SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 10
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rugbytackleSPARRING PARTNERS - PART 10 (I really, really had fun writing this chapter. I hope you like reading it!)
Here's a new fic with Viggo and Bean. Give it a try, okay? I hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
**Don't be too worried about the het aspects at this point. We'll end up where we wanna be, I promise.**
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Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archive: Rugbytackle
Warnings: Don't read it unless you're old enough and mature enough, 'kay? A little angsty, I suppose.
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings exist but belong to others. Viggo and Sean had nothing to do with any of it. Not beta'd. All errors are mine alone.
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Previous part can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=shegollum&keyword=SPARRING+PARTNERS&filter=all
Viggo and Maritza had slipped out a side door and headed toward her car. It was only once they were outside in the cool night, him pressing her up against the frame of her car that Viggo began to allow himself to realize that this was too forced, too misdirected, too little of what he wanted now. As these thoughts fought back against the testosterone he’d worked up pretty well by then, he knew that Maritza sensed the change in him. He instantly regretted that he’d put either of them in this situation.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her hair. “It’s not you…it’s me. I’m really sorry. I just can’t…not with someone else…not now.”
He felt her stiffen and knew he deserved no less than whatever she was going to throw at him, physically or verbally. She drew back from him, angry, eyes narrowed. She hissed at him in heavily accented English, “It’s not even another woman, is it? It’s that man you were with in there! You stupid fag! How dare you try to act like a man! He was watching us in the hallway. Did you know that? He saw us, so don’t think he will be inside pining away for you.” She slapped him hard, a fingernail or ring catching his skin and leaving a thin red streak across his cheekbone. He was accepting of the blow for what he had done, but was infuriated by her words. He grabbed her hand as she drew back again, knowing as she started to frame her lips for a ‘q’ sound what word would follow, livid at her rush to judge him on that basis. He was ashamed of his actions, not of his feelings for Sean.
“I think you should go home. Or go back inside,” he said evenly. “I apologize for my mistake but you have now gone too far yourself.” She whirled around and stormed back into the pub while he stood there for a moment, beginning to realize just how foolish he had been, how cowardly. He wanted to see Sean, to talk to him honestly, and he headed back inside frustrated, confused and pissed. He roamed the pub, noting that Maritza and a couple of other girls left as a group, never looking at him. Where the fuck was Sean? He wanted to clear the air and figure out whatever the hell was going on between them and hopefully, get Sean to hear him out. If Sean wanted no part of what Viggo wanted to offer at that point, then he could live with that, but he couldn’t continue without honestly letting him know what he was feeling. He wanted desperately to be done with this awkward dance they were caught in, this confused disconnection they had created. He missed his friend.
Finally giving up on finding him in the pub, he checked with the bartender, sure that Sean must have slipped out with someone. To his surprise, the man told him that Sean had left alone after asking him where he could find a nearby hotel. Viggo got the details and took off into the dark to find Sean, needing to understand what was going on.
* * * * *
Once there, he lost confidence in why he’d come. He couldn’t very well demand entrance to his friend’s room in the middle of the night. He tried calling Sean's cell from the lobby phone but got no response. He sat for a moment, unsure of what to do next and considering heading back to his trailer alone. He looked up as he felt a change in the way the lobby lights fell on him, realizing as his eyes swept upward that he was looking at the long, lean body of his best friend. His eyes met the other man’s. Sean. Viggo was holding his breath a bit, and he tried to remind his body to function normally. He felt like he was on some precipice – had that same slightly queasy feeling and an instinctive pull of the muscles in the calves of his legs. He felt this way when he was up high with no walls or railings. It was exhilarating yet scary as hell.
Sean was just looking at him, the slightest hint of a question in those vivid green eyes. He looked tired, sad, and a bit drunk. Viggo couldn’t help himself; he stood up, clasping his arms around his friend – this beloved man – and pulling him close. Over Sean’s shoulder he could see the entrance to the hotel bar and realized that Sean had just come from there. He stepped back so that he could look him in the face.
“Last place too lowbrow for you or something?” he teased gently.
Sean didn’t say anything, but he cocked his head to one side, a corner of his mouth hitching up in a smirk.
They were looking at each other, really seeing each other for the first time in days and feeling somehow like they were breathing in cool, clean air after a long time in a more barren place. Something passed between their unguarded eyes and then they both rushed to speak, crashing their words into and over each other’s. They stopped simultaneously and Sean took another deep breath, looking down so intently he may have been seeking validation that the floor beneath him existed still.
He quietly asked, “The girl, Vig?”
Viggo ached for being such an ass and for making Sean have to ask. Wanting to share it all and acknowledge the oddness and wrongness of the way he'd acted in some embarrassing way that seemed due penance for his idiocy, he plunged into a Viggo-esque stream of consciousness. He offered everything freely and in the only way that made sense to him as it poured out of him.
“Sean...I did meet a girl...Maritza…you recall that she was the one at the bar...bought me a couple of Jameson’s. That was flattering, you know. And I was being a dick and trying to play the game we’d sent ourselves there to play, too, so she seemed someone I could...I was stupid. I tried...she would have gone as far as I wanted...I tried, tried to want to be with her. Does that even make sense? To want her would be so much easier.”
He stopped, struggling for words, running his hand – Sean suddenly noticed how large his hands were, and how nicked with red and brown cuts and scrapes; they looked warm – through the rich brown-blonde shagginess, managing to look embarrassed, sorrowful and angry in a cycle of masks that flickered across his face.
“Kissing her was fine, Sean. She was probably a lot of what I would have wanted...until just lately...when I realized there was so much more that I could want...maybe even have...here. Fuck, Sean, I want you. Nothing else anymore. I want you.”
As Viggo was saying this, he finally stilled his hand at the nape of his neck and kept his gaze pointed somewhere past Sean. With the final ‘you’, Sean could see his eyelids squeeze shut tightly as though he were steeling himself for whatever was to come. With light switch quickness though, Sean found himself looking into wide-open gray-blue eyes that were as clear and knowing as any he’d seen in a long time. He stepped forward – just a half a small step – and looked directly back into Viggo’s eyes, wishing like hell he had the same courage. Suddenly realizing that he did.
He started to speak but then words didn’t come. He dropped his clenched hand to his chest, barely conscious of pressing it open against his heartbeat.
“Here, Vig,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve always had you in me heart since I’ve known you.” He paused, surprised to realize that he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust his voice to continue without cracking and failing. When he spoke again, he whispered. “It has changed for me, too, Viggo. I meant what I said that night. I love you. I want to love you...if you’ll let me try.”
Viggo wasn’t sure at first that he could trust what he was hearing. He felt something akin to that uncomfortable lurching feeling that comes with waking up in a class or meeting, thinking you got the general idea of the conversation that had taken place but not sure enough to comment on it. He felt a lot more confident in what he’d heard when Sean impulsively grabbed Viggo’s right hand with his left, holding it tightly in his own as he again pressed against his heart, fiercely whispering, “You’re here. I love you, Viggo” as he came closer and leaned his forehead against the other man’s, the space that had been between them now fully negated.
* * * * *
They stood like that for a silent moment, neither wanting to move for fear of being thrust forward or backward in this new thing they were finding. Back was no longer an option – words had been spoken that could not be taken back. Forward was an enticing unknown. They allowed themselves this simple luxury of embracing and knowing.
* * * * *
Sean hugged Viggo tighter finally, lowering his mouth to the other’s ear, “I have a room here now. Will you come up?”
Viggo’s face tilted up, a slow wide smile touching his lips as he nodded. Sean smiled back at him, a roguish smirk overtaking his mouth as he ran his thumb along the red mark on Viggo’s cheek, mistaking what it was in the dim light.
“I’d try kissing you right here, mate, but I’d prefer that you get her lipstick off of you first.”
Viggo had the decency to blush a little as he leaned close again and whispered, “Maybe you could help me get cleaned up, yeah?”
Their eyes met, grins erupted and they both headed for the stairs, bolting up them two and three steps at a time rather than waiting for the elevator.
* * * * *
Once in Sean’s room, Viggo decided he wanted a full shower…and not necessarily a solitary one. He stripped off his shirt on his way to the bathroom, looking for a washcloth and a toothbrush, leaving the door open while he cleaned up. He wanted to give Sean a little time to settle his nerves – just in case his friend felt like he wanted to take this slower. He wasn’t a saint, however, and really didn’t feel inclined to give him too much alone time.
Spitting out his mouthwash, he drank a few sips of water, allowing himself to focus on his own feelings. As soon as he thought of the man in the other room, and the things they’d finally said to each other downstairs, he felt his abdomen tighten with a sense of anticipation, his cock immediately coming to attention enough to make that damn seam down his crotch mighty uncomfortable. With a sure and eager smile, he strode back into the main room of the suite, happy to see Sean just closing the door behind him on his way back in with a filled ice bucket, his unbuttoned shirt revealing his taut muscular stomach and chest. He saw Viggo and grinned, setting the ice down immediately, moving toward him quickly. Viggo caught those welcoming lips with his own, their tongues intertwining sinuously, both groaning and feeling the groan of the other. Viggo had his hands up under the back of Sean’s shirt, his fingertips stroking over those new yet familiar shapes, planes he’d seen but never touched unclothed. He was in heaven. He grabbed Sean’s ass with one hand, roughly squeezing the cheek as he bit down on Sean’s bottom lip, growling into his open mouth, “I’m taking a shower. Come with me...please.” He felt Sean’s smile under his mouth and knew he’d been answered.
He stepped back, his eyes raking over Sean, feeling his own cock jump with the realization that Sean’s green glimmering eyes were doing the same to him. He kissed him again, opening his mouth and licking along the other man’s lips, loving the sensation of soft, firm skin contrasted with the spiky springiness of Sean’s stubble. He couldn’t help but wonder what ecstasies that subtle abrasiveness would cause elsewhere – and he was dying now to find out. He opened his eyes and let his hands caress the man in front of him, watching that beloved sexy face all full of angles and strength, contradicting itself with half-closed eyes full of want and half-open mouth speaking of need.
“Sean...I need to say this...,” Viggo couldn’t stop tasting and touching Sean – interspersing his words with kisses, strokes of his thumbs along cheekbones or ears, pulling himself closer but making sure they were looking each other full in the face. “I need to know this first...whatever happens here...our friendship has got to be okay...I cannot lose you as a friend...I won’t risk that. Tell me...”
Sean was looking at his friend, wondering how he’d lived this long without running his tongue over that scar. He quickly remedied that oversight, smiling as he did so. It was damned hard to get to these days! He thought about what it might be like to kiss him later on, after the Alatriste mustache was gone and liked that he was even thinking of that. But Viggo’s words were sinking in, pulling him fully back into the present. He felt just what Viggo meant -- knew all the way through himself that he felt the same. As dizzy with lust and discovery as he was right now, as complete as they felt in this moment, he knew that the pleasures ahead would still not be worth the loss of their friendship.
“No, Viggo,” he replied. “That is forever, love. No matter what. I promise you that.”
It was enough for them now and they both welcomed the confirmation with increased passions, almost stumbling over one another as they undressed hurriedly. Viggo crouched and pulled Sean’s pants off of him, reverently kissing at his belly as he did so, feeling his smooth and muscular ass in his hands. Sean still had his open shirt on and he started to shrug out of it, forgetting that he’d not yet undone the buttons at his wrists. He growled with aggravation and Viggo looked up, eyebrow raised at what he saw and quickly reaching out to still Sean’s frustrated movements which appeared to be only about one or two steps short of just ripping the cuffs over his hands, letting the buttons fly. Viggo saw all of this as too good a thing to pass up.
“Fuck, Sean,” he rasped, looking up at his new lover with lust-clouded eyes. “Let me, okay?”
He saw a smirk dawning on Sean’s face as he pulled the Englishman over to the tall, oversized club chair, turning him around to face it as he drew his arms back sharply, twisting the excess fabric of the shirt around to further bind his hands. He forced his foot between Sean’s, kicking them apart and thrusting him forward, making him bend for him, leaning over the arm of the chair. Sean hissed, but Viggo knew it wasn’t from discomfort or frustration anymore. In the low light of the room’s only lit lamp, he stood back and took in all of Sean with his eyes. He was sinfully gorgeous: all muscle and sinew and sweat, his chest moving with excited breaths, his cock jutting forward, his ass on full display. Dropping a kiss on that ass, Viggo stepped out of his own jeans quickly, kicking them aside and moved to find his place against that body, mimicking and molding himself to Sean’s position, feeling the scrape of buttons and fabric and the brush of bound hands against his cock. He slid down, wanting to feel his cock against that ass. He spread his checks, finding the fit he needed as he slid his length up and down the crease, not asking for more, just wanting to feel this for a moment. Sean groaned and dug his restricted fingers into the hair above Viggo’s groin, asking for more contact.
Viggo couldn’t resist licking a line up the indentation of Sean’s spine, stopping to kiss or suck here or there. He could hear sounds of surrender from the man beneath him and his cock throbbed in response, the ache building.
“Now,” he huskily ordered, pulling Sean upright and using his contrived binds to guide him, shoving him gently-roughly forward toward the bathroom. The second Sean’s foot crossed the demarcation between the common room and the bath, Viggo yanked back on the wound shirt, stopping him and spinning him around, using his entire body to flatten him against the door, his mouth on Sean’s even before the door slammed into the wall behind it.
“I want you, Sean...I want this,” Viggo breathed as he slid down the long, almost elegantly muscled torso, loving the way his tightly bound hands caused his chest and shoulders to push forward, the veins and muscles in his upper arms standing out in the stark honest beauty of his masculinity. Viggo dropped to his knees, immediately licking the length of Sean’s thick cock, smiling at the groan from above, unable to stop his own appreciative sounds as he inhaled Sean’s scent, felt the muscled thighs – one under his hand now, the other braced against the side of his chest under his other arm – and took him in his mouth in one slow rapturous slide.
The sounds Sean made may have started as words but they lost any such structure by the time they reached Viggo’s ears. He opened wider and grabbed Sean’s hips, encouraging him to thrust forward into him. He was enjoying learning how to take all of the long shaft and discerning what caused the responses he was rapidly falling in love with. His tongue continually worked along the underside of Sean’s cock as he moved up and down his length, rewarded constantly with reciprocal motions as Sean half-whispered, half-moaned, “Please, Vig. Undo me hands.”
Viggo looked up into hooded green eyes gazing down from a head thrown back in sheer abandon. The look in Sean’s eyes – so purely animal, so hunter-like – caused Viggo to move immediately. He was so very eager for more. He ground against his lover as he reached around him, quickly freeing his hands, then gasping as those hands immediately worked to make up for lost time. They were everywhere and then suddenly they were right where they belonged, one on either side of Viggo’s face, stilled and quiet as those green eyes tore into him, through him. The rawness was breathtaking. And sexy as hell.
Frantic forceful kisses stopped only very briefly as they got the hot water running and found each other again in the roomy shower. Sean quickly dropped to suck Viggo into his mouth, a sensation so new and erotic that he felt like he might come right then. He pulled himself back slowly and deliberately – flicking his tongue over the silvery drop of come on the head of Viggo’s cock, closing his eyes and searching for the taste. His taste. He felt a small, private smile touch his lips as he found it – knowing that he’d found this and it was his. Glancing up, he saw his lover watching him, mouth gently curved, eyes narrowed in lust and want and need. Sean was as turned on as he’d ever felt in his life and he eagerly wrapped his lips around Viggo’s cock again, focusing on giving pleasure to this man he realized he loved with what was now a beautiful ache. He couldn’t help but drop a hand down to his own straining rod, pumping himself in time with the back and forth motion of his mouth over Viggo’s taut-skinned shaft.
Just then, he heard Viggo gasp his name, “No...Sean, stop. Too close.” Sean stopped only long enough to growl back, “Not close enough, love” and then he was sharing Viggo’s orgasm with him, swallowing every pulse of the hot come, feeling his own cock spurting against Viggo’s calf and the shower wall beyond him. He felt his lover's thighs shaking with his orgasm and the strain of standing through it and he gripped his body tightly, sliding himself up along him until they stood face to face again. He was looking at the face of a one-time angel, an unimaginable amalgamation of post-orgasmic bliss, trust, sleepiness, swollen reddened lickable lips...and something else. He was watching him for that tiny slice of time, savoring the taste of him still, when he suddenly knew what else he saw there. The instant the thought crossed his mind, the angel’s otherworldly blue eyes strayed open and he breathed out the word.
“Love.” He pulled Sean closer with a kiss leaning against him and whispering “I love you,” as they stood wrapped together in the heavy, warm mist.
Here's a new fic with Viggo and Bean. Give it a try, okay? I hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
**Don't be too worried about the het aspects at this point. We'll end up where we wanna be, I promise.**
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Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archive: Rugbytackle
Warnings: Don't read it unless you're old enough and mature enough, 'kay? A little angsty, I suppose.
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings exist but belong to others. Viggo and Sean had nothing to do with any of it. Not beta'd. All errors are mine alone.
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Previous part can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=shegollum&keyword=SPARRING+PARTNERS&filter=all
Viggo and Maritza had slipped out a side door and headed toward her car. It was only once they were outside in the cool night, him pressing her up against the frame of her car that Viggo began to allow himself to realize that this was too forced, too misdirected, too little of what he wanted now. As these thoughts fought back against the testosterone he’d worked up pretty well by then, he knew that Maritza sensed the change in him. He instantly regretted that he’d put either of them in this situation.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her hair. “It’s not you…it’s me. I’m really sorry. I just can’t…not with someone else…not now.”
He felt her stiffen and knew he deserved no less than whatever she was going to throw at him, physically or verbally. She drew back from him, angry, eyes narrowed. She hissed at him in heavily accented English, “It’s not even another woman, is it? It’s that man you were with in there! You stupid fag! How dare you try to act like a man! He was watching us in the hallway. Did you know that? He saw us, so don’t think he will be inside pining away for you.” She slapped him hard, a fingernail or ring catching his skin and leaving a thin red streak across his cheekbone. He was accepting of the blow for what he had done, but was infuriated by her words. He grabbed her hand as she drew back again, knowing as she started to frame her lips for a ‘q’ sound what word would follow, livid at her rush to judge him on that basis. He was ashamed of his actions, not of his feelings for Sean.
“I think you should go home. Or go back inside,” he said evenly. “I apologize for my mistake but you have now gone too far yourself.” She whirled around and stormed back into the pub while he stood there for a moment, beginning to realize just how foolish he had been, how cowardly. He wanted to see Sean, to talk to him honestly, and he headed back inside frustrated, confused and pissed. He roamed the pub, noting that Maritza and a couple of other girls left as a group, never looking at him. Where the fuck was Sean? He wanted to clear the air and figure out whatever the hell was going on between them and hopefully, get Sean to hear him out. If Sean wanted no part of what Viggo wanted to offer at that point, then he could live with that, but he couldn’t continue without honestly letting him know what he was feeling. He wanted desperately to be done with this awkward dance they were caught in, this confused disconnection they had created. He missed his friend.
Finally giving up on finding him in the pub, he checked with the bartender, sure that Sean must have slipped out with someone. To his surprise, the man told him that Sean had left alone after asking him where he could find a nearby hotel. Viggo got the details and took off into the dark to find Sean, needing to understand what was going on.
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Once there, he lost confidence in why he’d come. He couldn’t very well demand entrance to his friend’s room in the middle of the night. He tried calling Sean's cell from the lobby phone but got no response. He sat for a moment, unsure of what to do next and considering heading back to his trailer alone. He looked up as he felt a change in the way the lobby lights fell on him, realizing as his eyes swept upward that he was looking at the long, lean body of his best friend. His eyes met the other man’s. Sean. Viggo was holding his breath a bit, and he tried to remind his body to function normally. He felt like he was on some precipice – had that same slightly queasy feeling and an instinctive pull of the muscles in the calves of his legs. He felt this way when he was up high with no walls or railings. It was exhilarating yet scary as hell.
Sean was just looking at him, the slightest hint of a question in those vivid green eyes. He looked tired, sad, and a bit drunk. Viggo couldn’t help himself; he stood up, clasping his arms around his friend – this beloved man – and pulling him close. Over Sean’s shoulder he could see the entrance to the hotel bar and realized that Sean had just come from there. He stepped back so that he could look him in the face.
“Last place too lowbrow for you or something?” he teased gently.
Sean didn’t say anything, but he cocked his head to one side, a corner of his mouth hitching up in a smirk.
They were looking at each other, really seeing each other for the first time in days and feeling somehow like they were breathing in cool, clean air after a long time in a more barren place. Something passed between their unguarded eyes and then they both rushed to speak, crashing their words into and over each other’s. They stopped simultaneously and Sean took another deep breath, looking down so intently he may have been seeking validation that the floor beneath him existed still.
He quietly asked, “The girl, Vig?”
Viggo ached for being such an ass and for making Sean have to ask. Wanting to share it all and acknowledge the oddness and wrongness of the way he'd acted in some embarrassing way that seemed due penance for his idiocy, he plunged into a Viggo-esque stream of consciousness. He offered everything freely and in the only way that made sense to him as it poured out of him.
“Sean...I did meet a girl...Maritza…you recall that she was the one at the bar...bought me a couple of Jameson’s. That was flattering, you know. And I was being a dick and trying to play the game we’d sent ourselves there to play, too, so she seemed someone I could...I was stupid. I tried...she would have gone as far as I wanted...I tried, tried to want to be with her. Does that even make sense? To want her would be so much easier.”
He stopped, struggling for words, running his hand – Sean suddenly noticed how large his hands were, and how nicked with red and brown cuts and scrapes; they looked warm – through the rich brown-blonde shagginess, managing to look embarrassed, sorrowful and angry in a cycle of masks that flickered across his face.
“Kissing her was fine, Sean. She was probably a lot of what I would have wanted...until just lately...when I realized there was so much more that I could want...maybe even have...here. Fuck, Sean, I want you. Nothing else anymore. I want you.”
As Viggo was saying this, he finally stilled his hand at the nape of his neck and kept his gaze pointed somewhere past Sean. With the final ‘you’, Sean could see his eyelids squeeze shut tightly as though he were steeling himself for whatever was to come. With light switch quickness though, Sean found himself looking into wide-open gray-blue eyes that were as clear and knowing as any he’d seen in a long time. He stepped forward – just a half a small step – and looked directly back into Viggo’s eyes, wishing like hell he had the same courage. Suddenly realizing that he did.
He started to speak but then words didn’t come. He dropped his clenched hand to his chest, barely conscious of pressing it open against his heartbeat.
“Here, Vig,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve always had you in me heart since I’ve known you.” He paused, surprised to realize that he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust his voice to continue without cracking and failing. When he spoke again, he whispered. “It has changed for me, too, Viggo. I meant what I said that night. I love you. I want to love you...if you’ll let me try.”
Viggo wasn’t sure at first that he could trust what he was hearing. He felt something akin to that uncomfortable lurching feeling that comes with waking up in a class or meeting, thinking you got the general idea of the conversation that had taken place but not sure enough to comment on it. He felt a lot more confident in what he’d heard when Sean impulsively grabbed Viggo’s right hand with his left, holding it tightly in his own as he again pressed against his heart, fiercely whispering, “You’re here. I love you, Viggo” as he came closer and leaned his forehead against the other man’s, the space that had been between them now fully negated.
* * * * *
They stood like that for a silent moment, neither wanting to move for fear of being thrust forward or backward in this new thing they were finding. Back was no longer an option – words had been spoken that could not be taken back. Forward was an enticing unknown. They allowed themselves this simple luxury of embracing and knowing.
* * * * *
Sean hugged Viggo tighter finally, lowering his mouth to the other’s ear, “I have a room here now. Will you come up?”
Viggo’s face tilted up, a slow wide smile touching his lips as he nodded. Sean smiled back at him, a roguish smirk overtaking his mouth as he ran his thumb along the red mark on Viggo’s cheek, mistaking what it was in the dim light.
“I’d try kissing you right here, mate, but I’d prefer that you get her lipstick off of you first.”
Viggo had the decency to blush a little as he leaned close again and whispered, “Maybe you could help me get cleaned up, yeah?”
Their eyes met, grins erupted and they both headed for the stairs, bolting up them two and three steps at a time rather than waiting for the elevator.
* * * * *
Once in Sean’s room, Viggo decided he wanted a full shower…and not necessarily a solitary one. He stripped off his shirt on his way to the bathroom, looking for a washcloth and a toothbrush, leaving the door open while he cleaned up. He wanted to give Sean a little time to settle his nerves – just in case his friend felt like he wanted to take this slower. He wasn’t a saint, however, and really didn’t feel inclined to give him too much alone time.
Spitting out his mouthwash, he drank a few sips of water, allowing himself to focus on his own feelings. As soon as he thought of the man in the other room, and the things they’d finally said to each other downstairs, he felt his abdomen tighten with a sense of anticipation, his cock immediately coming to attention enough to make that damn seam down his crotch mighty uncomfortable. With a sure and eager smile, he strode back into the main room of the suite, happy to see Sean just closing the door behind him on his way back in with a filled ice bucket, his unbuttoned shirt revealing his taut muscular stomach and chest. He saw Viggo and grinned, setting the ice down immediately, moving toward him quickly. Viggo caught those welcoming lips with his own, their tongues intertwining sinuously, both groaning and feeling the groan of the other. Viggo had his hands up under the back of Sean’s shirt, his fingertips stroking over those new yet familiar shapes, planes he’d seen but never touched unclothed. He was in heaven. He grabbed Sean’s ass with one hand, roughly squeezing the cheek as he bit down on Sean’s bottom lip, growling into his open mouth, “I’m taking a shower. Come with me...please.” He felt Sean’s smile under his mouth and knew he’d been answered.
He stepped back, his eyes raking over Sean, feeling his own cock jump with the realization that Sean’s green glimmering eyes were doing the same to him. He kissed him again, opening his mouth and licking along the other man’s lips, loving the sensation of soft, firm skin contrasted with the spiky springiness of Sean’s stubble. He couldn’t help but wonder what ecstasies that subtle abrasiveness would cause elsewhere – and he was dying now to find out. He opened his eyes and let his hands caress the man in front of him, watching that beloved sexy face all full of angles and strength, contradicting itself with half-closed eyes full of want and half-open mouth speaking of need.
“Sean...I need to say this...,” Viggo couldn’t stop tasting and touching Sean – interspersing his words with kisses, strokes of his thumbs along cheekbones or ears, pulling himself closer but making sure they were looking each other full in the face. “I need to know this first...whatever happens here...our friendship has got to be okay...I cannot lose you as a friend...I won’t risk that. Tell me...”
Sean was looking at his friend, wondering how he’d lived this long without running his tongue over that scar. He quickly remedied that oversight, smiling as he did so. It was damned hard to get to these days! He thought about what it might be like to kiss him later on, after the Alatriste mustache was gone and liked that he was even thinking of that. But Viggo’s words were sinking in, pulling him fully back into the present. He felt just what Viggo meant -- knew all the way through himself that he felt the same. As dizzy with lust and discovery as he was right now, as complete as they felt in this moment, he knew that the pleasures ahead would still not be worth the loss of their friendship.
“No, Viggo,” he replied. “That is forever, love. No matter what. I promise you that.”
It was enough for them now and they both welcomed the confirmation with increased passions, almost stumbling over one another as they undressed hurriedly. Viggo crouched and pulled Sean’s pants off of him, reverently kissing at his belly as he did so, feeling his smooth and muscular ass in his hands. Sean still had his open shirt on and he started to shrug out of it, forgetting that he’d not yet undone the buttons at his wrists. He growled with aggravation and Viggo looked up, eyebrow raised at what he saw and quickly reaching out to still Sean’s frustrated movements which appeared to be only about one or two steps short of just ripping the cuffs over his hands, letting the buttons fly. Viggo saw all of this as too good a thing to pass up.
“Fuck, Sean,” he rasped, looking up at his new lover with lust-clouded eyes. “Let me, okay?”
He saw a smirk dawning on Sean’s face as he pulled the Englishman over to the tall, oversized club chair, turning him around to face it as he drew his arms back sharply, twisting the excess fabric of the shirt around to further bind his hands. He forced his foot between Sean’s, kicking them apart and thrusting him forward, making him bend for him, leaning over the arm of the chair. Sean hissed, but Viggo knew it wasn’t from discomfort or frustration anymore. In the low light of the room’s only lit lamp, he stood back and took in all of Sean with his eyes. He was sinfully gorgeous: all muscle and sinew and sweat, his chest moving with excited breaths, his cock jutting forward, his ass on full display. Dropping a kiss on that ass, Viggo stepped out of his own jeans quickly, kicking them aside and moved to find his place against that body, mimicking and molding himself to Sean’s position, feeling the scrape of buttons and fabric and the brush of bound hands against his cock. He slid down, wanting to feel his cock against that ass. He spread his checks, finding the fit he needed as he slid his length up and down the crease, not asking for more, just wanting to feel this for a moment. Sean groaned and dug his restricted fingers into the hair above Viggo’s groin, asking for more contact.
Viggo couldn’t resist licking a line up the indentation of Sean’s spine, stopping to kiss or suck here or there. He could hear sounds of surrender from the man beneath him and his cock throbbed in response, the ache building.
“Now,” he huskily ordered, pulling Sean upright and using his contrived binds to guide him, shoving him gently-roughly forward toward the bathroom. The second Sean’s foot crossed the demarcation between the common room and the bath, Viggo yanked back on the wound shirt, stopping him and spinning him around, using his entire body to flatten him against the door, his mouth on Sean’s even before the door slammed into the wall behind it.
“I want you, Sean...I want this,” Viggo breathed as he slid down the long, almost elegantly muscled torso, loving the way his tightly bound hands caused his chest and shoulders to push forward, the veins and muscles in his upper arms standing out in the stark honest beauty of his masculinity. Viggo dropped to his knees, immediately licking the length of Sean’s thick cock, smiling at the groan from above, unable to stop his own appreciative sounds as he inhaled Sean’s scent, felt the muscled thighs – one under his hand now, the other braced against the side of his chest under his other arm – and took him in his mouth in one slow rapturous slide.
The sounds Sean made may have started as words but they lost any such structure by the time they reached Viggo’s ears. He opened wider and grabbed Sean’s hips, encouraging him to thrust forward into him. He was enjoying learning how to take all of the long shaft and discerning what caused the responses he was rapidly falling in love with. His tongue continually worked along the underside of Sean’s cock as he moved up and down his length, rewarded constantly with reciprocal motions as Sean half-whispered, half-moaned, “Please, Vig. Undo me hands.”
Viggo looked up into hooded green eyes gazing down from a head thrown back in sheer abandon. The look in Sean’s eyes – so purely animal, so hunter-like – caused Viggo to move immediately. He was so very eager for more. He ground against his lover as he reached around him, quickly freeing his hands, then gasping as those hands immediately worked to make up for lost time. They were everywhere and then suddenly they were right where they belonged, one on either side of Viggo’s face, stilled and quiet as those green eyes tore into him, through him. The rawness was breathtaking. And sexy as hell.
Frantic forceful kisses stopped only very briefly as they got the hot water running and found each other again in the roomy shower. Sean quickly dropped to suck Viggo into his mouth, a sensation so new and erotic that he felt like he might come right then. He pulled himself back slowly and deliberately – flicking his tongue over the silvery drop of come on the head of Viggo’s cock, closing his eyes and searching for the taste. His taste. He felt a small, private smile touch his lips as he found it – knowing that he’d found this and it was his. Glancing up, he saw his lover watching him, mouth gently curved, eyes narrowed in lust and want and need. Sean was as turned on as he’d ever felt in his life and he eagerly wrapped his lips around Viggo’s cock again, focusing on giving pleasure to this man he realized he loved with what was now a beautiful ache. He couldn’t help but drop a hand down to his own straining rod, pumping himself in time with the back and forth motion of his mouth over Viggo’s taut-skinned shaft.
Just then, he heard Viggo gasp his name, “No...Sean, stop. Too close.” Sean stopped only long enough to growl back, “Not close enough, love” and then he was sharing Viggo’s orgasm with him, swallowing every pulse of the hot come, feeling his own cock spurting against Viggo’s calf and the shower wall beyond him. He felt his lover's thighs shaking with his orgasm and the strain of standing through it and he gripped his body tightly, sliding himself up along him until they stood face to face again. He was looking at the face of a one-time angel, an unimaginable amalgamation of post-orgasmic bliss, trust, sleepiness, swollen reddened lickable lips...and something else. He was watching him for that tiny slice of time, savoring the taste of him still, when he suddenly knew what else he saw there. The instant the thought crossed his mind, the angel’s otherworldly blue eyes strayed open and he breathed out the word.
“Love.” He pulled Sean closer with a kiss leaning against him and whispering “I love you,” as they stood wrapped together in the heavy, warm mist.
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Date: 2005-06-22 06:01 am (UTC)Far out.
Compelling drama and yummy smut? Nothing reduces to me to a swooning puddle of goo more than these two things! I know I just woke up but I really have to go back to bed now...
*winks*
More please! And soon!
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Date: 2005-06-22 06:19 am (UTC)I'd say more ... but you've killed me!
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Date: 2005-06-22 01:33 pm (UTC)Do you mind if I friend you? :)
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