Title: Putting Out Fire With Gasoline
Author: Alex (parts 1 & 3) and Liz (parts 2 & 4) 
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Rating: NC-17
Type: Viggo/Sean B. slash
Disclaimer: Never happened, never will…
Summary: Viggo and Sean come to terms… 
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PUTTING OUT FIRE WITH GASOLINE
Part Three-Viggo

See these eyes so red
Red like jungle burning bright
Those who feel me near
Pull the blinds and change their minds
It's been so long
-Bowie, ‘Cat People (Putting Out Fire) 

I could not believe that I had done what I had done. I had let my best friend 
watch me jerk off. And I’d thought about him while I did it too. I heard him 
leave, and I waited awhile and went to my own trailer. I went out back where I 
had small lawn of sorts and sat down with a tumbler of bourbon and one of the 
contraband Cuban cigars that someone had given me as a gift. I clipped it and 
lit it and sat back to enjoy it. I looked at the darkening evening sky and tried
to think about profound things. Yeah, I know how it sounds, but I actually do it
sometimes. This time the only thing I could think of was green eyes and hard 
muscle. He had put on a few pounds for his role as Boromir, but every pound was
pure muscle. He was strong and hard bodied. I ought to know. I’d spent the 
better part of two days on top of him. And muscle hadn’t been the only hard part
of him. 

Damn Sean! 

This was the last thing I needed right now. I drank the bourbon straight down 
and winced at the burn. I made up my mind. Tomorrow I would tell him that we had
to stop this…. this what? I’d been grinding my cock into him for two days. What
was that? What had he done? He had come up on me by accident. But he had stayed,
hadn’t he? He’d watched until I had come for him… oh hell, I came so fucking 
hard because he was watching me. 

We didn’t have a shoot the next day. I think we’d fucked up so badly doing Amon
Hen that Peter had given up on us. Well, we’d been at it for 9 days without a 
day off, so I suppose Peter figured we’d do a better job with a little rest. I 
was going to sleep in. But at some unholy early hour, I heard a car horn 
outside. I peeped out the window, and there was Sean. He was in Orli’s jeep. He 
got out and came to the door. 

"Viggo! I know you’re awake. I saw you peep out. Come and let me in." 

I dragged on a pair of sweats and stumbled to the door. Sean had coffee. He 
never drank coffee, but he’d brought me some. I was touched, then felt 
incredibly stupid that I’d be so silly over a cup of coffee. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I was still half asleep. 

"We’re going to Amon Hen." 

"What the hell for?" 

"We’re going to finish what we started." 

For a moment, I had no idea what he was talking about. What had we.. oh, fuck! 
He meant me and him, not the movie.I got dressed and went with him. I said 
nothing on the drive, and he said little, commenting on the weather, but I got 
the impression that he was furious with me. I had no idea why. 

We walked into the little patch of woods where Boromir met his demise. Neither
of us said much. I just sat down and waited for him to say something. He paced a
bit then finally turned toward me. 

"Do you want me?" Sean asked me. Simple. Point blank. 

I could not, for the life of me, answer him. I opened my mouth, but not one word
would come out of it. I stood up and looked at him, saying nothing. 

I shouldn’t have been surprised at what happened next, but I was. Before I could
do anything, I felt myself being forcibly shoved back against the tree. His 
mouth came down on mine, hard, hungry. I tried to turn away. He wouldn’t allow 
it. He turned my face back toward his with one hand. And Sean kissed me again, 
his tongue plunging into my mouth, fucking my mouth with his tongue as his hands
and body pinned me to the tree. 

"Say it, Viggo," he growled into my ear as he shoved his hips against me, 
forcing me to feel his arousal. His breath was hot, and his words set me on 
fire. I forgot to breathe for a few seconds. Damn him to hell! I wanted to tell
him that I wanted him, had for such a long time, but the words, they hung in my
throat and wouldn’t come out. 

"Tell me what you want, Viggo." His accent was thick. He bit my neck gently, 
tasting it with his tongue as his hands began to wander here and there. I felt 
him brush across my nipple, felt him touch my hip. His body was still crushed 
against me. He was so hard. I wanted .. I wanted him on me and in me and under 
me. I wanted to taste and breathe him. I wanted …I couldn’t tell him. His mouth
devoured mine in a kiss that felt like he was sucking the very soul from me. 

"Goddammit, tell me!" He bit me and rammed his hips against me. 

I gave up… and I gave in. "You! I want you. I want… Sean. Dear god, Sean,
please. I need …. Anything, everything. Please, Sean, just take me." It all came
spilling out like I’d never spoken a word and had saved them all up for this
occasion. 

He kissed me again, his hands shaking as bad as mine were. We undressed each 
other. Gods, but he was beautiful. I wish that I could paint something so 
wonderful or write a poem that could explain him, but he stands alone. And he 
wanted me. 

Sean began to kiss me all over, I say began because by the time he got down to 
my chest, I was begging him to hurry, to do something, to do anything. He did. 
He turned me around facing the tree. I felt him press into me. He was slick, 
very slick, but I was still not quite prepared for him, for what he was going to
do. He grunted as he entered me. I cried out his name. It hurt, damn, it hurt. 
But then it hurt less, and less as he slid his hand around and took my cock. He 
moved into me again and again. I screamed his name every time his cock found my
prostate. His grunts and groans were the most erotic things I’d ever heard. 
Until he said, "Come with me, Viggo," into my ear just before we both came. 

Sean held me up against the tree and turned me back around. He was breathless as
he put his head against mine. "See? That wasn’t so bad was it?"