SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 16
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SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 16
Be warned -- it's Viggo and Bean. And it's gonna get angsty, folks! 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? Angsty, I suppose.
**Adding a rimming warning for the easily squicked.**
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings may 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
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They had no answers but knew they needed to savor each other as long as they could. They moved toward each other again, slowly and with a sense of veneration for what had evolved between them. Viggo went to Sean first, running a thumb under the reddened eyes and taking his hand, placing it over his heart in a deliberate copy of Sean’s first declaration to him. “You are here in my heart as well, Sean,” he said gently, “There will be a way. We will find -- or make -- a way.”
They kissed deeply, each exchange sweet with shared love yet bitter with feared loss. Gentle tongues gave way to more frantic kisses and touches, the ferocity of their needs escalated further by their desire to possess each other. There was roughness and unsteady anger surging back and forth in them as Sean claimed Viggo, roughly pushing him down on the mattress, surprised to realize that he was glad that the other man didn’t try to turn and face him. There would be doubt in that face tonight and Sean couldn’t bear it. He rolled onto Viggo, kissing the back of his neck, the line of his shoulders, encouraging him to stay as he was.
What Sean didn’t know was that Viggo couldn’t look into Sean’s face tonight either. He was too scared of the uncertainty he might find there. Even worse, he feared the possibility of seeing a changed certainty -- evidence that Sean had made his decision. Viggo wanted to be taken, owned. He wanted to feel savage evidence of strong irrefutable feelings without considering how those feelings may not fit into their lives. He stayed facedown on the bed and reduced his focus as closely down to a purely physical perspective as he could get. He couldn’t make the love go away…didn’t want to…but it felt raw and exposed and frightened and he wanted to protect it tonight, losing himself in just these bodies, the solidity and definitiveness of their forms.
Sean pulled Viggo’s jeans down and away, standing over him for a long moment, before pulling off his own clothes and straddling his lover from behind. The intimacy of skin against skin hit him hard in their darkness and he bent forward, resting his forehead directly between Viggo’s shoulder blades, closing his eyes and breathing in this scent of skin and soap.
Viggo lay still, his even breathing a comfort to Sean. And then in a flash of impotent rage at whatever these rules and expectations were that threatened all of this, Sean began to move, roughly forcing Viggo’s legs apart as he reached between his own legs, stroking his hardened cock. He pulled Viggo back and up onto his hands and knees before he knelt behind him and pulled his cheeks wide apart, licking at him, biting at the tender flesh to the sides of the small puckered hole, his stubble scraping harshly before abused skin was rewarded with the warmth and then the cool liquid softness of his tongue’s touch. He tasted and smelled him, loving at his hole with lips and tongue until both men were writhing with unmet need. Sean moved back up along Viggo’s tensed body, kissing the smoothness of his pale ass, the tight skin at the small of his back, and finding some solace in concentrating on the freckles scattered here and there across the broad tanned expanse of muscled flesh.
His hard cock was right at Viggo’s entrance and Sean got up quickly to reach for the lube and condoms they’d not yet learned to keep at hand. He stroked on a condom quickly and snapped open the bottle when Viggo stopped him with a hoarse, “No, Sean. Just like we are, okay?”
“Love…,” Sean started, wanting to do nothing ever to hurt this man.
“It’s what I want, Sean. I need to feel every bit of this. Please. Just the condom, okay?”
Sean leaned forward and kissed the slightly sweaty hair at the base of Viggo’s skull as he positioned himself. He took his time rubbing the head of his cock around and around the sensitive opening, encouraging Viggo to relax against him. When he could wait no longer, he drove forward even as Viggo pushed back. The slow, hot, tightness engulfed him and he gasped at the intensity. Beneath him, Viggo pushed back farther still, his ass pressed flush against Sean’s body, Sean’s cock fully inside his lover as Viggo controlled their motions first, rotating his hips in small circles, pulling forward before pushing back in slightly longer slides each time.
Sean felt Viggo shift his weight to one side as he freed a hand and reached for himself.
“No, Vig,” Sean rasped through teeth clenched with his efforts to maintain control. “Mine.”
And then Viggo felt the warm roughened hand on him and they both accelerated their movements until neither knew who was leading their motions. It was in all ways one complete and fulfilling reciprocal fuck – intense and engulfing and overwhelming enough to erase everything else for a time. They remained completely in sych and fell over the edge together, Sean pushing so deep with his orgasm that Viggo was thrown forward, Sean collapsing against him with a hoarse roar. He held the Dane through his own shudders, loving every guttural exhalation he made as he came.
With the heavy bonelessness that comes with perfect satisfaction, they both fell deep, deep into a daze, not asleep but neither interested at all in moving or speaking. The smell of sex and sweat and the sound of strong, full heartbeats were the backdrop for murmured “I love yous” and sloppy, soft kisses as they stayed nested against each other. Sean finally stirred to take care of the condom and to clean up before he brought a warm washcloth back to take care of Viggo. He kissed the groggy man, holding his gaze through a long kiss, before snuggling back around him, letting themselves find each other again in their sleep.
SPARRING PARTNERS - PART 16
Be warned -- it's Viggo and Bean. And it's gonna get angsty, folks! I really hope you like it. Feedback is very much appreciated. Ciao!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Archive: Rugbytackle
Warnings: Don't read it unless you're old enough and mature enough, 'kay? Angsty, I suppose.
**Adding a rimming warning for the easily squicked.**
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings may 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
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They had no answers but knew they needed to savor each other as long as they could. They moved toward each other again, slowly and with a sense of veneration for what had evolved between them. Viggo went to Sean first, running a thumb under the reddened eyes and taking his hand, placing it over his heart in a deliberate copy of Sean’s first declaration to him. “You are here in my heart as well, Sean,” he said gently, “There will be a way. We will find -- or make -- a way.”
They kissed deeply, each exchange sweet with shared love yet bitter with feared loss. Gentle tongues gave way to more frantic kisses and touches, the ferocity of their needs escalated further by their desire to possess each other. There was roughness and unsteady anger surging back and forth in them as Sean claimed Viggo, roughly pushing him down on the mattress, surprised to realize that he was glad that the other man didn’t try to turn and face him. There would be doubt in that face tonight and Sean couldn’t bear it. He rolled onto Viggo, kissing the back of his neck, the line of his shoulders, encouraging him to stay as he was.
What Sean didn’t know was that Viggo couldn’t look into Sean’s face tonight either. He was too scared of the uncertainty he might find there. Even worse, he feared the possibility of seeing a changed certainty -- evidence that Sean had made his decision. Viggo wanted to be taken, owned. He wanted to feel savage evidence of strong irrefutable feelings without considering how those feelings may not fit into their lives. He stayed facedown on the bed and reduced his focus as closely down to a purely physical perspective as he could get. He couldn’t make the love go away…didn’t want to…but it felt raw and exposed and frightened and he wanted to protect it tonight, losing himself in just these bodies, the solidity and definitiveness of their forms.
Sean pulled Viggo’s jeans down and away, standing over him for a long moment, before pulling off his own clothes and straddling his lover from behind. The intimacy of skin against skin hit him hard in their darkness and he bent forward, resting his forehead directly between Viggo’s shoulder blades, closing his eyes and breathing in this scent of skin and soap.
Viggo lay still, his even breathing a comfort to Sean. And then in a flash of impotent rage at whatever these rules and expectations were that threatened all of this, Sean began to move, roughly forcing Viggo’s legs apart as he reached between his own legs, stroking his hardened cock. He pulled Viggo back and up onto his hands and knees before he knelt behind him and pulled his cheeks wide apart, licking at him, biting at the tender flesh to the sides of the small puckered hole, his stubble scraping harshly before abused skin was rewarded with the warmth and then the cool liquid softness of his tongue’s touch. He tasted and smelled him, loving at his hole with lips and tongue until both men were writhing with unmet need. Sean moved back up along Viggo’s tensed body, kissing the smoothness of his pale ass, the tight skin at the small of his back, and finding some solace in concentrating on the freckles scattered here and there across the broad tanned expanse of muscled flesh.
His hard cock was right at Viggo’s entrance and Sean got up quickly to reach for the lube and condoms they’d not yet learned to keep at hand. He stroked on a condom quickly and snapped open the bottle when Viggo stopped him with a hoarse, “No, Sean. Just like we are, okay?”
“Love…,” Sean started, wanting to do nothing ever to hurt this man.
“It’s what I want, Sean. I need to feel every bit of this. Please. Just the condom, okay?”
Sean leaned forward and kissed the slightly sweaty hair at the base of Viggo’s skull as he positioned himself. He took his time rubbing the head of his cock around and around the sensitive opening, encouraging Viggo to relax against him. When he could wait no longer, he drove forward even as Viggo pushed back. The slow, hot, tightness engulfed him and he gasped at the intensity. Beneath him, Viggo pushed back farther still, his ass pressed flush against Sean’s body, Sean’s cock fully inside his lover as Viggo controlled their motions first, rotating his hips in small circles, pulling forward before pushing back in slightly longer slides each time.
Sean felt Viggo shift his weight to one side as he freed a hand and reached for himself.
“No, Vig,” Sean rasped through teeth clenched with his efforts to maintain control. “Mine.”
And then Viggo felt the warm roughened hand on him and they both accelerated their movements until neither knew who was leading their motions. It was in all ways one complete and fulfilling reciprocal fuck – intense and engulfing and overwhelming enough to erase everything else for a time. They remained completely in sych and fell over the edge together, Sean pushing so deep with his orgasm that Viggo was thrown forward, Sean collapsing against him with a hoarse roar. He held the Dane through his own shudders, loving every guttural exhalation he made as he came.
With the heavy bonelessness that comes with perfect satisfaction, they both fell deep, deep into a daze, not asleep but neither interested at all in moving or speaking. The smell of sex and sweat and the sound of strong, full heartbeats were the backdrop for murmured “I love yous” and sloppy, soft kisses as they stayed nested against each other. Sean finally stirred to take care of the condom and to clean up before he brought a warm washcloth back to take care of Viggo. He kissed the groggy man, holding his gaze through a long kiss, before snuggling back around him, letting themselves find each other again in their sleep.
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