RPF (actor), Sean/Viggo, understatement; "Master of Understatment," part 1 of 2
Master of Understatement
Viggo set down his fork and sighed contentedly. "Mmm. Thanks, Sean, that was nice."
Sean's eyebrows raised. "*Nice*? That's all? Surely that was an understatement, Viggo, and what you meant to say was, 'Sean, that was an absolutely terrific meal, thanks for making it and not leaving a mess for me to clean up."
Viggo grinned. "Like I said, nice."
Green eyes narrowed dangerously. "Careful, Vig. I might start thinking you don't appreciate me, you keep this up. And you don't want that, trust me."
Viggo just smiled a mysterious smile and went to do the dishes, leaving Sean to sprawl on the couch and consider his man's smile--and what it might mean. He was ready for anything--except a simple night together.
Which is what things appeared to be, as Viggo finished with the dishes, settled into his favorite armchair and picked up a book.
Sean sighed. He'd been hoping for a nice bout of make-up sex... "Want something done right, gotta do it yourself," he murmured.
"Hmm?" Viggo's eyes were slightly unfocused, the look he got when deep in thought.
Sean grinned. "Nothing, Vig... go back to your book." Slowly, he ran his hand down his chest, stopping to flick a nipple gently with his thumb, running over ribs and abs, enjoying the sensation. Opening his eyes, he slanted a look at Viggo... who had put his book down and was watching with undisguised interest.
"Can't wait, Sean?"
"Well, since you're busy with your book, and don't *appreciate* what you have in front of you, I figured I'd take matters into my own hands."