Ficlet VigBean
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Title: Train of Thought (1/1)
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: PG
Summary: Sean finally follows along.
Disclaimer: all fiction, for entertainment purposes only, in no way implies anything as to the real lives to the lovely men who are inspirations for these characters.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated, thanks!
Archive: Rugbytackle only.
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Viggo possessed the annoying habit of speaking aloud, only after the conversation in his head was already half gone. As a result, Sean was normally clued in to only the last half of whatever Viggo was on about in any particular instance, and even then he trailed Vig’s unpredictable train of thought in a very general sense, and from a cautious distance. An amusing quirk of his lover’s, for the first month or so, and nearly ten months in, Sean had traversed the stages from confusion to impatience to the inevitable exasperation, more often that he could remember.
Maybe having been subjected to Viggo’s meandering conversations and expressions in person, via phone, email, voicemail, per notes left under the Sheffield United magnets stuck to his frig, and even via handwritten letters delivered by the post, Sean had finally absorbed the marvelous Viggo-algorithm that allowed him to actually follow along.
“I agree,” Sean said one morning, as Vig wandered among a dozen or more subjects that seemingly had little in common with one another, but in Viggo-land, actually were related in a profound, artistic way. Had he paid attention to his accomplishment, Sean would’ve mused if this is what those blokes who discovered the Rosetta Stone had felt like. As it was, he simply minded his paper, and sipped his coffee.
Viggo blinked, tilted his head, gazed at Sean with something close to surprise. “Really?”
Sean glanced up from the newspaper he was reading. “Yeah, I see exactly what you mean.” He shook out the paper and searched for a run-down on the latest Blades match.
Fingers fisted in his shirt, and before Sean could react the newspaper was hopelessly crinkled between them as Viggo pulled him close, took his mouth in a crushing kiss that left him breathless.
“Finally,” Viggo supplied at last, after drawing back and licking his lips.
Sean smiled, having once more, followed along, and it occurred to him that he was getting good at this lot. His expression set off a grin on Viggo’s face, and his lover leaned close, carded fingers through Sean’s short blond hair. “You’re the first to, I think.”
Winding arms about Viggo’s waist, Sean pulled him closer, and it dawned on Sean that out of everyone on the planet, he was uniquely tuned in to Viggo's wavelength. He decided that pleased him, rather deeply. “And the last, I hope.”
Viggo grinned, and blue eyes glinting, nudged the coffee cup aside, and tossed the paper to the floor. “Me too.”
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: PG
Summary: Sean finally follows along.
Disclaimer: all fiction, for entertainment purposes only, in no way implies anything as to the real lives to the lovely men who are inspirations for these characters.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated, thanks!
Archive: Rugbytackle only.
~*~
Viggo possessed the annoying habit of speaking aloud, only after the conversation in his head was already half gone. As a result, Sean was normally clued in to only the last half of whatever Viggo was on about in any particular instance, and even then he trailed Vig’s unpredictable train of thought in a very general sense, and from a cautious distance. An amusing quirk of his lover’s, for the first month or so, and nearly ten months in, Sean had traversed the stages from confusion to impatience to the inevitable exasperation, more often that he could remember.
Maybe having been subjected to Viggo’s meandering conversations and expressions in person, via phone, email, voicemail, per notes left under the Sheffield United magnets stuck to his frig, and even via handwritten letters delivered by the post, Sean had finally absorbed the marvelous Viggo-algorithm that allowed him to actually follow along.
“I agree,” Sean said one morning, as Vig wandered among a dozen or more subjects that seemingly had little in common with one another, but in Viggo-land, actually were related in a profound, artistic way. Had he paid attention to his accomplishment, Sean would’ve mused if this is what those blokes who discovered the Rosetta Stone had felt like. As it was, he simply minded his paper, and sipped his coffee.
Viggo blinked, tilted his head, gazed at Sean with something close to surprise. “Really?”
Sean glanced up from the newspaper he was reading. “Yeah, I see exactly what you mean.” He shook out the paper and searched for a run-down on the latest Blades match.
Fingers fisted in his shirt, and before Sean could react the newspaper was hopelessly crinkled between them as Viggo pulled him close, took his mouth in a crushing kiss that left him breathless.
“Finally,” Viggo supplied at last, after drawing back and licking his lips.
Sean smiled, having once more, followed along, and it occurred to him that he was getting good at this lot. His expression set off a grin on Viggo’s face, and his lover leaned close, carded fingers through Sean’s short blond hair. “You’re the first to, I think.”
Winding arms about Viggo’s waist, Sean pulled him closer, and it dawned on Sean that out of everyone on the planet, he was uniquely tuned in to Viggo's wavelength. He decided that pleased him, rather deeply. “And the last, I hope.”
Viggo grinned, and blue eyes glinting, nudged the coffee cup aside, and tossed the paper to the floor. “Me too.”
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Date: 2007-06-28 06:50 pm (UTC)Sean may have agreed to more than he thinks!
But it's wonderful to think of them in that way, completely in tune with each other's thoughts, even if they don't understand where it's leading . . .
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Date: 2007-06-29 03:38 am (UTC)perfect capture, i think. both on sean's and on your part. the fact that we can't hear anything of the meanderings emerging from viggo's mouth leaves it all the more to our own personal devices... i think we all 'know' him in our own ways. you wrote a fic that's very universal...
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