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"And how were the little buggers?" Sean asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"They were relating the most interesting rumors. A whole group of related ones, actually."

Sean chewed the bite rather thoroughly. When he could speak again, he asked, "And?"

"One about the size of my cock."

Sean just nodded thoughtfully and took another huge bite of sandwich.

"One about your ass."

That raised an eyebrow.

"One about the activities of these seemingly disparate body parts and their possible behaviors together, when not needed on set."

That got a snort.

"And a truly outrageous one about what goes on behind locked doors in Lijah's loft…"

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I found this bunny hopping around:

"I swear to God, you're bigger than Viggo!"

"I swear to God, you're bigger than Viggo!"

"I swear to God, you're bigger than Viggo!"

It was caroming around his brain in a maddening echo.

After they had all made their escape from the balcony, they had gaped at each other wordlessly for a few moments, then said "holy shit!" about fifty times. When the shock wore off a little more, they got to the point where all they laughed helplessly and sputtered out "Oh my god! Oh my god!", clutching their sides and crying. Finally, they had started their patented hobbitsnOrli round of endless jokes about it. But the big finale was what the other guys kept talking about, because, well yeah, it was a pretty spectacular display of aural fireworks. For him, though, what was fusing all the neural pathways in his brain was one thought and one thought only: "I swear to God, you're bigger than Viggo!"

As in... Viggo. Was married. Kid. Viggo. Viggo who is apparently... gay. Or bi, or whatever, but... Viggo. Viggo's cock. With Bean. A guy. Viggo's cock. Oh shit.

Want.

I don't know what his name is, but I think he might belong to you.

(I like yours, too!!)