Hurt so good - fic

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Title: Hurt so good
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating:NC17
Beta: thank you dear mooms
Disclaimer: Written for fun, not profit and obviously just made up.
Word Count : 1532
A.N. Written for the 2012 kink_roulette #2, spanking/paddling, Dirty talk


Hurt so good
Come on baby, make it hurt so good
Sometimes love don't feel like it should
You make it a-hurt so good
John Cougar Mellencamp


Sean, head resting on his folded arms, looked up at the sky. There was a bit of a chill in the air, the first sign that summer would be over soon. Viggo was late, which wasn't surprising. Viggo wasn't really bothered by mundane things like time, food and sleep. Sean, on the other hand, really enjoyed living a normal life when he wasn't filming, especially when their busy schedule allowed them time together. Still, there was always an exhibition Viggo needed to see, or a reading he wanted to attend. Not that that was the problem, they both liked to do things on their own. It was more that Viggo seemed unable to show up at a normal dinner time, while he had promised and Sean was really hungry.

Sighing, Sean rose from his deck chair and went inside and straight to the kitchen. Peering into the fridge he discovered some leftover pasta, which he heated. Not bothering with china, Sean sat down at the kitchen table and spooned the pasta straight from the pan. He took a beer with him to the living room and sat down in the now half darkness, waiting for Viggo. It was fully dark when he finally heard the key in the front door.

"Sean? Sorry I am late; I forgot about the time. Why are you sitting in the dark like that?" Viggo, standing in the doorway, switched on the ceiling lamp and Sean blinked against the sudden flood of light.

"I was preparing to sleep," Sean replied. "That's what normal people do this time of night, right?"

"I thought we were going out for dinner?" Viggo scratched his neck, and then pulled his earlobe, looking a bit sheepish.

"At eleven in the evening? No thanks, I already ate what was left of the pasta."

"I am truly sorry." Viggo walked over to Sean and knelt down next to his chair. "Let me make it up to you." He placed a hand on Sean's thigh. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it."

"Really?" Sean looked down at Viggo and produced a slight smirk.

"Yeah. Just tell me what you want."

"Well, I have been thinking and what I would really like right now is to spank you."

Viggo snorted. "Very funny, Sean! He started to climb to his feet, but Sean's hand landed on his shoulder, pushing him firmly down again.

"I am not making jokes, Vig. I do want to spank you very badly, to start with."

"To start with? Christ; I must be even later than I thought to piss you off that much!" Viggo shook his head.

"I am not pissed off; I just want to spank you. You did say you'd do anything I want."

"I did, but this... Look Sean, I am not into those sorts of games at all, you know that."

Sean sighed and let his hand drop off Viggo's shoulder. "What makes you think it's a game? I am dead serious and I had expected you to be more open minded. But hey; forget I even mentioned it."

He rose from his chair, but this time it was Viggo who stopped Sean.

"Okay, okay; if this is such a big deal for you, fine. Let's do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll let you spank the big bad Viggo. You want to go upstairs?"

"No, this chair is just perfect for it."

"You want me to strip?"

"No, just drop your pants a bit."

Viggo stared at Sean incredulously. "You are dead serious about this, aren't you?"

Sean looked him straight in the eye. "Oh, yes."

"Can I at least take off my coat?"

"Don't stall, Vig; you're not wearing a coat."

"Fuck, all right then." Viggo unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, then lowered them along with his boxers. The whole thing seemed surreal and Sean's steady gaze made him feel uncharacteristically uncomfortable. He turned and positioned himself on Sean's lap. His ass exposed to the air, Viggo flinched when he felt Sean's hand on his naked flesh.

"Skittish like one of your beloved horses," Sean commented as he softly slid his hand over the firm cheeks. "Are you afraid?"

Viggo huffed. "You wish; I am just uncomfortable. Get on with it, Sean."

"I want you to relax first; you’re like an ironing board. Come on Vig."

Viggo closed his eyes and gave in to the sensation of Sean's hands stroking his ass.

"Better, much better," Sean crooned, as only he could. "How long ago since you were last spanked and by whom?"

"My Dad, I think. Dunno, I was just a kid."

"Do you remember how it felt?" Sean's voice dropped and Viggo's mind drifted years back, lulled by the soft tones of Sean's baritone.

"It was humiliating and it fucking hurt, that's how it felt," but still he arched up a little, because Sean's hand on his rear felt really quite good.

"If I give you twenty-five, you think you can handle that?"

"Off course I...SLAP ... Ahhh, fuck!" The blow was unexpected and pretty hard. Sean chuckled and Viggo lifted his head to glare at him, realising it had been the surprise that had made him jump more than pain.

The next four swats landed in a volley, each one a bit harder and on the same spot. Viggo sank back his head and closed his eyes. It did hurt a little; Sean's hands were big and strong, but nothing he couldn't handle. That side of his ass was warming up rapidly and somehow it started to feel, well, not that bad.

Five swats now landed on his other cheek and Viggo had to bite his lip not to moan, because it seemed as if every blow went straight to his underbelly, igniting a spark that made his cock stir and fill. Finally Viggo gave in and stopped thinking altogether, surrendering to the sensation of Sean's hands slapping his ass, his body slowly melting against Sean's.

Blinking when Sean stopped, Viggo tried not to squirm. Even in this state of mind he knew Sean had said – promised - him twenty-five and they were not there at all. Before he could open his mouth to protest, he felt Sean's stubble rasping the heated flesh of his ass. It hurt, but it was good too and Viggo allowed himself a long, low moan. When Sean spoke, his voice was lowered to a slight growl, his accent thickened.

"I knew you would take to it," and then Sean lifted his head and gave Viggo five more blows, picking up the pace and doubling the force. Viggo gasped while his hands clutched Sean's legs for lack of an armrest.

"Fifteen," Sean said, suddenly close to Viggo's ear. "When we're done here, I am going to strip you completely and take you upstairs. I'll put you head down on the bed, so I can play with your hot arse."

All resistance had fled and Viggo squirmed on Sean's lap, grinding down shamelessly to get some friction for his now painful hard cock.

"I am going to spread you wide open and tongue fuck you until you're loose and open enough to take my cock without prep or lube. I know how much you like having my tongue up your arse and now it will be better than ever. I will keep going until you beg me to fuck you, because you're hot when you're like that."

Again, Sean hit Viggo's ass hard and for a fleeting moment Viggo wondered what the fuck was happening here with Sean bossing him around and what's more, how the hell was that so hot that he was about to come, right here on Sean's lap.

"Twenty-five," Sean growled and then he hauled Viggo to his feet, pulling his shirt open, sending buttons flying and skating over the hardwood floor. Shaking his hips, Viggo lost his jeans and stepped over them, kicking off his shoes on his way to the hall. Sean followed him to the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes of his own, his eyes glued to Viggo's red and shiny rear.

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After meeting his agent, Sean returned home, surprised to see Viggo's car. This morning at breakfast Viggo had been very quiet and Sean had asked him twice if he was all right. As much as Viggo had seemed to enjoy their intense sex last night, Sean now wondered if he had maybe taken things a bit too far and he winced at the thought.

Opening the door a little hesitantly, Sean stepped into the living room, but Viggo was nowhere to be seen and he wasn't in the kitchen either.

"Viggo?" he called out.

"Up here," Viggo shouted from upstairs and Sean started climbing the stairs, following a trail of clothes that hadn't been there this morning, after he had cleaned up. Halfway he stopped in his tracks, blinking.

On the next step sat a sturdy looking, black leather paddle, with silver ringed holes in it. A red leather strap handle dangled from the step, nearly touching Sean's shoes. The strap was still moving, as if the paddle had been placed there only moments ago....

Comments

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"...altogether, surrendering to the sensation of Sean's hands slapping his ass, his body slowly melting against Sean's."

You never know until you try, Viggo!

Lovely ending . . . leaves room for a sequel! *grin*

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thank you so very much for the lovely feedback; much appriciated!

[lisama.livejournal.com]

That was HOT!!