Ficlet: Shower Sex
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rugbytackleTitle: Shower Sex
Author: Sunshine_315 (sunshine_3152003@yahoo.co.uk)
Archive: Rugbytackling, Green Opals (all others please ask first)
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Disclaimer: None of this is true and the author does not claim it to be. No disrespect is intended towards the actors mentioned.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: slash, water!sex, unbeta-ed (so watch out for spelling errors, etc.)
Summary: Exactly what the title says and suggests.
Feedback: Yes please! My first attempt at a full-blown sex scene.
Author’s Note: For dirtysidekick, who had her own test coming up. She wanted “a water sex fic set wherever, whilst they were filing rings” so here it is. Hope your test goes/went well, and thanks for your prayers: they certainly worked!
Viggo entered the trailer to the sound of running water. It was the end of the day and Peter had worked them all hard. Now he was exhausted, just wanting something hot to eat and a good clean shower. But the sight that awaited him in the showers had Viggo forgetting all about his exhaustion and hunger. It was a sight that would have all men and women swooning, regardless of their sexual orientation. Because it was gorgeous. It was sexy.
It was Sean. And he was wet.
Sean was standing in one of the showers, under a spray of water so warm it was sending off steam which shrouded his body in a mysterious pale mist. Running a bar of soap up and down his golden skin, he was leaving behind a trail of white suds which his hands swept around in tantalizing circles.
Feeling his jeans shrink a size or two too small, particularly in the crotch area, Viggo decided that Sean Bean and water together were dangerous in large doses.
“Can it be?” he said teasingly, leaving the doorway and walking right up to his friend, narrowly avoiding the spray from the shower nozzle. “Is that actually what you look like under all of those layers of fabric and makeup?”
“Viggo!” Sean yelped, surprised by the sudden appearance of his friend. Who was currently staring openly at Sean’s naked golden body, which was dripping with soapy water. “Viggo, I’m naked!”
“I can see that,” Viggo replied smoothly. “Mind if I join you?” He didn’t wait for an answer before pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it into the corner. His pants followed soon after. Sean’s eyes latched onto Viggo’s chest, roving over the pert brown nipples and fine light hairs.
“You know,” Viggo commented as his eyes strayed over to Sean’s body, taking in his hardening cock. “You look like you could use a hand there. Literally.” And in typical Viggo style, which meant ignoring all forms of protest, he pressed his naked body up against Sean’s back and reached around his waist to grip Sean’s soapy wet cock.
“Someone could see!” Sean hissed, both in annoyance at his mate and from the soapy-slick grip of Viggo’s cut and nicked hand on his cock. He had to admit though, that the grip Viggo had on him was fantastic, sending sparks of pleasure running up his spine.
“No one’s here.”
“Orlando’s always bolting in here.”
“Orlando left with the hobbits an hour ago. I saw them go.”
“Mates don’t do this,” Sean grumbled, his voice slightly raspy. “’Specially not guy mates, either.” But the protest was weak at best, undermined by the forward jerk of his wet hips, sliding his cock further into Viggo’s palm.
“Why not?” Viggo asked. “You did a naked shower scene once, for a movie. Wasn’t that gay?”
“But none of them were bringing me off, now were they?” Sean countered. “Besides, that were football so it don’t count.”
“Does that mean you don’t like it?” Viggo asked slyly, a smirk on his lips. “’Cause I can stop then, if you want me to.” And, just like that, he released Sean’s cock and took a step backwards. But Sean was painfully aroused by now, and impatient as well, and he was having none of this.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he leaned forward and grasped Viggo’s own hard cock. Revelling in the soft wet skin, slightly sticky with precum, Sean gripped it tightly in his fist and began to pump. Viggo gasped, both at the wonderfully tight feeling and in surprise at Sean’s initiative.
“Fucking cock-tease, Vig, that’s what you are. You can’t,” Sean explained as he stroked fast and furiously, “tease a man like that and then leave him hanging. It’s not polite, see?”
“What is polite, then?” Viggo asked between gasps. Feeling weak in the knees, he leaned forward under the spray of water and rested his arms on Sean’s shoulders. The water rained down through his hair, dripping into his eyes and resting on his pinkish lips. Sean couldn’t help but lean forward and lick one of the drops off that delicious lip.
“To let him take you up the arse,” he continued calmly. Or as calmly as the situation allowed, as he had a naked, wet and horny Viggo is his grasp. Himself also being naked, wet and horny.
Viggo snorted. “Cheers for the eloquent wording, Bean.”
“You’re not one of me wives, Vig. No need to dance around with fancy words and all, let’s just be plain and honest. Now bend over proper. Here,” he grasped Viggo by the shoulders and turning him around the face the tiled wall. Bestowing a kiss on each of Viggo’s open palms, he placed them against the wall.
“Hey,” Viggo said suddenly, drawing his eyes away from the boring white tiles. “Do you know what you’re doing?” He shifted on the spot, a little apprehensive about putting himself in Sean’s hands if the man was inexperienced.
“I’m not daft, now am I? I know what to do,” Sean assured him, reaching for the bottle of hair conditioner. Snapping open the top, he poured a little bit of the slippery white substance into his palm. “Besides, you don’t do a film that’s as homosexual as Caravaggio and not pick up a few tips in the process. Relax, I’ve got you and I know what I’m doing.”
Now Viggo was confused. “Then what’s with all the complaining before about ‘mates not jacking each other off’ and ‘not being gay’ if-”
“Never said I weren’t gay,” Sean countered, cutting in quickly since he knew what Viggo was going to say. “And it’s true, mates don’t bring each other off. Pierce Brosnan and I are mates and I’ve never touched him below the waist. Think he’d kill me if I ever tried,” he added thoughtfully. “But you’re not a mate. You’re more. You’re Viggo. And you’re mine.”
As he said this, he parted Viggo’s buttocks, stopping briefly to watch the water run down between the round cheeks, before easing one of his slick fingers in. Viggo let out a low moan, wriggling a little to ease the slight burn. Sean moved it around for a bit, before trying to add a second finger.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he grunted, his fingers gripped tightly. “Have you done this before?”
“Yes,” Viggo gasped, ignoring the dubious look Sean was sending him. “But it’s been a long time.”
Sean’s finger suddenly brushed something deep inside him, and Viggo’s body went rigid. Sean stopped, afraid he might have hurt his best mate, but his fears were cast aside when Viggo started thrashing around wantonly and pleading like a street whore, his legs stretched as far apart as they could go without throwing him off balance.
“Oh Sean. Oh God oh god oh please. Just do it, Sean. Do it. Do it now, please! Fuck me. Oh, fuck me, please!!!” He rambled quickly and nearly incoherently, and the flash of pleasure crossing his face was enough permission for Sean. Slicking up his cock as best he could while trembling with longing, Sean removed his fingers hastily and positioned himself. Wanting to draw it out, but not able to for fear that he would explode, Sean drove into Viggo in one smooth thrust.
This time Viggo didn’t gasp, he yelped. Sean could see from the bunched up muscles in Viggo’s back and his harsh and laboured breathing that his mate was hurting.
So even though every nerve in his body was protesting, Sean kept from drawing back and thrusting again. Instead, Sean held still and soothed him, kissing a gentle path up Viggo’s trembling back. The water from the shower was still running down Sean’s own back, and he leaned so that his hair caught the falling drops. Shaking his now-soaken head, he spread the droplets onto Viggo’s tanned back and began to lick them up one by one.
By the time Sean had finished, Viggo was squirming from the ticklish but pleasurable sensations.
“Please please please please,” was all that he kept repeating, and finally Sean took pity on him, as well as his own cock, and began to thrust. Slowly at first, and then speeding up. Viggo ceased to make sense as his words turned into moans and whimpers of pleasure, mingling with Sean’s own grunts. In and out, in and out, again and again and again until the tight heat surrounding his cock and the wet heat cascading down his back became too much and Sean came hard. Viggo came soon after, crying out softly before becoming limp and leaning all of his weight against the cool shower wall.
Carefully, a mass of wet, hot and sticky arms and legs, Sean managed to lower them both safely to the ground.
“Wow,” Viggo said when he could finally speak coherently again, as he and Sean lay slumped on the shower floor, the water puddled all round them. “Guess you really did know what you were doing.”
“Hmm,” Sean mumbled. He stretched his aching muscles, yawning tiredly. Viggo, though, apparently didn’t feel the same way.
“Up for another round?”
The End
Author: Sunshine_315 (sunshine_3152003@yahoo.co.uk)
Archive: Rugbytackling, Green Opals (all others please ask first)
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Disclaimer: None of this is true and the author does not claim it to be. No disrespect is intended towards the actors mentioned.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: slash, water!sex, unbeta-ed (so watch out for spelling errors, etc.)
Summary: Exactly what the title says and suggests.
Feedback: Yes please! My first attempt at a full-blown sex scene.
Author’s Note: For dirtysidekick, who had her own test coming up. She wanted “a water sex fic set wherever, whilst they were filing rings” so here it is. Hope your test goes/went well, and thanks for your prayers: they certainly worked!
Viggo entered the trailer to the sound of running water. It was the end of the day and Peter had worked them all hard. Now he was exhausted, just wanting something hot to eat and a good clean shower. But the sight that awaited him in the showers had Viggo forgetting all about his exhaustion and hunger. It was a sight that would have all men and women swooning, regardless of their sexual orientation. Because it was gorgeous. It was sexy.
It was Sean. And he was wet.
Sean was standing in one of the showers, under a spray of water so warm it was sending off steam which shrouded his body in a mysterious pale mist. Running a bar of soap up and down his golden skin, he was leaving behind a trail of white suds which his hands swept around in tantalizing circles.
Feeling his jeans shrink a size or two too small, particularly in the crotch area, Viggo decided that Sean Bean and water together were dangerous in large doses.
“Can it be?” he said teasingly, leaving the doorway and walking right up to his friend, narrowly avoiding the spray from the shower nozzle. “Is that actually what you look like under all of those layers of fabric and makeup?”
“Viggo!” Sean yelped, surprised by the sudden appearance of his friend. Who was currently staring openly at Sean’s naked golden body, which was dripping with soapy water. “Viggo, I’m naked!”
“I can see that,” Viggo replied smoothly. “Mind if I join you?” He didn’t wait for an answer before pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it into the corner. His pants followed soon after. Sean’s eyes latched onto Viggo’s chest, roving over the pert brown nipples and fine light hairs.
“You know,” Viggo commented as his eyes strayed over to Sean’s body, taking in his hardening cock. “You look like you could use a hand there. Literally.” And in typical Viggo style, which meant ignoring all forms of protest, he pressed his naked body up against Sean’s back and reached around his waist to grip Sean’s soapy wet cock.
“Someone could see!” Sean hissed, both in annoyance at his mate and from the soapy-slick grip of Viggo’s cut and nicked hand on his cock. He had to admit though, that the grip Viggo had on him was fantastic, sending sparks of pleasure running up his spine.
“No one’s here.”
“Orlando’s always bolting in here.”
“Orlando left with the hobbits an hour ago. I saw them go.”
“Mates don’t do this,” Sean grumbled, his voice slightly raspy. “’Specially not guy mates, either.” But the protest was weak at best, undermined by the forward jerk of his wet hips, sliding his cock further into Viggo’s palm.
“Why not?” Viggo asked. “You did a naked shower scene once, for a movie. Wasn’t that gay?”
“But none of them were bringing me off, now were they?” Sean countered. “Besides, that were football so it don’t count.”
“Does that mean you don’t like it?” Viggo asked slyly, a smirk on his lips. “’Cause I can stop then, if you want me to.” And, just like that, he released Sean’s cock and took a step backwards. But Sean was painfully aroused by now, and impatient as well, and he was having none of this.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he leaned forward and grasped Viggo’s own hard cock. Revelling in the soft wet skin, slightly sticky with precum, Sean gripped it tightly in his fist and began to pump. Viggo gasped, both at the wonderfully tight feeling and in surprise at Sean’s initiative.
“Fucking cock-tease, Vig, that’s what you are. You can’t,” Sean explained as he stroked fast and furiously, “tease a man like that and then leave him hanging. It’s not polite, see?”
“What is polite, then?” Viggo asked between gasps. Feeling weak in the knees, he leaned forward under the spray of water and rested his arms on Sean’s shoulders. The water rained down through his hair, dripping into his eyes and resting on his pinkish lips. Sean couldn’t help but lean forward and lick one of the drops off that delicious lip.
“To let him take you up the arse,” he continued calmly. Or as calmly as the situation allowed, as he had a naked, wet and horny Viggo is his grasp. Himself also being naked, wet and horny.
Viggo snorted. “Cheers for the eloquent wording, Bean.”
“You’re not one of me wives, Vig. No need to dance around with fancy words and all, let’s just be plain and honest. Now bend over proper. Here,” he grasped Viggo by the shoulders and turning him around the face the tiled wall. Bestowing a kiss on each of Viggo’s open palms, he placed them against the wall.
“Hey,” Viggo said suddenly, drawing his eyes away from the boring white tiles. “Do you know what you’re doing?” He shifted on the spot, a little apprehensive about putting himself in Sean’s hands if the man was inexperienced.
“I’m not daft, now am I? I know what to do,” Sean assured him, reaching for the bottle of hair conditioner. Snapping open the top, he poured a little bit of the slippery white substance into his palm. “Besides, you don’t do a film that’s as homosexual as Caravaggio and not pick up a few tips in the process. Relax, I’ve got you and I know what I’m doing.”
Now Viggo was confused. “Then what’s with all the complaining before about ‘mates not jacking each other off’ and ‘not being gay’ if-”
“Never said I weren’t gay,” Sean countered, cutting in quickly since he knew what Viggo was going to say. “And it’s true, mates don’t bring each other off. Pierce Brosnan and I are mates and I’ve never touched him below the waist. Think he’d kill me if I ever tried,” he added thoughtfully. “But you’re not a mate. You’re more. You’re Viggo. And you’re mine.”
As he said this, he parted Viggo’s buttocks, stopping briefly to watch the water run down between the round cheeks, before easing one of his slick fingers in. Viggo let out a low moan, wriggling a little to ease the slight burn. Sean moved it around for a bit, before trying to add a second finger.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he grunted, his fingers gripped tightly. “Have you done this before?”
“Yes,” Viggo gasped, ignoring the dubious look Sean was sending him. “But it’s been a long time.”
Sean’s finger suddenly brushed something deep inside him, and Viggo’s body went rigid. Sean stopped, afraid he might have hurt his best mate, but his fears were cast aside when Viggo started thrashing around wantonly and pleading like a street whore, his legs stretched as far apart as they could go without throwing him off balance.
“Oh Sean. Oh God oh god oh please. Just do it, Sean. Do it. Do it now, please! Fuck me. Oh, fuck me, please!!!” He rambled quickly and nearly incoherently, and the flash of pleasure crossing his face was enough permission for Sean. Slicking up his cock as best he could while trembling with longing, Sean removed his fingers hastily and positioned himself. Wanting to draw it out, but not able to for fear that he would explode, Sean drove into Viggo in one smooth thrust.
This time Viggo didn’t gasp, he yelped. Sean could see from the bunched up muscles in Viggo’s back and his harsh and laboured breathing that his mate was hurting.
So even though every nerve in his body was protesting, Sean kept from drawing back and thrusting again. Instead, Sean held still and soothed him, kissing a gentle path up Viggo’s trembling back. The water from the shower was still running down Sean’s own back, and he leaned so that his hair caught the falling drops. Shaking his now-soaken head, he spread the droplets onto Viggo’s tanned back and began to lick them up one by one.
By the time Sean had finished, Viggo was squirming from the ticklish but pleasurable sensations.
“Please please please please,” was all that he kept repeating, and finally Sean took pity on him, as well as his own cock, and began to thrust. Slowly at first, and then speeding up. Viggo ceased to make sense as his words turned into moans and whimpers of pleasure, mingling with Sean’s own grunts. In and out, in and out, again and again and again until the tight heat surrounding his cock and the wet heat cascading down his back became too much and Sean came hard. Viggo came soon after, crying out softly before becoming limp and leaning all of his weight against the cool shower wall.
Carefully, a mass of wet, hot and sticky arms and legs, Sean managed to lower them both safely to the ground.
“Wow,” Viggo said when he could finally speak coherently again, as he and Sean lay slumped on the shower floor, the water puddled all round them. “Guess you really did know what you were doing.”
“Hmm,” Sean mumbled. He stretched his aching muscles, yawning tiredly. Viggo, though, apparently didn’t feel the same way.
“Up for another round?”
The End
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Date: 2004-09-05 03:53 am (UTC)Um ... I think I need a shower now!!!
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Date: 2004-09-05 05:10 am (UTC)very hot!
Woah...
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Date: 2004-09-05 10:21 am (UTC)~Kris
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Date: 2004-09-05 07:48 pm (UTC)Oh yeah! I totally agree with that! Male or female, none could resist that.
Very hot fic!