rugbytackle | WHITE HEAT, part

Title: White Heat, part 2 - Combustion 5/6
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: http://govi20.livejournal.com/61774.html#cutid1
Part 2: http://govi20.livejournal.com/62048.html#cutid1
Part 3: http://govi20.livejournal.com/62292.html#cutid1
Part 4: http://govi20.livejournal.com/63593.html#cutid1

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

5/6

~Viggo~

It is wonderful out in the Dales today, just me and Sean and the scenery. There are the sheep, of course and birds, but they are also part of the landscape.

Being with Sean feels so right and I hope I am giving him enough space. He has some difficult things to work out.

We sit on some rocks to rest after a while and I drink in the sight of him, his strong face framed by a background of millstone grit as he leans back against a rocky outcrop, his blonde hair wafted by the breeze. It is so peaceful here, but my body begins to stir again and I need to touch him, so I grab his hand.

At last, he begins to talk, confessing that he doesn’t know how he is going to deal with it all, but admitting that he doesn’t want to lose me. I swear that I can physically feel my heart swell.

I raise his hand to my lips and kiss it.

“Sean, I need to tell you that you are really important to me too. Neither of us is a silly young thing, we both have a past and we’ve both failed before, but I think I am falling for you in a big way and I want to try. Thing is, I’ve had relationships with men before and you haven’t. Are you going to be able to cope with the fall-out ?”

He considers his reply, then he tells me that he knows he is not ready yet to share this with a wider audience, but he definitely wants to explore ‘us’ and see where it leads.

Yes ! There is an ‘us’ and I can’t resist kissing him exultantly. I don’t want to talk any more and I pull him towards me, rolling us down into a little grassy hollow in the rocks. I grope in my pocket and hand him the condom and lube I stashed away.

“You have made me so happy, Sean. How would you like to celebrate with an al fresco fuck ?”

~Sean~

I am so glad he feels the same as I do and even though will try to make this work, he doesn’t put pressure on me. We‘ll see if it works. It’s not only the male/male part making it difficult, but there’s a continent between us too, when he leaves in a few days. But for the moment my worries are over,

He pulls me over until we’re in the grass. I start laughing when he puts lube and condom in my hands and invites me for an “al fresco fuck”. I brought food and drinks, but the thought of those supplies hadn’t really crossed my mind. Thank god he expects me to do the fucking, I am not so sure if I’ll ever be ready to go under for him.

I mean it sort of makes it all real, doesn’t it. For the moment I am quite happy as it is, and I help Viggo unzipping his jeans. It is chilly up here, but the rocks are keeping us from the wind. He looks over his shoulder, urging me on and I start preparing him, the thought of entering his tight passage again enough to get me very aroused.

I find it a lot easier now, opening him up for me. When he’s ready and my cock breaches him we moan in unison. He’s so beautiful, the way he writhes underneath me, this strange, endearing unique man.

There’s no restraint this time, I wait impatiently until he asks me to move and then I am fucking him like there’s no tomorrow and he’s encouraging me with slurred words. I truly don’t believe I ever came so hard as I do now.

We just lie there panting, until we regain our breath. I kiss him and help him up, laughing because his backside is covered with earth and grass.

“You still want to go that Inn ? We must be on our way then!

~Viggo~

God ! That was good. Neither of us even had to touch my cock this time and he came so hard, he nearly flattened us both. I still want to possess him, though and I hope that he doesn’t expect it to be like this every time.

As I sit up, I see a startled sheep observing us from behind a rock. Wonder if he was suitably impressed by Sean’s ass ? He laughs as he helps me up and brushes earth and grass off my ass. I use a wet-wipe to clean my cum off my stomach and hurry to zip up my jeans. It is a little draughty up here to have any parts unclothed.

We continue with our walk, a little carefully in my case, and the Inn is as charming and friendly as the guidebooks say, with only a few walkers there besides us and excellent beer.

Of course, we behave with absolute decorum. Just a couple of guys out for a nice walk, that’s us !

It is good to get back to the cottage in the evening and we are tired but happy.

We decide to run a good, hot bath to ease some of the aches and fortunately, the tub is an old-fashioned one, with claw feet, big enough for two.

With a lot of giggles and plenty of water splashed on the floor, we manage to finish the bath and get dried off, amid kisses and caresses, which have both of us rock hard and needy again.

When we reach the bedroom, I decide it is time to take control and I push Sean onto the bed, hovering over him.

I start to ask him, but he intercepts my question and looks up at me a little nervously, but with a trust, which moves me profoundly.

“Ah know what yer want, Viggo, an’ I kind of want it too, but, please, will yer tie me up again first ?”

~Sean~

The Inn was nice, friendly people indeed and I must admit I am relieved .

When we get home we run a big and warm bath. I can’t help being grateful how Viggo manages to act like we’re just friends in public. It must be hard for gay people sometimes to have to conform to what other people see as normal behaviour. Whatever happens, I hope it will leave me more open-minded. It’s a long time since I’ve felt like this, just so relaxed and good. After drying off with a lot of laughs we go back to the bedroom. This time when Viggo pushes me down on the bed, I decide to do it. Not only because it’s fair, but because I want it.

I trust him, I just know it will be good, but I also know I will feel better if he restrains me, take the decision out of my hands. I look straight into his eyes when I ask him, hoping he will understand and of course, because he is who he is, he does.

He goes down and comes back with rope, I don’t care for what purpose it’s there. He just bends down and kisses me and then takes my hands and binds them to the head board of the bed.

“I think it will be better to face me Sean,” he says and I agree. I can’t imagine being on my hands and knees now like he was this afternoon. I just need to be able to look him in the eyes.

His hands and mouth are roaming my body, making love to me until I am trembling and have no other choice but to let go.

Light touches and caresses keep travelling down, till I am totally consumed by sensations and finally begging him to love me, fuck me. My hands tied, I am utterly dependent on him, letting him control me and just take me. His hands spread my legs and I feel his slick fingers probing my hole again.

I tense but just for a moment, finding confidence in his eyes and face, He plays my body with his hands like nobody has ever done before, making me want more. When I feel his cock breaching my body I am almost dizzy with want. He soothes me, cradles my face in his hands, whispering endearments until I am ready to go on.

The moment he changes the angle of his trusts and rubs my prostate I cry out, a bolt of pleasure running through my nerves. From a distance I can hear my own voice making needy sounds, begging him for more, harder, please...

His hand closes over my cock and I need only a few strokes to come, almost blacking out when I do.

“So good, so fucking good. I think I am in love with you, “ I think, but not saying it out loud yet.