rugbytackle | Halo, part 3

Title: Halo, part 3
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU: Sean is a business man, Viggo a photographer in this fic.
Author:

govi20A.N. This fic is for

afra_schatz who made me two beautiful drawings, which I'll post below. I promised her to write a fic inspired by those drawings, well this is part 3. Thank you so much again dear Caro!

Part 1: here
Part 2: here

DISCLAIMER: I don't know these men, it never happened: it's all just in my head!

It was still warm outside when they left the restaurant. They walked in companionable silence, their shoulders brushing now and then. Every time Sean glanced sideward he found Viggo smiling at him. Quite a smile it was and getting to him pretty fast.

“What?” he couldn’t help but ask.

"I am thinking about what I am going to do to you once we’re there.”

He licked his lips nervously, which earned him another one of those dirty grins. He was afraid of being arrested, but he would have loved to shove Viggo to the nearest wall and take that smile away once and for all. He was relieved when he saw the modern steel tower his hotel was on the other side of the street.

Looking up the building Viggo whistled impressed.

“Which floor are you on Sean?”

“The 24^th.”

“What, not even the penthouse?”

This time the grin was nearly a chuckle and Sean made a mental notice that he would let him pay for each and every one. Tonight. If Viggo thought he was directing here, he was wrong.

As soon as the doors of the elevator closed behind them Viggo reached out for him. But Sean caught his hand in the air. He had been looking at those arms in the restaurant; thin, but strong with bundles of muscles crawling over the skin. He put his mouth on the inside of Viggo’s arm and licked all the way from the elbow to his wrist, sucking there, feeling the rapid beating against his lips.

“I am so hard, I could do you here,” he growled.

Viggo gasped and let himself be pushed willingly till his back hit the wall. Sean leaned over him and licked his neck, tasting him, biting his tendon, making him snap his head back and baring his throat. Then the bell rang and the doors opened. They stumbled out, both a bit dazed.

Sean fumbled with the key of his room, Viggo nearly plastered on his back, causing them to almost fall into the room and finally they were alone. The a/c was on and it was freezing cold. Like he was back in England. Viggo nipples were very visible erect immediately through the thin fabric of his white tee, mocking Sean.

He bend his head and sucked one, through the fabric, while his other hand slid under the hem to search the other erect nub, finding his way over quivering flesh. This time Viggo wasn’t so pliant, he lifted Sean’s face and kissed him, his tongue slipping in while his hands worked their way in his pants. His fingers closed around Sean’s cock and Sean groaned.

“Oh god... Let’s get to the bed.”

They worked their way through the suite while undressing and fell on the bed naked. Sean slid down, too far gone to tease and took Viggo’s cock in his mouth, sucking the crown, encircling it with his tongue, his hand pumping the base. Viggo was babbling now, begging, his grin evaporated in lust. Sean cupped his balls, squeezing them lightly and Viggo was done, crying out sharply, filling Sean’s mouth.

Viggo put his hand over his eyes and Sean crawled up, holding him till he recovered. Viggo smiled weakly at him and stretched contently against Sean‘s straining cock.

“What do you want Sean?”

“Can I fuck you? Jesus Viggo, please let me fuck you.”

“Yeah...sure”

He quickly got up and fetched a condom and some sort of lotion from the bathroom. He got back in the bed, and pulled Viggo close, stroking the inside of his thighs until he willingly spread them. Slicking his fingers, he started preparing him.

So tight and hot and it was too long ago, so good, he almost had forgotten how good. He just couldn’t wait any longer, positioning and working himself in with trembling hands. It was an effort to keep waiting until Viggo was ready and then he held back no longer. Fucking him with long, slow strokes, possessing that lithe strong body beneath him, kissing until it felt like one breath and they both cried out in pleasure.

When they regained their breath, Sean propped up his head on his elbow.

“So how about selling me that picture?”

“Jesus, you don’t give up easily, do you? No Sean. But the sex was good.”

TBC