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rugbytackleHi there, first time posting, hope I this all the right way up.
Title = When Painting, Preparation is Everything!
Pairing = this is Rugbytackle, right?
Rating = NC 17
Warnings = umm, toy? No abuse of paintbrushes!
Summary = Someone didn't get their 'morning glory'
Beta = none, all my own errors and stuff
Feedback = if you want
Archive = feel free to add it wherever
Disclaimer = Never happened, made it all up, don't know 'em, being committed tomorrow. (have you heard the saying 'Tomorrow never comes'?)
Reaching over the back of the seat, Sean grabbed the bags of groceries and large tin of paint, and hauled them into his lap, grunting as the tin landed directly in his crotch. “Shit!” he grumbled, wincing.
Muttering to himself he pushed the door open into the kitchen, hefting the bags onto the bench, dropping the tin on the floor, and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
“Vig? I’m back, where are you?” he called out, walking through to the relatively dimly lit hallway. “Vig?” he called again. No response, so he returned to the kitchen and unpacked the bags, putting the shopping away and pulling a beer out of the fridge. Twisting the top off he tossed it into the trash, lifting the bottle to his lips and, swallowing in long gulps, emptied half the contents down his parched throat.
“My, what a lovely sight,” came a voice from the hall doorway. “Brings all sorts of ideas to mind.”
Lowering the bottle and raising his arm to wipe his mouth, Sean smirked as he slowly turned. “Is that so?” he said, his voice low and liquid. “What kinda ideas?” he asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter, one hand resting on the bench top, the other holding the beer in front of him.
Pushing himself from the door frame against which he had been leaning, Viggo walked across the kitchen, cut off track pants just hanging on to his hips, sweat and paint the only other things on his body. He took the bottle from Sean’s hand and whilst maintaining eye contact, raised it to his mouth and lifted it, matching Sean’s actions, his throat moving as it swallowed the rest of the beer. Sean’s eyes watched the pulsing of the jugular beside the bobbing adam’s apple as the beer slid down, his tongue tracing the edge of his lips as he enjoyed the show.
Lowering the now empty bottle Viggo raised his own arm to wipe across his mouth, only to find it stopped half way to his face. He smiled as Sean’s tongue did the job instead, turning a little from side to side to allow Sean full access. “Did I get it all?” Sean asked, his tongue licking his lips again, tasting the salt from Viggo’s top lip.
“Not sure,” came the response. “Think I mighta spilt some here,” he said, pointing his finger to his neck, tilting his head back, trailing the tip of it down slowly. Sean leant forward, his tongue following the trailing finger. As he reached the collar bone he stopped, his teeth taking the hard ridge and quickly pressing into it. He smiled at the slight hiss from Viggo’s lips.
“Sorry,” he murmured, “lemme fix that.” His tongue twirled across the skin, lathing and lapping at it. “Better?” he asked.
“Almost. Hurts here too,” Vig said, pointing to the same spot on the other side of his neck. “Must be reflected pain, or mirrored, or something,” he mumbled nonchalantly. Sean grinned and addressed the other side, tending it with the same treatment.
“I got injured too,” he murmured, “from that bloody tin of paint,” he added.
“You did?” Viggo said, mock concern in his voice. “Where?”
“In the car,” Sean said, a smirk on his lips.
Viggo rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Should I go kiss the car better?” he said lightly.
“Dunno, will the car fuck you senseless, so you don’t even know your own name?” Sean asked conversationally, his thumbs hitching into the elastic waistband of Vig’s shorts.
“Not sure about the car, but I reckon the mechanic is trying to, seeing the bill for the last service,” Vig replied, his fingers now lifting the hem of Sean’s shirt, finding the button and zip that begged to be undone. “Almost senseless when I saw that, I can tell you.”
“Better keep m’ eye on him, had I?” Sean questioned. His fingers snaked inside the loose-fitting pants, brushing against the head of Viggo’s growing erection. “Not happy someone else is fucking with what’s mine, the car ain’t that old,” he commented.
Viggo’s eyes darted back up to Sean’s, and saw the humoured glint, his lover’s verbal teases having found their mark. “Bastard,” he grinned in reply, his hands shifting inside Sean’s jeans, shoving them just past his hips, before reaching behind and gripping his rear as he leant forward and gripped Sean’s collarbone with his teeth.
“Bastard with bruises, if you keep that up,” he sighed, his eyes closing as Vig’s teeth sunk in. “Don’t think I’ll get you to take a look where the other bruise might be, if that’s the kinda treatment you deal out,” he said, his restraint starting to show in the timbre of his voice.
“Aww, go on, let Doctor Vig help take your pain away,” he grins, licking the red teeth marks on Sean’s collar bone.
“Promise not to use yer damned teeth?”
“Promise.”
“Grabbed the shopping and paint from the back seat and it landed hard down here,” Sean said, pushing his hips forward. “Hurt.”
“Hmm, better take a look and make sure there’s no visible damage,” ‘Dr. Vig’ said, sliding down to his knees, his thumbs hooking into the elastic of Sean’s briefs and hitching them out and down, allowing Sean’s swollen cock to freefall into his waiting palm. “Oh dear, seems there’s some swelling in the affected area,” he muttered. “I wonder if ice or heat would be a better treatment?” he added.
Sean’s fingers dug into the counter top edge and his eyes closed tightly as Vig applied the heat of his tongue, running it along the underside from base to tip, swirling around the tip then back down the side, until his nose was buried in the nest of curls, inhaling the scent of Sean.
“Shit! Vig!” he yelped, eyes flying open and down as the soft heat was joined by the icy cold of the beer bottle’s glass against the other side of his cock. “What the fuck….?” He stopped midsentence when his eyes met the mischievous glint in the blue awaiting his green.
“You questioning the doctor’s treatment, sir? Unhappy with his performance?” he asked.
Growling Sean bit back his response, instead moving his legs apart. “Dunno, still waiting to see if he can make the swelling go away,” he muttered.
“Oh, I’m sure I can take care of that reaching for the cutlery drawer and rifling for a cold spoon.
“No you don’t you bastard,” Sean said, reaching over and flicking Vig’s arm out of the drawer and slamming it shut. “You are in a bastard of a mood today, aren’t you?” he added.
“Well, you’re the one who got outta bed early this morning, all gung-ho and wanting to get the painting of the fence started. How can you expect me to be in a ‘glorious’ mood when I didn’t get my ‘morning glory’?”
Sean’s smile started at his eyes and finally broke through to his lips, despite all his attempts to remain unaffected. “Then I best do something about that. Got any suggestions how I can make amends?”
Shrugging nonchalantly Viggo turned his attention back to Sean’s body at his eye level. “Well,” he said, his fingers toying along the length of Sean’s cock, one finger trailing through the moisture at the tip. It stretched out and Vig’s tongue flickered across to taste the droplet. “You could fuck me senseless till I don’t remember my name,” he suggested, “like you said earlier.”
“Yeah, reckon I could do that,” Sean replied throatily. “Lemme just get some lube,” he said, waiting for Vig to move so he could.
“No need, you were gone so long I started without you,” Vig said, his mouth breathing across the tip of Sean’s cock, which jumped visibly as Sean realised what Viggo had said.
“Started without me, huh?” he said as he watched his lover slowly slide his tongue along Sean’s length, coating it with saliva. “Where did you get to?” he asked, the tongue now working along the underneath.
“ ‘ou’ll thee,” Vig mumbled, his tongue still working along Sean’s cock, slicking it. His hands had pushed his short down, and sure that he had Sean’s undivided attention, he turned, clumsily pushing his shorts past his knees as he did, finally presenting Sean with his ass, spreading his knees so his cheeks parted, showing Sean the end of the toy they occasionally used when one knew the other was going to be late, and they weren’t wanting to wait for ‘preparation’.
Grinning Sean dropped to his knees between Viggo’s legs, his eyes darting from the mischievous blue eyes to the bright blue plug. “That needy, huh?” he said, his fingers slowly and gently removing the toy.
“Yeah, well, You seemed to be in a hurry to paint the fence, so figured I better start on the preparation,” Viggo said, watching Sean’s face as he felt the plug removed, and moaned quietly as it was replaced with Sean’s cock. He smiled when he saw the familiar flicker in Sean’s eyes that always occurred as he slid into Viggo. ‘Mine,’ he thought to himself of that flicker.
Sean started rocking, his hands gripping Viggo’s hips. “Good preparation,” he grunted, “is always important.”
“Yeah,” Viggo agreed, pushing back against Sean’s thrusts, setting up a rhythm that had the slap of their skin echoing through the growing heat. “And if you get that right, the results should be astounding,” he added between slaps.
“As long as you have good tools too,” Sean continued, his hand reaching around Viggo’s hips once they had their bodies synchronised, “and some team work, then they are almost… guaranteed.” His hand started jerking Viggo in time with their thrusts, the trickles of sweat running down his neck and chest sending tiny tingles to his heated core, which built rapidly towards that point of perfection.
“Guaranteed,” Vig repeated, his head now dropped down on his arms, as he let himself float off on the rhythm of the ‘ride’ and the feel of flesh against flesh, in him, against him, around him. “Fuck,” he moaned as he came, his climax sending jolts through him, the familiar tightening and convulsions sending him off on a cloud.
“Yeah, guaranteed,” Sean said, the tightening of Viggo’s ass pushing him over the edge, his balls tightening as they sent his seed into his lover. He stopped moving, his hands holding their bodies together. “Mmm,” he finally said, “nice preparation,” he added with a grin as Viggo slowly lifted his head and looked around. “Guarantees perfect results,” he added with a wink.
“Certainly does,” Vig replied dreamily.
Sean slapped his lover’s ass playfully as he continued to enjoy being inside it, and added nonchalantly, “hope you do as good a job on the fence.”
Title = When Painting, Preparation is Everything!
Pairing = this is Rugbytackle, right?
Rating = NC 17
Warnings = umm, toy? No abuse of paintbrushes!
Summary = Someone didn't get their 'morning glory'
Beta = none, all my own errors and stuff
Feedback = if you want
Archive = feel free to add it wherever
Disclaimer = Never happened, made it all up, don't know 'em, being committed tomorrow. (have you heard the saying 'Tomorrow never comes'?)
Reaching over the back of the seat, Sean grabbed the bags of groceries and large tin of paint, and hauled them into his lap, grunting as the tin landed directly in his crotch. “Shit!” he grumbled, wincing.
Muttering to himself he pushed the door open into the kitchen, hefting the bags onto the bench, dropping the tin on the floor, and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
“Vig? I’m back, where are you?” he called out, walking through to the relatively dimly lit hallway. “Vig?” he called again. No response, so he returned to the kitchen and unpacked the bags, putting the shopping away and pulling a beer out of the fridge. Twisting the top off he tossed it into the trash, lifting the bottle to his lips and, swallowing in long gulps, emptied half the contents down his parched throat.
“My, what a lovely sight,” came a voice from the hall doorway. “Brings all sorts of ideas to mind.”
Lowering the bottle and raising his arm to wipe his mouth, Sean smirked as he slowly turned. “Is that so?” he said, his voice low and liquid. “What kinda ideas?” he asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter, one hand resting on the bench top, the other holding the beer in front of him.
Pushing himself from the door frame against which he had been leaning, Viggo walked across the kitchen, cut off track pants just hanging on to his hips, sweat and paint the only other things on his body. He took the bottle from Sean’s hand and whilst maintaining eye contact, raised it to his mouth and lifted it, matching Sean’s actions, his throat moving as it swallowed the rest of the beer. Sean’s eyes watched the pulsing of the jugular beside the bobbing adam’s apple as the beer slid down, his tongue tracing the edge of his lips as he enjoyed the show.
Lowering the now empty bottle Viggo raised his own arm to wipe across his mouth, only to find it stopped half way to his face. He smiled as Sean’s tongue did the job instead, turning a little from side to side to allow Sean full access. “Did I get it all?” Sean asked, his tongue licking his lips again, tasting the salt from Viggo’s top lip.
“Not sure,” came the response. “Think I mighta spilt some here,” he said, pointing his finger to his neck, tilting his head back, trailing the tip of it down slowly. Sean leant forward, his tongue following the trailing finger. As he reached the collar bone he stopped, his teeth taking the hard ridge and quickly pressing into it. He smiled at the slight hiss from Viggo’s lips.
“Sorry,” he murmured, “lemme fix that.” His tongue twirled across the skin, lathing and lapping at it. “Better?” he asked.
“Almost. Hurts here too,” Vig said, pointing to the same spot on the other side of his neck. “Must be reflected pain, or mirrored, or something,” he mumbled nonchalantly. Sean grinned and addressed the other side, tending it with the same treatment.
“I got injured too,” he murmured, “from that bloody tin of paint,” he added.
“You did?” Viggo said, mock concern in his voice. “Where?”
“In the car,” Sean said, a smirk on his lips.
Viggo rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Should I go kiss the car better?” he said lightly.
“Dunno, will the car fuck you senseless, so you don’t even know your own name?” Sean asked conversationally, his thumbs hitching into the elastic waistband of Vig’s shorts.
“Not sure about the car, but I reckon the mechanic is trying to, seeing the bill for the last service,” Vig replied, his fingers now lifting the hem of Sean’s shirt, finding the button and zip that begged to be undone. “Almost senseless when I saw that, I can tell you.”
“Better keep m’ eye on him, had I?” Sean questioned. His fingers snaked inside the loose-fitting pants, brushing against the head of Viggo’s growing erection. “Not happy someone else is fucking with what’s mine, the car ain’t that old,” he commented.
Viggo’s eyes darted back up to Sean’s, and saw the humoured glint, his lover’s verbal teases having found their mark. “Bastard,” he grinned in reply, his hands shifting inside Sean’s jeans, shoving them just past his hips, before reaching behind and gripping his rear as he leant forward and gripped Sean’s collarbone with his teeth.
“Bastard with bruises, if you keep that up,” he sighed, his eyes closing as Vig’s teeth sunk in. “Don’t think I’ll get you to take a look where the other bruise might be, if that’s the kinda treatment you deal out,” he said, his restraint starting to show in the timbre of his voice.
“Aww, go on, let Doctor Vig help take your pain away,” he grins, licking the red teeth marks on Sean’s collar bone.
“Promise not to use yer damned teeth?”
“Promise.”
“Grabbed the shopping and paint from the back seat and it landed hard down here,” Sean said, pushing his hips forward. “Hurt.”
“Hmm, better take a look and make sure there’s no visible damage,” ‘Dr. Vig’ said, sliding down to his knees, his thumbs hooking into the elastic of Sean’s briefs and hitching them out and down, allowing Sean’s swollen cock to freefall into his waiting palm. “Oh dear, seems there’s some swelling in the affected area,” he muttered. “I wonder if ice or heat would be a better treatment?” he added.
Sean’s fingers dug into the counter top edge and his eyes closed tightly as Vig applied the heat of his tongue, running it along the underside from base to tip, swirling around the tip then back down the side, until his nose was buried in the nest of curls, inhaling the scent of Sean.
“Shit! Vig!” he yelped, eyes flying open and down as the soft heat was joined by the icy cold of the beer bottle’s glass against the other side of his cock. “What the fuck….?” He stopped midsentence when his eyes met the mischievous glint in the blue awaiting his green.
“You questioning the doctor’s treatment, sir? Unhappy with his performance?” he asked.
Growling Sean bit back his response, instead moving his legs apart. “Dunno, still waiting to see if he can make the swelling go away,” he muttered.
“Oh, I’m sure I can take care of that reaching for the cutlery drawer and rifling for a cold spoon.
“No you don’t you bastard,” Sean said, reaching over and flicking Vig’s arm out of the drawer and slamming it shut. “You are in a bastard of a mood today, aren’t you?” he added.
“Well, you’re the one who got outta bed early this morning, all gung-ho and wanting to get the painting of the fence started. How can you expect me to be in a ‘glorious’ mood when I didn’t get my ‘morning glory’?”
Sean’s smile started at his eyes and finally broke through to his lips, despite all his attempts to remain unaffected. “Then I best do something about that. Got any suggestions how I can make amends?”
Shrugging nonchalantly Viggo turned his attention back to Sean’s body at his eye level. “Well,” he said, his fingers toying along the length of Sean’s cock, one finger trailing through the moisture at the tip. It stretched out and Vig’s tongue flickered across to taste the droplet. “You could fuck me senseless till I don’t remember my name,” he suggested, “like you said earlier.”
“Yeah, reckon I could do that,” Sean replied throatily. “Lemme just get some lube,” he said, waiting for Vig to move so he could.
“No need, you were gone so long I started without you,” Vig said, his mouth breathing across the tip of Sean’s cock, which jumped visibly as Sean realised what Viggo had said.
“Started without me, huh?” he said as he watched his lover slowly slide his tongue along Sean’s length, coating it with saliva. “Where did you get to?” he asked, the tongue now working along the underneath.
“ ‘ou’ll thee,” Vig mumbled, his tongue still working along Sean’s cock, slicking it. His hands had pushed his short down, and sure that he had Sean’s undivided attention, he turned, clumsily pushing his shorts past his knees as he did, finally presenting Sean with his ass, spreading his knees so his cheeks parted, showing Sean the end of the toy they occasionally used when one knew the other was going to be late, and they weren’t wanting to wait for ‘preparation’.
Grinning Sean dropped to his knees between Viggo’s legs, his eyes darting from the mischievous blue eyes to the bright blue plug. “That needy, huh?” he said, his fingers slowly and gently removing the toy.
“Yeah, well, You seemed to be in a hurry to paint the fence, so figured I better start on the preparation,” Viggo said, watching Sean’s face as he felt the plug removed, and moaned quietly as it was replaced with Sean’s cock. He smiled when he saw the familiar flicker in Sean’s eyes that always occurred as he slid into Viggo. ‘Mine,’ he thought to himself of that flicker.
Sean started rocking, his hands gripping Viggo’s hips. “Good preparation,” he grunted, “is always important.”
“Yeah,” Viggo agreed, pushing back against Sean’s thrusts, setting up a rhythm that had the slap of their skin echoing through the growing heat. “And if you get that right, the results should be astounding,” he added between slaps.
“As long as you have good tools too,” Sean continued, his hand reaching around Viggo’s hips once they had their bodies synchronised, “and some team work, then they are almost… guaranteed.” His hand started jerking Viggo in time with their thrusts, the trickles of sweat running down his neck and chest sending tiny tingles to his heated core, which built rapidly towards that point of perfection.
“Guaranteed,” Vig repeated, his head now dropped down on his arms, as he let himself float off on the rhythm of the ‘ride’ and the feel of flesh against flesh, in him, against him, around him. “Fuck,” he moaned as he came, his climax sending jolts through him, the familiar tightening and convulsions sending him off on a cloud.
“Yeah, guaranteed,” Sean said, the tightening of Viggo’s ass pushing him over the edge, his balls tightening as they sent his seed into his lover. He stopped moving, his hands holding their bodies together. “Mmm,” he finally said, “nice preparation,” he added with a grin as Viggo slowly lifted his head and looked around. “Guarantees perfect results,” he added with a wink.
“Certainly does,” Vig replied dreamily.
Sean slapped his lover’s ass playfully as he continued to enjoy being inside it, and added nonchalantly, “hope you do as good a job on the fence.”
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Date: 2004-06-25 09:50 pm (UTC)Love this!
YAY on your first post!!!!
whee!!
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Date: 2004-06-26 05:08 am (UTC)Can't wait for your second. And third...
Nice work :D
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Date: 2004-06-27 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-27 05:59 am (UTC)Wet!Vig sounds good, on any number of levels ;)
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