Ficlet: Kiss the Milkman(R)
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rugbytackleTitle: Kiss the Milkman
Rating: R
Pairing: SB/VM
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and makes no claims as to the lifestyle preferences of these men.
Summary: A milkshake flavoured with domestic silliness.
Not a morning person at the best of times, Sean had woken up in a shit of a mood, head cold threatening to explode his brain, no Viggo to snuggle up to and the damn, old fashioned wind up alarm clock ringing noisily somewhere under the bed. For the last he had only himself to blame because that was where it had ended up when Sean’s foot had accidentally connected with it in a reflex action triggered in response to that wicked thing Viggo had been doing with his tongue at the time. God it had felt good, made him writhe uncontrollably and kick everything off the nightstand.
Crawling around on the cold floor to retrieve the noisy clock had only made his headache worse, but he was nonetheless proud of himself for resisting the temptation to throw the bloody thing out the window. If it had not been one of Viggo’s favourites, a gift from Henry in fact, it would have been long gone.
Since he couldn’t have Viggo to keep him warm at the moment (Where the hell was he, anyway? Not in the studio as Sean suspected he might have been, not in the bathroom… not in the house, in fact), Sean decided a nice hot cuppa would make an admirable substitute so dragging on a pair of boxers, he stumbled into the kitchen and almost burnt his hand on the teapot that sat already steeping on the bench.
“Gutta love that Viggo,” Sean smiled as he sucked on his burnt fingers, imaging what better use he would put them to when he finally found his elusive lover. He poured a mug of tea and then went to the fridge for some milk, cursing loudly when he found none there. “What the fuck?” he sighed when he finally noticed the hastily scrawled note that was stuck on the door along with the grocery list that Viggo was supposed to have shopped for the day before.
“Oops, forgot again, sorry Sean. Back in a minute with some milk. IOU one … or two…V.” Sean rolled his eyes in exasperation at his lover’s forgetfulness. As desperate as he was for a cuppa, he could easily go next door and ask the old dear for some milk, but the corner store was only a few minutes drive away, so Viggo should be back any time now.
Something to look forward to, Sean’s cock reminded him, twitching in anticipation. Whenever Viggo forgot to take his turn at the errands, he always made it up to Sean with some brilliant sex. At times like that, Sean was extremely grateful for Viggo’s short term memory loss, whether it was deliberate or not.
Thinking his headache would certainly take the edge off their upcoming reunion, Sean went in search of some painkillers then returned to the kitchen. He sat at thetable drumming his fingers impatiently, glancing up at the wall clock every few minutes to check the time. Viggo should have been back an hour ago and Sean was becoming concerned. He could not call him because Viggo’s phone had been another of the ‘nightstand’ casualties, and was still under the bed.
Perhaps he should go looking for him, maybe he had a flat tyre or something, Sean thought as he headed for the bedroom to get dressed and do just that. The sound of a car pulling into the drive changed his mind and he almost ran to get the door for Viggo.
“Bloody hell. Where the fuck have you been and what’s in all those bags?” Sean asked not bothering to hide his worry , nor his frustration as he held the door open, then followed Viggo into the kitchen.
“Morning to you, too, lover,” Viggo replied gruffly without offering even his cheek for a kiss. He was obviously pissed about something, but Sean was having none of that and pulled his irate lover into his arms and kissed him soundly until he felt his anger melt away. “Mmm, I love the way you kiss me, do that again,” Viggo whispered, this time eagerly offering his lips for the taking. Sean so no reason not to do as he was asked.
“So, where were you? I was getting worried,” Sean admitted a little sheepishly. Viggo was touched by his lover’s concern and affectionately caressed Sean’s cheek with his finger.
“Trying to buy milk… do you know how many different kinds there are?” He asked as he began unpacking the grocery bags.
“Aside from cow’s milk you mean?” Sean asked not quite sure what Viggo was on about.
“No, well, yes I suppose there is goat and soy as well, but I mean, lite, full cream, low fat, skim milk to name but a few… they’re all here. Do you know how bad I felt because there was something about you I did not know?”
“What might that be?” Sean was almost afraid to ask.
“I have never really asked you what kind of milk you prefer, so I had to buy some of each,” Viggo said indicating the cartons of various size and shape that now covered the table.
“Well, full cream is the one I like, you just had to look in the fridge to see that,you nutter. Or you could have , were there any left. Is that what took you so long?” Sean teased with an amused smile at the silly but thoughtful gesture.
“Nah, the lines to the bank were down at the store and I didn't have any cash so I had to fucking drive to the nearest service station to use the teller machine. That piece of technological shit was out of order as well, so I had to go all the bloody way into town!” Viggo declared his anger returning as he threw his wallet and keys on the table. Sean stood behind his lover and wrapped arms around him holding him close as he nuzzled his neck.
“Settle down love, it’s not cash or any nasty piece of modern technology you’ll be needing to pay this back,” Sean’s voice was seduction wrapped in silk as he reached down and traced the outline of Viggo’s hardened cock with the little scrap of paper from the fridge.
Rating: R
Pairing: SB/VM
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and makes no claims as to the lifestyle preferences of these men.
Summary: A milkshake flavoured with domestic silliness.
Not a morning person at the best of times, Sean had woken up in a shit of a mood, head cold threatening to explode his brain, no Viggo to snuggle up to and the damn, old fashioned wind up alarm clock ringing noisily somewhere under the bed. For the last he had only himself to blame because that was where it had ended up when Sean’s foot had accidentally connected with it in a reflex action triggered in response to that wicked thing Viggo had been doing with his tongue at the time. God it had felt good, made him writhe uncontrollably and kick everything off the nightstand.
Crawling around on the cold floor to retrieve the noisy clock had only made his headache worse, but he was nonetheless proud of himself for resisting the temptation to throw the bloody thing out the window. If it had not been one of Viggo’s favourites, a gift from Henry in fact, it would have been long gone.
Since he couldn’t have Viggo to keep him warm at the moment (Where the hell was he, anyway? Not in the studio as Sean suspected he might have been, not in the bathroom… not in the house, in fact), Sean decided a nice hot cuppa would make an admirable substitute so dragging on a pair of boxers, he stumbled into the kitchen and almost burnt his hand on the teapot that sat already steeping on the bench.
“Gutta love that Viggo,” Sean smiled as he sucked on his burnt fingers, imaging what better use he would put them to when he finally found his elusive lover. He poured a mug of tea and then went to the fridge for some milk, cursing loudly when he found none there. “What the fuck?” he sighed when he finally noticed the hastily scrawled note that was stuck on the door along with the grocery list that Viggo was supposed to have shopped for the day before.
“Oops, forgot again, sorry Sean. Back in a minute with some milk. IOU one … or two…V.” Sean rolled his eyes in exasperation at his lover’s forgetfulness. As desperate as he was for a cuppa, he could easily go next door and ask the old dear for some milk, but the corner store was only a few minutes drive away, so Viggo should be back any time now.
Something to look forward to, Sean’s cock reminded him, twitching in anticipation. Whenever Viggo forgot to take his turn at the errands, he always made it up to Sean with some brilliant sex. At times like that, Sean was extremely grateful for Viggo’s short term memory loss, whether it was deliberate or not.
Thinking his headache would certainly take the edge off their upcoming reunion, Sean went in search of some painkillers then returned to the kitchen. He sat at thetable drumming his fingers impatiently, glancing up at the wall clock every few minutes to check the time. Viggo should have been back an hour ago and Sean was becoming concerned. He could not call him because Viggo’s phone had been another of the ‘nightstand’ casualties, and was still under the bed.
Perhaps he should go looking for him, maybe he had a flat tyre or something, Sean thought as he headed for the bedroom to get dressed and do just that. The sound of a car pulling into the drive changed his mind and he almost ran to get the door for Viggo.
“Bloody hell. Where the fuck have you been and what’s in all those bags?” Sean asked not bothering to hide his worry , nor his frustration as he held the door open, then followed Viggo into the kitchen.
“Morning to you, too, lover,” Viggo replied gruffly without offering even his cheek for a kiss. He was obviously pissed about something, but Sean was having none of that and pulled his irate lover into his arms and kissed him soundly until he felt his anger melt away. “Mmm, I love the way you kiss me, do that again,” Viggo whispered, this time eagerly offering his lips for the taking. Sean so no reason not to do as he was asked.
“So, where were you? I was getting worried,” Sean admitted a little sheepishly. Viggo was touched by his lover’s concern and affectionately caressed Sean’s cheek with his finger.
“Trying to buy milk… do you know how many different kinds there are?” He asked as he began unpacking the grocery bags.
“Aside from cow’s milk you mean?” Sean asked not quite sure what Viggo was on about.
“No, well, yes I suppose there is goat and soy as well, but I mean, lite, full cream, low fat, skim milk to name but a few… they’re all here. Do you know how bad I felt because there was something about you I did not know?”
“What might that be?” Sean was almost afraid to ask.
“I have never really asked you what kind of milk you prefer, so I had to buy some of each,” Viggo said indicating the cartons of various size and shape that now covered the table.
“Well, full cream is the one I like, you just had to look in the fridge to see that,you nutter. Or you could have , were there any left. Is that what took you so long?” Sean teased with an amused smile at the silly but thoughtful gesture.
“Nah, the lines to the bank were down at the store and I didn't have any cash so I had to fucking drive to the nearest service station to use the teller machine. That piece of technological shit was out of order as well, so I had to go all the bloody way into town!” Viggo declared his anger returning as he threw his wallet and keys on the table. Sean stood behind his lover and wrapped arms around him holding him close as he nuzzled his neck.
“Settle down love, it’s not cash or any nasty piece of modern technology you’ll be needing to pay this back,” Sean’s voice was seduction wrapped in silk as he reached down and traced the outline of Viggo’s hardened cock with the little scrap of paper from the fridge.
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