Green, part 7 The End
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rugbytackleTitle: Green , part 7
Pairing: Sean Miller/Viggo Mortensen AU
Rating: R
Archive: Rugbytackling
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Disclaimer: I don’t know these men, it never happened, it’s all in my head!
Sean stayed silent for a while.
“I don’t bottom, Viggo.”
“Well I don’t usually give shelter to murderers, feed them, clothed them. I Even lied to the police to keep you from being arrested.”
“Allrïght then, if that’s what makes you happy.”
“Come on. Sean, you’ll like it. Now you get on that bed for a change.”
”Don’t push your luck friend!”
He pushed Sean on his back on the bed and straddled him. He let his hands hover the muscled chest, stroking, pinching a nipple. Bending over, he licked and kissed a wet path, tasting him. He licked the hollow of his throat, sucking on the spot right beneath his ear, making him gasp.
But when he leaned in to kiss him, Sean turned his head away.
“I don’t kiss men Viggo.”
So he just worked his way down Sean’s body till he reached his cock. He wrapped his hand around it squeezed a little and just lapped at the top. Sean didn’t protest this time, so Viggo just opened his mouth and took him all the way in and Sean moaned. His hands came down to Viggo head, cradling him and forcing him to take in his powerful thrusts.
He put one hand on Sean’s hip to steady him, used the other one to cup his balls and relaxed his throat enough to take him in. There was nothing wrong with his technique and he knew it.
It was nice to hear Sean moaning and grunting like a dying man. To feel the power and he loved every minute of it.
Sean’s thrusts were getting stronger and his grip on his head tightened.
“I am close’ grunted between clenched teeth, warning him
Viggo just put both hands on his hips, holding him tight, until Sean finally bucked his hips and came, his shouts of pleasure echoing in the room.
Viggo looked up. Sean let out a shuddering breath, his eyes still closed, sweat glistening on his brow. He looked beautiful and suddenly Viggo couldn’t wait to get inside him, to take him. He dug up the lube from under the bed, popping the lid and slicking his fingers.
Sean had opened his eyes again, watching him, the green bright as crystal.
He prepared him slowly, stroking his thighs soothingly with his other hand, until Sean was pushing down on three fingers. He twisted his fingers until a tremor in Sean’s body told him he found his prostate and Sean started begging for more.
He withdrew his fingers and slowly entered Sean’s body. He was still very tight and Viggo watched his face while he slowly made progress, inch by painstaking inch, trying not to hurt him too much. He bit his lip in order not to just come from the feeling of clenching, pulsating heat around him, until he was finally there.
His thrusts still slow, but increasing the pace, changing his angle, till Sean cried out again and he could let go and just fuck him. It felt so good, Sean felt so good and he knew he was not going to last long. He fumbled his hand between them to stroke Sean’s cock increasing the pace until Sean came and the sound of that made him come too. He collapsed on Sean’s chest, the fast beating of his heart mingling with Sean’s.
He finally rolled off beside him and couldn’t help but snuggling up. But Sean didn’t push him away this time. He didn’t hold him either, just allowed Viggo to hold him and they drifted asleep like that.
“Viggo, wake up! It’s almost ten! I am going to take a shower.”
Sean got out of bed, moving slowly, glaring accusingly at Viggo.
”Christ, I am sore.”
“You haven’t eaten yet, I’ll fix you some sandwiches.”
Viggo was in the kitchen when Sean came in, dressed in one of Viggo’s pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt.
“Can I take your green jacket too and leave my leather here with the rest of the stuff? Just see what you do with it. I am afraid to be recognized when I wear those clothes.
“Yeah sure. Did you get your things out of the pockets?”
“I had nothing with me, just a picture belonging to my brother, that’s all.”
Small talk, Viggo thought. But then again, what else was there to say?
“I’d better be going then. Hey, I…thanks for all you did for me. You’re a good man Viggo. I hope you’ll have your big chance and perhaps I’ll see you on the big screen one day.”
“Yeah, who knows. Take care of yourself Sean. Please don’t get killed.”
Sean hugged him and walked to the door, Viggo following right behind him.
His hand already on the knob, Sean suddenly turned around, clutching his fingers in Viggo’s shirt and yanking him close. Hs mouth closed over Viggo’s, his tongue pushing behind his teeth, tasting him, devouring him. He broke the kiss abruptly and before Viggo knew it he opened the door and was gone, leaving him behind with trembling knees.
He just stood there, staring at the closed door. He was not going to cry!
He was going back to bed and indulge in self pity, have a terrible night and get on with his life the next morning.
He went back to the bedroom. The first thing he saw was a picture on his pillow.
It was a picture of Ireland, an old picture. It looked as if someone had carried it with him for years. There was a printing in gold on it saying: “Ireland, the Green.”
His brother’s picture, Viggo thought, why did he leave that for me?
He turned it around, there was something written on it.
“I wish I could stay too. Sean.”
THE END
Previous Chapters:
http://govi20.livejournal.com/10464.html#cutid1
http://govi20.livejournal.com/10618.html#cutid1
http://govi20.livejournal.com/10882.html#cutid1
http://govi20.livejournal.com/11131.html#cutid1
http://govi20.livejournal.com/11398.html#cutid1
http://govi20.livejournal.com/11714.html#cutid1
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Date: 2006-01-22 04:22 pm (UTC)I too felt tears pricking my eyes in that last chapter.
Thank you for sharing it with us. Hugs Susie.
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