Ice, Fic

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Title:  ICE

Type:  RPS Roleplay
Authors : lab_jazz and govi20

Rating:  NC-17

Beta:  the lovely mooms

Pairing:  Viggo/Sean

Disclaimer:  This is a work of complete fiction; We make no claims on the sexuality of Viggo Mortensen or Sean Bean.  This was written for fun and not profit

Feedback:  Would be nice.

Warning:  Kink involving sex play with Ice.  

ICE – A kink Roleplay by lab_jazz and govi20

 

~Sean~

We ride home from the restaurant after a quiet and relaxed evening. One of Viggo’s hands rests on the steering wheel as the other caresses my thigh...his touch hot through the fabric of my trousers.

 

 My erection growing, I shift a little on the seat, one hand coming down to release the top button on my jeans and pull down my zip a little to give myself a bit of room.

 

I glance at him, his eyes momentarily fixed on me, cool and detached, signalling that tonight he has something planned.

 

I inwardly groan at this occasional need of Viggo’s to transform what should be a simple, brutal fucking into a full scale production, knowing now why he urged me to finish that bottle of wine. I should have known that he had an ulterior motive in wanting me both relaxed and uninhibited.

 

But it’s not like I really mind. The upside of co-habituating with the crazy Dane is that I can never say that my sex life is monotonous - a bit nerve wracking at times, or even downright painful but never monotonous.

As soon as we get in the door, Viggo pushes me against the wall in the hall, his tongue probing my mouth as he pushes his crotch hard against me.  My breath catches as his heat and want overpowers my reserve and I already feel myself wanting to surrender to him.

 

“Go take a shower, Sean, while I get things ready,” Viggo’s quiet authority signalling to me that in his mind, the game has began.

 

I go upstairs, undress and get into the shower, taking my time...letting the hot water cascade over my shoulders to relax me further. I finally get out, dry myself off and walk naked to the bedroom.

 

The bedroom is devoid of Viggo.  I freeze with uncertainty, when I see the bed, not sure what to make of the heavy duty plastic covering it.

I wonder if what he wants is water sports,  I can’t imagine Viggo pissing all over me and regardless of the warm buzz that the alcohol is giving me I’m fucking sure that I wouldn’t be capable of  pissing all over him. Not that Viggo would ever be the passive recipient of anything.  My mind briefly dallies with the concept of blood sports before discarding it. That would be too much even for Viggo.

I feel my anxiety seizing up my stomach muscles, as my mind starts wanting to back out of this situation of the unknown. 

As I hear him come in, I turn around and face him.

 

~Viggo~

 

I ignore Sean’s look of panic, manoeuvring my way around him as I spread an absorbent beach blanket over the waterproof bed covering.

 

“Get onto the bed Sean,” I instruct him. “While I go and get one more item.”

 

Confident that I’ll be obeyed, I turn my back on him.

 

I bang the trays of ice cubes on the bench to loosen them a little and let them clatter into the ice bucket. Stirring them around with my hand, the cold pinpricks of pain gratifying on my fingertips, I smirk to myself...yes, this should do the trick.

 

Returning to the bedroom I find Sean sitting on the edge of the bed, his body language testing my resolve to leave him unrestrained for this session.

 

I frown my displeasure at him,  “That’s not quite the position, Sean, that I had in mind,”

 

He turns to me, his reluctance radiating from him.

 

I walk the two steps towards him and rattle the bucket in front of his face

 

“Ice, Sean...it’s only ice.”

 

~Sean~

He shoves the bucket under my face, letting the ice cubes rattle. I can feel my pulse slowing as I begin to calm down.  I position myself in the middle of the bed, my mind tinkering over the limited sexual possibilities of ice cubes.

In a way it’s easier when he restrains me, making it impossible to fight him, while giving me something to strain and fight against.  I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed that by Viggo’s standards this is going to be pretty tame...no cuffs and only ice.

He starts stripping, throwing his clothes haphazardly on the floor, typical of the untidy bugger.  He lies down on his side next to me on the bed, his fingers stroking me, bending over, licking my neck and making me shiver. He leans his face on his elbow, watching my face.

“I think that you need to choose a safe word, Sean”.  

A safe word? I don’t like this at all.  A safe word and ice cubes seem to make for strange bed partners.

 

~Viggo~

 

I can see that my suggestion to Sean, that he avails himself of a safe word, has left him feeling rattled.

 

His hand reaches over to mine, lightly touching, skin to skin, needing that little bit of tactile re-assurance.  I run my fingertips up his arm and firmly grip his shoulder pushing him down hard against the bed, hoping that it gives him the message that he craves, that I’m in control here.  That having the use of a safe word, an out for himself isn’t going to undermine that.  

 

He pushes up a little against my hand, wanting the sensation that this is all out of his control.  I know that he prefers to be restrained during our sessions and I feel myself wanting to give into him.  But I look at him and I imagine him squirming all over the bed. Having him restrained will only hamper that and this is all about what I want.

 

“A safe word, Sean,” I remind him with a smile “I’m waiting for a safe word, I’m not willing to proceed unless you have an ‘out’ in case you need it.

 

~Sean~

I can’t understand why he doesn’t want to restrain me, but wants me to pick a safe word. His hand pushing me down, is re-assuring, but not quite enough. I struggle a little against him, needing his grip to tighten on me and keep me still.

“What are you going to do then?,” I can’t help asking, even though I know he doesn’t want me to question him. I can see him getting impatient, and for a fleeting moment I want to resist him. I quickly get my mind back under control because both Viggo and I know that in an all out physical fight for dominance I would win.  That knowledge in itself is enough to make my submission even sweeter to both of us.   

A safe word it is then. All I can come up with on the spot is ‘Ukraine”.  A word that I’m confident won’t slip easily from my lips seeing that it was one hell hole that I never want to return to.

“Ukraine,” I say.

 

 

~Viggo~

 

“Ukraine” I repeat the word back to him, in acknowledgement that it has registered with me

 

“What I’m going to do, Sean, is watch you squirm.”

 

Keeping my eyes on him, I reach into the ice bucket, running my fingers through the cubes, separating them.  I pick one up and show it to Sean, such a harmless, innocent looking object, crystal clear, almost beautiful in its simplicity. 

 

Sean’s eyes, heavy with mistrust, glance at it and then settle back on me.  At the moment he appears to be more nervous of me than he does of the ice cube. Hopefully that situation will change shortly. 

 

I start sliding the sharp edge on the cube down the hot skin of Sean’s collar bone, blunting it and rounding off the corners, hearing Sean’s sharp intake of breath as I glide around his nipple.

 

Watching the drops of melted ice running down his rib cage and pooling in his navel, my tongue leisurely follows their journey,  Sean’s skin warm against me, my tongue lapping at the reservoir of liquid. 

 

~Sean~

“What I am going to do Sean, is watch you squirm.”

That’s what he says. I would prefer that he made me moan and beg, but if squirming is what the man wants, squirming is what he’ll get. He grabs a cube and slowly slides it down my body. It’s fucking cold, especially round my nipple, I feel myself shivering, I’ve always hated being cold. His tongue is following the wet trail and absorbing some of the coldness making it bearable.

The cube slowly melting, forms a little puddle in my navel. He laps it up, and yes.. that feels even better. He grabs a new cube, following the path beneath my navel now. My shivering intensifies, when he glides the cube up and down my cock, I relax down a little as the warm wetness of his tongue licks at me, scooping up the rivulets of cold water.

Again a new cube, and this time it travels down even further, over my balls, over my perineum, making me jerk. Slowly his hand goes further and with a shock I realize what he plans to do.

My words explode out of me in a knee jerk reaction,

 

“Viggo...No!”

 

 

 

~Viggo~

 

Sean writhes and squirms under my hand, as the cold wet cube traverses his testicles and continues on.

 

Abruptly he jerks away from me as the realisation of what my intensions are, sink in.  His body is rigid, legs involuntarily clamping together, trapping my wrist between his upper thighs.  I feel the wet cube slip out of my freezing fingers.

 

His words of refusal come as no surprise to me

 

I lay my free hand on his stomach, lightly stroking him

 

“Shhh...relax...remember you’ve got a safe word so you’re driving this.”

 

Sean looks at me dubiously, not quite buying it that he’s in control. 

 

I lean in a little and lick at his neck, as my hand continues to lightly run over his skin.   Feeling his thighs begin to relax a little, I swivel my wrist and tug my hand free.

 

As he relaxes a little more, I firmly push his legs apart until I can kneel between his spread thighs.  Bringing his feet closer to his ass, his knees up in the air.

 

“This wont hurt Sean...at most it might feel a little uncomfortable.”

 

~Sean~

He reminds me of the safe word, telling me that I am more or less in control, but I know that’s not true. We both know that there is no way I’ll back down and admit to him that I can’t take what he is serving up.  Now that I’ve got over the initial shock of what his intensions are, there is a perverted part of my mind that wants to know what it’ll feel like to be fucked with an ice cube.

“A little uncomfortable” he says, but how would he know? I am quite certain no one ever pushed an ice cube up his ass. I realise that somehow, he wants this very much, so I let him settle himself between my legs and push my feet up.

I let him grab a new ice cube and rub against my hole with it, wetting it with the cold melted water. His breathing is very fast now, I know he’s excited. I grab his wrist to momentarily stop the cube’s movement.

“Okay Vig, we’ll do it. But sometime before this evening is over I expect a normal, uncomplicated fuck.”

He just nods curtly and then I feel the first cube sliding in. God.. that’s freezing..  

 

~Viggo~

 

I nod my acceptance of Sean’s condition, it’s hardly a penalty clause to have to fuck him. 

 

Sean’s body ripples against the bed as I manoeuvre the ice cube against his opening, I screw it back and forth breaching the ring muscle.

 

Sean’s squeal of “Fuck that’s freezing,” goes straight to my cock.  ‘Good boy Sean’ I think to myself, ‘You’re performing great.’

 

I push in hard with my index finger until it reaches the second joint, depositing the ice cube as deep as possible into Sean’s rectum.

 

Sean yelps, his back arching of the bed.  The ice cube pulsating hard against the tip of my index finger as his body tries to expel it.  I push the flat of my hand down hard against Sean’s lower abdomen, feeling the strong muscular contractions of his pelvic muscles.  I wait for a few seconds, hoping that Sean’s body will stop fighting this.  As his muscles continue to spasm, I momentarily raise my outstretched palm and deliver him a stinging slap.

 

“Behave yourself Sean...the ice isn’t going anywhere.”

 

The blow startles Sean rather than hurts him, but it has the desired effect, with his muscle contractions lessening as his attention is diverted away from his rectum.

 

“That’s better.”

 

I slowly withdraw my finger from his ass and rummage in the ice bucket picking up another cube.

 

Taking a hold of his ‘package’ I lift it out of the way exposing his anus once again.  Sean starts squirming in anticipation as I hold the cube up showing it to him.

 

I rest it against the opening to his body.  Again using my index finger I begin to push in hard,  Sean’s anus trying to contract against the unpleasant intrusion.   My hold tightens on his balls holding him in position as I feel him beginning to try and crab away from me.

 

~Sean~

The slow glide of the ice cube is making my body spasm: fuck... it’s so cold it burns. I know only one thing: I want it out. My body is involuntarily trying to expel it, my muscles clenching, while Viggo pushes down hard on my belly.

I can’t help spasming and then he slaps me, telling me to behave. Somehow it makes my body relax, and he’s immediately fishing another ice cube out of the bucket. He’s showing me the next cube and knowing how it will feel, I can’t help squirming, even though that’s exactly what he wants me to do.

He grabs my cock and balls and starts pushing in the second cube. I yelp again and it’s enough: I am not going to do this. I start pulling myself up when I feel Viggo’s grip tightening around my balls and holding me still

 

~Viggo~

 

My firm grip on Sean’s balls acts as a very effective restraining device, anchoring him firmly in place.

 

I continue in my upward pushing of the ice, bracing myself, expecting at any moment for Sean’s foot to come crashing down on my own vulnerability.

 

When nothing happens, I relax my hold a little, wanting Sean to have enough freedom of movement to wriggle and writhe around on the bed.

 

Sean desperately tries to control his bucking movements as the two lumps of ice meet, the force of the thrust of my finger depositing the top cube even deeper into his rectum.

 

I withdraw my finger and fish out another lump of ice, holding it between my fingers, Sean moaning as he tries to squirm away from me.

 

“You’re not enjoying this at all are you Sean?”  I ask him as I run the ice cube down the length of his flaccid cock.

 

I push the cube tight against his opening, slowly working it in, Sean’s legs gripping my hips as his body starts to buck,  my cock jerking in time with Sean’s frantic movements.  I let go the cube and grip my cock with my ice cold fingers, the cold sensation adding to my arousal.

 

~Sean~

He’s pushing the ice further in, his iron clasp on my balls forcing me to submit to it. My body slowly adapts to the burn of the ice, and if it stops here, I think I can handle it.

Then he slowly gets another ice cube, his face clearly showing his eagerness to see me squirm. And that’s exactly what he’s getting, as I can’t keep my body from jerking and squirming when he’s pushing it in deep, shoving the not completely melted ones up to my prostate and I jerk again.

 

“Roll over Sean,” he says : “I want to fuck you.”

The thought of him getting his cock frozen, makes me roll over, hoping it will make him squirm this time. Ice water is not exactly a good lubricant, but he slowly works his way in and because I am half frozen inside it doesn’t really hurt. He cock is pushing in the ice even further, rubbing and numbing my prostate.

His breath is speeding up quickly and he thrusts hard in me a couple of times, when I hear him coming, letting out a strangled cry as he ejaculates inside me.  For once I’m glad that there is such a thing as premature ejaculation and that the game is all over.

 

~Viggo~

 

I sit back and regard Sean coolly, my cold hand still gripping my cock, as I weigh up my options. My eyes flick from the nearly full ice bucket to Sean’s body laid out on the bed.  I realise that Sean is fast approaching the end of his comfort zone, though with firm direction from me he could and would take more.  I decide to sacrifice short turn gain for long term pleasure.

 

I reach down and put the ice bucket on the floor out of the way, my hand on his hip as I push him, telling him to roll over, that I want to fuck him.

 

I rise on my knees between his legs and pull impatiently at his hips, wanting to get him into a good fucking position, my cock probing at his opening, the cool oozing water easing my passage.  Sean’s ass is foreign to me...contracted coldness gripping me, surrounding me with pin pricks of pain, my knob burning as it comes into contact with the hard lump of ice, propelling it deeper into Sean.

 

I grip Sean hard, the warmth of his shoulders under me, as I ride his undulating body.  I pull back and lunge forward again, jolts of ice-hot electricity surging from my cock to my balls, my orgasm unbidden and uncontrolled overpowering me...my cum shooting over Sean’s ass as I pull out.

 

Sean collapses underneath me onto the bed. I drape myself across him, hugging him to me.

 

His impatient voice cuts through my post coital haze..  

 

“Get off me Viggo. I need to get to the bathroom. In case you’ve forgotten, I’ve an ass full of ice to dispose of.”

 

I groan and with a supreme effort of will, manage to pull myself away from the warmth and feel of his body.

 

~Sean~

I leave Viggo on the bed and walk, stiff-legged towards the bathroom, my muscles clutched tightly so the mess doesn’t start running down my legs and dripping onto the floor.

 

I can’t resist a backward glance at him,  sprawled out on the bed, his knee drawn up, his arm over his head.

 

“You just rest there and recover your strength old man. If you think that pathetic effort on your part constitutes a fuck, you’re sorely mistaken.  You still owe me one.”

 

I successfully make it to the toilet and gratefully plonk myself down.  It’s a great relief to finally expel it all from my body.  All I want now is a hot shower, clean myself and get warm.

 

I turn the shower on as hard and as hot as I can stand and get under the flow of the water.  It begins to work its magic on me, relaxing and defrosting me  when I hear the stall door open. Viggo steps in with me.

“How are you feeling, Sean?.”

I give him a sardonic grin.

“If you ignore frost bite of the ass...I’m feeling fine.”

 

~Viggo~

 

I watch Sean make his way to the bathroom,  the tension in his muscles pulling his ass up higher and tighter and emphasising his strong thighs.

 

I give him time to shit in peace, his groans of relief filtering into the bedroom.  When the shower starts running I pull myself off the bed, dump the coverings onto the floor and go to join him.  Opening the door, I step into the steam.

 

I push up hard against him, my fingers sliding over his warm wet skin, letting him feel my growing erection pushing against his thigh.

 

I ask him how is he feeling, wanting to know if his ass is up for another round.

 

At his reply and grin, I grab the washcloth and start soaping him up

 

“I know just the cure for frost bite Sean...friction firmly applied to the affected area...so lets get you all cleaned up and back in bed.”

 

~Sean~

He’s hard again, his cock presses up to me. He starts washing me, his voice husky when he suggests to go back to bed again. He seems willing to live up to his promise to fuck me, and so he should.

Even though I let him clean me up and towel me dry, I am determined to have things the way I like them now. I am not going down on all fours : I just lie down on my back on the bed and relax, let him work for it . He grinds up to me, his cock rubbing mine, the friction enough to make me moan.

He grabs the little bottle of lube from the nightstand and slicks up his fingers. He’s careful now, taking his time to prepare me. I smile to myself, he’s always like that when he’s got what he wanted out of me, not realising completely how much I like those little games of his.

His skilled fingers feel a lot better than the ice cubes and I am pressing up to them pretty soon, wanting him to give me more. I groan when he finally replaces his fingers with his slicked cock, the burn of the stretch almost feeling like the freezing cold of earlier, until it melts into being good, so fucking good.

“Harder Vig, more.”

 

~Viggo~

 

My fingers sleek with soap, glide and slide over Sean’s muscular frame, his skin hot and compliant under my touch.  Saliva floods into my mouth and for a fleeting moment I want to sink to my knees and pay homage to my Adonis, to take his cock deep into my mouth and feel his essence flood into me.  I pull myself back from the fantasy...no matter how much I want it, it would never do to blur the demarcation lines in Sean’s mind.

 

I leave him waiting under the shower, while I quickly dry myself off, then turn off the water and reach for his hand.  I dry him slowly, the thick soft towel in my hands isolating my fingers from his skin but allowing my eyes the excuse to feast upon its texture.

 

All clean and dry I lead him back to our bed.

 

My fierce ardour already sated, our love making is slow and easy, Sean’s face underneath mine as I slowly push in to welcoming tightness of his body.

 

So easy to satisfy his request.

 

The End

  

Comments

[illiadri.livejournal.com]

For something based on ice this is unrelentingly hot. I have an ice kink which you just totally hammered all over. Yay!

[lab-jazz.livejournal.com]

I'm glad that you enjoyed Govi's and my kinky little bit of fun. Thanks muchly for the f/b.

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

Very original idea! And I agree with the comment above: one hot ice story! :)

[lab-jazz.livejournal.com]

Glad rotpunkt, that you didn't find the fuck too 'cold'. Thanks as always for your f/b :)

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"I smile to myself, he’s always like that when he’s got what he wanted out of me, not realising completely how much I like those little games of his."

Controlling? Yes, but which one . . .

What a fantastic story. I do believe that's the first use of ice in this way I've ever read . . . most inventive, you two!!

[govi20.livejournal.com]

A little belated, but thanks so much for reading and the f/b!