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rugbytacklePairing/Rating: Viggo/Sean [NC-17]
Disclaimer: This only happened inside our heads. It's all made up – they have an established relationship and essentially, this is just 13,000 words of schmooporn...
Warning: some rimming... ;)
Feedback: We'd love it
Note: posted in two parts because of the length
With a sigh Sean closes the book on the words 'The End' and rests it on his stomach, still smiling to himself. There are some classics he will never tire of re-reading, especially when he is unsettled about something. Feels like going back to a friendly world where all is as it should be and there are no unpleasant surprises... Reluctantly he unfurls himself from the couch and rises to put the book back.
Standing in front of the library, Sean frowns. There's no empty slot in the shelf where the book should go. With the tip of his finger he follows the line of books one by one - Austen, Jane. This is Pride and Prejudice so it should go between Persuasion and Sense and Sensibility... Thing is, another book is crammed in there.. He pulls it out and frowns some more - McCarthy, Cormac. Blood Meridian. He remembers seeing the book in Viggo's hands. Shaking his head with a look of fond indulgence on his face, he slips Pride and Prejudice into its legitimate place and heads to the shelf where Blood Meridian belongs. And guess what? There's no empty slot here either but a book in what appears to be Danish or some other Scandinavian language that should be under the letter L for Larsson, Bjorn.
Sean trots back and forth for a while, moving books that aren't where they should be, then gives up and sits on the floor, thinking. This needs some kind of drastic measure, otherwise he'll never be sure that his beloved library is all nice and orderly. And, after all, he needs something to keep his mind busy, doesn't he?
Outside Sean's house, Viggo climbs out of the cab and pays the fare with a tired smile. He stretches his shoulders and picks up his case, then opens the wrought iron gate and climbs the four steps to the front door. Viggo hesitates for a moment, wondering whether to ring the bell or just let himself in. Either way Sean would get a surprise; he wasn't due for another couple of days... Viggo pushes his hair off his face and then carefully slips his key into the lock and turns it. The door opens easily and he steps inside, closing the door softly behind him. The house is silent and he wonders if he's screwed this up and Sean isn't here. Setting down his case, Viggo tiptoes to the living room door and a rush of relief and a whole lot more passes through him when he sees Sean in the middle of the room, surrounded by piles of books. Fuck knows what he was doing... Viggo clears his throat.
"Did I come at a bad time?" he asks huskily.
Sean jumps like a frightened rabbit, knocking down with his elbow a pile of books. Letter M, as a matter of fact, he notices distractedly before his startled look turns into one of delight. He quickly picks himself up from floor, manfully disregarding the complaints coming from joints gone stiff from sitting cross-legged for too long, and goes to wrap Viggo in a big bear hug.
"You never could," he whispers, hugging Viggo way too tight.
Viggo drops his rucksack that had been dangling from one hand and returns the hug the best he can, given that he can hardly breathe. But he doesn't mind - breathing was an overrated occupation in his book. And talking of books... He smiles and drops his chin onto Sean's shoulder, his gaze taking in the piles of books stacked tidily in a circle around the room - well apart from the pile Sean had just kicked over, of course.
"Glad to hear it," he murmurs huskily. "This kind of welcome I can take any day..."
"It's good," Sean agrees, burrowing his nose into the collar of Viggo's fleece and delighting in the familiar scent. "But it's even better when there's no welcome-back-hug needed because you don't go away at all.."
Marginally loosening his hold on Viggo, just enough to let him breathe in some air, he studies his lover's face and grins, lifting his hands to cradle it like a gift.
Sean's grin is infectious - glorious - and it makes Viggo smile even more. Fuck, but it was good to be back here - back where he could forget all the other shit that seemed to follow him around. Back with Sean...
"Not going away at all gets my vote," he murmurs, leaning into warm, tender hands and wondering how long it was going to take Sean to get around to kissing him. "Then maybe you wouldn't need to do crazy things like building castles with the contents of your bookcases..."
Sean chuckles, lowering his hands to Viggo shoulders and instinctively taking up a slow movement by which his thumbs rub hypnotic circles while he tries to explain why he's felt the need to empty the library and stack its contents on the living room carpet.
"Books had got all scattered around in the wrong places. I thought the best way to get things back in order again was empty the library and start from scratch. And I had nothing better to do.." Not to mention the fact that I needed to be busy enough not to think..
"What? You mean you created this mess deliberately?" Viggo sucks in a breath and shakes his head in amused exasperation. Trust Sean to find something so damned unnecessary to do - and in such a full on and complicated way too; there must be hundreds of books lying around here - fuck knows how long it was going to take him to put them all back. And all he'd been thinking about in the cab from the airport was a cold beer and a hot bath and then bed...
"Jesus, Sean," Viggo mutters. "You really had nothing better to do?"
"Well, not really... But now that you're back I'm sure I can come up with something.." Sean chuckles, leaning in to give Viggo's chin a playful little nip. "You're a nice surprise... wasn't expecting you back for several more days and thought I'd have the time to get the books back in order by your return. You look good, but you also look tired - bad flight?"
Viggo sighs and pulls back to look at Sean. "No - no worse than usual, I guess," he says softly, pushing his hand through his hair. "But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tired - and dusty too. I seem to have been travelling for days." Once again, Viggo glances round the piles of books.
"You know, I don't recall you having all these books in order before. But it's gonna take you forever to get them back in order, as you put it. And I can't see you leaving them here overnight somehow..."
"I can cope with leaving them stacked there overnight... provided that I have something.. make that someone.. who'll keep me busy overnight.." Sean grins one of those cheeky Sharpe grins that have made multitudes drool over their TV screens.
"Seeing that you're tired, I'll settle for getting to hold you all night. After washing that dust off every inch of your body, that is - and getting some food into you.."
Viggo sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, letting the images that Sean's words have conjured, play through his mind. The warmth and tenderness he can see underneath the familiar smile make the proposition very tempting... But no - it wasn't fair on Sean - it was still early and he had things to do. Viggo clears his throat and straightens. "Hey, listen - I'm okay," he murmurs with a chuckle. "And I'll be even more okay after a quick shower and something to eat... Besides, it's still early."
Viggo smiles and plants a soft, just lingering kiss on Sean's mouth. "So, why don't you fix us something to eat while I clean up a little? Then I can sit on the couch here and watch while you reorganise a previously perfectly organised set of bookcases..."
The warmth on his lips from Viggo's kiss makes fade away the impulse to say that the bookshelves used to be organized but were not anymore, not after someone started putting books back randomly.
"I can make some sandwiches. You know I'm good at those and they go down well with a beer. You'll be wanting a proper beer now that you're back in England.."
Viggo snorts and rolls his eyes. "You Brits and your proper beer," he murmurs huskily, watching the twitch of Sean's lips. "You seem to drink enough of our American beer when you're over in LA..." He grasps Sean's hand and brings it to his lips briefly then steps back.
"But a sandwich and a beer sounds great. I'll just grab a quick shower while you do that." Viggo grins and walks away, pausing for a moment in the doorway. "And it isn't just sandwiches that you're good at, love," he adds with a wink.
Sean knows that there must be a silly grin on his face as he heads to the kitchen, he can feel it lifting the corners of his mouth but he can't help feeling happy. And flattered, yes, why not? And later on he definitely plans to live up to the compliment Viggo just made..
There's some cold roast chicken in the refrigerator and it takes only a moment to chop it up and mix it with a little mayo and spice it up with some curry. The sandwich is a big, thick one and it'll go down well with the bottle of pale ale he adds to the tray before taking it to the living room.
Viggo swings the shower faucet around to stop and blinks hair and water out of his eyes. God, he needed that - the hot water pounding in hard jets on his head and shoulders - washing away the sweat and the dust of yet another long transatlantic flight. One day all these flights would stop. One day they'd both just say enough and set up home together. One day... Viggo sighs and steps out of the shower stall. He quickly dries himself, slips into clean sweats and a t-shirt and trots downstairs to join Sean in the living room.
"You've no idea how much better that feels," he murmurs, pushing his still damp hair behind his ears as he pads across the carpet to the sofa and flops down onto it. "And that sandwich looks damn good - are you joining me?"
"Just for the beer and maybe for some tea after you've eaten, I've eaten already.." Sean smiles, pleased to see that after the shower Viggo looks more relaxed and less tired already. In fact, he looks good enough to eat and Sean wouldn't mind making a little evening snack of him. But that will have to wait -plenty of time later...
"You sit there and eat while I go through this stack of books here. Got to letter M already."
"Sure... okay," Viggo replies reaching for his delicious looking sandwich. "You know I can watch you do pretty much anything and be thoroughly entertained." Viggo sighs and bites into the thickly cut bread, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure as the different tastes explode in his mouth.
"Mmm... Wonderful," he murmurs, licking his lips and smiling as his gaze takes in the perfect shape of Sean's ass as he collects together the fallen stack of books. "That really hits the spot."
Sean turns to look over his shoulder and give Viggo a smile, happy to see his culinary efforts appreciated. But the look in Viggo's eyes, while definitely hungry and appreciative seems to be fixed on him and not on the sandwich. The smile widens and Sean does some lip-licking of his own as he holds Viggo's gaze.
"You know, a good sort out like this is also a good opportunity to sift out books you just put in the shelf even though you know you didn't really like them and will never read again, simply because you just hate to throw books away," he explains.
"Is that right?" Viggo asks distractedly as his eyes follow the movements of both Sean's wicked tongue and his familiar expressive hands. How come the man looked like sex on legs even when organising a bookshelf, for fuck's sake...? "I can't think of a book I own that I wouldn't want to read again - or be rid of. They're all a part of me - of my life." He swallows and returns his attention to the rather wonderful sandwich Sean has made for him.
"But I've got my favorites," he adds. "There are some I like to return to again and again."
"Me too.. They're like coming home, aren't they?" Sean grins, pleased to find Viggo shares his love of re-reading favorites.
"Still there are books I know I'll never want to read again. Once was more than enough. And in a couple of cases I wanted to get the author and give him or her a good shake - and a piece of my mind.." He shakes his head and shifts his legs, stretching them as he leans close to the couch to get his bottle of beer from the tray.
"Here - let me," Viggo murmurs huskily, immediately reaching out too, grasping one of the cold bottles and passing it to Sean. When his fingers touch Sean's he lets them linger, enjoying the touch and imagining for a moment running the damp glass over Sean's skin...
"So, is it a particular author that has you wanting to do them harm?" he asks suddenly, forcing himself to concentrate. "And please tell me it isn't Tolkien..."
Sean laughs, half-choking himself with the beer. "Of course it isn't - don't be bloody daft! The man was a genius and even if he weren't I'd still worship him for writing a book that someone chose to make into a move. A movie that brought us together.. Just imagine if all of that hadn't happened.." Sean whispers, the idea of never crossing paths with Viggo enough to make all the merriment fade out of him.
"No, I can't imagine that - I won't imagine it," Viggo whispers, his heart beating a little faster all of a sudden as he reaches out a hand and holds Sean's now rather serious face. That they might never have met was too awful to contemplate... Where would he be now? Who the fuck would he be without Sean? Viggo closes his eyes tight for a moment and takes a breath, his hand reaching round to cup the back of Sean's neck.
"Okay, it's not Tolkien," he murmurs, his fingers stroking gently. "So tell me who it is and why you're all fired up..."
"Well, there's this book here.." Sean pokes one of the tumbled books with an accusing finger. "It deceived me! I read the story on the back and it seemed good. And it was good.. But the main character was such an obnoxious idiot I wanted to slap him full on the face after ten pages. That's one book I'm not planning to keep. I should probably send it to the author with a note giving him a piece of my mind."
"Oh... okay," Viggo replies, a bit surprised at Sean's switch of mood. He'd imagined that Sean was thinking the same way as he was, but maybe he'd read that wrong. Maybe it was because he was more tired than he realised - but no matter. Viggo gives Sean's neck a tender squeeze then sits back on the couch to finish one half of his sandwich and take a mouthful of beer.
"You still haven't told me who the author is," he says softly. "Maybe I should read this book myself..."
"Oh. Well. No, you'd be wasting your time. I'm sure you wouldn't want to do that.."
Sean colours and seems flustered by Viggo's suggestion. Thing is the book isn't a serious book. He'd confiscated it from Molly because, innocuous as it seemed, flipping through it he chanced on some quite hot scenes. Some way too hot scenes for his little girl. But the rest is true. Nice storyline. Badly executed. Main character a total idiot.
Viggo smiles and sets down his beer. Sean's cheeks are tinged the most delicious pink and it's all he can do not to rugbytackle him to the floor and make them even pinker. "Ah, see now you've got me really curious," he murmurs, leaning forward to gaze at Sean's flushed and embarrassed face - he'd looked just like that the first time they'd touched each other. That incredible mix of desire and uncertainty he could see in Sean's face had rocked him - and had just made Viggo want him even more...
"And wanting to know more," Viggo continues. "So tell me which book this is, Sean - show me. You know I'm not going to let up 'til you do..."
Sean nervously licks his lip as his mind frantically looks for a way out of the trap he's got himself into. Then he grins and, with a panther-like pounce that would do Sharpe proud, he grabs Viggo's legs and tugs him down onto the floor.
"What is it that you want me to show you?" he inquires, pinning Viggo under him and delighting in the way he squirms, bringing lots of interesting body parts into contact.
Temporarily rendered breathless and speechless by Sean's sudden, unexpected attack, Viggo can do nothing for a few moments but strain against the weight holding him down, and glare at his lover.
"The goddamn book!" he hisses, struggling to free his hands. "I was wanting to see the book that's got you all twitchy. And what do you do? Fucking attack me." Viggo exhales and lets his head drop back against the carpet. "And I haven't even finished my sandwich..."
"I'm sorry..." Sean does look contrite and settles his legs in a way that supports his weight so that he's not squashing the breath out of Viggo's lungs. But he doesn't budge.
"Didn't mean to attack you - and I didn't think about the sandwich. Are you still hungry?" he murmurs, trying to understand if Viggo is really annoyed about his attempt to distract him.
Viggo lifts his head again and glowers at Sean. He isn't angry - just confused. And it's not that he minds Sean sitting on him either. Maybe he's suffering from jetlag after all. Maybe he just needs Sean to fuck all the fatigue and irritation and loneliness out of him. Damned if he's going to tell Sean that though - hell no. Especially as now Viggo had a bump on the back of his head as a result of being tugged suddenly and unceremoniously onto the floor.
"No," he sighs. "I'm not. I seem to have lost my appetite for some reason... Now, are you gonna tell me what book you were talking about?"
There's confusion on Viggo's face. And tiredness. And a little furrow between his eyebrows that Sean knows is there only when Viggo is somehow in pain. And all of it makes Sean suddenly feel ashamed of himself - very ashamed. So what if Viggo finds out that the book he has been talking about is a chick book? Hasn't he overreacted about it? Yes, he will probably tease him but he certainly won't love him less for that...
"It's just a book - the girl meets guy kind of book - romance I believe it's called," he explains, rolling around to settle on his back and bringing Viggo along, gently, settling him comfortably above him and cradling his face in his hands.
Looking into Sean's concerned face, suddenly Viggo's throat feels thick with emotion and he sighs, closing his eyes. "Sorry," he murmurs, snuggling down and burying his face into Sean's neck. "Guess I'm more than a bit tired after all - I didn't mean to bite."
Viggo presses his lips to the warm patch of skin behind Sean's ear. "So what didn't you like about this romance? I'm quite fond of a bit of romance myself..."
"You didn't bite... not that I mind you when you do, though I'm thinking of a totally different kind of biting.." Sean smiles, curling his arms protectively around Viggo's now-relaxed body and nestling him like a precious thing.
"I behaved like a total git.. God knows why I felt so ashamed to admit I'd been reading a romance.. Do you think I'm silly?"
"Silly? You? Nah..." Viggo chuckles and makes a playful nip at Sean's earlobe, loving the feel of tender possessive arms wrapped around him. Fuck, but he'd missed this - the easy teasing, the closeness. Christ, one day they'd have to stop living on different sides of the damn pond... He takes a breath and lifts his head, smiling down at Sean.
"And like I said, I like a bit of romance too..."
Sean smiles back, relieved. Not so much for the reassurance that his love doesn't think him silly, but because Viggo is smiling at him with that special sparkle in his eyes and possibly - just possibly - is hinting that maybe he would like to be romanced.
"I like romance. But one of the things I didn't like about that book is that all the female character could think about was how soon she could get him into bed and how big he would be.."
Viggo bites his lip as he stares at Sean's face. Just when he thought he knew this man, Sean'd come in with something that was really left field. Had he honestly never realised that what he'd just described was exactly what half the women on the planet would probably be thinking about him?
"You can like romance and want to be romanced, you know - and yet still want someone physically so badly that it's all you can think about," Viggo murmurs, stroking Sean's cheek. "And I should know, Sean. You were all I ever thought about; not how big you were, you understand," he continues with the hint of a wink, "but what your body would feel like under my hands; what you'd taste like, what kind of sounds you'd make when you let go..."
Viggo's words make heat flood all through Sean body as he remembers it all - the furtive glances, the wondering, the fantasies. And how when the fantasies turned real he felt like a teenager on his first date, afraid to screw it all up.
"I remember all of that," he murmurs huskily, his hands moving down Viggo's back in a slow caress. "And I remember the first time we kissed. I thought I would come just from that."
Sean's gravelly whisper sends a shiver the length of Viggo's body and suddenly he's acutely aware that he's naked under his sweatpants. "Yeah? Well, you weren't alone there," Viggo murmurs, recalling the moment as if it were yesterday. "Within moments I was so hard that I thought I'd break. I'd never needed someone to touch me as much as I needed you to touch me that night..." Viggo takes in a shaky breath.
"Like I need you to touch me now, Sean. I've missed you."
Sean nods in agreement, afraid to trust his voice because it really feels as if they're back in time to those first times. His hands slip under the hem of Viggo's shirt and roam every inch of skin they can reach, slipping between their bodies.
"I remember how it felt when I touched your chest for the first time. I had fantasized so long about how it would feel.. if the hair on your chest would be crisp under my fingers or soft.. how your nipples would feel when I touched them.. They drove me crazy, you know.." he grins, fingers combing through soft hair and settling on nipples that are already hard for him.
Viggo moans and shivers again, his body responding immediately to Sean's touch - just as it always had - always does - always would. He makes a low growling sound deep in his throat and rolls them both over so he's once more lying under the weight of Sean's body but knocking over another stack of books in the process. The letter P probably... Viggo sucks in another breath.
"You weren't the only one who was going crazy," he mutters, arching up against Sean, instantly wanting more of his touch. "I swear sometimes my nipples were speaking to you of their own accord," Viggo adds, his hands stroking under Sean's waistband to palm his buttocks. "Like they are now..."
"I know.. I can hear them. And they're telling me that it's way too long since I've tasted them and felt them under my tongue.."
Sean's hand, still nestled under Viggo's shirt, moves to grab the hem and pull it up as he lifts himself to straddle his man and drink in the sight of him.
"It's quite warm in here, don't you agree?" he asks softly.
"You could say that," Viggo whispers breathlessly, staring up at Sean with hungry, darkened eyes. Knowing that Sean is staring at him is enough to make his nipples feel even tighter and thinking about his man sucking on them makes him moan softly and his cock lift and harden.
"Perhaps you should take that shirt off," Viggo continues, licking his lips. "Don't want you overheating..."
"Overheating is not exactly the word I would use to describe my state.." Sean laughs, a low sexy little laugh that lifts the corner of his lips in that special way that is his very own.
He can see Viggo's sweatpants tenting and God knows he himself is so hard that the zipper of his old jeans is probably going to burst. His hands are already busy with the buttons of his shirt, their movement efficient and economical, no teasing this time.
Viggo holds his breath as Sean's body is revealed, but then his hands come up, his questing fingers stroking up warm belly and chest and then carefully opening Sean's button and zipper. He sighs, the sound turning into a growl of need as Sean's cock seems jump into his hand.
"You're as hard as me," he murmurs, squeezing the hot flesh, and using his free hand to push his own sweat pants down his hips. Already he's imagining the feel of it breaching his body. "Need you," he mutters.
"Can't remember a time when I wasn't needing you.. I ached for you ever since we shook hands in the airport right after your flight to New Zealand landed. And no matter how long we've been together or how many times we loved each other there's always this hollow feeling inside me that goes away only when we're together like this.."
Sean's words are matter of fact, there's no need to shy away from the truth right now, not when Viggo is looking at him that way, with his eyes dark and his lips flushed.
"Want you naked. Want us both naked. Want to feel all of you. And for you to feel me."
Viggo swallows the lump in his throat and smiles. "So do it," he replies huskily, letting go of Sean's cock only so he can rid himself of his own t-shirt and kick his sweatpants off and away so he's naked on the carpet. "Get these damn jeans off, Sean - so I can feel all of you," he urges, returning his hands to Sean's loosened jeans but knowing Sean's going to have to get up to take them off.
"And I hope you haven't put the lube somewhere out of the way while you've been tidying up the place.."
"I restocked the whole house." Sean can't help the big grin on his face as he scrambles up enough to push the jeans down his hips, tugging the boxers along and throwing the bundled garments out of the way, "I kind of knew that we'd need supplies all around the place as soon as you stepped through the door.."
On his knees, he slips a hand between the sofa cushion and the armrest and brandishes triumphantly the slim tube.
Viggo chuckles despite his increasing arousal. "That's my Sean," he murmurs, reaching up to stroke his hands up Sean's thighs. "Always so organised - don't know what I'd do without you..." The words sound loud in his head despite the softness of his voice and Viggo's face turns serious again.
"And I don't just mean about the lube or anything else you sort out for us - or tidy up after me" he whispers. "I love you - and I need your love. And right now I need you to show me again that I have it..."
"Of course you have it. And I love you and need you more than words can tell.. just look at how crazy I go when you're not here with me and I'm left to my own devices.." Sean gestures to the empty bookshelves and the piles of books stacked on the living room floor.
Later, when they're snuggled up and holding each other, he will tell Viggo about the things that have worrying him, but now - now they're not important. "Come here, I want to taste you and feel you and love you."
Viggo sighs and pulls himself up to wrap his arms around Sean's back. "Remind me not to leave you to your own devices too often," he murmurs, pressing a row of butterfly kisses across Sean's chest. "But you know I love you crazy, right?" he asks with a smile then slowly lowers himself back down onto the rug and stretches his arms above his head.
"I think my nipples are calling you," Viggo whispers, squirming a little as he stares up at Sean and then shivering as he feels precome drip onto his belly from his already leaking cock.
"They definitely are and they're not all that's calling to me.."
Sean's eyes are intent as he settles on the rug by Viggo's side, a possessive hand curling around the hard cock that seems to be drawing it like a magnet. The sight of Viggo spread out like this for him is enough to take his breath away and make his heart beat fast and drum in his ears.
"Beautiful," he whispers, lowering his head to Viggo's chest to kiss one nipple and then the other, like a worshipper.
Viggo groans as Sean's warm hand circles and squeezes his aching cock. He always knew just where to touch... And when he said things like that, all the breath seemed to leave Viggo's body.
"You make me feel beautiful," Viggo whispers huskily, his body arching up from the floor and his fingers tangling in Sean's hair. "You make me feel pretty special too," he adds, his eyes closing.
"Good," Sean purrs, rubbing his cheek against one of Viggo's nipples and feeling the stiff nub harden even more begging for attention, "because I want to make you feel like no one else can.."
There's a note of possessiveness in Sean's voice, like always when Viggo's been away for some time. He feels as if he needs to conquer him back, to show him that nothing in the world can be as special as the two of them together.
"Beautiful," he repeats, "and mine.." he adds, putting his mouth to Viggo's chest and travelling down to his belly, lapping away the stickiness of precome.
"No doubt about that," Viggo whispers, his abdominal muscles tensing as he feels the twin assault of Sean's lips and tongue join that of his stubbled chin on increasingly sensitive skin. "No damn doubt at all," he breathes, the words leaving in a rush as he squirms some more on the rug.
"My Sean," Viggo whispers and his left foot kicks out a little, toppling over another pile of books. Probably S - or maybe N, he thinks distractedly as he tries to will his cock into the wet heat of Sean's mouth.
"Yes - and your Sean is going to take care to make you feel good.."
The words are purred against the skin of Viggo's belly, soft hair tickling Sean's lips as he licks them in anticipation of the treat waiting for him. And like he does when tasting a sweet treat, he runs his tongue from the broad root to the salty tip, then, with a throaty sound of pleasure he takes the whole cock into his mouth.
"Oh god," Viggo gasps, his toes curling into the carpet and his whole body arching upwards like he could float away.
The heat and suction of Sean's mouth is incredible and almost immediately Viggo is whimpering and struggling to breathe; there's no way he can form coherent words - all he can do is keep stroking Sean's head. So he stops trying and lets his eyes close, savouring the astonishing pleasure his man is affording him.
Sean's hand strokes Viggo's hip and upper thigh soothingly, smoothing the bunched muscles as he makes small hums of approval.
God, but it feels good to give his man pleasure, so good he's unable to stop himself and pull back. And the sounds Viggo is making only make him strive for more.
If you don't stop right this minute... But somewhere in the fog that used to be his brain, Viggo knows he doesn't want Sean to stop - ever. The heat and the suction and the stroking and the purring are all just too good. And he needs this - needs Sean to suck all the tiredness and unhappiness at another forced separation out of him so he can relax - and sleep...
"Going to come," he whispers, his voice husky and urgent and his fingers digging into Sean's scalp.
Sean's fingers drum their approval on Viggo's hip, then slip down to cradle his buttock.
He know his Viggo tends to lose his usual composure when he comes like this and he wants to keep him still as much as he can so he can get his labour of love done in just the right way.. that is to the last drop..
All it takes is that caressing hand and lightening flash of tongue and Viggo knows he's lost. "Jesus - oh christ - christ," he gasps and then his head is arching back, his eyes wide and staring as the growing tightening of his body spreads to his core. His fingers clutch and pull in Sean's hair but he can't help it; Sean's mouth is just too much to take and then with a sharp cry, orgasm takes him.
The heat filling Sean's mouth seems to spread to his whole body, like a warm glow made of happiness and pride to have given Viggo such pleasure.
His hands move gently now on the spasming body, soothing and showing the way back as he makes sure that Viggo is spent before he pulls back and rests his cheek on the still-tense belly with a satisfied sigh.
"You're wonderful," he murmurs with lazy contentment.
Viggo inhales deeply and then breathes out, but his heart is still thumping loudly in his chest. "Don't know about that," he whispers with a breathless smile. "But I sure as hell know I'm fortunate..." His fingers stroke through Sean's hair, the small movements helping him to relax and come down, though every square inch of his skin seems highly sensitized and his whole body feels alive. That's what coming home did for him - coming home to Sean...
"I'm sorry - I toppled some of your book stacks," he murmurs, turning his head to see the collapsed piles.
Sean lifts his head to take in the sight of the scattered books, then shrugs and laughs, shifting his body up until he can tuck his head under Viggo's chin and nuzzle the warm, sweat-salty skin of his neck.
"We can sort them out together. But later, much later.. I have to say it does look kind of crazy to have emptied the bookshelves, but it did make sense when I started doing it.. And it was a welcome distraction.."
"Distracton?" Viggo repeats with a slow smile, hugging Sean close. "Fuck, Sean, you've got your garden if you need distraction, but reorganising bookshelves? Sheesh..." Viggo turns his head on the carpet to survey the large number of books. Funny how there always seemed to be hundreds more when they weren't on the shelves. His eye catches sight of a magazine under the couch and instinctively he reaches out to grasp it.
"Here - something else that needs organizing," he murmurs, about to set it down on the nearest pile when he notices something. "Hey, wait a minute - that sexy as all hell Richard Sharpe is on the cover of this..."
Sean raises his head and flushes. He'd forgotten all about throwing that magazine to the floor and then kicking it under the couch. But he hasn't forgotten the review of Sharpe's Peril featured in it, far from it... The first impulse is to snatch the magazine from Viggo's hands and throw it away again where he can't see it, but how could he explain that to Viggo without making him curious?
"You have sexy Sean Bean snuggling up to you right here right now, why bother with Sharpe?!"
Viggo chuckles and holds Sean close with one arm whilst holding the magazine at arms length above him. "I know I have," Viggo murmurs huskily. "But there's nothing wrong with wanting both now, is there?" he asks huskily, staring at his lover in the familiar Sharpe pose - one foot up on a rock, rifle in hand - and ready to take anyone on.
"I mean, look at you, Sean," Viggo adds, when Sean doesn't answer. "Damn, you always did look hot in that green uniform..."
Heat flares again in Sean, but this time it's got nothing to do with arousal or embarrassment, this time it is pure anger at the reviewer, such as to make him forget his intention to keep this from Viggo.
"Apparently that's not what the critic thought," he growls, literally. "It's the reviewer's stated opinion that my uniform looks baggy. He doesn't suggest openly that that is because I'm past my prime and getting flabby but he does phrase things in such a way that everyone will come to that conclusion.. Oh, and rather than hot, he says that I look like I'm thinking of having a bacon butty instead of tackling an enemy."
"They said what?" Viggo asks in reply, taken totally by surprise by Sean's words and the venom with which they were spoken. "That's a crock of shit - and you know it..." Part of him wants to laugh because what this person had said was indeed laughable - but Sean obviously didn't appreciate the comments. And then something else occurs to him. Viggo drops the magazine to the floor and lifts Sean's chin so he can see his face.
"How long have you known about this, hmm? Since it was screened? Why didn't you say anything?"
"What was I supposed to do? Call you overseas and whine about a bad review? The time we had with each other over the phone was too precious to waste it talking about this shit. I know I shouldn't let it get at me, but..." Sean shrugs, fully aware that he's whining now and that just remembering the scathing comments made by the reviewer is making him angry and hurt all over again.
"What you did was wrong," Viggo replies evenly. "What you were supposed to do was call me and tell me. This is you and me, remember? We tell each other everything - good or bad. I hate to think of you all chewed up over this when you could've shared it - let me help you see that what this guy said was just one opinion, Sean. And an opinion that isn't worth shit." Viggo moves his head to kiss Sean's downturned mouth.
"For what it's worth, I thought you were great. It was a very realistic portrayal of a tired, battle weary soldier who no longer had his partner to go home to. Sure it was a shame the pants didn't show off your amazing ass but remember I know you're in damn good shape - and that's all that matters..."
Sean can't help a small grin lighting up his face as Viggo mentions his arse. He is kind of pleased with it, always has been, and he certainly hasn't ever minded showing it off.
Especially to Viggo, he thinks, as he remembers buying shorts one size too small just to make sure Viggo would notice him at the first day-off barbecue PJ threw for the new Aragorn after he'd belatedly joined the rest of the cast.
"I can relate to the feeling tired and battle weary, but - thank God - I have the most wonderful partner in the world to go home to..." he whispers, returning the pressure of Viggo's lips on his own.
"And I have the finest man and the finest ass to come home to," Viggo growls, sliding his hand down to grab a handful of Sean's buttock and squeeze it. "So forget what that prick said - he's not important. What matters is us - right now..." Viggo grins and kisses Sean again.
"And right now I suggest we leave these books and head upstairs where you can show me again that it's not just making sandwiches that you're good at - yeah?"
"There's lots of things I'm really good at and lots of tricks I know. And I plan to show you each and every one of them, just as a reminder, you know.." Sean grins, his usual confidence surfacing again in the green glint of his eyes and the jut of his chin.
"I should've talked to you about how this shitty review bothered me. It kind of hit a nerve," he admits, sitting up and pulling up from the carpet with him.
Viggo smiles, relieved and happy to see the familiar confident grin return to Sean's face. He lets himself be pulled up to a sitting position on the rug and stretches his shoulders. Soft the rug might be but there was still a fucking hard floor underneath it...
"I'm looking forward to being reacquainted with all of your skills," he murmurs, cupping Sean's face with gentle, tender fingers. "And then maybe I'll write a review of my own..."
"That is something I'd love to read.." Sean chuckles and turns his face to brush laughing lips across Viggo's fingers and the palm of his hand. He hasn't however, failed to notice the small grimace on his lover's face and can imagine how he must feel after being cramped in an airplane seat for hours and finding himself tackled to the ground once he got home.
"Let's go upstairs, so I can take care of you and give you lots of things to write about in that review of yours," he suggests.
-- [Part 2] --
Disclaimer: This only happened inside our heads. It's all made up – they have an established relationship and essentially, this is just 13,000 words of schmooporn...
Warning: some rimming... ;)
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Note: posted in two parts because of the length
With a sigh Sean closes the book on the words 'The End' and rests it on his stomach, still smiling to himself. There are some classics he will never tire of re-reading, especially when he is unsettled about something. Feels like going back to a friendly world where all is as it should be and there are no unpleasant surprises... Reluctantly he unfurls himself from the couch and rises to put the book back.
Standing in front of the library, Sean frowns. There's no empty slot in the shelf where the book should go. With the tip of his finger he follows the line of books one by one - Austen, Jane. This is Pride and Prejudice so it should go between Persuasion and Sense and Sensibility... Thing is, another book is crammed in there.. He pulls it out and frowns some more - McCarthy, Cormac. Blood Meridian. He remembers seeing the book in Viggo's hands. Shaking his head with a look of fond indulgence on his face, he slips Pride and Prejudice into its legitimate place and heads to the shelf where Blood Meridian belongs. And guess what? There's no empty slot here either but a book in what appears to be Danish or some other Scandinavian language that should be under the letter L for Larsson, Bjorn.
Sean trots back and forth for a while, moving books that aren't where they should be, then gives up and sits on the floor, thinking. This needs some kind of drastic measure, otherwise he'll never be sure that his beloved library is all nice and orderly. And, after all, he needs something to keep his mind busy, doesn't he?
Outside Sean's house, Viggo climbs out of the cab and pays the fare with a tired smile. He stretches his shoulders and picks up his case, then opens the wrought iron gate and climbs the four steps to the front door. Viggo hesitates for a moment, wondering whether to ring the bell or just let himself in. Either way Sean would get a surprise; he wasn't due for another couple of days... Viggo pushes his hair off his face and then carefully slips his key into the lock and turns it. The door opens easily and he steps inside, closing the door softly behind him. The house is silent and he wonders if he's screwed this up and Sean isn't here. Setting down his case, Viggo tiptoes to the living room door and a rush of relief and a whole lot more passes through him when he sees Sean in the middle of the room, surrounded by piles of books. Fuck knows what he was doing... Viggo clears his throat.
"Did I come at a bad time?" he asks huskily.
Sean jumps like a frightened rabbit, knocking down with his elbow a pile of books. Letter M, as a matter of fact, he notices distractedly before his startled look turns into one of delight. He quickly picks himself up from floor, manfully disregarding the complaints coming from joints gone stiff from sitting cross-legged for too long, and goes to wrap Viggo in a big bear hug.
"You never could," he whispers, hugging Viggo way too tight.
Viggo drops his rucksack that had been dangling from one hand and returns the hug the best he can, given that he can hardly breathe. But he doesn't mind - breathing was an overrated occupation in his book. And talking of books... He smiles and drops his chin onto Sean's shoulder, his gaze taking in the piles of books stacked tidily in a circle around the room - well apart from the pile Sean had just kicked over, of course.
"Glad to hear it," he murmurs huskily. "This kind of welcome I can take any day..."
"It's good," Sean agrees, burrowing his nose into the collar of Viggo's fleece and delighting in the familiar scent. "But it's even better when there's no welcome-back-hug needed because you don't go away at all.."
Marginally loosening his hold on Viggo, just enough to let him breathe in some air, he studies his lover's face and grins, lifting his hands to cradle it like a gift.
Sean's grin is infectious - glorious - and it makes Viggo smile even more. Fuck, but it was good to be back here - back where he could forget all the other shit that seemed to follow him around. Back with Sean...
"Not going away at all gets my vote," he murmurs, leaning into warm, tender hands and wondering how long it was going to take Sean to get around to kissing him. "Then maybe you wouldn't need to do crazy things like building castles with the contents of your bookcases..."
Sean chuckles, lowering his hands to Viggo shoulders and instinctively taking up a slow movement by which his thumbs rub hypnotic circles while he tries to explain why he's felt the need to empty the library and stack its contents on the living room carpet.
"Books had got all scattered around in the wrong places. I thought the best way to get things back in order again was empty the library and start from scratch. And I had nothing better to do.." Not to mention the fact that I needed to be busy enough not to think..
"What? You mean you created this mess deliberately?" Viggo sucks in a breath and shakes his head in amused exasperation. Trust Sean to find something so damned unnecessary to do - and in such a full on and complicated way too; there must be hundreds of books lying around here - fuck knows how long it was going to take him to put them all back. And all he'd been thinking about in the cab from the airport was a cold beer and a hot bath and then bed...
"Jesus, Sean," Viggo mutters. "You really had nothing better to do?"
"Well, not really... But now that you're back I'm sure I can come up with something.." Sean chuckles, leaning in to give Viggo's chin a playful little nip. "You're a nice surprise... wasn't expecting you back for several more days and thought I'd have the time to get the books back in order by your return. You look good, but you also look tired - bad flight?"
Viggo sighs and pulls back to look at Sean. "No - no worse than usual, I guess," he says softly, pushing his hand through his hair. "But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tired - and dusty too. I seem to have been travelling for days." Once again, Viggo glances round the piles of books.
"You know, I don't recall you having all these books in order before. But it's gonna take you forever to get them back in order, as you put it. And I can't see you leaving them here overnight somehow..."
"I can cope with leaving them stacked there overnight... provided that I have something.. make that someone.. who'll keep me busy overnight.." Sean grins one of those cheeky Sharpe grins that have made multitudes drool over their TV screens.
"Seeing that you're tired, I'll settle for getting to hold you all night. After washing that dust off every inch of your body, that is - and getting some food into you.."
Viggo sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, letting the images that Sean's words have conjured, play through his mind. The warmth and tenderness he can see underneath the familiar smile make the proposition very tempting... But no - it wasn't fair on Sean - it was still early and he had things to do. Viggo clears his throat and straightens. "Hey, listen - I'm okay," he murmurs with a chuckle. "And I'll be even more okay after a quick shower and something to eat... Besides, it's still early."
Viggo smiles and plants a soft, just lingering kiss on Sean's mouth. "So, why don't you fix us something to eat while I clean up a little? Then I can sit on the couch here and watch while you reorganise a previously perfectly organised set of bookcases..."
The warmth on his lips from Viggo's kiss makes fade away the impulse to say that the bookshelves used to be organized but were not anymore, not after someone started putting books back randomly.
"I can make some sandwiches. You know I'm good at those and they go down well with a beer. You'll be wanting a proper beer now that you're back in England.."
Viggo snorts and rolls his eyes. "You Brits and your proper beer," he murmurs huskily, watching the twitch of Sean's lips. "You seem to drink enough of our American beer when you're over in LA..." He grasps Sean's hand and brings it to his lips briefly then steps back.
"But a sandwich and a beer sounds great. I'll just grab a quick shower while you do that." Viggo grins and walks away, pausing for a moment in the doorway. "And it isn't just sandwiches that you're good at, love," he adds with a wink.
Sean knows that there must be a silly grin on his face as he heads to the kitchen, he can feel it lifting the corners of his mouth but he can't help feeling happy. And flattered, yes, why not? And later on he definitely plans to live up to the compliment Viggo just made..
There's some cold roast chicken in the refrigerator and it takes only a moment to chop it up and mix it with a little mayo and spice it up with some curry. The sandwich is a big, thick one and it'll go down well with the bottle of pale ale he adds to the tray before taking it to the living room.
Viggo swings the shower faucet around to stop and blinks hair and water out of his eyes. God, he needed that - the hot water pounding in hard jets on his head and shoulders - washing away the sweat and the dust of yet another long transatlantic flight. One day all these flights would stop. One day they'd both just say enough and set up home together. One day... Viggo sighs and steps out of the shower stall. He quickly dries himself, slips into clean sweats and a t-shirt and trots downstairs to join Sean in the living room.
"You've no idea how much better that feels," he murmurs, pushing his still damp hair behind his ears as he pads across the carpet to the sofa and flops down onto it. "And that sandwich looks damn good - are you joining me?"
"Just for the beer and maybe for some tea after you've eaten, I've eaten already.." Sean smiles, pleased to see that after the shower Viggo looks more relaxed and less tired already. In fact, he looks good enough to eat and Sean wouldn't mind making a little evening snack of him. But that will have to wait -plenty of time later...
"You sit there and eat while I go through this stack of books here. Got to letter M already."
"Sure... okay," Viggo replies reaching for his delicious looking sandwich. "You know I can watch you do pretty much anything and be thoroughly entertained." Viggo sighs and bites into the thickly cut bread, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure as the different tastes explode in his mouth.
"Mmm... Wonderful," he murmurs, licking his lips and smiling as his gaze takes in the perfect shape of Sean's ass as he collects together the fallen stack of books. "That really hits the spot."
Sean turns to look over his shoulder and give Viggo a smile, happy to see his culinary efforts appreciated. But the look in Viggo's eyes, while definitely hungry and appreciative seems to be fixed on him and not on the sandwich. The smile widens and Sean does some lip-licking of his own as he holds Viggo's gaze.
"You know, a good sort out like this is also a good opportunity to sift out books you just put in the shelf even though you know you didn't really like them and will never read again, simply because you just hate to throw books away," he explains.
"Is that right?" Viggo asks distractedly as his eyes follow the movements of both Sean's wicked tongue and his familiar expressive hands. How come the man looked like sex on legs even when organising a bookshelf, for fuck's sake...? "I can't think of a book I own that I wouldn't want to read again - or be rid of. They're all a part of me - of my life." He swallows and returns his attention to the rather wonderful sandwich Sean has made for him.
"But I've got my favorites," he adds. "There are some I like to return to again and again."
"Me too.. They're like coming home, aren't they?" Sean grins, pleased to find Viggo shares his love of re-reading favorites.
"Still there are books I know I'll never want to read again. Once was more than enough. And in a couple of cases I wanted to get the author and give him or her a good shake - and a piece of my mind.." He shakes his head and shifts his legs, stretching them as he leans close to the couch to get his bottle of beer from the tray.
"Here - let me," Viggo murmurs huskily, immediately reaching out too, grasping one of the cold bottles and passing it to Sean. When his fingers touch Sean's he lets them linger, enjoying the touch and imagining for a moment running the damp glass over Sean's skin...
"So, is it a particular author that has you wanting to do them harm?" he asks suddenly, forcing himself to concentrate. "And please tell me it isn't Tolkien..."
Sean laughs, half-choking himself with the beer. "Of course it isn't - don't be bloody daft! The man was a genius and even if he weren't I'd still worship him for writing a book that someone chose to make into a move. A movie that brought us together.. Just imagine if all of that hadn't happened.." Sean whispers, the idea of never crossing paths with Viggo enough to make all the merriment fade out of him.
"No, I can't imagine that - I won't imagine it," Viggo whispers, his heart beating a little faster all of a sudden as he reaches out a hand and holds Sean's now rather serious face. That they might never have met was too awful to contemplate... Where would he be now? Who the fuck would he be without Sean? Viggo closes his eyes tight for a moment and takes a breath, his hand reaching round to cup the back of Sean's neck.
"Okay, it's not Tolkien," he murmurs, his fingers stroking gently. "So tell me who it is and why you're all fired up..."
"Well, there's this book here.." Sean pokes one of the tumbled books with an accusing finger. "It deceived me! I read the story on the back and it seemed good. And it was good.. But the main character was such an obnoxious idiot I wanted to slap him full on the face after ten pages. That's one book I'm not planning to keep. I should probably send it to the author with a note giving him a piece of my mind."
"Oh... okay," Viggo replies, a bit surprised at Sean's switch of mood. He'd imagined that Sean was thinking the same way as he was, but maybe he'd read that wrong. Maybe it was because he was more tired than he realised - but no matter. Viggo gives Sean's neck a tender squeeze then sits back on the couch to finish one half of his sandwich and take a mouthful of beer.
"You still haven't told me who the author is," he says softly. "Maybe I should read this book myself..."
"Oh. Well. No, you'd be wasting your time. I'm sure you wouldn't want to do that.."
Sean colours and seems flustered by Viggo's suggestion. Thing is the book isn't a serious book. He'd confiscated it from Molly because, innocuous as it seemed, flipping through it he chanced on some quite hot scenes. Some way too hot scenes for his little girl. But the rest is true. Nice storyline. Badly executed. Main character a total idiot.
Viggo smiles and sets down his beer. Sean's cheeks are tinged the most delicious pink and it's all he can do not to rugbytackle him to the floor and make them even pinker. "Ah, see now you've got me really curious," he murmurs, leaning forward to gaze at Sean's flushed and embarrassed face - he'd looked just like that the first time they'd touched each other. That incredible mix of desire and uncertainty he could see in Sean's face had rocked him - and had just made Viggo want him even more...
"And wanting to know more," Viggo continues. "So tell me which book this is, Sean - show me. You know I'm not going to let up 'til you do..."
Sean nervously licks his lip as his mind frantically looks for a way out of the trap he's got himself into. Then he grins and, with a panther-like pounce that would do Sharpe proud, he grabs Viggo's legs and tugs him down onto the floor.
"What is it that you want me to show you?" he inquires, pinning Viggo under him and delighting in the way he squirms, bringing lots of interesting body parts into contact.
Temporarily rendered breathless and speechless by Sean's sudden, unexpected attack, Viggo can do nothing for a few moments but strain against the weight holding him down, and glare at his lover.
"The goddamn book!" he hisses, struggling to free his hands. "I was wanting to see the book that's got you all twitchy. And what do you do? Fucking attack me." Viggo exhales and lets his head drop back against the carpet. "And I haven't even finished my sandwich..."
"I'm sorry..." Sean does look contrite and settles his legs in a way that supports his weight so that he's not squashing the breath out of Viggo's lungs. But he doesn't budge.
"Didn't mean to attack you - and I didn't think about the sandwich. Are you still hungry?" he murmurs, trying to understand if Viggo is really annoyed about his attempt to distract him.
Viggo lifts his head again and glowers at Sean. He isn't angry - just confused. And it's not that he minds Sean sitting on him either. Maybe he's suffering from jetlag after all. Maybe he just needs Sean to fuck all the fatigue and irritation and loneliness out of him. Damned if he's going to tell Sean that though - hell no. Especially as now Viggo had a bump on the back of his head as a result of being tugged suddenly and unceremoniously onto the floor.
"No," he sighs. "I'm not. I seem to have lost my appetite for some reason... Now, are you gonna tell me what book you were talking about?"
There's confusion on Viggo's face. And tiredness. And a little furrow between his eyebrows that Sean knows is there only when Viggo is somehow in pain. And all of it makes Sean suddenly feel ashamed of himself - very ashamed. So what if Viggo finds out that the book he has been talking about is a chick book? Hasn't he overreacted about it? Yes, he will probably tease him but he certainly won't love him less for that...
"It's just a book - the girl meets guy kind of book - romance I believe it's called," he explains, rolling around to settle on his back and bringing Viggo along, gently, settling him comfortably above him and cradling his face in his hands.
Looking into Sean's concerned face, suddenly Viggo's throat feels thick with emotion and he sighs, closing his eyes. "Sorry," he murmurs, snuggling down and burying his face into Sean's neck. "Guess I'm more than a bit tired after all - I didn't mean to bite."
Viggo presses his lips to the warm patch of skin behind Sean's ear. "So what didn't you like about this romance? I'm quite fond of a bit of romance myself..."
"You didn't bite... not that I mind you when you do, though I'm thinking of a totally different kind of biting.." Sean smiles, curling his arms protectively around Viggo's now-relaxed body and nestling him like a precious thing.
"I behaved like a total git.. God knows why I felt so ashamed to admit I'd been reading a romance.. Do you think I'm silly?"
"Silly? You? Nah..." Viggo chuckles and makes a playful nip at Sean's earlobe, loving the feel of tender possessive arms wrapped around him. Fuck, but he'd missed this - the easy teasing, the closeness. Christ, one day they'd have to stop living on different sides of the damn pond... He takes a breath and lifts his head, smiling down at Sean.
"And like I said, I like a bit of romance too..."
Sean smiles back, relieved. Not so much for the reassurance that his love doesn't think him silly, but because Viggo is smiling at him with that special sparkle in his eyes and possibly - just possibly - is hinting that maybe he would like to be romanced.
"I like romance. But one of the things I didn't like about that book is that all the female character could think about was how soon she could get him into bed and how big he would be.."
Viggo bites his lip as he stares at Sean's face. Just when he thought he knew this man, Sean'd come in with something that was really left field. Had he honestly never realised that what he'd just described was exactly what half the women on the planet would probably be thinking about him?
"You can like romance and want to be romanced, you know - and yet still want someone physically so badly that it's all you can think about," Viggo murmurs, stroking Sean's cheek. "And I should know, Sean. You were all I ever thought about; not how big you were, you understand," he continues with the hint of a wink, "but what your body would feel like under my hands; what you'd taste like, what kind of sounds you'd make when you let go..."
Viggo's words make heat flood all through Sean body as he remembers it all - the furtive glances, the wondering, the fantasies. And how when the fantasies turned real he felt like a teenager on his first date, afraid to screw it all up.
"I remember all of that," he murmurs huskily, his hands moving down Viggo's back in a slow caress. "And I remember the first time we kissed. I thought I would come just from that."
Sean's gravelly whisper sends a shiver the length of Viggo's body and suddenly he's acutely aware that he's naked under his sweatpants. "Yeah? Well, you weren't alone there," Viggo murmurs, recalling the moment as if it were yesterday. "Within moments I was so hard that I thought I'd break. I'd never needed someone to touch me as much as I needed you to touch me that night..." Viggo takes in a shaky breath.
"Like I need you to touch me now, Sean. I've missed you."
Sean nods in agreement, afraid to trust his voice because it really feels as if they're back in time to those first times. His hands slip under the hem of Viggo's shirt and roam every inch of skin they can reach, slipping between their bodies.
"I remember how it felt when I touched your chest for the first time. I had fantasized so long about how it would feel.. if the hair on your chest would be crisp under my fingers or soft.. how your nipples would feel when I touched them.. They drove me crazy, you know.." he grins, fingers combing through soft hair and settling on nipples that are already hard for him.
Viggo moans and shivers again, his body responding immediately to Sean's touch - just as it always had - always does - always would. He makes a low growling sound deep in his throat and rolls them both over so he's once more lying under the weight of Sean's body but knocking over another stack of books in the process. The letter P probably... Viggo sucks in another breath.
"You weren't the only one who was going crazy," he mutters, arching up against Sean, instantly wanting more of his touch. "I swear sometimes my nipples were speaking to you of their own accord," Viggo adds, his hands stroking under Sean's waistband to palm his buttocks. "Like they are now..."
"I know.. I can hear them. And they're telling me that it's way too long since I've tasted them and felt them under my tongue.."
Sean's hand, still nestled under Viggo's shirt, moves to grab the hem and pull it up as he lifts himself to straddle his man and drink in the sight of him.
"It's quite warm in here, don't you agree?" he asks softly.
"You could say that," Viggo whispers breathlessly, staring up at Sean with hungry, darkened eyes. Knowing that Sean is staring at him is enough to make his nipples feel even tighter and thinking about his man sucking on them makes him moan softly and his cock lift and harden.
"Perhaps you should take that shirt off," Viggo continues, licking his lips. "Don't want you overheating..."
"Overheating is not exactly the word I would use to describe my state.." Sean laughs, a low sexy little laugh that lifts the corner of his lips in that special way that is his very own.
He can see Viggo's sweatpants tenting and God knows he himself is so hard that the zipper of his old jeans is probably going to burst. His hands are already busy with the buttons of his shirt, their movement efficient and economical, no teasing this time.
Viggo holds his breath as Sean's body is revealed, but then his hands come up, his questing fingers stroking up warm belly and chest and then carefully opening Sean's button and zipper. He sighs, the sound turning into a growl of need as Sean's cock seems jump into his hand.
"You're as hard as me," he murmurs, squeezing the hot flesh, and using his free hand to push his own sweat pants down his hips. Already he's imagining the feel of it breaching his body. "Need you," he mutters.
"Can't remember a time when I wasn't needing you.. I ached for you ever since we shook hands in the airport right after your flight to New Zealand landed. And no matter how long we've been together or how many times we loved each other there's always this hollow feeling inside me that goes away only when we're together like this.."
Sean's words are matter of fact, there's no need to shy away from the truth right now, not when Viggo is looking at him that way, with his eyes dark and his lips flushed.
"Want you naked. Want us both naked. Want to feel all of you. And for you to feel me."
Viggo swallows the lump in his throat and smiles. "So do it," he replies huskily, letting go of Sean's cock only so he can rid himself of his own t-shirt and kick his sweatpants off and away so he's naked on the carpet. "Get these damn jeans off, Sean - so I can feel all of you," he urges, returning his hands to Sean's loosened jeans but knowing Sean's going to have to get up to take them off.
"And I hope you haven't put the lube somewhere out of the way while you've been tidying up the place.."
"I restocked the whole house." Sean can't help the big grin on his face as he scrambles up enough to push the jeans down his hips, tugging the boxers along and throwing the bundled garments out of the way, "I kind of knew that we'd need supplies all around the place as soon as you stepped through the door.."
On his knees, he slips a hand between the sofa cushion and the armrest and brandishes triumphantly the slim tube.
Viggo chuckles despite his increasing arousal. "That's my Sean," he murmurs, reaching up to stroke his hands up Sean's thighs. "Always so organised - don't know what I'd do without you..." The words sound loud in his head despite the softness of his voice and Viggo's face turns serious again.
"And I don't just mean about the lube or anything else you sort out for us - or tidy up after me" he whispers. "I love you - and I need your love. And right now I need you to show me again that I have it..."
"Of course you have it. And I love you and need you more than words can tell.. just look at how crazy I go when you're not here with me and I'm left to my own devices.." Sean gestures to the empty bookshelves and the piles of books stacked on the living room floor.
Later, when they're snuggled up and holding each other, he will tell Viggo about the things that have worrying him, but now - now they're not important. "Come here, I want to taste you and feel you and love you."
Viggo sighs and pulls himself up to wrap his arms around Sean's back. "Remind me not to leave you to your own devices too often," he murmurs, pressing a row of butterfly kisses across Sean's chest. "But you know I love you crazy, right?" he asks with a smile then slowly lowers himself back down onto the rug and stretches his arms above his head.
"I think my nipples are calling you," Viggo whispers, squirming a little as he stares up at Sean and then shivering as he feels precome drip onto his belly from his already leaking cock.
"They definitely are and they're not all that's calling to me.."
Sean's eyes are intent as he settles on the rug by Viggo's side, a possessive hand curling around the hard cock that seems to be drawing it like a magnet. The sight of Viggo spread out like this for him is enough to take his breath away and make his heart beat fast and drum in his ears.
"Beautiful," he whispers, lowering his head to Viggo's chest to kiss one nipple and then the other, like a worshipper.
Viggo groans as Sean's warm hand circles and squeezes his aching cock. He always knew just where to touch... And when he said things like that, all the breath seemed to leave Viggo's body.
"You make me feel beautiful," Viggo whispers huskily, his body arching up from the floor and his fingers tangling in Sean's hair. "You make me feel pretty special too," he adds, his eyes closing.
"Good," Sean purrs, rubbing his cheek against one of Viggo's nipples and feeling the stiff nub harden even more begging for attention, "because I want to make you feel like no one else can.."
There's a note of possessiveness in Sean's voice, like always when Viggo's been away for some time. He feels as if he needs to conquer him back, to show him that nothing in the world can be as special as the two of them together.
"Beautiful," he repeats, "and mine.." he adds, putting his mouth to Viggo's chest and travelling down to his belly, lapping away the stickiness of precome.
"No doubt about that," Viggo whispers, his abdominal muscles tensing as he feels the twin assault of Sean's lips and tongue join that of his stubbled chin on increasingly sensitive skin. "No damn doubt at all," he breathes, the words leaving in a rush as he squirms some more on the rug.
"My Sean," Viggo whispers and his left foot kicks out a little, toppling over another pile of books. Probably S - or maybe N, he thinks distractedly as he tries to will his cock into the wet heat of Sean's mouth.
"Yes - and your Sean is going to take care to make you feel good.."
The words are purred against the skin of Viggo's belly, soft hair tickling Sean's lips as he licks them in anticipation of the treat waiting for him. And like he does when tasting a sweet treat, he runs his tongue from the broad root to the salty tip, then, with a throaty sound of pleasure he takes the whole cock into his mouth.
"Oh god," Viggo gasps, his toes curling into the carpet and his whole body arching upwards like he could float away.
The heat and suction of Sean's mouth is incredible and almost immediately Viggo is whimpering and struggling to breathe; there's no way he can form coherent words - all he can do is keep stroking Sean's head. So he stops trying and lets his eyes close, savouring the astonishing pleasure his man is affording him.
Sean's hand strokes Viggo's hip and upper thigh soothingly, smoothing the bunched muscles as he makes small hums of approval.
God, but it feels good to give his man pleasure, so good he's unable to stop himself and pull back. And the sounds Viggo is making only make him strive for more.
If you don't stop right this minute... But somewhere in the fog that used to be his brain, Viggo knows he doesn't want Sean to stop - ever. The heat and the suction and the stroking and the purring are all just too good. And he needs this - needs Sean to suck all the tiredness and unhappiness at another forced separation out of him so he can relax - and sleep...
"Going to come," he whispers, his voice husky and urgent and his fingers digging into Sean's scalp.
Sean's fingers drum their approval on Viggo's hip, then slip down to cradle his buttock.
He know his Viggo tends to lose his usual composure when he comes like this and he wants to keep him still as much as he can so he can get his labour of love done in just the right way.. that is to the last drop..
All it takes is that caressing hand and lightening flash of tongue and Viggo knows he's lost. "Jesus - oh christ - christ," he gasps and then his head is arching back, his eyes wide and staring as the growing tightening of his body spreads to his core. His fingers clutch and pull in Sean's hair but he can't help it; Sean's mouth is just too much to take and then with a sharp cry, orgasm takes him.
The heat filling Sean's mouth seems to spread to his whole body, like a warm glow made of happiness and pride to have given Viggo such pleasure.
His hands move gently now on the spasming body, soothing and showing the way back as he makes sure that Viggo is spent before he pulls back and rests his cheek on the still-tense belly with a satisfied sigh.
"You're wonderful," he murmurs with lazy contentment.
Viggo inhales deeply and then breathes out, but his heart is still thumping loudly in his chest. "Don't know about that," he whispers with a breathless smile. "But I sure as hell know I'm fortunate..." His fingers stroke through Sean's hair, the small movements helping him to relax and come down, though every square inch of his skin seems highly sensitized and his whole body feels alive. That's what coming home did for him - coming home to Sean...
"I'm sorry - I toppled some of your book stacks," he murmurs, turning his head to see the collapsed piles.
Sean lifts his head to take in the sight of the scattered books, then shrugs and laughs, shifting his body up until he can tuck his head under Viggo's chin and nuzzle the warm, sweat-salty skin of his neck.
"We can sort them out together. But later, much later.. I have to say it does look kind of crazy to have emptied the bookshelves, but it did make sense when I started doing it.. And it was a welcome distraction.."
"Distracton?" Viggo repeats with a slow smile, hugging Sean close. "Fuck, Sean, you've got your garden if you need distraction, but reorganising bookshelves? Sheesh..." Viggo turns his head on the carpet to survey the large number of books. Funny how there always seemed to be hundreds more when they weren't on the shelves. His eye catches sight of a magazine under the couch and instinctively he reaches out to grasp it.
"Here - something else that needs organizing," he murmurs, about to set it down on the nearest pile when he notices something. "Hey, wait a minute - that sexy as all hell Richard Sharpe is on the cover of this..."
Sean raises his head and flushes. He'd forgotten all about throwing that magazine to the floor and then kicking it under the couch. But he hasn't forgotten the review of Sharpe's Peril featured in it, far from it... The first impulse is to snatch the magazine from Viggo's hands and throw it away again where he can't see it, but how could he explain that to Viggo without making him curious?
"You have sexy Sean Bean snuggling up to you right here right now, why bother with Sharpe?!"
Viggo chuckles and holds Sean close with one arm whilst holding the magazine at arms length above him. "I know I have," Viggo murmurs huskily. "But there's nothing wrong with wanting both now, is there?" he asks huskily, staring at his lover in the familiar Sharpe pose - one foot up on a rock, rifle in hand - and ready to take anyone on.
"I mean, look at you, Sean," Viggo adds, when Sean doesn't answer. "Damn, you always did look hot in that green uniform..."
Heat flares again in Sean, but this time it's got nothing to do with arousal or embarrassment, this time it is pure anger at the reviewer, such as to make him forget his intention to keep this from Viggo.
"Apparently that's not what the critic thought," he growls, literally. "It's the reviewer's stated opinion that my uniform looks baggy. He doesn't suggest openly that that is because I'm past my prime and getting flabby but he does phrase things in such a way that everyone will come to that conclusion.. Oh, and rather than hot, he says that I look like I'm thinking of having a bacon butty instead of tackling an enemy."
"They said what?" Viggo asks in reply, taken totally by surprise by Sean's words and the venom with which they were spoken. "That's a crock of shit - and you know it..." Part of him wants to laugh because what this person had said was indeed laughable - but Sean obviously didn't appreciate the comments. And then something else occurs to him. Viggo drops the magazine to the floor and lifts Sean's chin so he can see his face.
"How long have you known about this, hmm? Since it was screened? Why didn't you say anything?"
"What was I supposed to do? Call you overseas and whine about a bad review? The time we had with each other over the phone was too precious to waste it talking about this shit. I know I shouldn't let it get at me, but..." Sean shrugs, fully aware that he's whining now and that just remembering the scathing comments made by the reviewer is making him angry and hurt all over again.
"What you did was wrong," Viggo replies evenly. "What you were supposed to do was call me and tell me. This is you and me, remember? We tell each other everything - good or bad. I hate to think of you all chewed up over this when you could've shared it - let me help you see that what this guy said was just one opinion, Sean. And an opinion that isn't worth shit." Viggo moves his head to kiss Sean's downturned mouth.
"For what it's worth, I thought you were great. It was a very realistic portrayal of a tired, battle weary soldier who no longer had his partner to go home to. Sure it was a shame the pants didn't show off your amazing ass but remember I know you're in damn good shape - and that's all that matters..."
Sean can't help a small grin lighting up his face as Viggo mentions his arse. He is kind of pleased with it, always has been, and he certainly hasn't ever minded showing it off.
Especially to Viggo, he thinks, as he remembers buying shorts one size too small just to make sure Viggo would notice him at the first day-off barbecue PJ threw for the new Aragorn after he'd belatedly joined the rest of the cast.
"I can relate to the feeling tired and battle weary, but - thank God - I have the most wonderful partner in the world to go home to..." he whispers, returning the pressure of Viggo's lips on his own.
"And I have the finest man and the finest ass to come home to," Viggo growls, sliding his hand down to grab a handful of Sean's buttock and squeeze it. "So forget what that prick said - he's not important. What matters is us - right now..." Viggo grins and kisses Sean again.
"And right now I suggest we leave these books and head upstairs where you can show me again that it's not just making sandwiches that you're good at - yeah?"
"There's lots of things I'm really good at and lots of tricks I know. And I plan to show you each and every one of them, just as a reminder, you know.." Sean grins, his usual confidence surfacing again in the green glint of his eyes and the jut of his chin.
"I should've talked to you about how this shitty review bothered me. It kind of hit a nerve," he admits, sitting up and pulling up from the carpet with him.
Viggo smiles, relieved and happy to see the familiar confident grin return to Sean's face. He lets himself be pulled up to a sitting position on the rug and stretches his shoulders. Soft the rug might be but there was still a fucking hard floor underneath it...
"I'm looking forward to being reacquainted with all of your skills," he murmurs, cupping Sean's face with gentle, tender fingers. "And then maybe I'll write a review of my own..."
"That is something I'd love to read.." Sean chuckles and turns his face to brush laughing lips across Viggo's fingers and the palm of his hand. He hasn't however, failed to notice the small grimace on his lover's face and can imagine how he must feel after being cramped in an airplane seat for hours and finding himself tackled to the ground once he got home.
"Let's go upstairs, so I can take care of you and give you lots of things to write about in that review of yours," he suggests.
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Date: 2009-03-06 10:49 am (UTC)Oh there's definitely method in the madness!!
*heads off to Part 2 in glee*
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Date: 2009-03-06 11:27 am (UTC)