Pyjama Game, Roleplay

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Titile : Pyjama Game
Pairing : Sean/Viggo
Rating : NC-17
Archive : Rugbytackling, switch_bottoms, viggo_cursive
Warnings : RPS, AU
Authors : 
mooms
 (Viggo)
govi20
 (Sean)
A.N.: the idea came after seeing a nerdy Sean, dressed in stripey p.j. in "My Kingdom For A Horse"

DISCLAIMER: Not true, never happened, we made it all up!

Pyjama Game

 ~Sean~

I am tired and glad to come home. I  have only lived here for two months now, but I really like my flat. It’s not very big, but it’s mine and much better then the single room I had before, when I left my parents’ home and started living on my own.

I guess my Mum was right after all, that I should get a place of my own. Still miss her cooking though. She probably expects me to find a girl and get married now, and perhaps I should. The thing is I never met a girl I would like to date, let alone marry.

I am a teacher, and I like kids, but having some of my own seems something very far away yet. I don’t have much of a social life ; I like to stay at home. None of the female teachers at school attract me or seem to be attracted by me.

I have looked around in the block of flats here, but the only one I am interested in is the American bloke living next door. He looks a bit different, wearing strange clothes, but still I like him. He’s a good looking bloke, in an unusual way and I can’t take my eyes off him, whenever I see him.

I must be really lonely, looking for a friend I guess, because I can’t explain why I am so interested in him otherwise. I introduced myself when I moved in here, but he was very soft spoken, mumbling his name and I didn’t catch it.

After I’ve had dinner, if a microwaved piece of pie can be called dinner, I watched some TV. This is a night like every night, and I am a bit bored. When I start yawning, I decide to go to bed a bit early and read my book.

After showering and brushing my teeth, I pull on my pyjamas and make myself comfortable in bed. It’s a gripping book and pretty soon I am totally drawn in by the story. I notice the lights flickering now and then, but that happens often. This is not a modern building and I guess there hasn’t been much modernisation the last twenty years.

The hero in my book is just about to do something extremely dangerous, when the lights go out. Just like that. I am lying there, waiting for a while, but nothing happens, just lying in pitch dark.

I hear voices outside so I decide to go there and see what has happened. I carefully make my way to the door, stubbing my toe only twice. I open it and step out.

There he is, my fascinating neighbour. And I am wearing my pyjamas! But so is he...

 

~Viggo~

 

I decided to take up a post lecturing in art at one of the London Colleges, after the break-up of my last long-term relationship.

It seemed a good idea at the time to put as much physical distance between us as possible, but I’ve been here two months now and somehow, although I have travelled extensively in my life, I don’t seem to be able to quite fit in.

My colleagues at the college are polite and pleasant, but they seem uncompromisingly heterosexual and  somewhat conventional for my taste. Even among the artistic community, I know I have a reputation for eccentricity.

They go home each night to their cosy, suburban castles and pull up the drawbridges, while I trudge home and spend another evening in alone.

This apartment is nice, but the block is real quiet. A guy moved in next door, just after me and I do find him pretty interesting, although he seems shy. Could just be traditional British reserve, I suppose !

He took me by surprise, when he introduced himself, ‘cause I had been surreptitiously watching him for a couple of days before he spoke. He wears glasses and comes over as a little gauche, nerdy even, but I like the way he moves and his dirty blonde hair and I suspect that under the corduroy pants and tweedy jackets, he might have an interesting body.

His name is Sean, apparently and I did tell him mine, but that was the only contact we’ve had.

Since then, I’ve seen him coming and going, looked out for him, even ! *Shit, I sound like a stalker !* There has been no further opportunity to get to know him properly, though.

So here I am, freshly showered and changed into my favourite clothes for lounging about the apartment, my precious footie jamas. My ex bought them for me as a joke, years ago, because of what he described as my “childlike love of soccer”  and although I got rid of every other reminder of the lying, cheating bastard, I hung onto these.

Unusually for a Yank, I do enjoy the game, as I was brought up in Argentina and learned to love it as a kid. I haven’t had the chance to go to a game, since arriving here though, as there‘s nobody to go with. I wonder if Sean likes football ? He looks more like the kind of guy, who likes books.

I eat my solitary supper, planning to open a bottle of red wine, go to bed early and write my journal.

Fuck ! After a couple of ominous flickers, the lights go out, plunging me into pitch darkness.

I grope for a candle and my lighter. Luckily, I like atmosphere and have candles all over the apartment. I wonder if it’s just my lights or the whole block, so I carefully make my way to the door, carrying my candle.  

Out on the landing, I raise it aloft and see that various people have come out of their doors and are discussing the situation. Seems the power is out in the whole block.

Sean’s door opens and I turn, nearly colliding with him.

I am clearly not the only one comfortable in pyjamas, judging by the striped flannel ones he is wearing !

~Sean~

 

I can’t believe my eyes. He’s wearing  what look like a child’s football pyjama’s! It’s weird, but I can’t help thinking we have at least one thing in common. You have to love football, wearing those horrible things. For a moment we just stare at each other, then he breaks the silence.

“Er.. it's Sean, right? I gather all power is down, not just in my house.”

“Yes, it’s Sean. The whole block must be hit. I am sorry, but I forgot your name.”

“It’s Viggo. Well I suppose we’ll have to do with candlelight this evening then.”

“I don’t have candles. Could you possibly lend me some?”

He studies my face and seems to hesitate, but then suddenly a smile breaks through.

“Well Sean, it’s quite early. Why don’t you come with me, I’ll light up the candles, fix us a drink and we can have a pyjama party till the lights go on again?”

It feels rather funny, stepping into a stranger’s home dressed in pyjamas and if he was a girl it wouldn’t do of course, but I follow him anyway. He seems nice, even though there was something wolfish in that grin.

When he lights some candles, I can’t help comparing his flat to mine. It’s rather unusual, a lot of paintings on the wall, most of them not even framed. There are things lying everywhere and I must step over piles of books to reach the chair he points out me to. I almost sit on a whole pile of pictures scattered over the seat.

I like my flat, it’s light and neat, filled with really nice Ikea furniture. But in comparison it does seem very boring. Me Mum would not appreciate Viggo’s place, in fact she wouldn’t approve of Viggo. A grown up wearing football pyjama’s and strange coloured bracelets. But luckily she’s not here.

He’s pouring what seems to be Scotch in 2 glasses and I can’t bring myself to protest. Normally I drink a few beers at the weekend, but that’s it. Well just this one glass I decide, I don’t want him to think I am boring.

He raises his glass to me and I take a careful sip, afraid to end up coughing. It’s not bad really, and I like the way it seems to warm up my belly. I guess I was getting a bit chilly. We chat a little. He’s telling  me about his home and why he’s here.

Before I know it, he has filled my glass for the third time, and I am really wondering why I never drank Scotch before. It really seems to take away my natural shyness and I am even asking him about his pyjamas.

“My ex gave them to me, because of my “childlike love of soccer” “

“Well, I guess that’s nice of her,” I say.

“My ex is a he Sean, and I honestly doubt it was meant nicely.”

 

~Viggo~

 

Well Sean is certainly disconcerted by my pyjamas, judging by his shocked expression and I suppose I am kind of shocked too, because I have never seen anybody under seventy wearing the kind he has on.

I figure that he is somewhere around my age and in the flickering candlelight, I can see that he is really good looking and has green eyes.

We can’t spend the rest of the night staring at each other and my eyes are being drawn to his crotch area, as those kind of pyjamas usually have a drawstring fastening and I can’t help but wonder what they are concealing.

I break the silence with some small talk and mention candles. He has to ask my name again. Clearly I made a strong impression last time ! When he asks if he can borrow candles, a thought flashes into my head and after a moment’s hesitation, I invite him into my apartment. He accepts.

I light all the candles around my cluttered living room and pour us a couple of generous Scotches. Sean sips his very tentatively at first and I think he’s not used to it, but he seems to relax, although he doesn’t say much at first. That’s a shame as he has rather a nice voice, with a very attractive Northern accent.

It is easy talking to him, so I tell him about myself and keep topping up the glasses. By the third glass, he is really warming up and has started talking back. He asks me about the pyjamas and I tell him they were a present from my ex. I go on and tell him that my ex was a man, then wait for his reaction.

Sean seems stunned at first. He is not disapproving, just really surprised. After a pause of several minutes, he says hesitantly,

“So you’re gay, then, Viggo ?”

I like the way he pronounces my name “Viggoh” and I smile at him, leaning back comfortably in my chair.

“Well I don’t like labelling people like ketchup bottles, Sean, but I have always been attracted to both sexes and over the last twenty years, no women at all. Is that a problem ?”

He begins to stutter,

“P..p..problem, no, p..please don’t think that I, in any way…I mean that

…God…what I mean is I have never really known any men, who liked men. Sorry.”

Sean actually blushes , which is incredibly sweet and endearing. I try to lighten up the conversation, as I have embarrassed him.

“That’s OK, Sean. Hey, I told you my pyjama story. Why don’t you tell me yours, I mean, there has to be a reason you wear those old-fashioned monstrosities, yeah ?”

Now it is my turn to be embarrassed, as Sean blushes even redder and hangs his head. Shit. He must actually wear those damn things in bed ! This boy needs taking firmly in hand !

 

~Sean~

The casual tone in which he speaks is more shocking than the fact itself I think. I mean, I know about it, know that somewhere amongst the people I know there must be some gay. But no one ever speaks about it, certainly not in my parents’ house.

I admire him for his honesty and I hate feeling that damned blush creep up again, as if he needed a proof of my embarrassment, as if my stuttered explanation isn’t bad enough. But he doesn’t seem angry, he even smiles at me.

I don’t know if it’s the Scotch, but I can’t help imagining him with a man, having sex. Some faceless man, and I can’t help my physical reaction to that : I am getting hard. I can only hope he doesn’t notice, but then I see his gaze raking my body.

I am afraid what he might say, but he’s just making fun of my pyjamas, calling them monstrosities! I know I am a bit old-fashioned, but I sleep alone and they are comfy. Again I am blushing. He must really be sorry for ever inviting me in!

I pick up the glass he just filled again and take a big gulp. This time I am coughing and he slides quickly off his chair and sits on the arm of mine, gently slapping my back. When I can breathe normally again, his hand is still on my back, slowly stroking now.

I know I should be leaving now, thank him for the drink, go home and never return, but some strange force keeps me locked to the chair. His voice a bit huskier now, he bends over to look in my face.

“Are you all right Sean? You’re shivering, are you cold?”

Of course the heating system doesn’t work either, and it is a bit chilly in here, but I don’t think I am just shivering from the cold. Unable to speak I just look at him and nod. He seems to read something in my face, because his hand is moving lower now – much lower – still stroking, but more firmly now.

I don’t know what’s happening – suppressed memories coming back of a wild night with one of my mates, ending in a public loo with his hand on my cock. I refused to think about it until now, it was buried so deep inside me – but I do know I want this, want him.

Like in a dream, I see his other hand coming down, working his way into my pyjama top, sliding over my naked skin. When he starts rubbing my nipple, I close my eyes and swallow. He’s so close his lips almost touch my ear.

“Do you want me to get you warm? ”

Then his tongue sneaks out, sliding into my ear and I am lost.

~Viggo~

Fuck ! I have really embarrassed him and I suddenly have the urge to snatch off his glasses, like in those old Hollywood movies and shout,

“Why, Sean, you’re beautiful ! “ Because it’s true, he is !

I am itching to get my hands on him and find out what he is harbouring under those pyjamas and after I pour him another hefty slug of Scotch, I get the perfect excuse !

In his embarrassment and confusion, so cute and boyish, he gulps at the drink, sending it down the wrong way and suddenly he is choking and I am slapping his back.

Once he has recovered, I keep my hand on his back, rubbing it gently and I feel him shiver deliciously under my fingers. There is a bit of a chill in the room, but I don’t think that’s the reason, or at least I hope it’s not. I am really attracted to him and although I am pretty self-sufficient on my own, sometimes a person just needs human contact and tonight, I very much want to have that contact with Sean.

I ask him if he’s cold, trying to look into his eyes, as I do, but he is still hanging his head, making it difficult. He does nod, though and I see some flicker of memory cross his face. Maybe he is not entirely the innocent he seems, but I would swear that he is pretty inexperienced and it seems such a waste.

I experience a brief pang of conscience, that maybe I am seducing him, having lured him into my lair and plied him with strong drink, then I think, come on, he’s a grown man, not a callow youth and he’s very far from drunk, just a little less inhibited than usual. Maybe I am freeing the true Sean !

Moving my hand lower, I caress the swell of his ass and cringing slightly at the corny line, but unable to stop myself, I whisper,

“Do you want me to get you warm ?”

I follow up by sliding my tongue into his ear. He has rather delicate ears, I notice, unusual in shape and elf-like. He shivers again and to my surprise, he replies, not in words, but by lifting his head and kissing me right on the lips, a little hesitant and shy at first, but soon warming to his task.

His hands come up and hold my shoulders and I slide my tongue across his lips, silently requesting entrance. He responds, parting his lips to let me in and I deepen the kiss, taking charge possessively and wrapping my own arms round him.

As I suspected, Sean is a quick learner and incredibly responsive. Still kissing him, I slide a hand down and make contact with a sizeable erection, covered in thick flannel, but nevertheless, most appealing. I feel his hand creep down and investigate my own arousal, then we pull back for a moment, as we both need to breathe.

“We’d be warmer in bed, Sean,” I say, emboldened by the way he is reacting to me and my already hard cock grows even harder, when he nods and stands up.

Heart beating wildly with anticipation, I take his hand and lead him into my bedroom.

~Sean~

My head snakes out and I kiss him, his lips soft and pliant under mine. When I feel his tongue slide in, I am no longer thinking, but grabbing his shoulders to cling to him. His arms wrapped around me, he holds me tight.

I feel his hand sliding down, stroking my rock hard erection and without hesitation I mirror his movement. We kiss until we need to come up for some air. Then he suggests we take this to the bedroom and I nod.

He takes my hand and I follow willingly. I can’t keep my eyes off his arse, clad in those crazy pyjamas and can’t help wondering what he'll look like without clothes. He has to let go of me to light some candles in the bedroom, luckily it’s not as messy as the rest of his flat, because I am in no state to navigate my way.

Slipping off his pyjama jacket, he pushes me up against the wall and takes off my glasses, throwing them across the room, and kissing me again, while his hands are almost tearing off my pyjama jacket. I hear the his sharp intake of breath when he discovers the Blade’s tattoo on my upper arm. A proud reminder of the first time I stood up to my formidable Mum.

He bends over and starts licking it, causing the slow fire burning in my belly to grow. A welter of lust rises up and I grab him by his arms and throw him on the bed. Before he even realizes I am on top of him. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but I am frantically moving on him, determined to taste and feel as much of him as I can.

Between the two of us we manage to get out of our pants and then we are naked. I still for a moment, not sure how to carry on and he takes advantage by rolling over. Now he’s on top, his hand stroking and caressing me, sharp teeth biting my throat, making me moan.

Then he reaches over at the nightstand and grabs some things out of the drawer. I blink – not able to see very well with out my glasses – and try to focus. I see a small bottle and a package.

Condoms!!

Fuck!!

~Viggo~

Elated by how well this is going, I indulge myself and fling his glasses across the room, having shed my pyjama jacket and pushed him up against the wall. He really is beautiful !

I can’t wait to unwrap my present to myself and when I rip off his pyjama jacket, I gasp to see that he has a tattoo. Why Sean ! You are full of surprises and now I know that you do like football!

Seeing the streak of rebellion revealed by the tattoo is incredibly erotic and I lean in to lick it, hungrily.

Wow ! I have certainly unleashed a tiger here, as suddenly, Sean grabs me and throws me on the bed, pressing his body into mine most gratifyingly. Once he lets the lid off his repressions, they certainly blow, to coin a phrase !

Still seeking to touch as much of each other as we can with hands and mouths, we manage to rid ourselves of our pants and I can see over his shoulder that he has the most delectable ass ! I lick my lips in anticipation.

Now that we are both naked, our cocks grinding together, Sean becomes suddenly still and I understand that he simply doesn’t know how to proceed. I flip us over, so that I am in the dominant position again. I decide that Sean is my pupil and I will be his most willing teacher. In spite of my surging passion, and the pressing desire to fuck him right through the mattress, I already feel tender and protective towards him.

I reach into the drawer to get myself supplies in readiness and feel Sean’s body go rigid with fear. I stroke him and soothe him, knowing how I can take his mind off things. As I slide down and engulf his engorged cock, he shouts out in surprise and it doesn’t take long before he is  arching of the bed and shooting into my mouth.

As he comes down from the orgasm, I hold him tightly and he gazes at me, almost dazed, but with such astonished gratitude that I am sad for him, that he has waited so long to experience these delights. And I have so many more delights to introduce him to !

I turn him over gently and that ass is all mine, spread out before me like a banquet. Pulling a pillow down to raise his hips, I give thanks and feast on his flesh.

Judging by the sounds he is making, Sean certainly enjoys his lesson and although it takes a supreme effort of self control, I manage to hold off my own climax, while I prepare him carefully and eventually sink into him, grunting with effort.

Sean thrusts back against me, urging me on and as neither of us can wait any longer, I give in to my animal lust and pound into him mercilessly.

Although it is only a short time since he came, Sean grew hard again during the rim job and so he climaxes again, just before I finally let go and have one of the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced.

We roll onto our backs and lie there, contentedly sticky and satisfied. Needing to touch Sean, I clasp his hand and squeeze it.

“Are you OK ?” I ask him, although his broad smile and the answering squeeze of my hand tell me his answer without words.

As he tells me he is fine, we both know that this was not just a casual fuck, but the beginning of something important.

“Hey, Sean“, I say, “Can you believe that some folks think pyjamas are a passion killer ?"

Comments

[bo1.livejournal.com]

"I feast on his flesh." Love it!

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading and commenting!

[shegollum.livejournal.com]

Damn, girls!!!! This was incredibly hot and at the same time, the pure cuteness factor was through the roof. I absolutely adored poor befuddled nerdy Sean. A.d.o.r.e.d. him. You must write a follow-up. Please? o.O

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you ! The inspiration was Gov's, after seeing the nerdy Sean in the pj's ! Thinking it a coincidence that Viggo likes his footie ones, we just had to write this !

[halszka.livejournal.com]

I totally agree with shegollum. It was fun, it was cute. Sean was edible with this glasses. I like it!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Yes, Viggo found Sean edible, too !*heh heh* Thank you for reading and commenting.

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

Oh I so love "My Kingdom for a Horse" - it's wonderful that you've chosen to base a fiction on it!!

"...but with such astonished gratitude that I am sad for him, that he has waited so long to experience these delights."

But what delights he discovers!

Happy Birthday, Viggo.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. We really enjoyed writing this !

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

"He seems nice, even though there was something wolfish in that grin."
Hehe - this one and the last line are my favourites, but the whole story is great. I have to do a lot of catching up after 5 days without internet, but this way it is really fun!!!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it !

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

This is great; I love the characterizations. But I'm kinda bummed that I've never seen "My Kingdom for a Horse." Sean looks incredibly adorable in that pic.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

We thought so too, hence Gov's inspiration ! Thanks for your feedback !