Sometimes - Chapter Four
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ozcmom who wrote one of the best 'shower scenes' ever in "Mates"!
Plus big thank you toowlgrey for her support.
FIC: Sometimes 4 / 9
AUTHOR: Widdershin
ARCHIVE: Rugbytackling, More Than Mates, others please ask.
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SB/VM, OB/VM
WARNING: well there is an NC17 rating and a shower! Still angsty (sorry)
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: A tale of two showers …
It wasn’t often he had the luxury of staying in bed once the sun was up Sean pondered while he dragged his consciousness towards the surface of the day. As the sensation gradually began returning to his body it hit him that he was not alone in his bed. In fact there was a body pressed against his back and an arm curled around his chest. Sean relaxed into the warmth of the body enjoying the gentle breath on the back of his neck. In his semi wakeful state it took Sean another minute or two to realize that not only was this not his bed, but the chest against his shoulder blades didn’t have the cushion of breasts he expected to be there.
“Shit,” Sean was fully awake in an instant and looked down at the arm around his body. The hand was resting palm up on the bed in front of his chest and he could just make out a tiny ‘H’ in the creases of the wrist. The night before came back to him with the knowledge that it was Viggo’s arm around him and Viggo’s body spooning him. A very naked Viggo Sean corrected himself. Although is initial reaction was to remove the naked man draped over him, Sean found that he was surprisingly comfortable with this and the sensation of Viggo’s chest hairs brushing against his back with each breath actually felt good.
Viggo mumbled softly in his sleep and hugged Sean tighter. Sean chuckled to himself that maybe this shouldn’t feel as good as it did, after all this was Viggo, his mate and sparring partner, but came to the conclusion that sleepy body contact was always a good thing. “Yeah, a good thing,” Sean murmured snuggling back more until he felt Viggo’s hard cock pressed against his boxers. A slight wave of panic fleeted through Sean’s mind as he hoped Viggo hadn’t mistaken him for Orlando. “Wrong body type Vig, this one is straight!” Sean started to move out of Viggo’s grasp, before he calmed down with the realization that it was morning, he was in the same state and it was only the result of a very full bladder.
Sean gently lifted Viggo’s arm, slid out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. A quick piss and he stepped into the heat of the shower stream subconsciously reluctant to lose the scent of Viggo from his skin. He sighed and replaced Viggo with the mint of the shampoo and conditioner. He dried himself, pulled his boxers back on and returned to the bedroom.
Viggo was still in the same position when Sean returned to the room and he chuckled quietly, “Sleep while you can Vig cos you’re gonna have one hell of a headache when you wake up.” He picked up his still soggy clothes and wrinkled his nose at the smell of whisky and vomit, “You owe me a laundry bill Viggo!” Sean smiled as he grabbed the sweatpants he had pulled out for Viggo the night before and after a quick check decided they were nearly clean enough to wear. Another search through the pile of clothes resulted in a t-shirt with not too many paint stains. Sean dressed and grimaced at his reflection in the mirror before he headed to the kitchen.
After putting the kettle on Sean acquainted himself with Viggo’s kitchen cupboards. They were surprisingly well stocked. He located Viggo’s tea and made a more conventional cuppa for himself. After a mouthful of tea Sean grabbed a couple of aspirins and Viggo’s tea and strolled back to the bedroom. “Come on Vig, time to wake up and face the world,” he announced in an unnecessarily loud voice.
“Oh God, just let me die!” Viggo’s croaky reply made Sean laugh even more before he took pity on his friend’s suffering.
“Here’s that bloody awful tea you like and a couple of pills for the head.” He said as he sat on the edge of the bed. Viggo took a tentative sip of tea and swallowed the aspirin with another gulp.
“Shit my head hurts,” Viggo groaned as he cautiously rubbed his fingers over his eyes.
“I’m not surprised, the state you were in last night.” Sean offered.
“I wish I was one of those drunks who forgot ‘the night before’. I’m sorry Sean, I made such a fool of myself. I’m not usually that pathetic over rejection” Viggo moaned.
Sean took in the dejected look on his friend’s face and couldn’t stop himself, “Fucking hell Viggo, I don’t know how you held it together as well as you did. I would have decked the little snot as soon as he arrived! He always gets away with murder…one flash of that smile and the world falls at his feet.
“He’s just young Sean.” Viggo said softly.
“True, but that is no excuse to treat you like shit,” Sean replied quickly, “no excuse at all.”
Viggo took another drink of tea and closed his eyes, he didn’t want to deal with this right now. “I know Sean.”
“Okay mate, I’m gonna head home to get some decent clothes before I go to the set. You should grab another hour or two’s sleep, it’s still early.”
Viggo set the mug on the nightstand and said in a very quiet voice, “Thanks Sean.” Sean understood that he was being thanked for more than the tea and a couple of hours extra sleep and gently closed the door of the bedroom behind him.
Once he heard Sean’s car pull out of the driveway Viggo knew he couldn’t go back to sleep. His head pounded, but he couldn’t stop running through the events of the night before. His foremost thought was his total disgust with himself. It had hurt so much when he saw Orlando walk through the door with Sarah on his arm, but he had been through worse than this and he should be able to handle it better. All he knew was he had wanted to run, to get away from Orli, to not meet the pitying looks on the other’s faces… He had been trapped in that booth until Sean gave him an ‘out’, yet he had been so angry with Sean… Sean had been right about Orli and it made Viggo look a fool in his eyes. He couldn’t handle that. Fuck his head was going to cave in. Viggo took another drink of tea before he was able to tackle the slow walk to the bathroom.
After relieving his aching bladder, Viggo stood in front of the mirror and took in his dishevelled appearance. “Yeah, real desirable Mortensen”, he muttered wishing he could cover all his mirrors with pictures and mementos so he didn’t have to look at himself. Turning away from his reflection he turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up. As he watched the steam starting to rise he remembered sharing the small space with Orlando only three days earlier. Viggo’s teeth clenched as he pictured Orli dragging him into the cubicle, laughing as he squeezed shampoo over the ‘filthy ranger’s hair’. Soap lather poured down Viggo’s face stinging his eyes. “Fuck Orlando!” he yelled as he tried to rinse off the excess bubbles.
“If you insist Vig,” Orlando giggled as he pressed his body against Viggo’s.
“What’s the story elf, blind me and then have your way with me?” Viggo answered slightly breathless as his hand slid down Orlando’s torso to palm his hard cock.
“That was the plan.” He barely managed to groan before his head fell against Viggo’s shoulder.
Viggo moved back slightly to allow the full force of the water to stream down Orlando’s body and he could feel it run over his fingers as he tightened them around Orlando and began a slow and steady rhythm. Orlando was forced to grip Viggo’s shoulders as he began to sway in time with Viggo’s hand…his mouth moving on Viggo’s neck.
“Oh fuck Vig, I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” Orlando moaned.
Viggo’s own breathing was becoming laboured as he stopped his caresses, moved his hands to Orlando’s hips and turned him around. Orlando leaned forward and braced both hands against the shower wall in anticipation of Viggo’s next move. Viggo leant out of the shower stall and pulled a condom out of the bathroom cabinet. He ripped the foil open and rolled it down over his cock. Orlando, getting impatient, scowled at Viggo over his shoulder who simply slapped Orlando’s backside and told him to behave.
Viggo poured hair conditioner into his hand amused at how much it was trembling and gently nudged Orlando’s legs further apart with his knee. His slick fingers stroked firmly up Orlando’s cleft causing him to arch backwards and gasp, “Just do it Vig… want you now!”
Viggo rubbed more of the conditioner on his cock and closed his eyes revelling in the slippery touch of his own fingers.
“Vig…now.” Orlando’s voice was a mix of petulance and desperation.
Viggo chuckled as he guided his cock to Orlando’s entrance and began the steady push. Orlando moaned at the slow pace. He tried to squirm against Viggo’s hands that were now holding his hips steady. By the time Viggo was flush against Orlando’s back both men were breathless. Viggo knew Orlando wanted a fast and hard fuck. He pulled back and slammed into Orlando eliciting a cry from the younger man urging him on. Viggo grinned as he then set up a deep but slow rhythm. He dragged his hand across Orlando’s belly purposely ignoring Orlando’s attempts to get the hand lower.
Viggo ran his tongue slowly along Orlando’s shoulder and up his neck. He could see Orlando’s fingers curling and trying to find a purchase on the smooth tiles. “Vig …more…please!” He pleaded. Viggo rubbed his stubble over Orlando’s cheek and said brokenly, “Always so impatient Elfboy”, but relented and quickened his pace. After a couple more thrusts Viggo knew that Orlando was close and wrapped one arm tightly around his waist while starting to fist his cock with the other.
Viggo’s rhythm faltered as he felt his muscles begin to clench totally overwhelmed by the physical sensation of Orlando’s near frantic movements and the hot water jetting down his own back. “Oh fuck Orli… almost… almost…come on Orli ,,, come with me.” Viggo growled breathlessly into Orlando’s ear.
Viggo’s thrusts almost lifted him off the ground and pushed Orlando roughly into the shower wall. It was only Viggo’s arm holding and supporting him that stopped Orlando losing his balance as he shouted Viggo’s name and came in his hand. Feeling Orlando come was all Viggo needed to allow himself his own release.
Viggo collapsed forward onto Orlando’s back gasping for breath as Orlando twisted around flicking his tongue across Viggo’s lips and murmuring into his mouth, ”That was awesome Vig, you are awesome.”
“Obviously not that awesome Orli,” Viggo whispered as he stepped into the shower alone.
tbc
ozcmom who wrote one of the best 'shower scenes' ever in "Mates"!Plus big thank you to
owlgrey for her support.FIC: Sometimes 4 / 9
AUTHOR: Widdershin
ARCHIVE: Rugbytackling, More Than Mates, others please ask.
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SB/VM, OB/VM
WARNING: well there is an NC17 rating and a shower! Still angsty (sorry)
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: A tale of two showers …
It wasn’t often he had the luxury of staying in bed once the sun was up Sean pondered while he dragged his consciousness towards the surface of the day. As the sensation gradually began returning to his body it hit him that he was not alone in his bed. In fact there was a body pressed against his back and an arm curled around his chest. Sean relaxed into the warmth of the body enjoying the gentle breath on the back of his neck. In his semi wakeful state it took Sean another minute or two to realize that not only was this not his bed, but the chest against his shoulder blades didn’t have the cushion of breasts he expected to be there.
“Shit,” Sean was fully awake in an instant and looked down at the arm around his body. The hand was resting palm up on the bed in front of his chest and he could just make out a tiny ‘H’ in the creases of the wrist. The night before came back to him with the knowledge that it was Viggo’s arm around him and Viggo’s body spooning him. A very naked Viggo Sean corrected himself. Although is initial reaction was to remove the naked man draped over him, Sean found that he was surprisingly comfortable with this and the sensation of Viggo’s chest hairs brushing against his back with each breath actually felt good.
Viggo mumbled softly in his sleep and hugged Sean tighter. Sean chuckled to himself that maybe this shouldn’t feel as good as it did, after all this was Viggo, his mate and sparring partner, but came to the conclusion that sleepy body contact was always a good thing. “Yeah, a good thing,” Sean murmured snuggling back more until he felt Viggo’s hard cock pressed against his boxers. A slight wave of panic fleeted through Sean’s mind as he hoped Viggo hadn’t mistaken him for Orlando. “Wrong body type Vig, this one is straight!” Sean started to move out of Viggo’s grasp, before he calmed down with the realization that it was morning, he was in the same state and it was only the result of a very full bladder.
Sean gently lifted Viggo’s arm, slid out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. A quick piss and he stepped into the heat of the shower stream subconsciously reluctant to lose the scent of Viggo from his skin. He sighed and replaced Viggo with the mint of the shampoo and conditioner. He dried himself, pulled his boxers back on and returned to the bedroom.
Viggo was still in the same position when Sean returned to the room and he chuckled quietly, “Sleep while you can Vig cos you’re gonna have one hell of a headache when you wake up.” He picked up his still soggy clothes and wrinkled his nose at the smell of whisky and vomit, “You owe me a laundry bill Viggo!” Sean smiled as he grabbed the sweatpants he had pulled out for Viggo the night before and after a quick check decided they were nearly clean enough to wear. Another search through the pile of clothes resulted in a t-shirt with not too many paint stains. Sean dressed and grimaced at his reflection in the mirror before he headed to the kitchen.
After putting the kettle on Sean acquainted himself with Viggo’s kitchen cupboards. They were surprisingly well stocked. He located Viggo’s tea and made a more conventional cuppa for himself. After a mouthful of tea Sean grabbed a couple of aspirins and Viggo’s tea and strolled back to the bedroom. “Come on Vig, time to wake up and face the world,” he announced in an unnecessarily loud voice.
“Oh God, just let me die!” Viggo’s croaky reply made Sean laugh even more before he took pity on his friend’s suffering.
“Here’s that bloody awful tea you like and a couple of pills for the head.” He said as he sat on the edge of the bed. Viggo took a tentative sip of tea and swallowed the aspirin with another gulp.
“Shit my head hurts,” Viggo groaned as he cautiously rubbed his fingers over his eyes.
“I’m not surprised, the state you were in last night.” Sean offered.
“I wish I was one of those drunks who forgot ‘the night before’. I’m sorry Sean, I made such a fool of myself. I’m not usually that pathetic over rejection” Viggo moaned.
Sean took in the dejected look on his friend’s face and couldn’t stop himself, “Fucking hell Viggo, I don’t know how you held it together as well as you did. I would have decked the little snot as soon as he arrived! He always gets away with murder…one flash of that smile and the world falls at his feet.
“He’s just young Sean.” Viggo said softly.
“True, but that is no excuse to treat you like shit,” Sean replied quickly, “no excuse at all.”
Viggo took another drink of tea and closed his eyes, he didn’t want to deal with this right now. “I know Sean.”
“Okay mate, I’m gonna head home to get some decent clothes before I go to the set. You should grab another hour or two’s sleep, it’s still early.”
Viggo set the mug on the nightstand and said in a very quiet voice, “Thanks Sean.” Sean understood that he was being thanked for more than the tea and a couple of hours extra sleep and gently closed the door of the bedroom behind him.
Once he heard Sean’s car pull out of the driveway Viggo knew he couldn’t go back to sleep. His head pounded, but he couldn’t stop running through the events of the night before. His foremost thought was his total disgust with himself. It had hurt so much when he saw Orlando walk through the door with Sarah on his arm, but he had been through worse than this and he should be able to handle it better. All he knew was he had wanted to run, to get away from Orli, to not meet the pitying looks on the other’s faces… He had been trapped in that booth until Sean gave him an ‘out’, yet he had been so angry with Sean… Sean had been right about Orli and it made Viggo look a fool in his eyes. He couldn’t handle that. Fuck his head was going to cave in. Viggo took another drink of tea before he was able to tackle the slow walk to the bathroom.
After relieving his aching bladder, Viggo stood in front of the mirror and took in his dishevelled appearance. “Yeah, real desirable Mortensen”, he muttered wishing he could cover all his mirrors with pictures and mementos so he didn’t have to look at himself. Turning away from his reflection he turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up. As he watched the steam starting to rise he remembered sharing the small space with Orlando only three days earlier. Viggo’s teeth clenched as he pictured Orli dragging him into the cubicle, laughing as he squeezed shampoo over the ‘filthy ranger’s hair’. Soap lather poured down Viggo’s face stinging his eyes. “Fuck Orlando!” he yelled as he tried to rinse off the excess bubbles.
“If you insist Vig,” Orlando giggled as he pressed his body against Viggo’s.
“What’s the story elf, blind me and then have your way with me?” Viggo answered slightly breathless as his hand slid down Orlando’s torso to palm his hard cock.
“That was the plan.” He barely managed to groan before his head fell against Viggo’s shoulder.
Viggo moved back slightly to allow the full force of the water to stream down Orlando’s body and he could feel it run over his fingers as he tightened them around Orlando and began a slow and steady rhythm. Orlando was forced to grip Viggo’s shoulders as he began to sway in time with Viggo’s hand…his mouth moving on Viggo’s neck.
“Oh fuck Vig, I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” Orlando moaned.
Viggo’s own breathing was becoming laboured as he stopped his caresses, moved his hands to Orlando’s hips and turned him around. Orlando leaned forward and braced both hands against the shower wall in anticipation of Viggo’s next move. Viggo leant out of the shower stall and pulled a condom out of the bathroom cabinet. He ripped the foil open and rolled it down over his cock. Orlando, getting impatient, scowled at Viggo over his shoulder who simply slapped Orlando’s backside and told him to behave.
Viggo poured hair conditioner into his hand amused at how much it was trembling and gently nudged Orlando’s legs further apart with his knee. His slick fingers stroked firmly up Orlando’s cleft causing him to arch backwards and gasp, “Just do it Vig… want you now!”
Viggo rubbed more of the conditioner on his cock and closed his eyes revelling in the slippery touch of his own fingers.
“Vig…now.” Orlando’s voice was a mix of petulance and desperation.
Viggo chuckled as he guided his cock to Orlando’s entrance and began the steady push. Orlando moaned at the slow pace. He tried to squirm against Viggo’s hands that were now holding his hips steady. By the time Viggo was flush against Orlando’s back both men were breathless. Viggo knew Orlando wanted a fast and hard fuck. He pulled back and slammed into Orlando eliciting a cry from the younger man urging him on. Viggo grinned as he then set up a deep but slow rhythm. He dragged his hand across Orlando’s belly purposely ignoring Orlando’s attempts to get the hand lower.
Viggo ran his tongue slowly along Orlando’s shoulder and up his neck. He could see Orlando’s fingers curling and trying to find a purchase on the smooth tiles. “Vig …more…please!” He pleaded. Viggo rubbed his stubble over Orlando’s cheek and said brokenly, “Always so impatient Elfboy”, but relented and quickened his pace. After a couple more thrusts Viggo knew that Orlando was close and wrapped one arm tightly around his waist while starting to fist his cock with the other.
Viggo’s rhythm faltered as he felt his muscles begin to clench totally overwhelmed by the physical sensation of Orlando’s near frantic movements and the hot water jetting down his own back. “Oh fuck Orli… almost… almost…come on Orli ,,, come with me.” Viggo growled breathlessly into Orlando’s ear.
Viggo’s thrusts almost lifted him off the ground and pushed Orlando roughly into the shower wall. It was only Viggo’s arm holding and supporting him that stopped Orlando losing his balance as he shouted Viggo’s name and came in his hand. Feeling Orlando come was all Viggo needed to allow himself his own release.
Viggo collapsed forward onto Orlando’s back gasping for breath as Orlando twisted around flicking his tongue across Viggo’s lips and murmuring into his mouth, ”That was awesome Vig, you are awesome.”
“Obviously not that awesome Orli,” Viggo whispered as he stepped into the shower alone.
tbc
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Sometimes 4
Date: 2004-01-19 09:16 am (UTC)Re: Sometimes 4
Date: 2004-01-23 07:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-19 10:06 am (UTC)Want Seanie action. X)
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Date: 2004-01-23 07:51 am (UTC)Silly boy!
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Date: 2004-01-19 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-23 07:54 am (UTC)But he may need a shaking to figure it out...