Starting the new year with a Bang

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Title:Starting the New Year with a Bang 

Author: mooms
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: NC17
Summary:Viggo  plans fireworks to see in the New Year

Warnings: RPS

Disclaimer: Written for fun, not profit. This is a work of imagination and does not imply anything about the real life activities of either person.

Archive : Viggo_cursive and rugbytackle
Author’s note : This was written for prompt # 55 on 100 Christmas prompts for rugbytackle (New Year’s Eve)

 

Starting the New Year with a Bang

 

 

 

New year’s Eve had dawned crisp and cold. Now, watery sunlight filtered its way beneath the blinds and oozed across Sean’s face, relaxed and vulnerable in sleep, his tongue protruding a little like a cat’s.

 

Sean  woke to a cold bed, correctly deducing that Viggo had been up a long time and had presumably gone to see to the horses. He lay for a moment, coming round, his sensitive nostrils detecting the aroma of freshly brewed tea, as footsteps came upstairs and the bedroom door was kicked open, both  Viggo’s hands being occupied by two sturdy and steaming mugs.

 

He brought with him the smell of cold, of outdoors, of barns and horses, as he set Sean’s mug down on the nightstand and settled down to sit on the edge of the bed.

 

“Good morning, or should I perhaps say ‘good afternoon’ you lazy     bastard ?”

 

“Give over, Vig, it’s still early. And you should have woken me. You know I like to help you around the place.”

 

“Well, I figured you needed your beauty sleep, Sean. You have being looking a little worn around the edges lately. Showing your age, old man.”

 

Viggo’s lighting reflexes enabled him to duck without spilling a drop of his maté, as Sean attacked with a pillow and a roar of indignation.

 

“Cheeky bugger ! Yer a full six months older than me !! Just because I don’t have a portrait in the fucking attic like you ! Anyroad, who is the one responsible for keeping me awake most of the night ?”

 

Viggo bared his teeth in a wolfish grin.

 

“I am aren’t I, “ he said proudly, “but you know you love it.”

 

Leaning forward, he bit into Sean’s exposed collarbone, hard, causing him to draw in his breath sharply, as the skilful teeth just avoided breaking the skin, but exerted enough pressure to leave a bruise.

 

Then he stood up in one swift, fluid movement, saying,

“Blueberry pancakes in 15 minutes. Be on time, Sean, or else !!”

and he was gone.

 

Sean was downstairs, duly showered, shaved and dressed in twelve minutes, just as Viggo was flipping the pancakes onto warm plates. He had been tempted to linger and find out what “or else” might mean, but he was hungry after last night’s gymnastics and he was confident he could find other means of disobedience worthy of punishment throughout the day. 

 

“So, then, Vig, as you are so keen on traditions, what New Year’s traditions have you got in store tonight ?”

 

“ Fireworks, Sean.”

 

Sean felt a little disappointed. He liked fireworks all right, but it seemed as if everybody celebrated with those now, everywhere in the world, so there was nothing particularly special or exciting about them. Knowing Viggo, of course, he might have got hold of some extra special, exotic, dramatic ones.

 

Throughout the day, Sean helped Viggo with chores around the cabin and the barns and made sure that the yule log was kept burning, as according to tradition, it must be for the full twelve days. From time to time. He wondered where Viggo had hidden the fireworks, for hidden they must be.

 

He had not seen them in barns or outhouses, nor in the kitchen or cupboards indoors. Viggo might be a mad bastard at times, but surely he wouldn’t have hidden them under the bed, would he ? Although Sean couldn’t really bring himself to believe Viggo capable of such insanity, he was not stupid, after all, he did permit himself a crafty peek under the bed, just to reassure himself. No fireworks there, he was relieved to confirm.

 

Late evening found them lying curled around each other on the couch, close to the fireplace, where the log was still blazing merrily, sipping mulled wine and “snogging”, as Sean called it like teenagers.

 

Sean was filled with a warm feeling inside, which was not just down to the wine. He recognized this as happiness and couldn’t remember, when he had last felt pure happiness.

 

 This had been a good holiday, with just the two of them and no pressures from agents or journalists. He pushed away the thought that tomorrow, on the first day of the New Year, he would have to leave and pursue his filming commitments, while Viggo had a gallery exhibition in LA in just over a week and had to prepare.

 

“So come on then, where have you hidden them ?” 

 

Sean could have bitten his tongue. He just had to break the companionable silence between them, with a stupid question, didn’t he ?

 

Viggo turned the fathomless depths of his ever-changing eyes on him and he could see the dancing flames from the fireplace reflected there, oceans and fire. *Shit, I’m turning poetic like him. Must be catching*

 

“Hidden what, Sean ?” Viggo’s deep growl made the tiny hairs stand up all over Sean’s body and his prick, already interested, stand up to join them.

 

“OK, don’t tell me, then !” slightly annoyed.

 

Viggo’s mouth moved close to his ear, murmuring,

 

“If I tell you, there won’t be a surprise at midnight,” before nipping at his very sensitive earlobe.

 

Sean shivered and bared his throat as the teeth moved down, hearing the clock chime and knowing that there was only an hour to go.

 

He woke with a start, aware that he must have dozed off and that once again, his elusive lover was nowhere to be seen. He rubbed his eyes and as his eyes focused on the clock, he saw that there were now only twenty minutes until midnight.

Sean sat up, wondering whether he should be getting his coat to go outside for Viggo’s fireworks.

 

“It’s nearly time. You should get  ready, Sean !”

 

He jumped, as Viggo appeared in front of him, completely naked, the firelight gilding his firm, spare body and held out his hand.

 

“Look mate, I know you are a nature boy and I know you are basically unhinged, but isn’t it a bit cold to be going outside like that ? If you think I’m……..”

 

“Ssh !” Viggo silenced him with a firm and dominant kiss and on this occasion, Sean docilely allowed himself to be pulled upstairs and pushed first into the toilet, to use the facilities, then into the shower, where he was quickly and efficiently washed and dried with a thick, fluffy towel.

 

Still unprotesting, he was propelled into the bedroom, where scores of candles flickered around the room and the bed had been made up with red satin sheets, slippery against his skin.

 

Sean was pushed onto his back amidst a pile of pillows and his wrists  were deftly handcuffed to the headboard, while his burgeoning  cock was imprisoned in a shining cock-ring.

 

“Who said anything about going outside ?” Again, Viggo smiled in a predatory way at him, before kneeling between his spread legs  and  beginning to worship his body with hands and mouth, driving him insane with desire and need.

 

Biting again at Sean’s collarbone on the other side and making a matching bruise, Viggo retrieved the lube he had placed under the pillows earlier and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, his eyes never leaving Sean’s as he stretched and prepared him.

He raised Sean’s hips, pulling them onto his lap and placing Sean’s legs over his shoulders.

 

Sean’s throbbing erection wept and strained to be free, as Viggo covered his own with lube and began his deliciously slow slide into Sean’s silken heat.

 

Sean, moaned incoherently and thrashed his head from side to side, arching his back and pushing against Viggo, trying to speed up his impalement, but Viggo kept a firm grip on his hips and maintained control until he was seated fully inside Sean.

 

“God, Vig, for fuck’s sake, fuck me !”

 

And he did, thrusting harder and harder into Sean’s body as the clock began to chime midnight, angling himself to brush Sean’s prostrate with each thrust and timing himself, so that as the last chime sounded, he came violently, releasing  Sean’s cock-ring simultaneously so that Sean saw….

 

Fireworks !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Fantastic Fic Mooms! Love the realistic "feel" to it.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Govi. *Hug*

[jenny-elffan.livejournal.com]

I am clearly with the wrong man: I asked my beloved last night, "Are we going to start the New Year with a bang?" but he fell asleep!

Loved the story, Mooms. I love the verbal interplay between these two men. As Govi said, it is very realistic.

But, "hearing the cock chime"?! Either you need someone to beta for you or I definitely AM with the wrong man! The mind boggles!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Whoops, Jen !! Glad you liked the story and thanks for pointing out the Freudian slip. Have edited now !!

[halszka.livejournal.com]

I love it. They are great together. The sex was absolutely fantastic.
Thank you, and I will love to read more stores of you, like that one.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading and commenting. I am glad you enjoyed it !

[jubeth-00.livejournal.com]

This was great and much more interesting than 'traditional' fireworks for Sean and Viggo.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you.

[brigantine.livejournal.com]

Look mate, I know you are a nature boy and I know you are basically unhinged...

*snort!* That's priceless! This was fun. I like the idea of Sean and Vig slithering around in red satin sheets!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you, for reading and commenting. It was fun to write.

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

Yes, the best sort of fireworks...!