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FIC: Strategic Redirection--RPS Sean Bean/Viggo Mortenson
title Strategic Redirection
author: lisa roquin
fandom: LotR RPS
rating 15+
pairing/characters: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortenson, established relationship.
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of their personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
summary: The evening would be perfect if Viggo would just shut up.
warning: slash
author notes: an attempt for the porn_battle prompt RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already? but they did this instead
word count: 577



Sean's not quite sure how much wine they've had over the course of the afternoon and evening. Just enough. Just enough to feel warm and lazy, relaxed and mellow. Not enough to be drunk, just feeling fine and enjoying the music on the stereo and the crackle of the fireplace and the company--if the company would. just. shut. up.

There he went again, all fire and heat and winding himself up about something. Sean wasn't sure what. Elections or the middle east or something...Sean didn't give a bloody damn. He'd come for some quiet, to unwind. That had been the whole point. The bare feet that had been up next to his on the coffee table were flat on the floor, Viggo was leaning forward half twisted at the waist to look back at Sean.

"Viggo," Sean growled when Vig paused for a breath. "Will you shut up already?" He sat up straighter and put his feet on the floor and his glass of wine down on the coffee table.

"Shut up?"

"Yes. Bloody well, shut. up. Save the political manifestos for tomorrow. I want to relax."

"Shut up," Viggo repeated looking affronted.

Sean reached for Viggo and pulled him close, when Viggo opened his mouth to argue or protest, or continue his exposition on whatever the hell, Sean's mouth was there.

Viggo pushed Sean back until he was twisted almost uncomfortably, back flat on the couch. Viggo raised up enough to shift and crawl, straddle Sean's hips. Sean takes advantage of that to put his legs up on the couch at an angle his back appreciated much more.

"Shut up?" Viggo repeats with a wicked look creeping into his eyes.

"Yes, shut. up." Sean repeated as his hands slid over Viggo's thighs up to his hips. "I'm tired. I just want to relax and enjoy the company, I'll listen tomorrow. But for now, shut the bloody hell up." his own voice lower and softer. He slid his hand up, fisted it in Viggo's worn flannel and gently tugged Vig down to him, no real force or strength behind the action, more an invitation and the movement was all Viggo's.

"You're a rude guest,"

Sean snorted. "You're a poor host. Aren't you supposed to entertain me, not rant until I'm crosseyed."

"Entertain you? That's what you're calling it now?" Viggo fought the smile and laughter that threatened.

"You're an arse," Sean choked.

"Pot, meet kettle," Vig grinned as he closed the last of the distance between their lips.

"Mmm," Sean slid his hand from Vig's hip to his back, he worked the hand trapped between them out and traced his fingers lightly over the back of Viggo's neck.

The languid kiss interrupted with a grunt of discomfort and Viggo shifted, stretched out completely over Sean.

"Gettin' old?" Sean asked, smile in his voice as nipped lightly at Viggo's bottom lip, his hand grazed lightly over Vig's ass.

Viggo snorted. "Wrenched my knee last week helping a friend with their colt. I'll show you old, you aren't that much younger than me..."

"Prove you're not old when you're done ranting tomorrow. I'm not that ambitious tonight." Sean said huskily with a slight shift and arch of his hips upwards against Viggo.

Viggo chuckled and lowered his head for another kiss, slow, warm and lazy like the wine in their veins. Neither of them were in any rush. They had all night and thee weeks until Sean returned to England.