The Public Seduction of Sean, Pt. 3/3
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rugbytackleStory line: Sean sees Viggo in a new movie role and comes away with more than he bargained for
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sean B / Viggo
Part: 3rd part in the story. Sean's been tormented by Viggo's love scene, then dinner, now onto dessert, 3/3
Disclaimer: Don't know them, didn't happen, no harm intended, no money made
Feedback: Always appreciated
*******
From the end of Part 2---
He almost screamed when Viggo suddenly rose and announced in a happy, cheery voice "Dessert!" Mild protestations arose from the rest of the group but it was just for show. No one ever turned down food at Viggo's, strange South American beverages- yes, but food, never. Sean was pretending he would have time to recover his balance when he heard the words of impending doom. " Strawberry shortcake and real whipped cream!"
For a few precious minutes, Sean tried to join in on the other conversations around the table, even managing what seemed to be coherent responses to questions about when his current filming was going to end. He decided he'd done alright when Viggo returned bearing a tray of fresh baked shortcakes loaded with ripe strawberries in a ruby red sauce and a giant bowl filled with snowy white whipped cream. "Ooohh's" and "Aaahhh's" filled the air and Dom led a round of applause as Vig self-mockingly bowed and responded in French with a silly voice. Delighted ummm's soon rang over the table as everyone greedily dug in as if they hadn't eaten in months.
Attempting to eat his own dessert, Sean was enslaved at the vision of Viggo's pink tongue darting and swirling along the mound of confection on his spoon. That spoon, as if possessed with a personal intent to drive Sean mad, would lovingly enter the rounded pucker of Viggo's mouth then withdraw in reluctance, back in, out, again as his flushed cheeks hollowed, lips turning crimson from the stain of the berries. His tongue would slip out to catch stray crumbs or cream as he would pause to smile down the table at someone else. Sean felt every stroke was applied directly to his own lips and he caught himself right before he swooped in to swallow that wicked tongue into himself.
Sound intruded into his trance when that laughing face teased him "so who's the piglet now, hmm?" and a rough worn finger slipped along his upper lip burning a trail as it captured a stray dab of cream lurking there. He watched mesmerized as that finger was met by an impudent tongue that danced over it like a cat cleaning it's young. Someone calling to Viggo broke up the moment and Sean wildly gazed around the table to see if anyone else had noticed his beguilement. Silently yelling at his body to behave, he desperately wished he could run away, wank off, or at least take a freezing cold shower immediately. He vowed to not talk, sit, or stand anywhere near his mate for the rest of the night, but unseen forces conspired against him. Anywhere he stood, somehow Viggo would enclose him; anywhere he sat, he found Viggo's softly covered denim groin right at mouth level. Like a hunted animal, he finally went to ground, sitting with his back to the house wall and his feet near the pool. Just as he sighed in anxious relief at finding a safer spot, Viggo bent over nearby to pick up a glass and the candlelight slipped between his spread thighs and settled happily around the rounded contours within.
An overwhelming urge to throw the other man over his shoulder in a fireman's hold and haul him up to the nearest bed surged within Sean causing him to grip his seat with whitened knuckles. Ruthless, he would override any protest Vig might make. (How did I get to be wearing a pirate shirt? Bugger it!) In the bedroom, Viggo's pants would be off practically before his ass could bounce twice on the mattress. Those lean chestnut haired muscles revealed as Sean would grab him and bend him over, forcing him to present his rounded bum like a treasure that had to be opened right now. The whipped cream (what? oh yeh, definitely) would feel a bit chilly on that warm skin but Sean's tongue eagerly lapping would be enough to make everything sizzle. Viggo would be moaning and speaking Danish (no Spanish, no Danish, nonono Spanish, yeh Spanish) and demanding that Sean fuck him, fuck him now, fuck him so good. "Another beer or are you too zoned out?"
Huh? "Sean, another beer? You okay, you look kinda funny. Maybe it's just time to go to bed." Sean stared wild-eyed up at Viggo whose face wore a concerned frown. "Sean? You want to just crash here? Sean?" Nodding since he couldn't find his voice, he stared uncomprehendingly at Viggo's outstretched palm, waiting, inviting. On his feet, he made his way into the house and down the hall to the loo. Inside, he quickly ran the cold water to fill the basin and managed to avoid looking at himself in the mirror until after he had dunked his entire head twice. Hiding within a hand towel, he sneaked a glance to realize that he looked just the same. No sign of the devil, no cartoon caption proclaiming "insane", really no sign at all of his inner torment beyond feeling like he was going to get blue balls any second now as a result of the near permanent stiffy he'd had all night.
He continued staring as his inner conscience reared their little Seanie heads. 'Good' Sean started first. "Viggo's your best friend, your mate. He might get mad if you fuck him into the mattress. Might not like it. Might get angry. Well, mad is probably too strong, perhaps just a little upset." Christ! 'Good' Sean wasn't putting up a very good argument was he? Okayyyy. 'Naughty' Sean jumped right in with both boots, yelling like a rabid fan at a title footie match "ah geez, get over yourself. He'll love it. Been begging for it all night, yeh. Go for it, take him, flank him, score one for the home team!" Anxious now, he turned again to Good Sean who shyly stated "well, maybe he won't be so mad, if you offer to let HIM do the fucking. He'll be honored, he will! Not like you let just anybody back there, right? Yeh, he'll take it as a compliment like. Sure. Yeh, you know "boy dinner was incredible, care to have a go at me bum?" Just a polite thank you, really. it would be rude if you didn't offer. He might even be hurt if you don't." Shaking his head, thinking his lust had officially driven him as insane as Viggo was normally, he reluctantly left the security of the loo.
As he walked down the hallway, he heard muffled laughter from the front door where Elijah, Hannah, and Miranda were exiting. Just before he could call out to them he heard Miranda giggling "Ohmygod, Viggo really pulled out all the stops tonight! Poor Sean, he hasn't a prayer!" "Yeah, Vig warned us he was tired of dropping subtle hints. Said if Sean didn't do somethin' , Viggo's gonna jump his bones while he sleeps." "He's so cute, our Sean. Did you see his face when dessert came out?!" "Oh hell ya, thought he was going grab Vig right there and then!" Their voices trailed off as they left still giggling madly. They would have run in panic to see the steam build up in Sean's face like a cartoon kettle on the stove.
I don't fucking believe this! His eyes shot flames then cooled to artic ice. Without checking to see if anyone else was still there, he stalked his way to the kitchen. No one there. "VIGGO!" he bellowed. Listening intently, he heard a muted thump from the upstairs. Without a pause, he marched up the stairs, "VIGGO!". Another sound led him to the guest room. Slamming the door open, he glowered from the portal.
Viggo lay naked on the sage green sheets, dark grey eyes smoldering back, golden skin warmed by the glow of a table lamp, a sacrifice displayed on the bed. Momentarily taken aback, he slowed, then shifted to a laser focus, his fingers moving to deal with his own clothes with rapid precision, eyes stormy with rage stabbing into the impudent foam green eyes mocking him. "Turn your arse over!" Sean growled fiercely. A smirk grew as his demand was refused with a languid head shake.
His hands were now trembling, "roll your arse over now!" he roared. Instead the audaciousness grew, as Viggo spread his thighs and slid his feet up toward his ass, showcasing his erect penis bobbing against his flat tummy, his sacs hanging heavy, his cleft shadowy in the light. With a nearly silent scream of frustration, he grabbed one of those feet and pulled it over his shoulder. But his eyes must have signaled his intentions, because quick as lightening, Viggo had snaked both legs tightly around Sean's ribs, locking them into place behind his back.
The kettle blew and a crazy wrestling match broke out that ended with Sean winded and sweating in nearly the exact same position he had started in. To add injury to insult, he could see a bruise forming near his nipple where Viggo had clamped down to mark him. Howling in disbelief, he felt a sly lick of glee from his intended victim. "You bloody madman! What the hell where you doing? I should tear your head off, I should! Bloody cocktease you are! I'm going to paddle your bottom purple." A naughty grin accompanied the raspy voice "I might let you later." They stared at each other checking to see if their individual hopes really could form a shared dream. "I had all these plans for that damned whipped cream and now it's down in the kitchen" he grumbled not wanting to end this battle quite yet. "Convince me to go get it for you?" "Christ, the mouth on you!" A tongue flicked at him in response.
Nodding his head as the fuse was lit, he lowered to grab that nasty mouth and silence it but good. The heat engulfed him as he fell into the warmth of sweet cream, tart berries, and brandy and the underlying essence of Viggo within. More! Biting and nipping at Viggo's lower lip, thrusting his tongue hard against the other's. Their teeth clinked as he ravaged further, not satisfied yet, needing more, needing everything. His body ached and shuddered as his hips ground and rocked frantically against the wetness and silk and fur of Viggo's belly and pubic hair. He heard a shuddery cry and it sent him over the edge. With a force built up from the first viewing of the movie to this endless dinner, his balls tightened deliciously and he screamed silently as the spasms rocketed along his back, indescribable ecstasy zinging out to the tips of his fingers and toes. Vaguely he felt Viggo's own hot jism shoot against his steaming belly and the deep wordless groan.
Stunned he could only lay there sprawled over Viggo's equally spent body. He felt a vibration and recognized the chuffing laughter. "Well, that was a bit faster than I was hoping after 4 years. Good for you?" "Wanker!" "Hey, your hand was down there too!" Chuckling they rested their heads together sharing their breath for a moment. "God, you're heavy! Get off, we'll get cleaned up." "Shut it, I need a rest. I'm not moving." A short second wrestling match ensued. He felt those sharp teeth and lean cheeks working hard to bring another mark to life near his other nipple. "Hey watch it! Still got me film to finish!" "Baby! Turning into a priss just like the Elf!" More wrestling and growls erupted. Stopping to bring air into his lungs and reset for the next go, he suddenly realized that Viggo had managed to wrap himself around Sean's back. In fact, they were now in the exact position he had seen just one day ago in the movie.
He lost all his air as an impertinent and knowing hand expertly worked at his hardening shaft. Firm strokes and a wicked twist drew a moan with every motion. "Viggoooo! Fuck! Wait! I want to fuck you first. Hell, I deserve it after what you did to me!" "Next time love. Now shut up and open wide." Reeling with sensation, he wanted to argue more but, arggghh, a nail scratched perfectly behind his swaying balls. He swatted at Viggo's hip and nearly yelped when two lubed fingers forayed gently but definitely into his suddenly very needy puckered entrance. His back arched trying to increase the penetration and he bit his lip as those fingers stroked enticingly across his hidden gland. He could feel himself shaking but couldn't stop it and dropped his head to the pillow trying to support himself. "Ssshhh, it's okay. I've got you now" feathered across his spine as Sean whimpered and spread himself wider. A thicker hard probe began to nudge inside and he gritted his teeth, fighting to go slow, fighting to hold back his emotions. Relentless the pressure built and grew but never too much, just enough to make the hunger deep inside ache more for relief. Unable to take anymore, he rolled his hips and thrust back hard impaling himself deep on Viggo's cock.
"Seannn! Ohshitohshitohshit! Don't move! Wait! I need a second!" But he couldn't stop now, felt too good, felt so full. His hips moved helplessly and he felt Viggo pull back and thrust back again. He wanted to just move, just push and push until it would end, this madness that burned him inside and out. Viggo's strong hands pulled him upright, the motion driving Vig's cock deeper inside, sending a weak cry from his slack lips. Gently he felt his head turned to lay against the powerful shoulder behind it and Viggo's panting breath against his neck. "Look at us Sean. Look!" Lifting his eyes, he saw them in the closet mirror. Viggo around him, over him, in him. Sleek muscles gleaming in the light, the contrast of their skin and hair played out as if on film. "Uuuuhhhhh" mindless moans escaping as Viggo flexed and Sean saw the interplay of muscles then felt the corresponding stroking deep within. His mouth fell open again "ahhh, ohgodohgod". So decadent, so perfect. His own penis so rigid, thrusting out from his own belly, wet with precome, glistening through the calloused tan fingers, milky streaks from their first encounter still streaked on his skin. One movement feeding from one into the other, speaking a different language, one he hadn't known he could speak. Viggo's mouth tormented his neck and ear, sending shockwaves down to meet the fire fueled from below. He fought the ending but it was inevitable. Grabbing Viggo's hips hard, he demanded everything. With a helpless moan, Viggo bit down hard on the cord of his shoulder and it was too much. He fell and his boiling hot come erupted in endless release, spraying the bed and his belly. He sensed Viggo's last erratic thrust and soft wail accompanied the shuddery flush of hot seed deep inside him.
Bonelessly they sunk to the mattress, Sean feeling Viggo slip out of him as they lethargically stretched and curled to get comfortable, Viggo seemingly deciding that Sean made a very good pillow. He reached to give Vig a nuzzling kiss and was rewarded with a brilliant loving smile and turquoise blue eyes. "Yer eyes!" "Hmmm?" "They changed. Just like in the movie. They do change with sex. You cunt! You did fuck him!" Chuffing madly, Viggo kissed Sean on the tip of his outraged nose and rolled off onto the sheets. "No, you idiot, it's just lighting. Or shirt color, anything." Suspiciously, he peered back down at his easily smiling friend to see that his eyes were now a sea foam green.
"Oh. Well, I'm still mad at you anyway."
"Sean."
"I mean it, you're not getting out of that spanking."
"Hey, I thought you wanted to do the whipped cream thing?"
"After... your ass will need it to cool down."
"Sean!"
The End (at least for now)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sean B / Viggo
Part: 3rd part in the story. Sean's been tormented by Viggo's love scene, then dinner, now onto dessert, 3/3
Disclaimer: Don't know them, didn't happen, no harm intended, no money made
Feedback: Always appreciated
*******
From the end of Part 2---
He almost screamed when Viggo suddenly rose and announced in a happy, cheery voice "Dessert!" Mild protestations arose from the rest of the group but it was just for show. No one ever turned down food at Viggo's, strange South American beverages- yes, but food, never. Sean was pretending he would have time to recover his balance when he heard the words of impending doom. " Strawberry shortcake and real whipped cream!"
For a few precious minutes, Sean tried to join in on the other conversations around the table, even managing what seemed to be coherent responses to questions about when his current filming was going to end. He decided he'd done alright when Viggo returned bearing a tray of fresh baked shortcakes loaded with ripe strawberries in a ruby red sauce and a giant bowl filled with snowy white whipped cream. "Ooohh's" and "Aaahhh's" filled the air and Dom led a round of applause as Vig self-mockingly bowed and responded in French with a silly voice. Delighted ummm's soon rang over the table as everyone greedily dug in as if they hadn't eaten in months.
Attempting to eat his own dessert, Sean was enslaved at the vision of Viggo's pink tongue darting and swirling along the mound of confection on his spoon. That spoon, as if possessed with a personal intent to drive Sean mad, would lovingly enter the rounded pucker of Viggo's mouth then withdraw in reluctance, back in, out, again as his flushed cheeks hollowed, lips turning crimson from the stain of the berries. His tongue would slip out to catch stray crumbs or cream as he would pause to smile down the table at someone else. Sean felt every stroke was applied directly to his own lips and he caught himself right before he swooped in to swallow that wicked tongue into himself.
Sound intruded into his trance when that laughing face teased him "so who's the piglet now, hmm?" and a rough worn finger slipped along his upper lip burning a trail as it captured a stray dab of cream lurking there. He watched mesmerized as that finger was met by an impudent tongue that danced over it like a cat cleaning it's young. Someone calling to Viggo broke up the moment and Sean wildly gazed around the table to see if anyone else had noticed his beguilement. Silently yelling at his body to behave, he desperately wished he could run away, wank off, or at least take a freezing cold shower immediately. He vowed to not talk, sit, or stand anywhere near his mate for the rest of the night, but unseen forces conspired against him. Anywhere he stood, somehow Viggo would enclose him; anywhere he sat, he found Viggo's softly covered denim groin right at mouth level. Like a hunted animal, he finally went to ground, sitting with his back to the house wall and his feet near the pool. Just as he sighed in anxious relief at finding a safer spot, Viggo bent over nearby to pick up a glass and the candlelight slipped between his spread thighs and settled happily around the rounded contours within.
An overwhelming urge to throw the other man over his shoulder in a fireman's hold and haul him up to the nearest bed surged within Sean causing him to grip his seat with whitened knuckles. Ruthless, he would override any protest Vig might make. (How did I get to be wearing a pirate shirt? Bugger it!) In the bedroom, Viggo's pants would be off practically before his ass could bounce twice on the mattress. Those lean chestnut haired muscles revealed as Sean would grab him and bend him over, forcing him to present his rounded bum like a treasure that had to be opened right now. The whipped cream (what? oh yeh, definitely) would feel a bit chilly on that warm skin but Sean's tongue eagerly lapping would be enough to make everything sizzle. Viggo would be moaning and speaking Danish (no Spanish, no Danish, nonono Spanish, yeh Spanish) and demanding that Sean fuck him, fuck him now, fuck him so good. "Another beer or are you too zoned out?"
Huh? "Sean, another beer? You okay, you look kinda funny. Maybe it's just time to go to bed." Sean stared wild-eyed up at Viggo whose face wore a concerned frown. "Sean? You want to just crash here? Sean?" Nodding since he couldn't find his voice, he stared uncomprehendingly at Viggo's outstretched palm, waiting, inviting. On his feet, he made his way into the house and down the hall to the loo. Inside, he quickly ran the cold water to fill the basin and managed to avoid looking at himself in the mirror until after he had dunked his entire head twice. Hiding within a hand towel, he sneaked a glance to realize that he looked just the same. No sign of the devil, no cartoon caption proclaiming "insane", really no sign at all of his inner torment beyond feeling like he was going to get blue balls any second now as a result of the near permanent stiffy he'd had all night.
He continued staring as his inner conscience reared their little Seanie heads. 'Good' Sean started first. "Viggo's your best friend, your mate. He might get mad if you fuck him into the mattress. Might not like it. Might get angry. Well, mad is probably too strong, perhaps just a little upset." Christ! 'Good' Sean wasn't putting up a very good argument was he? Okayyyy. 'Naughty' Sean jumped right in with both boots, yelling like a rabid fan at a title footie match "ah geez, get over yourself. He'll love it. Been begging for it all night, yeh. Go for it, take him, flank him, score one for the home team!" Anxious now, he turned again to Good Sean who shyly stated "well, maybe he won't be so mad, if you offer to let HIM do the fucking. He'll be honored, he will! Not like you let just anybody back there, right? Yeh, he'll take it as a compliment like. Sure. Yeh, you know "boy dinner was incredible, care to have a go at me bum?" Just a polite thank you, really. it would be rude if you didn't offer. He might even be hurt if you don't." Shaking his head, thinking his lust had officially driven him as insane as Viggo was normally, he reluctantly left the security of the loo.
As he walked down the hallway, he heard muffled laughter from the front door where Elijah, Hannah, and Miranda were exiting. Just before he could call out to them he heard Miranda giggling "Ohmygod, Viggo really pulled out all the stops tonight! Poor Sean, he hasn't a prayer!" "Yeah, Vig warned us he was tired of dropping subtle hints. Said if Sean didn't do somethin' , Viggo's gonna jump his bones while he sleeps." "He's so cute, our Sean. Did you see his face when dessert came out?!" "Oh hell ya, thought he was going grab Vig right there and then!" Their voices trailed off as they left still giggling madly. They would have run in panic to see the steam build up in Sean's face like a cartoon kettle on the stove.
I don't fucking believe this! His eyes shot flames then cooled to artic ice. Without checking to see if anyone else was still there, he stalked his way to the kitchen. No one there. "VIGGO!" he bellowed. Listening intently, he heard a muted thump from the upstairs. Without a pause, he marched up the stairs, "VIGGO!". Another sound led him to the guest room. Slamming the door open, he glowered from the portal.
Viggo lay naked on the sage green sheets, dark grey eyes smoldering back, golden skin warmed by the glow of a table lamp, a sacrifice displayed on the bed. Momentarily taken aback, he slowed, then shifted to a laser focus, his fingers moving to deal with his own clothes with rapid precision, eyes stormy with rage stabbing into the impudent foam green eyes mocking him. "Turn your arse over!" Sean growled fiercely. A smirk grew as his demand was refused with a languid head shake.
His hands were now trembling, "roll your arse over now!" he roared. Instead the audaciousness grew, as Viggo spread his thighs and slid his feet up toward his ass, showcasing his erect penis bobbing against his flat tummy, his sacs hanging heavy, his cleft shadowy in the light. With a nearly silent scream of frustration, he grabbed one of those feet and pulled it over his shoulder. But his eyes must have signaled his intentions, because quick as lightening, Viggo had snaked both legs tightly around Sean's ribs, locking them into place behind his back.
The kettle blew and a crazy wrestling match broke out that ended with Sean winded and sweating in nearly the exact same position he had started in. To add injury to insult, he could see a bruise forming near his nipple where Viggo had clamped down to mark him. Howling in disbelief, he felt a sly lick of glee from his intended victim. "You bloody madman! What the hell where you doing? I should tear your head off, I should! Bloody cocktease you are! I'm going to paddle your bottom purple." A naughty grin accompanied the raspy voice "I might let you later." They stared at each other checking to see if their individual hopes really could form a shared dream. "I had all these plans for that damned whipped cream and now it's down in the kitchen" he grumbled not wanting to end this battle quite yet. "Convince me to go get it for you?" "Christ, the mouth on you!" A tongue flicked at him in response.
Nodding his head as the fuse was lit, he lowered to grab that nasty mouth and silence it but good. The heat engulfed him as he fell into the warmth of sweet cream, tart berries, and brandy and the underlying essence of Viggo within. More! Biting and nipping at Viggo's lower lip, thrusting his tongue hard against the other's. Their teeth clinked as he ravaged further, not satisfied yet, needing more, needing everything. His body ached and shuddered as his hips ground and rocked frantically against the wetness and silk and fur of Viggo's belly and pubic hair. He heard a shuddery cry and it sent him over the edge. With a force built up from the first viewing of the movie to this endless dinner, his balls tightened deliciously and he screamed silently as the spasms rocketed along his back, indescribable ecstasy zinging out to the tips of his fingers and toes. Vaguely he felt Viggo's own hot jism shoot against his steaming belly and the deep wordless groan.
Stunned he could only lay there sprawled over Viggo's equally spent body. He felt a vibration and recognized the chuffing laughter. "Well, that was a bit faster than I was hoping after 4 years. Good for you?" "Wanker!" "Hey, your hand was down there too!" Chuckling they rested their heads together sharing their breath for a moment. "God, you're heavy! Get off, we'll get cleaned up." "Shut it, I need a rest. I'm not moving." A short second wrestling match ensued. He felt those sharp teeth and lean cheeks working hard to bring another mark to life near his other nipple. "Hey watch it! Still got me film to finish!" "Baby! Turning into a priss just like the Elf!" More wrestling and growls erupted. Stopping to bring air into his lungs and reset for the next go, he suddenly realized that Viggo had managed to wrap himself around Sean's back. In fact, they were now in the exact position he had seen just one day ago in the movie.
He lost all his air as an impertinent and knowing hand expertly worked at his hardening shaft. Firm strokes and a wicked twist drew a moan with every motion. "Viggoooo! Fuck! Wait! I want to fuck you first. Hell, I deserve it after what you did to me!" "Next time love. Now shut up and open wide." Reeling with sensation, he wanted to argue more but, arggghh, a nail scratched perfectly behind his swaying balls. He swatted at Viggo's hip and nearly yelped when two lubed fingers forayed gently but definitely into his suddenly very needy puckered entrance. His back arched trying to increase the penetration and he bit his lip as those fingers stroked enticingly across his hidden gland. He could feel himself shaking but couldn't stop it and dropped his head to the pillow trying to support himself. "Ssshhh, it's okay. I've got you now" feathered across his spine as Sean whimpered and spread himself wider. A thicker hard probe began to nudge inside and he gritted his teeth, fighting to go slow, fighting to hold back his emotions. Relentless the pressure built and grew but never too much, just enough to make the hunger deep inside ache more for relief. Unable to take anymore, he rolled his hips and thrust back hard impaling himself deep on Viggo's cock.
"Seannn! Ohshitohshitohshit! Don't move! Wait! I need a second!" But he couldn't stop now, felt too good, felt so full. His hips moved helplessly and he felt Viggo pull back and thrust back again. He wanted to just move, just push and push until it would end, this madness that burned him inside and out. Viggo's strong hands pulled him upright, the motion driving Vig's cock deeper inside, sending a weak cry from his slack lips. Gently he felt his head turned to lay against the powerful shoulder behind it and Viggo's panting breath against his neck. "Look at us Sean. Look!" Lifting his eyes, he saw them in the closet mirror. Viggo around him, over him, in him. Sleek muscles gleaming in the light, the contrast of their skin and hair played out as if on film. "Uuuuhhhhh" mindless moans escaping as Viggo flexed and Sean saw the interplay of muscles then felt the corresponding stroking deep within. His mouth fell open again "ahhh, ohgodohgod". So decadent, so perfect. His own penis so rigid, thrusting out from his own belly, wet with precome, glistening through the calloused tan fingers, milky streaks from their first encounter still streaked on his skin. One movement feeding from one into the other, speaking a different language, one he hadn't known he could speak. Viggo's mouth tormented his neck and ear, sending shockwaves down to meet the fire fueled from below. He fought the ending but it was inevitable. Grabbing Viggo's hips hard, he demanded everything. With a helpless moan, Viggo bit down hard on the cord of his shoulder and it was too much. He fell and his boiling hot come erupted in endless release, spraying the bed and his belly. He sensed Viggo's last erratic thrust and soft wail accompanied the shuddery flush of hot seed deep inside him.
Bonelessly they sunk to the mattress, Sean feeling Viggo slip out of him as they lethargically stretched and curled to get comfortable, Viggo seemingly deciding that Sean made a very good pillow. He reached to give Vig a nuzzling kiss and was rewarded with a brilliant loving smile and turquoise blue eyes. "Yer eyes!" "Hmmm?" "They changed. Just like in the movie. They do change with sex. You cunt! You did fuck him!" Chuffing madly, Viggo kissed Sean on the tip of his outraged nose and rolled off onto the sheets. "No, you idiot, it's just lighting. Or shirt color, anything." Suspiciously, he peered back down at his easily smiling friend to see that his eyes were now a sea foam green.
"Oh. Well, I'm still mad at you anyway."
"Sean."
"I mean it, you're not getting out of that spanking."
"Hey, I thought you wanted to do the whipped cream thing?"
"After... your ass will need it to cool down."
"Sean!"
The End (at least for now)
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Date: 2004-06-03 09:31 pm (UTC)ROFLMAO! Oh, lordy! [laughchokesnicker] That's it, I lost it right there! I thought things had been a bit, ummm, much earlier, but getting all their friends in on it was way over the line. I'm with Sean, he definitely deserves that spanking. Or, ummm, maybe deserves to have it withheld...? Hard to tell. ;)
Poor Sean! He's probably going to come after YOU when he's done spanking Viggo! :D That was definitely cruel and unusual punishment. Oh, and his angel and devil consciences, beautiful! LOL!
I do like this Sean and Viggo. If you'd like to write more of them, please do feel free. [grin]
Angie
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Date: 2004-06-04 12:11 pm (UTC)I am personally in love with the idea that they (the LOTR cast) all care so much for each other and would not only know what's best but would jump both feet in to assist. (Well at least it makes fun fic)
*** much hugs for the notes ***
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Date: 2004-06-04 03:37 pm (UTC)Oh, I agree with you there. It's very fuzzy to think about, and it certainly makes a great fic device. [nod]
It just seems to me that when someone's been sexually tortured all afternoon and evening [grin] and has been feeling like crap not only because of what his Good Friend has been doing to him but also because it's been done in front of a bunch of other friends and he's feeling horribly embarassed on top of everything else, [pause for breath] and then he overhears his friends talking about how the whole damn thing was a set-up and his Good Friend knew exactly what he was doing and that his other friends knew what he was going through, that his desperate attempts to hide his little problem were all for nothing and that yes, they have indeed been laughing at him all day.... [pantpantgrin] Well, it just seems to me that someone in that circumstance would most definitely be justified in being more than just a little bit ticked off. :)
This is not in any way a complaint, by the way. I think it's a great fic, wonderfully funny, and I enjoyed all three parts from beginning to end. I just sympathize a good deal with Sean, and agree with what I imagine he'd think himself, that Viggo at least -- if not everyone who was at the party -- needs a good thwapping. [rueful smile] Although I'm sure Viggo can convince him that the ends justified the means if he works hard enough at it for the rest of the night. [hum]
Thanks for writing this; as I think I said before, I definitely wouldn't mind seeing a sequel or three. :D
Angie
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Date: 2004-06-04 04:12 am (UTC)They are too cute!!
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Date: 2004-06-04 02:51 pm (UTC)Love your icon
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