In answer to the wet!Viggo challenge
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rugbytackle...as they say - better late than never? Well, maybe not.
Title: Almost Done
Rating: PG (sorry!)
Pairing: S/V
Disclaimer: Totally untrue, vivid imagination and a touch of sunstroke.
Warnings: Er.. none? And no citrus trees were harmed in the writing of this FICTION.
Beta: None, all my own errors!
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liars_dance.
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“Almost done,” Sean grunted to the small tree he gently lowered into the last hole he had dug. “Just get you settled in here,” he continued, straightening it, one hand around the trunk gently edging it over, the other almost cupping the leaves lovingly. “There, that should do it,” he grinned with satisfaction, lifting his arm to swipe at the sweat on his forehead. He started shovelling the soil sitting to one side into the space, shaking it from the blade of the tool into the gap around the root ball. The sun seared through the thin cotton of his shirt, his skin sweating and the damp patches around the armpits quickly expanding, his forehead turning quickly to wipe the tickling trickles of sweat onto his sleeve this time.
Patting into place the last of the soil, he grabbed the hose and stood, one hand pushing into the small of his back, the other gripping the trigger of the sprayhead, locking it open and directing the strong, dense spray to the base of the young lemon tree he has just planted. Twisting his back first one way then the other he stepped to the side, tripping on the forgotten shovel and arm flying out as he loses his footing. The hose flew out of his hand and a scream of expletives split the air as the solid spray of water doused the prone and sleeping body of his lover.
“WHAT the FUCK are you DOING, BEAN?!” came the voice. Sean quickly grabbed at the hose once he had regained his balance and looked over the small, waist-high wall. He struggled to keep his expression blank as he came face to face with a soaked Viggo, who had been sleeping on the bench on the other side of the wall.
“Sorry Vig, thought you might be a little hot, and would like a cooling down,” the Brit drawled nonchalantly, errant spray now firmly directed to the base of another of the young citrus he had planted.
“If I want bloody cooling down, I’ll bloody well ask for it,” he muttered, standing up and pulling the saturated t-shirt off his body, his shorts desperately clinging to his hips, as if to maintain some modicum of decency, despite the total privacy of their garden. Sean had turned his head to hide the grin that had firmly planted itself across his face, when a rush of air warned him too late of the launching of Vig’s wet t-shirt at his head.
“Jesus! Vig!” he muttered, grabbing the sodden material and peeling it from his face. “It was an accident,” he said, looking back at his lover who was now standing with his hands on his hips and a grin on his face. Without a moment’s hesitation Sean turned the hose on Vig again, already running up to cut off the only potential path of escape. Viggo’s hands automatically flew up to fend off the water, his face turning away from the flow.
“Bean, you are so in for it now!” he yelled.
“Promises, promises!” Sean taunted, released the catch on the nozzle and the flow of water ceased. “Hmm, getting a bit cold are we?” he said, observing the shrunken dark peaks of Vig’s nipples, water trickling down across the chest and through the light, very wet patch of hair between them. “Poor baby a little chilled now?” he asked playfully, walking towards Viggo who stood dripping in front of him.
“What’re you gonna do about it if I am?” Viggo said, his eyes sparking a combination of wounded pride anger and plotting vengeance.
“Depends on what you’re planning,” Sean replied, one eyebrow raised as he watched the cogs turning. Shrugging, he dropped the hose and sauntered off towards the tap, his ears straining to hear movement behind him, his smile widening when the sound of wet shorts rubbing rewarded the effort. With a quick duck and twist he avoided the stream of water that shot past him at what would have been shoulder height had he not been ready. His arm stretched out and his hand quickly turned the tap, closing off the water. He rolled over to see the stunned face of his lover staring at the spray head, wondering what had happened to the powerful stream he had been drenched with.
“Yer think I’m daft enough to ‘ave left it within your reach on the same settin’,” he called out with a grin, still prone on the ground. He glanced behind him at a strange sound, only to realise too late his mistake.
“Ah SHIT!” he cried out as he peeled wet t-shirt from his face again, only to have an explosion of air leave his lips as Viggo’s body landed on top of him.
“What I’m planning is you warm me up, seeing it’s your fault I’m all wet,” Viggo replied, squirming his body on top of Sean, drying his chest on Sean’s shirt and soaking Sean’s shorts with his own sodden pair. A combination of the sight of his lover’s lust-filled eyes, and the grinding motion of his hips was all it took to fully awaken Sean’s body.
“Warm you up, huh?” he replied, lifting his hips slightly to press up into Viggo’s groin. “Any technique in particular, or should we just lie here and talk about the first thing that pops up?” A grin crosses both their faces and no more words were necessary.
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Title: Almost Done
Rating: PG (sorry!)
Pairing: S/V
Disclaimer: Totally untrue, vivid imagination and a touch of sunstroke.
Warnings: Er.. none? And no citrus trees were harmed in the writing of this FICTION.
Beta: None, all my own errors!
'ere y' go
liars_dance. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
“Almost done,” Sean grunted to the small tree he gently lowered into the last hole he had dug. “Just get you settled in here,” he continued, straightening it, one hand around the trunk gently edging it over, the other almost cupping the leaves lovingly. “There, that should do it,” he grinned with satisfaction, lifting his arm to swipe at the sweat on his forehead. He started shovelling the soil sitting to one side into the space, shaking it from the blade of the tool into the gap around the root ball. The sun seared through the thin cotton of his shirt, his skin sweating and the damp patches around the armpits quickly expanding, his forehead turning quickly to wipe the tickling trickles of sweat onto his sleeve this time.
Patting into place the last of the soil, he grabbed the hose and stood, one hand pushing into the small of his back, the other gripping the trigger of the sprayhead, locking it open and directing the strong, dense spray to the base of the young lemon tree he has just planted. Twisting his back first one way then the other he stepped to the side, tripping on the forgotten shovel and arm flying out as he loses his footing. The hose flew out of his hand and a scream of expletives split the air as the solid spray of water doused the prone and sleeping body of his lover.
“WHAT the FUCK are you DOING, BEAN?!” came the voice. Sean quickly grabbed at the hose once he had regained his balance and looked over the small, waist-high wall. He struggled to keep his expression blank as he came face to face with a soaked Viggo, who had been sleeping on the bench on the other side of the wall.
“Sorry Vig, thought you might be a little hot, and would like a cooling down,” the Brit drawled nonchalantly, errant spray now firmly directed to the base of another of the young citrus he had planted.
“If I want bloody cooling down, I’ll bloody well ask for it,” he muttered, standing up and pulling the saturated t-shirt off his body, his shorts desperately clinging to his hips, as if to maintain some modicum of decency, despite the total privacy of their garden. Sean had turned his head to hide the grin that had firmly planted itself across his face, when a rush of air warned him too late of the launching of Vig’s wet t-shirt at his head.
“Jesus! Vig!” he muttered, grabbing the sodden material and peeling it from his face. “It was an accident,” he said, looking back at his lover who was now standing with his hands on his hips and a grin on his face. Without a moment’s hesitation Sean turned the hose on Vig again, already running up to cut off the only potential path of escape. Viggo’s hands automatically flew up to fend off the water, his face turning away from the flow.
“Bean, you are so in for it now!” he yelled.
“Promises, promises!” Sean taunted, released the catch on the nozzle and the flow of water ceased. “Hmm, getting a bit cold are we?” he said, observing the shrunken dark peaks of Vig’s nipples, water trickling down across the chest and through the light, very wet patch of hair between them. “Poor baby a little chilled now?” he asked playfully, walking towards Viggo who stood dripping in front of him.
“What’re you gonna do about it if I am?” Viggo said, his eyes sparking a combination of wounded pride anger and plotting vengeance.
“Depends on what you’re planning,” Sean replied, one eyebrow raised as he watched the cogs turning. Shrugging, he dropped the hose and sauntered off towards the tap, his ears straining to hear movement behind him, his smile widening when the sound of wet shorts rubbing rewarded the effort. With a quick duck and twist he avoided the stream of water that shot past him at what would have been shoulder height had he not been ready. His arm stretched out and his hand quickly turned the tap, closing off the water. He rolled over to see the stunned face of his lover staring at the spray head, wondering what had happened to the powerful stream he had been drenched with.
“Yer think I’m daft enough to ‘ave left it within your reach on the same settin’,” he called out with a grin, still prone on the ground. He glanced behind him at a strange sound, only to realise too late his mistake.
“Ah SHIT!” he cried out as he peeled wet t-shirt from his face again, only to have an explosion of air leave his lips as Viggo’s body landed on top of him.
“What I’m planning is you warm me up, seeing it’s your fault I’m all wet,” Viggo replied, squirming his body on top of Sean, drying his chest on Sean’s shirt and soaking Sean’s shorts with his own sodden pair. A combination of the sight of his lover’s lust-filled eyes, and the grinding motion of his hips was all it took to fully awaken Sean’s body.
“Warm you up, huh?” he replied, lifting his hips slightly to press up into Viggo’s groin. “Any technique in particular, or should we just lie here and talk about the first thing that pops up?” A grin crosses both their faces and no more words were necessary.
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Date: 2004-08-01 02:50 am (UTC)Such a nice image (need to cool off myself now *G*)
Glad you are back ... missed you!
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Date: 2004-08-01 07:54 am (UTC)Huggles you and your lovely mind!
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Date: 2004-08-01 06:16 am (UTC)I have a water fettish!!!
thanks for feeding it!!!
*hands you cookies*
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Date: 2004-08-01 07:45 pm (UTC)*chases down wet boys for spankings*
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