rugbytackle | FIC: Two Hearts, One Home (2/?) NC17

Title: Two Hearts, One Home (2/?)
Rating: NC17
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

Chapter 2. A Storm is Brewing,

“Bloody noise when I’m trying to sleep! Shut the fuck up!” Viggo grumbled into the pillow as he pulled the thin cotton sheet that was the only bed covering over his head to try and block out the irritating ring tone of the house phone that had so rudely awoken him. Since he was laying in Sean’s arms, the sheet now covered both their faces, and rather than suffocate from lack of oxygen, Sean pushed the linen aside and decided on a more sensible course of action.

“Want me to answer it?” he asked as he lifted himself up on one elbow in readiness to reach for the handset that was on the nightstand on Viggo’s side of the bed. He quickly found his effort thwarted by the fingers that entwined with his, holding his hand in place where it rested on the soft skin of his lover’s naked butt.

“Nah,” Viggo replied raising the hand he still held captive to his lips, tenderly pressing a kiss into the soft flesh of the palm. “Let it ring. Whoever the fuck it is can talk to the machine,” he growled, moving his kisses to Sean’s fingertips as he snuggled closer against the warm chest that was spooned against his back. As if hearing Viggo’s less than sociable attitude to the unknown caller, the ringing ceased leaving the room in sudden but to Viggo’s ears, a welcome silence.

“Only if the message tape is not already full. You know Vig, it really pisses me off when that happens, especially when I really need to talk to you.” There was a hard edge to Sean’s voice making evident his frustration at having encountered that particular problem on more than one occasion.

“Wouldn’t be a problem if you were home more often,” Viggo countered sullenly, immediately regretting how spiteful that sounded when he felt Sean’s body tense as if he had been struck by a physical blow.

It was obvious that they both sensed a storm brewing between them, had been for quite some time if either was willing to admit it, but as yet it was still only the occasional flicker of lightning off in the distance. It was really only a matter of time before the faint rumbling of thunder would lead to a deluge.

Every so often Viggo would raise the issue regarding the increased difficulty he was having with the long separations that were the bane of actors trying to maintain a permanent relationship. He did not want to interfere in any way with Sean’s career. And in all fairness, Viggo knew that Sean was not immune to the pain and the longing born of empty arms and a cold bed. In fact he was now at that place in his professional life where he could pick and choose roles and was being offered very tempting ones into the bargain. As was Viggo, only his art now encompassed several different media and making films was becoming of less importance to the Dane.

“We have already talked about that… several times,” Sean said irritably, emphasising the last words with an air of finality that indicated he had no intention of doing so at the moment. Neither of them wanted to spoil their first precious day in many long months together so after a few deep breaths, Sean relaxed but even that did not improve his scowling lover’s mood.

“And we will again, I assure you, but not today it seems,” Viggo reluctantly conceded

“I almost forgot how bloody grouchy you are when you haven’t had your morning coffee,” Sean said as he brushed his lips against the curve of Viggo’s throat causing a shiver of pleasure to course through the Dane’s body.

“Am not, but even if I were, at least you would be able to tease me about it more often if you were here…” Viggo was nothing if not bloody single minded when he choose to be, a trait he shared with his lover and one that had the ability to turn their more heated ‘discussions’ into little wars.

They both often debated current affairs and the like, and found it probably the only activity they were prepared to admit they enjoyed doing over the phone. Their bills were enormous, because they held very differing views on many things, but it was money well spent.

“Please don’t say it. Don’t you realise just how much I love you, how much you mean to me? God Viggo, I spend every moment possible thinking of you, dreaming of you, remembering every kiss, every look, every touch. How could I ever forget even a single word you have said to me?” Sean asked, crushing their bodies together trying to get even closer.

“I love you, too Sean. More than words can say, and I miss you more than my heart can bear at times.”

“Miss you too, love.” Sean replied, as he tilted his head slightly so that he could nibble on Viggo’s very sensitive earlobe. “I know we need to talk more seriously about our future plans and I promise it will happen before I leave for London.”

“And just for the record, I am not grouchy but I am definitely horny now… and so are you.” Viggo declared, wantonly grinding his hips back against Sean’s groin and moaning loudly when he felt an answering thrust and a slick hardness slide along the cleft between his butt cheeks.

“I can’t argue with that.” There was laughter in Sean’s voice and in his eyes Viggo discovered when turned to face his lover, his own eyes glittering dangerously, not with anger but with a hunger only Sean could assuage. The message was loud and clear to the one who knew Viggo so well, but for the moment, Sean decided the sex could wait. What he wanted and needed more was the kind of closeness that to him was a more intimate expression of their relationship.

Tenderly cupping the back of Viggo’s head in his free hand, Sean trailed soft kisses along his lover’s brow, his closed eyelids, the line of his jaw until finally their lips met and made slow, passionate and undemanding love. That was how Viggo described the way it had made him feel the first time he and Sean had kissed like this, and that was how it felt every time since, for both of them. For many minutes the only sounds to be heard were of soft moans and hastily taken breaths as the lovers remained content just to share kisses and caresses that spoke of the depth of love in their hearts, of their affection for one another and of their joy in belonging together.

“It’s not coffee I want right now,” Viggo breathlessly assured his lover when the need for more carnal pleasuring became evident in the way they touched and in the low, throaty and so very seductive moans and whimpers that could not be contained as desire to be joined in the way of lovers raced through their blood.

The mention of coffee brought a brief frown of confusion to Sean’s brow. In the heat of the moment he had forgotten his earlier taunt but soon recalled his words and sighed inwardly at the strange way his daft lover’s mind often worked. Well, Sean decided, he was feeling playful so he might as well deliberately misinterpret Viggo’s intentions knowing without a doubt where his misbehaving would lead.

“Nor do I, I much prefer tea as you well know. But what I really want….” he said with a wicked grin, pausing for a beat and causing Viggo’s eyes to light up with desire and his hardened cock to twitch in anticipation. “… Is a shower,” Sean whispered, the sultry tone in his voice making the simple act of bathing sound nothing less than erotic and sinful.

Reluctantly unwrapping his hand from around the silky covered hardness between Viggo’s legs he stood up, stretched invitingly and allowed his tongue to do that wicked little lick that was almost enough to bring Viggo undone without a finger being laid on him, or in him for that matter.

“Coming, love?” There was nothing innocent in the question or how it was asked with Sean staring pointedly at Viggo’s weeping erection then slowly licking his lips again.

Teasing Viggo when he was already highly aroused always resulted in mind-blowing sex, and that was exactly what Sean wanted from his lover. Of course, there was no hiding the fact that Sean’s cock knew exactly what was on his mind but he managed to pretend he did not see the little smirk of victory that played on Viggo’s lips. His now deep blue eyes were smouldering with lust and there were beads of sweat glistening on the skin of the naked body that was burning hotly with desire.

“Not until I am buried in you,” Viggo replied in the voice that melted his lover’s bones. With a wicked grin and a manic little laugh, Viggo grabbed Sean’s hand and dragged him into the bathroom.

It was no surprise that, with the minimal amount of necessary preparation, Sean found himself pressed face first against the cold tiles, being fucked into oblivion. .

tbc