoK Sean would ever say that because I think he thinks it completely unnecessary. But Sean here notices that Viggo NEEDS him to say it (and to phrase it like this, too – affirmative and positive by using ‘better’ and ‘friends, instead of something like ‘we don’t work as lovers’), and naaw, that is really rather adorable that he picks up on that and promptly delivers.

(And since this is the backstory to that one line in SoK about Exene in the New Year’s conversation, I can’t help but compare these two conversations, and AGAIN, I want to bug you to write Viggo’s pov, SoK timed. Or, you know, I’ll just bug you for your thoughts on the SoK bits I sent you, whatever you prefer :D).

“Only you’d think that,” Sean snorted. He turned back to the television, his eyes fixed once more on the screen..

I think I already said how much I LOVE how open to interpretation this is. And I love the going-back-to-the-really-important-thing-in-life: horses ;)

Viggo might love the complexity of people, but he still needed this.

I love this. After what we’ve said about friendship in that Eric/Viggo conversation, I particularly do. Because Viggo BELIEVES Sean to be uncomplicated, just like Sean himself does. No matter what the rest of the world might or might not think.

Also, can I close with the question whether you are already writing on a Viggo sequel :)?

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
CARO I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU WHAT IS THIS FOUR COMMENTS WORTH OF FEEDBACK I AM FLAILING ALL OVER THE PLACE. I left you the best for the last because I still cannot deal with this. See: flailing all over the place.

To him, with horses, there IS no difference between taking responsibility and loving unconditionally, between cold calculation and affection.

I think for Sean, this is limited to only horses. And maybe dogs, but that's a huge maybe. Because with horses you are responsible wholly for them, and his training of his horses is part of his livelihood - so it's a symbiotic relationship, really, and I think Sean is aware of that. And it's a simple relationship, since horses can't talk. With people, it's nowhere as simple. Or can be that simple.

But Sean’s world, he himself, they are defined by horses, and without them, there is no life worth mentioning, you know?

Yesssssss. Honestly, I think this is a pattern in the ways I write Sean, no matter which Sean - it's just that he always has a somewhat obsessive/addictive personality, and that's pretty much centered on horses here. Which is, hilariously, healthier than 70% of everything else I've written about him.

The differences you're pointing out between this Sean and the older one in SoK is fascinating to me. Because I haven't read the whole of that fic in its entirety, and when I wrote this I was walking along almost blind - massively myopic without my glasses, in short - and I'm just wondering how much the way I write him is influenced by what you wrote and how much is by me listening to you talking about him.

the same practicality and easy straightforwardness that will be the basis for their friendship.

You know, with what you said about Sean overthinking when it comes to humans, I think this is precisely why they get on so well. Because Sean is very horse-like in this 'verse, what with his gut-feeling and all, and Viggo can read him as well as he can read any of the animals in his care. And so he knows to be straightforward with Sean. Which, I think, in a society that's based on politeness, is pretty damned rare. 8D

OMG, I am LAUGHING so hard at this.

I make a delighted wiggle whenever I make you laugh with what I write. Just so you know. :3

And I am laughing my ARSE off that SEAN thinks Viggo talks too much when he is going on and on and ON in his own head himself.

Ahahahhaa my POV characters are always so long-winded, but I blame this bit on the fact that Sean isn't, in fact, particularly self-aware. A sign of his age, maybe.

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
He expects people to know them or otherwise SHOWS them in a pretty uncouth way where things are at.

He needs to somehow relearn how to be straightforward himself - in words, goddamnit - doesn't he? 8D

everything the older, SoK Sean sort of dislikes about Orlando at first (his arrogance, his straightforwardness, his bluntness) is something so very there in young!Sean as well.

Again, this is totally not what I meant because, like I said, I haven't read much about Orlando. It's just one of those unexpected bonuses that makes me wonder where I get my inspiration for this Sean from. In other words, it's your fault either way. 8D

it sounds SO much like something Sean would say (only Sean would actually SAY it and not just think it :)),

Ahahahahah! This is awesome, because it just makes me think that it makes so much more sense that the two of them are best friends - they are pretty similar, except maybe that Viggo is better at judging people at first glance and has a better brain-mouth filter. 8D

Sean is being compared to a baby girl horse with a limp. Ahahaha, Viggo, you romantic sod (I LOVE how you changed this from the original version btw.)

EEEEEEE I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE THIS CHANGE! (Again, delighted wiggle. See above.)

Re: the Viggo question

OH MY GOD CARO /SHAKES YOU HARD. ;_; I can't make any promises, but I will say this - go and edit more of SoK (shush Bernard, you can wait for a bit) and then show it to me and I'll see what sparks in my brain. 8D 8D 8D Because Viggo is pretty fun to write in this 'verse, and I think it'd be challenging to try to write him without my usual bucketload of lyricism - because I don't think he's particularly poetic in this 'verse.

BUT NO PROMISES OKAY. But I will give you my thoughts on any SoK bits you send me. ♥!

Oh look, my reply to your comments is two comments long. What are you doing to meeeeeee.

[identity profile] poolnaiad.livejournal.com 2013-06-11 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
*cheers* and *screams when reaching the finish line* and *offers carrots*

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
/takes carrots gratefully. Thank you for commenting, lovely. ♥!

[identity profile] peersrogue.livejournal.com 2013-06-11 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
Fascinating and so original - loved it.

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! ♥

[identity profile] bluegerl.livejournal.com 2013-06-11 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
So very you, fitting in the younger Sean and Viggo and then fitting them round Afra's story. I had wondered if they'd ever had a liaison... now I know!

I loved Afra's AU she is superb at catching the 'horsey' stuff. I can smell them when she writes, and with a bonus of Sean and a landrover and binocs... and Orli, and the boys... and Viggo the Vet. GAAAAh a LOVELY read. LOVELY.

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Now you know that they did! 8D

Yesss Sport of Kings is absolutely lovely, isn't it? Caro is slowly converting me to Orlibean, but Vigbean is my OTP and I just can't help but write this when I saw that Viggo and Sean are friends in that 'verse, especially with the prompt. Thank you so much for commenting, lovely. I hope things are going well and will keep going well for you ♥!

(Anonymous) 2013-06-11 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Loved this, as I knew I would! Best thing to end a crappy day with. <3 (This is Dex, btw.)

I haven't read Sport of Kings yet but even so, this universe seemed so complete and believable anyway, somehow. I don't really know why but I can see horse trainer!Sean and vet!Viggo so easily. And 69ing!! :Q~~~ Also really dug the characterisations, and their voices were so spot on. I didn't know that Sport of Kings was an Orlibean fic so I was a bit surprised at the mention of Viggo's wife in the 2nd part, but I actually really like the idea of them having super hot sex when they first meet and then becoming good friends anyway.

You know it's entirely your fault that I've backslid into this fandom so hard. I'm ridiculously glad there's still fic for these two that I haven't read yet, and that you're still writing for them!

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
I WAS WONDERING WHO THE ANON IS. Hello Dex! /squishes tight.

I actually really like the idea of them having super hot sex when they first meet and then becoming good friends anyway.

Eee, I'm just so glad that this works for you, because I know that generally sex is written as a prelude or the ultimate consummation to a romantic relationship, but sometimes it's just not the case. Also, I love that you backslid into this fandom, man. And yes, there are still fics being written, not just by me. And you should read them yes. 8D! Thank you for commenting, lovely. ♥!

[identity profile] alex-quine.livejournal.com 2013-06-11 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
These come across as grown-up characters, with their human share of faults and finer points too and the gap between the two scenes allows you to create a world of acceptance and love and sorrow too.

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-12 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
I always love characters who have their share of faults, because that makes them so real, so I'm really happy you picked that out. Thank you so much for the comment, Alex, especially such a lovely one. ♥!
msilverstar: Viggo and Sean Bean, laughing, from the Empire Awards, Feb 2009 (viggo-sean bean 09)

[personal profile] msilverstar 2013-06-13 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
<3<3<3<3<3 *BIG HEARTS* this works so well with Sport of Kings!

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-14 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
/BIG HEARTS BACK ♥♥♥! Eeeee, I'm glad! Thank you so much!

[identity profile] sadme4b.livejournal.com 2013-06-14 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Lovely the way you build it up, defining personalities - and then switch it completely around at the end - makes me curious about the middle!!

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-14 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm not sure if I will be writing about the middle though Caro is bugging me up above to write more of Viggo's POV. 8D But you should read Sport of Kings for more of these characters, because they are awesome.

Thank you so much for the comment, lovely! ♥