He seemed to be mulling it over for a moment, drawing it out as though to torture Viggo a little before lifting his own glass, taking another sip.
"I guess I could come upstairs."
He was taking his time thought, still sunk into his chair with his head down, thinking about what he was committing himself to. It wasn't just about sex--assuming they even got as far as that. It was about getting in deeper. It had just been Christian before, and he could write it off as just a whim. It wasn't him. Now it really was. Now this was something new about himself that he was actually learning. He was saying 'this isn't a one time thing.'
And Viggo was going to be different. He wouldn't be gone in the morning like Christian. He wouldn't be so possessive. He'd be loving, and in a totally different way, and Sean would have to confront that as much as anything else. It wasn't at all going to be like being Christian's bit on the side.
Their hands were still held, and Sean made no effort to pull his away, instead taking his glass with him, and Viggo with his other hand, pulling him off toward the stairs. They climbed together, and Sean hung back sipping his drink as Viggo opened the door.
"What I want to know, Viggo, is why you didn't say anything before? It's been years. If you felt this way... Well there was always New Zealand." If anything there was a note of disappointment in his voice. "We're only getting older, you know."
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He seemed to be mulling it over for a moment, drawing it out as though to torture Viggo a little before lifting his own glass, taking another sip.
"I guess I could come upstairs."
He was taking his time thought, still sunk into his chair with his head down, thinking about what he was committing himself to. It wasn't just about sex--assuming they even got as far as that. It was about getting in deeper. It had just been Christian before, and he could write it off as just a whim. It wasn't him. Now it really was. Now this was something new about himself that he was actually learning. He was saying 'this isn't a one time thing.'
And Viggo was going to be different. He wouldn't be gone in the morning like Christian. He wouldn't be so possessive. He'd be loving, and in a totally different way, and Sean would have to confront that as much as anything else. It wasn't at all going to be like being Christian's bit on the side.
Their hands were still held, and Sean made no effort to pull his away, instead taking his glass with him, and Viggo with his other hand, pulling him off toward the stairs. They climbed together, and Sean hung back sipping his drink as Viggo opened the door.
"What I want to know, Viggo, is why you didn't say anything before? It's been years. If you felt this way... Well there was always New Zealand." If anything there was a note of disappointment in his voice. "We're only getting older, you know."