RPF: afternoon sun; kings, stewards, and gamekeepers; norweigian cuisine

[evocates]

regasssa gives me prompts, and I write it for her. The blame for all these lie entirely on her, I swear. Totally. I'm blameless!

Uhm.

Oh. Well. ANYWAY!

afternoon sun

Characters/Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1179
Disclaimer: None of this happened. Product of my imagination!
Summary: Friday afternoon at Perceval Press. With Sean.

Wilshire Boulevard, Santa Monica, sometime after 2012

Perceval Press's offices weren't exactly offices, because Viggo liked it that way. It was really just a small suit, in the midst of Wilshire Boulevard. A few minutes away from Beverley Hills itself, but far away enough and isolated enough that people knew better than to disturb. Viggo had a place all to himself, with bright, full-length windows that allowed the bright sun and the glowing moon in. There was a big couch at the corner of the offices, facing towards the wall and away from the desks. It was where he liked to crash when he worked too late, poring over the books and taking notes.

Right now he had Sean in Santa Monica. He had Sean in his office, his body swallowed up by the voluminous couch cushions, pressed against the leather upholstery and the mismatched quilts that Viggo had thrown on the thing. The sunlight that streamed in - it was mid-afternoon - were bright on Sean's hair, and Viggo stroke a hand through it, leaning to kiss the sunstreaked stubble on Sean's cheek, kissing him gently.

Then he rocked his hips up. Just the smallest of movements, angling his hips just right, brushing against the spot inside. He smirked down at Sean, leaning in to kiss him, hot and wet and slow, with tongue and lips and teeth. It was a lazy Friday afternoon, a few hours until sunset. There were people in the office - his designer, at the very least, and Viggo had told Sean that he would have to be quiet so that Viggo's people wouldn't think that their boss had been kidnapped by an alien. He rarely abandoned his workaholic tendencies.

But it had been months since he had seen Sean, and his love had not faded. No- it had possibly deepened, and Viggo kissed him again, inhaling Sean's gasps at his slow, shallow thrusts. It was less fucking than massaging Sean's prostate with his cock, feeling his clenching heat around him, feeling his skin on his own. Learning Sean all over again, to notice where he had changed, to bring up memories of kissing every inch of his skin until he could do it again.

"Viggo?" A female voice. Footsteps across the hardwood floor, coming closer. Viggo sucked in a deep, sharp breath.

Shit. Viggo ducked down further and drew his legs up, and the movement pushed him even further inside Sean. Sean's eyes were wide beneath him, and he almost groaned before Viggo kissed him, hard and a little desperate, his own eyes wide. Of all the stupid things to do- he had forgotten to lock the damn door, because he almost never did, around here. There were very few employees for Perceval, but that was no excuse, and Viggo ducked his head down and breathed hard through his mouth - quietly - as he felt Sean's tension, clenching down on his cock, sucking him in.

Jesus Christ. Christ. Viggo's hand clawed at the side of the couch, his nails sinking into the leather- and held it there. No sounds. No noise. Right.

"Viggo- oh, shit, I think you're asleep." The girl was muttering, and her footsteps moved away from them, going further upwards. The desk, most likely- the desk full of papers and negatives and paints and canvases and everything that Viggo dumped on it on a regular basis. Viggo was distracted, because Sean was cupping his face with both hands, drawing him into a kiss- and drawing his legs around Viggo's waist and thrusting up. Tightening even further around him until Viggo wanted to groan and shout or just moan out of the pleasure he felt.

"Uh. If- you can hear me-"

This was wrong. So wrong. But he had his hand pressed beside Sean's head, and he was drawing his hips out minutely, and pressing back in. Slower and deeper, and Sean's jaw was slack as he dropped his head back, his lips curled around a soundless moan. Viggo was so aroused and so in love that couldn't even think. His hand clutched onto Sean's hip, a little too hard, trying to find his head out of the haze of lust and want.

"I'll just be putting the newest edition here-"

Too late. He thrust again, his free hand moving down to curl around Sean's cock, stroking him from base to tip, just once. Sean jerked, and they were so close that Viggo could feel the drawing up of his balls. This was actually a turn on for him, and Viggo couldn't help but kiss him again, desperately, breathing him in as he fucked into him. He was close, so damn close-

"So when you wake up, it's just here, okay? I'm going off-"

Oh thank god she was. Viggo pressed his forehead against Sean's collarbone, thrusting harder, sharper, trying to keep the soft, wet noises down. Trying to keep them completely silent so his employee would think he's asleep instead of fucking his lover into the couch right in the middle of the day with an unlocked door and the curtains open. Viggo gritted his teeth- he was so close, and Sean's breathing was ragged, and he was biting his lips into a swollen red shape. Viggo lifted and angled his head, and they weren't kissing as much as exchanging breaths. Viggo could feel him shake in his arms.

"Have a good weekend, Viggo. Rest well."

The footsteps were heading towards the door again, and the door closed behind her. The moment Viggo heard the click, he grabbed Sean by the hips and pushing him hard against the couch, lifting himself up and thrusting in, hard. He slammed into Sean, the sounds of their sex echoing around them. Sean arched, his fingernails tight against Viggo's back, digging into skin, and his lips parted, throwing his back as he came hot against their stomaches. Viggo kissed him, swallowed down the unspoken noises, and thrust one last time into that tight, welcoming heat.

His orgasm ripped through him like a hurricane, leaving him breathless and too hot, slumping over Sean on the couch. Viggo closed his eyes, pressing a kiss against the hollow of Sean's throat.

"D'ya think she suspects?" Sean said, and Viggo could feel his voice rumbling in the chest he was lying on. Viggo blinked at the question, lifting his head. Sean was smiling, a sharp, mischievous little smile that hid secrets at the edges.

"She saw me come in 'ere. Didn't think she saw me leave."

Viggo took a deep breath. Let it out.

"I need to work with her in the future, you know," he said, his voice almost conversational. He leaned an elbow on Sean's chest, pressing down to push himself up, pulling out of Sean. Sean grunted lightly, burying his hands in Viggo's hair and pulling him down for another kiss.

"Maybe ya should 'ave yer little discussions 'bout the books on this couch the next time," he drawled, and Viggo knew that this man was going to be the death of him.

Or the ruin, at the very least.

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kings, stewards, and gamekeepers

Characters/Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 727
Disclaimer: None of this happened. Product of my imagination!
Summary: Viggo watched Lady Chatterley. Specifically, the second episode.

Viggo's Idaho ranch, 2013

Sean had his hand on Viggo's wrists, pinning him to the rough bark of the tree. His body was pressed up entirely against his, and Viggo's breath hitched, looking at him, his lips parted and breathing hard.

"Not now," he said, his lips curling around the words. He arched against Sean, trying to tug his wrists out of his grasp and feeling the rough bark scrape against his skin. "I've got to run. I'm late. I have my duties to attend to-"

Sean laughed, and there was something darker here, something entirely unlike Mellors's desperate but still pure-hearted desire. Something taunting, and he stroked his free hand against Viggo's chin, his nail pressing deep against his skin. "Aye. But I want ya. I want ya now," he said, and his accent had broadened, thickened, and Viggo shook with need. Sean only leaned in, and licked against the dimple on his chin.

Then he let go of Viggo's wrists, immediately grabbing hold of his leather leggings and pulling them down. Viggo wasn't wear any underwear, and Sean grinned, kicking his pants away even as he opened up his own button and pulled down his fly, releasing his cock. Viggo gritted his teeth, put up a resistance, struggling against him, his hands clutching at Sean's shoulders- but Sean kicked his legs apart, his hand bruisingly tight upon Viggo's hip as he pulled him up, slightly.

Then-

Sean's chuckle was deep and low against Viggo's skin, hot breath against sweat. "Going somewhere, ya say," he drawled, his fingers pressing into Viggo's entrance, feeling the loosened muscle, the slick hole. He pressed two fingers inside, crooking them immediately, and Viggo gasped, breathless, his fingers clenching against Sean's jacket in an effort to keep to his role.

"You want this," Sean crowed, fingerfucking against Viggo's hole. "Tell me that ya want me, yer Majesty," but he wasn't waiting for an answer. He was grabbing Viggo by the hips, shoving him up the tree and holding him there, and Viggo wrapped his legs around Sean's hips, holding still, his eyes wild and his hair matted, straggling around his face.

Then Sean thrust in, and Viggo threw his head back, gasped sharp and rough and high, the sound scraping against his throat. It burned, and Sean did it again, slamming Viggo back into the tree, his cock a burning brand inside him, stroking against his prostate, marking him on the inside as his own.

And Viggo abandoned the script, his hands burying themselves in Sean's long, golden hair, kissing him as hard as Sean was fucking him, gasping with every thrust into Sean's mouth until he couldn't think, couldn't manage the coordination, instead burying his face against Sean's neck. His hands moved down to his shoulders, clutching onto rough cloth and he was close, so close, and Sean's breathing was heavy and hard in his ear, and he knew-

"Touch me," he said, and there was a King's command in his tone, a certain steel and heat that had nothing to do with sex. Sean kissed him hard, and wrapped callused fingers around his cock, stroking him hard, and Viggo threw his head back as his vision whited out. He didn't call out a name; he didn't know which name to call. His lips formed Sean, nonetheless, and he could feel his heat inside him as Sean came, gripping hard onto Viggo's hips. He was going to have a fine set of bruises there.

They dropped, knees weakened, down to the roots of the tree afterwards, panting in each other's arms. It was breaking more of the script but Viggo couldn't give a damn right now. He was holding onto Sean, face buried in his neck as Sean kissed him from temple to ear to jaw, drawing an earlobe between his teeth.

"That what ya expected, my Lord?" he murmured, and Mellors's brogue was blunted slightly. It was Sean's voice again, thick and heavy and panting hard between each word.

"Yes," Viggo said, and it was Aragorn who lifted Sean's chin and caught those green eyes with his own. So much like Boromir, and yet much rougher, without the same burdens and weight. It was Aragorn who kissed him, first chastely on the lips, then on his forehead.

"Yes it was, my Steward. You've done well."

He could feel Sean's smile against his neck.

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norweigian cuisine

Characters/Pairing: Christian Bale/Sean Bean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 860
Disclaimer: None of this happened. Product of my imagination!
Summary: It's cold Far North, and Christian pays a special visit to warm Sean up. Then, he has to take a call...

Norway, September 2006 or thereabouts

Sean should feel guilty about doing this. It was aiding and abetting in adultery, and committing it himself - he hadn't put a ring on Georgina's finger, but it didn't mean that she didn't expect fidelity from him - but he didn't care. Christian had come to him, and Christian had wanted this, and Sean had learned to stop refusing him a long time ago. Christian was a damn hurricane, and Sean had learned a long time ago not to think about things.

It's damn cold and he's in a hut instead of a trailer this time, but this scene was familiar enough. Christian on his knees, Sean's cock in his mouth, licking and taking him in, his lips red and wet and obscene, stretched wide. He gasped, his hips thrusting upwards, and- the benefits of fucking (not making love) with a man was simply that he knew exactly what a man liked, exactly what his responses meant. Or perhaps it was just Christian.

Christian was a a singer, this time. Jack Rollins, high on his success, more than a little crazy, later becoming Pastor John. Sean wasn't entirely sure about the movie, because Christian had never told him anything about it. It had always been pinning Sean to the wall, opening his trousers, and getting to his knees. Not that Sean had a problem with that, not really.

His hand had slid into Christian's hair, pulling him close, nearing the edge- when Christian's phone ring. Sean gasped as Christian wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, sucking hard against it- then slipped his hand into his pocket and took out his phone. He glanced at the screen before pulling away, and Sean almost moaned- then Christian took the call.

"Hello, Sibi. Jack speaking," he greeted, his voice even as if he wasn't hard, as if he wasn't on the floor of a wood hut with Sean's cock less than an inch from his mouth. As if Jack was actually his name. Sean stared, because he remembered that name. That's Christian's wife.

And Christian was leaning in again, leaving a trail of kisses down his cock. He looked up, and placed a finger between his lips. Sean slammed a hand into his mouth, and bit down.

"Yeah, I'm somewhere way up Norway. It's ridiculously cold around here, and there's snow everywhere," Christian said, and he opened his mouth and took Sean's cock in. He hummed, presumably in assent to what Sibi was saying, and Sean couldn't stop staring. Couldn't help but feel ridiculously aroused, right here, with his pants down and Christian in front of him, talking to his wife.

Christian's head dipped down further, taking Sean's cock completely into his mouth. Sean could feel the head of his own cock slipping into Christian's throat, and Christian hummed again. "Mmhmm, mm," and he sounded like his mouth was full. Sean shoved more of his own fist into his mouth.

Then Christian backed off, licked at the top. "Yeah, I'm actually having dinner. Or late lunch. Either way." He tipped his head up, and made a circle around Sean's cockhead with his tongue. "Tell me what Em's been up to lately. I miss my girls."

His fingers curled around Sean's cock, and he was stroking him, up and down as his mouth moved to meet those fingers. Sean's head thudded back against the door as he felt the heat engulf him entirely. He shook, his hand clenching against Christian's shoulder, and his moan was barely bitten back and muffled. Christian gave him a sharp look, and Sean shook his head, more turned on and ashamed than he could ever find the words to describe.

He pulled the phone away from himself just as he drew back, his lips leaving Sean's cock with an audible pop. Sean took a moment to appreciate how good Christian was at this; how well he could anticipate his reactions and the possible sounds. His toes curled against the rug.

"Hey, listen. I'm going home soon, and I'm getting a whole bunch of recipes. I'll cook you girls Norweigian when I get back."

Christian pressed two fingers into his own mouth, suckling on them, licking and leaving a trail of saliva when he finally pulled back. He reached back and pressed them into Sean, crooking them immediately, and his lips closed around the head of Sean's cock- and it was all a little too much, too overwhelming, and Sean made a small, breathless sound as he came down Christian's throat, his hand clutching on Christian's hair and shoving his cock in.

A moment, two, Sean let his hand drop to the side, and Christian opened his mouth. There was a drop of come on his lips, and he wiped it away, licking at his thumb before he turned his eyes up, smirking at Sean.

"Yeah, I'm still here. I just finished eating." He leaned in, and licked, very lightly, against the head of Sean's softened cock. The stimulation was almost too much after so soon, and Sean bucked his hips up, swallowing back the gasp.

"The food here is great."

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I think I need to create a new category in my fic archive for RPF. fml.