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rugbytackleTitle: The Infamous Cherry Fic (as christened by fairy godmother ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
milochka)
Author:moldava
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R or NC-17, not sure
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Notes: unbeta’d, please be lenient
Warning: total summer smut
The Infamous Cherry Fic
Days off from the harrassing shooting schedule are a boon, especially when they mean lazy sunny afternoons to be spent together, lounging in the garden that is Sean’s delight, all green and lush and balmy.
Sean putters around his beloved plants, admiring them and revelling in their beauty. He’s always felt a special empathy with plants and, despite what others may think, he feels right talking to them, telling them just how lovely they are.
Viggo lounges in a sun chaise, eating cherries and enjoying the view, courtesy of Sean’s denim cutoffs.
There’s amusement and love in the eyes that follow Sean’s pilgrimage from plant to plant and his muttering secret words of encouragement and affection to each green frond.
Toying with the cherry in his mouth, Viggo eyes appreciatevly Sean’s ass as he crouches low to whisper something to a rather puny rosebush and the waistband of the cutoffs rides down, gaping back from Sean’s golden skin.
And he grins wickedly before shooting out the mouth-warmed cherry right on target, hitting the top of Sean’s bum and getting the cherry to sneak exactly in the nook where the denim gapes back from the skin.
Sean yelps in surprise, losing balance and crashing on his ass. By the way he glares at Viggo, who’s laughing like a maniac, it is easy to tell *he*is*not*amused*.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snarls.
“Nothing really,” grins Viggo, “just lying here.. enjoying a lazy afternoon.. admiring the view.. eating cherries..”
“Right so. Next one you eat, try swallowing. Do you remember how it’s supposed to be done? Or is it just other things you know how to swallow?”
Sean knows he’s overreacting, and in a nasty way, but one of his wifes used to make fun of his habit of talking to the plants he grows like he would to his own daughters and he’s become very touchy about it.
Realizing that with his playful gesture he has unwittingly hit a raw nerve, Viggo rises and goes to hug a pissed Sean.
“Sorry love, I was just playing.”
Viggo nuzzles Sean’s neck, his beard tickling him behind the ear, something he knows never fails to get Sean purring like a big cat.
“Will you play with me? Share my cherries?”
“Is this your best offer?”
Sean is willing to be mollified but *damn* Viggo’s gonna have to sweat for it.
“I might consider playing with you, but… I don’t play with just anyone, you know… you’ll have to... demonstrate skills...”
“Certainly you know by now just how *skilled* I am.” Viggo offers a sample, nibbling a hot path along Sean’s neck, from earlobe to shoulder. The wet skin erupts in goosebumps when Viggo follows the trail his teeth just left by gently blowing cool air.
“Wrong skill my love, that’s not what I had in mind.” Sean shivers under Viggo’s mouth but his smile remains mischievous and it begins to make Viggo feel a bit wary. “Since you seem to enjoy shooting cherries around and using me as your target, I’ll give you a contest. Keep shooting cherries at me: what you hit you get to eat. But you’re going to have to select your targets well. You’re only allowed to choose three targets and you’ll have three shots at each one. Oh, and Viggo...”
“What?” scowls Viggo, rather put out at having the tables turned on him.
“Just to make the game more challenging, let’s say that this could be the only... meal... you’ll be getting today if I am not pleased by your performance.”
“What??? Are you crazy? It’s only two in the afternoon, for fuck sake!”
“It is a bit early, isn’t it?” Sean smirks. “All the more reason to make sure you aim well and don’t miss your targets!”
Unintelligible spluttering sounds are Viggo’s only reply.
Sean tsks and goes to lie on the chaise previously occupied by Viggo.
“Don’t get so worked up love, it’s bad for your health and it might spoil your coordination. And don’t glare at me, that’s not going to do you any good, you know. I think we’d better start the game now, before you totally lose your concentration. Oh, and come here for a sec before we get going.”
Viggo walks reluctantly to the side of the chaise.
Sean grabs his shoulders and brings him down, tongue sliding in Viggo’s mouth for a quick teasing kiss.
Sean grins at Viggo’s puzzled look and winks. “That was to wish you luck.”
Viggo grins back and returns the wink. “The best of luck to you too Sean. Who knows, you might need it as well…”
Taking the bowl of cherries with him, Viggo walks some steps back from the chaise until Sean’s satisfied with the shooting range.
Viggo pops a cherry in his mouth and eyes his target.
He feels rather silly at first, but as his gaze wanders over Sean’s bare chest and belly down to the way his cock and balls come into stark relief under the soft, worn denim while he’s lying down all thoughts of silliness evaporate.
He rolls the cherry around his mouth until it’s warm and slick, takes a deep breath and shoots, not really aiming but just to get a measure of how much strength it takes to cover the distance.
It is a lucky shot, however. The cherry flies well and hits Sean’s armpit.
“Hey, not bad, not bad at all for a first shot! Is that beginner’s luck or your ranger training showing through?” Sean teases, retrieving the warm cherry and making a show of sucking it into his mouth.
“Yeah, sure, I can just see Isildur’s heir shooting cherries at Orcs,” snorts Viggo, mesmerized by the sucking movements of Sean’s mouth.
“So, will Isildur’s heir stop dithering and come and claim his hit?” Sean’s eyes lock with Viggo, glimmering like hidden pools suddenly hit by the sun.
Viggo walks a bit dazedly to the chaise and flops down by Sean’s side. He leans until his face is almost touching Sean’s armpit and breathes in deeply.
Sun baked skin, sweat, musk.
Sean.
He inhales again, as if he wants the lungful of air he’s just drawn to permeate his entire being and imprint all his cells.
Sean squirms, the faint whisper of Viggo’s released breath against his skin already feeling like a touch, then he grips the sides of the chaise at the first touch of Viggo’s beard tickling the sensitive skin of his armpit.
The tip of Viggo’s tongue follows, tracing a circle as if to mark the area he has won with his first shot. Then he nuzzles in the tuft of sweaty cinnamon hair, tugging at it with his teeth and grinning when a groan escapes Sean’s mouth. Small nips circle again the armpit before, with a last farewell tug at the hair, Viggo draws back and sits on his haunches for a moment, eyeing the result of his ministrations.
Sean’s body is stretched taut, hands gripping the chaise, eyes closed. The bulge in the cutoffs is even more prominent than before.
Viggo’s hand reaches out to Sean’s, caressing and unclenching the fingers’ fierce grip until Sean relaxes and opens his eyes.
Sean exhales raggedly and pouts. “How is it that you were the one to be punished and now I am the one feeling like he’s being tortured?”
“It’s because we’re in this together, love, like in all else,” replies Viggo with a last loving squeeze at Sean’s hand as he stands up and adjusts himself, drawing his friend’s attention to the now quite tight fit of his shorts and eliciting a smirk.
Back to his stand by the bowl of cherries, Viggo aims and shoots again. Once. Twice. Both shots go short.
Viggo frowns, his brow knits in concentration. Sean on the other hand looks seriously worried.
The third shot however hits right below Sean’s navel.
His abs clench – reflexively ? deliberately? – and lift the cherry, sending it rolling down, over the waistband of the cutoffs, to rest along the zipper.
“Wow, that’s one lucky shot!” he beams, looking as pleased as if he’d delivered the shot himself.
“Yes, one lucky roll of the cherry… with a little help from a friend.” Viggo grins back.
He moves up to Sean’s side again, picks up the cherry and nestles it in Sean’s navel before climbing on the chaise and settling down, sitting on his shins between Sean’s legs, hands resting on Sean’s thighs.
He bends low, his face level with Sean’s cherry decorated navel and looks up at Sean.
Waiting.
Eyes meet. Sean nods and Viggo bends low again, worshipping Sean’s body. He bites gently, taking a mouthful of cherry and flesh, taking the chewed fruit between his teeth and dragging it along the line of soft blond hair that marks Sean’s lower belly disappearing in the waistband of the cutoffs.
He spits the remains of the fruit into the grass and licks his lips before swiftly tracing with tongue and teeth the line marked in cherry juice.
He stops at the waistband and looks again at Sean. Waiting.
Sean’s hands are back gripping the sides of the chaise, his torso slightly raised to give him a better view of Viggo’s doings.
Again only one word. “Please.”
Viggo smiles wolfishly and shifts his legs, settling between Sean’s.
His hands inches slowly inside Sean’s cutoffs, palming his erection and shielding it from harm while the zipper is quickly tugged down and the shorts dragged along Sean’s legs and discarded on the lawn.
A finger traces the length of Sean’s swollen cock from dripping crown to tight balls, the touch not teasing but rather worshipping.
The tightness of his balls and the small tremors in the muscles of Sean’s thighs tell Viggo Sean’s very close. His hand goes to circle the base of Sean’s cock and lift it back so that his mouth can envelop the head, tongue swirling around and cleaning off pre-come before going to tease the slit. All the while one hand works the base and the other holds steady Sean’s bucking hip.
A moan and a “please” from Sean are Viggo’s signal.
He takes Sean deep, relaxing his throat until his beard tangles with Sean’s pubic hair. One last squeeze and the tight feel of Viggo’s throat are all it takes to bring Sean over, hips bucking under Viggo’s shoulders and cock shooting down his throat until the last tremor dies and Viggo rises back, licking his lips and smiling at Sean’s blissful incoherent face before settling his head on Sean’s belly.
It is Sean who speaks first. “Hey mate, you still have one shot to go but I’ll declare here and now that you are indeed amazingly skilled.”
Sean’s hands have gone to cradle the head resting on his belly, petting sweaty messy hair. The answer vibrates along his lower body into Viggo’s, who doesn’t lift from his head from its comfy resting place.
“Do I get a bonus for that?” he inquires.
“Most certainly so,” replies Sean, “though I can’t imagine what will you go for as your last target…one’s supposed to save the best for last but it seems to me you’ve already milked out the best I had to offer…”, he grins.
“One has indeed saved the sweetest for last,” answers Viggo, “ but I’m afraid my shooting skills would never get me anywhere near to hitting the target I want. Would that bonus you were offering mean I can shorten my shooting distance for my last attempt?”
“Absolutely my love, as close as you will. You’ve earned it!”
As he bends down one last time to pick a cherry from the bowl, Viggo’s face is a total study in love.
The cherry goes in his mouth, stem pulled and discarded. His teeth cut the fruit in half, spitting out the stone, while his hand carefully unzips and pulls down his shorts over a full erection.
He walks back to the chaise and settles down between legs that have spread to make a home for him, laying his body flush over Sean’s relaxed one.
“OK, this is my last shot,” says Viggo, bringing his mouth against Sean’s, nudging it open and dropping the cherry on Sean’s waiting tongue, to share and roll round, together, while Viggo’s hard cock is pressed against Sean’s thigh by Sean’s hand on Viggo’s ass, moving up and down and around until the friction’s too much and Viggo comes, plastered against Sean’s body, his keening swallowed by Sean’s mouth together with the remains of a much abused cherry.
The ragged double breathing evens out, getting back in sync.
Viggo’s head is resting on Sean’s shoulder, tucked under his chin, Sean’s hand tracing soothing patterns on Viggo’s back.
Viggo finally relaxes, dropping a juicy, sticky kiss on Sean’s neck.
“You know Sean, there’s all sort of fruit stocked in the fridge. I shopped yesterday and…”
“Did you love? It would certainly be a pity to leave it there. It might spoil, you know… I think you should bring it out here as soon as you catch your breath. We’ll put it to good use. What did you buy besides cherries?”
“Oh lots of things… apples, grapefruits, a couple pineapples, a watermelon...”
milochka)Author:
moldavaPairing: SB/VM
Rating: R or NC-17, not sure
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Notes: unbeta’d, please be lenient
Warning: total summer smut
The Infamous Cherry Fic
Days off from the harrassing shooting schedule are a boon, especially when they mean lazy sunny afternoons to be spent together, lounging in the garden that is Sean’s delight, all green and lush and balmy.
Sean putters around his beloved plants, admiring them and revelling in their beauty. He’s always felt a special empathy with plants and, despite what others may think, he feels right talking to them, telling them just how lovely they are.
Viggo lounges in a sun chaise, eating cherries and enjoying the view, courtesy of Sean’s denim cutoffs.
There’s amusement and love in the eyes that follow Sean’s pilgrimage from plant to plant and his muttering secret words of encouragement and affection to each green frond.
Toying with the cherry in his mouth, Viggo eyes appreciatevly Sean’s ass as he crouches low to whisper something to a rather puny rosebush and the waistband of the cutoffs rides down, gaping back from Sean’s golden skin.
And he grins wickedly before shooting out the mouth-warmed cherry right on target, hitting the top of Sean’s bum and getting the cherry to sneak exactly in the nook where the denim gapes back from the skin.
Sean yelps in surprise, losing balance and crashing on his ass. By the way he glares at Viggo, who’s laughing like a maniac, it is easy to tell *he*is*not*amused*.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snarls.
“Nothing really,” grins Viggo, “just lying here.. enjoying a lazy afternoon.. admiring the view.. eating cherries..”
“Right so. Next one you eat, try swallowing. Do you remember how it’s supposed to be done? Or is it just other things you know how to swallow?”
Sean knows he’s overreacting, and in a nasty way, but one of his wifes used to make fun of his habit of talking to the plants he grows like he would to his own daughters and he’s become very touchy about it.
Realizing that with his playful gesture he has unwittingly hit a raw nerve, Viggo rises and goes to hug a pissed Sean.
“Sorry love, I was just playing.”
Viggo nuzzles Sean’s neck, his beard tickling him behind the ear, something he knows never fails to get Sean purring like a big cat.
“Will you play with me? Share my cherries?”
“Is this your best offer?”
Sean is willing to be mollified but *damn* Viggo’s gonna have to sweat for it.
“I might consider playing with you, but… I don’t play with just anyone, you know… you’ll have to... demonstrate skills...”
“Certainly you know by now just how *skilled* I am.” Viggo offers a sample, nibbling a hot path along Sean’s neck, from earlobe to shoulder. The wet skin erupts in goosebumps when Viggo follows the trail his teeth just left by gently blowing cool air.
“Wrong skill my love, that’s not what I had in mind.” Sean shivers under Viggo’s mouth but his smile remains mischievous and it begins to make Viggo feel a bit wary. “Since you seem to enjoy shooting cherries around and using me as your target, I’ll give you a contest. Keep shooting cherries at me: what you hit you get to eat. But you’re going to have to select your targets well. You’re only allowed to choose three targets and you’ll have three shots at each one. Oh, and Viggo...”
“What?” scowls Viggo, rather put out at having the tables turned on him.
“Just to make the game more challenging, let’s say that this could be the only... meal... you’ll be getting today if I am not pleased by your performance.”
“What??? Are you crazy? It’s only two in the afternoon, for fuck sake!”
“It is a bit early, isn’t it?” Sean smirks. “All the more reason to make sure you aim well and don’t miss your targets!”
Unintelligible spluttering sounds are Viggo’s only reply.
Sean tsks and goes to lie on the chaise previously occupied by Viggo.
“Don’t get so worked up love, it’s bad for your health and it might spoil your coordination. And don’t glare at me, that’s not going to do you any good, you know. I think we’d better start the game now, before you totally lose your concentration. Oh, and come here for a sec before we get going.”
Viggo walks reluctantly to the side of the chaise.
Sean grabs his shoulders and brings him down, tongue sliding in Viggo’s mouth for a quick teasing kiss.
Sean grins at Viggo’s puzzled look and winks. “That was to wish you luck.”
Viggo grins back and returns the wink. “The best of luck to you too Sean. Who knows, you might need it as well…”
Taking the bowl of cherries with him, Viggo walks some steps back from the chaise until Sean’s satisfied with the shooting range.
Viggo pops a cherry in his mouth and eyes his target.
He feels rather silly at first, but as his gaze wanders over Sean’s bare chest and belly down to the way his cock and balls come into stark relief under the soft, worn denim while he’s lying down all thoughts of silliness evaporate.
He rolls the cherry around his mouth until it’s warm and slick, takes a deep breath and shoots, not really aiming but just to get a measure of how much strength it takes to cover the distance.
It is a lucky shot, however. The cherry flies well and hits Sean’s armpit.
“Hey, not bad, not bad at all for a first shot! Is that beginner’s luck or your ranger training showing through?” Sean teases, retrieving the warm cherry and making a show of sucking it into his mouth.
“Yeah, sure, I can just see Isildur’s heir shooting cherries at Orcs,” snorts Viggo, mesmerized by the sucking movements of Sean’s mouth.
“So, will Isildur’s heir stop dithering and come and claim his hit?” Sean’s eyes lock with Viggo, glimmering like hidden pools suddenly hit by the sun.
Viggo walks a bit dazedly to the chaise and flops down by Sean’s side. He leans until his face is almost touching Sean’s armpit and breathes in deeply.
Sun baked skin, sweat, musk.
Sean.
He inhales again, as if he wants the lungful of air he’s just drawn to permeate his entire being and imprint all his cells.
Sean squirms, the faint whisper of Viggo’s released breath against his skin already feeling like a touch, then he grips the sides of the chaise at the first touch of Viggo’s beard tickling the sensitive skin of his armpit.
The tip of Viggo’s tongue follows, tracing a circle as if to mark the area he has won with his first shot. Then he nuzzles in the tuft of sweaty cinnamon hair, tugging at it with his teeth and grinning when a groan escapes Sean’s mouth. Small nips circle again the armpit before, with a last farewell tug at the hair, Viggo draws back and sits on his haunches for a moment, eyeing the result of his ministrations.
Sean’s body is stretched taut, hands gripping the chaise, eyes closed. The bulge in the cutoffs is even more prominent than before.
Viggo’s hand reaches out to Sean’s, caressing and unclenching the fingers’ fierce grip until Sean relaxes and opens his eyes.
Sean exhales raggedly and pouts. “How is it that you were the one to be punished and now I am the one feeling like he’s being tortured?”
“It’s because we’re in this together, love, like in all else,” replies Viggo with a last loving squeeze at Sean’s hand as he stands up and adjusts himself, drawing his friend’s attention to the now quite tight fit of his shorts and eliciting a smirk.
Back to his stand by the bowl of cherries, Viggo aims and shoots again. Once. Twice. Both shots go short.
Viggo frowns, his brow knits in concentration. Sean on the other hand looks seriously worried.
The third shot however hits right below Sean’s navel.
His abs clench – reflexively ? deliberately? – and lift the cherry, sending it rolling down, over the waistband of the cutoffs, to rest along the zipper.
“Wow, that’s one lucky shot!” he beams, looking as pleased as if he’d delivered the shot himself.
“Yes, one lucky roll of the cherry… with a little help from a friend.” Viggo grins back.
He moves up to Sean’s side again, picks up the cherry and nestles it in Sean’s navel before climbing on the chaise and settling down, sitting on his shins between Sean’s legs, hands resting on Sean’s thighs.
He bends low, his face level with Sean’s cherry decorated navel and looks up at Sean.
Waiting.
Eyes meet. Sean nods and Viggo bends low again, worshipping Sean’s body. He bites gently, taking a mouthful of cherry and flesh, taking the chewed fruit between his teeth and dragging it along the line of soft blond hair that marks Sean’s lower belly disappearing in the waistband of the cutoffs.
He spits the remains of the fruit into the grass and licks his lips before swiftly tracing with tongue and teeth the line marked in cherry juice.
He stops at the waistband and looks again at Sean. Waiting.
Sean’s hands are back gripping the sides of the chaise, his torso slightly raised to give him a better view of Viggo’s doings.
Again only one word. “Please.”
Viggo smiles wolfishly and shifts his legs, settling between Sean’s.
His hands inches slowly inside Sean’s cutoffs, palming his erection and shielding it from harm while the zipper is quickly tugged down and the shorts dragged along Sean’s legs and discarded on the lawn.
A finger traces the length of Sean’s swollen cock from dripping crown to tight balls, the touch not teasing but rather worshipping.
The tightness of his balls and the small tremors in the muscles of Sean’s thighs tell Viggo Sean’s very close. His hand goes to circle the base of Sean’s cock and lift it back so that his mouth can envelop the head, tongue swirling around and cleaning off pre-come before going to tease the slit. All the while one hand works the base and the other holds steady Sean’s bucking hip.
A moan and a “please” from Sean are Viggo’s signal.
He takes Sean deep, relaxing his throat until his beard tangles with Sean’s pubic hair. One last squeeze and the tight feel of Viggo’s throat are all it takes to bring Sean over, hips bucking under Viggo’s shoulders and cock shooting down his throat until the last tremor dies and Viggo rises back, licking his lips and smiling at Sean’s blissful incoherent face before settling his head on Sean’s belly.
It is Sean who speaks first. “Hey mate, you still have one shot to go but I’ll declare here and now that you are indeed amazingly skilled.”
Sean’s hands have gone to cradle the head resting on his belly, petting sweaty messy hair. The answer vibrates along his lower body into Viggo’s, who doesn’t lift from his head from its comfy resting place.
“Do I get a bonus for that?” he inquires.
“Most certainly so,” replies Sean, “though I can’t imagine what will you go for as your last target…one’s supposed to save the best for last but it seems to me you’ve already milked out the best I had to offer…”, he grins.
“One has indeed saved the sweetest for last,” answers Viggo, “ but I’m afraid my shooting skills would never get me anywhere near to hitting the target I want. Would that bonus you were offering mean I can shorten my shooting distance for my last attempt?”
“Absolutely my love, as close as you will. You’ve earned it!”
As he bends down one last time to pick a cherry from the bowl, Viggo’s face is a total study in love.
The cherry goes in his mouth, stem pulled and discarded. His teeth cut the fruit in half, spitting out the stone, while his hand carefully unzips and pulls down his shorts over a full erection.
He walks back to the chaise and settles down between legs that have spread to make a home for him, laying his body flush over Sean’s relaxed one.
“OK, this is my last shot,” says Viggo, bringing his mouth against Sean’s, nudging it open and dropping the cherry on Sean’s waiting tongue, to share and roll round, together, while Viggo’s hard cock is pressed against Sean’s thigh by Sean’s hand on Viggo’s ass, moving up and down and around until the friction’s too much and Viggo comes, plastered against Sean’s body, his keening swallowed by Sean’s mouth together with the remains of a much abused cherry.
The ragged double breathing evens out, getting back in sync.
Viggo’s head is resting on Sean’s shoulder, tucked under his chin, Sean’s hand tracing soothing patterns on Viggo’s back.
Viggo finally relaxes, dropping a juicy, sticky kiss on Sean’s neck.
“You know Sean, there’s all sort of fruit stocked in the fridge. I shopped yesterday and…”
“Did you love? It would certainly be a pity to leave it there. It might spoil, you know… I think you should bring it out here as soon as you catch your breath. We’ll put it to good use. What did you buy besides cherries?”
“Oh lots of things… apples, grapefruits, a couple pineapples, a watermelon...”
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Date: 2003-07-08 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-09 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-08 01:41 pm (UTC)Heeee! I already told you in email how much I enjoyed this -- Sean talking to his plants just like I do, 'cause you know, they deserve some affection too and the cherries and the armpit-worship (hey, that part is new!). Love it all! Love you!
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Date: 2003-07-08 11:47 pm (UTC)btw, my bonsai sends greetings
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Date: 2003-07-08 01:42 pm (UTC)oh, they -are- too cute.
This is so sweet. Exactly what I needed. :D //hugs
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Date: 2003-07-09 12:08 am (UTC)I'm doubly happy if it came when you needed fluffy stuff *hugs*
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Date: 2003-07-08 02:04 pm (UTC)I love it, it has that nice, lazy 'summer' feeling to it... And Sean and Viggo being playful are always a joy to read. :) Thank you for posting! *hugs*
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Date: 2003-07-08 11:58 pm (UTC)Glad you felt so, it was exactly what I was trying to project!
I think I may have an armpit fetish.. I did try to find a pic of Sean with armpit in view (research, y'know) but couldn't find one. So I'm still wondering what color the hair is (pubic hair seems to be darker than his hair color...)
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Date: 2003-07-09 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-09 12:11 am (UTC)I think the movie might be Stormy Monday, will check tonight.. I taped it from the telly but haven't had the time to view it.
Any Chatterley over there??
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Date: 2003-07-09 12:22 am (UTC)Just found this Stormy Monday pic (http://www.full-of-beans.net/stormy-monday/page1/014.jpg) -- good lord, what an incredible ass. Wanna sink my teeth into those sweet cheeks! *ahem*
No, no Lady Chatterley yet. *grumbles* Am still playing the waiting game. Waahhhh!
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Date: 2003-07-09 12:33 am (UTC)Somewhere on my home pc I have a pic from Stormy where he's dropping his briefs.. I'll email it to you when I find it
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Date: 2003-07-09 03:22 am (UTC)Um. Guh. Can't wait to see THAT one!
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Date: 2003-07-11 10:03 am (UTC)I have a nose fetish, when it comes to Sean especially, so I can't say anything about armpit fetishes...heee...in fact, I have no problem with Sean's armpit whatsoever...
Sun baked skin, sweat, musk.
Sean.
He inhales again, as if he wants the lungful of air he’s just drawn to permeate his entire being and imprint all his cells.
Oooh...so sexy...so yummy!
This was so cute and playful...love their banter back and forth. I felt as tortured as Sean, but I was rewarded with steamy hotness...
*thinks of cherries in my refrigerator*
*wishes Sean and Viggo were here to share them with*
*G*