Tight Leather Lace-up...
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Title: Tight Leather Lace-up...
Author:
helena_s_renn
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Prompt(s): #16: please
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened. "Legend of the Seeker" belongs to Terry Goodkind and ABC Studios, Buckaroo Entertainment, and Ghost House Pictures
Summary: There is little that does not lead to, well, you know.
Author's Note: Actually, my kids accused me of this...
"I swear, Viggo - you had to have been consultant on wardrobe."
The men sprawled on Viggo's huge sectional couch, watching Legend of the Seeker on DVD. Sean sounded almost indignant, but also, almost, proud. Fictionally, but still. He dropped a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth and smirked.
"What are you talking about?" Viggo filched some popcorn from Sean's bowl and stuck it down his shirt.
"Oi! Yeh twat!" Sean huffed. He lifted up his shirt and bushed the mess onto the floor, giving Viggo that insolent look that was sure to make him hard. He also didn't answer. They went back to watching.
After a while, Sean was tsk-tsk-ing and shaking his head.
"What now?"
Sean tried to hold in his amusement, nostrils quivering. "All those lace-up leather trousers! All so tight! They are absolutely porny! Like I said, I'd swear to god that you wrote those in."
"You like those Mord-Sith?"
"Well, yeah, but... I meant," and here Sean almost whispered, "look at that arse. And...er, his tackle! Not as impressive as yours, but..." he gave up on murmuring. If anything, his tone said he was trying to justify his wandering eye. "How could I NOT look? It draws one. Mine and everyone who watches thing. Absolutely sinful."
"Oh, Sean, yes, Craig's very nice. Both of them. In those. And I don't mind if you think so." Viggo showed his teeth and chuckled, knowing exactly what Sean was getting at, or would, eventually. He'd stolen them from the set of Rings. They'd never lost their charms. Thanks to Viggo's. And Sean's appreciation. "Go put in the next disc, and I'll show you exactly who wears the tight leather lace-up pants around here."
"Please."
Viggo would have to earn every single word he'd said in challenge.
Fin.
Author:
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Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Prompt(s): #16: please
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened. "Legend of the Seeker" belongs to Terry Goodkind and ABC Studios, Buckaroo Entertainment, and Ghost House Pictures
Summary: There is little that does not lead to, well, you know.
Author's Note: Actually, my kids accused me of this...
"I swear, Viggo - you had to have been consultant on wardrobe."
The men sprawled on Viggo's huge sectional couch, watching Legend of the Seeker on DVD. Sean sounded almost indignant, but also, almost, proud. Fictionally, but still. He dropped a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth and smirked.
"What are you talking about?" Viggo filched some popcorn from Sean's bowl and stuck it down his shirt.
"Oi! Yeh twat!" Sean huffed. He lifted up his shirt and bushed the mess onto the floor, giving Viggo that insolent look that was sure to make him hard. He also didn't answer. They went back to watching.
After a while, Sean was tsk-tsk-ing and shaking his head.
"What now?"
Sean tried to hold in his amusement, nostrils quivering. "All those lace-up leather trousers! All so tight! They are absolutely porny! Like I said, I'd swear to god that you wrote those in."
"You like those Mord-Sith?"
"Well, yeah, but... I meant," and here Sean almost whispered, "look at that arse. And...er, his tackle! Not as impressive as yours, but..." he gave up on murmuring. If anything, his tone said he was trying to justify his wandering eye. "How could I NOT look? It draws one. Mine and everyone who watches thing. Absolutely sinful."
"Oh, Sean, yes, Craig's very nice. Both of them. In those. And I don't mind if you think so." Viggo showed his teeth and chuckled, knowing exactly what Sean was getting at, or would, eventually. He'd stolen them from the set of Rings. They'd never lost their charms. Thanks to Viggo's. And Sean's appreciation. "Go put in the next disc, and I'll show you exactly who wears the tight leather lace-up pants around here."
"Please."
Viggo would have to earn every single word he'd said in challenge.
Fin.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:43 pm (UTC)I'll show you exactly who wears the tight leather lace-up pants around here
oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, baby! very nice!
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Date: 2011-07-17 11:58 pm (UTC)Whatever breeches they wore under all those long tunics for Rings, as far as I'm concerned, THIS is what they really were.
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Date: 2011-07-05 06:53 pm (UTC)This is brilliant. Oh how I wished to be a mouse but then no need. For you just shared this wonderful, lusty, funny and wanting for more moment with us all.
Thanks for that.
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