Ficlet: The New and The Old (SB/VM, PG)
Title: The New and The Old
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: PG
Archive:fellow_shippers bean_squee rugbytackle sons_of_gondor
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please tell me if there are any mistakes.
Viggo's well-worn jeans were softer than the new sheets Sean had bought for the guest bedroom in anticipation of Viggo's arrival.
Viggo had fallen asleep on the couch watching the news, beer and jet lag finally catching up with him. Sean had remembered Viggo saying that he needed to change almost the minute he walked in the door, some child having spilled grape juice on his jeans.
Those jeans were Viggo's favorite jeans. Sean remembered them from New Zealand. They were a lighter color now, except for the purple splotches, and they were a bit more frayed at the ends these days, but they were the same jeans. Sean sighed as he picked up the jeans, wondering if it was his imagination or of he could still feel trace amounts of Viggo's body-heat lingering in the soft material.
Two hours later, the jeans were stain-treated, washed, dried, folded, and placed on the stiff new sheets of the bed of the guest bedroom.
A noise from the doorway made him look up. Viggo stood leaning against the doorframe.
"I washed your jeans," Sean said, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheets. "The stain came out."
"Thanks," Viggo said. "Sorry I feel asleep."
"No problem," Sean said. "I should let you get to sleep in a real bed. That couch couldn't be good for your back."
"Yeah, I could use a good night's sleep," Viggo said with a yawn.
"Ok. Good night then," Sean said and moved to leave the room.
"G'night," Viggo whispered, pulling Sean into a tight hug before he could leave the room.
After a few moments, Viggo released Sean from the embrace and Sean staggered to his room, his ear tingling from Viggo's breath flowing over it and his cock stiffer than the new sheets.
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: PG
Archive:fellow_shippers bean_squee rugbytackle sons_of_gondor
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please tell me if there are any mistakes.
Viggo's well-worn jeans were softer than the new sheets Sean had bought for the guest bedroom in anticipation of Viggo's arrival.
Viggo had fallen asleep on the couch watching the news, beer and jet lag finally catching up with him. Sean had remembered Viggo saying that he needed to change almost the minute he walked in the door, some child having spilled grape juice on his jeans.
Those jeans were Viggo's favorite jeans. Sean remembered them from New Zealand. They were a lighter color now, except for the purple splotches, and they were a bit more frayed at the ends these days, but they were the same jeans. Sean sighed as he picked up the jeans, wondering if it was his imagination or of he could still feel trace amounts of Viggo's body-heat lingering in the soft material.
Two hours later, the jeans were stain-treated, washed, dried, folded, and placed on the stiff new sheets of the bed of the guest bedroom.
A noise from the doorway made him look up. Viggo stood leaning against the doorframe.
"I washed your jeans," Sean said, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheets. "The stain came out."
"Thanks," Viggo said. "Sorry I feel asleep."
"No problem," Sean said. "I should let you get to sleep in a real bed. That couch couldn't be good for your back."
"Yeah, I could use a good night's sleep," Viggo said with a yawn.
"Ok. Good night then," Sean said and moved to leave the room.
"G'night," Viggo whispered, pulling Sean into a tight hug before he could leave the room.
After a few moments, Viggo released Sean from the embrace and Sean staggered to his room, his ear tingling from Viggo's breath flowing over it and his cock stiffer than the new sheets.