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rugbytackleJust a little VM/SB something.
This is dedicated to the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennandanica, my very first beta-reader whom I now officially adore.
::getting all teary-eyed and emotional for a bit::
Well, on with the show.
Title: Silk
Author: asynje
Disclaimer: I have no psychic powers but a rich inner life. This is all made up. I make no claims, money, or anything else. I merely get hot and bothered.
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: Still haven't figured it out. Any ideas ?
I'm a Dane - I'd probably rate it too low anyways *S*
Summary: Phones and silk.
Feedback: oh, yes please
Archive: just let me know
Note: this is dedicated to the wonderful, talented, and downright amazing jennandanica* who was kind enough to beta. All remaining flaws are mine (‘cause I am flawed – oh yes).
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Sean has just come in from the garden, faded jeans sticky after soil and sweat, when the phone rings. He considers letting it ring but the part of his brain that sounds suspiciously like his mother won’t let him. After all, it could be an emergency. Or – whispers the part of his brain that doesn’t sound anything like his mother – it could be Viggo.
It is Viggo and Sean settles down in the chair next to the phone. The line is better that it often is – Morocco is such a long way away – but he still has some trouble making out what Viggo is saying.
Lots of static and
“Have you been drinking?”
It seems a bit early for Viggo to sound tipsy but it is Friday night, so maybe they’ve gone for a beer or something.
Viggo has indeed been out, dining with some of the crew at a local restaurant. Quite the place apparently – lots of authentic atmosphere and belly dancing, and Sean feels a burning flash of jealousy - - you should be here with me, going places with me - - but suppresses it.
It’s not like they have that kind of relationship. He just misses him, that’s all.
The talks, the fun, the sex. Friendly like. That’s all.
So what if he gets a fluttering feeling in his stomach every time the phone rings?
It doesn’t mean a thing.
Viggo has begun describing the entertainment at the restaurant; his voice hoarse as if he’s been taxing it, talking too loudly, and Sean finds himself chuckling. Viggo tends to fixate on things, odd things, especially if he’s been in his cups and right now Sean is being treated to a very detailed description of the costume the belly dancer had been wearing, down to the last sequin.
“I am not all that interested in ladies lingerie, even if it’s sparkly.”
“Not underwear, Sean. Silk. Green. With sequins.” Viggo seems very determined to get this point across to Sean who is beginning to find it slightly disturbing that his lover is as focused on this as his girls would be.
“Yes, luv, I think we’ve established that, but why are you telling me this?“
“You’d look good in that.”
Viggo’s voice has suddenly changed, gotten husky and low, but the image is so ridiculous that Sean doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy laughing.
“You are out of your mind. I’m not putting on a sparkly bra, not even for you”.
“Not the bra, Sean.”
Viggo’s voice winds its way into Sean’s ear, deep and purring “Green silk. Heavy. Duty. Silk”
Sean exhales softly, suddenly not laughing anymore. Just breathes. Deeply. He knows what is coming. He leans back in the chair and lets one hand drift towards his crotch.
“Smooth, green, heavy silk, draped.”
Viggo’s voice is close to a whisper now, intimate in Sean’s ear.
“Across your chest.”
He fancies he can hear the rustling of Viggo’s pants as he sits somewhere, in a hotel room, sliding his hand inside. Sean’s hand mirrors Viggo’s and he begins to stroke himself.
“Between your legs.”
Sean looks down, his own hand grimy with earth, his cock heavy and glistening. Faded denim, not silk, but Viggo’s voice makes him imagine it, feel it. Soft and cool.
“I could tie you down with it”
Viggo’s beginning to sound distinctly breathless and he makes small noises between his words. Soft, wet noises. Sean picks up the pace a bit. He can feel his own breathing grow shallow, quick.
“You wouldn’t be able to get away. I could do anything to you. Anything I wanted. Anything.”
“What would you…” Sean’s voice trails off as he bites his lip, trying to keep control, not willing to let go just yet.
“I’d kiss you. Slikke dig. Taste you.”
Sean groans and leans further back in the chair, pushing up against his own hand. Trying to keep up with the tremble at the base of his cock.
“I’d turn you over. And then I’d fuck you with my tongue.”
Sean bucks and comes, cum mixing with the grime on his fingers, staining his jeans.
Through the haze he hears Viggo loose himself - gasps and broken sounds welling from him, ending with a sob. Then nothing but the static and the faint sound of Viggo breathing.
I wish you were here. Sean thinks it and then he says it. He doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s because it feels empty to sit alone in a chair, hand full of cooling liquid. Maybe it’s because Viggo is so quiet on the other end of the line.
A shaky breath. Then Viggo’s voice winds itself around Sean’s heart.
“If I had you tied down and could do anything to you – I’d love you.”
Sean closes his eyes and says: “Go to sleep Viggo.”
He waits for a heartbeat. And the words say themselves.
“I love you too.”
~~*~~ * ~ ~*~~
This is dedicated to the wonderful
jennandanica, my very first beta-reader whom I now officially adore. ::getting all teary-eyed and emotional for a bit::
Well, on with the show.
Title: Silk
Author: asynje
Disclaimer: I have no psychic powers but a rich inner life. This is all made up. I make no claims, money, or anything else. I merely get hot and bothered.
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: Still haven't figured it out. Any ideas ?
I'm a Dane - I'd probably rate it too low anyways *S*
Summary: Phones and silk.
Feedback: oh, yes please
Archive: just let me know
Note: this is dedicated to the wonderful, talented, and downright amazing jennandanica* who was kind enough to beta. All remaining flaws are mine (‘cause I am flawed – oh yes
~~*~~ * ~ ~*~~
Sean has just come in from the garden, faded jeans sticky after soil and sweat, when the phone rings. He considers letting it ring but the part of his brain that sounds suspiciously like his mother won’t let him. After all, it could be an emergency. Or – whispers the part of his brain that doesn’t sound anything like his mother – it could be Viggo.
It is Viggo and Sean settles down in the chair next to the phone. The line is better that it often is – Morocco is such a long way away – but he still has some trouble making out what Viggo is saying.
Lots of static and
“Have you been drinking?”
It seems a bit early for Viggo to sound tipsy but it is Friday night, so maybe they’ve gone for a beer or something.
Viggo has indeed been out, dining with some of the crew at a local restaurant. Quite the place apparently – lots of authentic atmosphere and belly dancing, and Sean feels a burning flash of jealousy - - you should be here with me, going places with me - - but suppresses it.
It’s not like they have that kind of relationship. He just misses him, that’s all.
The talks, the fun, the sex. Friendly like. That’s all.
So what if he gets a fluttering feeling in his stomach every time the phone rings?
It doesn’t mean a thing.
Viggo has begun describing the entertainment at the restaurant; his voice hoarse as if he’s been taxing it, talking too loudly, and Sean finds himself chuckling. Viggo tends to fixate on things, odd things, especially if he’s been in his cups and right now Sean is being treated to a very detailed description of the costume the belly dancer had been wearing, down to the last sequin.
“I am not all that interested in ladies lingerie, even if it’s sparkly.”
“Not underwear, Sean. Silk. Green. With sequins.” Viggo seems very determined to get this point across to Sean who is beginning to find it slightly disturbing that his lover is as focused on this as his girls would be.
“Yes, luv, I think we’ve established that, but why are you telling me this?“
“You’d look good in that.”
Viggo’s voice has suddenly changed, gotten husky and low, but the image is so ridiculous that Sean doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy laughing.
“You are out of your mind. I’m not putting on a sparkly bra, not even for you”.
“Not the bra, Sean.”
Viggo’s voice winds its way into Sean’s ear, deep and purring “Green silk. Heavy. Duty. Silk”
Sean exhales softly, suddenly not laughing anymore. Just breathes. Deeply. He knows what is coming. He leans back in the chair and lets one hand drift towards his crotch.
“Smooth, green, heavy silk, draped.”
Viggo’s voice is close to a whisper now, intimate in Sean’s ear.
“Across your chest.”
He fancies he can hear the rustling of Viggo’s pants as he sits somewhere, in a hotel room, sliding his hand inside. Sean’s hand mirrors Viggo’s and he begins to stroke himself.
“Between your legs.”
Sean looks down, his own hand grimy with earth, his cock heavy and glistening. Faded denim, not silk, but Viggo’s voice makes him imagine it, feel it. Soft and cool.
“I could tie you down with it”
Viggo’s beginning to sound distinctly breathless and he makes small noises between his words. Soft, wet noises. Sean picks up the pace a bit. He can feel his own breathing grow shallow, quick.
“You wouldn’t be able to get away. I could do anything to you. Anything I wanted. Anything.”
“What would you…” Sean’s voice trails off as he bites his lip, trying to keep control, not willing to let go just yet.
“I’d kiss you. Slikke dig. Taste you.”
Sean groans and leans further back in the chair, pushing up against his own hand. Trying to keep up with the tremble at the base of his cock.
“I’d turn you over. And then I’d fuck you with my tongue.”
Sean bucks and comes, cum mixing with the grime on his fingers, staining his jeans.
Through the haze he hears Viggo loose himself - gasps and broken sounds welling from him, ending with a sob. Then nothing but the static and the faint sound of Viggo breathing.
I wish you were here. Sean thinks it and then he says it. He doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s because it feels empty to sit alone in a chair, hand full of cooling liquid. Maybe it’s because Viggo is so quiet on the other end of the line.
A shaky breath. Then Viggo’s voice winds itself around Sean’s heart.
“If I had you tied down and could do anything to you – I’d love you.”
Sean closes his eyes and says: “Go to sleep Viggo.”
He waits for a heartbeat. And the words say themselves.
“I love you too.”
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Date: 2003-04-16 09:33 am (UTC)Love, absolutely love that first paragraph. And Sean missing Viggo and not allowing himself to acknowledge it. And the phone-sex. And the *swoon* Danish! And the silk. And "Then Viggo’s voice winds itself around Sean’s heart. “If I had you tied down and could do anything to you – I’d love you.”" And the phone-sex. *cough*
So sweet and so hot! Thank you for this--just what I needed! *loves* :)
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Date: 2003-04-16 12:42 pm (UTC)Heh heh, phone sex rocks.
really, it's all just because the "beyond NC-17"-images of my mind are impossible to capture and physical distance makes that fact less frustrating.
*S*
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Date: 2003-04-16 09:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 09:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 12:48 pm (UTC)The idea being that naked people are natural, violent death is not.
We're odd like that ;)
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Date: 2003-04-16 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 12:45 pm (UTC)The correct answer to "What was Viggo saying?" is
tadahhh
"lick you"
A very wet-sounding word, "slikke". Umm, wet.
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Date: 2003-04-16 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 10:07 am (UTC)hot phone sex. yum. full of lovely words and lovely images. esp this
A shaky breath. Then Viggo’s voice winds itself around Sean’s heart.
“If I had you tied down and could do anything to you – I’d love you.”
Sean closes his eyes and says: “Go to sleep Viggo.”
He waits for a heartbeat. And the words say themselves.
“I love you too.”
well done.
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Date: 2003-04-16 12:50 pm (UTC)Thank you.
And ... thank you.
I have to come up with something original but I am far too tired, so thank you again *S*
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Date: 2003-04-16 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 12:52 pm (UTC)::drools onto keyboard::
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Date: 2003-04-16 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 12:54 pm (UTC)We aim to please.
And with "we" I mean me.
;)
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Date: 2003-04-16 10:39 am (UTC)The image of Viggo tying up Sean in green silk just made me lose the power of speech.
This was perfect and far, FAR too hot for me to be reading right before class. I adore your phonesex!VigBean and I melt along with Sean every time Viggo speaks Danish. I want moooore!
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Date: 2003-04-16 12:57 pm (UTC)I'll try to come up with something with a little more Danish trown in. And perhaps some actual touching this time.Can't have the guys on the phone forever *S*
Thanks for liking.
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Date: 2003-04-16 11:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 12:59 pm (UTC)I'm glad yoy enjoyed *S*
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Date: 2003-04-16 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 11:00 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you liked the attempts at humour. I find it rather hard to nail at times, so I'm glad you thought it worked.
*S*
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Date: 2003-04-16 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-16 11:03 pm (UTC)Then again, I'd probably love any colour fabric if it was busy draping itself around Sean.
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Date: 2003-04-21 07:17 am (UTC)Oh my--hot, sweet, real (as in not too fluffy), just delicious!
And the image of Viggo tying Sean down with green silk!
*melts back onto the floor*
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Date: 2003-04-22 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-29 06:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-29 08:51 am (UTC)He should set up a live sex line if he ever decides to stop acting and needs to support his other activities ;)
I'd pay. *G*
I'm glad you liked the sap *S*