Fic: The Lousy Kitchen Slave (NC-17)
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rugbytackleTitle: The Lousy Kitchen Slave
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clocks
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Rugbytackle and Green Opals. If anyone else wants it, feel free to email!
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, didn't happen. Although it would be really hot if it did. But no, not true.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday tocykie! This is a birthday fic specifically written for her and I hope she likes it.
THE LOUSY KITCHEN SLAVE
Viggo had expected about ten people to turn up for Sunday lunch, fifteen, tops. But he knew he was going to have to send out for more food when he saw the Hobbits pull up in Dom's jeep in the morning, along with a bunch of people he vaguely remembered from Make Up and Catering. After that, cars didn't seem to stop pulling up, and what he had intended as a casual Sunday lunch and gathering with friends was turning into a mini festival in his backyard and house. Not that he was complaining, but he was running out of iced tea and the sandwiches were almost all gone. Thankfully, mostly everyone pitched in to help or run out for food, and Viggo found himself being bossed around the kitchen and slicing onions under Kiran's stern eye.
He was so busy that he didn't manage to see Sean slip in through the back door and give a laughing Cate a kiss on the cheek, depositing his bottle of wine on the counter. It was only when Viggo was done with the marinade that he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up, momentarily startled by the twinkle of light green eyes up close. "I heard you were turned into a kitchen slave, so I had to come see it for meself."
"Bastard." Viggo laughed, the morning's confusion and tension already melting away. "Left me to fend for myself, did you?"
"I had a feeling this would happen. Told you you're a popular bloke." Sean leaned against the counter easily, picking up a slice of garlic toast and munching on it. Viggo wished that Sean hadn't worn jeans and his blue sweater today, because he already had a tendency to stare with his mouth open. The deadly combination of sweaters and jeans and that smooth Sheffield accent only served to make things worse. Viggo closed his mouth and continued to chop cucumbers for Kiran's home-style achar before Kiran came along and threatened to flog him with a stem of cilantro.
"Well we're runnin' out of food so you better grab what you can. And if you brought your usual stash of beer, you'd better hide it because this house happens to be a magnet for thirsty, freeloading elves and hobbits." This elicited an indignant Hey! from Dom who was raiding his fridge nearby, but both men hardly took notice. For a moment Viggo had an outside glimpse of himself and Sean grinning at each other like a pair of idiots, oblivious to everyone else in the middle of a chaotic kitchen.
"Grab food, hide beer. Got it." Sean, Idiot #1, nodded wisely and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He leaned forward and looked over Viggo's shoulder. "Oi, that's not how you chop cucumbers for relish."
"Oh no?" said Viggo, Idiot #2, his body tingling when he realised just how close Sean's voice was to his ear. "Then how do you-"
"Here." Sean slid his arm around Viggo's waist to take control of his hand and show him how to hold and slant the knife, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "You want to slice it like so, mate. So you don't get all the cucumber seeds in one bite."
"Got it." Viggo had to take a deep breath to clear his head. He needed a cold Bud, fast. "Are you gonna help me chop, or boss me around like everyone else?"
Sean stepped away slightly, regarding Viggo with a gaze that he couldn't quite read. Finally he laughed, ducking his head with that shy smile that drove Viggo absolutely insane. There was something about Sean's smile that never failed to make Viggo's mouth dry, and he was sure that back home, that trademark Bean smile would be considered lethal in all 50 states.
There was a good thing about having Sean so up close, apart from testing Viggo's personal limits of control. It simply meant that he was allowed to look, and look he did. He nodded blankly as Sean rumbled on about the days back in the Ukraine where he had to fend for himself in the kitchen with just a knife and potato peeler. Instead of paying attention, Viggo found his eyes wandering to the collar of Sean's sweater, which exposed the smooth, kissable neck that he would love to press his lips against and breathe in Sean's smell. If Viggo's nose were to travel upwards and bury itself in the back of Sean's head, Sean's scent would be even stronger, yet somewhat different. It would smell of Sean's usual mint shampoo, gel and clean, manly sweat. Viggo had an urge to bend Sean over the counter and simply mouth kisses against the back of his head, to bury himself in that dark blonde heaven. Then he realised Sean was looking strangely at him, and he almost dropped his knife with a clatter.
"Jesus." Viggo pretended to examine his knife anxiously, so Sean wouldn't see him turning red. "I'm really out of it, huh?"
"Yeah." Sean looked down at the knife, tapping his fingers on the counter. He seemed as though he was going to say something, but unfortunately for Viggo, Philippa and one of the helicopter pilots came up to Sean and swept him away in a mini-tornado of animated chatter and conversation. Sean cast an apologetic look at Viggo before allowing himself to be led away, and after a mental shrug, Viggo went back to his cucumber slices, his hand a little faster, his smile a little brighter.
~
Lunch was a casual, bustling affair in Viggo's front lawn, where there was a mismatched array of tables and chairs hastily arranged together to form some kind of communal table. One of the dishes to run out first was Kiran's achar which coincidentally went very well with Viggo's grilled fish, and the accompanying red wine was never short in supply. Seeing everyone's happy and contented faces made Viggo feel temporarily confident enough to host another such party even at short demand, but what caused him to feel jittery again was that he hadn't seen much of Sean since he arrived. At lunch, Sean had sat opposite Sala and Orlando and was obviously enjoying the conversation, and Viggo, while busy playing the good host with Kiran, didn't have much opportunity to stay and talk with them. Besides, there were people here that Viggo genuinely wanted to talk to, but didn't get to see much. And he got to see Sean everyday. So he was being unreasonable, really.
"More fish!" A voice boomed at him, and Viggo was startled to see John smiling broadly at him. "Into the house you go, there's a good lad!"
"I'm not sure if there's any more." Viggo cast a doubtful glance down at the aluminium tray with the blackened, oily outline of the previous fish. "But I'll go see."
"Don't matter anyway," chimed in Dom as he walked past with a ridiculously large beach ball. "We're heading up to the coast after this. Hurry up, Viggo."
"Right." Viggo scurried back to the house, nodding pleasantly at all the guests who were collecting their belongings and heading in the opposite direction towards the numerous vehicles. He sighed once he stepped in, soaking in the quietness for the first time that day. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to follow the others to the beach after this, since he had originally wanted some quiet time, but he knew that deep down, he'd probably end up there. Maybe his daily four or five hours of sleep were starting to catch up on him, a stark reminder that he was no longer a kid who could go 48 hours without sleep.
Setting the trays in the sink, Viggo soaked them in water and wiped his hands on a dishcloth that he wasn't sure was meant for the oven or for the sink. After being around Sean so much, the man's influence was starting to rub off on Viggo and he had sporadic, sudden insane urges to see his kitchen neat and tidy, a kitchen he could actually be proud of. That Sean could be proud of. Viggo shuddered to think of the kitchen he left behind in Topanga Canyon, but felt a pang in his heart all the same when he thought of it, the same pang that appeared whenever Viggo heard Henry's name mentioned.
"You're a lousy kitchen slave." The sudden, low voice in his ear startled Viggo out of his thoughts, causing him to drop the cloth before he realised who it was. Of course. "We send you back for more fish, and I find you daydreaming by the bleedin' sink."
Viggo had to smile. "I thought everyone was off to the beach anyway."
"They are." Sean shifted behind him, but Viggo didn't turn to see where he was standing now. "I think they've buggered off and forgotten about us."
Us. The way Sean pronounced it – rhyming with ‘mousse' - made a shiver run down Viggo's back and straight to his groin. He wasn't sure if he was imagining things but Sean's voice had gotten rather low and sultry, speaking almost directly into his ear. Now Viggo simply had to turn, finding himself inbetween Sean's arms, which were leaning against the sink. Uh oh, blue sweater. Viggo forced himself to look up. Uh oh, twinkling green eyes.
"I weren't sure if we were going to get time alone." Sean's voice was a whisper now, and Viggo felt his hands fall away from the sink to slide around Viggo's waist, hands so warm that Viggo could feel their heat through his Ithaca t-shirt. Viggo closed his eyes and took a long, shuddering breath, arching his head back, unaware that he was exposing his throat to Sean. He heard a sharp intake of breath, then soft lips pressed against his skin, moving their way up to that spot under his ear.
"Sorry, Vig...just couldn't help meself." Those words mouthed against his skin was driving him crazy and for a minute Viggo couldn't quite believe that after a whole day of casting hungry looks at Sean, he was finally pressing Viggo against the sink and tugging on his earlobe gently. "Vig...ah, need to kiss you."
"Damnit Sean, just do it now." Viggo was just as surprised as Sean to hear himself growl like that, but the surprise was short-lived as both men studied each other hungrily, then their mouths met in a long, wet kiss, sealing their soft moans. Viggo felt Sean's fingertips on the back of his head, carressing gently and running through his hair, alternating between firm tugs and soft touches.
At least Sean – or Viggo – finally pulled away for breath, and Viggo just had to stare. Sean's lips were wet, soft and kiss-bruised, looking even more tempting amidst Boromir's dark blonde beard. Viggo leaned forward and licked at them, a silent plea to get them to part, and when they did, Sean's tongue was ready to dance against his, slickly sliding alongside each other as they tasted each other's mouths thoroughly, and Viggo could tell Sean had tasted every dish that Viggo personally made that afternoon. Their hips were pressing together now, Viggo's butt backed up against the sink and he sighed as Sean pulled him closer and slid his hands into the back pockets of Viggo's jeans, giving him a firm squeeze.
Sean tugged on Viggo's bottom lip for one last time before reluctantly breaking the kiss, leaning his forehead against Viggo's. "God, you won't believe how bloody long I've wanted this-"
"Try six months," said Viggo, and laughed when he saw Sean's look of surprise. "If you take your hands off my ass, I swear I'll rip that sweater right off you."
The look of surprise turned to mischief and barely concealed lust. And just a little something else. "Is that a promise?"
"You have the word of a King."
"Bastard!"
The rugbytackle sent Viggo sprawling on the floor with Sean on top of him, both grappling to be the one on top but Viggo was weak with laughter, and Sean had not been running around the kitchen all morning so he had strength and energy on his side. Still, Viggo didn't consider it a losing position at all to be pinned under Sean's lithe, muscular body, lying inbetween Viggo's legs and running a hand up and down Viggo's arm. Sean dipped his head to kiss the spot where Viggo's neck and shoulder met, and automatically his hips rose to meet Sean's, their denim-encased erections sliding against each other.
"Oh Jesus." Viggo's eyelids fluttered.
"Oh Jesus what?" said Sean innocently, using his knee to spread Viggo's legs more and sliding a hand under Viggo's t-shirt, toying with the hair all over his belly. "God, I want to bury my face in this, then move my mouth down-"
"For the love of God, please!"
"But I won't. Because I want to see your face when I do this." Sean thrust his hips against Viggo, and he could feel Sean hard and hot, pressing against his hip. "I want to look into your eyes while I rub our cocks together."
"Sean!" The word was barely a whisper, Viggo's eyes closing in ecstacy as his hips arched upwards, desperate for release. Sean finally decided to stop teasing and unzipped both their jeans, pulling his down a little bit more and Viggo could feel the tip of Sean's leaking cock pressing against his thigh, leaving behind a little trail of fluid. Then Sean raised his hips, adjusting himself slightly before lowering them again and Viggo let out a hiss as he felt Sean's cock rubbing against his, thicker and heavier and slick with pre-come.
"Sean...what if..." Viggo would barely get the words out, lost in the sensation of Sean's firm hand wrapping around both their cocks and stroking firmly upwards, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Viggo's erection before bringing his thumb to his mouth and licking it clean in front of him. Viggo's pupils dilated.
"All gone...locked the door..." Viggo had never seen Sean so close to losing control, losing control because of Viggo no less, so deliciously close to unravelling in his very own arms. At that point Viggo yanked Sean down for another long, deep kiss, his hands running through Sean's hair and making it stand up in sweaty spikes as Sean's hand returned and speeded up, curling his fingers around Viggo's erection. Then his body stilled suddenly, before Sean moaned Viggo's name and came spurting all over between both of them, and it was the wild, untamed look in Sean's eyes and him coming all over Viggo that caused him to buck his hips up and bury his face in Sean's neck, coming silently as well.
Taking a few moments to recover, Viggo blinked up at the ceiling, then looked down at Sean, whose head was resting on Viggo's heaving chest. "That's not what I wanted at all."
"What?" Sean's head snapped up at once, and he looked so worried that Viggo had to laugh and place a kiss on his forehead.
"No, you idjit, I meant that what I had fantasised about all day long – hell, all week, all month – involved us being on my bed, and me on my hands and knees-" Viggo barely got the chance to finish the sentence as Sean scrambled up and yanked Viggo up as well. Viggo found himself grinning broadly, glad that Sean understood him so well as he yanked both of them up the stairs, running up them two at a time.
Maybe it wasn't turning out to be such a bad Sunday after all.
THE END
Author:
clocksPairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Rugbytackle and Green Opals. If anyone else wants it, feel free to email!
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, didn't happen. Although it would be really hot if it did. But no, not true.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday to
cykie! This is a birthday fic specifically written for her and I hope she likes it. THE LOUSY KITCHEN SLAVE
Viggo had expected about ten people to turn up for Sunday lunch, fifteen, tops. But he knew he was going to have to send out for more food when he saw the Hobbits pull up in Dom's jeep in the morning, along with a bunch of people he vaguely remembered from Make Up and Catering. After that, cars didn't seem to stop pulling up, and what he had intended as a casual Sunday lunch and gathering with friends was turning into a mini festival in his backyard and house. Not that he was complaining, but he was running out of iced tea and the sandwiches were almost all gone. Thankfully, mostly everyone pitched in to help or run out for food, and Viggo found himself being bossed around the kitchen and slicing onions under Kiran's stern eye.
He was so busy that he didn't manage to see Sean slip in through the back door and give a laughing Cate a kiss on the cheek, depositing his bottle of wine on the counter. It was only when Viggo was done with the marinade that he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up, momentarily startled by the twinkle of light green eyes up close. "I heard you were turned into a kitchen slave, so I had to come see it for meself."
"Bastard." Viggo laughed, the morning's confusion and tension already melting away. "Left me to fend for myself, did you?"
"I had a feeling this would happen. Told you you're a popular bloke." Sean leaned against the counter easily, picking up a slice of garlic toast and munching on it. Viggo wished that Sean hadn't worn jeans and his blue sweater today, because he already had a tendency to stare with his mouth open. The deadly combination of sweaters and jeans and that smooth Sheffield accent only served to make things worse. Viggo closed his mouth and continued to chop cucumbers for Kiran's home-style achar before Kiran came along and threatened to flog him with a stem of cilantro.
"Well we're runnin' out of food so you better grab what you can. And if you brought your usual stash of beer, you'd better hide it because this house happens to be a magnet for thirsty, freeloading elves and hobbits." This elicited an indignant Hey! from Dom who was raiding his fridge nearby, but both men hardly took notice. For a moment Viggo had an outside glimpse of himself and Sean grinning at each other like a pair of idiots, oblivious to everyone else in the middle of a chaotic kitchen.
"Grab food, hide beer. Got it." Sean, Idiot #1, nodded wisely and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He leaned forward and looked over Viggo's shoulder. "Oi, that's not how you chop cucumbers for relish."
"Oh no?" said Viggo, Idiot #2, his body tingling when he realised just how close Sean's voice was to his ear. "Then how do you-"
"Here." Sean slid his arm around Viggo's waist to take control of his hand and show him how to hold and slant the knife, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "You want to slice it like so, mate. So you don't get all the cucumber seeds in one bite."
"Got it." Viggo had to take a deep breath to clear his head. He needed a cold Bud, fast. "Are you gonna help me chop, or boss me around like everyone else?"
Sean stepped away slightly, regarding Viggo with a gaze that he couldn't quite read. Finally he laughed, ducking his head with that shy smile that drove Viggo absolutely insane. There was something about Sean's smile that never failed to make Viggo's mouth dry, and he was sure that back home, that trademark Bean smile would be considered lethal in all 50 states.
There was a good thing about having Sean so up close, apart from testing Viggo's personal limits of control. It simply meant that he was allowed to look, and look he did. He nodded blankly as Sean rumbled on about the days back in the Ukraine where he had to fend for himself in the kitchen with just a knife and potato peeler. Instead of paying attention, Viggo found his eyes wandering to the collar of Sean's sweater, which exposed the smooth, kissable neck that he would love to press his lips against and breathe in Sean's smell. If Viggo's nose were to travel upwards and bury itself in the back of Sean's head, Sean's scent would be even stronger, yet somewhat different. It would smell of Sean's usual mint shampoo, gel and clean, manly sweat. Viggo had an urge to bend Sean over the counter and simply mouth kisses against the back of his head, to bury himself in that dark blonde heaven. Then he realised Sean was looking strangely at him, and he almost dropped his knife with a clatter.
"Jesus." Viggo pretended to examine his knife anxiously, so Sean wouldn't see him turning red. "I'm really out of it, huh?"
"Yeah." Sean looked down at the knife, tapping his fingers on the counter. He seemed as though he was going to say something, but unfortunately for Viggo, Philippa and one of the helicopter pilots came up to Sean and swept him away in a mini-tornado of animated chatter and conversation. Sean cast an apologetic look at Viggo before allowing himself to be led away, and after a mental shrug, Viggo went back to his cucumber slices, his hand a little faster, his smile a little brighter.
~
Lunch was a casual, bustling affair in Viggo's front lawn, where there was a mismatched array of tables and chairs hastily arranged together to form some kind of communal table. One of the dishes to run out first was Kiran's achar which coincidentally went very well with Viggo's grilled fish, and the accompanying red wine was never short in supply. Seeing everyone's happy and contented faces made Viggo feel temporarily confident enough to host another such party even at short demand, but what caused him to feel jittery again was that he hadn't seen much of Sean since he arrived. At lunch, Sean had sat opposite Sala and Orlando and was obviously enjoying the conversation, and Viggo, while busy playing the good host with Kiran, didn't have much opportunity to stay and talk with them. Besides, there were people here that Viggo genuinely wanted to talk to, but didn't get to see much. And he got to see Sean everyday. So he was being unreasonable, really.
"More fish!" A voice boomed at him, and Viggo was startled to see John smiling broadly at him. "Into the house you go, there's a good lad!"
"I'm not sure if there's any more." Viggo cast a doubtful glance down at the aluminium tray with the blackened, oily outline of the previous fish. "But I'll go see."
"Don't matter anyway," chimed in Dom as he walked past with a ridiculously large beach ball. "We're heading up to the coast after this. Hurry up, Viggo."
"Right." Viggo scurried back to the house, nodding pleasantly at all the guests who were collecting their belongings and heading in the opposite direction towards the numerous vehicles. He sighed once he stepped in, soaking in the quietness for the first time that day. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to follow the others to the beach after this, since he had originally wanted some quiet time, but he knew that deep down, he'd probably end up there. Maybe his daily four or five hours of sleep were starting to catch up on him, a stark reminder that he was no longer a kid who could go 48 hours without sleep.
Setting the trays in the sink, Viggo soaked them in water and wiped his hands on a dishcloth that he wasn't sure was meant for the oven or for the sink. After being around Sean so much, the man's influence was starting to rub off on Viggo and he had sporadic, sudden insane urges to see his kitchen neat and tidy, a kitchen he could actually be proud of. That Sean could be proud of. Viggo shuddered to think of the kitchen he left behind in Topanga Canyon, but felt a pang in his heart all the same when he thought of it, the same pang that appeared whenever Viggo heard Henry's name mentioned.
"You're a lousy kitchen slave." The sudden, low voice in his ear startled Viggo out of his thoughts, causing him to drop the cloth before he realised who it was. Of course. "We send you back for more fish, and I find you daydreaming by the bleedin' sink."
Viggo had to smile. "I thought everyone was off to the beach anyway."
"They are." Sean shifted behind him, but Viggo didn't turn to see where he was standing now. "I think they've buggered off and forgotten about us."
Us. The way Sean pronounced it – rhyming with ‘mousse' - made a shiver run down Viggo's back and straight to his groin. He wasn't sure if he was imagining things but Sean's voice had gotten rather low and sultry, speaking almost directly into his ear. Now Viggo simply had to turn, finding himself inbetween Sean's arms, which were leaning against the sink. Uh oh, blue sweater. Viggo forced himself to look up. Uh oh, twinkling green eyes.
"I weren't sure if we were going to get time alone." Sean's voice was a whisper now, and Viggo felt his hands fall away from the sink to slide around Viggo's waist, hands so warm that Viggo could feel their heat through his Ithaca t-shirt. Viggo closed his eyes and took a long, shuddering breath, arching his head back, unaware that he was exposing his throat to Sean. He heard a sharp intake of breath, then soft lips pressed against his skin, moving their way up to that spot under his ear.
"Sorry, Vig...just couldn't help meself." Those words mouthed against his skin was driving him crazy and for a minute Viggo couldn't quite believe that after a whole day of casting hungry looks at Sean, he was finally pressing Viggo against the sink and tugging on his earlobe gently. "Vig...ah, need to kiss you."
"Damnit Sean, just do it now." Viggo was just as surprised as Sean to hear himself growl like that, but the surprise was short-lived as both men studied each other hungrily, then their mouths met in a long, wet kiss, sealing their soft moans. Viggo felt Sean's fingertips on the back of his head, carressing gently and running through his hair, alternating between firm tugs and soft touches.
At least Sean – or Viggo – finally pulled away for breath, and Viggo just had to stare. Sean's lips were wet, soft and kiss-bruised, looking even more tempting amidst Boromir's dark blonde beard. Viggo leaned forward and licked at them, a silent plea to get them to part, and when they did, Sean's tongue was ready to dance against his, slickly sliding alongside each other as they tasted each other's mouths thoroughly, and Viggo could tell Sean had tasted every dish that Viggo personally made that afternoon. Their hips were pressing together now, Viggo's butt backed up against the sink and he sighed as Sean pulled him closer and slid his hands into the back pockets of Viggo's jeans, giving him a firm squeeze.
Sean tugged on Viggo's bottom lip for one last time before reluctantly breaking the kiss, leaning his forehead against Viggo's. "God, you won't believe how bloody long I've wanted this-"
"Try six months," said Viggo, and laughed when he saw Sean's look of surprise. "If you take your hands off my ass, I swear I'll rip that sweater right off you."
The look of surprise turned to mischief and barely concealed lust. And just a little something else. "Is that a promise?"
"You have the word of a King."
"Bastard!"
The rugbytackle sent Viggo sprawling on the floor with Sean on top of him, both grappling to be the one on top but Viggo was weak with laughter, and Sean had not been running around the kitchen all morning so he had strength and energy on his side. Still, Viggo didn't consider it a losing position at all to be pinned under Sean's lithe, muscular body, lying inbetween Viggo's legs and running a hand up and down Viggo's arm. Sean dipped his head to kiss the spot where Viggo's neck and shoulder met, and automatically his hips rose to meet Sean's, their denim-encased erections sliding against each other.
"Oh Jesus." Viggo's eyelids fluttered.
"Oh Jesus what?" said Sean innocently, using his knee to spread Viggo's legs more and sliding a hand under Viggo's t-shirt, toying with the hair all over his belly. "God, I want to bury my face in this, then move my mouth down-"
"For the love of God, please!"
"But I won't. Because I want to see your face when I do this." Sean thrust his hips against Viggo, and he could feel Sean hard and hot, pressing against his hip. "I want to look into your eyes while I rub our cocks together."
"Sean!" The word was barely a whisper, Viggo's eyes closing in ecstacy as his hips arched upwards, desperate for release. Sean finally decided to stop teasing and unzipped both their jeans, pulling his down a little bit more and Viggo could feel the tip of Sean's leaking cock pressing against his thigh, leaving behind a little trail of fluid. Then Sean raised his hips, adjusting himself slightly before lowering them again and Viggo let out a hiss as he felt Sean's cock rubbing against his, thicker and heavier and slick with pre-come.
"Sean...what if..." Viggo would barely get the words out, lost in the sensation of Sean's firm hand wrapping around both their cocks and stroking firmly upwards, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Viggo's erection before bringing his thumb to his mouth and licking it clean in front of him. Viggo's pupils dilated.
"All gone...locked the door..." Viggo had never seen Sean so close to losing control, losing control because of Viggo no less, so deliciously close to unravelling in his very own arms. At that point Viggo yanked Sean down for another long, deep kiss, his hands running through Sean's hair and making it stand up in sweaty spikes as Sean's hand returned and speeded up, curling his fingers around Viggo's erection. Then his body stilled suddenly, before Sean moaned Viggo's name and came spurting all over between both of them, and it was the wild, untamed look in Sean's eyes and him coming all over Viggo that caused him to buck his hips up and bury his face in Sean's neck, coming silently as well.
Taking a few moments to recover, Viggo blinked up at the ceiling, then looked down at Sean, whose head was resting on Viggo's heaving chest. "That's not what I wanted at all."
"What?" Sean's head snapped up at once, and he looked so worried that Viggo had to laugh and place a kiss on his forehead.
"No, you idjit, I meant that what I had fantasised about all day long – hell, all week, all month – involved us being on my bed, and me on my hands and knees-" Viggo barely got the chance to finish the sentence as Sean scrambled up and yanked Viggo up as well. Viggo found himself grinning broadly, glad that Sean understood him so well as he yanked both of them up the stairs, running up them two at a time.
Maybe it wasn't turning out to be such a bad Sunday after all.
THE END
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 12:01 pm (UTC)For a moment Viggo had an outside glimpse of himself and Sean grinning at each other like a pair of idiots, oblivious to everyone else in the middle of a chaotic kitchen.
Wonderful image *g*
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Date: 2004-09-17 01:25 pm (UTC)Can you imagine...
SheffieSharpe: I'd pin him down!
Dalehead: Yeah, so he can't move too much...
Dork_Elf: But look at that blow job, he's really going or it...
FrenchHobbit: Wish I could get a go...
You get the picture, yeah?????
lol
Date: 2004-09-17 01:36 pm (UTC)Re: lol
Date: 2004-09-17 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 04:07 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2004-09-17 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 09:27 pm (UTC)Uh oh, blue sweater. Viggo forced himself to look up. Uh oh, twinkling green eyes.
Oh, yeah.*g*
Missed you. Good to see you post.
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Date: 2004-09-17 09:32 pm (UTC)That was just freakin' perfect! I love Sean sneaking up on Viggo at the sink. Mmmmm.
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-18 02:22 am (UTC)The way Sean pronounced it – rhyming with ‘mousse' - made a shiver run down Viggo's back and straight to his groin. He wasn't sure if he was imagining things but Sean's voice had gotten rather low and sultry, speaking almost directly into his ear
i could hear Sean's voice, really, hell, it's still driving me mad
*faints*
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Date: 2004-09-18 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-18 07:13 am (UTC)Yikes. Had a small heart attack here. Had forgotten about the beard.
So hot, so well written. Great dialogue. Great characterization. And did I say hot?
Thanks SO much!
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Date: 2004-09-19 12:35 pm (UTC)Good to see you back!
~Kris
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Date: 2004-09-26 02:41 pm (UTC)wow
that was hot!