rugbytackle | Fic: Five Card Stud (V/S, R)

Title: Five Card Stud
Author: Raederle
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: R
Summary: After clearing up baseball for Sean, Viggo goes on to demystify poker
Disclaimer: Made up, I promise
Feedback: Yes!
Archive: Rugbytackling
Notes: I guess this is a continuation of

milochka’s sports challenge, since poker tournaments are aired on ESPN occasionally, but this story was inspired by a comment by

french_hobbit on my baseball story and she helped me with some research, so thank you.

Viggo cleared off the table just as a firm knock sounded on his door. He grinned to himself; Sean was punctual to the minute.

In the week since their encounter playing baseball, they had tiptoed around each other, nervous and tense. The Brit was a master at stonewalling, but Viggo had a plan. Sean thought he was coming over for a relaxing evening of cards, but Viggo had no intention of letting him leave without resolving things between them.

When Viggo opened the door, he saw that Sean was wearing his hearty manly friends face. The blond turned over the beer he was carrying to Viggo and sat down at the kitchen table while Viggo opened the bottles.

“What are we playing?” Sean asked. “Gin?”

Viggo handed him a beer and cracked the wrapper on a new deck of cards. “I thought we’d try poker. You’ve played before, right?”

Sean rolled his eyes. “Poker! Too many damn rules. How about whist?”

“Whist!” Viggo snorted. “That doesn’t sound like a card game, sounds girly. But poker, that’s a man’s game. Besides, my house, my game.”

A mutinous expression crossed Sean’s face, then he grinned. “All right, but remind me of the rules of your stupid American game.”

Viggo laughed. “We’ll keep it simple. First, there are two basic poker games, draw and . . . stud.”

He nearly laughed aloud at the suspicion on Sean’s face.

“Stud? You Americans have a game named stud?”

“Yes, but I think it’s too complicated for you so we’ll stick with draw poker.”

Sean was starting to look as ruffled as a wet cat and Viggo was delighted that the other man was so easy to get off balance.

“Are you saying I’m stupid?”

“No, just for a beginner, stud has more rules.”

Sean looked slightly mollified and Viggo went on to explain the value of each hand. “Two pair is better than one pair and a straight flush beats a full house, but a full house beats either a straight or a flush. And a royal flush is the rarest hand of all.”

“Wait a sodding minute, Vig. Two pair beats one pair, but a full house beats a straight? How did the house get in there? And do your cards have a sexual orientation?”

“I tell you what, Sean, let’s just play, and that way I can explain each hand as it comes up.”

“No bloody way. I’m not risking me money while you make the rules as we go along.”

Viggo tried to look innocent while inwardly rejoicing that Sean seemed to have walked right into his trap.

“Fair enough. We have another variation where money is not involved, called strip poker.”

“As long as it’s not money,” Sean grumbled. “What do we bet?”

“Items of your wardrobe,” Viggo drawled.

“Clothes.”

“Yes, each hand you lose, you take off one piece of clothing. Okay?”

Sean’s eyes narrowed. “You are barefoot.”

Viggo shrugged, “I guess you have more in the ‘bank’ than I do.”

The Brit sat down at the table reluctantly, still convinced that he was being tricked somehow. Viggo put on his blandest face and dealt the cards.

“This is five card draw. We each get five cards and then we try to make the best hand we can from the cards. We call it draw because you are allowed to draw more cards to try to improve your hand, but as many as you draw, you have to discard the same number. So you always have just five cards.”

Sean nodded. Viggo dealt the cards honestly, for he was not really concerned about winning an actual round. He picked up his cards and found that he had two fours, a Queen, a nine and a three. He waited while Sean reviewed his own hand. The Brit finally requested two more cards and Viggo also took two for himself, keeping his Queen.

Viggo peeked at Sean, trying to read the other man’s expression, but Sean had apparently mastered the poker face, for he gave nothing away.

“Now we put down our cards and whoever has the low hand takes off one piece of clothing.”

Sean laid down two sevens, two twos and a Jack. Viggo had drawn another Queen.

“I win this hand because we both have two pair, but my high pair is Queens and your high pair is sevens. Take something off.”

The blond was still looking suspicious, but he removed a loafer and tossed it behind him defiantly. Viggo concealed a grin, shuffled and dealt.

Viggo looked at his cards and he had a Jack, a nine, an eight, a four, and a two. He decided to try for the straight and dumped the two low cards. Sean requested three cards. Viggo got another eight and a Queen. So close, but he needed a ten to make the straight. He would have to settle for the pair of eights and hope that Sean’s hand was worse.

Sean put down a pair of sevens and three mismatched cards. Viggo watched him toss another shoe.

After three more hands, Sean was barefoot and had taken off his wristwatch as well. Viggo was sure that the man was wearing boxers, so they were not even yet.

The American decided it was time for him to lose a hand, so when his cards showed the ten of spades, the ten of hearts, the nine of spades, the King of hearts and the two of spades, Viggo dumped the three spade cards. He nearly groaned aloud when he pulled the seven of hearts, the three of hearts and the nine of hearts. Sean requested four cards and he crowed in triumph when he showed three fives.

“Three of a kind, good. Unfortunately, I have a flush, all five cards in the same suit,” Viggo said, laying down his cards.

Sean stared and then slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Viggo wondered if he was doing it as a tease or in protest. He concentration on the game wavered as the Brit gradually revealed his chest, his pectorals heavy from sword practice, a light sprinkling of golden hair leading to his waistband, silky skin catching the light. Viggo dragged his mind back to the deck and tried to shuffle without his hands shaking. His mouth had gone dry and he wondered who was trapping whom.

The next hand was a mess of random cards, with the ten of diamonds his high card. Viggo decided to stand pat and Sean requested two cards.

Sean was smirking as he put down his cards, “Two Jacks and three fours.”

Viggo nodded, “A full house. I have nothing.”

He put his hands to the hem of his tee-shirt and slowly raised the garment over his head. He paused for a moment when the shirt was in front of his face to allow Sean a chance to look without being observed. He casually tossed the shirt behind him and then reflectively scratched his chest, tightening his muscles while his fingers carded through his hair. He picked up the deck and saw that Sean was gaping at him, his mouth open and his tongue on his bottom lip. Viggo swore to himself. He knew that tongue thing that Sean did was not deliberate, but it made him want to leap over the table and bury himself in the other man.

Sean saw that he was looking and quickly schooled his face to blankness again. Viggo dealt the cards, no longer caring what he got. He had a two, a three, a two sevens and an ace. He traded in all but the sevens, while Sean got three cards. Viggo had to settle for the pair of sevens, but Sean was showing two nines and two fives.

“Two pair.” Viggo stood up, and he moved his hands to the buttons of his jeans. He’d had a stiffy since Sean removed his shirt and there was no hiding it now. He opened the jeans slightly, letting Sean see his lack of underwear, before sliding the denim down his long legs.

Viggo stood proudly, his legs spread slightly, his shoulders straight and his head high. His erection jutted out, leaking a little bit of glistening liquid. He let Sean look for a moment and then sat back down at the table.

“Is . . . “ Sean gulped and tried again. “Is the game over? You’re out of clothes.”

But Viggo already had a strategy for this case and he said, “No, we can still play. Since I’m out of clothes, I will bet favors. Like a kiss if I lose a hand.”

Sean readily agreed and Viggo dealt again. He won the next hand with three Kings to Sean’s two pair. The Brit removed his khakis, but he still had his boxers.

Viggo deliberately threw the next hand. He walked around the table and straddled Sean’s lap, his cock bumping Sean’s stomach. He framed the blond’s face with his hands and plunged his tongue into the warm willing mouth. Sean whimpered and his hands clenched Viggo’s ass checks, grinding the American into his lap. Viggo nearly succumbed, but Sean had not lost all of his clothes yet, so he finally pulled away and resumed his seat.

Sean groaned and put his head on the table. “Bloody American games,” he muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Deal dammit!”

Sean lost the next hand and he quickly removed his boxers and sat down. But Viggo had seen the truly impressive erection he was sporting.

“Now what?”

“Since we are both out of clothes, we’ll agree before each hand what the loser will do. If I lose the next hand, I’ll lick your nipples. If you lose, you’ll lick mine.”

“All right,” Sean grunted, but Viggo saw that the rosy nubs had already tightened.

Viggo won that hand and pushed his chair back as Sean came over. The Brit knelt between his legs and wrapped his arms around Viggo’s waist. The delightful tongue swiped over his right nipple and Viggo struggled to stay still, as bolts of lightning shot from the point of contact to his groin. Sean dragged his mouth to the other nipple, taking it lightly between his teeth and rolling it with his tongue. Viggo moaned involuntarily and Sean stood up looking satisfied.

“Uh, how about next hand, the loser swallows the winner’s cock?”

“Fine with me,” Sean purred. Viggo dealt nervously, unable to concentrate. He traded all of his cards but one, and came up with a pair of sixes. Sean had three nines. Viggo stood up and Sean pushed his chair back. The Brit scooted his hips forward and leaned back in the chair, his hands behind his head, with his back arched and his legs sprawled. Sean looked relaxed and pleased with himself.

Viggo took a hurried drink to moisten his mouth and knelt between spread legs, gazing at the glistening cock before him. Sean was gorgeous everywhere, Viggo thought. His hard-on rose from a nest of tawny hair, the tip peeping out from his foreskin, and his balls hung heavy below. Viggo gently kissed the top and slowly pulled the collar back. He swiped his tongue across the weeping slit. Sean hissed and his languid pose abruptly disappeared. Using his tongue to provide lubrication, Viggo relaxed his jaw and gradually took Sean in. When his nose was buried in the coarse, musky smelling hair, Viggo flexed his tongue and swallowed. Sean groaned, trying not to thrust into Viggo’s mouth. Viggo repeated the action several times until Sean grabbed his hair and wrenched his head up.

“Stop,” Sean panted. “One more hand.”

“What are we playing for?”

“Winner gets to top the loser.”

Viggo stared up, his gaze drowning in the green eyes above him.

“Yes,” he said huskily and went back to his chair.

He dealt the cards quickly and found that he had three different diamonds. He decided to try for another flush and gave Sean the two cards that he requested. Viggo had gotten two other diamonds, but suddenly he sensed an absolute stillness from the other man. He looked up, but Sean’s face was completely blank.

Viggo decided he must have imagined it and laid down his cards. Sean put down his cards together evenly stacked with a ten of hearts on the top. As the Brit slowly fanned his cards out to reveal the Jack of hearts, the Queen of hearts, the King of hearts and the ace of hearts, Viggo forgot to breathe.

“Well?” Sean demanded.

“Royal flush, the highest possible hand.”

Sean’s green eyes darkened and he jumped up, grabbed Viggo’s hand, and spun him around, pushing him face down among the cards.

“Condoms and lube!” he growled low in Viggo’s ear.

“Cookie jar,” Viggo answered.

“What? Never mind. Stay,” he said and slapped Viggo harshly across the ass.

Viggo decided that he could not have moved anyway, for his head was spinning and his ears were roaring. His whole body seemed to be over-sensitized and he could feel the edges of each individual card on the table prickling his torso.

Sean returned quickly and pressed him down with one hand while the other hand slid a well-lubricated finger into his tight opening. Viggo gasped but another finger quickly joined the first and Sean scissored and plunged, quickly spreading him.

“Can’t wait,” Sean muttered. “Can’t be dainty. Oh, so hot.”

He removed his fingers, but still held Viggo down as the tip of his cock brushed the ring of muscle. He shoved his way in and Viggo pushed back with his muscles, trying to help as Sean glided in to the hilt.

“Can’t hold back,” Sean panted and began slamming repeatedly into Viggo. At first, Viggo felt only pain as he tried to adjust, but Sean stopped suddenly and rearranged him on the table slightly.

When Sean began pounding him again, this time his cock scraped over something deep in Viggo’s body, and the pleasure of it soon had Viggo howling and begging. Sean wrapped one hand around Viggo’s cock while the other hand pinned him to the table.

“Come for me, luv,” Sean gasped.

Viggo moaned and obeyed, his cream spurting over the underside of the table where his cock was hanging. The clenching of his muscles soon drove Sean over the edge as well and the Brit wailed his battle cry in Viggo’s ear.

The American was thankful that the table was holding him up because he didn’t think his legs were working anymore. Sean withdrew slowly and helped him stand.

“Silly fool,“ Sean said, pulling off the cards that had adhered to Viggo’s chest. “If you want me, just say so, mate. No more games.”

“No more games, “ Viggo agreed tiredly. “Bed?”

“Suits me.” Sean kissed Viggo gently and led him to the bedroom.

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