Seeing Sean - Chapter Two
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FIC: Seeing Sean 2/2
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SB/VM
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WARNING: Language, adult concepts.
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Viggo took a few seconds to focus his gaze on Sean, he was sure this must be part of an alcoholic delirium and Sean would fade as soon as he really woke up. But Sean stayed in front of him.
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Time to either stop … or wake him up.
Sean leaned closer and gently brushed his lips against Viggo’s. Viggo gave an irritated grunt, the sort you make when you are starting to wake up, don’t want to, but know there is no way to stop it happening. He pulled back to watch Viggo’s eyes flutter open. His heart was hammering so hard in his chest he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. Viggo took a few seconds to focus his gaze on Sean, he was sure this must be part of an alcoholic delirium and Sean would fade as soon as he really woke up. But Sean stayed in front of him.
“Sean?” Viggo whispered.
“Yeah, it’s me Vig.” Sean replied quietly.
“What … why …?” Viggo struggled to know what to ask, his brain too clouded with sleep and whisky to have this make sense. Sean didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, but gently wrapped an arm around Viggo’s waist and pressed in close. In the half-light of the room Sean could just make out the confusion in his eyes as he tried to clear his head. He tried to smile at Viggo to reassure him, but faltered as he felt Viggo’s fingers tentatively glide from his temple to jaw-line. The touch sent a shiver throughout his entire body and he pushed his hips harder against Viggo’s.
“Fucking Hell Mortensen are you gonna kiss me or just keep staring?” Sean groaned.
“Why now Sean?” Viggo asked sliding his hand into Sean’s hair.
Unwilling to answer Viggo’s question Sean leaned into his touch and growled, “Enough talk.”
Viggo stopped his caress and looked at Sean for what seemed like an age. Sean wondered just what Viggo was seeing when he looked at him like that. He squirmed slightly under Viggo’s gaze and began to doubt his decision. Then all thought was dispelled when he felt Viggo’s hand drag through his hair until it cupped the back of his head pulling him into a kiss.
Sean’s head began to spin when Viggo’s tongue gently parted his lips and entered his mouth. He had never tasted Viggo before … He knew that he had decided to do this because he cared about his friend, was worried about him… He knew he would spend the night in Viggo’s bed, they would get each other off, it would just be sex and they would remain friends who had more than the occasional chats over dinner… It was a plan, formulated in a whisky glass and not well thought out, but a plan. However, now Sean began to panic because he recognised that his emotions were not sticking to the plan!
The heat of Viggo’s mouth over his and the caress of his tongue quickly eradicated any attempt at reasoned thought. Instead Sean grasped blindly at Viggo’s hair unsure whether he was trying to pull him closer or away.
Viggo broke the contact and again looked at Sean.
“I hate that fucking haircut,” was all Sean managed to say covering up his sudden insecurity before Viggo grinned and lowered his mouth to Sean’s throat.
Sean closed his eyes and stretched trying to relieve some of the tension building in his body as Viggo sucked lightly on his collarbone. Sean lay back and pressed his forearm across his eyes and clenched his fist … this wasn’t how it was supposed to be! He was meant to be doing this for Viggo … the one controlling the situation. Sean’s head was swimming and the numbness brought on by alcohol made him feel dislocated from his own body. However, when Sean felt the heat of Viggo’s palm radiate across his belly he gave an involuntary shudder and grabbed at Viggo’s arm. He didn’t mean him to stop, but Sean was suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of Viggo’s touch.
Viggo’s lips stilled on his skin. Sean could feel Viggo’s breath against his neck, he knew the question was coming again, “Why … now … Sean?”
Sean squeezed his eyes together even though they were still hidden by his arm. When he didn’t answer he felt Viggo move away.
Sean knew he couldn’t lie to Viggo, in fact he couldn’t do this at all without honesty right from the start.
“I read your journal Vig.” Sean whispered. He mentally braced himself, but there was no sound or movement from the other side of the bed. “I’m sorry Vig… I didn’t mean to …”
Still nothing.
A wave of nausea passed through Sean as he slowly moved his arm from his face. Viggo was sitting looking toward the bottom of the bed avoiding Sean’s eyes. Sean pulled himself up, reached out to touch Viggo’s arm, but stopped before he made contact. Viggo looked at another point in the room. He went to say something, stopped, took a breath and then looked directly at Sean. “Is this a pity fuck Sean?” he asked in a deceptively calm voice.
“No!” Sean shouted and then, taking Viggo’s face in his hands, added more quietly, “No.” He rested his forehead against Viggo’s and sighed, “I didn’t know how to feel when I read it. I wanted to tell you it was okay, we could do this and still be friends.” Sean felt Viggo tense and knew he had to keep talking, “Then I touched you and you touched me … and fucking hell Vig, I want more!”
Viggo exhaled a sigh, twisted slightly in Sean’s grip and tilted his head enough so that their lips touched briefly. He lay back on the bed his eyes never leaving Sean’s and said, “Then let me feel your hands tonight Sean.”
Sean felt his stomach somersault as he leaned back on one elbow and stretched his hand across the space between them until it rested on Viggo’s hip. He kept his touch light, fingers like feathers tickling and teasing as they spidered across the warm skin of Viggo’s belly before tracing down the trail of hair. Viggo’s moan was barely audible as he spread his legs to allow Sean better access. Sean’s touch became more confident and he pushed his fingers through the dark hair enjoying the reactions it was causing. He felt a sudden heat rush through him as he watched Viggo squirm slightly under his touch, “Why the Hell didn’t I do this sooner?”
Sean felt urgent fingers grip his shoulder as Viggo’s eyes closed and he groaned, “More Sean … please.” Sean removed his hand and grinned, then lightly ran the edge of his fingernail from base to head along the underside of Viggo’s cock. Sean chuckled when Viggo’s hips arched off the bed and then laughed at the accompanying string of expletives.
Suddenly Sean felt at ease with the situation, still chuckling he reached over to cup Viggo’s face in his hand and leant in to kiss him. It wasn’t his most passionate kiss because he couldn’t quite stop grinning.
Viggo gently pulled back from the kiss, frowned slightly, but chuckled, “What?”
Sean just shook his head, “Dunno, just feels … oh fuck, I don’t know … feels good?”
“Just how drunk are you, Bean?” Viggo asked with a matching grin.
“I think I am more fucking sober now than I have been in a very long time!” Sean said with an expression mixing mirth with total incredulity.
This time Viggo laughed and gripped Sean’s hair pulling him back into the kiss as he lay down onto the bed. Sean’s lips moved from Viggo’s mouth to bite gently on his earlobe. It flitted briefly through his mind how many times he had seen Viggo tugging on this earlobe when he was nervous. “Comfort zone or erogenous zone,” Sean pondered before taking it between his lips
“Oh fuck!” Viggo gasped caught between the suction on his ear and the hand that had just curled around his cock.
Sean’s own body ached to be touched and his cock felt heavy between his legs as he kneeled over Viggo’s body. He let Viggo’s earlobe slip from his mouth and passed his tongue over his lips looking down into Viggo’s eyes.
Viggo met his look and growled, “Fuck me Sean.”
Sean felt his breath catch in his lungs, he held that gaze for a long time before saying, “Not tonight Vig.” He saw a brief flicker of hurt pass through Viggo’s eyes before he leaned forward, rubbed his nose gently against Viggo cheek and whispered, “Tonight you’re gonna fuck me.”
Viggo couldn’t stop the small noise that escaped his throat at the image that instantly conjured. He gripped Sean’s shoulders with both hands and managed to push him off and flip him onto his back. The action both surprised and winded Sean.
“Eager are we?” he managed to laugh even though Viggo was leaning heavily across him and rummaging in the nightstand drawer.
“I have waited too fucking long for this Sean!” he replied as he found what he was looking for, placed the tube on the bed and ripped open the condom packet.
Despite the fact Sean felt like he was going to spontaneously combust if he didn’t come very soon, he couldn’t stop grinning at Viggo as he asked, “How do you want me Vig?”
Viggo groaned and murmured, “Maybe you should have read more of my journal?” and then added with a slight push of his hips, “Roll on to your side”.
Sean did as he was told although he wondered why Viggo didn’t want to fuck him face to face. It didn’t take long to figure that one out, however, because even in the darkened room he could see himself reflected in the mirror on the cupboard door. Sean was taken aback by the sheer decadence of the scene and some strange sense of modesty made him put his hand down to cover his cock. He watched as Viggo gently, but firmly lifted his hand and pulled it back out of the way, fully exposing him to Viggo’s gaze.
Viggo began to bite and lick Sean’s shoulder never taking his eyes off the mirror. Sean tilted his head slightly to give himself a better view of Viggo’s ministrations, hissing when he felt the chill of Viggo’s lubricated finger slide inside him. Viggo stilled his mouth and just watched Sean as he moved his finger and then fingers in and out, pushing deeper with each inward movement. In the darkened mirror Viggo could just make out the subtle movement of Sean’s hips as he pushed back onto his fingers.
“I’m gonna watch you come Sean,” Viggo breathed as he slid his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his cock. Sean gasped at both the words and the feel of Viggo pushing in behind him.
Both men watched each other as Viggo entered Sean, neither made a sound until Viggo was buried deep. Only then could Sean moan, “Fuckin’ Hell Vig, I’m not gonna last long”.
Viggo just continued to watch him as he drew out and thrust in as deeply as he could. This time both men grunted, but kept their eyes on each other. Viggo started up a steady rhythm of slow deep thrusts that Sean matched while reaching back to claw his fingers along Viggo’s thigh. Both men were panting, their breathing becoming ragged. Sean watched Viggo’s hand leave his hip and press up against his cock before wrapping his fingers around the shaft. Sean let out a strangled cry rocking his hips between Viggo’s thrusts and the tight slide of his hand.
Viggo bit his bottom lip hard forcing himself to focus on the scene in front of him … Sean sweating and straining under his touch. “So beautiful,” Viggo panted, “look Sean … so beautiful.” Sean did look and was overtaken by the image of his own body writhing in unison with Viggo’s, “Oh fuck… yes!” was all he managed to choke out before coming hard in Viggo’s hand. Viggo watched Sean coming at the sight of them … he saw the moment Sean could no longer keep his eyes open and saw the pearly jets of come splash over his hand and Sean’s stomach.
Viggo saw all this before his eyes squeezed shut and, with a final thrust, came inside Sean, his Sean.
FIC: Seeing Sean 2/2
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SB/VM
ARCHIVE:
rugbytackle, OEAM.WARNING: Language, adult concepts.
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Viggo took a few seconds to focus his gaze on Sean, he was sure this must be part of an alcoholic delirium and Sean would fade as soon as he really woke up. But Sean stayed in front of him.
BETA:
owlgrey - don't know what I would do without you?!!Time to either stop … or wake him up.
Sean leaned closer and gently brushed his lips against Viggo’s. Viggo gave an irritated grunt, the sort you make when you are starting to wake up, don’t want to, but know there is no way to stop it happening. He pulled back to watch Viggo’s eyes flutter open. His heart was hammering so hard in his chest he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. Viggo took a few seconds to focus his gaze on Sean, he was sure this must be part of an alcoholic delirium and Sean would fade as soon as he really woke up. But Sean stayed in front of him.
“Sean?” Viggo whispered.
“Yeah, it’s me Vig.” Sean replied quietly.
“What … why …?” Viggo struggled to know what to ask, his brain too clouded with sleep and whisky to have this make sense. Sean didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, but gently wrapped an arm around Viggo’s waist and pressed in close. In the half-light of the room Sean could just make out the confusion in his eyes as he tried to clear his head. He tried to smile at Viggo to reassure him, but faltered as he felt Viggo’s fingers tentatively glide from his temple to jaw-line. The touch sent a shiver throughout his entire body and he pushed his hips harder against Viggo’s.
“Fucking Hell Mortensen are you gonna kiss me or just keep staring?” Sean groaned.
“Why now Sean?” Viggo asked sliding his hand into Sean’s hair.
Unwilling to answer Viggo’s question Sean leaned into his touch and growled, “Enough talk.”
Viggo stopped his caress and looked at Sean for what seemed like an age. Sean wondered just what Viggo was seeing when he looked at him like that. He squirmed slightly under Viggo’s gaze and began to doubt his decision. Then all thought was dispelled when he felt Viggo’s hand drag through his hair until it cupped the back of his head pulling him into a kiss.
Sean’s head began to spin when Viggo’s tongue gently parted his lips and entered his mouth. He had never tasted Viggo before … He knew that he had decided to do this because he cared about his friend, was worried about him… He knew he would spend the night in Viggo’s bed, they would get each other off, it would just be sex and they would remain friends who had more than the occasional chats over dinner… It was a plan, formulated in a whisky glass and not well thought out, but a plan. However, now Sean began to panic because he recognised that his emotions were not sticking to the plan!
The heat of Viggo’s mouth over his and the caress of his tongue quickly eradicated any attempt at reasoned thought. Instead Sean grasped blindly at Viggo’s hair unsure whether he was trying to pull him closer or away.
Viggo broke the contact and again looked at Sean.
“I hate that fucking haircut,” was all Sean managed to say covering up his sudden insecurity before Viggo grinned and lowered his mouth to Sean’s throat.
Sean closed his eyes and stretched trying to relieve some of the tension building in his body as Viggo sucked lightly on his collarbone. Sean lay back and pressed his forearm across his eyes and clenched his fist … this wasn’t how it was supposed to be! He was meant to be doing this for Viggo … the one controlling the situation. Sean’s head was swimming and the numbness brought on by alcohol made him feel dislocated from his own body. However, when Sean felt the heat of Viggo’s palm radiate across his belly he gave an involuntary shudder and grabbed at Viggo’s arm. He didn’t mean him to stop, but Sean was suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of Viggo’s touch.
Viggo’s lips stilled on his skin. Sean could feel Viggo’s breath against his neck, he knew the question was coming again, “Why … now … Sean?”
Sean squeezed his eyes together even though they were still hidden by his arm. When he didn’t answer he felt Viggo move away.
Sean knew he couldn’t lie to Viggo, in fact he couldn’t do this at all without honesty right from the start.
“I read your journal Vig.” Sean whispered. He mentally braced himself, but there was no sound or movement from the other side of the bed. “I’m sorry Vig… I didn’t mean to …”
Still nothing.
A wave of nausea passed through Sean as he slowly moved his arm from his face. Viggo was sitting looking toward the bottom of the bed avoiding Sean’s eyes. Sean pulled himself up, reached out to touch Viggo’s arm, but stopped before he made contact. Viggo looked at another point in the room. He went to say something, stopped, took a breath and then looked directly at Sean. “Is this a pity fuck Sean?” he asked in a deceptively calm voice.
“No!” Sean shouted and then, taking Viggo’s face in his hands, added more quietly, “No.” He rested his forehead against Viggo’s and sighed, “I didn’t know how to feel when I read it. I wanted to tell you it was okay, we could do this and still be friends.” Sean felt Viggo tense and knew he had to keep talking, “Then I touched you and you touched me … and fucking hell Vig, I want more!”
Viggo exhaled a sigh, twisted slightly in Sean’s grip and tilted his head enough so that their lips touched briefly. He lay back on the bed his eyes never leaving Sean’s and said, “Then let me feel your hands tonight Sean.”
Sean felt his stomach somersault as he leaned back on one elbow and stretched his hand across the space between them until it rested on Viggo’s hip. He kept his touch light, fingers like feathers tickling and teasing as they spidered across the warm skin of Viggo’s belly before tracing down the trail of hair. Viggo’s moan was barely audible as he spread his legs to allow Sean better access. Sean’s touch became more confident and he pushed his fingers through the dark hair enjoying the reactions it was causing. He felt a sudden heat rush through him as he watched Viggo squirm slightly under his touch, “Why the Hell didn’t I do this sooner?”
Sean felt urgent fingers grip his shoulder as Viggo’s eyes closed and he groaned, “More Sean … please.” Sean removed his hand and grinned, then lightly ran the edge of his fingernail from base to head along the underside of Viggo’s cock. Sean chuckled when Viggo’s hips arched off the bed and then laughed at the accompanying string of expletives.
Suddenly Sean felt at ease with the situation, still chuckling he reached over to cup Viggo’s face in his hand and leant in to kiss him. It wasn’t his most passionate kiss because he couldn’t quite stop grinning.
Viggo gently pulled back from the kiss, frowned slightly, but chuckled, “What?”
Sean just shook his head, “Dunno, just feels … oh fuck, I don’t know … feels good?”
“Just how drunk are you, Bean?” Viggo asked with a matching grin.
“I think I am more fucking sober now than I have been in a very long time!” Sean said with an expression mixing mirth with total incredulity.
This time Viggo laughed and gripped Sean’s hair pulling him back into the kiss as he lay down onto the bed. Sean’s lips moved from Viggo’s mouth to bite gently on his earlobe. It flitted briefly through his mind how many times he had seen Viggo tugging on this earlobe when he was nervous. “Comfort zone or erogenous zone,” Sean pondered before taking it between his lips
“Oh fuck!” Viggo gasped caught between the suction on his ear and the hand that had just curled around his cock.
Sean’s own body ached to be touched and his cock felt heavy between his legs as he kneeled over Viggo’s body. He let Viggo’s earlobe slip from his mouth and passed his tongue over his lips looking down into Viggo’s eyes.
Viggo met his look and growled, “Fuck me Sean.”
Sean felt his breath catch in his lungs, he held that gaze for a long time before saying, “Not tonight Vig.” He saw a brief flicker of hurt pass through Viggo’s eyes before he leaned forward, rubbed his nose gently against Viggo cheek and whispered, “Tonight you’re gonna fuck me.”
Viggo couldn’t stop the small noise that escaped his throat at the image that instantly conjured. He gripped Sean’s shoulders with both hands and managed to push him off and flip him onto his back. The action both surprised and winded Sean.
“Eager are we?” he managed to laugh even though Viggo was leaning heavily across him and rummaging in the nightstand drawer.
“I have waited too fucking long for this Sean!” he replied as he found what he was looking for, placed the tube on the bed and ripped open the condom packet.
Despite the fact Sean felt like he was going to spontaneously combust if he didn’t come very soon, he couldn’t stop grinning at Viggo as he asked, “How do you want me Vig?”
Viggo groaned and murmured, “Maybe you should have read more of my journal?” and then added with a slight push of his hips, “Roll on to your side”.
Sean did as he was told although he wondered why Viggo didn’t want to fuck him face to face. It didn’t take long to figure that one out, however, because even in the darkened room he could see himself reflected in the mirror on the cupboard door. Sean was taken aback by the sheer decadence of the scene and some strange sense of modesty made him put his hand down to cover his cock. He watched as Viggo gently, but firmly lifted his hand and pulled it back out of the way, fully exposing him to Viggo’s gaze.
Viggo began to bite and lick Sean’s shoulder never taking his eyes off the mirror. Sean tilted his head slightly to give himself a better view of Viggo’s ministrations, hissing when he felt the chill of Viggo’s lubricated finger slide inside him. Viggo stilled his mouth and just watched Sean as he moved his finger and then fingers in and out, pushing deeper with each inward movement. In the darkened mirror Viggo could just make out the subtle movement of Sean’s hips as he pushed back onto his fingers.
“I’m gonna watch you come Sean,” Viggo breathed as he slid his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his cock. Sean gasped at both the words and the feel of Viggo pushing in behind him.
Both men watched each other as Viggo entered Sean, neither made a sound until Viggo was buried deep. Only then could Sean moan, “Fuckin’ Hell Vig, I’m not gonna last long”.
Viggo just continued to watch him as he drew out and thrust in as deeply as he could. This time both men grunted, but kept their eyes on each other. Viggo started up a steady rhythm of slow deep thrusts that Sean matched while reaching back to claw his fingers along Viggo’s thigh. Both men were panting, their breathing becoming ragged. Sean watched Viggo’s hand leave his hip and press up against his cock before wrapping his fingers around the shaft. Sean let out a strangled cry rocking his hips between Viggo’s thrusts and the tight slide of his hand.
Viggo bit his bottom lip hard forcing himself to focus on the scene in front of him … Sean sweating and straining under his touch. “So beautiful,” Viggo panted, “look Sean … so beautiful.” Sean did look and was overtaken by the image of his own body writhing in unison with Viggo’s, “Oh fuck… yes!” was all he managed to choke out before coming hard in Viggo’s hand. Viggo watched Sean coming at the sight of them … he saw the moment Sean could no longer keep his eyes open and saw the pearly jets of come splash over his hand and Sean’s stomach.
Viggo saw all this before his eyes squeezed shut and, with a final thrust, came inside Sean, his Sean.
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Date: 2004-04-28 07:34 am (UTC)A clever one, is Viggo.
Maugh. *fans self* Deliciously hot, but with a side of sweetness.
Viggo saw all this before his eyes squeezed shut and, with a final thrust, came inside Sean, his Sean.
*happy sigh*
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Date: 2004-04-28 06:39 pm (UTC)Thank you for your feedback, I'm happy you enjoyed it!!
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Date: 2004-04-28 08:49 am (UTC)More, I hope? Please?
~Kris
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Date: 2004-04-28 06:43 pm (UTC)I have a bad habit of checking what has been posted while I am at work, bad bad me! But...I just can't help it!!
I am so glad you felt my fic worth the risk ;)
Hadn't planned more of this, but you never know where my VigBean muse may take me?
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Date: 2004-04-28 06:47 pm (UTC)I had the same problem as Ribby...I saw this was posted but knew I couldn't read it at work and DYING to...had to hurry home and fix dinner for everyone and then rushed in here to read!
Thanks for making my day!
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Date: 2004-05-01 06:10 am (UTC)So pleased you enjoyed it!!!
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Date: 2004-04-28 10:20 pm (UTC)I particularly liked this - Comfort zone or erogenous zone/ - I have often pondered that myself... Thanks for posting!
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Date: 2004-05-01 06:07 am (UTC)I have a bit of a fetish for Viggo's nervous body language - especially the 'ear tug' and neck rub! rowr!
:)
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Date: 2004-04-29 03:31 am (UTC)I really love the "Seeing Sean" imagery you have used in so many ways in this...very clever.
I so love your writing.
What would you do without me...there are a thousand and one answers to that question.