Sometimes - Chapter Nine
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rugbytackleWell, it is time to post the last chapter of my fiction and I just want to say thank you so much for the support this community has shown my first attempt at a series.
FIC: Sometimes 9 / 9
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SB/VM
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more_than_mates, others please ask
WARNING: There is that NC17 rating again
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these people. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Sean struggles with confusion and conclusions.
BETA:owlgrey thank you for reading and re-reading!
Sean didn’t remember any of the drive home. He remembered the look on Viggo’s face when he had rejected him yet again, but the roads and traffic lights were a blur. Sean closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the headrest. He felt like the last week had been a roller coaster ride, one that made him well and truly sick. He couldn’t bring himself to think how Viggo must feel…not yet.
He hadn’t intended the night to end that way. He certainly hadn’t intended ending up naked and coming in his best friend’s hand. All he had wanted to do was sort some things out…now he couldn’t even think clearly what those things were. He knew one of them was Orlando, but that seemed unimportant now. Sean had been sure they were back together…but now…
When he heard Viggo moan his own name…bloody hell…it still bothered him. He knew who he was…he was the lad from Sheffield, who drank with his mates after a match and had a reputation with the ladies – not a good reputation, but at least one that reeked of testosterone. Yet the ‘possibility’ of Viggo shredded that self-knowledge and scared the shit out of him. At that moment Sean had ached to touch Viggo. He had felt small shivers at the feel of him under his fingers. There was genuine wonder when Viggo’s nipple hardened beneath his touch. Viggo hadn't moved to either encourage or stop him. He had kissed Viggo then. He tasted him. It was nothing like kissing a woman, there was a different power behind that kiss…yet Viggo was passive under his touch… allowing Sean to explore, giving him permission.
Sean opened his eyes and stared into the dark through the windscreen. The realization hit him; he had made the initial move on Viggo tonight, he had kissed and touched and he had led him to the bedroom. “Shit!” Sean cursed as he hit the steering wheel. He had started it, he had wanted it…it was only when they reached the bedroom and Viggo saw Sean’s nervousness that Viggo had taken the lead. Viggo hadn’t pushed him, he had gently moved Sean’s hands and body to provide them both with pleasure. Sean moaned slightly as the image of Viggo’s body fluttered through his thoughts. He had never…never…been aroused by the sight of a male body before. He loved the softness of women – not the anorexic model types, but real women with flesh and curves. But as he had watched Viggo slowly stroke his cock Sean had felt his knees start to buckle.
“Oh God,” Sean groaned as he relived the way they kissed…the urgency in their touches and felt his cock stir, “Bloody hell Bean, you can’t even think about him…”
Sean’s fingers pulled at his shirt where it stuck to his belly with a combination of his and Viggo’s come. He hadn’t even wiped himself off he had left so quickly. Sean’s stomach twisted and hurt when he thought about the way he had left Viggo.
“Shit,” Sean murmured, “I can’t even blame the elf this time.”
Sean knew that Viggo didn’t do anything Sean didn’t want – and Sean had wanted. It was a long time since he had experienced anything like that, the desperate need to touch and be touched by someone. But it was more than physical desire, he could live with that…maybe. Sean was afraid because his chest ached at the thought of Viggo…but he refused to use the ‘L’ word. He had promised himself that wouldn’t happen again after his latest divorce.
Sean sighed, he could still smell Viggo on his skin…a combination of sweat, come and… well, just Viggo.
It was only because he knew no-one could see him that Sean allowed the tears that had welled in his eyes to roll down his face. He had to admit that he had felt this way for a while, but just kept making excuses for himself; he was drunk, he was pissed off at Orlando (again), he hadn’t got his leg over for a while… They were all true, but they were not the real reason.
Sean hated the way he had left things, the way he had left Viggo. He knew he had been kidding himself and he had to make a decision…this wasn’t fair on Viggo, he didn’t deserve this.
Also, Sean reasoned, that in the middle of a bloody film there was no way he could simply stay away from Viggo. One way or the other Sean had to make his mind up.
What were the options? Tell Viggo he was a mistake, a slip up in Sean’s otherwise straight existence…he had done that all ready and it was wrong. The other option was to go back to Viggo, own up to his feelings and the ‘wiggle’ in his sexuality. “Great choice,” Sean thought. One meant denial and hurting someone he cared about, the second…maybe he should just stay away from Viggo. Sean slammed his fist on the steering wheel again startling himself when he accidentally hit the horn. He knew he had to go back.
This time Sean noticed the traffic lights…every single bloody red light. The trip seemed to take ages and Sean could feel his panic rising with every intersection. Viggo had every right to throw him out and he knew it.
Sean walked into the darkened house and headed straight up the stairs to the bedroom. He felt sick with fear by the time he reached the door. He remembered standing hesitantly at this closed door only a couple of nights ago. Shit was it only a couple of nights? He knocked softly, but opened the door without waiting for a reply. He didn’t want to give Viggo the chance to tell him to piss off. Sean flexed his fingers releasing the fists he had subconsciously clenched and walked into the room. But he visibly sagged when he saw that the room was empty. Sean was suddenly overwhelmed by loneliness. He barely whispered, “Where have you gone now Vig?”
“I’m still here Sean,” came the quiet reply from the other side of the room.
Sean focused towards the voice and could just make Viggo out sitting on the floor against the side of the bed. Sean couldn’t see his face from this angle. He lingered in the middle of the room unsure of whether he was wanted there, but when Viggo didn’t move Sean walked to the side of the bed and silently sat on the floor beside him. Neither man spoke or looked at the other.
After several minutes Viggo asked, “Why are you here Sean?”
Sean turned to look at Viggo, but Viggo was still looking out the window, “I need to talk to you Vig.”
“I think you said it all before you left.” Viggo’s voice was a quiet monotone, but it stung Sean.
“I was scared Vig…you frightened the hell out of me…Fuck! I frightened the hell out of me.”
Sean paused and waited to see Viggo’s response, there wasn’t any. He continued staring out the window, but Sean could see the tension held in his face and body. Sean sighed, “I don’t know what to say Vig. I have never felt so confused in my whole bloody life…here I am Bean the lady’s man and movie tough guy getting jealous over a bloody little prat elf fucking my best mate.”
Sean stopped for a minute to calm himself then said, “I could have belted him when he hurt you Vig, I know you can look after yourself but…oh fuck, I don’t know…”
Sean couldn’t make the words come out right. He felt frustrated, angry and scared as he sat running his hand through his hair.
Viggo spoke quietly, “I reacted badly over Orlando. My pride was hurt more than anything else, but…You hurt me Sean. I’m sorry I pushed you to do something you didn’t want,” Viggo took a deep breath before he could continue, “but…shit…I can’t do this Sean.”
“You didn’t push me Vig.” Sean admitted.
Viggo turned and looked at Sean for the first time, “I need you to go Sean, I can’t keep doing this.”
Sean felt a wave of panic hit him, “I had to work things out that’s all.”
“I can’t be your experiment Sean.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Sean answered quickly, “I just need you to understand why I have been such a bastard to you.” Sean’s hand reached down to close over Viggo’s.
Viggo looked at their entwined fingers, but couldn’t speak. He wanted to ask Sean exactly what he meant, but was afraid to hear the answer.
Sean saw his hesitation and said, “I have no idea how this is gonna work out, but I want to try…if you’ll let me?” Sean let go of Viggo’s hand and trailed his fingers down Viggo’s face until they caressed his neck.
Viggo closed his eyes briefly before whispering, “Only do this if you’re gonna stay.”
Sean smiled, “I’m not going anywhere this time.” And leant in to kiss Viggo.
The kiss was slow and deep as the two men explored each other with their tongues. Sean felt Viggo’s hands grasping his hair, holding him there, cutting off his escape path. Sean grinned into the kiss knowing he had no intention of stopping what he had started. Sean’s own hands began to roam down not sure where he wanted to touch Viggo, but knowing he needed to. As his hands brushed across the hair on Viggo’s stomach, Viggo pulled back from the kiss slightly breathless. He stilled Sean’s hands with the plea, “Please be sure Sean.”
Sean’s heart swelled at the look in Viggo’s eyes, he grinned at Viggo and replied, “I am so sure Vig, but haven’t a bloody clue what to do next.”
Viggo couldn’t resist smiling at Sean’s bewilderment, “Getting out of those clothes might be a good start.”
Sean got off the floor and pulled Viggo up after him. “Okay Vig, now you lie on the bed and look like a girl.” Viggo laughed, but knew Sean used humour sometimes when he was nervous…and Sean was terrified. He slid his hand cautiously up Sean’s thigh while his mouth moved to start kissing his throat. Viggo could feel Sean’s pulse racing.
They slowly peeled each other’s clothes off and crawled onto the bed. Viggo gently pushed Sean on his back and dragged his face down Sean’s cheek. He softly kissed the creases at the base of his neck and began to kiss and lick his way down Sean’s chest. Sean tangled his fingers in Viggo’s hair trying to anchor himself within the sensation of Viggo’s mouth and tongue now settling on his belly. Sean arched up when Viggo nipped at the light trail of hair leading down from his bellybutton. He gently pushed Viggo’s head further down until he felt his hot breath on his cock.
“Please Vig…” Sean moaned as Viggo rested the stubble of his cheek against Sean’s sensitised cock. Viggo locked eyes with Sean as he ran his tongue the full length of Sean’s shaft until he flicked it lightly over the head. Sean struggled to keep his eyes open as he watched Viggo’s lips slip around the head and slide languidly down. He had seen him do this before, but this time it was real. After watching Viggo’s mouth taking him in, Sean’s hips bucked involuntarily and he pulled Viggo’s hair hard to make him stop.
Viggo looked at him warily, but Sean smiled and ran his fingers across Viggo’s lips and said, “Sorry Vig, but I’m not gonna last two seconds if you keep that up.”
Viggo crawled up the bed until he was stretched along Sean’s body and asked, “What do you want Sean?”
Sean’s breathing quickened, he pressed his mouth against Viggo’s ear and exhaled, “I want to fuck you Vig.”
Viggo gripped Sean’s shoulders and groaned into his neck, “Are you sure you want this?”
“Very sure…but…um…you’ll have to tell me what to do.”
Viggo felt himself tremble slightly at Sean’s admission and pulled back just enough to look at him. He reached into the bedside drawer and fumbled around until he located the tube of lubricant and a condom. He smiled at the look of apprehension on Sean’s face as he squeezed some lubricant in Sean’s fingers. He lay back on the bed and opened his legs, “You need to…prepare me first. I don’t usually bottom so it’s been a while.”
Sean looked at him quizzically and then it dawned on him what Viggo meant, “You want me to stick my fingers in your arse?”
“Fuck! You are such a romantic Bean.” Viggo giggled, “I can do it if you don’t want to.”
“No I want to, I just don’t wanna hurt you.” Sean frowned.
“You won’t, just take it slow.” Viggo reassured him.
Viggo grinned at the concentration on Sean’s face as he carefully pushed his finger in. Viggo flinched slightly, but tried to relax because he knew Sean was freaked enough. Sean moved his finger gently and Viggo told him to add a second. It amazed Sean how vulnerable Viggo was like this and he watched as his eyelids fluttered shut. Sean carefully moved his fingers inside Viggo. He marvelled at the silky heat that surrounded his fingers and didn’t dare think about how this would feel around his cock or he was sure he would lose it then and there. Sean was not exactly sure what he was doing but took his cues from Viggo’s reactions and he knew he had it right when Viggo gripped his arm and groaned, “Oh God Sean…condom…I need you now.”
Sean withdrew his fingers and quickly rolled the condom on. Viggo squeezed more lube on Sean and pulled him down between his legs. Sean’s breathing was all ready ragged as Viggo wrapped his legs around Sean’s hips and tried to encourage him to take the next step. Sean pushed forward. He saw the slight crease of Viggo’s brow as Sean felt some initial resistance until his head breached the opening and he slid inside. Despite the desire to move, Sean remained still to allow Viggo to relax and to get himself under control. He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this... Viggo’s hand slid through his hair and he gently moved his face against Sean’s, “You okay Sean?”
“Oh yeah…just feels so good,” Sean grunted as he started to rock into him, “so good Vig.”
Viggo shifted his hips to get a better angle and moved in rhythm with Sean’s gentle thrusts. His hands traced the length of Sean’s back revelling in the smoothness of his skin. He scraped his fingernails across the small of Sean’s back and he cupped his buttocks to urge him deeper.
Sean struggled to keep his movements controlled, but when Viggo growled in his ear, “Fuck me hard Sean,” he knew he was lost. All he knew was the sensation of being totally enveloped by Viggo, his taste, his smell and the heat of his skin. He braced his arms on either side of Viggo’s head and began to thrust in fast and increasingly erratic movements. He was only vaguely aware of Viggo’s moans over his own groaning. Sean tried to keep his eyes open and focused on Viggo, but it became increasingly difficult to will his body to do anything other than feel.
Sean knew they were both close and balanced himself on one elbow so he could touch Viggo’s cock with the other. Viggo wrapped his hand around Sean’s and together they stroked him in jerky and unsteady movements. Sean felt Viggo begin to tremble as he arched and tensed around Sean. Viggo clutched at Sean’s hair with his free hand and pulled their faces together and breathlessly gasped Sean’s name. Sean felt Viggo’s come spill onto their hands and stomachs as he was overcome by the contraction of the muscles around him…and the sound of Viggo’s voice. He thrust hard into Viggo one last time before coming with a strangled cry.
Sean collapsed onto Viggo and heard the sudden exhalation of breath as his full weight hit. He apologized and rolled onto his side. Viggo was very quiet beside him, just watching. Sean leaned over Viggo and grabbed a couple of tissues off the nightstand. Without making eye contact he gently wiped Viggo’s stomach and then his own. He removed the condom and threw it into the small waste bin.
Finally Sean looked at Viggo. He saw uncertainty in his eyes. Sean smiled at him, brushed his sweaty hair back off his face and asked, “Did I do okay?”
Viggo laughed and pulled Sean into his arms, “You’ll do Bean…even if you are a bit old.”
“Shut up you fucker!” Sean exclaimed, but he was smiling and gently kissed Viggo’s collarbone.
Sean settled in Viggo’s arms with his head resting just under Viggo’s chin. He was still scared, but as he lay there and listened to Viggo quietly mumbling about nothing in particular he knew he wanted to take the risk. He thought about the promise he made to himself after divorce number three, no more of the ‘L’ word…but when Viggo drifted off to sleep mid sentence he grinned, sometimes there are promises that can’t be kept.
FIC: Sometimes 9 / 9
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SB/VM
ARCHIVE:
rugbytackling, more_than_mates, others please askWARNING: There is that NC17 rating again
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these people. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Sean struggles with confusion and conclusions.
BETA:
owlgrey thank you for reading and re-reading!Sean didn’t remember any of the drive home. He remembered the look on Viggo’s face when he had rejected him yet again, but the roads and traffic lights were a blur. Sean closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the headrest. He felt like the last week had been a roller coaster ride, one that made him well and truly sick. He couldn’t bring himself to think how Viggo must feel…not yet.
He hadn’t intended the night to end that way. He certainly hadn’t intended ending up naked and coming in his best friend’s hand. All he had wanted to do was sort some things out…now he couldn’t even think clearly what those things were. He knew one of them was Orlando, but that seemed unimportant now. Sean had been sure they were back together…but now…
When he heard Viggo moan his own name…bloody hell…it still bothered him. He knew who he was…he was the lad from Sheffield, who drank with his mates after a match and had a reputation with the ladies – not a good reputation, but at least one that reeked of testosterone. Yet the ‘possibility’ of Viggo shredded that self-knowledge and scared the shit out of him. At that moment Sean had ached to touch Viggo. He had felt small shivers at the feel of him under his fingers. There was genuine wonder when Viggo’s nipple hardened beneath his touch. Viggo hadn't moved to either encourage or stop him. He had kissed Viggo then. He tasted him. It was nothing like kissing a woman, there was a different power behind that kiss…yet Viggo was passive under his touch… allowing Sean to explore, giving him permission.
Sean opened his eyes and stared into the dark through the windscreen. The realization hit him; he had made the initial move on Viggo tonight, he had kissed and touched and he had led him to the bedroom. “Shit!” Sean cursed as he hit the steering wheel. He had started it, he had wanted it…it was only when they reached the bedroom and Viggo saw Sean’s nervousness that Viggo had taken the lead. Viggo hadn’t pushed him, he had gently moved Sean’s hands and body to provide them both with pleasure. Sean moaned slightly as the image of Viggo’s body fluttered through his thoughts. He had never…never…been aroused by the sight of a male body before. He loved the softness of women – not the anorexic model types, but real women with flesh and curves. But as he had watched Viggo slowly stroke his cock Sean had felt his knees start to buckle.
“Oh God,” Sean groaned as he relived the way they kissed…the urgency in their touches and felt his cock stir, “Bloody hell Bean, you can’t even think about him…”
Sean’s fingers pulled at his shirt where it stuck to his belly with a combination of his and Viggo’s come. He hadn’t even wiped himself off he had left so quickly. Sean’s stomach twisted and hurt when he thought about the way he had left Viggo.
“Shit,” Sean murmured, “I can’t even blame the elf this time.”
Sean knew that Viggo didn’t do anything Sean didn’t want – and Sean had wanted. It was a long time since he had experienced anything like that, the desperate need to touch and be touched by someone. But it was more than physical desire, he could live with that…maybe. Sean was afraid because his chest ached at the thought of Viggo…but he refused to use the ‘L’ word. He had promised himself that wouldn’t happen again after his latest divorce.
Sean sighed, he could still smell Viggo on his skin…a combination of sweat, come and… well, just Viggo.
It was only because he knew no-one could see him that Sean allowed the tears that had welled in his eyes to roll down his face. He had to admit that he had felt this way for a while, but just kept making excuses for himself; he was drunk, he was pissed off at Orlando (again), he hadn’t got his leg over for a while… They were all true, but they were not the real reason.
Sean hated the way he had left things, the way he had left Viggo. He knew he had been kidding himself and he had to make a decision…this wasn’t fair on Viggo, he didn’t deserve this.
Also, Sean reasoned, that in the middle of a bloody film there was no way he could simply stay away from Viggo. One way or the other Sean had to make his mind up.
What were the options? Tell Viggo he was a mistake, a slip up in Sean’s otherwise straight existence…he had done that all ready and it was wrong. The other option was to go back to Viggo, own up to his feelings and the ‘wiggle’ in his sexuality. “Great choice,” Sean thought. One meant denial and hurting someone he cared about, the second…maybe he should just stay away from Viggo. Sean slammed his fist on the steering wheel again startling himself when he accidentally hit the horn. He knew he had to go back.
This time Sean noticed the traffic lights…every single bloody red light. The trip seemed to take ages and Sean could feel his panic rising with every intersection. Viggo had every right to throw him out and he knew it.
Sean walked into the darkened house and headed straight up the stairs to the bedroom. He felt sick with fear by the time he reached the door. He remembered standing hesitantly at this closed door only a couple of nights ago. Shit was it only a couple of nights? He knocked softly, but opened the door without waiting for a reply. He didn’t want to give Viggo the chance to tell him to piss off. Sean flexed his fingers releasing the fists he had subconsciously clenched and walked into the room. But he visibly sagged when he saw that the room was empty. Sean was suddenly overwhelmed by loneliness. He barely whispered, “Where have you gone now Vig?”
“I’m still here Sean,” came the quiet reply from the other side of the room.
Sean focused towards the voice and could just make Viggo out sitting on the floor against the side of the bed. Sean couldn’t see his face from this angle. He lingered in the middle of the room unsure of whether he was wanted there, but when Viggo didn’t move Sean walked to the side of the bed and silently sat on the floor beside him. Neither man spoke or looked at the other.
After several minutes Viggo asked, “Why are you here Sean?”
Sean turned to look at Viggo, but Viggo was still looking out the window, “I need to talk to you Vig.”
“I think you said it all before you left.” Viggo’s voice was a quiet monotone, but it stung Sean.
“I was scared Vig…you frightened the hell out of me…Fuck! I frightened the hell out of me.”
Sean paused and waited to see Viggo’s response, there wasn’t any. He continued staring out the window, but Sean could see the tension held in his face and body. Sean sighed, “I don’t know what to say Vig. I have never felt so confused in my whole bloody life…here I am Bean the lady’s man and movie tough guy getting jealous over a bloody little prat elf fucking my best mate.”
Sean stopped for a minute to calm himself then said, “I could have belted him when he hurt you Vig, I know you can look after yourself but…oh fuck, I don’t know…”
Sean couldn’t make the words come out right. He felt frustrated, angry and scared as he sat running his hand through his hair.
Viggo spoke quietly, “I reacted badly over Orlando. My pride was hurt more than anything else, but…You hurt me Sean. I’m sorry I pushed you to do something you didn’t want,” Viggo took a deep breath before he could continue, “but…shit…I can’t do this Sean.”
“You didn’t push me Vig.” Sean admitted.
Viggo turned and looked at Sean for the first time, “I need you to go Sean, I can’t keep doing this.”
Sean felt a wave of panic hit him, “I had to work things out that’s all.”
“I can’t be your experiment Sean.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Sean answered quickly, “I just need you to understand why I have been such a bastard to you.” Sean’s hand reached down to close over Viggo’s.
Viggo looked at their entwined fingers, but couldn’t speak. He wanted to ask Sean exactly what he meant, but was afraid to hear the answer.
Sean saw his hesitation and said, “I have no idea how this is gonna work out, but I want to try…if you’ll let me?” Sean let go of Viggo’s hand and trailed his fingers down Viggo’s face until they caressed his neck.
Viggo closed his eyes briefly before whispering, “Only do this if you’re gonna stay.”
Sean smiled, “I’m not going anywhere this time.” And leant in to kiss Viggo.
The kiss was slow and deep as the two men explored each other with their tongues. Sean felt Viggo’s hands grasping his hair, holding him there, cutting off his escape path. Sean grinned into the kiss knowing he had no intention of stopping what he had started. Sean’s own hands began to roam down not sure where he wanted to touch Viggo, but knowing he needed to. As his hands brushed across the hair on Viggo’s stomach, Viggo pulled back from the kiss slightly breathless. He stilled Sean’s hands with the plea, “Please be sure Sean.”
Sean’s heart swelled at the look in Viggo’s eyes, he grinned at Viggo and replied, “I am so sure Vig, but haven’t a bloody clue what to do next.”
Viggo couldn’t resist smiling at Sean’s bewilderment, “Getting out of those clothes might be a good start.”
Sean got off the floor and pulled Viggo up after him. “Okay Vig, now you lie on the bed and look like a girl.” Viggo laughed, but knew Sean used humour sometimes when he was nervous…and Sean was terrified. He slid his hand cautiously up Sean’s thigh while his mouth moved to start kissing his throat. Viggo could feel Sean’s pulse racing.
They slowly peeled each other’s clothes off and crawled onto the bed. Viggo gently pushed Sean on his back and dragged his face down Sean’s cheek. He softly kissed the creases at the base of his neck and began to kiss and lick his way down Sean’s chest. Sean tangled his fingers in Viggo’s hair trying to anchor himself within the sensation of Viggo’s mouth and tongue now settling on his belly. Sean arched up when Viggo nipped at the light trail of hair leading down from his bellybutton. He gently pushed Viggo’s head further down until he felt his hot breath on his cock.
“Please Vig…” Sean moaned as Viggo rested the stubble of his cheek against Sean’s sensitised cock. Viggo locked eyes with Sean as he ran his tongue the full length of Sean’s shaft until he flicked it lightly over the head. Sean struggled to keep his eyes open as he watched Viggo’s lips slip around the head and slide languidly down. He had seen him do this before, but this time it was real. After watching Viggo’s mouth taking him in, Sean’s hips bucked involuntarily and he pulled Viggo’s hair hard to make him stop.
Viggo looked at him warily, but Sean smiled and ran his fingers across Viggo’s lips and said, “Sorry Vig, but I’m not gonna last two seconds if you keep that up.”
Viggo crawled up the bed until he was stretched along Sean’s body and asked, “What do you want Sean?”
Sean’s breathing quickened, he pressed his mouth against Viggo’s ear and exhaled, “I want to fuck you Vig.”
Viggo gripped Sean’s shoulders and groaned into his neck, “Are you sure you want this?”
“Very sure…but…um…you’ll have to tell me what to do.”
Viggo felt himself tremble slightly at Sean’s admission and pulled back just enough to look at him. He reached into the bedside drawer and fumbled around until he located the tube of lubricant and a condom. He smiled at the look of apprehension on Sean’s face as he squeezed some lubricant in Sean’s fingers. He lay back on the bed and opened his legs, “You need to…prepare me first. I don’t usually bottom so it’s been a while.”
Sean looked at him quizzically and then it dawned on him what Viggo meant, “You want me to stick my fingers in your arse?”
“Fuck! You are such a romantic Bean.” Viggo giggled, “I can do it if you don’t want to.”
“No I want to, I just don’t wanna hurt you.” Sean frowned.
“You won’t, just take it slow.” Viggo reassured him.
Viggo grinned at the concentration on Sean’s face as he carefully pushed his finger in. Viggo flinched slightly, but tried to relax because he knew Sean was freaked enough. Sean moved his finger gently and Viggo told him to add a second. It amazed Sean how vulnerable Viggo was like this and he watched as his eyelids fluttered shut. Sean carefully moved his fingers inside Viggo. He marvelled at the silky heat that surrounded his fingers and didn’t dare think about how this would feel around his cock or he was sure he would lose it then and there. Sean was not exactly sure what he was doing but took his cues from Viggo’s reactions and he knew he had it right when Viggo gripped his arm and groaned, “Oh God Sean…condom…I need you now.”
Sean withdrew his fingers and quickly rolled the condom on. Viggo squeezed more lube on Sean and pulled him down between his legs. Sean’s breathing was all ready ragged as Viggo wrapped his legs around Sean’s hips and tried to encourage him to take the next step. Sean pushed forward. He saw the slight crease of Viggo’s brow as Sean felt some initial resistance until his head breached the opening and he slid inside. Despite the desire to move, Sean remained still to allow Viggo to relax and to get himself under control. He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this... Viggo’s hand slid through his hair and he gently moved his face against Sean’s, “You okay Sean?”
“Oh yeah…just feels so good,” Sean grunted as he started to rock into him, “so good Vig.”
Viggo shifted his hips to get a better angle and moved in rhythm with Sean’s gentle thrusts. His hands traced the length of Sean’s back revelling in the smoothness of his skin. He scraped his fingernails across the small of Sean’s back and he cupped his buttocks to urge him deeper.
Sean struggled to keep his movements controlled, but when Viggo growled in his ear, “Fuck me hard Sean,” he knew he was lost. All he knew was the sensation of being totally enveloped by Viggo, his taste, his smell and the heat of his skin. He braced his arms on either side of Viggo’s head and began to thrust in fast and increasingly erratic movements. He was only vaguely aware of Viggo’s moans over his own groaning. Sean tried to keep his eyes open and focused on Viggo, but it became increasingly difficult to will his body to do anything other than feel.
Sean knew they were both close and balanced himself on one elbow so he could touch Viggo’s cock with the other. Viggo wrapped his hand around Sean’s and together they stroked him in jerky and unsteady movements. Sean felt Viggo begin to tremble as he arched and tensed around Sean. Viggo clutched at Sean’s hair with his free hand and pulled their faces together and breathlessly gasped Sean’s name. Sean felt Viggo’s come spill onto their hands and stomachs as he was overcome by the contraction of the muscles around him…and the sound of Viggo’s voice. He thrust hard into Viggo one last time before coming with a strangled cry.
Sean collapsed onto Viggo and heard the sudden exhalation of breath as his full weight hit. He apologized and rolled onto his side. Viggo was very quiet beside him, just watching. Sean leaned over Viggo and grabbed a couple of tissues off the nightstand. Without making eye contact he gently wiped Viggo’s stomach and then his own. He removed the condom and threw it into the small waste bin.
Finally Sean looked at Viggo. He saw uncertainty in his eyes. Sean smiled at him, brushed his sweaty hair back off his face and asked, “Did I do okay?”
Viggo laughed and pulled Sean into his arms, “You’ll do Bean…even if you are a bit old.”
“Shut up you fucker!” Sean exclaimed, but he was smiling and gently kissed Viggo’s collarbone.
Sean settled in Viggo’s arms with his head resting just under Viggo’s chin. He was still scared, but as he lay there and listened to Viggo quietly mumbling about nothing in particular he knew he wanted to take the risk. He thought about the promise he made to himself after divorce number three, no more of the ‘L’ word…but when Viggo drifted off to sleep mid sentence he grinned, sometimes there are promises that can’t be kept.
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Date: 2004-02-13 08:32 am (UTC)I'm not an active part of this community, just a beta and a voyeur reading stories, but this was a great start to your series career. May there be many more!
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Date: 2004-02-13 09:03 am (UTC)As for many more... you know how I am struggling with the new one!!!!'
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Date: 2004-02-13 09:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-13 08:50 am (UTC)Thank you.
BTW, what means ‘L’ word?
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Date: 2004-02-13 09:01 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-13 09:29 am (UTC)Thanks again.
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Date: 2004-02-14 07:48 am (UTC)Just happy you enjoyed it! :)
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Date: 2004-02-13 10:23 am (UTC)…but when Viggo drifted off to sleep mid sentence he grinned, sometimes there are promises that can't be kept.
*sighs happily* Thanx, couldn't have dealt with a not-happy-ending, 'cause I'm a sucker for sap. Really enjoyed this, keep going! :o)
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Date: 2004-02-14 07:50 am (UTC)Thank you for your feedback and glad you enjoyed it!
yehey!
Date: 2004-02-13 12:19 pm (UTC)Sean struggled to keep his movements controlled, but when Viggo growled in his ear, “Fuck me hard Sean,” he knew he was lost.
and it was good, wasn't it, Vigoo??
muse!viggo: damn yeah!
that was really nice! i'm happy that they're happy together!!! weeeeeeee!!!!! and thank god Sean had realize his mistake...
:)
post another one!!! keep on writng, ok??? I want to read more!!!! requests for a sequel
oh yeah, can i add you in my friends list? thanks!
FOR GONDOR!!!
peace out!
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Date: 2004-02-14 07:53 am (UTC)Of course you can friend me - in fact I would love it!
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Date: 2004-02-14 09:32 am (UTC)it would be better if you do it the morning after... :) and a morning sex with that
i've already added you to my friends list!! :)
FOR GONDOR!!!
peaceout!
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Date: 2004-02-13 01:47 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-14 07:57 am (UTC)Thank you for your kind words, I really appreciate it! Am still tempted for Sean to have a 'chat' with the elf...;)