SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 13
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rugbytackleSPARRING PARTNERS - PART 13
Be warned -- it's Viggo and Bean. I really hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
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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
They both dozed for a bit, half-asleep in the drowsy soft sunlight coming through the slatted shades, making warm stripes across their bodies in the coolness of the trailer.
Sean woke first, happily wrapped in Viggo’s warm, fuzzy embrace, the Dane sprawled half across him, an arm and a leg holding the other man close. Sean shifted, needing to get up and use the loo, and Viggo snuggled in tighter, a gravelly voice threatening at Sean’s ear.
“Where do you think you’re going, Bean? I don’t believe I’ve had a turn,” Viggo said with a not-too-gentle nip at Sean’s neck and a thrust of his rigid cock against his side.
Sean closed his eyes as a bolt of pure lust drove through him at that sound, that touch. Hell, that mental image! He was very tempted to start things up again but he knew they had a pretty good trip ahead and they’d already burnt most of the morning hours. He was a fair man though, so he had some ideas that he whispered to his lover. Apparently they were good ones because suddenly Sean found himself all alone and listening to the sound of the shower and some decidedly off-key singing. Laughing, he got up to quickly make more tea and coffee.
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Mid-afternoon found the two of them well on their way to Vigo and the kennel. They passed through beautiful golden countryside, enjoying the warm and sunny day as well as the change of pace and each other’s company.
Viggo was wearing a ridiculous blue and white striped shirt marked all over with soccer balls – something Sean had immediately declared an item only a gay American would wear – and tan shorts. Sean was dressed similarly in shorts, but in a far more tasteful shirt. In the large truck the film company had provided for Viggo they were very comfortable – the leather seats large and soft. There was a console between them but Sean already had ideas for how to bridge that gap. He’d brought along many towels and pillows. Who knew what they’d need for the wee dog, he’d said to Viggo.
Reaching into the back seat now, he started pulling a pillow and several towels forward, making a nice cushiony pad on top of the console, lifting up his own arm rest as he did so. Viggo watched as much as he could while driving, a smile forming on his lips.
Sean stripped his shirt off over his head, causing Viggo to reach out and run tickling fingers over his lean muscles while his face was momentarily obscured by the fabric. Laughing from within his cotton confine, Sean knocked Viggo’s hand aside and reached up to pop the sun roof open just a bit, giving the interior a bit of warmth to mix with the coolness of the air conditioner. He then reclined his seat back as far as it would go, ending up laying flat and on a level with the padded console. Stretching across it, he laid a large warm hand on Viggo’s exposed thigh.
Viggo looked down at the hand, his thigh muscles automatically tightening at the touch. He had a smirk on his face as he growled, “About fucking time, Sean”.
Sean looked up at him with a sly unapologetic grin as he slid his palm further up the other man’s leg, leaving goose bumps in the wake of his touch, a protrusion of a different sort in front of it. He caressed along the line of skin and fabric, teasing, before he allowed his hand to slide under the hemmed edge, feeling and hearing a caught breath as he did so. Sean moved closer, his head hovering just where they both wanted it. He deftly clasped the clothed hidden cock between mostly gentle teeth, biting once with firm pressure – nothing sharp – before he dragged his teeth along the length, feeling it swell and throb, totally blown away to hear the deep moans rumbling out of the chest just above his ear.
Sean undid Viggo’s zipper, knowing already that he wore nothing underneath. Nuzzling into his crotch, he started shoving the material down and away, Viggo helping by lifting his hips and letting him pull the shorts down to the floor board, where he could kick them off, alternating his bare feet on the gas pedal.
Viggo was totally erect, his cock full and dark and laying upwards against the nest of dark curls, the bottom of his shirt already dotted with a few wet spots from the silver drops at the tip.
Sean slid back onto his own seat, enjoying the effect he was having on Viggo. His green eyes were raking over Viggo’s body and then he smiled with a harsh brief bark of a laugh. Viggo was trying to keep an eye on him while still dealing with the light traffic and his own vehicle. Sean sat forward, his body turned toward Viggo, making sure he had his attention before he reached down and rubbed his own hard cock through his shorts, squeezing, stroking and surprising himself by the guttural sound he made. He reached inside his loose-fitting shorts, pulling his hard cock upward with one hand while pushing his shorts down with the other. He slowly pumped his dick, watching through slitted eyes as Viggo breathily said, “Seeeeeaaaaan” and started looking almost frantically for a place to pull over.
Sean chuckled and withdrew his hand, leaning over and loudly smacking a kiss on Viggo’s cheek.
“Can’t stop, love. Got to get where we’re going,” he teased, letting his hand get back to work on Viggo’s cock. He settled back down in his position over the console, taking his time to learn what made Viggo react most sensually, trying different grips and strokes and enjoying the gasps and encouraging sounds from Viggo.
“Sean…shouldn’t we stop somewhere?”
Sean was enjoying having this control far too much to say yes. So long as Viggo could stay safe, he was more than happy to prolong this game.
“No, don’t think so, Vig” he muttered just as he sucked the head of Viggo’s cock into his mouth, closing his lips around just the very tip for a moment and then moving slowly forward, allowing his still-tight lips to be pushed open around the rigid, smooth shaft. He slid his tongue all around the silky hardness, unable to not moan as he felt the throbbing cock in his mouth, realizing that his moan – his own enjoyment – caused the other man’s throbbing to intensify. He was lost in the reciprocity of the moment, taking him deeper, pumping from the base, his tight fist kissing against his lips as he stroked and sucked.
Viggo’s hands were in his hair, pushing him closer and then almost pushing him away before yanking him back again. Sean could hear swear words mixed in with the gasps. Viggo had slowed the car and moved to the emptiest lane, but still was driving even as he became less and less able to strop thrusting his hips up to be closer to Sean.
“Lift up, Vig,” said Sean, immediately following Viggo’s compliance with a saliva-slick finger pressing around then in as he kept his palm and other fingers grasped around the Dane’s heavy, tight balls. Viggo pressed his ass back down against Sean’s fingers, loving all of the contact. Sean was sprawled half on the floor, almost facing Viggo now, his upper torso twisted some across the console. He was working harder now, lips, tongue and warm wetness pulling at Viggo’s cock as both hands connected where they could as well. He stopped just long enough to give Viggo a rakish grin under deadly serious green eyes, telling him to “Pull over now”, before he went back at it, wanting to feel Viggo’s hot gush into his mouth.
The car stopped and Sean felt his face being tilted up for an almost breathtakingly passionate kiss from Viggo who was almost undone with the need for more contact. Viggo had turned off the main road and Sean could see that they were in a shady wooded aea although he could hear cars going by and knew the road was very near. The Dane half lifted/half pushed Sean back into his reclined seat, following immediately with his own body against him, pulling his shirt off as he came.
Sean tried hard not to make an audible ‘oof’ sound as Viggo’s full weight was suddenly on top of him, a lot of it awkwardly centered high in the chest and abdomen as he tried to find his way over misplaced shirts and shorts, extra towels, pillows and naked Sean in a space he couldn’t stand upright in. Viggo was grabbing him everywhere, frantic to not lose the erotic haze that engulfed him. Sean reached down to grab the still hard cock and made a move as though to slide downward to continue as before.
“No, Sean….please, baby,” Viggo murmured with eyes closed, biting and kissing at Sean’s exposed throat. “Are you...can we... Are you ready for this?”
Suddenly Sean came to his senses about what Viggo wanted and what he could give. The thought was scary and exhilarating and funny to him all at once. He was surprised to realize that he’d just laughed the littlest bit, causing bright blue eyes to fly open, Viggo raising his tousled head to look at him. Sean lost himself for a moment, so overwhelmed was he by the sight of the man before him: that much loved face all hard and soft at once, his mouth as sensual as anything Sean had ever seen, his eyes cloudy with want, the tip of a pink tongue seen for just a second as it flashed over the full and inviting bottom lip. He reached for him, roughly pulling him down for a kiss that burned through him, the laughter now quiet but dancing through his soul with the love that was engulfing them both.
Somehow he managed to grab the much battered bag of supplies and get what he needed without ever breaking eye contact with Viggo. It was Sean who opened the lube and squeezed it into Viggo’s hand. And it was Sean who led his hand to his body, encouraging him and letting him know he was ready. He kissed Viggo again and again, knowing that the other man would stop if he felt Sean wasn’t sure. And he wanted this; wanted it for himself and also wanted to be able to give it. He spread his legs wider as Viggo’s hand worked around his sensitive hole. He was vaguely surprised to realize that it wasn’t just bearable; it was damn good! With a grin, he said as much to Viggo, causing the other man to laugh out loud and then kiss him deeply, saying, “I love you, you psycho. I love you…want you…so much…”.
Sean was surprised at how quickly they moved from “I don’t know if this is going to work” to “Ah, Viggoooooo…don’t stop”. Viggo was surprised at how quickly they went from “That were great” to “My turn, mate”. Both were surprised at how full they felt even as their bodies were drained and exhausted there in a little stand of trees on the side of an unknown road somewhere in Spain.
Be warned -- it's Viggo and Bean. I really hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
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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.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Previous part can be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=shegollum&keyword=SPARRING+PARTNERS&filter=all
They both dozed for a bit, half-asleep in the drowsy soft sunlight coming through the slatted shades, making warm stripes across their bodies in the coolness of the trailer.
Sean woke first, happily wrapped in Viggo’s warm, fuzzy embrace, the Dane sprawled half across him, an arm and a leg holding the other man close. Sean shifted, needing to get up and use the loo, and Viggo snuggled in tighter, a gravelly voice threatening at Sean’s ear.
“Where do you think you’re going, Bean? I don’t believe I’ve had a turn,” Viggo said with a not-too-gentle nip at Sean’s neck and a thrust of his rigid cock against his side.
Sean closed his eyes as a bolt of pure lust drove through him at that sound, that touch. Hell, that mental image! He was very tempted to start things up again but he knew they had a pretty good trip ahead and they’d already burnt most of the morning hours. He was a fair man though, so he had some ideas that he whispered to his lover. Apparently they were good ones because suddenly Sean found himself all alone and listening to the sound of the shower and some decidedly off-key singing. Laughing, he got up to quickly make more tea and coffee.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Mid-afternoon found the two of them well on their way to Vigo and the kennel. They passed through beautiful golden countryside, enjoying the warm and sunny day as well as the change of pace and each other’s company.
Viggo was wearing a ridiculous blue and white striped shirt marked all over with soccer balls – something Sean had immediately declared an item only a gay American would wear – and tan shorts. Sean was dressed similarly in shorts, but in a far more tasteful shirt. In the large truck the film company had provided for Viggo they were very comfortable – the leather seats large and soft. There was a console between them but Sean already had ideas for how to bridge that gap. He’d brought along many towels and pillows. Who knew what they’d need for the wee dog, he’d said to Viggo.
Reaching into the back seat now, he started pulling a pillow and several towels forward, making a nice cushiony pad on top of the console, lifting up his own arm rest as he did so. Viggo watched as much as he could while driving, a smile forming on his lips.
Sean stripped his shirt off over his head, causing Viggo to reach out and run tickling fingers over his lean muscles while his face was momentarily obscured by the fabric. Laughing from within his cotton confine, Sean knocked Viggo’s hand aside and reached up to pop the sun roof open just a bit, giving the interior a bit of warmth to mix with the coolness of the air conditioner. He then reclined his seat back as far as it would go, ending up laying flat and on a level with the padded console. Stretching across it, he laid a large warm hand on Viggo’s exposed thigh.
Viggo looked down at the hand, his thigh muscles automatically tightening at the touch. He had a smirk on his face as he growled, “About fucking time, Sean”.
Sean looked up at him with a sly unapologetic grin as he slid his palm further up the other man’s leg, leaving goose bumps in the wake of his touch, a protrusion of a different sort in front of it. He caressed along the line of skin and fabric, teasing, before he allowed his hand to slide under the hemmed edge, feeling and hearing a caught breath as he did so. Sean moved closer, his head hovering just where they both wanted it. He deftly clasped the clothed hidden cock between mostly gentle teeth, biting once with firm pressure – nothing sharp – before he dragged his teeth along the length, feeling it swell and throb, totally blown away to hear the deep moans rumbling out of the chest just above his ear.
Sean undid Viggo’s zipper, knowing already that he wore nothing underneath. Nuzzling into his crotch, he started shoving the material down and away, Viggo helping by lifting his hips and letting him pull the shorts down to the floor board, where he could kick them off, alternating his bare feet on the gas pedal.
Viggo was totally erect, his cock full and dark and laying upwards against the nest of dark curls, the bottom of his shirt already dotted with a few wet spots from the silver drops at the tip.
Sean slid back onto his own seat, enjoying the effect he was having on Viggo. His green eyes were raking over Viggo’s body and then he smiled with a harsh brief bark of a laugh. Viggo was trying to keep an eye on him while still dealing with the light traffic and his own vehicle. Sean sat forward, his body turned toward Viggo, making sure he had his attention before he reached down and rubbed his own hard cock through his shorts, squeezing, stroking and surprising himself by the guttural sound he made. He reached inside his loose-fitting shorts, pulling his hard cock upward with one hand while pushing his shorts down with the other. He slowly pumped his dick, watching through slitted eyes as Viggo breathily said, “Seeeeeaaaaan” and started looking almost frantically for a place to pull over.
Sean chuckled and withdrew his hand, leaning over and loudly smacking a kiss on Viggo’s cheek.
“Can’t stop, love. Got to get where we’re going,” he teased, letting his hand get back to work on Viggo’s cock. He settled back down in his position over the console, taking his time to learn what made Viggo react most sensually, trying different grips and strokes and enjoying the gasps and encouraging sounds from Viggo.
“Sean…shouldn’t we stop somewhere?”
Sean was enjoying having this control far too much to say yes. So long as Viggo could stay safe, he was more than happy to prolong this game.
“No, don’t think so, Vig” he muttered just as he sucked the head of Viggo’s cock into his mouth, closing his lips around just the very tip for a moment and then moving slowly forward, allowing his still-tight lips to be pushed open around the rigid, smooth shaft. He slid his tongue all around the silky hardness, unable to not moan as he felt the throbbing cock in his mouth, realizing that his moan – his own enjoyment – caused the other man’s throbbing to intensify. He was lost in the reciprocity of the moment, taking him deeper, pumping from the base, his tight fist kissing against his lips as he stroked and sucked.
Viggo’s hands were in his hair, pushing him closer and then almost pushing him away before yanking him back again. Sean could hear swear words mixed in with the gasps. Viggo had slowed the car and moved to the emptiest lane, but still was driving even as he became less and less able to strop thrusting his hips up to be closer to Sean.
“Lift up, Vig,” said Sean, immediately following Viggo’s compliance with a saliva-slick finger pressing around then in as he kept his palm and other fingers grasped around the Dane’s heavy, tight balls. Viggo pressed his ass back down against Sean’s fingers, loving all of the contact. Sean was sprawled half on the floor, almost facing Viggo now, his upper torso twisted some across the console. He was working harder now, lips, tongue and warm wetness pulling at Viggo’s cock as both hands connected where they could as well. He stopped just long enough to give Viggo a rakish grin under deadly serious green eyes, telling him to “Pull over now”, before he went back at it, wanting to feel Viggo’s hot gush into his mouth.
The car stopped and Sean felt his face being tilted up for an almost breathtakingly passionate kiss from Viggo who was almost undone with the need for more contact. Viggo had turned off the main road and Sean could see that they were in a shady wooded aea although he could hear cars going by and knew the road was very near. The Dane half lifted/half pushed Sean back into his reclined seat, following immediately with his own body against him, pulling his shirt off as he came.
Sean tried hard not to make an audible ‘oof’ sound as Viggo’s full weight was suddenly on top of him, a lot of it awkwardly centered high in the chest and abdomen as he tried to find his way over misplaced shirts and shorts, extra towels, pillows and naked Sean in a space he couldn’t stand upright in. Viggo was grabbing him everywhere, frantic to not lose the erotic haze that engulfed him. Sean reached down to grab the still hard cock and made a move as though to slide downward to continue as before.
“No, Sean….please, baby,” Viggo murmured with eyes closed, biting and kissing at Sean’s exposed throat. “Are you...can we... Are you ready for this?”
Suddenly Sean came to his senses about what Viggo wanted and what he could give. The thought was scary and exhilarating and funny to him all at once. He was surprised to realize that he’d just laughed the littlest bit, causing bright blue eyes to fly open, Viggo raising his tousled head to look at him. Sean lost himself for a moment, so overwhelmed was he by the sight of the man before him: that much loved face all hard and soft at once, his mouth as sensual as anything Sean had ever seen, his eyes cloudy with want, the tip of a pink tongue seen for just a second as it flashed over the full and inviting bottom lip. He reached for him, roughly pulling him down for a kiss that burned through him, the laughter now quiet but dancing through his soul with the love that was engulfing them both.
Somehow he managed to grab the much battered bag of supplies and get what he needed without ever breaking eye contact with Viggo. It was Sean who opened the lube and squeezed it into Viggo’s hand. And it was Sean who led his hand to his body, encouraging him and letting him know he was ready. He kissed Viggo again and again, knowing that the other man would stop if he felt Sean wasn’t sure. And he wanted this; wanted it for himself and also wanted to be able to give it. He spread his legs wider as Viggo’s hand worked around his sensitive hole. He was vaguely surprised to realize that it wasn’t just bearable; it was damn good! With a grin, he said as much to Viggo, causing the other man to laugh out loud and then kiss him deeply, saying, “I love you, you psycho. I love you…want you…so much…”.
Sean was surprised at how quickly they moved from “I don’t know if this is going to work” to “Ah, Viggoooooo…don’t stop”. Viggo was surprised at how quickly they went from “That were great” to “My turn, mate”. Both were surprised at how full they felt even as their bodies were drained and exhausted there in a little stand of trees on the side of an unknown road somewhere in Spain.
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Date: 2005-06-23 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-24 12:02 am (UTC)You're not through yet, missy! More to go!
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Date: 2005-06-23 09:37 pm (UTC)Hands?? Hands plural?!?! Who the hell is steering?! LOL!
Viggo had slowed the car and moved to the emptiest lane, but still was driving even as he became less and less able to strop thrusting his hips up to be closer to Sean.
That phrase, "the emptiest lane," implies that there are other cars on the road. Nearby, even. [blinkblink] Even if Viggo's sprouted a third hand from somewhere and is actually steering, this is dangerous enough on a completely empty road, where they'd only have to worry about running into trees and fences and such. With other traffic on the road they're lucky they didn't smear themselves and a bunch of poor Spaniards all over the asphalt! And most likely before orgasm, too, which would've been a horrible shame. :P
Funny scene. Hot, but funny. [giggle]
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Date: 2005-06-24 12:03 am (UTC)-- shegollum
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Date: 2005-06-24 12:14 am (UTC)Angie, cogitating and giggling at the same time