rugbytackle | WHITE HEAT, part2

Title: White Heat, part 2 - Combustion 2/6
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: AU, RPS
Rating: R - PG-13 (R this one)
Archiving: Rugbytackling, viggo_cursive
Authors:

mooms (Viggo)

govi20 (Sean)
A.N. : In this story Viggo is a photographer and Sean has taken over the welding company of his father.
Seguel to White Heat - Ignition

DISCLAIMER: we don't know these men, it never happened, it's all just in our heads!

2/6

~Viggo~

I follow him up to the bedroom, but as I am about to touch him, the fucking kettle shrills downstairs and he starts, guiltily.

This is going to be hard work, but worth it in the end, so I sternly order my dick to behave, which he adamantly refuses to do, and change what I intended to be a more intimate caress to a gentle touch on the shoulder.

“Look, Sean, we have the whole weekend. Why don’t we have some tea, then maybe take a short walk. It will help us both relax.”

He nods to me, gratefully and we go back downstairs.

We sit opposite each other at the kitchen table and sip our tea. He is watching me over the rim of his blue mug with a mixture of shyness and longing, but I really don’t want to push this too fast. I know that I am seeking more than a fuck here and I’m not sure exactly what he is looking for.

The walk we go on is only short, around 2.5 miles and fairly easy for this terrain. We leave the tiny village of quaint stone cottages and walk through pastures with dry stone walling, and Sean starts to tell me how this is typical of the area. We both laugh as we go through a hamlet called Booze, which doesn’t even have a pub !

The lane becomes a track and we follow it, noticing the remnants of the lead mining industry here long ago. By the time we descend to Slei Gill, Sean has almost completely relaxed and we are chatting companionably as we walk. We follow the gill downstream and Sean points out the old “hushes” on the hillside, where the miners scoured for lead.

It is starting to rain as we go through a deciduous wood and then follow Arkle Beck back to our cottage and by the time we arrive we are both soaked through.

Back inside, with dusk falling, I shiver slightly and move over to the stove. Sean turns to me and smiles.

“Better get you out of these wet things, then ! Poncey Californian git ! Wouldn’t want yer catchin’ a chill !”

~Sean~

I don‘t know whether am glad or not, hearing the kettle. Viggo only touches me slightly, when he suggests we have tea and then take a walk, relax a little. So we drink our tea downstairs, which gives me the time to look at him again. This man, with his strange, beautiful face, who has changed my normal every day life completely.

It feels good to be outside and above all he’s a good companion. It’s beautiful here and he obviously enjoys the walk just as much as I do. I tell him some of the background information, finding him genuinely interested. I feel more relaxed than I have the whole week.

It’s starting to rain, quite normal for this part of the country and I am used to it. But he shivers in his soaked clothes. His hair is very wet, making the hard bones in his face even more pronounced.

I tease him a little and tell him we will get him out of these wet clothes. He laughs and starts walking upstairs, glancing over his shoulder. He’s probably not too sure about that “we” I guess. But I am, so I follow him.

In the bedroom he pulls off his clothes while I take one of the big, fluffy yellow towels out of the cupboard and start towelling him dry. His body is lithe and beautiful. When his eyes close I kiss his neck, before stepping backwards, hesitatingly.

But he doesn’t let me: he grabs my hands in both his and puts them on his chest. I am trembling a bit, but so is he when I step closer and look into his eyes. I have dropped the towel, he’s totally naked and for a moment I panic.

“Please Sean, touch me.”

~Viggo~

If the truth were told, I am not only shivering from cold, although I am feeling chilled from the wet clothes. Sean is making a joke of things again, and I am learning that he does this whenever he is unsure.

I join in and laugh, but I am deadly serious as I tread the stairs, looking back at him to check whether he is following. God, I hope he meant that “we”.

Yes ! He follows me to the bedroom and watches me undress, then he takes this big, fluffy towel and dries me with it, gently, as you would a child. I close my eyes and my head falls back in pleasure.

I feel Sean’s mouth on my neck, exploring tentatively. I open my eyes and he steps back, dropping the towel. No ! I can’t lose this contact. I take his hands and place them on my trembling chest, where my heart is beating wildly for him.

He tries to drop his eyes, but I look at him until his head is drawn back up and we lock glances. He has a look of slight panic, but I ask him to touch me and let go of his hands, so the decision is his.

Another moment of hesitation and I wonder just how much sexual tension I can take ! I feel as if I am about to blow like the kettle !

Then, shyly at first, but quickly growing in confidence, he moves his hands over my body and down, so that one slides to cup my ass and the other grips my swollen cock.

He pulls me towards him and kisses me hard on the mouth.

“That’s better, “ I murmur, “now I think it’s time ‘we’ got you out of those wet things too !

~Sean~

I touch him, tentatively at first, but I feel his body come alive under my hands and it feels good. When I let my hand slide down to cup his arse I hear him moan, giving me the courage to take his throbbing cock in my other hand. I kiss him, forceful and hard, needing to taste him.

I hear him mumble something about getting me out of my wet clothes too and I let him manhandle me. His hands are everywhere, unbuttoning, unzipping until we’re both naked. He steps backwards to look at me and I blush a little. Damn, feeling like a schoolboy again.

He sits on the bed and pulls me next to him. He kisses me and this time it’s more demanding, his tongue parting my lips, seeking entrance and I give in. I’ve never felt like this, skilled hands roaming my body, his mouth dominating mine. He tries pushing me backwards, but I resist.

When I feel his hand closing around my cock I stop him, laying my hand on his. I am too close already and I won’t last. It’s time for me to take over here. He looks surprised when I glide off the bed and kneel on the floor before him. I want to do what he did for me that first night.

I take his cock in my mouth and just start licking: his groan making it clear how he feels. I just think about what he did and how he did it, trying to do the same to him. His hips are bucking up when I tongue his slit and he thrusts in so deep I almost choke.

But it feels good, powerful. His gasps making clear I am the one in charge now. I reach down to cup his balls, massaging them. I can taste his precum on the back of my throat. Normally the thought of that would freak me out, but it only makes me suck harder now.

And then my fucking mobile phone rings. Fuck!.