RPF (actors) Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean that photo
He knew he shouldn’t keep doing this. He shouldn’t even be there to begin with. Hell, this wasn’t leading anywhere. It never was. He was so tired of waiting. He looked up at Sean and found him smiling at him. How he loved that smile. And the soft expression that came with it. He tried a smile himself but he knew it didn’t reach his eyes. Sean’s brow furrowed and he reached over, placing his hand on his bare arm and causing his skin to tingle in anticipation. “You okay?” Sean asked quietly. Viggo’s eyes drifted towards his friend’s hand on his arm, regarding it thoughtfully. “I’d better be going. It’s late.” He didn’t look up. There was no point. There would be the disappointment, he’d be able to see Sean struggle but nothing would ever come out of it. He’d eventually nod, there’d be the hug and the goodnight, the smile and Viggo would return to his room to jack off in the dark emptiness of his bed, tears in his eyes and his heart aching. Lost in his thoughts he had noticed that Sean hadn’t answered. When he looked up he found his eyes resting upon his face with an expression he’d never seen before. Sean looked at him in silence for a long moment, his hand never leaving his arm. “Stay for a while?” he asked in a low voice. Viggo felt his heart skip a beat. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Then he reached up and ran his fingers over the back of Sean’s hand. “I don’t know, Sean, I…” he started but Sean interrupted him, breathless. “Please?” He knew he should just shake his head and get up and get out of there. It would hurt so much less. But whenever he looked into those eyes he was lost. He nodded wearily. Sean attempted a smile but failed miserably. His eyes drifted to their joined arms and he bit his lip. Viggo knew better than to press him. It had to be on his terms or he’d choose to shut him out. He’d witnessed that often. Too often. Sean cleared his throat. “That photo…” he began tentatively. “Yesterday, when Dom showed around the photos he’d taken when… Did you see them?” Viggo nodded, not quite sure how to link that topic to Sean’s serious expression. “Do you remember that picture of me, of Boromir sitting in the sun?” Viggo felt himself nod again. Of course. He’d asked Dom straight away if he could have it. He’d never seen Sean rest that much in himself. There was an air of light heartedness emanating from him and he looked truly happy, his smile the very one that never failed to make Viggo’s heart beat faster. Sean still didn’t look at him, his thumb drawing small patterns on his wrist now. “I realised something when I looked at that picture” he said, his voice soft. “It was... I look so…” “Happy” Viggo said, very quietly. A small smile played around Sean’s lips. “Yeah. Happy.” He paused and swallowed. “And then I realised I knew that smile. From my wedding picture.” The movement of his thumb ceased and his voice was barely audible when he continued: “And Dom didn’t capture whom I was smiling at, but... you were coming towards me, Vig. I was smiling at you.” He slowly lifted his head and looked at him and Viggo almost flinched at the sight that presented itself to him. He’d never seen him more unguarded, the countless defence mechanisms gone in the blink of an eye. He involuntarily held his breath. Sean’s lip was trembling and he bit down onto it before he continued, his voice trembling as well: “I’m so sorry I’ve kept pushing you away. I just… I didn’t, I didn’t know how… I didn’t know what to feel.” He paused. “But now I do. And please tell me it’s not too late.” Viggo closed his eyes for a second and drew in a shaky breath. When he looked back at Sean there were tears in his eyes and when he softly shook his head suddenly there were those lips on his, those lips he’d been longing for for weeks and weeks and there were those arms wrapping around him and dragging him close and there was a wave of electricity surging through him when Sean’s tongue nudged open his lips and met his and then there was a whirl of heat and limbs and clothes and then skin against skin and ragged breathing and then he came with a strangled cry of Sean’s name. And when Sean’s arms then pulled him close and his lips kissed the sweat and the salt off his cheeks he knew that every second had been worth waiting.