Ficlet: Sink the Putt, Viggo (V/S, R)
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rugbytackleTitle: Sink the Putt, Viggo
Author: Raederle
Pairing: S/V
Rating: R
Summary: Sean plays golf, Viggo doesn’t
Disclaimer: Made up, I promise
Archive: Rugbytackling
Notes: More sports, this time it is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dalehead’s fault (and the cricket bunny). Follows “National Pastime” and “Five Card Stud”
Sean strolled onto the course, whistling cheerfully to himself. Viggo followed morosely, wishing he was still in bed.
“Now this is a noble sport,” Sean proclaimed, swinging his driver. “Not any perverted American romp, this was invented on the British Isles hundreds of years ago.”
“No, it wasn’t. It was invented by Bandobras Took at the Battle of Green Fields.”
Sean eyed Viggo skeptically, “What are you talking about, mate?”
“It’s in the book,” Viggo explained patiently. “He knocked the head off of the king of the goblins, named Golfimbul, the head rolled down a rabbit hole, and thus he invented the game of golf.”
“Vig, leave it alone for one day, please? You aren’t Aragorn today.”
The American growled and began waving his three iron around in a way that resembled sword fighting.
Sean shook his head and placed his ball on the tee, trying to concentrate on his stroke. He managed to block out Viggo and the ball went a good distance down the fairway.
Viggo set his own ball on the tee and pulled back with the iron he had been holding.
“Not that one, get a wood,” Sean instructed.
“I already have wood,” Viggo muttered under his breath, thinking that Sean was taking this way too seriously. But he obeyed and pulled a three wood out of his borrowed golf bag. He approached the ball again, holding the club as if he was holding a baseball bat.
“That’s not how you hold it.”
“Show me, Sean. I’m no good at this.” Viggo decided that golf was not enough of a contact sport for his taste and he really needed some contact from Sean at this point.
The blond placed his hands over Viggo’s, demonstrating to him the proper way to swing. Viggo cuddled into his arms, trying to distract his lover. But Sean was all business, stepping back after he got Viggo into the proper position.
Viggo hit the ball as hard as he could, but he chipped it off to the right. Sean waited patiently while Viggo hunted around in the rough.
“Why don’t you come help me, Sean?” Viggo called. “It’s scary under these trees now that I can’t be Aragorn.”
Sean rolled his eyes, refusing to be fooled by Viggo’s teasing. After many shots, Viggo finally managed to put his ball on the green. Sean had made birdie on the hole long before.
The Brit tried to be encouraging. “Okay, Viggo, it’s only about eight feet away, just sink the putt.”
“I’d like to sink something else,” Viggo mumbled while he lined up his shot.
He swung his putter smoothly, remembering his follow-through. Unfortunately, the ball drifted past the hole, and stopped about ten inches from the hole.
“I know this part,” Viggo exclaimed. “It’s a gimme!”
“A what? Dammit Viggo, sink the putt!”
“No, I don’t have to. If the ball is less than a putter length from the hole, you get the shot automatically. A gimme.”
“A gimmy?”
“No, give me. You give it to me.”
Sean glared at him, “We are not playing your bloody American rules!”
But Viggo was already busy, pulling off his pants and sprawling on the grass. “Nope, you have to give it to me now.”
The Brit looked murderous and Viggo wondered if he had gone too far. But the look in Sean’s eyes turned into an evil gleam and Viggo got nervous as Sean stripped off his glove.
“Uh, Sean, don’t be mad. You did say to ask if I wanted you. I’m just asking.”
“And you shall be rewarded for your good behavior,” Sean purred. “Take off your shirt and put your hands behind your head.”
Viggo gulped, and complied quickly, wondering what he had let himself in for as Sean approached him, slapping his golf glove in his right hand.
“Too bad we aren’t playing cricket. Those bats would be quite useful right now.” Sean mused, snapping the glove onto Viggo’s right nipple with a sudden crack.
Viggo moaned, arching off the grass, and thrusting his pelvis forward. The contact stung, but the sensation traveled to his groin, making his already hard cock even harder.
Sean cracked the other nipple and Viggo sobbed, “Please.”
“Legs wider,” Sean ordered.
Viggo spread his legs and Sean brought the glove down on his erection. The blow did not hurt, but the feeling of it was driving Viggo wild. The touch was too much and yet not enough at the same time.
“Touch me,” Viggo begged.
“All in good time,” Sean growled. “I paid a perfectly good green fee for this course and you interrupted the game.”
Sean stripped off his own clothes and pulled condoms and lube out of a pocket in his golf bag.
“But somehow I knew you would do something like this, so I came prepared.”
He stood for a moment, naked, gilded by the morning sun, surrounded by the lush green of the golf course and Viggo ached. He ached to be fucked by this beautiful man and he ached to capture his beauty on a canvas.
Sean knelt between his legs, opening them wider, and smearing lubrication around his puckered entrance. The blunt tip of his cock bumped Viggo and then came the wonderful feeling of being stretched and filled. Sean set the pace and Viggo struggled to keep his hands in place. Sean finally put a hand to Viggo’s aching erection and sent them both over the edge.
Afterwards, they lay entwined on the grass, until Sean finally withdrew and put his clothes back on.
“Come on, Vig,” he said cheerfully. “We have seventeen more holes to go!”
Author: Raederle
Pairing: S/V
Rating: R
Summary: Sean plays golf, Viggo doesn’t
Disclaimer: Made up, I promise
Archive: Rugbytackling
Notes: More sports, this time it is
dalehead’s fault (and the cricket bunny). Follows “National Pastime” and “Five Card Stud”Sean strolled onto the course, whistling cheerfully to himself. Viggo followed morosely, wishing he was still in bed.
“Now this is a noble sport,” Sean proclaimed, swinging his driver. “Not any perverted American romp, this was invented on the British Isles hundreds of years ago.”
“No, it wasn’t. It was invented by Bandobras Took at the Battle of Green Fields.”
Sean eyed Viggo skeptically, “What are you talking about, mate?”
“It’s in the book,” Viggo explained patiently. “He knocked the head off of the king of the goblins, named Golfimbul, the head rolled down a rabbit hole, and thus he invented the game of golf.”
“Vig, leave it alone for one day, please? You aren’t Aragorn today.”
The American growled and began waving his three iron around in a way that resembled sword fighting.
Sean shook his head and placed his ball on the tee, trying to concentrate on his stroke. He managed to block out Viggo and the ball went a good distance down the fairway.
Viggo set his own ball on the tee and pulled back with the iron he had been holding.
“Not that one, get a wood,” Sean instructed.
“I already have wood,” Viggo muttered under his breath, thinking that Sean was taking this way too seriously. But he obeyed and pulled a three wood out of his borrowed golf bag. He approached the ball again, holding the club as if he was holding a baseball bat.
“That’s not how you hold it.”
“Show me, Sean. I’m no good at this.” Viggo decided that golf was not enough of a contact sport for his taste and he really needed some contact from Sean at this point.
The blond placed his hands over Viggo’s, demonstrating to him the proper way to swing. Viggo cuddled into his arms, trying to distract his lover. But Sean was all business, stepping back after he got Viggo into the proper position.
Viggo hit the ball as hard as he could, but he chipped it off to the right. Sean waited patiently while Viggo hunted around in the rough.
“Why don’t you come help me, Sean?” Viggo called. “It’s scary under these trees now that I can’t be Aragorn.”
Sean rolled his eyes, refusing to be fooled by Viggo’s teasing. After many shots, Viggo finally managed to put his ball on the green. Sean had made birdie on the hole long before.
The Brit tried to be encouraging. “Okay, Viggo, it’s only about eight feet away, just sink the putt.”
“I’d like to sink something else,” Viggo mumbled while he lined up his shot.
He swung his putter smoothly, remembering his follow-through. Unfortunately, the ball drifted past the hole, and stopped about ten inches from the hole.
“I know this part,” Viggo exclaimed. “It’s a gimme!”
“A what? Dammit Viggo, sink the putt!”
“No, I don’t have to. If the ball is less than a putter length from the hole, you get the shot automatically. A gimme.”
“A gimmy?”
“No, give me. You give it to me.”
Sean glared at him, “We are not playing your bloody American rules!”
But Viggo was already busy, pulling off his pants and sprawling on the grass. “Nope, you have to give it to me now.”
The Brit looked murderous and Viggo wondered if he had gone too far. But the look in Sean’s eyes turned into an evil gleam and Viggo got nervous as Sean stripped off his glove.
“Uh, Sean, don’t be mad. You did say to ask if I wanted you. I’m just asking.”
“And you shall be rewarded for your good behavior,” Sean purred. “Take off your shirt and put your hands behind your head.”
Viggo gulped, and complied quickly, wondering what he had let himself in for as Sean approached him, slapping his golf glove in his right hand.
“Too bad we aren’t playing cricket. Those bats would be quite useful right now.” Sean mused, snapping the glove onto Viggo’s right nipple with a sudden crack.
Viggo moaned, arching off the grass, and thrusting his pelvis forward. The contact stung, but the sensation traveled to his groin, making his already hard cock even harder.
Sean cracked the other nipple and Viggo sobbed, “Please.”
“Legs wider,” Sean ordered.
Viggo spread his legs and Sean brought the glove down on his erection. The blow did not hurt, but the feeling of it was driving Viggo wild. The touch was too much and yet not enough at the same time.
“Touch me,” Viggo begged.
“All in good time,” Sean growled. “I paid a perfectly good green fee for this course and you interrupted the game.”
Sean stripped off his own clothes and pulled condoms and lube out of a pocket in his golf bag.
“But somehow I knew you would do something like this, so I came prepared.”
He stood for a moment, naked, gilded by the morning sun, surrounded by the lush green of the golf course and Viggo ached. He ached to be fucked by this beautiful man and he ached to capture his beauty on a canvas.
Sean knelt between his legs, opening them wider, and smearing lubrication around his puckered entrance. The blunt tip of his cock bumped Viggo and then came the wonderful feeling of being stretched and filled. Sean set the pace and Viggo struggled to keep his hands in place. Sean finally put a hand to Viggo’s aching erection and sent them both over the edge.
Afterwards, they lay entwined on the grass, until Sean finally withdrew and put his clothes back on.
“Come on, Vig,” he said cheerfully. “We have seventeen more holes to go!”
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Date: 2004-08-26 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-26 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-26 09:16 pm (UTC)maybe i should take up golf...only if i get to play with hot naked men.
Wow...
Date: 2004-08-26 07:29 pm (UTC)Re: Wow...
Date: 2004-08-26 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-26 07:31 pm (UTC)Now why couldn't my golf games be that much fun?!?! :D
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Date: 2004-08-26 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-26 07:37 pm (UTC)*grin* You know, I didn't like sports until you started writing these... now I definitely have a finer appreciation of certain sports. But boy, seventeen holes... *snort* I could make a really crude joke here, but I'll be vaguely ladylike and just say that'll be a tiring game.
*smooch*
~Kris
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Date: 2004-08-26 08:04 pm (UTC)Me too! So I won't mention anything like "I hope they fixed their divots." Can you imagine the divots they would leave?
Whoops, not so ladylike.
*gives up on being ladylike*
Yeah, tiring, very tiring. *nods*
*smooches you back*
Rae
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Date: 2004-08-26 07:39 pm (UTC)The blond placed his hands over Viggo’s, demonstrating to him the proper way to swing. Viggo cuddled into his arms, trying to distract his lover. But Sean was all business, stepping back after he got Viggo into the proper position.
Cuddling Viggo. Is this not the sexiest thing ever? I don't even like golf, but who wouldn't want lessons from Sean??
Thanks so much for this. Great fun.
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Date: 2004-08-26 08:05 pm (UTC)*feels faint*
I won't be sleeping tonight, not with that image in my head.
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-08-26 09:42 pm (UTC)“Come on, Vig,” he said cheerfully. “We have seventeen more holes to go!”
Mmmmmm....that sounds promising. =D
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Date: 2004-08-27 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-27 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-28 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-26 10:06 pm (UTC)Naked Viggo and Sean on a golf course. It'll be a miracle if I don't crash driving past the local country club tomorrow morning.
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Date: 2004-08-27 08:17 pm (UTC)Drive carefully!
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Date: 2004-08-26 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-27 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-26 11:54 pm (UTC)Oh, but they are cute!
And this was both hot and funny. :D
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Date: 2004-08-27 08:18 pm (UTC)Thank you m'am. Aim to please!
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Date: 2004-08-27 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-08-27 08:21 pm (UTC)most of what I know about Yorkshiremen comes from reading James Herriot
*feels disgustingly wholesome*
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Date: 2004-08-27 02:50 pm (UTC)err very!
Love Tara
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Date: 2004-08-27 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-28 04:05 am (UTC)*blushes*
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Date: 2004-08-28 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-28 03:53 pm (UTC)*wonders were it could be used*
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Date: 2004-08-29 02:46 am (UTC)I love grumpygolf!Viggo *G* ... wood indeed!
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Date: 2004-08-29 04:00 pm (UTC)