So Fine Part II (sporty challenge)
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rugbytackleTitle: So Fine (sport challenge) Part II
Author: Babe Piglet
Length: Ficlet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: NC17, language (f word)
Summary: Never challenge a RADA grad about Shakespeare. Follows So Fine Part I
Disclaimer: Don’t know them. Didn’t happen. Just have an active imagination.
Feedback: sure
Archive: here, anywhere else, please let me know.
“Wardrobe?” Billy looked worried.
“You don’t think they will…” He shook his head.
“Naw.” Orli’s brows came together in a furrowed frown. ”They wouldn’t, would they?”
Sean shifted his shoulders and sneezed. “Fuck. They are right about one thing, though.” He wiped his muddy hands on his muddy shorts. “I’m fucking filthy!” He looked at the others and rubbed his butt, where someone had pinched him, hard. “And you blokes are fucking nuts.”
Viggo grinned at him, and picked up the ball. “Shower time.”
The players drifted away to their cars, Hobbits screaming goodbyes and making plans for dinner and ‘later.’ Ian was already in his car, driving Karl somewhere on the way to wherever he was headed.
“I’m going to grill something later,” Viggo announced.
Sean grinned. “What?”
“I don’t know. What do you want?”
“Nothing weird, Viggo.”
“Chicken. How’s chicken sound?”
“Cluck cluck?
“Not what I meant. You’ve spent too much time with pre-schoolers recently.”
“I can never spend too much time with my pre-schooler.” Sean grinned.
“I meant would you like chicken.”
“Oh. Sure. But no peanut butter go on it.”
“I promise. Barbeque sauce.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know. Will have to see what I have in the house.”
“Nothing weird, Viggo.”
“What’s weird?”
“Peanut butter go on chicken is weird.”
“Gotta put something on it, Sean, otherwise it dries up.”
“Nothing weird, Vig, and I’ll bring the beer.”
“You don’t like my beer?”
“Hmmmm….What’s the joke?” Sean squinted at the summer haze. “Your American beer is like sex in a canoe? Fucking too close to water?”
Viggo grinned. “I like your beer,” he murmured. His eyes dropped to Sean’s shorts and his gaze slowly raked over Sean’s torso. “I like your cream, too.”
“Yeah, you do, don’t you.” Sean’s eyes flickered over Viggo’s face. His pink tongue darted out to lick his upper lip. “Ouch!” He touched the spot. “Fuck.”
“Let me see.” Viggo looked at Sean’s lip, and touched it gently with his fingertip. “Not bad. But makeup will definitely have something to say about it tomorrow.”
Sean licked the spot again.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to jump your bones here and now,” Viggo murmured.
“What, all sweaty and dirty, like?” Sean grinned.
“Here on the field, in front of God and everybody,” Viggo answered.
Sean’s grin broadened. “Not sure me arse could take it, mate. Can’t believe you invited everyone to touch it.”
“I didn’t, it just happened. It’s such a fine butt,” Viggo murmured, his shoulder nudging Sean as they crossed the field. “Who could resist?”
Sean grunted.
Viggo faced him, at his car. His eyes dropped. “I see you’ve got your …ummmm…equipment ready.”
“Always ready for you.” Sean licked his lips again and grinned. “Ready and waiting.”
“Good thing you didn’t sprout that 20 minutes ago.”
“Mmmmm…..might have had a few comments, might we?
“A few?” Viggo snorted. “See you in a couple hours, and don’t go home and wank, either.”
Sean nodded, and climbed into his car. Well, if he couldn’t go home and wank, it might be sooner that you’ll be seeing me, mate. he whispered to himself, as he started the engine.
It was sooner, not later, because Sean followed Viggo to his cottage, and parked his car right behind him.
“That was quick. And I see you got quite close to the soap.” Viggo’s eyes had a sly look.
“I need some help with the shower, got dirt on me back,” Sean said. His tongue darted out again, and licked his lip, and his sucked on his lower lip, eyeing Viggo’s muddy legs and obvious erection.
“And looks like you need some help too, mate.”
Viggo grinned and his hand shook as he tried to insert the key in the lock.
“Want some help with that, too, mate?” Sean crooned in his ear. He stood directly behind Viggo and nudged him gently with his hips. A short, little thrust that spoke a thousand words.
Viggo chuckled. “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?”
“Not a banana, mate.” Sean chuckled, a low, throaty rumble. “Nothing but… this!’” He pushed harder with his hips, his groin grinding into Viggo’s thigh. “Nothing but….this!” His voice dropped into the professional stage tone. “Yes, as much love in rime As would be cramm’d up ….” He emphasized up, dropping the modulation, and resuming his Sheffield brogue…. oup … with a harder, deeper nudge, and this time pushed Viggo into the house. “…in a sheet of paper, Writ o’ both sides the leaf, margent and all, That he was fain to seal on Cupid’s name.”
With his foot Sean kicked the door shut, and one hand pulled the keys from Viggo’s fingers, tossing them on the table, but missing. They clattered to the floor unheeded. He pushed Viggo belly first against the wall with his body. Strong hands grasped Viggo’s waist, rubbed lightly but firmly under the elastic of his shorts, working their way under Viggo’s shirt. “Iambic pentameter unrhymed. It’s what you asked for, right? How’s that for you, mate?”
“Sounds good,” Viggo murmured.
The hands probed and stroked.
“Test, though. You don’t get the prize without passing the test.”
“What’s the prize?” Viggo asked coyly.
“What do you think, mate?”
“Banana split?”
“With chocolate sauce.”
“Mmmmmmm…Whipped cream?”
“Depends on who gets to do the whipping.”
“Sounds good to me. And who gets to make it?”
“Hmmmm…the guy with the biggest dick wins?”
Viggo groaned. “Well we know who that is.”
“That we do, luv.”
“I always say it’s not what you have but how you use it.”
“And I always say it’s what you have and how you use it. So, what’s the source?”
Viggo sighed and shook his head. “Say it again?”
“As you wish: '…Nothing but… this! Yes, as much love in rime As would be cramm’d up …in a sheet of paper, Writ o’ both sides the leaf, margent and all, That he was fain to seal on Cupid’s name…”
“Well, one of the comedies,” Viggo murmured.
“Natch.” Sean laughed and nuzzled Viggo’s neck, biting and licking at the shoulder muscle. “But which one?” He licked again. “Ummmm, salty.” His hand reached around to Viggo’s chest and brushed lightly over his belly, slowly tickling the pelt of hair, tracing around the navel. “Hmmmm? Which one?” His long, warm fingers edged under the elastic. Viggo gasped, breath coming ragged rasps. “But which one, luv?”
“Give me another line,” Viggo gasped.
“My face is but a moon, and clouded too,” Sean murmured. The hand dropped lower, caressing.
Viggo took a deep breath. “Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
“Annnnk.” Sean imitated a fog horn. “Wrong.” A crafty tongue licked Viggo’s ear, and teeth pulled on the lobe. “Two more, mate.” The hand tweaked at Viggo’s right nipple, rolling it into a hard nub. “Want another line?”
“Yes.” Viggo panted now, in short gasps.
“If to come hither you have measur’d miles, And many miles, the princess bids you tell How many inches do fill up one mile? Tell her we measure them by weary steps.”
“You’re trying to trap me.” Viggo’s hands touched the hands on his waistband.
Sean chuckled. “You know me well, mate.”
“Measure for Measure.”
The hand dipped lower. “So you bite anyway?” Hands pulled back. “Nay.”
Viggo groaned. “Seeeaaaan.” He was panting hard now, aching for touch.
“You want a hint?”
“This is a stupid game.”
“Your idea, mate.” Sean’s knee nudged Viggo’s legs apart. “‘…whither I be Top to your bottom or Bottom to your Top? I care not, but look you to your love…’”
“Is that a hint?”
“No it aint. It's the rules. You get the answer, your choice, top or bottom, I stump you, my choice.”
Viggo groaned again.
“Not just top or bottom, luv, but when, too.” Sean ran his hands through Viggo’s silky hair. “Ah, revenge is sweet, isn’t it luv?” Sean nuzzled the back of Viggo’s neck and licked up to his hairline, around the hairline. “Remember last time?”
Viggo groaned, shivered and squirmed under Sean's touch.
“You made me wait 2 hours, Viggo, I nearly lost my mind.” A calloused hand reached under the waistband and slid down Viggo’s hip, cupping a round cheek, squeezing, stroking. A hip thrust. A quick tongue, a long slow suck of lips on skin. “Turnabout is fair play, wouldn’t you say, luv?”
Viggo moaned and pushed lightly back into Sean’s hip, his cheeks nudging Sean’s groin. He found the spot he wanted, and used his superior leg-length to rub the length of Sean’s erection with his ass.
Sean moaned and sighed. “That’s so good, Viggo, but you won’t distract me. The longer you take, the longer you have, Vig, if you get my meaning.”
Viggo groaned again. “What is it with you and coming?” he muttered.
“Coming is better than not coming, right? If you want to come any time soon, like before your next birthday, you had better get this last one right.” His hand pulled out from Viggo’s shorts. Viggo whimpered at the loss of contact. Sean stroked the outside of his shorts. “Hmmmm… Already wet. Leaking are we, luv?”
“Se—ean! A hint, please. A character name. Something to go on.”
Sean chuckled. “A hint? All right. ’You do not love Maria; Longaville did never sonnet for her sake compile, Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom to keep down his heart.’” There, now you have a name. Two in fact. And that won’t count against you, luv.” Sean’s tone was indulgent.
Viggo groaned again. “Fuck Shakespeare. He used all the same names.”
“That he did, luv, that he did. But believe it or not, that was a hint. And here’s your last line…the names were a gift, and don’t say I never give you anything. Eventually you’re going to get this .” He thrust forward with his hips, harder this time, grinding into Viggo’s ass. “I’m told plenty of people want it. My agent sends me bags of requests every month. Ladies and blokes. All wanting a taste, as it were.” Sean chuckled. “Ready?”
Viggo nodded.
“Brain clear?”
“No, you wanker!”
Sean chuckled. “Not with you around, I’m not. But here it comes:” He pushed forward again, harder this time, and his cock buried itself in Viggo’s crease, pushing against his shorts, lifting him to his toes.
Viggo moaned and twitched his legs further apart.
“‘By heaven, that thou art fair,’” Sean murmured in his ear. “‘…is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely.’” A wet tongue traced the outline of his ear, the shape of his hairline, down his spine to his shirt collar. Calloused hands pulled at the shirt, lifting it up, raising Viggo’s arms over his head. “‘…More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous…’”
“Fairer than Fair. I know that. Benedict’s soliloquy!” Viggo grinned triumphantly. “All’s Well that ends Well.”
Sean turned Viggo around and green eyes met blue, inches apart, in the dusky hallway. “Annnnk.” Sean smiled, leaned forward and kissed Viggo’s nose, ran his tongue up the bridge of Viggo’s nose, and licked at his eyes.
“What?” Viggo gasped.
“You’re thinking of that bit in Lenarto’s Orchard, aren’t you? Act II, Scene 4.” Sean shook his head. “Nope. Wrong again.” He grinned wickedly. “So I win.” He pinned Viggo to the wall. “Oh, yes, I win.” His mouth locked on to Viggo’s, lips tight on Viggo’s, his tongue questing. One hand cupped Viggo’s head, holding him tightly, the other dropped to Viggo’s waist, sliding down the shorts, his knee pulling the shorts down further, his foot pushing them to the floor.
“You’re mine, all mine,” he murmured hoarsely. His mouth sucked at Viggo’s neck, tongue circled his Adam’s apple, circled the gap between his collar bone. Viggo shivered and quivered, his breath rasping. Sean's hips ground into Viggo, his hand circled behind Viggo, and stroked his ass. He lifted Viggo off the floor, just a few inches, and the shorts dropped off Viggo’s ankles. He stepped back, hand still cupping Viggo’s head, and other hand pressing Viggo to the wall, and surveyed his booty. “Think you’re ready, luv?” he murmured, planting a wet kiss on Viggo’s sternum, and licking up to his chin.
“Ygiohehnng,” Viggo gasped, his hips thrusting forward.
“Think on, luv. You aren’t near ready enough.” This despite Viggo’s straining cock. Sean’s hand snaked down and stroked, long, slow strokes, lightly brushing the tip, finger nails caressing the pulsing veins.
Viggo moaned. “Sean…pl….ngggghhh.”
“What’s that, luv? College grad-u-ate?” he stroked again. “So articulate.” He smiled. “O that I knew he were but in by the week! How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek.” The second hand dropped and stroked. “And wait ….” The touch lightened.
Viggo groaned and quivered. “Sean, p-p-p-plea-a-a-a-se…”
“…the season, and observe the times, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rimes,” Sean ground his hip against Viggo’s thigh. “And shape his service wholly to my hests.” Sean’s shorts dropped to the floor.
Desperately, Viggo latched one leg over Sean’s hip, and tried to get closer, to brush his cock against Sean’s. His leg slipped on lean, sweaty thighs. “Christ, you have no hips! ”
“It’s why I wear a belt, mate. Me trousers are always sliding down and giving the ladies a look at me pants.” He snickered. “Or more.”
He reached down and propped Viggo’s leg up by bending his own knee under him, and leaning into the wall, grinding his cock against Viggo’s, and pushing Viggo’s legs apart with his other knee. He reached between their sweaty bodies with his hand, gathered some sweat on his fingers, and stroked Viggo’s balls, then lightly squeezed, then slid his fingers on Viggo’s perineum.
“And make him proud to make me proud that jests! So perttaunt-like would I o’er sway his state…’”
Viggo’s head banged back against the wall. “Ahhh…Sean…”
“’That he should be my fool, and I his fate.’”
“Fuck.” Viggo sighed. “Love’s Labor’s Lost.”
“Very good, Viggo. Act IV, Scene II, and a bit from scenes I and III.” Sean nuzzled the sweaty shoulder again. He licked. “Mmmmmm. Salty. And you are so dead, pet.”
Author: Babe Piglet
Length: Ficlet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: NC17, language (f word)
Summary: Never challenge a RADA grad about Shakespeare. Follows So Fine Part I
Disclaimer: Don’t know them. Didn’t happen. Just have an active imagination.
Feedback: sure
Archive: here, anywhere else, please let me know.
“Wardrobe?” Billy looked worried.
“You don’t think they will…” He shook his head.
“Naw.” Orli’s brows came together in a furrowed frown. ”They wouldn’t, would they?”
Sean shifted his shoulders and sneezed. “Fuck. They are right about one thing, though.” He wiped his muddy hands on his muddy shorts. “I’m fucking filthy!” He looked at the others and rubbed his butt, where someone had pinched him, hard. “And you blokes are fucking nuts.”
Viggo grinned at him, and picked up the ball. “Shower time.”
The players drifted away to their cars, Hobbits screaming goodbyes and making plans for dinner and ‘later.’ Ian was already in his car, driving Karl somewhere on the way to wherever he was headed.
“I’m going to grill something later,” Viggo announced.
Sean grinned. “What?”
“I don’t know. What do you want?”
“Nothing weird, Viggo.”
“Chicken. How’s chicken sound?”
“Cluck cluck?
“Not what I meant. You’ve spent too much time with pre-schoolers recently.”
“I can never spend too much time with my pre-schooler.” Sean grinned.
“I meant would you like chicken.”
“Oh. Sure. But no peanut butter go on it.”
“I promise. Barbeque sauce.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know. Will have to see what I have in the house.”
“Nothing weird, Viggo.”
“What’s weird?”
“Peanut butter go on chicken is weird.”
“Gotta put something on it, Sean, otherwise it dries up.”
“Nothing weird, Vig, and I’ll bring the beer.”
“You don’t like my beer?”
“Hmmmm….What’s the joke?” Sean squinted at the summer haze. “Your American beer is like sex in a canoe? Fucking too close to water?”
Viggo grinned. “I like your beer,” he murmured. His eyes dropped to Sean’s shorts and his gaze slowly raked over Sean’s torso. “I like your cream, too.”
“Yeah, you do, don’t you.” Sean’s eyes flickered over Viggo’s face. His pink tongue darted out to lick his upper lip. “Ouch!” He touched the spot. “Fuck.”
“Let me see.” Viggo looked at Sean’s lip, and touched it gently with his fingertip. “Not bad. But makeup will definitely have something to say about it tomorrow.”
Sean licked the spot again.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to jump your bones here and now,” Viggo murmured.
“What, all sweaty and dirty, like?” Sean grinned.
“Here on the field, in front of God and everybody,” Viggo answered.
Sean’s grin broadened. “Not sure me arse could take it, mate. Can’t believe you invited everyone to touch it.”
“I didn’t, it just happened. It’s such a fine butt,” Viggo murmured, his shoulder nudging Sean as they crossed the field. “Who could resist?”
Sean grunted.
Viggo faced him, at his car. His eyes dropped. “I see you’ve got your …ummmm…equipment ready.”
“Always ready for you.” Sean licked his lips again and grinned. “Ready and waiting.”
“Good thing you didn’t sprout that 20 minutes ago.”
“Mmmmm…..might have had a few comments, might we?
“A few?” Viggo snorted. “See you in a couple hours, and don’t go home and wank, either.”
Sean nodded, and climbed into his car. Well, if he couldn’t go home and wank, it might be sooner that you’ll be seeing me, mate. he whispered to himself, as he started the engine.
It was sooner, not later, because Sean followed Viggo to his cottage, and parked his car right behind him.
“That was quick. And I see you got quite close to the soap.” Viggo’s eyes had a sly look.
“I need some help with the shower, got dirt on me back,” Sean said. His tongue darted out again, and licked his lip, and his sucked on his lower lip, eyeing Viggo’s muddy legs and obvious erection.
“And looks like you need some help too, mate.”
Viggo grinned and his hand shook as he tried to insert the key in the lock.
“Want some help with that, too, mate?” Sean crooned in his ear. He stood directly behind Viggo and nudged him gently with his hips. A short, little thrust that spoke a thousand words.
Viggo chuckled. “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?”
“Not a banana, mate.” Sean chuckled, a low, throaty rumble. “Nothing but… this!’” He pushed harder with his hips, his groin grinding into Viggo’s thigh. “Nothing but….this!” His voice dropped into the professional stage tone. “Yes, as much love in rime As would be cramm’d up ….” He emphasized up, dropping the modulation, and resuming his Sheffield brogue…. oup … with a harder, deeper nudge, and this time pushed Viggo into the house. “…in a sheet of paper, Writ o’ both sides the leaf, margent and all, That he was fain to seal on Cupid’s name.”
With his foot Sean kicked the door shut, and one hand pulled the keys from Viggo’s fingers, tossing them on the table, but missing. They clattered to the floor unheeded. He pushed Viggo belly first against the wall with his body. Strong hands grasped Viggo’s waist, rubbed lightly but firmly under the elastic of his shorts, working their way under Viggo’s shirt. “Iambic pentameter unrhymed. It’s what you asked for, right? How’s that for you, mate?”
“Sounds good,” Viggo murmured.
The hands probed and stroked.
“Test, though. You don’t get the prize without passing the test.”
“What’s the prize?” Viggo asked coyly.
“What do you think, mate?”
“Banana split?”
“With chocolate sauce.”
“Mmmmmmm…Whipped cream?”
“Depends on who gets to do the whipping.”
“Sounds good to me. And who gets to make it?”
“Hmmmm…the guy with the biggest dick wins?”
Viggo groaned. “Well we know who that is.”
“That we do, luv.”
“I always say it’s not what you have but how you use it.”
“And I always say it’s what you have and how you use it. So, what’s the source?”
Viggo sighed and shook his head. “Say it again?”
“As you wish: '…Nothing but… this! Yes, as much love in rime As would be cramm’d up …in a sheet of paper, Writ o’ both sides the leaf, margent and all, That he was fain to seal on Cupid’s name…”
“Well, one of the comedies,” Viggo murmured.
“Natch.” Sean laughed and nuzzled Viggo’s neck, biting and licking at the shoulder muscle. “But which one?” He licked again. “Ummmm, salty.” His hand reached around to Viggo’s chest and brushed lightly over his belly, slowly tickling the pelt of hair, tracing around the navel. “Hmmmm? Which one?” His long, warm fingers edged under the elastic. Viggo gasped, breath coming ragged rasps. “But which one, luv?”
“Give me another line,” Viggo gasped.
“My face is but a moon, and clouded too,” Sean murmured. The hand dropped lower, caressing.
Viggo took a deep breath. “Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
“Annnnk.” Sean imitated a fog horn. “Wrong.” A crafty tongue licked Viggo’s ear, and teeth pulled on the lobe. “Two more, mate.” The hand tweaked at Viggo’s right nipple, rolling it into a hard nub. “Want another line?”
“Yes.” Viggo panted now, in short gasps.
“If to come hither you have measur’d miles, And many miles, the princess bids you tell How many inches do fill up one mile? Tell her we measure them by weary steps.”
“You’re trying to trap me.” Viggo’s hands touched the hands on his waistband.
Sean chuckled. “You know me well, mate.”
“Measure for Measure.”
The hand dipped lower. “So you bite anyway?” Hands pulled back. “Nay.”
Viggo groaned. “Seeeaaaan.” He was panting hard now, aching for touch.
“You want a hint?”
“This is a stupid game.”
“Your idea, mate.” Sean’s knee nudged Viggo’s legs apart. “‘…whither I be Top to your bottom or Bottom to your Top? I care not, but look you to your love…’”
“Is that a hint?”
“No it aint. It's the rules. You get the answer, your choice, top or bottom, I stump you, my choice.”
Viggo groaned again.
“Not just top or bottom, luv, but when, too.” Sean ran his hands through Viggo’s silky hair. “Ah, revenge is sweet, isn’t it luv?” Sean nuzzled the back of Viggo’s neck and licked up to his hairline, around the hairline. “Remember last time?”
Viggo groaned, shivered and squirmed under Sean's touch.
“You made me wait 2 hours, Viggo, I nearly lost my mind.” A calloused hand reached under the waistband and slid down Viggo’s hip, cupping a round cheek, squeezing, stroking. A hip thrust. A quick tongue, a long slow suck of lips on skin. “Turnabout is fair play, wouldn’t you say, luv?”
Viggo moaned and pushed lightly back into Sean’s hip, his cheeks nudging Sean’s groin. He found the spot he wanted, and used his superior leg-length to rub the length of Sean’s erection with his ass.
Sean moaned and sighed. “That’s so good, Viggo, but you won’t distract me. The longer you take, the longer you have, Vig, if you get my meaning.”
Viggo groaned again. “What is it with you and coming?” he muttered.
“Coming is better than not coming, right? If you want to come any time soon, like before your next birthday, you had better get this last one right.” His hand pulled out from Viggo’s shorts. Viggo whimpered at the loss of contact. Sean stroked the outside of his shorts. “Hmmmm… Already wet. Leaking are we, luv?”
“Se—ean! A hint, please. A character name. Something to go on.”
Sean chuckled. “A hint? All right. ’You do not love Maria; Longaville did never sonnet for her sake compile, Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom to keep down his heart.’” There, now you have a name. Two in fact. And that won’t count against you, luv.” Sean’s tone was indulgent.
Viggo groaned again. “Fuck Shakespeare. He used all the same names.”
“That he did, luv, that he did. But believe it or not, that was a hint. And here’s your last line…the names were a gift, and don’t say I never give you anything. Eventually you’re going to get this .” He thrust forward with his hips, harder this time, grinding into Viggo’s ass. “I’m told plenty of people want it. My agent sends me bags of requests every month. Ladies and blokes. All wanting a taste, as it were.” Sean chuckled. “Ready?”
Viggo nodded.
“Brain clear?”
“No, you wanker!”
Sean chuckled. “Not with you around, I’m not. But here it comes:” He pushed forward again, harder this time, and his cock buried itself in Viggo’s crease, pushing against his shorts, lifting him to his toes.
Viggo moaned and twitched his legs further apart.
“‘By heaven, that thou art fair,’” Sean murmured in his ear. “‘…is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely.’” A wet tongue traced the outline of his ear, the shape of his hairline, down his spine to his shirt collar. Calloused hands pulled at the shirt, lifting it up, raising Viggo’s arms over his head. “‘…More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous…’”
“Fairer than Fair. I know that. Benedict’s soliloquy!” Viggo grinned triumphantly. “All’s Well that ends Well.”
Sean turned Viggo around and green eyes met blue, inches apart, in the dusky hallway. “Annnnk.” Sean smiled, leaned forward and kissed Viggo’s nose, ran his tongue up the bridge of Viggo’s nose, and licked at his eyes.
“What?” Viggo gasped.
“You’re thinking of that bit in Lenarto’s Orchard, aren’t you? Act II, Scene 4.” Sean shook his head. “Nope. Wrong again.” He grinned wickedly. “So I win.” He pinned Viggo to the wall. “Oh, yes, I win.” His mouth locked on to Viggo’s, lips tight on Viggo’s, his tongue questing. One hand cupped Viggo’s head, holding him tightly, the other dropped to Viggo’s waist, sliding down the shorts, his knee pulling the shorts down further, his foot pushing them to the floor.
“You’re mine, all mine,” he murmured hoarsely. His mouth sucked at Viggo’s neck, tongue circled his Adam’s apple, circled the gap between his collar bone. Viggo shivered and quivered, his breath rasping. Sean's hips ground into Viggo, his hand circled behind Viggo, and stroked his ass. He lifted Viggo off the floor, just a few inches, and the shorts dropped off Viggo’s ankles. He stepped back, hand still cupping Viggo’s head, and other hand pressing Viggo to the wall, and surveyed his booty. “Think you’re ready, luv?” he murmured, planting a wet kiss on Viggo’s sternum, and licking up to his chin.
“Ygiohehnng,” Viggo gasped, his hips thrusting forward.
“Think on, luv. You aren’t near ready enough.” This despite Viggo’s straining cock. Sean’s hand snaked down and stroked, long, slow strokes, lightly brushing the tip, finger nails caressing the pulsing veins.
Viggo moaned. “Sean…pl….ngggghhh.”
“What’s that, luv? College grad-u-ate?” he stroked again. “So articulate.” He smiled. “O that I knew he were but in by the week! How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek.” The second hand dropped and stroked. “And wait ….” The touch lightened.
Viggo groaned and quivered. “Sean, p-p-p-plea-a-a-a-se…”
“…the season, and observe the times, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rimes,” Sean ground his hip against Viggo’s thigh. “And shape his service wholly to my hests.” Sean’s shorts dropped to the floor.
Desperately, Viggo latched one leg over Sean’s hip, and tried to get closer, to brush his cock against Sean’s. His leg slipped on lean, sweaty thighs. “Christ, you have no hips! ”
“It’s why I wear a belt, mate. Me trousers are always sliding down and giving the ladies a look at me pants.” He snickered. “Or more.”
He reached down and propped Viggo’s leg up by bending his own knee under him, and leaning into the wall, grinding his cock against Viggo’s, and pushing Viggo’s legs apart with his other knee. He reached between their sweaty bodies with his hand, gathered some sweat on his fingers, and stroked Viggo’s balls, then lightly squeezed, then slid his fingers on Viggo’s perineum.
“And make him proud to make me proud that jests! So perttaunt-like would I o’er sway his state…’”
Viggo’s head banged back against the wall. “Ahhh…Sean…”
“’That he should be my fool, and I his fate.’”
“Fuck.” Viggo sighed. “Love’s Labor’s Lost.”
“Very good, Viggo. Act IV, Scene II, and a bit from scenes I and III.” Sean nuzzled the sweaty shoulder again. He licked. “Mmmmmm. Salty. And you are so dead, pet.”
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Date: 2004-08-05 12:38 pm (UTC)Sean reciting Shakespeare. And from one of my favs (it was so much fun to recognize it long before Vig did). And I think that I would be just like Vig and all over Sean if he recited Shakespeare to me (of course, I probably would have been all over him anyway, but the Shakespeare is a nice touch). This will now be an official fantasy of mine!
Thank you so much for a wonderful chapter!
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Date: 2004-08-05 01:18 pm (UTC)Terrific chapter, thank you!
~Kris
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Date: 2004-08-05 03:26 pm (UTC)And you are so dead pet.
Ahh! There has to be more coming, right? Please! This was too good to end here.
Thanks for the wonderful chapter, and keep up the excellent writing!
more?
Date: 2004-08-05 06:06 pm (UTC)Re: more?
Date: 2004-08-09 09:18 pm (UTC)Why unfortunately? This is great!
So what do I do?
Probably a little late for me to give advice (not sure it's my place to do so anyway) but I say post all of the pre-story first, then post the end to this.
Hope to read more from you soon!
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Date: 2004-08-05 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-05 08:51 pm (UTC)*wanders off in a daze*
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Date: 2004-08-05 11:32 pm (UTC)