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rugbytacklePairing/Rating: Viggo/Sean [NC-17]
Disclaimer: This only happened inside our heads - all made up
Warning: some rimming... ;)
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Note: Part 1 here
"Good plan," Viggo murmurs, the light touch of Sean's lips sending sparks of electricity down his arm and across his body. There was nothing in the world quite like his cocky, confident Sean - eager to please and to pleasure but always tender and considerate too. Viggo takes a breath and smiles.
"But help me up, will you? Maybe it's my age but I seem to have got myself stuck down here..."
"I'm not getting any younger meself but I think I can manage that much.." Sean jokes as, with a little rueful smile, he helps Viggo up and steadies him until he's sure he can manage on his own.
"I really shouldn't have pounced on you that way. I'll have to check your tailbone very carefully to make sure there's no harm done," he says, with a perfectly straight, solicitous face.
Viggo stretches his shoulders and rotates his neck a couple of times, completely at ease with his nakedness. "Yeah? I don't think I've heard it called that before," he murmurs in reply, struggling to keep his face straight as he stares back at Sean.
"But don't worry - you can pounce on me any time you want, love - I guess after all those rugby tackles back then, I deserve it. And especially if it means you get to check my tailbone..."
"It's my duty to do that.. And it'll certainly be my pleasure.." Sean's eyebrows shoot up as he speaks, inviting Viggo to share this private tease. Lord, but it feels good to be back to this - not only the lovemaking, but the private jokes, the sharing things.. Even the drab feeling he'd been experiencing with the big birthday looming ahead and the nasty review have lightened now that he's shared things with Viggo.
"Upstairs, Doctor Sean has some work to do..."
"My own private physician," Viggo murmurs, taking Sean's hand, happy that his lover is more his normal self now. "I'm privileged indeed - honoured even," he adds with a grin. Ignoring the stacked and scattered books littering the carpet, Viggo leads Sean out of the living room and into the hallway. At the foot of the stairs he pauses.
"I'll go up first - so you can do an initial assessment of my tailbone as we climb the stairs. And I like the sound of this work you've got planned. I'm assuming you practise alternative medicine, Doctor?"
"Very alternative - bordering on kinky, some would say," Sean remarks huskily, mouth going dry as his gaze is fixed on Viggo's delectable arse as he climbs the stairs in front of him, exaggerating the movement of his hips and the clench of his muscles just a little.
Show off, Sean thinks. But what a show...
"Kinky, huh? Interesting.... But I hope you're doing that assessment, Doctor," Viggo murmurs as he reaches the top of the stairs, "and not just looking at my ass..." He turns and smiles - a happy, loving smile - and takes Sean's hands, pulling him close.
"Thought you'd want to put your hands on some," Viggo whispers. "An initial assessment usually involves some kind of examination. Or I can lie down if you want me to, Doctor. You'll find I'm a very willing patient..."
Sean's eyebrows shoot up under green eyes glinting with mischief.
"A hands-on examination is certainly good," he nods, hands comfortably filled with Viggo's nicely rounded arse cheeks, "but Doctor Sean is a firm believer in using other techniques as well, so you'd better lie down on that bed for him with your tailbone up in the air.."
A soft moan of anticipation sounds low in Viggo's throat and he presses closer, bringing as much of their skin into contact as he can manage. Already he can imagine the feel of being spread wide while expert fingers and tongue explore him - and then the feel of Sean's thick cock breaching him. Oh God...
"I'll do that," Viggo murmurs, sinking his teeth into the cord of muscle at the juncture of Sean's neck and shoulder. "Right now I'm in favour of any technique the good doctor has in mind..."
"The doctor definitely has things on his mind and is known to be skilled," Sean growls with pleasure, fingers digging harder into the warm flesh they're cupping.
God but it feels good to have Viggo's teeth marking him and making his flesh tingle, and he just can't wait to return the favour, using his mouth on that flesh he has his hands on.
"The doctor says it's time to lie down and let him work his magic.."
"And I always do what my doctor tells me to do," Viggo purrs, rubbing himself against Sean and hissing with pleasure. "So you better let me go do that," he adds, reluctantly pulling away from Sean's wonderful hold and hands. He licks his lips and smiles, then turns away to open the bedroom door. Inside, Viggo tugs back the covers and lies belly down on the sheets, shivering as his heated skin comes into contact with cool cotton.
"I'm ready for some of your magic," he whispers, lifting his arms above his head.
"Fuck, what a sight you are, Mr. Mortensen... the doctor is kind of overwhelmed," Sean whispers, his gaze roaming Viggo's back down to the curve of his arse and his fingertips following reverently, unable not to touch and make sure that this amazing vision is real.
"I hope the patient doesn't mind that the doctor plans to get very personal with his therapies," he murmurs, settling himself down on the bed and nuzzling the delicious dimples at the small of Viggo's back.
"The patient doesn't mind one bit," Viggo whispers, tensing and shivering again as Sean's lips and stubble brush his skin. "He likes a physician with a personal touch," he adds, unable to stop rubbing himself against the sheet, suddenly in need of some friction to ease the growing tightness in his cock.
"And the patient also likes a physician who explains what it is that he's going to do," Viggo whispers, breathless with anticipation as he lifts his head and turns it so he can see Sean's face.
The grin on Sean's face is broad as he lifts his head to meet Viggo's inquiring gaze.
"Well, I do believe a doctor shouldn't reveal his secrets, but seeing as you are my very special patient I'm willing to tell you what I'm going to do.." Sean settles more comfortably between his lover's legs and smiles a slow smile. "I'm going to check for damages and as my hands aren't sensitive enough, I'm going to do it with my mouth and tongue - and once I'm assured that there's no harm done, maybe I'll... well, we'll get to that once my examination is through.."
"Thorough examinations are good," Viggo murmurs, nodding in an attempt to appear more relaxed than he's actually feeling. He also knows he isn't fooling anyone - that he'll be whimpering and begging in a matter of moments - but it just doesn't matter. He's here with the sexiest man on the planet - a man who loves him - and fuck, it doesn't get any better than that.
"Take your time, Doctor," Viggo whispers. "I'd hate for you to miss anything..."
"Missing things is not my style, I'm a very thorough person, as you should know.."
The last words are whispered breath against Viggo's skin and a satisfied grin curls Sean's lips as he sees goosebumps appear on it as a result. But he's a victim of his own game, because the lure of tasting that skin is irresistible and he can't wait any longer.
"Yes - yes, I know," Viggo whispers, his voice strained as the warmth of Sean's breath on his skin makes him shiver and squirm on the bed. Viggo he clutches handfuls of sheet in an attempt to retain some semblance of control, but he knows its a battle that's already lost.
"Touch me - taste me," he whispers almost silently as he closes his eyes and buries his face in the pillow, waiting for that indescribable moment when he feels the touch of Sean's wickedly hot tongue.
With a deep breath Sean pushes away the sudden impulse to devour, to taste every inch of flesh at the same time. Viggo deserves better than that.. a slow savouring..
So it is with slow, loving tenderness that he trails his open mouth across the small of Viggo's back to the point where the spine dips into the crease between his perfect arse cheeks.
"Does it hurt here?" he inquires softly.
Viggo sucks in a breath and holds it as Sean's lips caress his skin. Struggling to relax and stay still, he exhales slowly, loosening his hold on his handfuls of sheet.
"No," he whispers huskily, turning his head on the pillow and opening his eyes. "But there are other spots that might do with some of your special attention," he adds, trying to ignore his tight pulsing cock pressed between his belly and the mattress - and failing miserably.
"Just like I thought... It is your doctor's duty to make sure that there is no internal damage done..." Sean makes a tsktsk noise and cups Viggo's buttocks with his hands, thumbs gently spreading them.
"This is why I said that this could get very personal and that my therapies would be considered unorthodox by some... Don't say I didn't warn you.." he murmurs, tracing with his tongue the length of Viggo's crease before circling his hole.
"Oh Jesus..." The words leave Viggo's mouth on a hiss of breath, his hips bucking upwards at the slick wet slide and his eyes opening wide. Unorthodox? Un-fucking-believable more like... "I think you found my sore spot," he whispers hoarsely, his body quivering in anticipation of more - much more.
"Just like you always do," Viggo adds, burying his face in the pillow and grinding his aching erection into the mattress.
"Oh, I just knew there was bound to be some spot that needed special attention.. a lot of special attention.." Sean murmurs, the whispered words against the damp skin making Viggo shiver deliciously under his hands.
"Doctor Sean will make that soreness go away and see that you feel good - very good.." he explains, mouth already on Viggo's skin again, tongue getting busy.
Another shuddering breath leaves Viggo's body and he grips the sheet tightly, struggling for some control and some cool but rapidly losing the battle for both. Not sure of how long he'll be able to last, Viggo licks his lips and turns his head once again towards Sean.
"I hope the Doctor makes that sooner rather than later," he gasps out, his body bucking at each touch of Sean's tongue. Viggo tries a rather desperate smile. "Or his patient's gonna be finding a cure of his own," he whispers, once more rubbing his leaking cock against the sheet.
"The patient seems to be in some kind of discomfort... maybe the kind of treatment I've been ministering is too bland and something more forceful is in order.." Sean makes his voice sound worried as his hands grip more firmly Viggo's bucking hips.
But one thing he knows for sure. And that is that he's so hard that he's aching to be buried between those perfect arse cheeks, buried deep into that luscious tightness his tongue has just tasted..
"Believe me - your tongue could never be described as bland," Viggo mutters, unclenching his fist and reaching round to grasp Sean's arm. He takes a breath and forces himself to relax so the grip of his fingers turns to more of a caress - and a rather urgent caress at that.
"But the doctor's right," Viggo whispers, spreading his legs a little further in invitation. "The doctor's always right. The patient needs something more forceful. A good hard fucking is what he needs - please."
"No need to say please.. It's a doctor's sworn duty to take care of his patient.. And it'll certainly be his pleasure.." Sean's reassuring tone is slightly disturbed by the sudden dryness in his mouth as Viggo spreads himself invitingly.
"This doctor happens to have exactly what is needed to heal you and knows the best way to treat you," he murmurs, reaching out an arm to carelessly fumble around on the nightstand.
Viggo's hand joins Sean's on the nightstand and its his fingers that find the small bottle first. "Here," he whispers hoarsely. "And don't be teasing me with it," he adds though deep down he knows Sean won't do anything of the sort - and the look in his lover's eyes when he turns reaffirms that.
"Love you," Viggo whispers. "You always know the best way to treat me."
"I'm glad you think that.. love you too.." Sean murmurs, dropping the doctor persona as he leans down to nuzzle Viggo's hair away from his nape and kiss the warm, sweaty skin there.
Games are fun, but they're just icing on the cake.. and when it gets round to the cake.. well, it's just the two of them together and there's really no need for anything more...
"No teasing," he promises softly, rolling to his side to slick his aching cock.
Viggo nods, twisting his head round to watch as Sean lubes himself up. He can tell by the way Sean's teeth are catching his bottom lip and the sharp hiss of breath that Sean's need is great - probably even greater than his own and he's both reassured and further aroused by that. Viggo swallows and licks his lips in anticipation. Past his prime? Sean? Never... Fuck, the man was glorious...
"Come on, Sean," he whispers urgently, squirming on the sheet. "I need it. I need you..."
Sean barely realizes the sharp exhale of breath he lets out - in relief - as he's done slicking his cock. He's so hard and needy he aches with it and Viggo's urgent invitation does little to calm him down.
"We're attuned then, as always.. because I need you so much I can barely breathe.." he whispers, taking his place between Viggo's thighs and scooting close.
"Then do it," Viggo urges, his body tense, yet open and willing as he waits for the moment Sean breaches him. He can feel the sweat pooling already in the small of his back and the hair at the back of his neck is sticky and damp - he's not going to hold on much longer... Viggo knows that no matter how much he wants this to last, that their joining will be fast and hard.
But fuck, does he need this - so much that as he feels Sean move close, feels that first touch, he's half up on his hands knees - impatient and wanting.
Cradling Viggo close, Sean lines himself up and sinks in. One smooth glide, as slow as he can manage, which is not slow at all because he just needs to be there and knows that right here, right now Viggo won't mind the discomfort. It hurts more not to be joined than whatever pain the joining may cause.
"Yours," he breathes against the damp skin of his man's neck, unable to stop his tongue from darting out to taste the salt and musk of his sweat.
Viggo says nothing for a moment as he bites his lip and lets the initial sharp pain give way to a glorious sense of fullness and warmth. Fuck, this moment was what he'd been waiting for - that awful emptiness in his life while he'd been away now both literally and symbolically filled - perfect...
"Yes," he finally manages, sucking in a distinctly shaky breath, instinctively moving his head back to rub his cheek against Sean's bent head. "As I'm yours - all yours..."
"Missed you, missed this," Sean breathes, knowing that these few words are inadequate to express how stranded he's felt during Viggo's absence, lonely and fretting about things that now that they're together again seem so absurd.
"You feel wonderful," he adds softly, pulling back and slipping right back in, unable to break the contact for more than a second.
"You feel pretty wonderful yourself," Viggo whispers. And he means it - Sean's hard heat moving slickly inside him and making him glow - god, sometimes it was like he was made for this... Viggo moans softly, letting his head fall forward and reaching out to brace one hand against the headboard as their rhythm builds. The slight change of angle drives Sean deeper and Viggo groans, biting his lip.
"Harder," he urges, pushing back against Sean, wanting to feel him lose it.
"I feel like the world is mine right now, because I have you," Sean growls, spurred on by Viggo's urgency, by the need plain in his roughened voice and in the tension showing in the way he grips the headboard, making the clenched muscles in his arm a thing of beauty.
He thrusts harder, deeper, almost whimpering with the exquisite feel the grip of Viggo's body is giving him.
"That's - it - that's - what - I - need..." Viggo gasps out the words, closing his eyes to best feel Sean - all of him - inside him and around him... Viggo shudders as each thrust seems to carry Sean impossibly deep and his own cock twitches and jumps, as if crying out for some attention of its own. He moans and reaches his free hand down to do just that, his fingers shaking and sweaty.
"Help me," he whispers hoarsely.
Shifting his weight and moving closer, Sean manages to free a hand and immediately reaches out, fingers eagerly joining Viggo's in fisting his swollen cock.
"You're ready," he grates, "and so am I - it's been too long.." And it's true, even a single day feels too long without this man.
Viggo's heart is thundering in his chest and his breathing his ragged. Now with Sean's hand joining his own, the sensations flooding Viggo's body become too much to withstand. Like it always is - like it always will be... "Ready? Fuck, yes," he growls, his neck and hips arching back, but at the same time, wanting to thrust into the grip of Sean's fist.
"With me," Viggo gasps, orgasm upon him.
"Always," Sean manages to grate out before the sweet clench of Viggo's body around him takes him over, joining him in a long tide of spasms of exquisite pleasure.
For a while it feels like they could go on together like this forever, then, slowly, the climax starts to ebb away, leaving him limp and happy, draped over his Viggo.
Collapsed on the bed, quivering and spent with Sean wrapped around him - and still inside him - all Viggo can do is take in one breath after another - and smile. He doesn't have any words; he doesn't have the breath or the coordination for anything like that just now. So he just closes his eyes and breathes in and out and slowly strokes the back of Sean's outstretched hand with one slightly sticky thumb.
"Missed you," he murmurs finally, turning his head on the pillow.
"Missed you too... hope you enjoyed my way of saying welcome back.." Sean laughs softly and reaches to take Viggo's hand and take it to his lips, kissing the sticky palm before starting to lick it clean. Then, tucking the now clean and slightly damp hand under his chin, he makes a small sound of contentment.
"We don't need to move, do we?" he asks.
The soft throaty huff of Sean's laughter makes Viggo shiver and smile. Then he sighs. He doesn't really want to move but... "No," he whispers, "I don't suppose we do, except..." Viggo pauses and with an effort, turns in bed, at first pushing Sean away to enable the move and then once they're facing each other, gathering him close. "...that I want to see your wonderful smiling face before I go to sleep."
Viggo grins. "Soppy, I know, but I don't care," he adds, brushing Sean's cheek and lips with his fingertips.
"There's nothing wrong with soppy, not when it's to do with you looking at me in that way.." Sean assures, chasing Viggo's wandering fingers with his lips and giving them little playful nips when he manages to catch one.
"Just like there's nothing wrong with doing such a thing as watching you sleep, which is what I'm about to do.."
"Yeah? The thought of you doing that makes me feel all warm and cared for," Viggo murmurs. He wants to stay like this, cocooned in this warm, safe place, just talking and touching and catching up, but he can feel his eyelids beginning to droop.
"And something tells me you won't be waiting too long to do that either," he adds with a drowsy smile, stroking his fingers into Sean's hair and then squeezing the back of his neck.
"You do look tired," Sean grins, leaning close to kiss the tip of Viggo's nose. "And don't forget I will want to have you all nicely rested in the morning.. to help me get all those books back into their shelves.." he explains, holding back a smirk at the panicked look on Viggo's face.
Help you get all those books back into their shelves? That'll take up the whole day the way you'll want to do it... Viggo's eyes open wide for a moment as he imagines the scene, then he breathes out and closes his eyes with a smile.
"Don't you worry - I hadn't forgotten," he murmurs, planning to be up early, without waking Sean, and be downstairs to put all the books back on their shelves in whatever order they come to hand. "Those books'll soon be tidied away..."
"We'll do that together tomorrow, now you need to get some rest... and I'll be here watching you until I fall asleep myself.." Sean sighs with pure satisfaction as he stretches out in just the right way, the way he can see Viggo's face and still keep their bodies in contact as much as possible.
"We'll only need to get up again the stacks we tumbled while rolling around on the floor.."
"Yeah - rest - tomorrow - together," Viggo murmurs drowsily, then opens one eye to wink at Sean. "I can hardly wait..." There's no way he's spending any time stacking books into alphabetical piles.
Ten minutes while the kettle's boiling for Sean's tea ought to be enough time to sort them, he thinks, snuggling close and praying that his inbuilt alarm clock will wake him in good time to put his plan into action.
"It'll be fun..." Sean murmurs, to himself really because he can tell from the way Viggo's breathing has changed that he's fallen asleep. And it'll be fun because they'll be doing it together, he thinks, and that is what makes everything different.. better.. special.
-- [*] --
When Viggo wakes he's a little disorientated for a moment, but then carefully lifts his head to check the time on the clock on Sean's nightstand. A little early for morning tea but what the hell... Viggo smiles to himself and then very carefully and gets out of bed. Thankfully Sean had rolled onto his back and was dead to the world, snoring softly, so as quiet as a ranger from the north, but still completely naked, Viggo quietly pads out of the room and heads downstairs.
Once in the living room, Viggo switches on the table lamp then quickly pulls on his sweatpants and immediately sets about returning the books to the shelves. He works quickly and silently, lifting the piles of books one by one and setting them on the shelves in a mix of alphabetical, colour coded and random order, then gathers up the scattered books with a smile, remembering the night before. Fifteen minutes later with his task completed, Viggo heads to the kitchen to make the tea.
It's not the grayish light of dawn that wakes Sean but the fact that rolling around in bed he finds only emptiness, when he'd been unconsciously expecting a much loved warm body.
It's enough to drag him out of bed at such an ungodly hour, quickly pulling on a longish, baggy sweater he has lying around that is not fit for wearing outside the house any more.
Quietly he pads to the kitchen, Viggo is probably there, his hours all weird because of the jetlag...
Engrossed in stirring the tea in the pot, and thinking about the days ahead stretching out in front of them, Viggo almost jumps when Sean enters the kitchen. Then he smiles and replaces the teapot lid as he looks Sean up and down, then leans against the countertop, one hand on hip. There couldn't be many men approaching fifty who could manage to look hot whilst wearing nothing but an old baggy sweater, but somehow his Sean could. Incredible....
"Well," he murmurs huskily, his throat rough from sleep and need of a hot, soothing drink. "I reckon between your sweater and my pants, we've got us a suit of clothes... Sorry if I woke you, love..."
"You didn't wake me, love, your ranger skills have not deserted you.. I woke because I was feeling lonely. I guess it will take a couple of days for the jetlag to stop having you awake at odd hours.." Sean leans against the kitchen counter, close enough to Viggo to feel the warmth radiating off him. Amazing how warm the man always seems to be, no matter how naked he is or how cold the place.
"Is that tea? Real tea, I mean?"
"Sure it's real tea," Viggo says softly, reaching out with his free hand and stroking his fingers into Sean's rumpled hair. "And its Yorkshire tea - only the best for my Yorkshire man..." This was the kind of moment he treasured - the quiet, getting on with life kind of moment - simple and easy and so damn good it makes Viggo smile and press his lips to Sean's wool covered shoulder.
"I was going to bring it back up to bed; d'you want to do that? I mean it's still awful early - or shall we have it in the living room?"
"Living room," Sean replies with no hesitation. Bed is good, but the living room sofa is cosy and feels more proper-like for lying around during the day. Not to mention fooling around during the day, which is what goes on there more often then not when they're both in residence..
"I'll go build up a fire - seeing that we're wearing only one set of clothes between the two of us.." he grins, nuzzling into Viggo's mop of hair.
"Good plan," Viggo murmurs, turning his head and planting a brief hard kiss on Sean's lips. "I'll finish up here and come join you in a minute," he adds, unable to resist stroking his hand down Sean's wool clad back to curl possessively around one warm, naked and perfectly shaped buttock and squeezing it.
"And if we get cold, there's another set of clothes scattered in there somewhere," Viggo whispers with a wink, and gives Sean's ass a loving pat. "Go on, Bean - go light my fire..."
"Don't need to head to the living room to do that," Sean chuckles, returning the compliment paid to his arse by running his fingers through the hair dusting Viggo's naked chest, a favourite of his.
"But I'll go and sort out one fire after the other.. that's a promise, Mortensen.."
Viggo grins and pushes his hair out of his face. His skin is tingling under Sean's teasing caress and his nipples harden instantly. Nothing ever changed - he'd respond to Sean's touch to the day he died...
"What? Before breakfast?" he growls softly. "Don't forget I never got to finish my sandwich," he adds, suddenly thinking about his abandoned sandwich lying somewhere in the living room. That was something he hadn't gotten around to clearing up...
"I'm always at my hungriest before breakfast, as you should know.." Sean grins saucily and his fingers stray to one of those irresistible nipples, giving it a meaningful little tweak. "I will let you have breakfast, only fair since I seem to have disrupted your dinner snack and got you involved in other activities.."
"Oh, don't get me wrong - I kinda enjoyed your disruption," Viggo murmurs huskily, shivering as Sean's fingers tease his now rock hard nipple. "I was just pointing out that I'm hungry - for food as well as you..." He pulls back and taps Sean's ass with the palm of his hand.
"Fire, Bean - now. Or this tea will spoil and go cold..."
"Yes, boss, I'll go and get the fires burning.. for you.." Sean grins and gives his best Sharpe salute before heading to the living room.
Once there he kneels down by the fireplace and starts working. He's still halfway through the proceedings when he freezes, realizing that the living room floor is clear, not a single book around where stacks and stacks and tumbled piles should have been.
In the kitchen, Viggo collects milk and a couple of mugs and adds them to the tray with the teapot and a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits. Then he carries the tray through to the living room where he finds Sean kneeling in front of the fireplace, a perplexed look on his face.
Viggo grins, sets down the tray and joins Sean on the fireside rug. "What's up, love?" he asks with a wink, rubbing his shoulder against Sean's. "Lost the matches?"
The sly grin on Viggo's face tells it all.. Sean shakes his head in amazement and settles on his heels, looking around at the expanse of uncluttered carpeting.
"When did you do this? No, silly question.. you couldn't sleep through the night I suppose, what with jetlag and all.. But you didn't have to do this and to do it all at once.. it must have taken hours to sort the books.."
Viggo's eyebrows lift. "Sort the books?" he repeats, fixing his gaze on Sean's profile. "I didn't sort them exactly - leastways, not all of them. The stacks went back in letter groups - so all the B's are together, just not strictly in order and not necessarily following the A's... The piles I accidentally kicked over I put back in color groups; you have a lot of blue books, by the way - as you can see. And it took me about twenty minutes - tops."
When Sean doesn't respond, Viggo reaches out to cup his lover's neck with tender fingers. "Life's too short to maintain an alphabetical bookcase, love."
Still gaping like a landed fish, Sean tries to come to terms with the prospect of a randomised library and with the idea of books sorted out in colour blocks.
"Blue's a nice colour.. I like blue.. your eyes are blue.." he blabbers, feeling like an idiot but unable to come up with some kind of intelligent comment.
The mumbled words make Viggo smile but Sean's expression tells him a lot about what Sean's thinking right now; perhaps he'd been a bit hasty here. Maybe the color organisation wasn't the right move - but that bottom shelf sure looked kinda nice with the blues sliding into the greens - like their eyes...
"I'm sorry, Sean," Viggo whispers, pressing his lips to Sean's ear. "I shouldn't have done what I did. I guess I just didn't want to spend any more time - special time - watching you put books onto shelves in alphabetical order..."
The warm pressure of Viggo's lips against his ear first and then his temple melts away the tension gripping Sean's body.
Viggo is right, there are better ways to spend the time they have together than sorting books from A to Z and putting them into a bookcase.
"You're right," he says softly, sitting down on the floor and pulling Viggo into his lap, "and it'll be an interesting experience finding out what books have ended up together because they're all blue.."
Viggo sighs and winds his arms around Sean's neck. "Okay," he murmurs, nuzzling Sean's jaw with his nose and lips. "But I can think of more fun things to do in our current state of undress than look at books..." With a soft chuckle Viggo leans back and gazes at Sean's face - his beloved face. Truth was it didn't matter what the hell they did - so long as they were together - doing things together - living and loving together. Viggo grins and nods towards the tea tray.
"But not before we have that tea - or before you cook me some breakfast..."
For a moment Sean wants to say that with his gorgeous man in his lap it is not exactly of tea and toast that he's thinking, then he remembers that Viggo ended up eating only a few bites of his sandwich last night and must be running on empty, so he smiles and nods. "You'll want a proper breakfast, with eggs and sausages and all.. and then we'll think together of ways to burn off all those calories.." he suggests with a meaningful wink.
"Now you're talking," Viggo growls softly, deliberately shifting in Sean's lap - but not too much; just enough to add physical emphasis to his thoughts. "And I mean both your suggestions," he adds with a slow lazy smile. "Just in case you were wondering..."
Viggo cups Sean's face in both hands as a sudden wave of emotion sweeps through him. "Whatever we do will always be perfect for me because it's with you," he whispers. "I love you more than I'll ever find words to explain. I just need you to know that."
"It's good to hear it put into words, but it's in your every gesture, love - in every touch and look you give me.. And in your getting up in the middle of the night to put those books back.." Sean smiles and leans close to plant a kiss on Viggo's lips.
"And in your making tea for me.."
"Good - I'm glad to hear that," Viggo murmurs as their lips part. Funny how he sometimes needed to say the words and at others they didn't seem important. And he had no idea why... But one thing was for sure, he didn't need to hear anything from Sean right now; all he ever would ever need to know was in Sean's eyes. Viggo stretches and smiles.
"And as for the tea..." He pauses and winks. "You haven't tasted it yet..."
"It will be good, because you made it. It makes a whole lot of difference, you know, when someone who loves you makes things for you. Even normal, everyday things like making a cup of tea," Sean explains quietly, struggling to push to the back of his conscience the doubt that he does not do for Viggo enough things of the kind he's saying.
Viggo nods, kisses Sean's serious mouth and then slides off his lap to pour the tea. As he shuffles across the carpet, his eyes are drawn to the bookshelves and he smiles suddenly.
"Yeah - I know what you mean. Normal, everyday things like organising a book case," he says softly, reaching for the teapot. "So if you want to do it the way you want it, just say so and I'll happily help you - okay?"
"No, you were right on that.." Sean shakes his head as he holds out his hand for the mug of tea Viggo is offering him, with milk already added just the way he likes it, another small gesture that says how much his man thinks of him and knows about him.
"There's other, nicer ways we can spend time together - even when doing everyday things.. Besides, with the bookcase like it is now, I will think of you every time I look for a book..."
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"Good plan," Viggo murmurs, the light touch of Sean's lips sending sparks of electricity down his arm and across his body. There was nothing in the world quite like his cocky, confident Sean - eager to please and to pleasure but always tender and considerate too. Viggo takes a breath and smiles.
"But help me up, will you? Maybe it's my age but I seem to have got myself stuck down here..."
"I'm not getting any younger meself but I think I can manage that much.." Sean jokes as, with a little rueful smile, he helps Viggo up and steadies him until he's sure he can manage on his own.
"I really shouldn't have pounced on you that way. I'll have to check your tailbone very carefully to make sure there's no harm done," he says, with a perfectly straight, solicitous face.
Viggo stretches his shoulders and rotates his neck a couple of times, completely at ease with his nakedness. "Yeah? I don't think I've heard it called that before," he murmurs in reply, struggling to keep his face straight as he stares back at Sean.
"But don't worry - you can pounce on me any time you want, love - I guess after all those rugby tackles back then, I deserve it. And especially if it means you get to check my tailbone..."
"It's my duty to do that.. And it'll certainly be my pleasure.." Sean's eyebrows shoot up as he speaks, inviting Viggo to share this private tease. Lord, but it feels good to be back to this - not only the lovemaking, but the private jokes, the sharing things.. Even the drab feeling he'd been experiencing with the big birthday looming ahead and the nasty review have lightened now that he's shared things with Viggo.
"Upstairs, Doctor Sean has some work to do..."
"My own private physician," Viggo murmurs, taking Sean's hand, happy that his lover is more his normal self now. "I'm privileged indeed - honoured even," he adds with a grin. Ignoring the stacked and scattered books littering the carpet, Viggo leads Sean out of the living room and into the hallway. At the foot of the stairs he pauses.
"I'll go up first - so you can do an initial assessment of my tailbone as we climb the stairs. And I like the sound of this work you've got planned. I'm assuming you practise alternative medicine, Doctor?"
"Very alternative - bordering on kinky, some would say," Sean remarks huskily, mouth going dry as his gaze is fixed on Viggo's delectable arse as he climbs the stairs in front of him, exaggerating the movement of his hips and the clench of his muscles just a little.
Show off, Sean thinks. But what a show...
"Kinky, huh? Interesting.... But I hope you're doing that assessment, Doctor," Viggo murmurs as he reaches the top of the stairs, "and not just looking at my ass..." He turns and smiles - a happy, loving smile - and takes Sean's hands, pulling him close.
"Thought you'd want to put your hands on some," Viggo whispers. "An initial assessment usually involves some kind of examination. Or I can lie down if you want me to, Doctor. You'll find I'm a very willing patient..."
Sean's eyebrows shoot up under green eyes glinting with mischief.
"A hands-on examination is certainly good," he nods, hands comfortably filled with Viggo's nicely rounded arse cheeks, "but Doctor Sean is a firm believer in using other techniques as well, so you'd better lie down on that bed for him with your tailbone up in the air.."
A soft moan of anticipation sounds low in Viggo's throat and he presses closer, bringing as much of their skin into contact as he can manage. Already he can imagine the feel of being spread wide while expert fingers and tongue explore him - and then the feel of Sean's thick cock breaching him. Oh God...
"I'll do that," Viggo murmurs, sinking his teeth into the cord of muscle at the juncture of Sean's neck and shoulder. "Right now I'm in favour of any technique the good doctor has in mind..."
"The doctor definitely has things on his mind and is known to be skilled," Sean growls with pleasure, fingers digging harder into the warm flesh they're cupping.
God but it feels good to have Viggo's teeth marking him and making his flesh tingle, and he just can't wait to return the favour, using his mouth on that flesh he has his hands on.
"The doctor says it's time to lie down and let him work his magic.."
"And I always do what my doctor tells me to do," Viggo purrs, rubbing himself against Sean and hissing with pleasure. "So you better let me go do that," he adds, reluctantly pulling away from Sean's wonderful hold and hands. He licks his lips and smiles, then turns away to open the bedroom door. Inside, Viggo tugs back the covers and lies belly down on the sheets, shivering as his heated skin comes into contact with cool cotton.
"I'm ready for some of your magic," he whispers, lifting his arms above his head.
"Fuck, what a sight you are, Mr. Mortensen... the doctor is kind of overwhelmed," Sean whispers, his gaze roaming Viggo's back down to the curve of his arse and his fingertips following reverently, unable not to touch and make sure that this amazing vision is real.
"I hope the patient doesn't mind that the doctor plans to get very personal with his therapies," he murmurs, settling himself down on the bed and nuzzling the delicious dimples at the small of Viggo's back.
"The patient doesn't mind one bit," Viggo whispers, tensing and shivering again as Sean's lips and stubble brush his skin. "He likes a physician with a personal touch," he adds, unable to stop rubbing himself against the sheet, suddenly in need of some friction to ease the growing tightness in his cock.
"And the patient also likes a physician who explains what it is that he's going to do," Viggo whispers, breathless with anticipation as he lifts his head and turns it so he can see Sean's face.
The grin on Sean's face is broad as he lifts his head to meet Viggo's inquiring gaze.
"Well, I do believe a doctor shouldn't reveal his secrets, but seeing as you are my very special patient I'm willing to tell you what I'm going to do.." Sean settles more comfortably between his lover's legs and smiles a slow smile. "I'm going to check for damages and as my hands aren't sensitive enough, I'm going to do it with my mouth and tongue - and once I'm assured that there's no harm done, maybe I'll... well, we'll get to that once my examination is through.."
"Thorough examinations are good," Viggo murmurs, nodding in an attempt to appear more relaxed than he's actually feeling. He also knows he isn't fooling anyone - that he'll be whimpering and begging in a matter of moments - but it just doesn't matter. He's here with the sexiest man on the planet - a man who loves him - and fuck, it doesn't get any better than that.
"Take your time, Doctor," Viggo whispers. "I'd hate for you to miss anything..."
"Missing things is not my style, I'm a very thorough person, as you should know.."
The last words are whispered breath against Viggo's skin and a satisfied grin curls Sean's lips as he sees goosebumps appear on it as a result. But he's a victim of his own game, because the lure of tasting that skin is irresistible and he can't wait any longer.
"Yes - yes, I know," Viggo whispers, his voice strained as the warmth of Sean's breath on his skin makes him shiver and squirm on the bed. Viggo he clutches handfuls of sheet in an attempt to retain some semblance of control, but he knows its a battle that's already lost.
"Touch me - taste me," he whispers almost silently as he closes his eyes and buries his face in the pillow, waiting for that indescribable moment when he feels the touch of Sean's wickedly hot tongue.
With a deep breath Sean pushes away the sudden impulse to devour, to taste every inch of flesh at the same time. Viggo deserves better than that.. a slow savouring..
So it is with slow, loving tenderness that he trails his open mouth across the small of Viggo's back to the point where the spine dips into the crease between his perfect arse cheeks.
"Does it hurt here?" he inquires softly.
Viggo sucks in a breath and holds it as Sean's lips caress his skin. Struggling to relax and stay still, he exhales slowly, loosening his hold on his handfuls of sheet.
"No," he whispers huskily, turning his head on the pillow and opening his eyes. "But there are other spots that might do with some of your special attention," he adds, trying to ignore his tight pulsing cock pressed between his belly and the mattress - and failing miserably.
"Just like I thought... It is your doctor's duty to make sure that there is no internal damage done..." Sean makes a tsktsk noise and cups Viggo's buttocks with his hands, thumbs gently spreading them.
"This is why I said that this could get very personal and that my therapies would be considered unorthodox by some... Don't say I didn't warn you.." he murmurs, tracing with his tongue the length of Viggo's crease before circling his hole.
"Oh Jesus..." The words leave Viggo's mouth on a hiss of breath, his hips bucking upwards at the slick wet slide and his eyes opening wide. Unorthodox? Un-fucking-believable more like... "I think you found my sore spot," he whispers hoarsely, his body quivering in anticipation of more - much more.
"Just like you always do," Viggo adds, burying his face in the pillow and grinding his aching erection into the mattress.
"Oh, I just knew there was bound to be some spot that needed special attention.. a lot of special attention.." Sean murmurs, the whispered words against the damp skin making Viggo shiver deliciously under his hands.
"Doctor Sean will make that soreness go away and see that you feel good - very good.." he explains, mouth already on Viggo's skin again, tongue getting busy.
Another shuddering breath leaves Viggo's body and he grips the sheet tightly, struggling for some control and some cool but rapidly losing the battle for both. Not sure of how long he'll be able to last, Viggo licks his lips and turns his head once again towards Sean.
"I hope the Doctor makes that sooner rather than later," he gasps out, his body bucking at each touch of Sean's tongue. Viggo tries a rather desperate smile. "Or his patient's gonna be finding a cure of his own," he whispers, once more rubbing his leaking cock against the sheet.
"The patient seems to be in some kind of discomfort... maybe the kind of treatment I've been ministering is too bland and something more forceful is in order.." Sean makes his voice sound worried as his hands grip more firmly Viggo's bucking hips.
But one thing he knows for sure. And that is that he's so hard that he's aching to be buried between those perfect arse cheeks, buried deep into that luscious tightness his tongue has just tasted..
"Believe me - your tongue could never be described as bland," Viggo mutters, unclenching his fist and reaching round to grasp Sean's arm. He takes a breath and forces himself to relax so the grip of his fingers turns to more of a caress - and a rather urgent caress at that.
"But the doctor's right," Viggo whispers, spreading his legs a little further in invitation. "The doctor's always right. The patient needs something more forceful. A good hard fucking is what he needs - please."
"No need to say please.. It's a doctor's sworn duty to take care of his patient.. And it'll certainly be his pleasure.." Sean's reassuring tone is slightly disturbed by the sudden dryness in his mouth as Viggo spreads himself invitingly.
"This doctor happens to have exactly what is needed to heal you and knows the best way to treat you," he murmurs, reaching out an arm to carelessly fumble around on the nightstand.
Viggo's hand joins Sean's on the nightstand and its his fingers that find the small bottle first. "Here," he whispers hoarsely. "And don't be teasing me with it," he adds though deep down he knows Sean won't do anything of the sort - and the look in his lover's eyes when he turns reaffirms that.
"Love you," Viggo whispers. "You always know the best way to treat me."
"I'm glad you think that.. love you too.." Sean murmurs, dropping the doctor persona as he leans down to nuzzle Viggo's hair away from his nape and kiss the warm, sweaty skin there.
Games are fun, but they're just icing on the cake.. and when it gets round to the cake.. well, it's just the two of them together and there's really no need for anything more...
"No teasing," he promises softly, rolling to his side to slick his aching cock.
Viggo nods, twisting his head round to watch as Sean lubes himself up. He can tell by the way Sean's teeth are catching his bottom lip and the sharp hiss of breath that Sean's need is great - probably even greater than his own and he's both reassured and further aroused by that. Viggo swallows and licks his lips in anticipation. Past his prime? Sean? Never... Fuck, the man was glorious...
"Come on, Sean," he whispers urgently, squirming on the sheet. "I need it. I need you..."
Sean barely realizes the sharp exhale of breath he lets out - in relief - as he's done slicking his cock. He's so hard and needy he aches with it and Viggo's urgent invitation does little to calm him down.
"We're attuned then, as always.. because I need you so much I can barely breathe.." he whispers, taking his place between Viggo's thighs and scooting close.
"Then do it," Viggo urges, his body tense, yet open and willing as he waits for the moment Sean breaches him. He can feel the sweat pooling already in the small of his back and the hair at the back of his neck is sticky and damp - he's not going to hold on much longer... Viggo knows that no matter how much he wants this to last, that their joining will be fast and hard.
But fuck, does he need this - so much that as he feels Sean move close, feels that first touch, he's half up on his hands knees - impatient and wanting.
Cradling Viggo close, Sean lines himself up and sinks in. One smooth glide, as slow as he can manage, which is not slow at all because he just needs to be there and knows that right here, right now Viggo won't mind the discomfort. It hurts more not to be joined than whatever pain the joining may cause.
"Yours," he breathes against the damp skin of his man's neck, unable to stop his tongue from darting out to taste the salt and musk of his sweat.
Viggo says nothing for a moment as he bites his lip and lets the initial sharp pain give way to a glorious sense of fullness and warmth. Fuck, this moment was what he'd been waiting for - that awful emptiness in his life while he'd been away now both literally and symbolically filled - perfect...
"Yes," he finally manages, sucking in a distinctly shaky breath, instinctively moving his head back to rub his cheek against Sean's bent head. "As I'm yours - all yours..."
"Missed you, missed this," Sean breathes, knowing that these few words are inadequate to express how stranded he's felt during Viggo's absence, lonely and fretting about things that now that they're together again seem so absurd.
"You feel wonderful," he adds softly, pulling back and slipping right back in, unable to break the contact for more than a second.
"You feel pretty wonderful yourself," Viggo whispers. And he means it - Sean's hard heat moving slickly inside him and making him glow - god, sometimes it was like he was made for this... Viggo moans softly, letting his head fall forward and reaching out to brace one hand against the headboard as their rhythm builds. The slight change of angle drives Sean deeper and Viggo groans, biting his lip.
"Harder," he urges, pushing back against Sean, wanting to feel him lose it.
"I feel like the world is mine right now, because I have you," Sean growls, spurred on by Viggo's urgency, by the need plain in his roughened voice and in the tension showing in the way he grips the headboard, making the clenched muscles in his arm a thing of beauty.
He thrusts harder, deeper, almost whimpering with the exquisite feel the grip of Viggo's body is giving him.
"That's - it - that's - what - I - need..." Viggo gasps out the words, closing his eyes to best feel Sean - all of him - inside him and around him... Viggo shudders as each thrust seems to carry Sean impossibly deep and his own cock twitches and jumps, as if crying out for some attention of its own. He moans and reaches his free hand down to do just that, his fingers shaking and sweaty.
"Help me," he whispers hoarsely.
Shifting his weight and moving closer, Sean manages to free a hand and immediately reaches out, fingers eagerly joining Viggo's in fisting his swollen cock.
"You're ready," he grates, "and so am I - it's been too long.." And it's true, even a single day feels too long without this man.
Viggo's heart is thundering in his chest and his breathing his ragged. Now with Sean's hand joining his own, the sensations flooding Viggo's body become too much to withstand. Like it always is - like it always will be... "Ready? Fuck, yes," he growls, his neck and hips arching back, but at the same time, wanting to thrust into the grip of Sean's fist.
"With me," Viggo gasps, orgasm upon him.
"Always," Sean manages to grate out before the sweet clench of Viggo's body around him takes him over, joining him in a long tide of spasms of exquisite pleasure.
For a while it feels like they could go on together like this forever, then, slowly, the climax starts to ebb away, leaving him limp and happy, draped over his Viggo.
Collapsed on the bed, quivering and spent with Sean wrapped around him - and still inside him - all Viggo can do is take in one breath after another - and smile. He doesn't have any words; he doesn't have the breath or the coordination for anything like that just now. So he just closes his eyes and breathes in and out and slowly strokes the back of Sean's outstretched hand with one slightly sticky thumb.
"Missed you," he murmurs finally, turning his head on the pillow.
"Missed you too... hope you enjoyed my way of saying welcome back.." Sean laughs softly and reaches to take Viggo's hand and take it to his lips, kissing the sticky palm before starting to lick it clean. Then, tucking the now clean and slightly damp hand under his chin, he makes a small sound of contentment.
"We don't need to move, do we?" he asks.
The soft throaty huff of Sean's laughter makes Viggo shiver and smile. Then he sighs. He doesn't really want to move but... "No," he whispers, "I don't suppose we do, except..." Viggo pauses and with an effort, turns in bed, at first pushing Sean away to enable the move and then once they're facing each other, gathering him close. "...that I want to see your wonderful smiling face before I go to sleep."
Viggo grins. "Soppy, I know, but I don't care," he adds, brushing Sean's cheek and lips with his fingertips.
"There's nothing wrong with soppy, not when it's to do with you looking at me in that way.." Sean assures, chasing Viggo's wandering fingers with his lips and giving them little playful nips when he manages to catch one.
"Just like there's nothing wrong with doing such a thing as watching you sleep, which is what I'm about to do.."
"Yeah? The thought of you doing that makes me feel all warm and cared for," Viggo murmurs. He wants to stay like this, cocooned in this warm, safe place, just talking and touching and catching up, but he can feel his eyelids beginning to droop.
"And something tells me you won't be waiting too long to do that either," he adds with a drowsy smile, stroking his fingers into Sean's hair and then squeezing the back of his neck.
"You do look tired," Sean grins, leaning close to kiss the tip of Viggo's nose. "And don't forget I will want to have you all nicely rested in the morning.. to help me get all those books back into their shelves.." he explains, holding back a smirk at the panicked look on Viggo's face.
Help you get all those books back into their shelves? That'll take up the whole day the way you'll want to do it... Viggo's eyes open wide for a moment as he imagines the scene, then he breathes out and closes his eyes with a smile.
"Don't you worry - I hadn't forgotten," he murmurs, planning to be up early, without waking Sean, and be downstairs to put all the books back on their shelves in whatever order they come to hand. "Those books'll soon be tidied away..."
"We'll do that together tomorrow, now you need to get some rest... and I'll be here watching you until I fall asleep myself.." Sean sighs with pure satisfaction as he stretches out in just the right way, the way he can see Viggo's face and still keep their bodies in contact as much as possible.
"We'll only need to get up again the stacks we tumbled while rolling around on the floor.."
"Yeah - rest - tomorrow - together," Viggo murmurs drowsily, then opens one eye to wink at Sean. "I can hardly wait..." There's no way he's spending any time stacking books into alphabetical piles.
Ten minutes while the kettle's boiling for Sean's tea ought to be enough time to sort them, he thinks, snuggling close and praying that his inbuilt alarm clock will wake him in good time to put his plan into action.
"It'll be fun..." Sean murmurs, to himself really because he can tell from the way Viggo's breathing has changed that he's fallen asleep. And it'll be fun because they'll be doing it together, he thinks, and that is what makes everything different.. better.. special.
When Viggo wakes he's a little disorientated for a moment, but then carefully lifts his head to check the time on the clock on Sean's nightstand. A little early for morning tea but what the hell... Viggo smiles to himself and then very carefully and gets out of bed. Thankfully Sean had rolled onto his back and was dead to the world, snoring softly, so as quiet as a ranger from the north, but still completely naked, Viggo quietly pads out of the room and heads downstairs.
Once in the living room, Viggo switches on the table lamp then quickly pulls on his sweatpants and immediately sets about returning the books to the shelves. He works quickly and silently, lifting the piles of books one by one and setting them on the shelves in a mix of alphabetical, colour coded and random order, then gathers up the scattered books with a smile, remembering the night before. Fifteen minutes later with his task completed, Viggo heads to the kitchen to make the tea.
It's not the grayish light of dawn that wakes Sean but the fact that rolling around in bed he finds only emptiness, when he'd been unconsciously expecting a much loved warm body.
It's enough to drag him out of bed at such an ungodly hour, quickly pulling on a longish, baggy sweater he has lying around that is not fit for wearing outside the house any more.
Quietly he pads to the kitchen, Viggo is probably there, his hours all weird because of the jetlag...
Engrossed in stirring the tea in the pot, and thinking about the days ahead stretching out in front of them, Viggo almost jumps when Sean enters the kitchen. Then he smiles and replaces the teapot lid as he looks Sean up and down, then leans against the countertop, one hand on hip. There couldn't be many men approaching fifty who could manage to look hot whilst wearing nothing but an old baggy sweater, but somehow his Sean could. Incredible....
"Well," he murmurs huskily, his throat rough from sleep and need of a hot, soothing drink. "I reckon between your sweater and my pants, we've got us a suit of clothes... Sorry if I woke you, love..."
"You didn't wake me, love, your ranger skills have not deserted you.. I woke because I was feeling lonely. I guess it will take a couple of days for the jetlag to stop having you awake at odd hours.." Sean leans against the kitchen counter, close enough to Viggo to feel the warmth radiating off him. Amazing how warm the man always seems to be, no matter how naked he is or how cold the place.
"Is that tea? Real tea, I mean?"
"Sure it's real tea," Viggo says softly, reaching out with his free hand and stroking his fingers into Sean's rumpled hair. "And its Yorkshire tea - only the best for my Yorkshire man..." This was the kind of moment he treasured - the quiet, getting on with life kind of moment - simple and easy and so damn good it makes Viggo smile and press his lips to Sean's wool covered shoulder.
"I was going to bring it back up to bed; d'you want to do that? I mean it's still awful early - or shall we have it in the living room?"
"Living room," Sean replies with no hesitation. Bed is good, but the living room sofa is cosy and feels more proper-like for lying around during the day. Not to mention fooling around during the day, which is what goes on there more often then not when they're both in residence..
"I'll go build up a fire - seeing that we're wearing only one set of clothes between the two of us.." he grins, nuzzling into Viggo's mop of hair.
"Good plan," Viggo murmurs, turning his head and planting a brief hard kiss on Sean's lips. "I'll finish up here and come join you in a minute," he adds, unable to resist stroking his hand down Sean's wool clad back to curl possessively around one warm, naked and perfectly shaped buttock and squeezing it.
"And if we get cold, there's another set of clothes scattered in there somewhere," Viggo whispers with a wink, and gives Sean's ass a loving pat. "Go on, Bean - go light my fire..."
"Don't need to head to the living room to do that," Sean chuckles, returning the compliment paid to his arse by running his fingers through the hair dusting Viggo's naked chest, a favourite of his.
"But I'll go and sort out one fire after the other.. that's a promise, Mortensen.."
Viggo grins and pushes his hair out of his face. His skin is tingling under Sean's teasing caress and his nipples harden instantly. Nothing ever changed - he'd respond to Sean's touch to the day he died...
"What? Before breakfast?" he growls softly. "Don't forget I never got to finish my sandwich," he adds, suddenly thinking about his abandoned sandwich lying somewhere in the living room. That was something he hadn't gotten around to clearing up...
"I'm always at my hungriest before breakfast, as you should know.." Sean grins saucily and his fingers stray to one of those irresistible nipples, giving it a meaningful little tweak. "I will let you have breakfast, only fair since I seem to have disrupted your dinner snack and got you involved in other activities.."
"Oh, don't get me wrong - I kinda enjoyed your disruption," Viggo murmurs huskily, shivering as Sean's fingers tease his now rock hard nipple. "I was just pointing out that I'm hungry - for food as well as you..." He pulls back and taps Sean's ass with the palm of his hand.
"Fire, Bean - now. Or this tea will spoil and go cold..."
"Yes, boss, I'll go and get the fires burning.. for you.." Sean grins and gives his best Sharpe salute before heading to the living room.
Once there he kneels down by the fireplace and starts working. He's still halfway through the proceedings when he freezes, realizing that the living room floor is clear, not a single book around where stacks and stacks and tumbled piles should have been.
In the kitchen, Viggo collects milk and a couple of mugs and adds them to the tray with the teapot and a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits. Then he carries the tray through to the living room where he finds Sean kneeling in front of the fireplace, a perplexed look on his face.
Viggo grins, sets down the tray and joins Sean on the fireside rug. "What's up, love?" he asks with a wink, rubbing his shoulder against Sean's. "Lost the matches?"
The sly grin on Viggo's face tells it all.. Sean shakes his head in amazement and settles on his heels, looking around at the expanse of uncluttered carpeting.
"When did you do this? No, silly question.. you couldn't sleep through the night I suppose, what with jetlag and all.. But you didn't have to do this and to do it all at once.. it must have taken hours to sort the books.."
Viggo's eyebrows lift. "Sort the books?" he repeats, fixing his gaze on Sean's profile. "I didn't sort them exactly - leastways, not all of them. The stacks went back in letter groups - so all the B's are together, just not strictly in order and not necessarily following the A's... The piles I accidentally kicked over I put back in color groups; you have a lot of blue books, by the way - as you can see. And it took me about twenty minutes - tops."
When Sean doesn't respond, Viggo reaches out to cup his lover's neck with tender fingers. "Life's too short to maintain an alphabetical bookcase, love."
Still gaping like a landed fish, Sean tries to come to terms with the prospect of a randomised library and with the idea of books sorted out in colour blocks.
"Blue's a nice colour.. I like blue.. your eyes are blue.." he blabbers, feeling like an idiot but unable to come up with some kind of intelligent comment.
The mumbled words make Viggo smile but Sean's expression tells him a lot about what Sean's thinking right now; perhaps he'd been a bit hasty here. Maybe the color organisation wasn't the right move - but that bottom shelf sure looked kinda nice with the blues sliding into the greens - like their eyes...
"I'm sorry, Sean," Viggo whispers, pressing his lips to Sean's ear. "I shouldn't have done what I did. I guess I just didn't want to spend any more time - special time - watching you put books onto shelves in alphabetical order..."
The warm pressure of Viggo's lips against his ear first and then his temple melts away the tension gripping Sean's body.
Viggo is right, there are better ways to spend the time they have together than sorting books from A to Z and putting them into a bookcase.
"You're right," he says softly, sitting down on the floor and pulling Viggo into his lap, "and it'll be an interesting experience finding out what books have ended up together because they're all blue.."
Viggo sighs and winds his arms around Sean's neck. "Okay," he murmurs, nuzzling Sean's jaw with his nose and lips. "But I can think of more fun things to do in our current state of undress than look at books..." With a soft chuckle Viggo leans back and gazes at Sean's face - his beloved face. Truth was it didn't matter what the hell they did - so long as they were together - doing things together - living and loving together. Viggo grins and nods towards the tea tray.
"But not before we have that tea - or before you cook me some breakfast..."
For a moment Sean wants to say that with his gorgeous man in his lap it is not exactly of tea and toast that he's thinking, then he remembers that Viggo ended up eating only a few bites of his sandwich last night and must be running on empty, so he smiles and nods. "You'll want a proper breakfast, with eggs and sausages and all.. and then we'll think together of ways to burn off all those calories.." he suggests with a meaningful wink.
"Now you're talking," Viggo growls softly, deliberately shifting in Sean's lap - but not too much; just enough to add physical emphasis to his thoughts. "And I mean both your suggestions," he adds with a slow lazy smile. "Just in case you were wondering..."
Viggo cups Sean's face in both hands as a sudden wave of emotion sweeps through him. "Whatever we do will always be perfect for me because it's with you," he whispers. "I love you more than I'll ever find words to explain. I just need you to know that."
"It's good to hear it put into words, but it's in your every gesture, love - in every touch and look you give me.. And in your getting up in the middle of the night to put those books back.." Sean smiles and leans close to plant a kiss on Viggo's lips.
"And in your making tea for me.."
"Good - I'm glad to hear that," Viggo murmurs as their lips part. Funny how he sometimes needed to say the words and at others they didn't seem important. And he had no idea why... But one thing was for sure, he didn't need to hear anything from Sean right now; all he ever would ever need to know was in Sean's eyes. Viggo stretches and smiles.
"And as for the tea..." He pauses and winks. "You haven't tasted it yet..."
"It will be good, because you made it. It makes a whole lot of difference, you know, when someone who loves you makes things for you. Even normal, everyday things like making a cup of tea," Sean explains quietly, struggling to push to the back of his conscience the doubt that he does not do for Viggo enough things of the kind he's saying.
Viggo nods, kisses Sean's serious mouth and then slides off his lap to pour the tea. As he shuffles across the carpet, his eyes are drawn to the bookshelves and he smiles suddenly.
"Yeah - I know what you mean. Normal, everyday things like organising a book case," he says softly, reaching for the teapot. "So if you want to do it the way you want it, just say so and I'll happily help you - okay?"
"No, you were right on that.." Sean shakes his head as he holds out his hand for the mug of tea Viggo is offering him, with milk already added just the way he likes it, another small gesture that says how much his man thinks of him and knows about him.
"There's other, nicer ways we can spend time together - even when doing everyday things.. Besides, with the bookcase like it is now, I will think of you every time I look for a book..."
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Date: 2009-03-06 01:24 pm (UTC)""Whatever we do will always be perfect for me because it's with you," he whispers. "I love you more than I'll ever find words to explain. I just need you to know that.""
See? Romance is not dead!!
What a heart-warming (and other things warming!) story - domesticity as it should be . . .
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