Eventually Sean found the strength to gently push himself away from Viggo. Getting to his feet, he remained in front of the bed, eyes firmly directed at the floor.
"I'm... I'm just going to get cleaned up..."
"Go ahead."
Viggo's voice was relaxed and calm, making Sean dare a quick look up. The darkhaired man had moved to the middle of the bed, laying on his back. He had pulled his own clothes back on and looked like the perfect picture of contented relaxation.
Slowly Sean made his way around the bed. Reaching for the doorknob on the bathroom door, he frowned a little at the sight of his hand still shaking. Well inside the bathroom he had to take a step away from the door to resist from locking it.
Walking over to the sink, he turned the faucet for cold water. He gathered some in his cupped palms and washed his face. The cold water felt soothing against his heated skin and he barely noticed that his hands came away matted with blood. It didn't matter that much anyway. After the first time Viggo was careful not to let any bruising show. It was too much of an effort to come up with a decent excuse. Continuing to wash his face until the water was clear again, Sean lifted his head to examine his own features in the mirror. Apart from the lack of colour and the darkness in his usually light green eyes, it was all in all good. His lower lip was split, but the cold water was already making the swelling subside. His nose was still bleeding somewhat, but it didn't look that bad.
Lowering his gaze, Sean didn't bother with the vivid markings on his side. It still hurt, a lot, but if it wasn't broken and could be hidden under clothing... Hugging his arms around himself, Sean found it impossible to meet his own eyes in the mirror anymore. He still needed to change his clothes. And he wanted a shower to rinse away the sweat, blood and residue after what had taken place. But being undressed right now was a very bad thing, it left him too exposed, too vulnerable.
He couldn't hear a sound coming from the bedroom and wondered shortly if Viggo was still in there. He preferred to believe he wasn't. Sean turned his back to the mirror, pushing away every thought of the darker man. "It didn't happen," he reminded himself, "if you don't think about it, it didn't happen." Almost mechanically he searched though the pile of clean clothes until he located a new pair of jeans and a longsleeved, thick shirt. "It was your own fault," his thoughts went on. "You made him mad, what was he supposed to do? He doesn't have to get mad again, and everything can be the way it used to be. If you behave."
Holding on to the fierce denial of what Viggo had done to him, Sean carefully slipped out of the jeans. The warm water of the shower stung his skin, he felt torn between getting out and getting dressed or staying underneath the spray of water until he felt properly clean again. The urge to get dressed won, partly because the bruising on his body made him feel uncomfortable. Gingerly patting himself dry, Sean quickly pulled on the clean clothes, giving a small sigh of relief as it was done. Leaving his short, blonde hair to dry on its own, he reached for the doorknow again to open the door. Only to find that he couldn't.
Nervously biting his lips, Sean forced himself to place his fingers on the door. Fear made him cold, almost making him give into the urge to lock the door and stay in the secluded room indefintely. Ignoring the soft rush of panic as best he managed he pushed the door open before he had a chance to change his mind again.
It turned out that Viggo was still in the room, still laying on his back in the bed. Blue eyes were calmly studying the roof while a halfsmoked cigarette released a slow spiral of smoke in the silent air. It almost seemed like the darkhaired man didn't notice him, Sean took a step towards the door to the hallway.
"Would you mind if I went out for a bit?" he asked meekly, stealing another step towards the door, so nervous it nearly made him stumble. Eyes locked on Viggo, he was ready to react at the slightest sign of a change of mood.
"No, that's ok," Viggo absentmindly replied, not taking his eyes off the ceiling. He paused, then continued: "Pet?" Hiding a smile over the small "Yes?", he ended the sentence. "Be back at midnight."
"I will." The followed the small click of a door being closed. Viggo placed the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply. Usually when it came to this, the challenge mostly gone, he got bored. He was most pleasantly surprised to find that he didn't feel that way at all now. He was very certain of that his pretty, blonde angel had plenty of surprises left in store for him still. Finishing the cigarette, Viggo got out of the bed. He put the cigarette out on the ashtrey on the nightstand next to the large bed., then he headed for the bathroom. The night was still young, and he was feeling like a chat with Liv.
As usual quite a few of the actors were gathered at the closest bar. Saying hello, Viggo found a seat next to the darkhaired female that was playing his love interest. Up until now he hadn't bothered too much with the younger woman, watching her with Sean had made him change his mind.
"'Evening, Liv," he smiled.
"Hey," she replied, returning the smile. "You disappeared after the shot."
A shrug of broad shoulders. "I had some stuff to take care off," Viggo vaguely answered. Next to Liv Harry left, heading for the pool table. Now they were the only two left at the table as both Elijah and Sean Astin filed after Harry to watch him play against Chris.
Dark brown eyes were sparkling at Viggo. "Where have you hidden Sean now then? You two look permanently attached by now."
Shyly casting his eyes down, Viggo let a faint blush cover his cheeks. "That obvious, huh?"
Liv giggled, nodding. "Oh yes. You made a good choice, Viggo. Sean's a total sweetheart. I was having a lousy day earlier, and he helped me feel a lot better."
"He's good at making people feel better," Viggo remarked, with a private smile. It amused him that Liv actually seemed to be curious about their relationship. Deciding that he had nothing to fear when it came to his lover and the young woman next to him, he relaxed.
"So," Liv stated. "When did it start? When did the two of you get together?"
Viggo was letting a finger trace the rim of his glass of beer. "The night you guys pulled that stunt on me...trust me, Sean's a great kisser..." Blue eyes were shining. "What was I supposed to do, I couldn't let a chance like that pass me by..."
"I had never expected him to actually do that," Liv told him. "But when you put him and Billy together, I swear they're just like little boys." She fondly shook her head. "And Dominick's getting to be just as bad."
Leaning forward, Viggo lowered his voice. "Speaking about Dom... Is it true about him and Billy?"
Liv merely looked at him. "My dear, just where have you been? Wait, don't answer that... Of course it's true, it's as obvious as you and Sean."
"Is that so." Viggo leaned back, looking thoughtful. "Is that so..." Shaking off the thoughts, he grinned. "I guess my mind has been elsewhere as of lately."
"I don't blame you."
A dark eyebrow rose. "Miss Tyler, are you moving in on my man?"
She snorted. "As if it would do me any good. He hasn't got eyes for anyone else than you, anyway."
The bright smile was back on Viggo's face. "That's true! He's all mine."
The clock was striving against midnight as Viggo was walking back to the house. Studying the velvet soft night around him, he made a mental note to get his camera out one of the nearest days. He hadn't even thought about it or his sketch book in ages. He would have to do something about that. After all, he had the prettiest source of inspiration right within arms' reach.
The house looked dark as he approached it, but Viggo had no doubt that Sean was back. The blond knew better than to disobey him by now. Although every once in a while Viggo wished he would...it was such a nice way to blow off some steam. And it made those beautiful green eyes burn in a way that set his body aflame with passion with a mere look.
Walking through the dark livingroom and through the hallway, Viggo allowed himself a small smile at the mellow light coming from the bedroom. Entering the room he found Sean on the bed, looking invitingly relaxed. The next thing he spotted was the bottle of Scotch on the nightstand, half of it gone. He found the glass in Sean's hand, goldenbrown liquid catching the light.
"Did you have a nice night, pet?" Viggo softly asked, coming closer to the bed. Before he could come all the way over, Sean got to his feet. Taking a drink of his glass he nodded.
"I guess." The alcohol made his voice lower. "I've been waiting for you."
"Have you now." Viggo was standing still, letting the younger man come to him.
"I have." The slight smile on Sean's face was highlighted by the sparkle in his eyes. He walked closer, draping an arm around the taller man's neck. "I was even back before midnight."
"And you're also rather drunk," Viggo commented, not able to resist brushing his fingers through Sean's hair. He was treated to a slow and hot kiss, tasting the strong, sweet taste of the whiskey.
"I could be," Sean replied, placing another kiss on Viggo's cheek. "But you like me this way." Disposing himself of the glass into Viggo's hand he let himself slide down to his knees, kneeling in front of Viggo. The other man took a drink of the Scotch, waiting. Keeping his arousal in check, he kept quiet, waiting to see how far Sean was willing to take this.
The blond was working on his pants, undoing button by button. After getting them all open, he dragged the fabric down Viggo's hips. Warm fingers made their way over smooth flesh, sending a shiver through Viggo. The shiver resulted in a smug look on Sean's face as he looked up at Viggo. Very slowly he let the boxers follow the pants. One of Viggo's hands was still combing through blonde locks. Taking another drink, Viggo placed the glass down on the table, reaching out the hand to steady himself. The rush of power at the sight of the younger man kneeling in front of him only added to the passion and sensations created by Sean's clever hands and mouth. It didn't take him long to reach the edge, making him bite down on his lip to not utter a sound.
Taking hold of Sean, Viggo dragged the smaller man to his feet. One hand still holding onto the blond's arm, Viggo picked up the now empty glass. Then he threw it into the wall, watching it shatter. He felt Sean flinch at the sudden act. Turning back, he carefully cupped his hand around the other's chin. "I don't want a drunken slut," he softly warned. Brushing his lips against Sean's, he sighed. "You don't need that stuff, pet. There are other ways of forgetting the world for a while..." A predatory gleam made his eyes darken. Seeing the fear evident on Sean's face made his pulse quicken.
"Awe, don't be scared, pet..." Keeping his hold on Sean, Viggo moved them towards the bed. "I am not going to punish you this time... After all you did quite good right now. I adore that mouth of yours, you know that? All I can think about is kissing you, feeling your lips on me. I just can't get enough of you..."
Laying them both down in the bed, he kicked off the pants, boxers and shoes. "Relax, sweetie...I'm not going to hurt you." He felt Sean trying to move away and tightened his grip. Letting his fingers apply pressure to the other's side, he chuckled over the pained whimper. "Oh I forgot, precious, I'm sorry... You better be still so I don't forget again."
Sean had closed his eyes, hands on Viggo's shoulders. Warm lips ghosted over his throat, the touch transforming into a nibble as it reached his ear. "Viggo?" he quietly asked, the tender caress as confusing as intoxicating.
"Shush, pet, just let me make you feel good." Viggo's lips claimed his, the older man's hands were careful now not to induce further pain. The alcohol in Sean's system quenched a lot of the fears, adding to the lightheadness Viggo's closeness induced. Tentatively he responded to the kiss, feeling the tension leave his body a little by little as Viggo's hands came up to cup his face.
"That's it," Viggo's voice whispered in his ear. "Just relax, dearest, let me take care of you..."
As Viggo's hands moved to open his shirt, Sean quickly and efficiently banished the memory of what had happened between them to the deepest, darkest corner of his mind. It would never happen again, as far as he was concerned it never had happened. He would never give Viggo a reason to be mad at him again. That also meant making sure noone tried to interfere with what they had. From now on everything would be perfect.