rugbytackle | Ficlet: Artistically Cornered (R)

Title: Artistically Cornered
Rating: R
Pairing: SB/VM
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I have no idea where the sexual (or any other) preferences of these lovely men lie.
Summary: Viggo is painting, Sean is keeping him company.
A/N: Another 'Sean's Corner' fic, as requested.

On the nights when he was home and had fallen asleep wrapped in Viggo’s arms, Sean always knew when his lover was no longer in their bed. Whether it was the dipping of the mattress, or the sudden loss of bodily warmth next to him that always roused him regardless of how soundly he was sleeping, Sean could not say. Perhaps it was the soft click of the bedroom door being carefully closed behind Viggo’s artist persona that triggered the response, just as it had tonight… no make that this morning, Sean’s drowsy mind amended as he looked as the bright red numbers on the bedside clock that told him it was ten past two.

Suddenly recalling the newest addition to the studio, the very comfortable, and robust, (as they had proven several times earlier last night,) armchair that was to be found in his corner, he sleepily stumbled after Viggo.

To Sean’s way of thinking, Viggo had given him the most romantic present he had ever received, a true gift from the heart. Not the chair itself but the special place the reclusive artist had made for Sean in his studio. To be offered a piece of this most sacred part of Viggo’s world was a silent declaration of his love and commitment, a symbol of just how much Sean was needed and wanted.

Sean had not intended to interrupt the artist at work when he entered the studio, but he simply could not resist placing a soft kiss on the nape of Viggo’s neck. Without missing a brush stroke on the canvas in front of him, Viggo glanced over his shoulder, smiled and raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the blanket haphazardly covering Sean’s nakedness.

“Forget something, Sean?” he teased although being naked himself he was hardly in a position to do so. Sean couldn’t be bothered becoming involved in an obscure discussion that would likely result from his pointing out this fact to Viggo, so he merely rolled his eyes and yawned loudly.

“ I’m too bloody tired to get dressed, you wore me out, love,” Sean said, playfully swatting Viggo’s naked rear. Viggo grabbed the wayward hand, brought it to his lips and kissed Sean’s wrist, then deciding that a proper kiss was in order, proceeded to see how far down Sean’s throat his tongue would reach.

“You should have stayed in bed,” Viggo chukled, holding onto Sean, using his strength to offer the Brit the support his knees no longer provided.

“Lonely in there without you, wanna go back?” Sean’s bedroom voice was almost irresistible, but for reasons only Viggo knew, it also reminded him of deep blue silk, the exact shade of blue on his brush. Artist and lover fought a brief internal battle.

“Later, I need to finish this first,” Viggo said turning back to his painting not without a touch of regret.

“Okay, then I’ll just stay and keep you company, me chair’s almost as cosy as our bed.”

“Love you, Sean.” Was the only reply possible.

“I know.”

Sean stretched out to his full length, covered himself with his blanket and clasped his hands behind his head to act as a pillow. His body weight pushed the recliner back as far as possible until he was almost laying down, the movement causing a gentle rocking motion that was incredibly relaxing… and soothing…. and as good as a sleeping pill, Sean thought as he began to feel very drowsy.

Viggo could tell just by the sound of Sean’s gentle breathing that he was fast asleep, so he switched off the lights, content to paint with the illumination provided by the bright, full moon shining through the floor to ceiling windows that made up one wall of the studio.

When he turned around, he saw that the blanket had slipped to the floor and he took a step towards Sean’s corner, meaning to pick it up and cover his lover’s sleeping form, but was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to paint instead. Not the piece he had been working on, but the breathtakingly gorgeous and arousing sight that he now beheld.

Sean ‘s features were softer when he was relaxed and made him look even more desirable, and the hint of pink tongue that parted his lips was wickedly tempting. White moonlight played over the lightly tanned skin, casting soft shadows on ripples caused by muscles beneath the surface and making the small beads of sweat that covered Sean’s body glisten. Viggo’s mouth watered with a desire to slake his thirst on every one of them. Sean’s sex lay limply against his thigh, strangely erotic in its peaceful respose against dark curls. Viggo could feel his desire growing and unlike Sean, was soon rock hard.

“My Sean.” Viggo reverently sighed the name he had already chosen for the painting as he set up a new canvas.

Totally absorbed in what was truly a labour of love, Viggo did not notice Sean’s eyelids, still heavy with sleep, flutter partly open. Seeing his lover was still hard at work, Sean simply allowed his mind to drift until a gentle puff of summer breeze found its way through the open window and passed over his body, evaporating some of the sweat, forming goose bumps and causing a deliciously sensual shiver to travel through his body. He closed his eyes and moaned softly when the next breath of warm air brushed over his cock, the touch that felt amazingly like Viggo’s caress causing another moan, and a shudder as he moved his legs apart to relieve the growing pressure on his balls.

Viggo frowned at the unwanted, but extremely inviting change in his model’s body, but he knew exactly how to take care of the problem. Casting the artist back into his soul for now, the lover knelt between the wantonly spread legs.

“Let me taste you, Sean.”