WHITE HEAT, part 3 - Fusion 4/6

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Title: White Heat, part 3 - Fusion 4/6
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: AU, RPS, Rimming
Rating: NC-17
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 and White Heat - Combustion

Part 1: here
Part 2: here
Part 3: here

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

4/6

~Sean~ 


I don’t want to think of the things my sister has said to me too much, but I know I’ll have to do something about the situation with my parents. It’s a bloody mess, but on the other hand I knew it would come out sooner or later. It’s just too bad it’s kind of exploded now.

I decide to go to them tonight, no use in stalling. Vig agrees with me and we just try to make something of the rest of the day. After dinner I drive off to my parents, leaving Viggo listening to music and reading,

Luckily my Dad has decided to come out of the shed, when I arrive and we sit in the living room. The atmosphere icy, I begin to explain, when my mother interrupts, asking me whatever made me pick up a man, had I been drinking again?

If she hadn’t been that serious, it would have made me laugh, the idea of Viggo as a male prostitute is rather funny. Then I start telling the whole thing - well not the whole thing, that would probably disgust them – but the way we’ve met.

I tell them about Viggo, what a really good person he is and that he makes me happy, more than I have been in years. I even show them some of the pictures he made, obviously not the shirtless ones. All in all it's quite embarrassing, but Viggo is right: If I can't even tell my own folks, we have no future.

I really have to talk to them, taking away the idea of pervert Viggo seducing their innocent son. It’s kind of hard, but at least we’re talking. I can see my Dad’s still stricken, but my Mum’s attitude has softened a little. She still has a hard time understanding how I could turn gay in a few days though, she says.

I can only say that I haven’t "turned gay", I just fell in love and it happened to be a man. We leave it at that and I drive back home, after promising to come back after a few days. Anyway, my Dad is talking to me again. I should give them some time now, to come to terms with it.

When I park my car, my heart jumps when I see the soft glow of light shimmering through the curtains. Viggo is waiting for me.

~Viggo~

I am alone in Sean’s house and trying to concentrate on reading, but I keep reading the same paragraph over and over, so I toss the book and walk around the house, trying to absorb Sean’s personality.

I am listening to music from Sean’s collection and am pleased to find that he likes jazz, so Miles Davies is soothing my turbulent spirit as I prowl.

The house is built of stone and is detached, with a nice garden and a gravel drive circling it. Sean has told me that gardening is one of his loves and his favourite form of relaxation. Well it was his favourite form of relaxation until I came along.

It is modestly furnished and decorated, uncompromisingly masculine, with leather furniture and a few nice nature and sporting prints. There are no chintz curtains or frilly lamp shades here…no female touch.

I have always been a bit of a gypsy and can make my home pretty much anywhere. Living in LA was never my choice, but I can imagine myself living here with him and it makes me feel warm and comfortable, picturing my books on the shelves and some of my pictures on the walls.

My thoughts run on to fantasies of working in the garden with him in the summer, rambling across the fells with him, sitting down to meals with him, making love to him, sleeping curled around him, waking up with him.

My God, I think we even had our first fight this morning !

He is visiting his parents and trying to rebuild his bridges. I hope that he can at least get them talking to him about this. It is not going to be easy being accepted as a couple in this community and it would help to have them on side. Although he doesn’t say much about it, I know that they are important to him.

I am just making tea, when I hear the crunch of gravel, telling me that he is home. As soon as I see his face, I will know how it went. My stomach turns over and as his key turns in the lock, I hold my breath.

Sean is through the door and in my arms in seconds, hugging me tight.

“Talk later, Vig. Take me to bed. Please ?”

~Sean~ 


As soon as I get in, I just want him to take me upstairs, somehow wash away the feelings I have. The expression on my Dad’s face speaking of disgust and not very long ago I’d probably have more or less agreed with him. I just don’t want to talk about it now.

I let Viggo take me upstairs, undressing and caressing me. For the time being that’s all I want and need and I am satisfied with pressing my face in his neck. He just holds me tight, pulling the sheets over me. His presence alone soothing enough for me to relax.

He smells so good and after a while I can’t help but tasting, licking his throat, kissing the beating pulse right behind his ear, where the skin is thin. He shifts and his breath quickens.
Hugging me closer, we grind into each other. I am amazed by my need for him, it never was like that with women.

He’s still fully clothed and that bothers me, so I begin to strip him off, kissing each bare part of skin that surfaces. When he’s naked he rolls me onto my back and lies on top of me, grabbing my wrists and pulling them above my head. Rubbing our cocks together, I groan at the sensations, travelling down my spine, making me want more.

He releases my hands, grabbing my shoulder, making me turn over. He slowly starts kneading my back with his strong fingers, working the tension knots out slowly. I push my face in the pillow and relax under his touch.

Slowly his mouth takes over, his tongue licking my neck, slowly going down, laying broad stripes over my back. Travelling my spine, until he reaches the place just above my cleft. I can’t help holding my breath, a part of me resisting  that, wanting him to stop and yet another part of me craves for it.

And then I feel his hands parting my buttocks and his warm breath over my exposed flesh.

~Viggo~

I respond to Sean’s need not to talk yet, although I am anxious to know the outcome. I guess from his general attitude that it wasn’t a disaster, but it has been a strain, I can tell.

Now all I want is to make him feel better, so I do as he asks and take him to bed, undressing him gently and then lying down with him, just holding him and waiting for him to let me know when he wants more.

When he does, he begins licking and tasting me and my body responds immediately – his too. It doesn’t take him long to get me naked and I roll on top of him, rubbing our cocks together.

 He is still a little tense, but I know what I can do about that, so I roll him onto his belly and begin working on the knots in his shoulders. I feel him relax under my hands and he is so beautiful that I begin with my mouth, licking the back of his neck, then working my way down his spine to the cleft at the top of his ass.

His skin is like silk, so smooth for a man ! I gently part his ass cheeks and blow on his little puckered entrance. He gasps and holds his breath in surprise, but he doesn’t ask me to stop.

I flick out my long tongue and tease a little, noticing that his hands tighten in the sheets and he groans. I continue licking stripes down his cleft to his balls, then back up, getting him used to the sensation of my mouth there, aware of the scent of him and the musky taste.

He groans again and rotates his hips, pushing his ass back up at me. I dive back in and dart the tip of my tongue into his body.

“Fucking shite !” and he rises a good four inches from the bed and comes explosively !

Sean rolls onto his back and I move back up the bed and lean on one elbow to look at him, brushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead !

“Ok ?” I ask him.

“More than ok, yer dirty bugger, but Vig….”

“Mmmm ?”

“Me mother must never hear of this !”

TBC

Comments

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

I'm always awfully behind, but I always look forward to reading the next part - it's the best part of the day when`I'm relaxing, just reading my favourite "summer novel"!

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thanks rotpunkt: I am glad you like our fluff.. Tomorrow I'll post the final part and then it's over!