Ficlet: Olympic Openings (SB/VM, PG-13)
Title: Olympic Openings
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: PG-13
Archive:fellow_shippers bean_squee rugbytackle sons_of_gondor
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please tell me if there are any mistakes.
Notes: Not sure if this would work for the Sports Challenge, but I did hear this in the opening ceremonies and I had to write it in for these boys.
Viggo grinned as he heard a clatter of dishes in the kitchen and a few moments later, Sean came racing into the living room.
"What was that?" Sean asked, staring at the television screen, his mouth hanging open.
"The Olympics," Viggo said simply. "Well, the opening ceremonies, to be precise."
"That's not what I mean," Sean gasped. "What was that about the Danes?"
"Oh, that..." Viggo said with a smirk, finally turning away from the television. "About the Danes being the best in Europe with the shuttlecock?"
Sean just looked back and forth from the television to Viggo and back again, his mouth hanging open.
"You do know they're talking about badminton, right babe?" Viggo asked with a grin.
"Yeah, but it just sounds so... so wrong," Sean said. "I mean, did whoever wrote this not think about how it was going to sound?"
Viggo reached out and drew Sean into his lap.
"I don't know," Viggo said, hands already moving toward the fly of Sean's jeans, lips brushing Sean's neck. "Sounds 'bout right to me."
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: PG-13
Archive:fellow_shippers bean_squee rugbytackle sons_of_gondor
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please tell me if there are any mistakes.
Notes: Not sure if this would work for the Sports Challenge, but I did hear this in the opening ceremonies and I had to write it in for these boys.
Viggo grinned as he heard a clatter of dishes in the kitchen and a few moments later, Sean came racing into the living room.
"What was that?" Sean asked, staring at the television screen, his mouth hanging open.
"The Olympics," Viggo said simply. "Well, the opening ceremonies, to be precise."
"That's not what I mean," Sean gasped. "What was that about the Danes?"
"Oh, that..." Viggo said with a smirk, finally turning away from the television. "About the Danes being the best in Europe with the shuttlecock?"
Sean just looked back and forth from the television to Viggo and back again, his mouth hanging open.
"You do know they're talking about badminton, right babe?" Viggo asked with a grin.
"Yeah, but it just sounds so... so wrong," Sean said. "I mean, did whoever wrote this not think about how it was going to sound?"
Viggo reached out and drew Sean into his lap.
"I don't know," Viggo said, hands already moving toward the fly of Sean's jeans, lips brushing Sean's neck. "Sounds 'bout right to me."