FIC: Two Hearts, One Home (R)
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rugbytackleTitle: Two Hearts, One Home
Rating: R
Pairing: VM/SB
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of total fiction. I make no claim as to the lifestyle choices of these lovely men.
Summary: Viggo and Sean resolve an issue that has begun to trouble their relationship.
Chapter 1. Kiss Me, Don't Miss Me!
Viggo would be the first to admit that his memory sometimes failed him, well most times, if Sean and Henry were to be believed, but as he rightly pointed out, he never forgot their birthdays, and he especially never forgot when Sean was due home.
Fortunately, today was one of those days etched in Viggo’s memory, and his anticipation at seeing his lover again, of having Sean in his arms, had his heart racing like a love struck teenager’s. Without a second thought, he braved the whole distasteful scenario of unwanted public recognition and nosey paparazzi so that he could meet Sean at the airport. After all it was common knowledge that they were good friends, so having the British actor stay with him was not really all that newsworthy, and to be honest, Viggo didn’t really give a fuck if it was. He missed Sean terribly and could not wait the extra few hours for him to arrive home by cab.
Sean, who had been extremely busy of late, making one film after another, would only be home a short while before heading back to London for his next project. Yet it was soon apparent that he obviously thought the same as Viggo, judging by the glitter of happiness and the hint of seductiveness in the green eyes that locked with sparkling blue across the terminal. Desire was also evident the welcoming hug that brought their bodies into full contact, half hardened cocks included as they exchanged breathless words of greeting that seemed innocent enough to anyone overhearing, but somehow spoke a language only the lovers understood.
“Missed you, Sean.” Viggo’s breath tickled Sean’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine, the tingling sensation travelling directly to his groin.
“You too, Vig, Let’s get out of here.” Sean’s bedroom voice replied and Viggo felt his knees go weak.
“Yeah, I want… “ the rest of the sentence was lost as two pairs of eyes darkened with lust tempered by love met in a blaze of need.
“Me too.” Sean murmured out loud, knowing Viggo heard the unspoken, ‘so very much, love,’ that followed in his mind.
The drive home had given them a brief chance to exchange news, but once Viggo turned into the driveway, their thoughts turned to a more physical kind of reunion, the kind that likely would have them scaring the neighbours as they screamed each other’s names in mutual ecstasy. The kind that would have Sean begging Viggo to take him hard and fast, then Viggo allowing Sean to make such sensuous, slow love to him that it would be amazing if he did not die from the pleasure of his lover’s touch.
That had been hours ago, and as the first light of dawn filtered into the bedroom, Viggo was annoyed to find he was unable to resist nature’s increasingly persistent call. Moving with great care so as not to disturb his sleeping lover who was not only suffering from jet lag and exhaustion from working too hard, but also from refusing to rest until they had demonstrated to their mutually immense satisfaction just how desperately they wanted and needed each other.
With the practiced ease of one who often rose in the early morn to work on his painting or writing, Viggo released himself from Sean’s warm embrace and headed for the bathroom. Business dealt with, he returned quickly to bed, stopping for a moment to simply gaze on the glorious and arousing sight he had been deprived of for far too many months.
Sean was totally relaxed and looked years younger with his hair a tousled mess and the care lines apparent in his waking hours nowhere to be seen. His kiss swollen lips were so tempting, and the soft golden skin on the still well muscled and naked body that lay sprawled on their bed was just begging to be tasted once again. The cleft between the sensuous curves of the slightly paler ass cheeks with the entrance exposed by the almost wanton spread of those long legs that had been wrapped so tightly around a certain artist’s waist only a few hours earlier was offering nothing but an open invitation to be claimed, as far as Viggo’s rock hard morning arousal was concerned.
But not yet. Viggo would simply watch over his beloved partner until he was fully rested. The Brit had fallen into an exhausted, sated sleep and as much as a very wide awake Viggo wanted to continue where they left off, his needs were easily put aside in favour of Sean’s well being.
He would never intentionally hurt his beautiful Yorkshire man in any way because he loved Sean too much. And although Sean was not one to often express his emotions in words, his subtle and occasionally very romantic gestures of affection spoke eloquently of his deep feelings for his Dane. Just as he was doing now even though he was still asleep. Sean reached for Viggo, whimpering with disappointment when he found only an empty space before finally settling for hugging Viggo’s pillow close for comfort.
It was a response Viggo knew well, had experienced many times himself when they were apart and awoke to find his dreams of holding Sean were just that… erotic and pleasant dreams. The heartache of loneliness often followed in the cold light of day, the pain soon melting away in the warmth of the certainty of Sean’s love that could always be felt deep within his soul. Viggo could not help but laugh at Sean’s unconscious act, as he pulled the pillow closer and, as if speaking to his dream lover, whispered into its softness, “Mine!” The possessiveness in his voice made Viggo’s heart sing with profound joy knowing that this precious man was his alone.
“What’s so amusing?” a sleepy voice mumbled from the bed. Sean pushed the pillow aside and turned his head slightly in the direction he sensed Viggo was standing.
“I’m not amused, well, maybe a little, but mostly I am happy,” Viggo replied his affectionate smile unseen by Sean who didn’t bother opening his eyes.
“Well I’m not. Pillow’s not as comfortable as you, so get your ass back in here,” Sean demanded gruffly, and Viggo readily obeyed.
“Better now?” Viggo asked as he tightened his arms around Sean and placed a soft, undemanding kiss on his lips.
“Mmm, much. This is how it should be every day,” Sean whispered with a hint of longing for what could not be tinging his voice.
“No argument here,” Viggo sighed sadly.
When the lovers had finally declared their commitment to be together as life partners, it had not been without a great deal of forethought regarding the possible consequences aside from the reaction of their families and the very few close friends who were privy to the truth about their relationship. As they had hoped, nearly everyone was very happy for them and wished them well, and those who were less so made their feelings plain and left it at that. Family acceptance was not an issue, however the thousands of miles and months on end that separated them were becoming tiresome. They were a couple and needed to be able to live as such, to be a part of each other’s everyday lives, to be able to share a kiss, a hug, tears and smiles, to simply be there for one another.
Both men had been in failed marriages, and were mature enough to realise that the closeness and togetherness allowed in their relationship by the unreal world of the film set in New Zealand would not extend into their lives once they left. However, neither had been prepared for just how difficult their separations would be. In fact, instead of becoming more accustomed to the times they were forced to be apart, the stronger and deeper their love grew, and the harder it was to endure being away from each other. Phone calls and the occasional brief meeting in some hotel room were not enough because although they had a brilliant sex life, their relationship was built on so much more.
Their situation needed serious discussion and resolution, and the sooner the better, Viggo decided as he felt Sean snuggle sleepily against his chest. It was not until much later that Viggo finally followed Sean back to sleep, his lover’s words and his own wishful thoughts planting the seeds of a very pleasant idea in the back of his mind.
tbc
Rating: R
Pairing: VM/SB
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of total fiction. I make no claim as to the lifestyle choices of these lovely men.
Summary: Viggo and Sean resolve an issue that has begun to trouble their relationship.
Chapter 1. Kiss Me, Don't Miss Me!
Viggo would be the first to admit that his memory sometimes failed him, well most times, if Sean and Henry were to be believed, but as he rightly pointed out, he never forgot their birthdays, and he especially never forgot when Sean was due home.
Fortunately, today was one of those days etched in Viggo’s memory, and his anticipation at seeing his lover again, of having Sean in his arms, had his heart racing like a love struck teenager’s. Without a second thought, he braved the whole distasteful scenario of unwanted public recognition and nosey paparazzi so that he could meet Sean at the airport. After all it was common knowledge that they were good friends, so having the British actor stay with him was not really all that newsworthy, and to be honest, Viggo didn’t really give a fuck if it was. He missed Sean terribly and could not wait the extra few hours for him to arrive home by cab.
Sean, who had been extremely busy of late, making one film after another, would only be home a short while before heading back to London for his next project. Yet it was soon apparent that he obviously thought the same as Viggo, judging by the glitter of happiness and the hint of seductiveness in the green eyes that locked with sparkling blue across the terminal. Desire was also evident the welcoming hug that brought their bodies into full contact, half hardened cocks included as they exchanged breathless words of greeting that seemed innocent enough to anyone overhearing, but somehow spoke a language only the lovers understood.
“Missed you, Sean.” Viggo’s breath tickled Sean’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine, the tingling sensation travelling directly to his groin.
“You too, Vig, Let’s get out of here.” Sean’s bedroom voice replied and Viggo felt his knees go weak.
“Yeah, I want… “ the rest of the sentence was lost as two pairs of eyes darkened with lust tempered by love met in a blaze of need.
“Me too.” Sean murmured out loud, knowing Viggo heard the unspoken, ‘so very much, love,’ that followed in his mind.
The drive home had given them a brief chance to exchange news, but once Viggo turned into the driveway, their thoughts turned to a more physical kind of reunion, the kind that likely would have them scaring the neighbours as they screamed each other’s names in mutual ecstasy. The kind that would have Sean begging Viggo to take him hard and fast, then Viggo allowing Sean to make such sensuous, slow love to him that it would be amazing if he did not die from the pleasure of his lover’s touch.
That had been hours ago, and as the first light of dawn filtered into the bedroom, Viggo was annoyed to find he was unable to resist nature’s increasingly persistent call. Moving with great care so as not to disturb his sleeping lover who was not only suffering from jet lag and exhaustion from working too hard, but also from refusing to rest until they had demonstrated to their mutually immense satisfaction just how desperately they wanted and needed each other.
With the practiced ease of one who often rose in the early morn to work on his painting or writing, Viggo released himself from Sean’s warm embrace and headed for the bathroom. Business dealt with, he returned quickly to bed, stopping for a moment to simply gaze on the glorious and arousing sight he had been deprived of for far too many months.
Sean was totally relaxed and looked years younger with his hair a tousled mess and the care lines apparent in his waking hours nowhere to be seen. His kiss swollen lips were so tempting, and the soft golden skin on the still well muscled and naked body that lay sprawled on their bed was just begging to be tasted once again. The cleft between the sensuous curves of the slightly paler ass cheeks with the entrance exposed by the almost wanton spread of those long legs that had been wrapped so tightly around a certain artist’s waist only a few hours earlier was offering nothing but an open invitation to be claimed, as far as Viggo’s rock hard morning arousal was concerned.
But not yet. Viggo would simply watch over his beloved partner until he was fully rested. The Brit had fallen into an exhausted, sated sleep and as much as a very wide awake Viggo wanted to continue where they left off, his needs were easily put aside in favour of Sean’s well being.
He would never intentionally hurt his beautiful Yorkshire man in any way because he loved Sean too much. And although Sean was not one to often express his emotions in words, his subtle and occasionally very romantic gestures of affection spoke eloquently of his deep feelings for his Dane. Just as he was doing now even though he was still asleep. Sean reached for Viggo, whimpering with disappointment when he found only an empty space before finally settling for hugging Viggo’s pillow close for comfort.
It was a response Viggo knew well, had experienced many times himself when they were apart and awoke to find his dreams of holding Sean were just that… erotic and pleasant dreams. The heartache of loneliness often followed in the cold light of day, the pain soon melting away in the warmth of the certainty of Sean’s love that could always be felt deep within his soul. Viggo could not help but laugh at Sean’s unconscious act, as he pulled the pillow closer and, as if speaking to his dream lover, whispered into its softness, “Mine!” The possessiveness in his voice made Viggo’s heart sing with profound joy knowing that this precious man was his alone.
“What’s so amusing?” a sleepy voice mumbled from the bed. Sean pushed the pillow aside and turned his head slightly in the direction he sensed Viggo was standing.
“I’m not amused, well, maybe a little, but mostly I am happy,” Viggo replied his affectionate smile unseen by Sean who didn’t bother opening his eyes.
“Well I’m not. Pillow’s not as comfortable as you, so get your ass back in here,” Sean demanded gruffly, and Viggo readily obeyed.
“Better now?” Viggo asked as he tightened his arms around Sean and placed a soft, undemanding kiss on his lips.
“Mmm, much. This is how it should be every day,” Sean whispered with a hint of longing for what could not be tinging his voice.
“No argument here,” Viggo sighed sadly.
When the lovers had finally declared their commitment to be together as life partners, it had not been without a great deal of forethought regarding the possible consequences aside from the reaction of their families and the very few close friends who were privy to the truth about their relationship. As they had hoped, nearly everyone was very happy for them and wished them well, and those who were less so made their feelings plain and left it at that. Family acceptance was not an issue, however the thousands of miles and months on end that separated them were becoming tiresome. They were a couple and needed to be able to live as such, to be a part of each other’s everyday lives, to be able to share a kiss, a hug, tears and smiles, to simply be there for one another.
Both men had been in failed marriages, and were mature enough to realise that the closeness and togetherness allowed in their relationship by the unreal world of the film set in New Zealand would not extend into their lives once they left. However, neither had been prepared for just how difficult their separations would be. In fact, instead of becoming more accustomed to the times they were forced to be apart, the stronger and deeper their love grew, and the harder it was to endure being away from each other. Phone calls and the occasional brief meeting in some hotel room were not enough because although they had a brilliant sex life, their relationship was built on so much more.
Their situation needed serious discussion and resolution, and the sooner the better, Viggo decided as he felt Sean snuggle sleepily against his chest. It was not until much later that Viggo finally followed Sean back to sleep, his lover’s words and his own wishful thoughts planting the seeds of a very pleasant idea in the back of his mind.
tbc
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