First Time
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rugbytackleTitle: First Time
Pairing: Viggo/Sean/Merrick
Rating: R
Archiving: Rugbytackling/Green Opals
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Summary: Viggo’s still unsure who he’s dealing with
You should really read the first three chapters to let it make sense. You'll find
part 1 here: http://govi20.livejournal.com/13581.html#cutid1
part 2 here: http://govi20.livejournal.com/14412.html#cutid1
part 3 here: http://govi20.livejournal.com/14776.html#cutid1
DISCLAIMER: I don’t know these man, it never happened, it’s just in my head!
“The tests I’ll be running on you will be severe and you’ll need to be relaxed.
I must admit my attention for you is not purely clinical. It must have been a distracting day when I made you into what you are. A very arousing prototype if I must say so, a bit disturbing and I can’t focus on my work. So I’ll just will have to take the edge off.”
He added another finger and Viggo whimpered, because it hurt.
“Ahh, of course.“
The fingers were gone, returning after a few minutes, slicked now. It still hurt a little, but good. All he could think of was that it hurt in the right way and he just succumbed to the feeling.
Driving deep in him, teasing, making him moan and forget his anxieties. Then they curled up and his body buckled, his muscles clenching and he cried out in pleasure. Again and again those long fingers stroked him inside, letting his body jerk with the jolts going through it.
He was so ready.
“Get on your knees, keep your head low.”
The voice was faltering a little now and he clinged to that feeling. Somewhere inside he needed the other man to be influenced by this too, he needed that.
He felt the weight of him on the bed now, placing himself between his legs. One gloved hand grabbed his hip, the other one lining up.
Slowly he was breeched, slowly but persistent and he just gave up thinking, for once trusting
someone else to do the thinking.
And then there was no thinking at all anymore, just need. A hand came down on the nape of his neck, pinning his head down. He felt better now, this he knew. Sean, the body he knew so well, those powerful thrusts. Sean, who knew how to brush his prostate making him beg for more. He lost himself in that feeling. Still he was sure he never felt anything like this before, it felt like the first time.
“Please Sean, more,’ he begged.
And then the world just stopped, the sounds stopped, the movement stopped.
Everything around him seem to freeze, freeze in this moment and when he finally heard the cool voice coming from behind him, he cringed,
“Who’s Sean?”
And finally, finally fear got the better of him.
THE END
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Date: 2006-02-06 08:26 pm (UTC)kinda...freaky ending....but at the same time, it IS sean so....lol
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Date: 2006-02-06 09:25 pm (UTC)*wanders off lost in thoughts again*
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