Whipped Cream
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rugbytackleTitle: Whipped Cream
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating:R
Archive: Rugbytackling
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Summary: Viggo is eating ice cream
DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. It’s all in my head!
It was bloody hot today and the half naked body of my co star didn’t help me cool off too. Male costar that is. Of course I wasn’t wearing anything else but shorts too.
I’ve been in New Zealand for 3 months now and it’s been a great time. Though we’re all tired and sometimes exhausted I wouldn’t have want to miss it for the world. It’s a beautiful country and it’s very thrilling working with such a large group of extremely dedicated people.
The other actors are all nice to work with and some of them have really become close friends.
LikeViggo.Viggo is a very special guy, nuts, but special. I am very glad he is my friend. We have the same age, share some interests and we get along very well.
He is a very unpredictable man, always in for a joke or doing something crazy, but he also has the unnerving ability to see right through you.
I’ll miss everybody when it’s over, realizing it will be a lot sooner for me, because I will die in the first film. But I’ll probably miss Viggo the most.
Did I mention how he looks, sitting on my terrace? Upper body bare, bronzed by the sun. Unshaven. Hair not combed. God’s gift to woman. Or to men. Men like me.
But I won’t go there. He’s my friend.
I am lost in my thoughts until I realize Viggo is speaking to me.
“Do you have any ice cream in your fridge, Sean? I am dying for it!”
”Yes I do, I’ll get it.”
”No, I will. Stay seated.”
”I relax in my deck chair again trying to move as little as possible when he comes back, carrying a tray with 2 bowls, 3 boxes of ice cream and 2 whipped cream canisters.
“Are you planning to invite everyone in Wellington? It will melt Viggo.”
“I am planning to eat that, well you can have some too…”
”Now that’s nice. Really Vig, I don’t know how you manage to stay that thin with all that chocolate and ice cream you eat.”
“It’s all in the genes, Sean. Come on, I’ll make you a bowl.”
He took one of the bowls and filled it with ice cream.
“Whipped cream?”
”Just a little, not too much”
We ate in silence for a while. Once in a while he stopped to get some more cream, till the canister was empty. He shook the new one.
“More cream, Sean?”
”No thanks, I’ve had enough.”
“How long did you have this one in your fridge Sean? It smells strange.”
He puts his bowl under my face and I, stupid fool I am, take a smell. Before I know it my face is pressed in his chocolate/strawberry/vanilla/whipped cream bowl and he’s howling with laughter.
“Christ Vig, you’re such a child! Come on, grow up” I mutter, making him laugh even more.
I get on my feet, but his hand on my arm stops me.
“Do you want me to clean you Sean?” His voice is still trembling a bit with laughter, but has reduced in volume and I look at him, he’s real close.
He moves even closer, I see his tongue coming out and slowly, very slowly he starts licking my face. I am mesmerized, unable to move, feeling his tongue slipping into my mouth.
Before I know it I am kissing back, tasting ice cream and Viggo, a mix of delights. He breaks the kiss, bows over to the table and scoops up a full hand of ice cream, smearing it over my chest. I hiss when the cold stuff hits my body, numbing my skin. He leans in, licking my chest, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my shorts, making me gasp when his cold fingers reach my cock. All I can do is moan, his tongue lapping my chest again and he goes to his knees swallowing my cock. My hands getting hold of his head, pulling him even closer. My fingers clutching strands of his hair and I am too close, too soon.
I mumble a warning, but he’s keeping me close, holding my hips in his steady grip.
I come, harder than ever, my knees nearly buckling beneath me, but his hands are keeping me up, steadying me.
When I finally come to myself again, he’s still on his knees, looking up to me.
He’s smiling when he says: “what, no sprinkles?”
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Date: 2006-01-09 07:41 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing it with us, Govi!
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Date: 2006-01-09 08:52 am (UTC)Hello
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Date: 2006-01-09 08:43 pm (UTC)How am I supposed to be good, with that thought in my head ????
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