rugbytackle | Untitled VigBean smut

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karelian's insistence. This was written sevreal nights ago for

karelian, and I'm sure there was a reason, but I've no idea what that reason was at this point.

Rated NC-17. Smut. Some silliness. Unbeta'd.

This did not happen. I made it up. Is all fantasy.

"Sean," Viggo purred, stroking a hand down Sean's chest, "you look so fucking hot like that. Don't move a muscle."

Sean took a deep, ragged breath, keeping his arms held firmly above his head, grasping the pillow in his fingers. "Viggo..."

"Hush," Viggo said, his fingertips lightly brushing the curve of Sean's hips. "I could look at you all day, you know."

"You've got to do more than just look!"

"No, really, I don't. But since you just look so desperate..." Viggo's fingers closed around Sean's cock and Sean let out a relieved groan.

"Please, Viggo."

"No. I don't think so. Stay put, Sean. Be a good boy." Viggo slid onto the bed, and supporting himself on one elbow, pressed up against Sean's side. He ran his fingers lightly up Sean's torso again, making gooseflesh rise on pale skin, making Sean shiver. "Maybe I should take your picture like this."

"Maybe you should stop teasing me."

"Maybe I should go for a run. Think I'm getting flabby."

"Oh, fuck YOU, you bastard!"

"Ohh, now there's an idea." Viggo grinned and nibbled on Sean's bottom lip. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Having me on my back, knees around my ears -- don't get any ideas, I don't think I'm flexible enough for that!"

Sean chuckled, then yelped when Viggo pinched his nipple.

"You'd like it, wouldn't you? Fucking me till I screamed?"

"Of course I bloody well would. Who wouldn't?"

"I'm distinctly under the impression that Andy has no interest in me."

"You don't listen to us talk when you're not around. Everybody wants to bend you over something, or have you in the back seat of their car. Or in the shower. Or in their trailer... You should hear the things Liv and Miranda talk about!"

"Oh, fuck YOU."

Sean laughed, then said, "Please?"

"No, I don't think so." Viggo smirked when Sean groaned in frustration.

"Just do something!"

"Okay." Viggo reached around Sean and into the drawer next to the bed, pressed intimately up against Sean's side. Sean watched as Viggo retrieved the lube, and then bit his lip to keep from making any embarrassing anticipatory noises as Viggo straddled his hips.

Sean's eyes were drawn low when Viggo reached a hand around behind his back. Then he darted his eyes upwards again, watching as Viggo bit his lip and his eyes slipped closed. He groaned, very softly, and squirmed a little. "Jesus..." Sean whispered, but then Viggo smiled.

Then Viggo's slick fingers were on his cock, teasing, stroking, before he lifted himself up on his knees. "Fuck me," he said, and Sean swallowed.

Sean chewed on his lip as Viggo slid slowly, excruciatingly slowly, down the length of his cock. He reached down to grasp Viggo's hips, but Viggo grabbed his wrists and firmly put his arms back up over his head. "Oh, no," Viggo said, a wicked grin on his face that melted away when Sean thrust his hips sharply, and he could hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh. He grinned; Viggo moaned.

"Oh, fuck."

"You haven't been very nice to me today, Viggo," Sean said lightly. "No, not nice at all." Sean took hold of Viggo's hands, lacing their fingers together, pulling Viggo down closer to him. He punctuated each of his words with a thrust of his hips. "In fact, I'd say you were downright naughty. Usually, I'd say naughty boys need to be punished. Wouldn't you say?"

Viggo said something incoherent. Sean licked the side of his face, capturing a few beads of sweat on his tongue.

"But I think we can skip your punishment today. I'd say you just need a good. sound. fucking."

Viggo said something that sounded like, "Oh" and "god" and "yes" and "please", but Sean couldn't be entirely certain as Viggo's mouth was pressed up against his shoulder. He thrust up, hard, beginning a relentless rhythm that had Viggo rocking over him, crying out in wordless pleas.

"Is this what you wanted?" Sean whispered, holding tighter onto Viggo's hands when Viggo tried to tug them away. Viggo mumbled something, but it was drowned by a loud cry when Sean thrust into him harder. Sean smiled, and said sweetly, "All you had to do was ask," and then Viggo was kissing him.

"God, Sean, stop talking," Viggo gasped.

Sean stopped moving.

Viggo let out a sound of protest.

"You're being naughty," Sean said. "Why should I reward you for being naughty?"

"I'm not!"

"You are. Telling me what to do... Very naughty boy, Viggo. I want you on your back."

It appeared for a moment that Viggo wasn't going to indulge this request, but after a moment he was on his back, his legs splayed apart in invitation. "There's a good boy," Sean said, his voice thick with desire. He leaned down and nipped at the inside of one thigh and Viggo made another noise of protest. "Hush," Sean chided. "Just making sure you're still fresh."

"Fuck--CHRIST!" Viggo's voice rose to a shout as Sean thrust two fingers inside him.

"He's not my type." Sean grinned wickedly.

"Sean, c'mon, finish what you started. Fuck me."

"No, I don't think so. I can't trust that you'll behave, can I?" He stroked Viggo's thigh as he worked his fingers in and out. A shudder wracked Viggo's body.

"I will, I promise."

"Mmm... no."

"Sean!"

"Watch, Viggo. Watch." Sean's hand dropped from Viggo's thigh, to his own cock. He wrapped his fingers around himself, almost lovingly, almost the way he'd touch Viggo when Viggo was being oh-so-good. Viggo struggled up onto his elbows to watch, and licked his lip.

Because he was feeling a little bit generous, Sean rose up a little on his own knees, allowing Viggo a clearer view as he stroked himself with one hand, and continued to fuck Viggo with the fingers of the other. "Do you see what you miss when you don't behave?" he asked, then jerked his hips forward, pushing himself into the circle of his fist. "Ohh, fuck." He raked his teeth over his lip, his head falling back a little. "Feels goood..."

Viggo choked back a moan, unable to tear his eyes from the sight of Sean jerking himself off.

And Sean's lips curled in a smile. "You want to touch me, don't you? Want to feel my cock in your hand, want to make me come, want to taste me... fuck. God. Viggo. Your tongue feels so good when it's on me. I can--almost--almost--" Sean came with a shout, shooting over his hands, over Viggo's cock.

He paused for a moment, to catch his breath, then lifted his eyes to meet Viggo's. There were bright spots of colour on Viggo's cheek, and he was panting. Sean watched a bead of sweat drip down Viggo's neck. Then, smiling, he slowly bent forward, and trailed his tongue over the length of Viggo's cock.

Viggo fell back, and Sean licked him again.

Viggo came, all but screaming.

Sean smiled.