Ficlet: tea
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splixTitle: Tea
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: R
Author: Alex
Warning: AU
Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
seans_50 challenge.
Beta: the most excellent![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kimberlite.
Disclaimer: Utterly untrue.
Note: The idea behind this series of fics is that Sean and Viggo are members of a fictional ballet company in New York City beginning in the late 70s, a period when ballet was still a fairly popular cultural attraction. This way I can also stay true to their actual ages. It will generally be linear, and will range in rating from G to NC-17. Hope you enjoy.
Prompt: Tea
*
May 1976
“I’m not very tidy,” Sean apologized as he fumbled with the three locks on his door. “I didn’t really plan on –“
“It’s no big thing, Sean,” Javier shrugged. “Let’s get in, though. Bloody dark out here in the hall.”
Sean glanced around the bedsit in dismay. God, it was a mess. He shoved a pile of laundry from the bed onto the floor and threw the afghan his granny had knitted atop it. He wedged some used towels into the toilet alcove and kicked the door shut with his heel. Nothing much to be done about the pile of unopened post and takeaway cartons on the table now. He wished he were the neat sort.
“Mi Dios, you weren’t kidding.” Javier lifted one eyebrow and glanced around the room.
“Sorry, it’s usually...well, actually, it’s usually this disgusting.” Sean opened a window, propping it with the creepy bust of Napoleon that had been under the bed when he’d moved in. “You want some tea?”
“No thanks.” Javier gingerly seated himself on the edge of the bed.
“You mind if I --?”
“Go ahead.” Leaning back on his elbows, Javier watched Sean make a cup of tea on the electric ring. “You’ve got a cute arse, you know that?”
Sean kept his back turned, knowing his face had shaded to crimson. “Thanks.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Jesus. That’s a little...personal, isn’t it?” Sean put too much sugar in his tea, then scalded his mouth on the first sip. “Fuck.”
A wicked grin curved Javier’s lips. “That’s what I’m wondering.” He patted the space next to him. “Come and sit. Tell me every filthy detail, if there are any to tell.”
Sean sat an armspan from Javier, cradling his tea in both hands. “No, I’m not a virgin. Me and this girl did it last summer.” He blew on the tea to cool it and couldn’t bring himself to meet Javier’s eyes.
“You and a girl! How old are you, Sean?”
“Seventeen, last month.”
“Seventeen!” Javier put a hand to his forehead. “Am I breaking any laws just by sitting here with you?”
“I don’t think so,” Sean laughed. He considered it more seriously. “No, I don’t think so.”
Javier grinned. “I don’t know. I mean, just thinking about you might be considered statutory rape. I wouldn’t want to rape you with my mind.” He reached out and traced one finger down Sean’s thigh, then lightly circled his knee. “Unless you wanted it, of course.”
Some of the tea spilled. Sean righted the mug quickly, aware that his breath was coming in ragged gasps and that he was so hard it hurt. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. You knew the moment I asked to come here. And I knew you’d never ask me yourself.” Javier gently pried the mug from Sean’s grasp and set it on the bedside table. Slowly, he pushed Sean back until he lay supine, then slid his hands down Sean’s chest and unbuttoned his jeans. “You want this, don’t you, Sean?”
“Yes,” Sean whispered. “Yes.”
*
My table is here
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: R
Author: Alex
Warning: AU
Written for the
seans_50 challenge.Beta: the most excellent
kimberlite.Disclaimer: Utterly untrue.
Note: The idea behind this series of fics is that Sean and Viggo are members of a fictional ballet company in New York City beginning in the late 70s, a period when ballet was still a fairly popular cultural attraction. This way I can also stay true to their actual ages. It will generally be linear, and will range in rating from G to NC-17. Hope you enjoy.
Prompt: Tea
*
May 1976
“I’m not very tidy,” Sean apologized as he fumbled with the three locks on his door. “I didn’t really plan on –“
“It’s no big thing, Sean,” Javier shrugged. “Let’s get in, though. Bloody dark out here in the hall.”
Sean glanced around the bedsit in dismay. God, it was a mess. He shoved a pile of laundry from the bed onto the floor and threw the afghan his granny had knitted atop it. He wedged some used towels into the toilet alcove and kicked the door shut with his heel. Nothing much to be done about the pile of unopened post and takeaway cartons on the table now. He wished he were the neat sort.
“Mi Dios, you weren’t kidding.” Javier lifted one eyebrow and glanced around the room.
“Sorry, it’s usually...well, actually, it’s usually this disgusting.” Sean opened a window, propping it with the creepy bust of Napoleon that had been under the bed when he’d moved in. “You want some tea?”
“No thanks.” Javier gingerly seated himself on the edge of the bed.
“You mind if I --?”
“Go ahead.” Leaning back on his elbows, Javier watched Sean make a cup of tea on the electric ring. “You’ve got a cute arse, you know that?”
Sean kept his back turned, knowing his face had shaded to crimson. “Thanks.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Jesus. That’s a little...personal, isn’t it?” Sean put too much sugar in his tea, then scalded his mouth on the first sip. “Fuck.”
A wicked grin curved Javier’s lips. “That’s what I’m wondering.” He patted the space next to him. “Come and sit. Tell me every filthy detail, if there are any to tell.”
Sean sat an armspan from Javier, cradling his tea in both hands. “No, I’m not a virgin. Me and this girl did it last summer.” He blew on the tea to cool it and couldn’t bring himself to meet Javier’s eyes.
“You and a girl! How old are you, Sean?”
“Seventeen, last month.”
“Seventeen!” Javier put a hand to his forehead. “Am I breaking any laws just by sitting here with you?”
“I don’t think so,” Sean laughed. He considered it more seriously. “No, I don’t think so.”
Javier grinned. “I don’t know. I mean, just thinking about you might be considered statutory rape. I wouldn’t want to rape you with my mind.” He reached out and traced one finger down Sean’s thigh, then lightly circled his knee. “Unless you wanted it, of course.”
Some of the tea spilled. Sean righted the mug quickly, aware that his breath was coming in ragged gasps and that he was so hard it hurt. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. You knew the moment I asked to come here. And I knew you’d never ask me yourself.” Javier gently pried the mug from Sean’s grasp and set it on the bedside table. Slowly, he pushed Sean back until he lay supine, then slid his hands down Sean’s chest and unbuttoned his jeans. “You want this, don’t you, Sean?”
“Yes,” Sean whispered. “Yes.”
*
My table is here
