Title: Putting Out Fire With Gasoline Author: Alex (parts 1 & 3) and Liz (parts 2 & 4) (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com, twopipstreasures@aol.com Rating: NC-17 Type: Viggo/Sean B. slash Disclaimer: Never happened, never will… Summary: Viggo and Sean come to terms… Feedback: Please! Archive: yes PUTTING OUT FIRE WITH GASOLINE Part One_Viggo Still this pulsing night A plague I call a heartbeat Just be still with me You wouldn't believe what I've been through You've been so long Well it's been so long And I've been putting out the fire with gasoline Putting out the fire With gasoline..... -Bowie, ‘Cat People(Putting Out Fire)’ I was so fucking tired. And tired of this shit too. For two long days, we’d been working on the Boromir death scene at Amon Hen. On the first day, I was doing okay. But the second one, Christ, what a day. It was cold, and we were all tired and all short tempered, especially me. I don’t know how the fuck it happened, but every time we’d get in the middle of the scene with me laying across Boromir as he dies, the lower half of my body would decide play a cruel joke on me and make me notice how green Sean’s eyes were or how good his body felt under mine. I kept blowing my lines, and Sean kept grinning at me. He felt my fucking hard on against him. And he knew he was the reason I was hard. Damn Sean Bean anyway. It gets worse, or better, I guess, depending on your point of view. We finally wrapped the scene up and it started raining, a cold dreary rain. Hobbit feet fall off in the rain and so do elf ears. Mine and Sean’s dirt washed off. We finally called it a day, and I went to the makeup trailer for a shower. I decided coffee might warm my cold bones so I made some in the little kitchen and grabbed a cup as I got out of my costume. All the others would take their costumes back to wardrobe, but I liked to keep mine. I like to get into my character, become my character, find out what he does and why. I need to immerse myself in my character to be able to be him onscreen. Other people act in different ways. Bean sheds his character when the day is done, and he’s Bean again. He’s probably a better actor than I am, to tell the truth. I guess whatever works, works. But I digress. Anyway, I had some coffee and got out of my costume, hanging it up to dry. . I got in the shower. The hot water felt so good. I’d never admit this out loud, but sometimes my joints get stiff like an old man’s and a warm shower makes me feel better. This shower didn’t do that however. I stood under the spray and my mind wandered to Bean. To that damn crazy way he’d lick his lip. To his wicked smile as I lay on top of him at Amon Hen. Every time I thought about it, I’d get hard, painfully hard even. Like I was right then. I got out of the shower and dried off. I sat in the chair without bothering to put any clothes on. I closed my eyes and just fucking gave in to it. At least, I’d be able to rest when I got back to my own trailer. I slid my hand down my belly, touching my skin lightly, just a tiny touch, one of those that almost give you goosebumps, but not quite. My cock twitched as my hand got closer to it. I thought about how it would feel to have that tongue of Sean’s lick me like he did his lip. I know I made a sound. But that wasn’t the only sound I heard. Someone had come in while I was here. Fuck! Probably Orlando! He was always popping up everywhere. I heard someone humming some stupid tune and knew who it was. It was Bean. He had to know I was here. He knew I came here every day instead of costume. My cock really didn’t care either way. As a matter of fact, if anything, I was even more aroused. I licked my hand and slid it down over my cock, rubbing my thumb over the head, spreading pre-come all over it. I brought my thumb up to my mouth and licked it. I wondered if Sean tasted like me. I wondered if he’d moan or if he would talk to me while I licked him or if he were the silent type. I sucked it and found that my cock was behaving as if I were sucking it. My hand found its way back down, closing over my cock, moving up and down, slowly, very slowly. I don’t know when I realized he was watching me. But he was watching from the hallway. He could see me without me seeing him. He couldn’t get a full frontal view of me, but he could see enough. I am a patient man for the most part, and I began to stroke a little faster, teasing my balls with my other hand. I wished like hell he would just come in here and do this for me. But he wouldn’t. Not today. Soon, I hoped. I didn’t examine how I felt further than that because my cock was commanding pretty much all of my attention by this time. I closed my eyes and thought about him, about his hand being where mine was, even pretending to myself that it WAS his hand on me. God, this was not going to take long. I thought about his eyes, wondering if the green in them turned to fire when he’d come. Oh, god… it felt so…. I knew he could hear me, and see my face. I wanted him to see me, to want me, to…. god, I just wanted Sean… here and now, wanted to come in his mouth.. oh… fuck.. yes…..