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I really am still planning to complete it.
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halszka requested Sean on his knees.
Title: Lost
Author:muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Orlando could use a minder.
Content/warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's ownporno script, populated by the individuals she feels would be ideal to fill the various roles if she ruled the universe if she were ever fortunate enough have the opportunity to bring her vision to the screen. *snortle*
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
Note: Written for that prompt thing. This is forhalszka, who requested Sean Bean on his knees.
Damned hobbitsnOrli. It was worse than working with children. At least children had over-protective parents and tutors and minders of all sorts. Orlando Bloom could use a minder. But Astin could only do so much.
Which was why Sean was now crawling around on his living room floor looking for a set of lost keys.
"Sean?"
And that would be Viggo – yet another one that could use a minder. Hadn't he left already? Sean wasn't hosting another one of these things. If the Fellowship wanted a reunion in LA, they could do it at Lij's. Or Viggo's, for that matter.
"In here," Sean yelled back, struggling to reach his arm as far under the couch as possible.
"Whoa," came Viggo's rasping voice from the doorway.
Sean twisted his neck back to look at him. Orli and Billy crowded the doorway behind him.
"Oh, this does not count," Viggo said to Orli with a laugh.
"It does!" Billy crowed. "Orli got him on his knees before you did!"
Sean scowled. Orli held up a perfectly good set of keys, giving him a cheeky grin. Sena's eyes narrowed and the scowl became deeper and more dangerous as he realized he was crawling around on the floor, ass in the air, because of some stupid wager. Orli saw the look and had the good sense to run. By the time Sean extricated himself from under the couch it was too late to catch him.
Viggo didn't run.
Sean came back, panting, slamming the front door behind him. Viggo was smirking.
"You cheated," Sean said.
"No. We started this afternoon." Viggo's smirk became a face of stone, his eyes were hard. Sean saw his king there.
He fell to his knees.
I'm not completely happy with this one. I might revisit it.
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
I really am still planning to complete it.
halszka requested Sean on his knees.Title: Lost
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Orlando could use a minder.
Content/warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's own
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckNote: Written for that prompt thing. This is for
halszka, who requested Sean Bean on his knees.Damned hobbitsnOrli. It was worse than working with children. At least children had over-protective parents and tutors and minders of all sorts. Orlando Bloom could use a minder. But Astin could only do so much.
Which was why Sean was now crawling around on his living room floor looking for a set of lost keys.
"Sean?"
And that would be Viggo – yet another one that could use a minder. Hadn't he left already? Sean wasn't hosting another one of these things. If the Fellowship wanted a reunion in LA, they could do it at Lij's. Or Viggo's, for that matter.
"In here," Sean yelled back, struggling to reach his arm as far under the couch as possible.
"Whoa," came Viggo's rasping voice from the doorway.
Sean twisted his neck back to look at him. Orli and Billy crowded the doorway behind him.
"Oh, this does not count," Viggo said to Orli with a laugh.
"It does!" Billy crowed. "Orli got him on his knees before you did!"
Sean scowled. Orli held up a perfectly good set of keys, giving him a cheeky grin. Sena's eyes narrowed and the scowl became deeper and more dangerous as he realized he was crawling around on the floor, ass in the air, because of some stupid wager. Orli saw the look and had the good sense to run. By the time Sean extricated himself from under the couch it was too late to catch him.
Viggo didn't run.
Sean came back, panting, slamming the front door behind him. Viggo was smirking.
"You cheated," Sean said.
"No. We started this afternoon." Viggo's smirk became a face of stone, his eyes were hard. Sean saw his king there.
He fell to his knees.
I'm not completely happy with this one. I might revisit it.
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
