rugbytackle | WHITE HEAT, part 3

Title: White Heat, part 3 - Fusion 5/6
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: AU, RPS,
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
Part 4: here

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

5/6

~Sean~

I feel a bit embarrassed by what we just did, and I try to hide by making a joke about my Mum. But I am quite relaxed now and I pull him closer to me, his hard cock pressing at my thigh making me aware of the fact I’ve been neglecting him.

We kiss, and when he moans I pull him on top of me. His kiss deepens and his hands seem to be everywhere, He wriggles till he’s between my legs, then he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs lube and a condom. He slicks his fingers, and starts preparing me.

Perhaps because I am so relaxed from my recent orgasm, it feels different now, less painful, his hot mouth burning on my nipples and his fingers stretching me, making me squirm beneath him.

I take the condom out of his hands and roll it on him. This time I fight hard to keep my eyes open, needing the contact while he slowly works himself in until he’s fully sheathed. I strain up to kiss him and then he starts moving, slowly at first, then speeding up until every thrust hammers on my prostate.

It feels so good, sweat dripping from our bodies, our breath mingling while we kiss. I wriggle my hand between us to touch myself, but he bats it away. He pulls out completely, making me groan with loss and urges me to turn around.

Too aroused to feel any embarrassment I am on hands and knees now, pushing back, realizing the needy sounds are coming from me. Then there’s his hand on my cock, stroking, his grip deliciously tight and I come almost immediately. With a shout he comes right after me, collapsing on my back.

“ I love you Sean.”

~Viggo~

I am thrilled that I could introduce Sean to another new sensation and though he makes a joke again to hide his embarrassment, I know that it was good for him.

He remembers, when my turgid cock brushes his thigh, that I haven’t come yet and he pulls me on top of him. My hands explore his body, needing to touch him everywhere.

I want him so much and I need to be inside him now. I kiss him and I see from his eyes that he is willing for this. We don’t need words at this moment, so I reach for the things I need from the drawer.

When he takes the condom from me and rolls it carefully onto my shaft, the trust and love shining from his face overwhelm me for a moment.

He is more relaxed this time, so he opens to me more easily, although he is still exquisitely tight and hot, as I sink into him. We are facing each other again and I keep my gaze firmly locked with his as I slide in inch by inch.

He stretches up to kiss me and I kiss him back, hard as I move, thrusting into him, speeding up and changing the angle to brush his prostrate each time, our sweat-slick bodies sliding against each other.

Sean is hard again and he tried to slide his hand between us, but I stop him, withdraw and flip him over, so I can fist his cock more easily. I love the sounds he is making and when we climax , almost together, I tell him again that I love him.

As we lie together in the afterglow, he tells me again that he loves me too and he talks, hesitantly at first, but then more easily about the meeting with his parents.

! laugh at the idea of me being some rent boy, who has seduced him and he laughs too, although he says he couldn’t do that earlier. He tells me how he told them that I was a good man and made him happier than he had ever been and I feel tears beginning to roll down my cheeks.

“’Ey, don’t go soft on me now, yer big girl’s blouse !”

“Sean,” I tell him, “soft is never an option, when you are around.”

He laughs and kisses my tears away.

~Sean~

Viggo has been here for almost two weeks now, and after a few more visits to my parents they seem to be slowly getting used to the idea. Even though they’re still not happy with it, they can clearly see I am, and now they’ve reluctantly agreed to meet Vig. So tonight we’ll be going there.

Of course the whole thing makes me nervous, and I guess it’s even worse for Viggo. He jokes about it all day, saying how they already know what he looks like naked, so the rest can’t be that shocking. I just hope he’ll be a bit careful. sometimes he does the strangest things.

But I am not going to tell him to behave, even though I have to bite my tongue now and then. After dinner we take the short drive to my parents. My mother opens the door and I can see how nervous she is, but she really tries to be kind to Viggo, asking him to call her Rita. I hug her tight for a moment, grateful.

My Dad is very silent even for him, just sits in his big chair and listens. My Mum and Viggo are talking about Sheffield and the Yorkshire Dales. He does a good job charming here and I can easily believe him to be very attractive for women too. When she takes him with her to the kitchen to show him the fresh herbs in pots she’s growing there I know he’s done it.

Now just the two of us, I look at me Dad.

“You’re all right Dad?”

“Yeah I am fine son. He’s not so bad. I just wish that..’

He breaks off when Vig and my Mum come back. A couple of beers later Viggo has managed to coax him into a conversation though, and he’s even smiling now and then. All of a sudden he turns around to look at me and says:

“Viggo here tells me he’s here for the second time and you never even took him once to the Blades!”

For a moment I have a vision of Viggo and me holding hands there, right between my mates, and then off to the pub afterwards. I can't help but wince inwardly at the thought.

“I don’t think Viggo likes football Dad.”

“But I do Sean, very much. I’d like to go with you to the next game.”

His blue eyes are looking innocently in mine and what can I say ? It’s got to happen some time.

“Ok Vig, we’ll do that. Are you coming with us Dad?”

~Viggo~

To my relief, the visit to Sean’s parents goes pretty well. Hs mom is making a visible effort from the start and asks me to call her Rita. Dad is another issue and hunches silently in his chair for quite a time.

Soon, Rita and I are getting on real well and she signals to me with her eyes to come into the kitchen, mentioning that she wants me to come and see her herbs. I get it. She figures Sean needs some time alone with his dad, but we can’t leave it too long, or they’ll be suspicious.

We do look at the herbs and just before we go back into the living room, Rita reaches up and pecks my cheek.

“You seem to make my son happy, Viggo. Thank you.”

Back in the living room, the atmosphere has mellowed and I feel some air has been cleared. After a couple of beers, Dad is talking to me and the subject of football comes up.

I actually do like the game and agree readily that I would love to go.

So that is how come, the following Saturday, Sean and his dad take me to the home game.

Sean is very nervous, as this will be the first time I will be meeting his friends. He is very awkward with me at breakfast and I know that he wants to ask me not to make any public displays of affection, but surely he knows that I would never embarrass him in public, well not deliberately anyway.

I am a little hurt that he doesn’t trust me, so I decide not to help him out with this one. He manages not to say anything, though.

We arrive at the ground just in time for kick-off, so there is no time to meet anyone and at half-time the Blades are holding West Ham to a nil-nil draw.

Sean and his dad are explaining to me proudly that the team were only promoted to the Premiere Division at the end of last season, when a group of his mates comes up and they greet him with handshakes, back-slapping and characteristically British insults.

They look at me questioningly. Dad and I hold our breath. How will Sean introduce me ?

“Oh, this is Viggo. He’s an American, only he can’t help it.”

“Pleased to meet you…Veegoh ? What brings you over here ?”

Before I can reply, Sean says,

“He’s stayin’ with me. I hope the arrangement will be permanent.”

TBC