The Prairie Kid 2/3 fic
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rugbytackleTitle: The Prairie Kid 2/3
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
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moomsandgovi20
Rating: R
Summary: It's 1950 and Sean has a job in the Picturedrome and he meets a celebrity.
Disclaimer; Written for fun, not for profit.
The Prairie Kid
Part 2
"I think you are quite amazing."
Standing behind Sean in the small, dusty room, Viggo shivered, in spite of the heat. He had worried about taking advantage of Sean, but it was Sean, who was squeezing his hand and complimenting him in that deep voice, which he found so attractive and which had dropped even lower. It was Sean, who had turned his head so that, since they were of a height, their faces were temptingly close.
Was it just the infatuation of an unsophisticated and besotted movie fan? Viggo felt instinctively that there was much more to Sean than met the eye, but he really liked Sean and didn’t want to be part of anything he might regret.
Nevertheless, Viggo put his free hand on Sean’s waist and turned him around to face him, feeling a tingle of electricity as their bodies brushed. Sean put both his hands on Viggo’s waist and they stood still for a couple of beats, like tango dancers waiting for the music to begin. Although they were alone in the building, Viggo reached a hand back and closed the door to the archive, enclosing them together.
Viggo wrestled with his body and his conscience.
“Sean, I…”
“Hush!”
With Sean’s mouth inches away and his warm breath whispering a promise, Viggo gave up the fight and kissed him, delighted when Sean gave back as good as he got. Tentatively at first and then emboldened by Sean’s response Viggo explored and tasted, only stopping because he had become dizzy. Not inexperienced in this regard, he was knocked sideways by the effect Sean had on him. He pressed closer, pushing his hard cock against Sean’s body and felt an answering and equally hard pressure in return.
“Fuck!” he murmured, backing Sean up against the shelving. ”Do you want…?”
“Oh aye, please, Viggo.” Sean was as breathless as he was and they hurriedly fumbled with each others flies and underpants. When their cocks sprang free, Sean produced a large white handkerchief,*must have been a boy scout* and he held both in one big hand, allowing Viggo to shroud them in linen and enclose all in his own hand. They pushed, pulled and swore themselves to mutual satisfaction, with the evidence neatly caught in the handkerchief.
When they were done and had tucked themselves and the handkerchief away, Sean looked anxiously at Viggo, apparently overcome by shyness. “I hope you don’t think…”
Viggo pulled him close, bumped foreheads gently and brushed his lips.
“Now you hush. I just think you are wonderful and that was truly amazing. I think we need to get out of here, though, isn’t this old film likely to combust?”
Sean chuckled in obvious relief. “Aye, it’s very volatile.”
They stumbled out into the corridor and this time Sean offered Viggo a cigarette, which he gratefully accepted.
“Let’s go down to the stalls and eat our sandwiches. I got a couple of bottles of stout as well. Then we can go back and take another look at the archives and the projection room before I have to get things ready for this evening.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Say, Sean,” said Viggo a while later, as he brushed bap crumbs from his shirt and drained the last of his stout, “Do you get any time off from your day job? I mean it’ll be great to spend some time together this evening and maybe Saturday after the movie in the morning, but I’m here for another week. We could do stuff together.” He hoped that Sean would want to do the same stuff he had in mind.
It was wonderful to know Viggo had wanted, had liked it as much as Sean did and there was no awkwardness between them as they sat and ate their meal. The thought of spending time with Viggo, 'doing stuff together' as he called it, was very tempting, but Sean knew it wouldn't be that easy.
"I would love that, but I would need to find a way to persuade Dad to give me time off. I don't know what's it like in your country, but here in Yorkshire, firms close for 'factory fortnight,' the first two weeks in August and we all have to take our holiday together. I have another week off in autumn, but Dad is not likely to allow me to have that in June. You would think he'd be lenient with me, but he isn't. He's always careful to not to privilege me. I'll have to think of something really good."
Viggo smiled. "I hope you'll succeed, even though I don't want to encourage you to lie to your father."
"I'll think of summat. Perhaps we can rent a bike for you, so I can show you a bit more of the countryside. *We could also get away from prying eyes and have a bit more of each other.*
Later, Sean showed Viggo the projection room. At first, he had been a bit apprehensive, thinking Viggo would find it boring, but he was wrong. He seemed genuinely interested and insisted on trying to operate the huge projector. Sean fetched a few films from the archive and together they watched bits and pieces of them. Then Viggo went back for a more thorough look inside the archive, while Sean started to get things ready for the evening show.
On Saturday, Sean had to rise early to have things ready for the children. This time, Viggo had decided not to come and see the film, but they met afterwards in a pub. They picked one not so close to the Picturedrome, where they weren’t so likely to meet people Sean knew. By now, Viggo noticed a few curious looks while walking through the small town, but apart from a giggling and blushing group of schoolgirls who had asked him for an autograph, none of the locals bothered to talk to him.
They had a quick lunch and then followed a footpath that brought them outside town. On a sunny Saturday there were still quite a lot of people around and apart from a few stolen kisses they didn't dare to touch each other, knowing they might get arrested if caught.
When Sean went home later that afternoon, he was even more determined to get his week with Viggo.
Luckily, his Dad was in a very good mood, because his beloved Blades had beaten their opponents away. Sean, usually a very dedicated fan, wasn't interested that much for once, but he sat down with his father and they both had a beer. Twisting the bottle a little nervously in his hand, Sean smiled at his father and asked him the question he had so carefully repeated on his way home.
"Dad? I met this American bloke at the cinema. He recently discovered he had some relatives in the area and he's got very interested in Holmfirth. I've given him some background information and we got along quite well. Now he's asked me to be his guide this coming week; he wants to explore the countryside too. He's offered me a very nice sum; would you be willing to allow me to take my autumn week now, for once?"
His father gave him a surprised look. "Since when are you such a Holmfirth expert?"
Viggo felt lonely on Saturday night, when Sean had gone home to Sheffield to beg for the week off. Generally he considered himself to be a loner and was quite content with his own company, but Sean had got under his skin in just a week.
They’d had no opportunity to take things any further than their encounter the previous afternoon. They were both staying at the same pub and had enjoyed a drink and chat before turning in, but under the landlady’s beady and intimidating eye, hadn’t even dared to go to join each other in one of their rooms later. The walls were pretty thin and the creaking floors would have betrayed any nocturnal wanderings. Viggo had even decided to let Sean go to the screening alone on Saturday morning. The thrill of watching his own movies back to back had worn off a little and he didn’t think it wise to be seen breakfasting and leaving with Sean.
They’d met for lunch in a pub on the outskirts of town and on the way Viggo had started to be noticed. He’d even signed autographs for a group of giggling girls and he feared that word would soon spread. They’d gone for a nice ramble and managed to sneak a couple of kisses like a courting couple, but unlike a regular couple, they couldn’t risk being caught at it.
At least they’d learned that they had a lot in common. They had both been born in 1925 and had been drafted, or ‘called up’, as Sean referred to it, to serve in the last two years of the war. (WWII had proved a bone of contention between them, since Viggo had called it the ’41 to ’45 war and Sean had lost no time in pointing out that it had actually started in 1939, “Only you bloody yanks were late! Typical!”.)
Viggo was pleased that Sean didn’t seem in awe of him as a ‘movie star’ and could tease him now. Sean admitted that he’d been in awe of celluloid Viggo until they’d met and he had discovered that flesh and blood Viggo was “basically a decent chap, with no side to him”, which Viggo took to mean that he didn’t put on any airs. He fervently hoped that Sean would get time off in the following week, so they could get to know each other better.
On Sunday afternoon, Viggo was returning from a drive, when he recognized an unmistakable ass pedalling up a hill in front of him toward Holmfirth. He grinned as he moved up behind the cyclist and let out an ear-splitting blast on the horn.
With a yell, of alarm, the cyclist wobbled dangerously, but regained control to shout and make a rude gesture as the car swept past.
“Stupid bastard! You nearly had me in the fucking ditch.”
Viggo pulled in and waited as Sean drew alongside and dismounted with an extremely pissed off expression. He put up his hands in surrender and tried to look contrite.
“Sorry. I couldn’t resist it. So, did you get the time off?”
“Not sure I want to tell you now.”
“Aww, don’t be like that. I said sorry.”
“Well I did, as it happens. Told me dad you were paying me twice what he pays me and he got pound signs in his eyes. He said he’ll save on me wages for next week and won’t have to give me another week off in October. He were right surprised that I knew much about Holmfirth, though.”
“How did you convince him?”
“He’s a Yorkshireman and they love to put one over on people. I just winked and let on that I was leading on a typical, dim American tourist.”
”Gee, thanks!”
“You’re welcome. See you in town.”
Sean was truly glad his careful approach towards his father had worked. Like all Yorkshiremen, Dad couldn't let a chance go by to acquire unexpected money. He would keep Sean to his word to work through autumn without a holiday, but Sean really didn't care. Spending the coming week with Viggo was a wonderful treat in more than one way and he was looking forward to it.
Pedalling happily to Holmfirth on Sunday afternoon, Sean kept his eyes open for possible, more or less secluded spots that Viggo and he might want to explore the during their week together. The countryside would hand them the only opportunity to get to know each other a bit more and Sean wanted that very much. That first much needed archive encounter was just the beginning, as far as he was concerned and Sean was pretty certain Viggo felt the same.
Wind in his back, the sun on his face, Sean gave in to a bit of day dreaming, cruelly interrupted by a horrible sound made by a car horn. For a moment he was really angry with Viggo, but he soon calmed down.
Hearing the news, Viggo was very happy and Sean immediately spotted the chance to get back at him, making a quip about Americans. Grinning he mounted his bike again and raced towards Holmfirth, Viggo in close on his tail.
At the pub they had a few beers, while planning the following few days. Sean downed his pint and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I know this bloke, Ed, who works at a cycle shop here in town. They sell and repair, but they also rent bikes. We will go there tomorrow morning to get you one. It's a better way to explore the countryside than by car. I can show you some really beautiful spots."
Viggo grinned. "I am sure you can."
Sean answered the grin, for once managing to not blush. "I am not going home tonight; I have brought my stuff with me. Thought we could make the most of our time if we start early tomorrow."
'Sounds good to me, Sean. I hope I can keep up with you on the bike, though."
"You seem in pretty good shape, must be all that horse riding and such."
"I guess so."
"Viggo? You said when we first met you wanted to 'get away from it all'. What did you mean by that? It seems to me you have the best job in the world."
"I do, I wasn't complaining. It's just that it messes up with your private life when people start to recognize you. I can't go anywhere without people asking me for pictures or autographs and especially female fans can be very persistent and quite shameless."
"I don't think I would like that either," Sean admitted, "but on the other hand it still beats being a welder I think."
"If you feel that way, why don't you find yourself another job?"
Sean smiled. "In a way I did, even though it's just an evening job, but look what it has brought me. Seriously, though; here in Yorkshire men like me end up down the pit and I guess I am fortunate in getting a job in my father's business. I just sometimes feel there's more to life than that."
They had spent the rest of Sunday looking at maps and planning places to go. Sean told Viggo that they needed to be cautious at first and not over-ambitious, because the Pennines were naturally very hilly and although Viggo was very fit, he wasn’t experienced in riding a bike around here.
Viggo had snorted a little at the idea. “Are you suggesting I wouldn’t be able to get it up?”
“I’ll let you know once you’ve had a try!”
They retired to their rooms early, keen to be up and out in the morning. They’d had to explain to the pub landlady that they were planning to cycle together, because they needed to order packed lunches for the week and would be having an early breakfast.
She had regarded them suspiciously. “I thought you two didn’t know each other. How come you’re so pally all of a sudden?”
Viggo turned on his considerable charm and peeled several notes from his bankroll, hoping to curb her curiosity.
“Well, Mrs Rowbottom, as you know, I am on vacation from the US and I met Mr Bean here at the Picturedrome. We found a mutual interest in movies and got talking, then he kindly offered to be my guide around the beautiful countryside you have here.”
Mrs Rowbottom looked Sean up and down as though he were a biological specimen and then she sniffed. “Him? He’s nobbut a foreigner from Sheffield. He just comes over to work in the evenings and stops ovver Friday nights. I‘d a thought you needed somebody local, who knew what he was talking about. Still, you are American and I suppose you’re easily pleased. Anyway, he’s tidy and polite enough, so I daresay he’ll do!”
Viggo smiled warmly at her, asked her to provide them with a daily packed lunch and pressed some money into her hand. ”Will that cover it?”
“Aye, I daresay.” Mollified, Mrs Rowbottom tucked the notes away into her apron pocket and enquired whether they would be wanting black pudding with their breakfast.
“Why certainly. I understand that your local butcher has won prizes for it.”
As Viggo climbed the creaking stairs, Sean, following behind him, asked how he knew about the prize-winning pudding.”
“Saw the blue ribbon and the four foot square sign in his window. And I’m here to tell you that his pork sausage was highly recommended!”
Sean chuckled. “There you go again, talking like a Bamforth comic postcard! I reckon this place is getting to you!”
In the morning, Sean chuckled again to see that Viggo had been given four slices of black pudding with his bacon and eggs, to Sean’s two.
“I reckon you’re in with a chance there, Viggo! “
“Perhaps, but she’s not! Say, this black pudding is good. What’s in it?”
“Pig’s blood, oatmeal, not sure what else. Get it down you. It’ll put hairs on your chest!”
“I already have hairs on my chest, as I hope you will find later.”
Viggo followed Sean out of the village, cheerfully mounted on one of Ed’s best bikes. He was more a horse person than a bike person, but of course, he’d had a bike as a kid and it was true that you never forgot how to ride one.
By the top of the second long hill, he was wishing that he had forgotten, cursing Sean and vowing that by the end of the week, he’d get him on horseback by way of revenge.
Sean pulled over and waited for him to catch up. “Need a rest? You don’t seem as fit as I thought. Black pudding lying heavy?”
Fortunately, Viggo didn’t have the breath to speak. He passed Sean and to his relief, found that the next section was downhill. Sean caught up and they free-wheeled down into the valley, whooping like children.
Teasing Viggo was great fun, but after almost three hours on the bike, Sean was starting to feel really sorry for him. The poor bloke looked flushed and probably his arse would look much the same, which Sean was definitely planning to see for himself.
He waited for Viggo to catch up; then pointed downhill. "You see that rock formation over there? How about we have a rest; it's a lovely view from there and it's nice and private.
Before he had even finished speaking, Viggo had mounted his bike again and was heading downhill. Sean laughed and followed him. Behind the small rock formation they looked at the stunning view. There was no one to be seen, as to be expected on a Monday morning. Sean glanced at Viggo, suddenly feeling a bit shy again, but then boldly laid a hand on Viggo's leg.
Viggo turned his head and they kissed; first slow and sweet, but soon enough things heated up. Viggo grabbed Sean by the shoulders, pushing him down until he was flat on his back, then crawled over him.
Sean's hands immediately started working on Viggo's fly, stroking the hard ridge right behind it. "Let's go slow; we're in no hurry," Viggo managed to bring out between gasps.
"Okay." Again they kissed, while Viggo's hand crept under the hem of Sean's shirt and stroked the soft, warm skin underneath. Sean trembled underneath the soft touches and a soft moan escaped when Viggo's fingers grabbed a nipple and gently plucked it.
Sean's head rolled backwards and he looked up at the blue skies, as Viggo broke the kiss and his mouth worked its way down Sean's neck. A buzzard wheeled in the sky right above them, its spread wings riding the wind. Sean lifted his head to watch Viggo while he opened his trousers and pulled them down together with his briefs, exposing his cock to the open air. Viggo slowly stroked the hard flesh a few times, then bent down and kissed the head. Sean cried out softly, fighting to keep his eyes open; then losing the fight as Viggo took him in fully. Never before had anyone done this to him and it was almost too much to bear. Sean's hands dug into the soft earth for something to hold onto, ripping out tufts of grass.
All too soon, he felt his orgasm building up and with every bit of strength he had left inside him, he pushed Viggo's head away; afraid to explode into his mouth. His climax hit him and he came over Viggo's hand, then his head fell back again, his breath wheezing like an old man's.
"Sean? Are you okay?"
He smiled weakly at Viggo; then managed to sit up. "I never felt better; that was amazing. Let me-" Sean reached for Viggo's fly again, determined to reciprocate. Viggo was hard and his cock almost jumped out of its confinement once Sean had opened the fly. He looked at Viggo's cock, the swollen purple head and slowly he licked his lips.
"You don't have to," Viggo said, but Sean had already attacked.
Sean’s ecstatic reaction to the simple blow job, told Viggo that although no stranger to necking and sharing mutual hand jobs with other men, Sean had never before had anyone go down on him. He was proud and pleased to have had the privilege of being Sean’s first. There was so much he could teach Sean and he was looking very much forward to doing that.
He was surprised by the enthusiasm with which Sean wanted to reciprocate and he tried to head him off at the pass, but Sean already had Viggo’s head in his sights and dove in.
Viggo was torn between closing his eyes and giving himself over to the delicious sensations and keeping them open, so he could watch Sean’s golden head moving. He put his hands either side of Sean’s head and resisted the urge to push him down further. Sean was sampling his cock, his tongue flicking round the head and stabbing into the slit. He licked experimentally down the shaft and back up again and then copied what Viggo had done to him by trying to take in the whole thing. He coughed as Viggo’s cock touched the back of his throat and drew back for a moment, looking up at Viggo, anxiously and apologetically and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“It’s okay, Sean. I told you, you don’t have to…”
“No, I want to learn. Teach me.”
“Okay. It’s technique. You need to practice before you can take somebody in all the way. Put your hand round me and work it. Just use your mouth on the tip at first. Use your hand to contrast the movements and don’t forget about my balls…Aaah, That’s it. Oh, God, Sean.”
Viggo found it was difficult to keep up a running commentary while Sean was using his hand and mouth and growing in confidence. He just managed to gasp out a hoarse warning and pull Sean’s head up as he spilled copiously. Sean sat with his back against the rock and smiled at him, while Viggo tried to regain his breath and collect his splintered thoughts.
Eventually he found the words to tell Sean it had been wonderful. Sean looked very pleased. “Not bad for a first attempt, then?”
“You’ll do!” Sean laughed uproariously at Viggo’s use of the Yorkshire expression and fished out another of his pristine white handkerchiefs to clean them up. In doing so, he got a little of Viggo’s cum on his hand and licked it experimentally.
“I reckon I could get used to swallowing with practice. You don’t taste bad at all.”
“Next time, I’d like to taste you. You didn’t need to pull out.”
“Well as you’ll have noticed, I’ve not done this before. I’m not up on the…etiquette…would it be? I don’t want to offend you. I’d hate that.”
“Sean, you couldn’t possibly do anything to offend me. You are wonderful and I want to teach you as much as I can this week.”
Viggo had hoped that he might also have the chance to fuck Sean, but now that he knew how limited his experience was, he wasn’t prepared to push it. He could be quite content with what his beautiful lover had to offer.
Sean was putting away his hanky. “How’s your arse after the biking?”
“Tingling would be a fair description.”
“Let’s have a look.”
Viggo rolled onto his belly and Sean examined his ass, stroking it with long fingers. “It’s a bit red. Your inner thighs too. Maybe we should turn back and not overdo it on the first day.”
Viggo agreed that the journey back would be quite enough for one day. He pulled up his pants and lay back, with a sigh of contentment.
“It’s a beautiful view, “said Sean from above him.
Viggo looked up into Sean’s handsome face. “It certainly is!”
Sean was feeling quite elated and pleased with himself when they rode back to Holmfirth. His mood darkened when he thought of Viggo leaving by the end of the week, but then he pushed that thought away, knowing they had almost a week ahead of them. Somehow, Vic Morgan, the film star, had moved into the background, exciting as he was, now replaced by Viggo, the real man, who was even more exciting.
Sean climbed the last hill to town almost effortlessly, his mind on Viggo's very attractive arse, unaware of Viggo eyeing up his right behind him.
In the pub they had a few pints. It was obvious and perhaps inevitable that the word had spread and most folks now knew exactly who Viggo was, but apart from a few flirtatious looks from the local girls, trying hard to look like Jayne Mansfield or Brigitte Bardot, they left him alone.
In their corner they sipped their beer, Viggo's arse resting nicely on a soft cushion Sean had managed to snatch from one of the couches. "It's a shame I have to work nights and can't keep you company," Sean apologized.
"I'll be okay. We'll be together tomorrow. What movie are you showing?"
"So Long at the Fair, with Dirk Bogarde."
"It's a thriller, right? I think I'd like to see it."
"They say it's rather good. Let's order some food and you can go with me. I am sure by now Mr. Collins has heard of you being here and he will be flattered to see you visit the Picturedrome. You'll still need to buy a ticket, mind; he won't let you in for free."
The following day they were back on the bike. Sean had been worried, but Viggo assured him that he felt fine and was perfectly capable of another tour. The weather gods seemed to be with them, because it was another lovely day. This time they followed the largest part of Sean's daily routine ride to Sheffield. Again, they didn't see a living soul, apart from a wandering flock of sheep. After the first few miles, Viggo's cramped muscles had warmed and he really started to enjoy the bike.
At noon, they sat on a small natural platform halfway a hill and ate their sandwiches. "You seem to be doing better today," Sean remarked.
"Yes; I can still feel the burn, but much less. Tomorrow you'll have a hard time keeping up with me."
Sean smirked. "We'll see about that."
"Have you ever been on horseback?" Viggo stretched out in the grass; head resting on his elbow. "It would be perfect here to ride."
"Aye; once, as a kid. My parents took me and my sister to this farm, where you can feed the animals and such. My sister didn't know where to run first, but I saw only that one horse. I guess it wasn't that big, but as a boy it seemed huge and the farmer lifted me up, so I could sit on it. I never even looked at anything else the whole day. One and only experience, though. It wasn't saddled and my bum was on fire. How's yours, by the way?"
"Not too bad."
"Can I see for myself?"
Viggo sat up slowly. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours"
Looking back on his life so far, Viggo felt that the few days he had spent with Sean were the happiest. He already knew that he would not want to leave, when the week was over. The Picturedrome boss had been delighted to meet him and, keen to have a real life movie star around to help promote his films, had even offered him free accommodation to stay on a while longer, but he had contractual obligations and he did enjoy making movies. What would he do if he stayed here?
Day by day the bike riding had gotten easier and the sun had shone upon them as they explored the countryside and each other. Viggo had managed to take Sean riding once and saw immediately that he was a natural on a horse.
“You should take up riding, Sean. It suits you!”
“I’d love to, but where would I get the time? In between the welding shop and the Picturedrome, I only get Saturday afternoons and Sundays off. When the Blades play at home, I’m off there with me dad, so that’s Saturday gone.”
“It’s a shame, though.”
Viggo knew that he was becoming obsessed with Sean. What they did together with mouths and hands was pretty damn wonderful, but since he’d been afforded a view of Sean’s beautiful ass, he had wanted it more and more.
On the Friday, they had both been a little quiet and thoughtful, bearing the burden of the knowledge that their idyll would be over next day. It was hotter than ever and Viggo had persuaded Sean to go skinny dipping in one of the tarns, against his better judgement. As soon as they jumped in, Viggo knew that Sean had been right. The cold was all consuming, getting inside his bones and making his whole body ache. He would have cussed loudly, had the cold not stolen his breath away.
He and Sean scrambled out and lay, shivering on the grassy bank. Sean surveyed his faintly blue and withered bits.
“Told yer so! Christ, me willy’s disappeared and I think me balls have gone back inside an’ all!”
Viggo grinned, through chattering teeth. ”Come here and let’s have some shared bodily warmth. We’ll see if we can’t encourage them out again.”
They lay entwined and rubbed each others arms and legs until circulation was restored. When their bodies were dry, they put their shirts back on, but left the rest of their clothes aside, while they smoked. Viggo stroked Sean’s cock and reported that the patient seemed to be reviving. He cupped Sean’s sack and welcomed back his nuts. Sean laughed a little, but then grew serious.
“Viggo, we’ve done a lot of good stuff and I’ve learned a lot from you. I don’t know how I’ll go on, when you leave, but there’s something we haven’t done yet.”
“You mean…?”
“Aye, I want you to fuck me before you go away.”
Viggo found himself shivering again. “Sean, are you absolutely sure? It’s a big step.”
“I’ve never been surer of owt. You do want to, don’t you?”
“God, yes!”
“Well then, get on with it. I’m 25, not some silly kid.”
Trembling, Viggo turned Sean onto his belly and caressed the curves of his perfect ass. He had no lube with him, not daring to hope that he might get this lucky, so he bent his head and opened Sean up with his mouth and tongue. Sean let out a startled yell, which echoed around the valley and sent indignant sheep running, then he began to moan softly and undulate his body.
When Viggo finally slid into Sean, he knew he was home in every sense and there was no possible way he could lose this. Afterwards, they had dressed in silence and Sean had curled up in Viggo’s arms. To his alarm, Viggo saw tears trickling down Sean’s cheek.
“Oh God, Sean, that was…I have no words, but are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Sean angrily rubbed his face,”Nay, take no notice. I’m being soft! It were amazing. It’s just the thought that I might never see you again, might never have this again.”
All at once, Viggo saw the way ahead clearly. He hugged Sean tight. “Sean, we can have this. Come back to the States with me. With your looks I am sure I can get you work in pictures. I’ll teach you to ride western style. It’ll be great!”
Sean looked a little stunned.
“Or if you don’t want to leave, then I’ll go back and fulfil my contract and then come back here. I guess you’ll be a better actor than I’ll be a welder, but I would try.”
“You’d give up pictures and come here for me?”
“Yes, I love you.”
“Fuck! I didn’t know men said that to each other. To tell the truth, round here, they don’t say it to lasses all that often.”
“So what do you say?”
“What do you think? When do we leave for Hollywood? Oh, and Viggo…”
“What?”
“I love you too, you and The Prairie kid.”
Epilogue to follow
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Authors:
moomsandgovi20Rating: R
Summary: It's 1950 and Sean has a job in the Picturedrome and he meets a celebrity.
Disclaimer; Written for fun, not for profit.
The Prairie Kid
Part 2
"I think you are quite amazing."
Standing behind Sean in the small, dusty room, Viggo shivered, in spite of the heat. He had worried about taking advantage of Sean, but it was Sean, who was squeezing his hand and complimenting him in that deep voice, which he found so attractive and which had dropped even lower. It was Sean, who had turned his head so that, since they were of a height, their faces were temptingly close.
Was it just the infatuation of an unsophisticated and besotted movie fan? Viggo felt instinctively that there was much more to Sean than met the eye, but he really liked Sean and didn’t want to be part of anything he might regret.
Nevertheless, Viggo put his free hand on Sean’s waist and turned him around to face him, feeling a tingle of electricity as their bodies brushed. Sean put both his hands on Viggo’s waist and they stood still for a couple of beats, like tango dancers waiting for the music to begin. Although they were alone in the building, Viggo reached a hand back and closed the door to the archive, enclosing them together.
Viggo wrestled with his body and his conscience.
“Sean, I…”
“Hush!”
With Sean’s mouth inches away and his warm breath whispering a promise, Viggo gave up the fight and kissed him, delighted when Sean gave back as good as he got. Tentatively at first and then emboldened by Sean’s response Viggo explored and tasted, only stopping because he had become dizzy. Not inexperienced in this regard, he was knocked sideways by the effect Sean had on him. He pressed closer, pushing his hard cock against Sean’s body and felt an answering and equally hard pressure in return.
“Fuck!” he murmured, backing Sean up against the shelving. ”Do you want…?”
“Oh aye, please, Viggo.” Sean was as breathless as he was and they hurriedly fumbled with each others flies and underpants. When their cocks sprang free, Sean produced a large white handkerchief,*must have been a boy scout* and he held both in one big hand, allowing Viggo to shroud them in linen and enclose all in his own hand. They pushed, pulled and swore themselves to mutual satisfaction, with the evidence neatly caught in the handkerchief.
When they were done and had tucked themselves and the handkerchief away, Sean looked anxiously at Viggo, apparently overcome by shyness. “I hope you don’t think…”
Viggo pulled him close, bumped foreheads gently and brushed his lips.
“Now you hush. I just think you are wonderful and that was truly amazing. I think we need to get out of here, though, isn’t this old film likely to combust?”
Sean chuckled in obvious relief. “Aye, it’s very volatile.”
They stumbled out into the corridor and this time Sean offered Viggo a cigarette, which he gratefully accepted.
“Let’s go down to the stalls and eat our sandwiches. I got a couple of bottles of stout as well. Then we can go back and take another look at the archives and the projection room before I have to get things ready for this evening.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Say, Sean,” said Viggo a while later, as he brushed bap crumbs from his shirt and drained the last of his stout, “Do you get any time off from your day job? I mean it’ll be great to spend some time together this evening and maybe Saturday after the movie in the morning, but I’m here for another week. We could do stuff together.” He hoped that Sean would want to do the same stuff he had in mind.
It was wonderful to know Viggo had wanted, had liked it as much as Sean did and there was no awkwardness between them as they sat and ate their meal. The thought of spending time with Viggo, 'doing stuff together' as he called it, was very tempting, but Sean knew it wouldn't be that easy.
"I would love that, but I would need to find a way to persuade Dad to give me time off. I don't know what's it like in your country, but here in Yorkshire, firms close for 'factory fortnight,' the first two weeks in August and we all have to take our holiday together. I have another week off in autumn, but Dad is not likely to allow me to have that in June. You would think he'd be lenient with me, but he isn't. He's always careful to not to privilege me. I'll have to think of something really good."
Viggo smiled. "I hope you'll succeed, even though I don't want to encourage you to lie to your father."
"I'll think of summat. Perhaps we can rent a bike for you, so I can show you a bit more of the countryside. *We could also get away from prying eyes and have a bit more of each other.*
Later, Sean showed Viggo the projection room. At first, he had been a bit apprehensive, thinking Viggo would find it boring, but he was wrong. He seemed genuinely interested and insisted on trying to operate the huge projector. Sean fetched a few films from the archive and together they watched bits and pieces of them. Then Viggo went back for a more thorough look inside the archive, while Sean started to get things ready for the evening show.
On Saturday, Sean had to rise early to have things ready for the children. This time, Viggo had decided not to come and see the film, but they met afterwards in a pub. They picked one not so close to the Picturedrome, where they weren’t so likely to meet people Sean knew. By now, Viggo noticed a few curious looks while walking through the small town, but apart from a giggling and blushing group of schoolgirls who had asked him for an autograph, none of the locals bothered to talk to him.
They had a quick lunch and then followed a footpath that brought them outside town. On a sunny Saturday there were still quite a lot of people around and apart from a few stolen kisses they didn't dare to touch each other, knowing they might get arrested if caught.
When Sean went home later that afternoon, he was even more determined to get his week with Viggo.
Luckily, his Dad was in a very good mood, because his beloved Blades had beaten their opponents away. Sean, usually a very dedicated fan, wasn't interested that much for once, but he sat down with his father and they both had a beer. Twisting the bottle a little nervously in his hand, Sean smiled at his father and asked him the question he had so carefully repeated on his way home.
"Dad? I met this American bloke at the cinema. He recently discovered he had some relatives in the area and he's got very interested in Holmfirth. I've given him some background information and we got along quite well. Now he's asked me to be his guide this coming week; he wants to explore the countryside too. He's offered me a very nice sum; would you be willing to allow me to take my autumn week now, for once?"
His father gave him a surprised look. "Since when are you such a Holmfirth expert?"
Viggo felt lonely on Saturday night, when Sean had gone home to Sheffield to beg for the week off. Generally he considered himself to be a loner and was quite content with his own company, but Sean had got under his skin in just a week.
They’d had no opportunity to take things any further than their encounter the previous afternoon. They were both staying at the same pub and had enjoyed a drink and chat before turning in, but under the landlady’s beady and intimidating eye, hadn’t even dared to go to join each other in one of their rooms later. The walls were pretty thin and the creaking floors would have betrayed any nocturnal wanderings. Viggo had even decided to let Sean go to the screening alone on Saturday morning. The thrill of watching his own movies back to back had worn off a little and he didn’t think it wise to be seen breakfasting and leaving with Sean.
They’d met for lunch in a pub on the outskirts of town and on the way Viggo had started to be noticed. He’d even signed autographs for a group of giggling girls and he feared that word would soon spread. They’d gone for a nice ramble and managed to sneak a couple of kisses like a courting couple, but unlike a regular couple, they couldn’t risk being caught at it.
At least they’d learned that they had a lot in common. They had both been born in 1925 and had been drafted, or ‘called up’, as Sean referred to it, to serve in the last two years of the war. (WWII had proved a bone of contention between them, since Viggo had called it the ’41 to ’45 war and Sean had lost no time in pointing out that it had actually started in 1939, “Only you bloody yanks were late! Typical!”.)
Viggo was pleased that Sean didn’t seem in awe of him as a ‘movie star’ and could tease him now. Sean admitted that he’d been in awe of celluloid Viggo until they’d met and he had discovered that flesh and blood Viggo was “basically a decent chap, with no side to him”, which Viggo took to mean that he didn’t put on any airs. He fervently hoped that Sean would get time off in the following week, so they could get to know each other better.
On Sunday afternoon, Viggo was returning from a drive, when he recognized an unmistakable ass pedalling up a hill in front of him toward Holmfirth. He grinned as he moved up behind the cyclist and let out an ear-splitting blast on the horn.
With a yell, of alarm, the cyclist wobbled dangerously, but regained control to shout and make a rude gesture as the car swept past.
“Stupid bastard! You nearly had me in the fucking ditch.”
Viggo pulled in and waited as Sean drew alongside and dismounted with an extremely pissed off expression. He put up his hands in surrender and tried to look contrite.
“Sorry. I couldn’t resist it. So, did you get the time off?”
“Not sure I want to tell you now.”
“Aww, don’t be like that. I said sorry.”
“Well I did, as it happens. Told me dad you were paying me twice what he pays me and he got pound signs in his eyes. He said he’ll save on me wages for next week and won’t have to give me another week off in October. He were right surprised that I knew much about Holmfirth, though.”
“How did you convince him?”
“He’s a Yorkshireman and they love to put one over on people. I just winked and let on that I was leading on a typical, dim American tourist.”
”Gee, thanks!”
“You’re welcome. See you in town.”
Sean was truly glad his careful approach towards his father had worked. Like all Yorkshiremen, Dad couldn't let a chance go by to acquire unexpected money. He would keep Sean to his word to work through autumn without a holiday, but Sean really didn't care. Spending the coming week with Viggo was a wonderful treat in more than one way and he was looking forward to it.
Pedalling happily to Holmfirth on Sunday afternoon, Sean kept his eyes open for possible, more or less secluded spots that Viggo and he might want to explore the during their week together. The countryside would hand them the only opportunity to get to know each other a bit more and Sean wanted that very much. That first much needed archive encounter was just the beginning, as far as he was concerned and Sean was pretty certain Viggo felt the same.
Wind in his back, the sun on his face, Sean gave in to a bit of day dreaming, cruelly interrupted by a horrible sound made by a car horn. For a moment he was really angry with Viggo, but he soon calmed down.
Hearing the news, Viggo was very happy and Sean immediately spotted the chance to get back at him, making a quip about Americans. Grinning he mounted his bike again and raced towards Holmfirth, Viggo in close on his tail.
At the pub they had a few beers, while planning the following few days. Sean downed his pint and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I know this bloke, Ed, who works at a cycle shop here in town. They sell and repair, but they also rent bikes. We will go there tomorrow morning to get you one. It's a better way to explore the countryside than by car. I can show you some really beautiful spots."
Viggo grinned. "I am sure you can."
Sean answered the grin, for once managing to not blush. "I am not going home tonight; I have brought my stuff with me. Thought we could make the most of our time if we start early tomorrow."
'Sounds good to me, Sean. I hope I can keep up with you on the bike, though."
"You seem in pretty good shape, must be all that horse riding and such."
"I guess so."
"Viggo? You said when we first met you wanted to 'get away from it all'. What did you mean by that? It seems to me you have the best job in the world."
"I do, I wasn't complaining. It's just that it messes up with your private life when people start to recognize you. I can't go anywhere without people asking me for pictures or autographs and especially female fans can be very persistent and quite shameless."
"I don't think I would like that either," Sean admitted, "but on the other hand it still beats being a welder I think."
"If you feel that way, why don't you find yourself another job?"
Sean smiled. "In a way I did, even though it's just an evening job, but look what it has brought me. Seriously, though; here in Yorkshire men like me end up down the pit and I guess I am fortunate in getting a job in my father's business. I just sometimes feel there's more to life than that."
They had spent the rest of Sunday looking at maps and planning places to go. Sean told Viggo that they needed to be cautious at first and not over-ambitious, because the Pennines were naturally very hilly and although Viggo was very fit, he wasn’t experienced in riding a bike around here.
Viggo had snorted a little at the idea. “Are you suggesting I wouldn’t be able to get it up?”
“I’ll let you know once you’ve had a try!”
They retired to their rooms early, keen to be up and out in the morning. They’d had to explain to the pub landlady that they were planning to cycle together, because they needed to order packed lunches for the week and would be having an early breakfast.
She had regarded them suspiciously. “I thought you two didn’t know each other. How come you’re so pally all of a sudden?”
Viggo turned on his considerable charm and peeled several notes from his bankroll, hoping to curb her curiosity.
“Well, Mrs Rowbottom, as you know, I am on vacation from the US and I met Mr Bean here at the Picturedrome. We found a mutual interest in movies and got talking, then he kindly offered to be my guide around the beautiful countryside you have here.”
Mrs Rowbottom looked Sean up and down as though he were a biological specimen and then she sniffed. “Him? He’s nobbut a foreigner from Sheffield. He just comes over to work in the evenings and stops ovver Friday nights. I‘d a thought you needed somebody local, who knew what he was talking about. Still, you are American and I suppose you’re easily pleased. Anyway, he’s tidy and polite enough, so I daresay he’ll do!”
Viggo smiled warmly at her, asked her to provide them with a daily packed lunch and pressed some money into her hand. ”Will that cover it?”
“Aye, I daresay.” Mollified, Mrs Rowbottom tucked the notes away into her apron pocket and enquired whether they would be wanting black pudding with their breakfast.
“Why certainly. I understand that your local butcher has won prizes for it.”
As Viggo climbed the creaking stairs, Sean, following behind him, asked how he knew about the prize-winning pudding.”
“Saw the blue ribbon and the four foot square sign in his window. And I’m here to tell you that his pork sausage was highly recommended!”
Sean chuckled. “There you go again, talking like a Bamforth comic postcard! I reckon this place is getting to you!”
In the morning, Sean chuckled again to see that Viggo had been given four slices of black pudding with his bacon and eggs, to Sean’s two.
“I reckon you’re in with a chance there, Viggo! “
“Perhaps, but she’s not! Say, this black pudding is good. What’s in it?”
“Pig’s blood, oatmeal, not sure what else. Get it down you. It’ll put hairs on your chest!”
“I already have hairs on my chest, as I hope you will find later.”
Viggo followed Sean out of the village, cheerfully mounted on one of Ed’s best bikes. He was more a horse person than a bike person, but of course, he’d had a bike as a kid and it was true that you never forgot how to ride one.
By the top of the second long hill, he was wishing that he had forgotten, cursing Sean and vowing that by the end of the week, he’d get him on horseback by way of revenge.
Sean pulled over and waited for him to catch up. “Need a rest? You don’t seem as fit as I thought. Black pudding lying heavy?”
Fortunately, Viggo didn’t have the breath to speak. He passed Sean and to his relief, found that the next section was downhill. Sean caught up and they free-wheeled down into the valley, whooping like children.
Teasing Viggo was great fun, but after almost three hours on the bike, Sean was starting to feel really sorry for him. The poor bloke looked flushed and probably his arse would look much the same, which Sean was definitely planning to see for himself.
He waited for Viggo to catch up; then pointed downhill. "You see that rock formation over there? How about we have a rest; it's a lovely view from there and it's nice and private.
Before he had even finished speaking, Viggo had mounted his bike again and was heading downhill. Sean laughed and followed him. Behind the small rock formation they looked at the stunning view. There was no one to be seen, as to be expected on a Monday morning. Sean glanced at Viggo, suddenly feeling a bit shy again, but then boldly laid a hand on Viggo's leg.
Viggo turned his head and they kissed; first slow and sweet, but soon enough things heated up. Viggo grabbed Sean by the shoulders, pushing him down until he was flat on his back, then crawled over him.
Sean's hands immediately started working on Viggo's fly, stroking the hard ridge right behind it. "Let's go slow; we're in no hurry," Viggo managed to bring out between gasps.
"Okay." Again they kissed, while Viggo's hand crept under the hem of Sean's shirt and stroked the soft, warm skin underneath. Sean trembled underneath the soft touches and a soft moan escaped when Viggo's fingers grabbed a nipple and gently plucked it.
Sean's head rolled backwards and he looked up at the blue skies, as Viggo broke the kiss and his mouth worked its way down Sean's neck. A buzzard wheeled in the sky right above them, its spread wings riding the wind. Sean lifted his head to watch Viggo while he opened his trousers and pulled them down together with his briefs, exposing his cock to the open air. Viggo slowly stroked the hard flesh a few times, then bent down and kissed the head. Sean cried out softly, fighting to keep his eyes open; then losing the fight as Viggo took him in fully. Never before had anyone done this to him and it was almost too much to bear. Sean's hands dug into the soft earth for something to hold onto, ripping out tufts of grass.
All too soon, he felt his orgasm building up and with every bit of strength he had left inside him, he pushed Viggo's head away; afraid to explode into his mouth. His climax hit him and he came over Viggo's hand, then his head fell back again, his breath wheezing like an old man's.
"Sean? Are you okay?"
He smiled weakly at Viggo; then managed to sit up. "I never felt better; that was amazing. Let me-" Sean reached for Viggo's fly again, determined to reciprocate. Viggo was hard and his cock almost jumped out of its confinement once Sean had opened the fly. He looked at Viggo's cock, the swollen purple head and slowly he licked his lips.
"You don't have to," Viggo said, but Sean had already attacked.
Sean’s ecstatic reaction to the simple blow job, told Viggo that although no stranger to necking and sharing mutual hand jobs with other men, Sean had never before had anyone go down on him. He was proud and pleased to have had the privilege of being Sean’s first. There was so much he could teach Sean and he was looking very much forward to doing that.
He was surprised by the enthusiasm with which Sean wanted to reciprocate and he tried to head him off at the pass, but Sean already had Viggo’s head in his sights and dove in.
Viggo was torn between closing his eyes and giving himself over to the delicious sensations and keeping them open, so he could watch Sean’s golden head moving. He put his hands either side of Sean’s head and resisted the urge to push him down further. Sean was sampling his cock, his tongue flicking round the head and stabbing into the slit. He licked experimentally down the shaft and back up again and then copied what Viggo had done to him by trying to take in the whole thing. He coughed as Viggo’s cock touched the back of his throat and drew back for a moment, looking up at Viggo, anxiously and apologetically and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“It’s okay, Sean. I told you, you don’t have to…”
“No, I want to learn. Teach me.”
“Okay. It’s technique. You need to practice before you can take somebody in all the way. Put your hand round me and work it. Just use your mouth on the tip at first. Use your hand to contrast the movements and don’t forget about my balls…Aaah, That’s it. Oh, God, Sean.”
Viggo found it was difficult to keep up a running commentary while Sean was using his hand and mouth and growing in confidence. He just managed to gasp out a hoarse warning and pull Sean’s head up as he spilled copiously. Sean sat with his back against the rock and smiled at him, while Viggo tried to regain his breath and collect his splintered thoughts.
Eventually he found the words to tell Sean it had been wonderful. Sean looked very pleased. “Not bad for a first attempt, then?”
“You’ll do!” Sean laughed uproariously at Viggo’s use of the Yorkshire expression and fished out another of his pristine white handkerchiefs to clean them up. In doing so, he got a little of Viggo’s cum on his hand and licked it experimentally.
“I reckon I could get used to swallowing with practice. You don’t taste bad at all.”
“Next time, I’d like to taste you. You didn’t need to pull out.”
“Well as you’ll have noticed, I’ve not done this before. I’m not up on the…etiquette…would it be? I don’t want to offend you. I’d hate that.”
“Sean, you couldn’t possibly do anything to offend me. You are wonderful and I want to teach you as much as I can this week.”
Viggo had hoped that he might also have the chance to fuck Sean, but now that he knew how limited his experience was, he wasn’t prepared to push it. He could be quite content with what his beautiful lover had to offer.
Sean was putting away his hanky. “How’s your arse after the biking?”
“Tingling would be a fair description.”
“Let’s have a look.”
Viggo rolled onto his belly and Sean examined his ass, stroking it with long fingers. “It’s a bit red. Your inner thighs too. Maybe we should turn back and not overdo it on the first day.”
Viggo agreed that the journey back would be quite enough for one day. He pulled up his pants and lay back, with a sigh of contentment.
“It’s a beautiful view, “said Sean from above him.
Viggo looked up into Sean’s handsome face. “It certainly is!”
Sean was feeling quite elated and pleased with himself when they rode back to Holmfirth. His mood darkened when he thought of Viggo leaving by the end of the week, but then he pushed that thought away, knowing they had almost a week ahead of them. Somehow, Vic Morgan, the film star, had moved into the background, exciting as he was, now replaced by Viggo, the real man, who was even more exciting.
Sean climbed the last hill to town almost effortlessly, his mind on Viggo's very attractive arse, unaware of Viggo eyeing up his right behind him.
In the pub they had a few pints. It was obvious and perhaps inevitable that the word had spread and most folks now knew exactly who Viggo was, but apart from a few flirtatious looks from the local girls, trying hard to look like Jayne Mansfield or Brigitte Bardot, they left him alone.
In their corner they sipped their beer, Viggo's arse resting nicely on a soft cushion Sean had managed to snatch from one of the couches. "It's a shame I have to work nights and can't keep you company," Sean apologized.
"I'll be okay. We'll be together tomorrow. What movie are you showing?"
"So Long at the Fair, with Dirk Bogarde."
"It's a thriller, right? I think I'd like to see it."
"They say it's rather good. Let's order some food and you can go with me. I am sure by now Mr. Collins has heard of you being here and he will be flattered to see you visit the Picturedrome. You'll still need to buy a ticket, mind; he won't let you in for free."
The following day they were back on the bike. Sean had been worried, but Viggo assured him that he felt fine and was perfectly capable of another tour. The weather gods seemed to be with them, because it was another lovely day. This time they followed the largest part of Sean's daily routine ride to Sheffield. Again, they didn't see a living soul, apart from a wandering flock of sheep. After the first few miles, Viggo's cramped muscles had warmed and he really started to enjoy the bike.
At noon, they sat on a small natural platform halfway a hill and ate their sandwiches. "You seem to be doing better today," Sean remarked.
"Yes; I can still feel the burn, but much less. Tomorrow you'll have a hard time keeping up with me."
Sean smirked. "We'll see about that."
"Have you ever been on horseback?" Viggo stretched out in the grass; head resting on his elbow. "It would be perfect here to ride."
"Aye; once, as a kid. My parents took me and my sister to this farm, where you can feed the animals and such. My sister didn't know where to run first, but I saw only that one horse. I guess it wasn't that big, but as a boy it seemed huge and the farmer lifted me up, so I could sit on it. I never even looked at anything else the whole day. One and only experience, though. It wasn't saddled and my bum was on fire. How's yours, by the way?"
"Not too bad."
"Can I see for myself?"
Viggo sat up slowly. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours"
Looking back on his life so far, Viggo felt that the few days he had spent with Sean were the happiest. He already knew that he would not want to leave, when the week was over. The Picturedrome boss had been delighted to meet him and, keen to have a real life movie star around to help promote his films, had even offered him free accommodation to stay on a while longer, but he had contractual obligations and he did enjoy making movies. What would he do if he stayed here?
Day by day the bike riding had gotten easier and the sun had shone upon them as they explored the countryside and each other. Viggo had managed to take Sean riding once and saw immediately that he was a natural on a horse.
“You should take up riding, Sean. It suits you!”
“I’d love to, but where would I get the time? In between the welding shop and the Picturedrome, I only get Saturday afternoons and Sundays off. When the Blades play at home, I’m off there with me dad, so that’s Saturday gone.”
“It’s a shame, though.”
Viggo knew that he was becoming obsessed with Sean. What they did together with mouths and hands was pretty damn wonderful, but since he’d been afforded a view of Sean’s beautiful ass, he had wanted it more and more.
On the Friday, they had both been a little quiet and thoughtful, bearing the burden of the knowledge that their idyll would be over next day. It was hotter than ever and Viggo had persuaded Sean to go skinny dipping in one of the tarns, against his better judgement. As soon as they jumped in, Viggo knew that Sean had been right. The cold was all consuming, getting inside his bones and making his whole body ache. He would have cussed loudly, had the cold not stolen his breath away.
He and Sean scrambled out and lay, shivering on the grassy bank. Sean surveyed his faintly blue and withered bits.
“Told yer so! Christ, me willy’s disappeared and I think me balls have gone back inside an’ all!”
Viggo grinned, through chattering teeth. ”Come here and let’s have some shared bodily warmth. We’ll see if we can’t encourage them out again.”
They lay entwined and rubbed each others arms and legs until circulation was restored. When their bodies were dry, they put their shirts back on, but left the rest of their clothes aside, while they smoked. Viggo stroked Sean’s cock and reported that the patient seemed to be reviving. He cupped Sean’s sack and welcomed back his nuts. Sean laughed a little, but then grew serious.
“Viggo, we’ve done a lot of good stuff and I’ve learned a lot from you. I don’t know how I’ll go on, when you leave, but there’s something we haven’t done yet.”
“You mean…?”
“Aye, I want you to fuck me before you go away.”
Viggo found himself shivering again. “Sean, are you absolutely sure? It’s a big step.”
“I’ve never been surer of owt. You do want to, don’t you?”
“God, yes!”
“Well then, get on with it. I’m 25, not some silly kid.”
Trembling, Viggo turned Sean onto his belly and caressed the curves of his perfect ass. He had no lube with him, not daring to hope that he might get this lucky, so he bent his head and opened Sean up with his mouth and tongue. Sean let out a startled yell, which echoed around the valley and sent indignant sheep running, then he began to moan softly and undulate his body.
When Viggo finally slid into Sean, he knew he was home in every sense and there was no possible way he could lose this. Afterwards, they had dressed in silence and Sean had curled up in Viggo’s arms. To his alarm, Viggo saw tears trickling down Sean’s cheek.
“Oh God, Sean, that was…I have no words, but are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Sean angrily rubbed his face,”Nay, take no notice. I’m being soft! It were amazing. It’s just the thought that I might never see you again, might never have this again.”
All at once, Viggo saw the way ahead clearly. He hugged Sean tight. “Sean, we can have this. Come back to the States with me. With your looks I am sure I can get you work in pictures. I’ll teach you to ride western style. It’ll be great!”
Sean looked a little stunned.
“Or if you don’t want to leave, then I’ll go back and fulfil my contract and then come back here. I guess you’ll be a better actor than I’ll be a welder, but I would try.”
“You’d give up pictures and come here for me?”
“Yes, I love you.”
“Fuck! I didn’t know men said that to each other. To tell the truth, round here, they don’t say it to lasses all that often.”
“So what do you say?”
“What do you think? When do we leave for Hollywood? Oh, and Viggo…”
“What?”
“I love you too, you and The Prairie kid.”
Epilogue to follow
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Date: 2012-11-13 01:15 pm (UTC)And the breaks in the reels. Oh gosh, I'm homesick for those days with these lovely chaps.
Biking round Yorkshire. What could be better? With someone you are going to spend the rest of your days with (I trust..ahem!!!!) and falling in love oop thur on they hills. Thank you again. Oh, young welder-Bean.
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Date: 2012-11-14 08:37 pm (UTC)Beautifully done. I guess they'll have to stay together now!