Contrasts 3, part 4
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rugbytackleTitle: Contrasts 3, Part 4
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afra_schatz & irrlicht74
Pairing: VigBean, of course
Rating: NC-17! Definitely NC-17. We finally made it. ;D
Disclaimer: All made up. Not making money with it. Yaddayadda...
Warning: AU!! Plus this was written as a roleplay.
Summary: Sean’s a tax consultant and Vig’s a book illustrator. Hell, I do SO suck at summaries! I promise it’s far more interesting than it sounds like.
Author’s Note: Well, I tried to NOT let months pass again...
Beta:helena_s_renn as always. :) Thank you so much! *snugglehugs* All remaining mistakes are ours.
Archive: Rugbytackling. All others, please ask.
"Upstairs," Sean managed to gasp when he’d broken the kiss, and jerked his head in the general direction of the house. Viggo nodded and Sean climbed off him, getting up to his feet to stand next to the other man. Though desire darkened both of their eyes, Sean didn't feel frantic at all. He reached for Viggo's hand and smiled at the other man when he felt his friend squeezing his hand reassuringly, affirmatively.
Walking with a raging hard-on was never easy, but they both arrived at the top of the staircase without serious injuries. At least as far as Viggo could tell. But he was determined to take a very close look at Sean’s cock later to make sure. Just to be on the safe side. He grinned at his own silly thoughts and added an even sillier, “Well then...My room or yours?”
Sean chuckled softly at Vig’s words and shook his head, but Viggo could tell that Sean didn’t mind his silliness, maybe even enjoyed it. And even though it was meant to keep the mood light, Vig’s question had a kind of serious intent. He wanted Sean to feel comfortable and safe, so Vig left it up to the Brit to choose.
Viggo arched his left eyebrow, emphasising the sincerity of his question and making Sean feel obligated to answer after all.
"Mine. You probably didn't even make your bed."
"You're such a," Viggo seemed at a loss for words and rolled his eyes in mock exasperation before finishing, "freak."
"Takes one to know one," replied the Brit and tugged at the ragged sleeve of the other man's shirt, gesturing to get a move on. Remembering where they'd been heading before accidentally running into a not-too-serious discussion of their choice of locale, Viggo followed eagerly and also quite willingly let himself be pushed against the - once again closed - bedroom door because Sean had suddenly felt the urgent need to kiss him straight away.
Viggo hummed appreciatively and closed his arms around Sean’s body. The kiss deepened and the pressure increased, since Sean was obviously trying to shove him back into the corridor without opening the door again. Not that Vig was complaining. He dug his fingers into the other man’s back and slid his other hand into Sean’s pants. Luckily it weren’t jeans or Vig wouldn’t have been able to reach down enough to actually cup one of the Brit’s perfectly curved buttocks. The fabric gave way a little, just enough for Vig to mold his hand around the firm cheek, which caused a stream of gasps and moans and curses.
“Stop that!” Sean demanded. “Or it will be over before it even began.”
“We have all night.”
Viggo traced his lover’s earshell with the tip of his tongue. Sean sighed quietly in response and held still, enjoying the attention.
“You said something about getting naked earlier.”
"Good thinking that you didn't bother with buttoning up your shirt properly in the first place."
Sean took a small step back, only so much that he could reach between their bodies and open the rest of Viggo's shirt. The American momentarily let go so Sean could help him out of his shirt. Sean's palms closed over Viggo's naked collarbones and he knew that his fingertips, lightly touching warm skin, trembled a little. Viggo leaned in for another slow kiss, returning the favour by getting Sean's shirt open and off before his hands slipped down Sean's belly to his trousers. Having Viggo's tongue wrapped around his own, effectively keeping him from talking, Sean only hummed his appreciation.
Watching Sean’s reactions closely Viggo opened the Brit’s pants and carefully slipped a hand inside. He closed his fingers around the hardening shaft and stroked it almost leisurely a few times, enjoying Sean’s low purr that echoed in his mouth.
Vig playfully ran his thumb over the tip of Sean’s cock, paying extra attention to the sensitive slit, and Sean drew back, gasping.
“You know,” Sean said breathlessly, “if you keep up that pace, it’ll take us forever to get naked.”
Viggo arched his left eyebrow.
"Not that we do have to get naked," Sean added, "I like your hand right where it is just fine."
Viggo's right eyebrow moved to accompany the left high on his forehead.
"Goddamnit," Sean cursed weakly, "how can you expect me to think properly with your hand down my pants?"
Sean was not sure how they ended up on the bed - and he would've sworn that it had been Viggo and not him who had started this I-can-undress-quicker-than-you competition... But they were finally out of their clothes and laughing on the bed, so Sean could let that little detail pass, couldn't he?
This morning Viggo would’ve snorted at everybody who’d have told him that he and Sean would be lying naked together in the same bed this evening, because it would’ve been so ridiculous a thought. But there they were. Together in the same bed. Naked. Laughing and giggling and teasing each other with words, glances, touches, and Viggo felt so happy he was sure his heart would burst any second.
Sean prevented it from doing so by closing his hand around Viggo’s cock and making the American flinch a little, just because he hadn’t reckoned with that. Sean pulled back immediately.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Christ, no,” Viggo replied and put the other man’s hand back on his erection. “You surprised me. In a good way.”
"So, how 'bout this then?"
Sean closed the distance between them by kissing Viggo again. Viggo's hand still was closed around Sean's wrist and its grip tightened a little when Sean let his index finger run up and down the other man's erect length. Viggo's other hand now came to lie on Sean's neck to hold the Brit close and Sean surely didn't have any objections against that.
Viggo felt the by now familiar curling of Sean’s tongue around his, but he didn’t loosen the grip around Sean’s wrist. If the Brit moved his hand only one inch more, Vig would come just like a fifteen-year-old school boy. And he couldn’t have that, could he? Well, of course he could, but he didn’t want to. Not yet anyway.
Sean liked Viggo's strong grip. In fact, he could've happily spend the next eternity touching, licking, just feeling the masculinity of every little detail of Viggo's body, whether that was his chest pressing against Sean's, his left leg draped over Sean's side and holding him captive, the rough evening stubble that made Sean's lips burn so excitingly. And Viggo's hands, Sean loved Viggo's hands.
Still, when he found his own hand doomed to immobility by a vicelike grip, he growled into the other man's mouth. He added a little more insistence to his attempt to free himself and when that didn't help he broke the kiss and murmured, "Spoilsport."
“You’ll thank me for that later. If I’d let you have your way, everything will be over before it even started. Your words.”
“Oh, talkative now, are we?”
Viggo rubbed his nose playfully against Sean’s.
“You’re better with words than I am.”
He carefully removed Sean’s hand from his cock and moaned a little at the loss, but replaced the lost warmth with Sean’s body by snuggling closer. He’d never been a cuddly kind of guy, but Vig had found out recently that everything was different with Sean. Wonderfully different.
Sean distracted himself from the loss of Viggo's cock by licking the other man's chin, down his throat to that lovely tender spot right under Viggo's Adam's apple. He could feel the soundless groan this built in Viggo's throat against the tip of his tongue and pressed it harder against already wet skin, seeking more contact.
Viggo relaxed and put his head back, humming his appreciation. God, he loved that! Fast learner that Sean was, he’d immediately located his most sensitive spots. Viggo groaned slightly; the hand on Sean’s neck tightened its grip, while Viggo’s other hand closed hard around the Brit’s biceps. That man would be the death of him one day.
"You taste good," Sean murmured and pressed himself closer against Viggo when he felt the other man's body react to the compliment by shivering slightly. "A bit like summer grass."
"Really?" Sean loved how it felt to kiss the other man's throat while he spoke. "Must be ‘cause we rolled around in it like idiots."
Sean licked his way up Viggo's jaw again and let his mouth linger over Viggo's, asking back, "What do you taste like normally then?"
Viggo licked his lips - and with them Sean's - in amused contemplation. "That's an odd question. I dunno."
"Hm," Sean replied and let his tongue dart out to poke Viggo's with it, "I'd like to find out..."
“Would be nice,” Viggo whispered and sucked Sean’s bottom lip into his mouth, only to release it again a second later. “That means we’ll have to repeat that some time soon.” This time he sucked Sean’s bottom lip into his mouth to nibble at it. “Because I think it’ll take some time for the summer grass to fade away.”
Viggo smiled when Sean tilted his head back to prevent him from worrying his bottom lip again, to lean in a moment later and gently bite down onto _his_ bottom lip instead.
“Hm...” the Brit murmured, “you’re right. This is fun.”
“Indeed,” Viggo replied, his mouth still in contact with Sean’s. “And this is even more fun.” With that, he invaded his lover’s mouth once more and started to suck on his tongue.
Sean hummed quietly, first his agreement then his submission. It was so easy to let go when Viggo kissed him like this, held him like this; Sean didn't think he wanted him to ever let go again. All of this was so utterly unexpected and yet it felt so familiar and right, as if he'd never done anything else, never felt anything else but this closeness to Viggo, this want and need and knowledge that it all would be fulfilled.
Vig shifted a little and brought his hands between them to get their dicks in line. Then he rolled over, so he came to lie on top of Sean again. He rolled his hips slowly and both men groaned at the friction that caused. A wonderful, breathtaking, I’m-that-close-to-coming kind of friction, so Vig halted his movements again. Plus it was a little...hard without –
“Sean,” he whispered against his lover’s ear. “I really hate to ask, but...Do you have some lube?”
"Nope," Sean said, frustration mixing with amusement, "it's not like I had planned this."
Viggo chuckled softly and Sean could hear the same mix of emotions in that quiet sound and in the other man's words, "You didn't? That's so unlike you, not planning something..."
"Oi," Sean said, when Viggo squirmed on top of him as the Brit gripped his sides and shook him slightly in protest, "don't you mock me orderliness, you little tosser, or I'll-"
After a second Viggo asked, "You’ll what?"
"Damn, I can't plot against you when you're naked," Sean complained and tilted his head a little, invitingly. "You really are devious and - mmmm, I like your tongue..."
Viggo suckled a few seconds longer on the sensitive skin of Sean’s neck before he backed off, murmuring, “I know you do,” knowing his breath ghosting over the wet spot would have a nice effect on the Brit. Vig gave the reddened flesh a last playful lick and let his lips slide lower.
He took some time to nibble at a few certain spots that seemed to demand his attention, to practically worship the small rosy buds of Sean’s nipples by licking and sucking on them, to leave a wet path along Sean’s abs until he reached the field of dark blond hairs pointing directly to where he was heading.
Vig gently patted the Brit’s thighs.
“You like my tongue, so that’s what you’ll get.”
"Christ," Sean groaned and couldn't help but arch his back against his lover's wicked tongue on his heated skin, "please."
He felt more than heard Viggo chuckle in amusement at his neediness. His next plea was a silent one, his hand stroking through Viggo's hair and cupping the other man's skull. Viggo raised his head a fraction as if to test how strong Sean's hold was and covered Sean's lower belly with more teasing licks when the Brit wouldn't let go. Sean started panting shamelessly when Viggo licked over his hipbone and deliberately let his cheek brush against the hot flesh of Sean's cock.
"Please, Viggo."
It would’ve been cruel to deny Sean what he so obviously craved any longer. Especially when the Brit’s wishes coincided with his own.
Vig breathed a last playful kiss onto his lover’s belly before he bent down to suck the head of Sean’s cock into his mouth. He noticed faintly that Sean grabbed a handful of the sheets and purred softly. More pre-come leaked on to his tongue.
Viggo used his hands to push up Sean’s legs a little in order to get better access. He took his lover’s dick almost all the way in now, drew back a bit and slid down again, lower this time. When the tip of Sean’s cock hit his throat Viggo swallowed once and then slid back up, setting a slow rhythm: almost featherlight on his way down, more suction on his way up.
"Christ, Viggo," Sean groaned and squeezed his eyes shut when little stars started to swirl in front of them. Instead of seeing those stars any longer they started to dance over his skin, making him shudder and arch up into Viggo's mouth. The change between feeling Viggo's rough tongue carefully licking his cock and having him suck it harder the next moment reduced the Brit to whimpers and softly spoken curses and endearments.
Viggo loved seeing Sean like that. Wanting. Needy. Completely at his mercy. And Viggo loved that Sean obviously enjoyed it and didn’t hold anything back. The arching of his back, the hardly restrained thrust of his hips, and the wonderful noises he made all that showed Viggo exactly what Sean wanted and needed. He wasn’t left to guessing or having to entertain himself while his lover lay passively on his back. Not that he’d thought Sean would.
Viggo was tempted to swirl his tongue around the Brit’s balls, too, but found that he wasn’t willing to let go of his delicious prey at the moment. So he used his hand instead to gently squeeze them and to elicit more of these almost desperate sounds from Sean’s lips.
It felt like Viggo's hands were everywhere though even Sean's dizzy brain realised that this couldn't be true. When his lover's palm came to rest on his belly, gently pressing down and restricting the Brit's possibility to move just a little bit, Sean reached down to entwine his fingers with Viggo's. He held on tightly and maybe he hurt Viggo a little with his vicelike grip, but it was the only way to keep himself grounded, to not lose his mind over feeling Viggo swallowing around the head of his cock, Viggo's tongue pressing against the underside of it, determined to drive him insane.
He really didn’t think that Sean needed more encouragement by now, but well… First times were always a bit tricky and even though it was a bit hard to think straight with the Brit’s pulsating dick in his mouth, Viggo thought it might be a good idea to tell Sean something like, “Whenever you’re ready.”
Plus he couldn’t wait to taste Sean.
Vig buried his nose in the Brit’s pubic hair and started to hum.
Sean shouted Viggo's name then--or at least he thought so. The other man's name was all that echoed inside him, loud and clear, as a reaction to this sensory overload. He thrust deep into Viggo's mouth as if in an attempt to feel that delicious humming not only around his cock but on his skin everywhere and he shuddered violently as indeed it spread all over him, making his body hum in return as he climaxed. He was quite sure he shouted Viggo's name again when he felt his lover swallowing for the first time, his throat so impossibly tight around the head of his cock as he emptied himself into Viggo's waiting mouth.
Vig swallowed everything Sean had to offer and revelled in the other man’s cries of pleasure, the taste that exploded on his tongue, the feeling of Sean’s hips straining against his hold. He felt, heard, tasted and smelled only Sean and it was breathtaking.
Only when he felt his lover’s cock going limp, Viggo backed off and smiled up at Sean, who was – or seemed to be – completely blissed out. Vig licked his lips and crawled up the Brit’s body until he was high enough to kiss him, letting Sean taste a bit of himself.
"Mm, hey there," Sean murmured drowsily and his words were so slurred that Viggo chuckled against his lips.
"That was--" hm, what was that word with so many syllables again...? Ah yes, "amazing. Thank you."
Viggo obviously knew that Sean's brain wasn't really able to process whole sentences at the moment, so he just hummed and licked across Sean's lips in return. Eagerly the Brit opened his mouth and let Viggo's tongue slip inside, stroking his own and spreading the salty taste of his own release over it.
After a long moment of lazy kissing Sean said, "I must say, I do taste nice, don't I?"
Viggo couldn’t help laughing.
“Narcissist.”
He admired Sean’s boyish grin for a moment before he kissed him again and admitted, “Yes, you do. And it was my pleasure entirely.”
The Brit arched a tiny bit upwards, making him hiss in the process, when Sean’s leg pressed against his erection. Sean arched a brow.
“Well, not _entirely_, don’t you think?”
Viggo wanted to answer to Sean's teasing, the Brit could see it in the other man's blue eyes, but then Vig seemed a little too busy enjoying the feeling of Sean's warm thigh against his cock.
Sean snaked his arm around Viggo's waist to hold him close as his right hand slid between their bodies and closed over the other man's erection. Viggo instantly pushed into Sean's fist and the Brit twisted his fingers a little, adding more pressure. He leaned up and moistened Viggo's lips with his saliva, whispering teasingly, "You don't mind, do you?"
Regarding the fact that he almost blacked out with desire when Sean’s rough hand first touched his aching cock, it was really no wonder that he shook his head reflexively. Sean chuckled and kept stroking. Viggo followed the slow, but gradually increasing pace with his hips.
As soon as he was able to breathe a little more properly again, he whispered huskily, “But now that you’re asking...” He looked up in the Brit’s green eyes. “How do you do it to yourself? Show me.” Somehow knowing what was about to come, he held Sean’s hand in place and added, “With _my_ cock, Bean.”
"You," Sean said and squeezed Viggo's cock a little harder, causing the other man to gasp, "really talk too much."
Viggo was just about to prove Sean's point by talking back, but Sean flipped them over and all the American did was yelp in surprise. Then he growled at Sean, who was now covering him, and the Brit could feel the vibration of that low sound on his lips as he kissed his lover again, resuming stroking him with hard and deliberate motions.
Viggo really would’ve liked to answer Sean’s teasing, but his tongue in Vig’s mouth was too delicious to risk losing, and the hard and fast and juuust right stroking was too good to waste time and pleasure over with lengthy discussions. Plus Sean’s skilful touch just rendered him speechless.
All Vig could do was to hum his appreciation and moan when Sean’s thumb occasionally brushed over the sensitive head of his dick.
With Viggo purring like a big cat and writhing under him Sean found it increasingly hard to ignore his own renewing arousal. Even if he wasn't anywhere near another climax, where Viggo seemed to linger just now, it was too damn hot to have the other man's muscles flexing mostly without Viggo intending them to, just because he was so close, so close that he seemed willing to let go any second now. Sean didn't really tease him; he just drew out the inevitable a bit by slowing down once in a while and lessening the pressure just to get Viggo back from the edge. Only when Viggo started growling into their kiss and seemed to pull himself together enough to notice that Sean was playing with him did the Brit change to that kind of strokes that usually guaranteed an orgasm within moments for himself.
Viggo groaned and really had to watch that he didn’t bite down hard on Sean’s tongue when he felt the familiar tingling at the base of his spine.
“Yes,” he whispered into his lover’s mouth and arched up into the firm grip. “Gods, yes.”
Sean didn’t slow down again and Viggo clung onto Sean’s shoulders as he came harder than he ever remembered coming. He wasn’t sure whether he’d called the Brit’s name, but if so, it was only fair since Sean had cried out his so nicely before. The mere thought of that sound had Viggo coming again and he could feel the Brit’s hand still around his cock, milking him for all he was worth until he was completely spent.
Sean held Viggo down as the American bucked against him when he came; he held Viggo close when the vigorous rush of his orgasm subsided and his lover was merely trembling in its aftermath.
Only when Viggo's arms slid from Sean's shoulders as if it was too much effort to keep them there did the Brit pull back a little and look down at his lover. Arms stretched above his head and his chest still rising and falling with every deep breath, he looked so beautiful and alive, calm and wild at the same time.
Viggo watched Sean from under heavy lids and couldn’t suppress a contented smile. “Amazing,” he whispered when Sean almost hesitantly touched his chest. “Yes. That’s exactly what it is.”
The Brit’s eyes searched his and Viggo finally opened them to let Sean see what he was probably searching for. When Sean started to return his smile, Vig reached up to pull his lover down for another kiss.
“And it gets even better,” he murmured against moist lips. “As soon as we have lube.”
"Mmm," Sean mumbled, "aren't you a greedy little bugger?"
"Asshole."
"'m just saying," Sean stated, "that it might prove to be a tad difficult to find lube here in the middle of nowhere."
Viggo replied with a whining noise, not bothering with actual words and rubbing his nose against the other man's sharply outline cheekbone. Sean said, "C'me on, it's not like either of us would have the energy to even get downstairs, let alone out."
"I would if there was lube anywhere near," Viggo pouted and threw his arms in the air in exasperation. Shaking his head, Sean shifted so that he came to lie next to the American. He raised his hand and watched milky white come dripping from his fingertips, looked down to Viggo's belly at the second half of the mess.
“What?” asked Viggo teasingly. “Trying to will it away?”
“Now who’s the asshole?”
Viggo chuckled and Sean continued staring at his hand and Vig’s belly.
“I was just wondering...”
Vig got curious because of the other man’s tone of voice.
“What?”
Sean didn't answer to Viggo's question and his arched eyebrow. Instead he brought up his hand to his lips and tentatively sucked his index into his mouth.
"Hm," he made, making a show of tasting Viggo as if he was at a wine testing, "you taste just like me."
Viggo rolled his eyes.
"Well, that's not very surprising since we ate exactly the same food the last days, Bean."
"And there I was thinking that this was some kind of physical manifestation of being soulmates or some such," Sean sighed dramatically and licked the rest of his hand clean. "Thanks for the disillusion, mate."
“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could serve.”
Sean stuck his tongue out at him and Viggo rolled his eyes.
“So?” the Brit asked. “Will you get up now or what?”
Viggo blinked in surprise.
“Me? Why on Earth should I get up? Now?”
“Because _you_ made a mess.”
“Which _you_ are mainly responsible for.”
Sean sighed ostentatiously and got up. He washed his hands, fetched a small towel from the sink and when he turned back to the bed, Viggo looked at him quizzically.
"What now?"
"Nothing." Viggo shrugged and smiled crookedly, "I'm just surprised that this was so easy."
"Well," Sean replied and dried his hands before he threw the towel at the American, "I reckoned that you being an artist and such probably thinks come is a sufficient substance to start bodypainting sessions with..."
Viggo laughed out loud before he finally started to clean himself up; Sean plopped onto the bed and once more stretched out beside him.
“You know me too well already.”
“Come on, Vig! That wasn’t too hard to figure out.”
“Smartass. And no. Even artists like me have certain limits.”
“Oh, really?”
Viggo slapped Sean on his upper arm.
“Don’t get all cheeky on me, Bean.”
“Well, I wasn’t smart enough to figure out you have a sadistic streak, Mortensen.”
Viggo rolled his eyes, but his made-up annoyance was betrayed when Sean chuckled and he started to giggle along.
"Say," Sean said, aiming for a conversational tone of voice but failing miserably, "you don't steal the covers, too, do you? 'Cause I might kick you if you do."
Viggo did his best to look innocent but Sean shook his head, not buying it, "I mean it, Vig, I get really, really cranky when I wake up and find the covers gone..."
“Sue me, then.”
“You haven’t even listened, now have you? I said, I’ll kick you, not sue you.”
“And you’re telling me something about a sadistic streak?”
“Hey, if you steal my covers, you’ll be punished. Nothing sadistic about it.”
“Christ! What does it take to shut _you_ up?” Viggo muttered and leaned over to kiss Sean deeply. “If – let me say that again – _if_ I steal your covers, I’ll know at least five ways to make it all up to you.”
"All right," Sean conceded simply, which made Viggo chuckle over his one-track mind. The Brit pulled his lover closer again and they kissed lazily with Viggo half on top of him and their legs entangled. Hell, if this was how they were going to sleep, Sean didn't even need any covers. Viggo was as hot as a furnace.
Viggo revelled in the kiss and pulled the covers mostly over them. He was still astounded how easy it had been. Everything. He hadn’t thought it would be. And he was happy. Happier than in a long time. No matter how cheesy that sounded.
They didn't really stop kissing at any point. It was more like pausing with their lips so close that they were almost still kissing while they inhaled the same air. Sean had closed his eyes and just didn't bother to open them again when Viggo shifted on top of him and rested his head right next to Sean's on the pillow. When Sean murmured a good night their lips brushed together, Viggo couldn't resist licking over Sean's one more time before sighing softly and snuggling a little closer. Already half asleep, Sean pulled the covers a little higher and gripped their upper edge, spooning him. Viggo fitted perfectly against him.
End of part three
A/N: All other parts can be found atdas_moor or there.
Authors:
afra_schatz & irrlicht74Pairing: VigBean, of course
Rating: NC-17! Definitely NC-17. We finally made it. ;D
Disclaimer: All made up. Not making money with it. Yaddayadda...
Warning: AU!! Plus this was written as a roleplay.
Summary: Sean’s a tax consultant and Vig’s a book illustrator. Hell, I do SO suck at summaries! I promise it’s far more interesting than it sounds like.
Author’s Note: Well, I tried to NOT let months pass again...
Beta:
helena_s_renn as always. :) Thank you so much! *snugglehugs* All remaining mistakes are ours. Archive: Rugbytackling. All others, please ask.
"Upstairs," Sean managed to gasp when he’d broken the kiss, and jerked his head in the general direction of the house. Viggo nodded and Sean climbed off him, getting up to his feet to stand next to the other man. Though desire darkened both of their eyes, Sean didn't feel frantic at all. He reached for Viggo's hand and smiled at the other man when he felt his friend squeezing his hand reassuringly, affirmatively.
Walking with a raging hard-on was never easy, but they both arrived at the top of the staircase without serious injuries. At least as far as Viggo could tell. But he was determined to take a very close look at Sean’s cock later to make sure. Just to be on the safe side. He grinned at his own silly thoughts and added an even sillier, “Well then...My room or yours?”
Sean chuckled softly at Vig’s words and shook his head, but Viggo could tell that Sean didn’t mind his silliness, maybe even enjoyed it. And even though it was meant to keep the mood light, Vig’s question had a kind of serious intent. He wanted Sean to feel comfortable and safe, so Vig left it up to the Brit to choose.
Viggo arched his left eyebrow, emphasising the sincerity of his question and making Sean feel obligated to answer after all.
"Mine. You probably didn't even make your bed."
"You're such a," Viggo seemed at a loss for words and rolled his eyes in mock exasperation before finishing, "freak."
"Takes one to know one," replied the Brit and tugged at the ragged sleeve of the other man's shirt, gesturing to get a move on. Remembering where they'd been heading before accidentally running into a not-too-serious discussion of their choice of locale, Viggo followed eagerly and also quite willingly let himself be pushed against the - once again closed - bedroom door because Sean had suddenly felt the urgent need to kiss him straight away.
Viggo hummed appreciatively and closed his arms around Sean’s body. The kiss deepened and the pressure increased, since Sean was obviously trying to shove him back into the corridor without opening the door again. Not that Vig was complaining. He dug his fingers into the other man’s back and slid his other hand into Sean’s pants. Luckily it weren’t jeans or Vig wouldn’t have been able to reach down enough to actually cup one of the Brit’s perfectly curved buttocks. The fabric gave way a little, just enough for Vig to mold his hand around the firm cheek, which caused a stream of gasps and moans and curses.
“Stop that!” Sean demanded. “Or it will be over before it even began.”
“We have all night.”
Viggo traced his lover’s earshell with the tip of his tongue. Sean sighed quietly in response and held still, enjoying the attention.
“You said something about getting naked earlier.”
"Good thinking that you didn't bother with buttoning up your shirt properly in the first place."
Sean took a small step back, only so much that he could reach between their bodies and open the rest of Viggo's shirt. The American momentarily let go so Sean could help him out of his shirt. Sean's palms closed over Viggo's naked collarbones and he knew that his fingertips, lightly touching warm skin, trembled a little. Viggo leaned in for another slow kiss, returning the favour by getting Sean's shirt open and off before his hands slipped down Sean's belly to his trousers. Having Viggo's tongue wrapped around his own, effectively keeping him from talking, Sean only hummed his appreciation.
Watching Sean’s reactions closely Viggo opened the Brit’s pants and carefully slipped a hand inside. He closed his fingers around the hardening shaft and stroked it almost leisurely a few times, enjoying Sean’s low purr that echoed in his mouth.
Vig playfully ran his thumb over the tip of Sean’s cock, paying extra attention to the sensitive slit, and Sean drew back, gasping.
“You know,” Sean said breathlessly, “if you keep up that pace, it’ll take us forever to get naked.”
Viggo arched his left eyebrow.
"Not that we do have to get naked," Sean added, "I like your hand right where it is just fine."
Viggo's right eyebrow moved to accompany the left high on his forehead.
"Goddamnit," Sean cursed weakly, "how can you expect me to think properly with your hand down my pants?"
Sean was not sure how they ended up on the bed - and he would've sworn that it had been Viggo and not him who had started this I-can-undress-quicker-than-you competition... But they were finally out of their clothes and laughing on the bed, so Sean could let that little detail pass, couldn't he?
This morning Viggo would’ve snorted at everybody who’d have told him that he and Sean would be lying naked together in the same bed this evening, because it would’ve been so ridiculous a thought. But there they were. Together in the same bed. Naked. Laughing and giggling and teasing each other with words, glances, touches, and Viggo felt so happy he was sure his heart would burst any second.
Sean prevented it from doing so by closing his hand around Viggo’s cock and making the American flinch a little, just because he hadn’t reckoned with that. Sean pulled back immediately.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Christ, no,” Viggo replied and put the other man’s hand back on his erection. “You surprised me. In a good way.”
"So, how 'bout this then?"
Sean closed the distance between them by kissing Viggo again. Viggo's hand still was closed around Sean's wrist and its grip tightened a little when Sean let his index finger run up and down the other man's erect length. Viggo's other hand now came to lie on Sean's neck to hold the Brit close and Sean surely didn't have any objections against that.
Viggo felt the by now familiar curling of Sean’s tongue around his, but he didn’t loosen the grip around Sean’s wrist. If the Brit moved his hand only one inch more, Vig would come just like a fifteen-year-old school boy. And he couldn’t have that, could he? Well, of course he could, but he didn’t want to. Not yet anyway.
Sean liked Viggo's strong grip. In fact, he could've happily spend the next eternity touching, licking, just feeling the masculinity of every little detail of Viggo's body, whether that was his chest pressing against Sean's, his left leg draped over Sean's side and holding him captive, the rough evening stubble that made Sean's lips burn so excitingly. And Viggo's hands, Sean loved Viggo's hands.
Still, when he found his own hand doomed to immobility by a vicelike grip, he growled into the other man's mouth. He added a little more insistence to his attempt to free himself and when that didn't help he broke the kiss and murmured, "Spoilsport."
“You’ll thank me for that later. If I’d let you have your way, everything will be over before it even started. Your words.”
“Oh, talkative now, are we?”
Viggo rubbed his nose playfully against Sean’s.
“You’re better with words than I am.”
He carefully removed Sean’s hand from his cock and moaned a little at the loss, but replaced the lost warmth with Sean’s body by snuggling closer. He’d never been a cuddly kind of guy, but Vig had found out recently that everything was different with Sean. Wonderfully different.
Sean distracted himself from the loss of Viggo's cock by licking the other man's chin, down his throat to that lovely tender spot right under Viggo's Adam's apple. He could feel the soundless groan this built in Viggo's throat against the tip of his tongue and pressed it harder against already wet skin, seeking more contact.
Viggo relaxed and put his head back, humming his appreciation. God, he loved that! Fast learner that Sean was, he’d immediately located his most sensitive spots. Viggo groaned slightly; the hand on Sean’s neck tightened its grip, while Viggo’s other hand closed hard around the Brit’s biceps. That man would be the death of him one day.
"You taste good," Sean murmured and pressed himself closer against Viggo when he felt the other man's body react to the compliment by shivering slightly. "A bit like summer grass."
"Really?" Sean loved how it felt to kiss the other man's throat while he spoke. "Must be ‘cause we rolled around in it like idiots."
Sean licked his way up Viggo's jaw again and let his mouth linger over Viggo's, asking back, "What do you taste like normally then?"
Viggo licked his lips - and with them Sean's - in amused contemplation. "That's an odd question. I dunno."
"Hm," Sean replied and let his tongue dart out to poke Viggo's with it, "I'd like to find out..."
“Would be nice,” Viggo whispered and sucked Sean’s bottom lip into his mouth, only to release it again a second later. “That means we’ll have to repeat that some time soon.” This time he sucked Sean’s bottom lip into his mouth to nibble at it. “Because I think it’ll take some time for the summer grass to fade away.”
Viggo smiled when Sean tilted his head back to prevent him from worrying his bottom lip again, to lean in a moment later and gently bite down onto _his_ bottom lip instead.
“Hm...” the Brit murmured, “you’re right. This is fun.”
“Indeed,” Viggo replied, his mouth still in contact with Sean’s. “And this is even more fun.” With that, he invaded his lover’s mouth once more and started to suck on his tongue.
Sean hummed quietly, first his agreement then his submission. It was so easy to let go when Viggo kissed him like this, held him like this; Sean didn't think he wanted him to ever let go again. All of this was so utterly unexpected and yet it felt so familiar and right, as if he'd never done anything else, never felt anything else but this closeness to Viggo, this want and need and knowledge that it all would be fulfilled.
Vig shifted a little and brought his hands between them to get their dicks in line. Then he rolled over, so he came to lie on top of Sean again. He rolled his hips slowly and both men groaned at the friction that caused. A wonderful, breathtaking, I’m-that-close-to-coming kind of friction, so Vig halted his movements again. Plus it was a little...hard without –
“Sean,” he whispered against his lover’s ear. “I really hate to ask, but...Do you have some lube?”
"Nope," Sean said, frustration mixing with amusement, "it's not like I had planned this."
Viggo chuckled softly and Sean could hear the same mix of emotions in that quiet sound and in the other man's words, "You didn't? That's so unlike you, not planning something..."
"Oi," Sean said, when Viggo squirmed on top of him as the Brit gripped his sides and shook him slightly in protest, "don't you mock me orderliness, you little tosser, or I'll-"
After a second Viggo asked, "You’ll what?"
"Damn, I can't plot against you when you're naked," Sean complained and tilted his head a little, invitingly. "You really are devious and - mmmm, I like your tongue..."
Viggo suckled a few seconds longer on the sensitive skin of Sean’s neck before he backed off, murmuring, “I know you do,” knowing his breath ghosting over the wet spot would have a nice effect on the Brit. Vig gave the reddened flesh a last playful lick and let his lips slide lower.
He took some time to nibble at a few certain spots that seemed to demand his attention, to practically worship the small rosy buds of Sean’s nipples by licking and sucking on them, to leave a wet path along Sean’s abs until he reached the field of dark blond hairs pointing directly to where he was heading.
Vig gently patted the Brit’s thighs.
“You like my tongue, so that’s what you’ll get.”
"Christ," Sean groaned and couldn't help but arch his back against his lover's wicked tongue on his heated skin, "please."
He felt more than heard Viggo chuckle in amusement at his neediness. His next plea was a silent one, his hand stroking through Viggo's hair and cupping the other man's skull. Viggo raised his head a fraction as if to test how strong Sean's hold was and covered Sean's lower belly with more teasing licks when the Brit wouldn't let go. Sean started panting shamelessly when Viggo licked over his hipbone and deliberately let his cheek brush against the hot flesh of Sean's cock.
"Please, Viggo."
It would’ve been cruel to deny Sean what he so obviously craved any longer. Especially when the Brit’s wishes coincided with his own.
Vig breathed a last playful kiss onto his lover’s belly before he bent down to suck the head of Sean’s cock into his mouth. He noticed faintly that Sean grabbed a handful of the sheets and purred softly. More pre-come leaked on to his tongue.
Viggo used his hands to push up Sean’s legs a little in order to get better access. He took his lover’s dick almost all the way in now, drew back a bit and slid down again, lower this time. When the tip of Sean’s cock hit his throat Viggo swallowed once and then slid back up, setting a slow rhythm: almost featherlight on his way down, more suction on his way up.
"Christ, Viggo," Sean groaned and squeezed his eyes shut when little stars started to swirl in front of them. Instead of seeing those stars any longer they started to dance over his skin, making him shudder and arch up into Viggo's mouth. The change between feeling Viggo's rough tongue carefully licking his cock and having him suck it harder the next moment reduced the Brit to whimpers and softly spoken curses and endearments.
Viggo loved seeing Sean like that. Wanting. Needy. Completely at his mercy. And Viggo loved that Sean obviously enjoyed it and didn’t hold anything back. The arching of his back, the hardly restrained thrust of his hips, and the wonderful noises he made all that showed Viggo exactly what Sean wanted and needed. He wasn’t left to guessing or having to entertain himself while his lover lay passively on his back. Not that he’d thought Sean would.
Viggo was tempted to swirl his tongue around the Brit’s balls, too, but found that he wasn’t willing to let go of his delicious prey at the moment. So he used his hand instead to gently squeeze them and to elicit more of these almost desperate sounds from Sean’s lips.
It felt like Viggo's hands were everywhere though even Sean's dizzy brain realised that this couldn't be true. When his lover's palm came to rest on his belly, gently pressing down and restricting the Brit's possibility to move just a little bit, Sean reached down to entwine his fingers with Viggo's. He held on tightly and maybe he hurt Viggo a little with his vicelike grip, but it was the only way to keep himself grounded, to not lose his mind over feeling Viggo swallowing around the head of his cock, Viggo's tongue pressing against the underside of it, determined to drive him insane.
He really didn’t think that Sean needed more encouragement by now, but well… First times were always a bit tricky and even though it was a bit hard to think straight with the Brit’s pulsating dick in his mouth, Viggo thought it might be a good idea to tell Sean something like, “Whenever you’re ready.”
Plus he couldn’t wait to taste Sean.
Vig buried his nose in the Brit’s pubic hair and started to hum.
Sean shouted Viggo's name then--or at least he thought so. The other man's name was all that echoed inside him, loud and clear, as a reaction to this sensory overload. He thrust deep into Viggo's mouth as if in an attempt to feel that delicious humming not only around his cock but on his skin everywhere and he shuddered violently as indeed it spread all over him, making his body hum in return as he climaxed. He was quite sure he shouted Viggo's name again when he felt his lover swallowing for the first time, his throat so impossibly tight around the head of his cock as he emptied himself into Viggo's waiting mouth.
Vig swallowed everything Sean had to offer and revelled in the other man’s cries of pleasure, the taste that exploded on his tongue, the feeling of Sean’s hips straining against his hold. He felt, heard, tasted and smelled only Sean and it was breathtaking.
Only when he felt his lover’s cock going limp, Viggo backed off and smiled up at Sean, who was – or seemed to be – completely blissed out. Vig licked his lips and crawled up the Brit’s body until he was high enough to kiss him, letting Sean taste a bit of himself.
"Mm, hey there," Sean murmured drowsily and his words were so slurred that Viggo chuckled against his lips.
"That was--" hm, what was that word with so many syllables again...? Ah yes, "amazing. Thank you."
Viggo obviously knew that Sean's brain wasn't really able to process whole sentences at the moment, so he just hummed and licked across Sean's lips in return. Eagerly the Brit opened his mouth and let Viggo's tongue slip inside, stroking his own and spreading the salty taste of his own release over it.
After a long moment of lazy kissing Sean said, "I must say, I do taste nice, don't I?"
Viggo couldn’t help laughing.
“Narcissist.”
He admired Sean’s boyish grin for a moment before he kissed him again and admitted, “Yes, you do. And it was my pleasure entirely.”
The Brit arched a tiny bit upwards, making him hiss in the process, when Sean’s leg pressed against his erection. Sean arched a brow.
“Well, not _entirely_, don’t you think?”
Viggo wanted to answer to Sean's teasing, the Brit could see it in the other man's blue eyes, but then Vig seemed a little too busy enjoying the feeling of Sean's warm thigh against his cock.
Sean snaked his arm around Viggo's waist to hold him close as his right hand slid between their bodies and closed over the other man's erection. Viggo instantly pushed into Sean's fist and the Brit twisted his fingers a little, adding more pressure. He leaned up and moistened Viggo's lips with his saliva, whispering teasingly, "You don't mind, do you?"
Regarding the fact that he almost blacked out with desire when Sean’s rough hand first touched his aching cock, it was really no wonder that he shook his head reflexively. Sean chuckled and kept stroking. Viggo followed the slow, but gradually increasing pace with his hips.
As soon as he was able to breathe a little more properly again, he whispered huskily, “But now that you’re asking...” He looked up in the Brit’s green eyes. “How do you do it to yourself? Show me.” Somehow knowing what was about to come, he held Sean’s hand in place and added, “With _my_ cock, Bean.”
"You," Sean said and squeezed Viggo's cock a little harder, causing the other man to gasp, "really talk too much."
Viggo was just about to prove Sean's point by talking back, but Sean flipped them over and all the American did was yelp in surprise. Then he growled at Sean, who was now covering him, and the Brit could feel the vibration of that low sound on his lips as he kissed his lover again, resuming stroking him with hard and deliberate motions.
Viggo really would’ve liked to answer Sean’s teasing, but his tongue in Vig’s mouth was too delicious to risk losing, and the hard and fast and juuust right stroking was too good to waste time and pleasure over with lengthy discussions. Plus Sean’s skilful touch just rendered him speechless.
All Vig could do was to hum his appreciation and moan when Sean’s thumb occasionally brushed over the sensitive head of his dick.
With Viggo purring like a big cat and writhing under him Sean found it increasingly hard to ignore his own renewing arousal. Even if he wasn't anywhere near another climax, where Viggo seemed to linger just now, it was too damn hot to have the other man's muscles flexing mostly without Viggo intending them to, just because he was so close, so close that he seemed willing to let go any second now. Sean didn't really tease him; he just drew out the inevitable a bit by slowing down once in a while and lessening the pressure just to get Viggo back from the edge. Only when Viggo started growling into their kiss and seemed to pull himself together enough to notice that Sean was playing with him did the Brit change to that kind of strokes that usually guaranteed an orgasm within moments for himself.
Viggo groaned and really had to watch that he didn’t bite down hard on Sean’s tongue when he felt the familiar tingling at the base of his spine.
“Yes,” he whispered into his lover’s mouth and arched up into the firm grip. “Gods, yes.”
Sean didn’t slow down again and Viggo clung onto Sean’s shoulders as he came harder than he ever remembered coming. He wasn’t sure whether he’d called the Brit’s name, but if so, it was only fair since Sean had cried out his so nicely before. The mere thought of that sound had Viggo coming again and he could feel the Brit’s hand still around his cock, milking him for all he was worth until he was completely spent.
Sean held Viggo down as the American bucked against him when he came; he held Viggo close when the vigorous rush of his orgasm subsided and his lover was merely trembling in its aftermath.
Only when Viggo's arms slid from Sean's shoulders as if it was too much effort to keep them there did the Brit pull back a little and look down at his lover. Arms stretched above his head and his chest still rising and falling with every deep breath, he looked so beautiful and alive, calm and wild at the same time.
Viggo watched Sean from under heavy lids and couldn’t suppress a contented smile. “Amazing,” he whispered when Sean almost hesitantly touched his chest. “Yes. That’s exactly what it is.”
The Brit’s eyes searched his and Viggo finally opened them to let Sean see what he was probably searching for. When Sean started to return his smile, Vig reached up to pull his lover down for another kiss.
“And it gets even better,” he murmured against moist lips. “As soon as we have lube.”
"Mmm," Sean mumbled, "aren't you a greedy little bugger?"
"Asshole."
"'m just saying," Sean stated, "that it might prove to be a tad difficult to find lube here in the middle of nowhere."
Viggo replied with a whining noise, not bothering with actual words and rubbing his nose against the other man's sharply outline cheekbone. Sean said, "C'me on, it's not like either of us would have the energy to even get downstairs, let alone out."
"I would if there was lube anywhere near," Viggo pouted and threw his arms in the air in exasperation. Shaking his head, Sean shifted so that he came to lie next to the American. He raised his hand and watched milky white come dripping from his fingertips, looked down to Viggo's belly at the second half of the mess.
“What?” asked Viggo teasingly. “Trying to will it away?”
“Now who’s the asshole?”
Viggo chuckled and Sean continued staring at his hand and Vig’s belly.
“I was just wondering...”
Vig got curious because of the other man’s tone of voice.
“What?”
Sean didn't answer to Viggo's question and his arched eyebrow. Instead he brought up his hand to his lips and tentatively sucked his index into his mouth.
"Hm," he made, making a show of tasting Viggo as if he was at a wine testing, "you taste just like me."
Viggo rolled his eyes.
"Well, that's not very surprising since we ate exactly the same food the last days, Bean."
"And there I was thinking that this was some kind of physical manifestation of being soulmates or some such," Sean sighed dramatically and licked the rest of his hand clean. "Thanks for the disillusion, mate."
“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could serve.”
Sean stuck his tongue out at him and Viggo rolled his eyes.
“So?” the Brit asked. “Will you get up now or what?”
Viggo blinked in surprise.
“Me? Why on Earth should I get up? Now?”
“Because _you_ made a mess.”
“Which _you_ are mainly responsible for.”
Sean sighed ostentatiously and got up. He washed his hands, fetched a small towel from the sink and when he turned back to the bed, Viggo looked at him quizzically.
"What now?"
"Nothing." Viggo shrugged and smiled crookedly, "I'm just surprised that this was so easy."
"Well," Sean replied and dried his hands before he threw the towel at the American, "I reckoned that you being an artist and such probably thinks come is a sufficient substance to start bodypainting sessions with..."
Viggo laughed out loud before he finally started to clean himself up; Sean plopped onto the bed and once more stretched out beside him.
“You know me too well already.”
“Come on, Vig! That wasn’t too hard to figure out.”
“Smartass. And no. Even artists like me have certain limits.”
“Oh, really?”
Viggo slapped Sean on his upper arm.
“Don’t get all cheeky on me, Bean.”
“Well, I wasn’t smart enough to figure out you have a sadistic streak, Mortensen.”
Viggo rolled his eyes, but his made-up annoyance was betrayed when Sean chuckled and he started to giggle along.
"Say," Sean said, aiming for a conversational tone of voice but failing miserably, "you don't steal the covers, too, do you? 'Cause I might kick you if you do."
Viggo did his best to look innocent but Sean shook his head, not buying it, "I mean it, Vig, I get really, really cranky when I wake up and find the covers gone..."
“Sue me, then.”
“You haven’t even listened, now have you? I said, I’ll kick you, not sue you.”
“And you’re telling me something about a sadistic streak?”
“Hey, if you steal my covers, you’ll be punished. Nothing sadistic about it.”
“Christ! What does it take to shut _you_ up?” Viggo muttered and leaned over to kiss Sean deeply. “If – let me say that again – _if_ I steal your covers, I’ll know at least five ways to make it all up to you.”
"All right," Sean conceded simply, which made Viggo chuckle over his one-track mind. The Brit pulled his lover closer again and they kissed lazily with Viggo half on top of him and their legs entangled. Hell, if this was how they were going to sleep, Sean didn't even need any covers. Viggo was as hot as a furnace.
Viggo revelled in the kiss and pulled the covers mostly over them. He was still astounded how easy it had been. Everything. He hadn’t thought it would be. And he was happy. Happier than in a long time. No matter how cheesy that sounded.
They didn't really stop kissing at any point. It was more like pausing with their lips so close that they were almost still kissing while they inhaled the same air. Sean had closed his eyes and just didn't bother to open them again when Viggo shifted on top of him and rested his head right next to Sean's on the pillow. When Sean murmured a good night their lips brushed together, Viggo couldn't resist licking over Sean's one more time before sighing softly and snuggling a little closer. Already half asleep, Sean pulled the covers a little higher and gripped their upper edge, spooning him. Viggo fitted perfectly against him.
End of part three
A/N: All other parts can be found at
das_moor or there.
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Date: 2006-10-10 11:55 am (UTC)What an absolutely superb piece of writing. It was so erotic and real. If I was going to quote something back to you to say how good it was, I think there'd have to be a line from every single paragraph.
It was just beautifully crafted, very loving and highly erotic. Every act, every moment, every word were just so perfectly drawn that I could really have been there with them.
I'm quite stunned, and going back to read it again - just to spot what I missed in gulping it down the first time!!
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Date: 2006-10-11 07:30 am (UTC)Just keep writing like that and every day will be 'made' for me!
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-01-04 11:57 pm (UTC)(I know you ladies deserve a much better and more detailed review with truckloads of gushing, but I've read half of this last night and finished it today in one go and I really must get to bed now before I fall asleep and drool all over my keyboard. Will comment properly later, 'kay?)
*huggles*
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Date: 2007-01-05 11:27 pm (UTC)Thank you, love. I hoped, you'd like it *bounces*, and Caro and me, we're happy to see that you found the time to read this. No worries about commenting, dear. Whenever you're ready, we'll be here. :D
I hope you had a peaceful night, and that everything's fine over at yours. *kisses*