A birthday selection

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Pairing/Rating: Viggo/Sean AU
Universe: Glorious Twelfth
Disclaimer: This only happened inside my head.
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Notes: I don't post publicly as a rule but today is a rather special day so I thought I'd make an exception ;) I did the viggos_50 challenge but didn't post them on the comm. This is a selection from the fifty, ranging from G to NC17. All drabbles or multiples thereof are located in an alternative universe where Sean is a Scottish landowner (Laird) and Viggo is his business partner and lover. I'm not unlocking the whole back series but suffice to say they met when Viggo was a member of a shooting party on the estate. They have a feisty housekeeper called Isobel and her assistant, Maggie and then there's Dougal the gamekeeper/gillie/factor.

The happiest of birthdays to the most beautiful of men!

-- [Arrival 100 words, G Prompt: Greet ] --

Inverness Airport Arrivals: 17.30.

Sean grins at Viggo. "So, no accidents this time?" he asks. "No fractures or illnesses?"

"Nope."

"Everyone well?"

"Yup."

"Including you?"

"Yup."

"And are the dogs okay?"

"Yup."

Outside the terminal 17.35

Viggo points to where the car is parked.

Sean nods. "Yeah, I see it. No problems at the farm?" he asks.

"Nope."

"Venison selling okay?"

"Yup."

"Good weather?"

"Nope."

"Landrover acting up?"

"Nope."

At approximately 17.40, Sean is pressed hard against the side of the Landrover and most thoroughly and deliciously kissed.

"Missed me?" Sean asks breathlessly.

Viggo smiles a wide happy smile. "Nope..."

-- [Come next spring 100 words, G Prompt: Fifty] --

"Happy birthday," Sean whispers huskily. "So... fifty, eh? That means cheaper car insurance, SAGA holidays and one step closer to your bus pass. Not that we've many buses up here mind, and I'm not sure you qualify for cheaper insurance with you not being British, like."

Viggo sighs. "Yeah, yeah. But I don't know why you're smiling, because come next spring you'll be joining me..."

Sean chuckles and rolls Viggo onto his back. "I know," he murmurs, covering Viggo's body with his own and kissing him hungrily. "But until then, I'll just enjoy making love to an older man..."

-- [I don't do waiting... 200 words, Rish Prompt: Kiss ] --

"Are you finished, Mister Mortensen?"

Sitting at the dining room table late one night poring over some spreadsheets from the farm, Viggo starts at the husky voice behind him. "Yes, Laird."

"D'you kiss, Mister Mortensen?" Sean murmurs huskily and Viggo smiles, remembering the night Sean had first asked that question. Viggo had never forgotten that night - or any of the others that had followed for that matter.

"Yes," he whispers in reply, turning and lifting his head; immediately his mouth is taken in a slow, tender yet hungry kiss - Sean's kiss.

"I do..." Viggo continues with a sigh as Sean straightens slightly. "And I do more than kiss," he adds softly. "As well you know..."

"How much more?" Sean whispers.

"Wait and see." Viggo licks his lips.

"I don't do waiting." Sean grins and pulls Viggo to his feet. "So why don't you remind me what else you do - now, Mister Mortensen."

"What? Right here?" Viggo asks, gasping as Sean tugs open his shirt buttons. "Maggie just polished this table this afternoon, Laird; she'll have your ass in the morning…"

"Probably," Sean chuckles, unzipping his pants. "But tonight? Tonight my arse is yours, Mister Mortensen - all yours..."

-- [Power surge 300 words, G Prompt: Candle ] --

"Shit." This was the third time this month that the electricity had gone off around this time in the evening; must be a power surge somewhere. Viggo stands dripping for a moment, hoping that the lights might come back on, but they don't so he staggers out of the shower cubicle and fumbles for the towel rail in the inky blackness of the bathroom. "Damn power," he curses, wrapping himself in a large towel warm from the heated rail and pulls open the door to their bedroom. Sean has already lit some candles and the open fire has made the room glow with welcome warmth and light.

"We'll have to get someone in to look at that fusebox. There's some kind of power surge going on," he mutters, rubbing at his wet hair.

"We will - first thing in the morning," Sean says soothingly, slipping off his robe and sliding into bed. "But right now we might as well turn in for the night."

"But it's not even ten o'clock yet. And I was going to do those letters tonight and now I can't..."

Sean sighs and snuggles down under the covers, his gaze never leaving Viggo's body as he finishes drying himself off. It wasn't that he normally needed to cajole his lover into bed, but these past few weeks Viggo had been a little distracted. "Never mind - do them in the morning. Dry off and come to bed instead. Come here and let me remind you just how incredibly, wonderfully hot you are."

Viggo grins. Who could resist that invitation? "Okay... Seeing as you asked so nicely..."


Earlier...

"Dougal, I need another favour..."

"Of course, Laird. Something to do with fusebox again?"

"You guessed."

"Any particular time, Laird?"

"Around ten'd be just grand."

"Leave it with me..."

-- [Plant 500 words, NC-17 Prompt: Feather ] --

"I'm still waiting to hear how you ended up with grouse feathers in your boxers," Sean murmurs as he leaves a slow wet lick up the length of Viggo's cock.

"And I told you I don't know," Viggo hisses, squirming under Sean's deliciously teasing lips and tongue. "In fact I'm beginning to think you planted them there, Laird; I thought I felt a tickle when I put them on this morning..."

"Me? Plant feathers in your drawers? What an outrageous suggestion, Mister Mortensen," Sean chuckles, pushing two lubed fingers into Viggo's eager body and huffing warm breath over his engorged cock. Then with a sigh, he sucks the hard flesh into his mouth. For a few moments he sucks hard, purring with pleasure and probing his fingers deep while Viggo whimpers and bucks beneath him. Then, letting Viggo's wet and shining cock slip from his lips and withdrawing his fingers, Sean smiles. "In fact, I'm of a mind to give you a good fucking just for suggesting it..."

"About bloody time," Viggo gasps, spreading his legs and tugging on Sean's hair as if to encourage him up the bed. "So get on with it..."

Sean grins and reaches for the lube once more. "When I'm good and ready, Mister Mortensen," he growls, biting his lip as he spreads the cool fluid up and down his heated shaft. "Or mebbe I should call you Mister Featherknickers," Sean adds with a leer as he grasps Viggo's hips and unceremoniously flips him over and onto his knees. "Keep your head down and your arse in the air; I want to watch meself fuck you," he growls, spreading Viggo's cheeks and pressing the blunt head of his cock against Viggo's slicked hole.

"Kinky bastard," Viggo mutters breathlessly, spreading his legs wide. "Just get inside me."

"Yes." Sean strokes a trembling hand down Viggo's back and buttocks, then with a growl grips his hips and thrusts in deep.

Viggo gasps and whimpers and Sean stills, sucking in a shuddering breath of much needed air. Oh fuck... always so bloody tight. So tight and hot I could lose it right now...

"Shh... Relax, love," Sean whispers, loosening the grip of his fingers and staring down at his cock buried in Viggo's body. Oh, christ... "Relax..."

"Bit fucking late for that," Viggo growls and pushes back hard against Sean, driving him deeper than he thought physiologically possible. "Way too late. I need this, I need you," Viggo growls, the words forced as he bites down hard on his lip and blood pounds in his ears.

Now it's Sean's turn to whimper. "Yes," he hisses between gritted teeth, withdrawing and thrusting back in hard. Watching himself all the time, he fucks Viggo in a relentless pounding rhythm, listening to all the amazing, erotic sounds his lover is making. Then from the litany of curses and whimpering moans, Sean hears two soft but clearly spoken words. "Sean, please..."

And as always, those two words are enough to undo him.

-- [Good authority 300 words, R Prompt: River ] --

"I know it's not how most folk would choose to spend an afternoon," Sean whispers, gazing across the flow of water. "But it's great having you here, Viggo."

Viggo grins. "My pleasure... I never thought I'd enjoy standing balls deep in cold water, but I do..."

Sean chuckles. "I have it on the best authority that keeping your bollocks cool is good. The Royals have been doing it over at Balmoral for years."

Viggo chuckles softly. "Maybe it's the bollock cooling that explains why they speak like they do... But you know? I'm not sure my balls are being cooled standing here. I mean, right now I think they're somewhere near the back of my throat."

Sean snorts with laughter and casts out a little more line, the fly dancing across the water. "I'd still find 'em," he murmurs, imagining his hand slipping between Viggo's legs. "I like the thought of 'em waiting to be found and warmed..."

Viggo swallows, tasting desire in his mouth as he stares at Sean. "Yeah? Well, I prefer them already warm and ready to empty themselves into your ass or your throat. Or being sucked each in turn into your mouth while you do that wonderful wicked thing with your tongue..."

Sean flushes but smiles proudly. "You like that, eh?" he asks huskily.

"Hell, yes. I'd have thought that was obvious," Viggo whispers with a wink. "You've asked me to keep the noise down more than once..."

Sean straightens, about to reply but at that moment the salmon Viggo has been watching bites and he watches silently as his man expertly reels in and lands it.

"I think it's your cooling bollocks that's making the difference to our success on this beat," he murmurs. "Because these days we actually catch something now and then..."

-- [Important places 300 words, G Prompt: Air ] --

Sean turns off the engine and climbs off the quadbike. He can hear Viggo talking before he catches sight of him, but then suddenly there he is, wearing a kilt, a pair of old leather gloves, rolled down wellington boots and bugger all else. Sometimes, Sean swore Viggo dressed like this just to goad him; but then he'd remember that Viggo really had no idea of the effect he had on people; well, maybe not everyone, but most definitely Sean.

"You do realise you'll scare the wildlife looking like that," Sean murmurs as he approaches, his eyes already taking in the fine film of perspiration on Viggo's chest, arms, neck and face.

Dougal snorts with laughter but Viggo just raises one eyebrow. "Tough. It's hot and sticky but fucking soaking underfoot, Laird; what else was I supposed to wear? I don't want to ruin my boots. Sure, the heather tickles sometimes, but at least the kilt means I get air to my important places."

Sean chuckles. "That's too much information, Mister Mortensen. I'd rather you didn't say fuck or talk about your important places in front of Dougal."

"Dougal doesn't mind, do you, Dougal?" Viggo asks with a wink.

"Not at all, Viggo," Dougal says with a grin. "But I'll be away back for a spot of lunch if that's okay with you, Laird, of course."

Sean turns and smiles. "Of course it is. That's what I came up here to tell you to do - and I've already sent the other lads back. Isobel's done a ton of sandwiches and Maggie's made some lemonade; just the thing on a hot day." Sean pauses, pulls some keys from his pocket and tosses them to his gamekeeper. "Here - take the quad bike, Dougal; we'll be down in a few minutes."



-- [Glove 400 words, R Prompt: Hands] --

"You've got a lot done this morning," Sean murmurs, eyeing the line of newly erected deer fencing. "You and Dougal make a good team..."

"We do, I guess." Viggo grins and wipes his forehead with his arm, nodding in the general direction of the house. "The other two are used to working together so it makes sense for Dougal to keep an eye on me - make sure I don't do anything stupid," he adds with a wink, as he bends to tidy up the tools.

Sean watches for a couple of moments, entranced by the way the sunlight is playing on the soft hair on Viggo's sweaty chest. Then he clears his throat and forces himself to move and help. Within a few minutes the equipment is safely stored in the back of the Landrover.

"So, Mister Mortensen, how're your important places?" Sean asks huskily.

"That's a very personal question, Laird," Viggo murmurs in reply, making no attempt to move. "But seeing as you asked so nicely, they're a bit warm. But not as warm as they'd be if I was wearing pants like you. I'm thinking your important places must be very warm..."

"They are, now you come to mention it," Sean murmurs, moving a little closer and trailing his index finger down Viggo's breastbone and catching Viggo's eye. "Are you wearing your kilt in the highland way?"

"Of course," Viggo whispers, his breath hitching a little at this simple touch. "Is there another way?"

Sean licks his lips and glances up and down the track. Not that there's a chance of anyone being there, but old habits died hard. "No," he replies, pushing Viggo against the side of the Landrover just like Viggo had done to him at the airport a few weeks ago. "Well, not in your book any road," he growls, slipping a hand under the tartan and cupping one lean buttock.

"Not sure this is Laird-like behaviour," Viggo whispers, closing his eyes against the sun and snagging an arm round Sean's neck. "But I'm game if you are..."

"Game?" Sean asks innocently, stroking his fingers down over Viggo's hip, then slipping them between his legs. "I don't know what you mean..."

"Like hell you don't," Viggo growls, his free but still gloved hand expertly opening Sean's fly and finding his already hardening cock. "And I know you're going to love the feel of leather..."



-- ["So, was that lunch?" 300 words, R Prompt: Scent ] --

Jesus fucking Christ... Sean staggers a little as leather-clad fingers stroke him. His eyes close for a moment, and he breathes deeply, catching the scent of heather and leather and sweat and... "Viggo..."

"That's me," Viggo mutters, stroking a little faster and harder. "So reciprocate, Laird; things are getting warmer under here..."

"Sorry," Sean gasps, moving his fingers up the length of Viggo's silky hard cock, quickly finding a rhythm with that wonderful hand on his own flesh. Everything around seems to fade as the heat between them quickly grows.

"Oh fuck," Viggo gasps, gazing down at the wet head of Sean's cock sliding through his gloved fist. The sight and feel of Sean's hand moving on him makes his gut clench and too soon he feels the beginning of orgasm. "You're so hot - too hot - and I'm losing it," he gasps, his eyes closing.

"Not without me, you're not," Sean growls in response.

But by now Viggo has no words to argue or any breath to say them if he did. His thigh muscles tremble and he shudders, his neck arching, then gives in to the skilled movements of Sean's hand and comes with soft cry of delight. Seconds later, Sean is right there with him, spraying warm seed over Viggo's chest and belly.

A few minutes later locked in a sticky, sweaty embrace, Viggo opens his eyes to see Sean smiling at him like the lazy cat who got all the cream.

"Love you," Sean whispers, straightening and purring with pleasure as Viggo tenderly tucks him away. "And you were right about the leather..."

"Of course I was," Viggo replies with a smile. "So... was that lunch, Laird?"

Sean chuckles, licking his sticky fingers. "No love, that was starters - now let's go home for dessert."

-- [Maybe next year 100 words, G Prompt: Worship ] --

"What d'you think?" Sean asks.

"Well," Viggo replies, "if I'm honest, I'm getting tired of being pressed up against the door and forced to adopt a list that would put most sea-going vessels out of commission."

"Oh," Sean replies. "I didn't realise you felt that strongly about it."

Viggo swallows; he knows this is hurting Sean. "Well, you asked me. And you've got to admit it's uncomfortable, Sean - arse-achingly uncomfortable. There's no finesse or refinement. It's time to try something different."

"Yeah, okay. Maybe next year."

"Okay." Viggo smiles. He knows Sean'll never sell; he worshipped that old Landrover...

Comments

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Lovely, just lovely, all of them !

[liars-dance.livejournal.com]

thank you!! *g* The remainder are on my LJ by the way :)

[liars-dance.livejournal.com]

thank you! Glad you enjoyed them :) The remainder are on my LJ if you're interested :)

[booboofix.livejournal.com]

Such a happy world you create, happy and HOT! Thanks for sharing. Hope beautiful Viggo's birthday is half as happy in the real world.

[liars-dance.livejournal.com]

thank you! I hope his birthday was a good one too :)

[ribby.livejournal.com]

*happy squee!* I've missed these two, and this is such a wonderful set of bits of their life, and those around them. Happy birthday to Viggo, and what a lovely gift *we* get! *grin* Thank you!

*hugs*

~Kris

[liars-dance.livejournal.com]

thank you, Kris! I'm so pleased you enjoyed these - I have a real soft spot for this unverse :)

[mistry89.livejournal.com]

(i>"So, no accidents this time?"
*g*
From the first to the last, every one a gem - Thank you!

[liars-dance.livejournal.com]

Thank you!! The rest are on my LJ if you're interested ;)

[mistry89.livejournal.com]

Who me? Nah .... *g*

[brigantine.livejournal.com]

Love that last one! Well all of them really (outdoorsy kilt-sex, yay!), but a little G-rated humor at the very end sums them all up wonderfully. ;D

[liars-dance.livejournal.com]

thankyou!! I thought it would be a good one to finish with :)

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

Oh absolutely wonderful!

I laughed out loud, I sighed with pleasure and it was an absolute delight to visit the Laird and Mister Mortensen in their native surroundings again!

Happy Birthday, Viggo!

[liars-dance.livejournal.com]

thankyou! I'm so pleased you enjoyed this selection :) I love this universe and am certain I will visit these two again!

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

Oh good! But, how could you resist . . .?

*rubs hands in glee*

[hurinhouse.livejournal.com]

i love all of these- what a cheeky relationship. well done and thank you fro sharing. i'm bummed i've missed other vigsean fics from you.

[liars-dance.livejournal.com]

thank you very much! I'm so pleased you enjoyed these :)