just another party, part 2
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govi20You'll find part 1 here: http://govi20.livejournal.com/30610.html#cutid1
DISCLAIMER: I don't know these men, it never happened, it's all just in my head!
Sean woke up to the familiar feeling of a slight headache and a terrible taste in his mouth. At least it was a slight headache this time. He must have been only slightly drunk.
Last night came suddenly back to him, his mind willingly providing him with images of him fucking what’s her name blending into Viggo kissing him.
The thought of the girl aroused him, the thought of Viggo got him hard instantly and he shifted in his bed.
Viggo was his friend. Had been a very good friend from the beginning, they shared a lot and that was good. Like they shared their trailer.
That’s where it went wrong, Sean thought. Almost every day waiting for his turn to shower, watching Viggo undress. Every day it seemed to take longer for him to get into the shower.
Sometimes it made Sean wonder if he did it on purpose. But he probably just liked the feeling of being freed of clothes after wearing the Aragorn costume all day.
The trailer being small there wasn’t much else he could focus on. So he sat on the couch, drinking his first beer of the day and enjoyed the show.
Then two days ago Viggo had dropped something and bend over the chair to pick it up. He could just stare for a second and then closed his eyes deliberately.
When that girl came onto him so strongly yesterday evening he didn’t plan it. The garage seemed like a good idea, no fear for intruding Hobbits there.
The minute he saw the car he knew what he wanted. Bending the girl over the hood, replacing her body with Viggo’s in his mind he let it all go.
The girl, getting a bit more then she wanted, struggled a little making it even more arousing to pin her down. It was the best orgasm he had in years.
When he came back to his senses he muttered an excuse to the poor girl. Probably the last time she’d go jumping celebs he thought wryly.
He stood outside for a while; cooling off and then he slowly went back into the house. Stupid game from earlier that night was still going on.
He carefully made his way through bottles and glasses on the sticky floor, trying to find beer and Viggo. He found the beer all right and managed to gulp down half the bottle in one time.
He walked into the kitchen and there, leaning to the sink, was Viggo. Sean wanted to say something when he cached the strange look on Viggo’s face and he froze.
Before he knew it Viggo had him slammed against the fridge, leaned in and shove his tongue into Sean’s mouth. And before he knew it he was kissing him back.
Moaning in the kiss Sean let his hand roam over Viggo’s back, down to his butt, stroking him. Astonishingly he felt himself get hard again.
He didn’t know how long it took before they heard voices and they had to break their kiss.
Could only stare at each other through the suddenly crowded kitchen.
Then Viggo turned and went away, probably driving home with someone else, because he was gone. Leaving Sean confused. And hard again.
Getting out of bed and into the shower, Sean tried ro figure out how to deal with this situation. Should he pretend he didn’t remember? Make a joke about it?
Should he get into his car and drive to Viggo? Have a talk about. But then Viggo would know and perhaps he’d been only joking, or drunk. Or both.
He just finished breakfast when he saw Viggo parking in front of his house. His blood pounding in his ears, he opened the door to let him in.
Viggo followed him to the kitchen, leaning to the sink again. He looked like he didn’t sleep too well and said nothing.
Sean nervously searched for words, wanting to break the uneasy silence.
“I couldn’t find you yesterday night, so I went away without you.”
“I walked home, Sean.”
The blue eyes looked straight into his, watching his reaction.
“You walked eight miles in the dark?”
“I needed to think.”
“Now you want me to ask you what about? Well, what about?”
“I saw you in the garage Sean.”
“You what? Did you spy on me?”
“I just sort of walked into it...really. But it made me realize some things. Made things clear.”
“Like what?”
“How I feel about you.”
When Sean stayed silent, Viggo left his place near the sink and sat down on the chair closest to Sean. He grabbed Sean’s hands and looked him in the eye.
“I was very jealous of that girl, Sean. Wishing it was me. Pinned down like that. I tried to make out with one of the girls, but it didn’t work. But that kiss worked.”
“It worked for me too, Vig. And in a way it was you in that garage. Tried to chase your ghost away, I guess.”
Sean pulled Viggo up by his hands and kissed him. Using his weight to push Viggo onto the fridge this time. Kissed him till they were both out of breath.
When Sean started undressing him Viggo looked up at him.
“Your bedroom?”
“No, later. I have nothing there to bend you over.”
“The garage then?”
“Have you got anything against kitchen sinks? Turn around and bend over.”
Nimble fingers unbuttoning his shirt, Viggo swallowed, feeling a little panic. He watched it falling to the floor and his eyes closed when Sean’s hand started working on his fly.
A moan escaped his lips and he shivered when Sean reached in and stroked him. He was aroused but a bit scared at the same time.
Sean’s voice in his ear, sounding like something he could taste, lick.
“Have you ever done this before?”
“Yeah, but a long time ago. Have you?”
A low chuckle. “Yeah, but I was always on the receiving side. So don’t worry: I know how it feels.”
Sounds of Sean rummaging through the kitchen cupboards. His hands pulling Viggo’s jeans down.
And then that voice again, while long slick fingers prepared him. Olive oil, he wondered?
The benefits of the kitchen sink.
“So how long did you watch last night, Vig?” Something new slipping into that voice, hot and seductive.
“Did you run in and just walked away?”
An agonizing slow lick on the back of his neck and a twisting of fingers.
He groaned, but was still able to give a coherent reply.
“I couldn’t go away, I was mesmerized.”
“You’re not going anywhere now.”
A hand coming down on his neck, pinning him, controlling him.
Then Sean finally entered him, careful but persistent and he lost all thoughts. Lost them in his wild ecstatic pleasure.
The touch of Sean’s hand on his cock enough to make him come, his face still pressed to the sink till Sean came too.
He stayed there till Sean’s hands lifted him up and pulled him in an embrace. In those hands he felt a promise, a commitment.
He looked up in green eyes and just said: “yes”.
Enough.
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Date: 2006-04-09 03:46 pm (UTC)“No, later. I have nothing there to bend you over.”
Holy fucking shit. *whimpers* So hot. Not able to speak in full sentences here. *whimpers more and can never look at a kitchen sink again*
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Date: 2006-04-09 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-09 03:55 pm (UTC)I love it when guys admit themselves to the ones they care like this!*SQUEE!*
He stayed there till Sean’s hands lifted him up and pulled him in an embrace. In those hands he felt a promise, a commitment.
He looked up in green eyes and just said: “yes”.
Enough.
This is brilliant!!Thanx for sharing this last part;)
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Date: 2006-04-09 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-10 07:26 am (UTC)I've just read it three times. Liked the dialog so much!
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Date: 2006-04-10 07:43 am (UTC)no subject
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