rugbytackle | WHITE HEAT, part 2

Title: White Heat, part 2 - Combustion 4/6
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: AU, RPS
Rating: R - PG-13 (PG-13 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

Part 1 is here: http://govi20.livejournal.com/61774.html#cutid1
Part 2 is here: http://govi20.livejournal.com/62048.html#cutid1
Part 3 is here: http://govi20.livejournal.com/62292.html#cutid1

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

4/6

~Viggo~

So I’ve successfully introduced Sean to his prostate, which went very well. I still don’t think he’s ready to let me fuck him, though, and I still need to come.

Now we’re in the shower and he is soaping me. He’s actually hard again already ! We seem to be like a pair of teenagers together and as our cocks rub against each other, we both groan.

I put my hand round both our throbbing dicks and start to move it up and down. Sean’s hand joins mine and together we bring ourselves to a mutual climax, while the warm water continues to cascade down.

Once we are rinsed off again and the water is beginning to get cold, I lean over and shut it off. We climb out and wrap ourselves in big fluffy bath sheets, then we go back downstairs and sit in front of the stove, drinking red wine and eating the bread and cheese Sean has brought.

We talk about our walk today and about our lives outside of this, but we still don’t talk about this… about us.

I show Sean the pictures I took of the welding process and he is genuinely pleased and impressed. He admits to me a little sheepishly that he really accepted, because of the publicity and because the publisher was paying. He confesses that he expected me to be what he describes as a “poofy, arty-farty type”.

When I show him the pictures of him, he blushes again and looks at me slightly surprised. He is seeing himself the way I see him. It makes him go shy and quiet again.

I hold out my hand to him and we go upstairs together, to the big double bed.

We choose sides and climb in, lying there, facing each other for a few minutes, without speaking, then he leans over and kisses me goodnight, before turning out the light and settling down with his back to me, but very close.

I spoon up behind him, putting my arms round him and he presses back into me, accepting the embrace, the intimacy.

~Sean~

Viggo’s hand grabs our cocks and I let my hand close over his, jerking us both off. It’s amazing, I don’t know what’s exactly happening to me, but my body seems to love it. If only things weren’t so complicated.

Afterwards we sit by the stove, just talking, reminding me how I not only want him physically, but that I really, genuinely like him. He’s so different from the people I know and the friends I have. It’s nice to talk about our walk, drinking our wine and enjoying the simple meal.

He shows me his pictures and I like them very much. I don’t know a thing about photography, but I can recognize beauty when I see it. I tell him why I allowed him to take the pictures in the first place, I am being honest and when I tell him what I expected him to be, he just smiles.

Then he shows me the pictures he took of me. It’s so strange, it’s like looking at someone else. I mean I know it’s me of course, but it’s not how I see myself. But I can almost understand now what he sees in me. I guess that’s what makes a good photographer.

He stands up, offering me his hand and we go upstairs. When I allow my mind to really, really think about what I am doing, I still feel the urge to just run, but I know I will be very sorry later. So I just swallow my panic and lie next to him.

In a way this seems the most intimate act so far, lying in that bed, facing each other, and I can’t help but kiss him. I turn out the light and turn to my side. He spoons up behind me, his arms closing around me and I press back, feeling safe and .. well, loved.

Tomorrow we’ll talk, I promise myself. For now I let myself slip away in sleep in his arms.

~Viggo~

I wake as dawn paints a pink wash over the leaden sky and I blink as I look out the small, uncurtained window. For a second I don’t know where I am, then it comes flooding back to me with full consciousness and I smile gratefully.

I am still curled round Sean and I don’t think we have moved at all in our sleep. My early morning erection is nudging at the cleft in his buttocks, my full bladder driving me to back gently away and roll silently off the bed, determined not to wake him.

While washing my hands, I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The face looking back at me is relaxed and contented. I know it is ridiculous, given the short time we’ve known each other, but I am falling in love with him.

I slip back into bed and resume my position, hugging his body to mine. He pushes his ass back into me, wriggling it a little and I know that he is awake.

“Morning,” I murmur and nuzzle the back of his neck, my stomach tightening as I wonder how he will feel in the cold light of day.

I am rewarded, when he turns towards me and treats me to the full-on smile, which transforms his sometimes grim face.

“Mornin’ to you too. Shite, I need a piss !”

I laugh as he leaps out of bed and runs for the bathroom. His first words were reassuringly normal. Deciding that it will be best to continue the air of normality, I pull on some clothes and go downstairs to put the kettle on and start breakfast.

Over breakfast, we chat together easily again and plan our day.

This time we are going for a whole day trip and a 9 mile walk, taking in Tan Hill and what it said to be Britain’s highest pub.

I am looking forward to spending the day together and I know from our previous walk that we are unlikely to encounter many other people, just sheep. Will this be the chance to actually talk ?

Sean seems easier with actions than with putting things into words !

I smile reminiscently at the memory of the actions.

~Sean~

I wake up feeling Viggo snuggling up against my back and I turn around to look at him. I can’t help but smile at his tousled hair, making him look like a boy. Then I am out because I need to take a piss. My body feels great after last night, a lot more relaxed than I’ve been in months.

It’s only when I start thinking reality hits me. I am deeper in this than expected, and I when I think of the consequences I shudder. If we choose to keep seeing each other, how will I explain to my family, my friends, all the people I have known all my life ? But on the other hand I can’t imagine putting an end to this.

Anyway, as hard as it seems to me, we will have to talk today. When I come out of the bathroom he’s already downstairs. We are planning a nice walk for today. The scenery is beautiful here and I’d really like to see the Tan Hill Inn. They say it’s the friendliest pub in England.

The weather is co-operative when we leave: dry and a bit windy but sunny. Again I am struck by the fact that it feels so familiar to be with this man I hardly know. We walk silently for a while, but stop and sit down at some rocks, from which we have a great view. I pour us some coffee from the thermos I brought.

It’s so quiet here, not a single person there and the only sounds the wind and the birds. When I look at him, he smiles at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer. I am still worried, but I know I can’t stop this. I am falling for him, very, very hard. I take a deep breath to gather my courage. I can only hope he feels the same way as I do.

“Where are we going from here Vig? I can’t just go back to my old life. I don’t know how to deal with the consequences, but I don’t want to lose you.”