FIC: The Fountains of Life 4/4
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rugbytackleThe Fountains of Life
Chapter Four: The Trouble
Author: Foofy
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC17
Summary: Viggo seeks out revenge
Warning: This is almost wall to wall smut with naughty language included. If you are of an innocent mind and wish mind to remain like this, please venture no further.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is formed entirely of lies taped together with gaffer tape.
Archive: Any who wish to take
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Time appeared to have stopped. Of course the world was going on around them, the birds were singing, the bees were … well, if it was summer they would be buzzing, and buzzing their little hearts out no doubt. The clouds were floating past as though sailing on a sea populated by marshmallows and the wind was caressing the leaves of the trees with their silky if cold touches.
The world, however, could take a flying leap as far as Sean was concerned. He was going for a bit more excitement than the birds and the bees after all, what with Viggo this hot and bothered and, when it came down to it, looking damned sexy. The tiger had been grabbed by the tail and now there was the great and exciting debate on whether said tiger was going to attempt to flee or whether it was going to bite the hell out of the git who had grabbed it.
Yeah, it was definitely quite exciting to straddle an angry Viggo. Things like this never normally happened, Vig sneaky enough to avoid giving anyone else a sniff of his authority whilst still looking like the world’s largest teddy bear. Sean looked down at him with a smirk in his eyes and, less subtly, on his lips, and adjusted his grip on Viggo’s wrists. His entire weight had been used to pin down his lover knowing that one small slip could spell disaster, and he was keen to keep the wrists under his control and the disaster bothering someone else. Viggo’s breathing was still controlled but his muscles were tense, a glare in his eyes which didn’t normally turn up unless someone had left the lid off the toothpaste or eaten the last of the chips. Yeah, things were interesting. Very interesting.
“ So,” Sean whispered softly. “ guess the tables have turned,”
Viggo gave him a look normally reserved for the very annoying members of society. “ Sean. You have exactly five seconds to get off me and I might, just might, let you live,”
Sean raised an eyebrow. “ You really think that’s going to change my mind?”
“ No. Your sense of self preservation was going to change your mind. I’m just here to give it a firm shove with a hand,” the eyes narrowed a little more. “ Which, ironically, is what you’re about to get if you don’t get off me,”
“ That’s got about as much chance of happening as-“
The sentence didn’t have a chance of being finished as Viggo did as he had promised. A knee kicked back, striking Sean in the small of the back and knocking him off balance with a surprised noise. This attack was then accompanied by a firm push of Viggo’s body weight, finishing Sean’s brief reign as king of the jungle. However, Sean wasn’t about to take such things lying down, at least metaphorically speaking. His self preservation might be slow but it was certainly beginning to kick in and one thing it really wasn’t happy about was simply lying back and having a furious Viggo suddenly land on it.
On the other hand, it was clashing badly with Viggo’s desire to be on top. Seriously on top. So on top that mountain goats would have to look upwards at him. Sean pushed back with his hand but it wasn’t enough to stop Viggo’s strength and advantage point, the younger man’s wrist slamming to the floor. Sean swore to himself and bucked, managing to knock Viggo off enough that the attack on the other wrist failed but that really didn’t stop the fact that Viggo had one of Sean’s wrists already and was almost straddling his waist.
Sean bucked once more snarling, a blast of cold air suddenly stating the fact that the picnic blanket had given up on its new kilt job. However, neither snarl nor partial nudity registered on Viggo’s cold expression, eyes looking at him almost as unblinking as a lizard on a sunbathing rock.
“ Vig,” Sean’s growl had managed to form words when it was clear that simple glaring was as likely to work as a small Mongolian hamster successfully opening a fast food restaurant.
“ You wanted trouble, Sean. And now you have it.”
Sean sighed. That was the problem with Viggo. The angrier he got the politer he became, as though Hollywood had given him lessons in such things in its spare time. Okay, so there were a few other problems associated with certain Mr Mortensens but this was one of the more noticeable ones and the one immediately under his nose.
The hand tightened around Sean’s wrist a little more, emphasising Viggo’s point.
“ Yeah, but-,” Sean’s voice trailed away, not entirely certain what sort of trouble he had been after. Dramatic trouble, yes, but not the type of trouble that got him in a bad position. Lying on your back with Viggo straddling you with that particular look in his eye was definitely classified as unsuitable trouble and the type that would have gotten the censor’s knickers in a twist should it had been a film.
“ Yeah but…?” prompted Viggo softly, leaning forward and almost getting eye to eye with his captive. Sean narrowed his eyes as though it was a protective barrier and shifted his body weight. Or attempted to anyway; the Mortensen rule of captivation was obviously not allowing that, even if Sean still had control over his other hand.
“ This is hardly fair!” Sean complained as the first thing that could possibly finish that sentence. Okay so it made him sound like a five year old complaining about a lack of ice-cream, but at least it wasn’t that uncomfortable silence that screamed out the fact that the captive was completely baffled on how to proceed. Viggo laughed softly to himself, although Sean had heard laughs which were happier and had less of a toothy feel to them.
“ I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself,” he murmured. Sean raised an eyebrow. Fucking poetry again? There was a time and a place for poetry and now was really not it.
“ Good for you. Get off me,” Sean knew the struggle wasn’t going to achieve anything apart from the possibility of pulling his back out or the slim possibility of flopping the picnic blanket back to cover his nudity, but it was worth it simply for the dramatic effect.
“ No,”
Sean gave up on his struggle and eyed his captor thoughtfully. “ Why not?”
Viggo didn’t give an answer. However by the look in his eyes a response was certainly intended, which was why Sean wasn’t entirely shocked to discover Viggo’s other hand creeping through the tartan undergrowth that was the picnic blanket. No bloody wonder he wasn’t that interested in locking down Sean’s other wrist.
“ Hey!” he wriggled slightly but Viggo’s weight was skilfully plonked on him and the grip on his wrist was almost handcuff in its solidness. “ You have to be kidding me!”
Viggo didn’t reply, his hand gently but firmly moving in its task. Sean’s eyes narrowed even further, giving a large buck and shoving back at the other man with his free hand. If Viggo thought he was going to get the upper hand just because he was .. well, up then he had another thing coming. Unfortunately it was soon obvious that Viggo’s position had given him a better situation with which to judge Sean’s movements, the older man dodging backwards to avoid the attacking hand whilst also sticking to Sean’s body like a skilled rodeo rider to a horse. With a growl that Sean didn’t even know Viggo was able to do, the other man leant forward once more.
“ Behave,” there was a warning in the voice.
“ Or what?” Sean replied automatically, then cursed himself for asking one of the stupidest questions known to man. By the look on Viggo’s face obviously he was a little surprised over it as well, although he was soon to recover his equilibrium by the sudden additional pressure on Sean’s thighs. There was a hasty cough and Sean swiftly moved onto the next subject. “ Anyway it’s getting cold.”
“ Is it?” Viggo obviously had the hardy constitution of a bull elephant with the skin thickness to match. Sean opened his mouth to protest a little further when he was suddenly conscious of the gentle circling of Viggo’s hips; suddenly realising his mouth was still open Sean shut it with a little click and an incredulous look. The picnic blanket was holding its own against the gentle pressure but it was damned obvious it was only a matter of time before it would fail, the metaphorical gates against the door to door salesmen of Doom. The safety pin just wasn’t safe enough.
“ Vig,” he growled through his teeth. He wasn’t going to fall prey to this sort of thing, goddamn it. Just because there was the stirrings of heat in his groin was not a good excuse to throw caution and pride to the wind after all. Sean gave Viggo another good glare for effect. This was the glare of kings, of gods, of people with money and power. Okay, so the picnic blanket kilt was a slight setback on the validity of said glare, but the power was there.
Trouble was, Viggo obviously had his shields on maximum. His hips circled again with a little more pressure on exactly the right places, both a warning and a temptation. A delicious warmth began to creep into Sean’s lower body, his focus suddenly less on the cold and more on the fact that Viggo’s body was slowly putting more and more heat and pressure on his cock. The blanket had definitely given up on its protector role, the kilt pushed up so much it was now more of a tartan belt than anything, exposing him to anything Viggo had a mind to do.
That wasn’t exactly a happy thought.
“ Vig,” the growl was getting a little more desperate. Sean gave a shove to Viggo’s shoulder with his free hand but the power behind it was minimal and he soon had to give up. Viggo raised an eyebrow.
“ Hmmm?” it was almost a purr, Viggo’s mind on a job that certainly didn’t involve talking to Sean. His hips circled again slowly, deliberately brushing against every single sensitive spot Sean possessed without literally using a map. Sean groaned softly and angrily, still unwilling to simply give in.
“ Get off,” his voice was beginning to have a hint of the breathless to it.
“ No. I’m fucking annoyed with you, Sean,” The matter of fact tone in Viggo’s voice was a cause to worry. Viggo angry was as unusual as it was brief, ordinarily including a flash of sheer rage which was dangerous in itself if you were within a meter radius to him, followed by the most dangerous thing of all; a cold, intelligent and downright ruthless Mortensen out to make things ‘right’.
However, again pride stuck its head up like the idiot it was.
“ Call me crazy,” replied Sean dryly. “ but you seem to be the one on me,”
Viggo’s hips gave one little nudge further in encouragement then he leant forward to fix Sean with the steady gaze. It was the sort of gaze that grandmothers developed when their grandchildren had sticky fingers and were refusing to wash them.
“ You have been a little bastard from the word go on this trip,” his words were clear, neutral and precise. “ Now, I don’t like this situation any more than you do but this is our situation and we’re going to make the most of it and get a positive, warm experience. From this point there will be no arguing, no complaints, no scowling, no unnecessary swearing although I will grant you the occasional curse should you accidentally stand on a wasps nest, and no cheek. Or,” he smiled sweetly. “ I’m going to do bad things. Would you like me to demonstrate?”
There was a warm smile which failed to enter Viggo’s eyes, and the hips circled again a little harder.
“ Uh. That’s ok,” It was one thing to stand your ground. It was quite another to bite on the barrel of a gun and make rude gestures. Sean groaned involuntarily as Viggo slowly rotated his hips again, his eyes slowly closing before remembering they were supposed to be open and scowling. Sod it.
“ Good boy,” Viggo rewarded such behaviour with another roll of the hips. “ And now you’re going to say you’re sorry,”
That managed to get a reaction. Sean lifted his gaze to look at him incredulously, his eyes narrowing once more. There was a polite pause as they decided to work out which way the world was going to lean, then Sean growled an apology. Viggo smiled again.
“ Didn’t hear you,” his voice was a purr. Sean snarled and pressed upwards but a hand pressed on his chest and shoved him backwards again, the younger man’s back landing on the ground with a ‘thump’. Viggo leant over him once more and rotated his hips, slowly, deliberately. Green eyes stared upwards in a mixture of fury and desire-that-couldn’t-be-admitted-under-pain-of-ARRGGGGGGHHH!
“ Viggo, for fuck’s sake stop doing that!!” Sean almost howled it as Viggo’s hips pressed down on places that didn’t need the encouragement.
“ It’s your own fault. Apologise,” Viggo was unrepentant.
“ Bastard!!” Sean squirmed further.
“ Now, I know you come from a little country but even there I’m sure ‘bastard’ is not known as an apology.” Viggo paused and grinned a little more. “ Unless Orli has a point about the Northern bastard thing,”
Sean groaned weakly as the older man rotated his hips once more, Viggo leaning down to the extent that his breath was warm on Sean’s throat. He nipped at the younger man’s throat with his teeth as Sean groaned again, a weak protest against the God of Lust.
“ Okay, fine,” the groan managed to form words. “ I’m sorry, ok?”
“ Needs work,” Viggo murmured, dipping his head once more to nuzzle at Sean’s throat like a tiger feasting on a fresh kill. His hand crept between his own body and the man he straddled, running his palm over hot and aching flesh. Sean arched his back with a groan and cursed even louder, ruder and using words that weren’t exactly in the English language.
“ Sorry!” he howled into the cold air.
Viggo smirked to himself. “ For what?” he probed with his questions and, for that matter, his hand which dipped between trembling thighs to brush against his captive’s balls. His mouth nuzzled against Sean’s ear. “ Tell me what you’re sorry for, Sean,” he breathed. “ Make me believe it,”
The hand slowly stroked over Sean’s trembling body, every so often sliding over soft quivering inner thigh before once again moving to play with the blonde’s balls and a teasing finger backwards, a gentle brush across the man’s entrance which caused Sean to buck upwards with another gasp.
“ Stuff,” groaned Sean. “ C’mon, Viggo you can go a little faster than that,”
“ Yeah, I know,” Viggo was still unrepentant, his hand slowing its movements down even more. Sean hissed a curse and closed his eyes, trying not to think about it. However it was damned difficult to ignore a probing finger, especially when the very tip of the finger was just pressing against the heat of his body. Sean snarled again then gave a massive buck to try and dislodge Viggo’s hold over his body. It almost worked. Having focused his attention on the slow, deliberate movements that were designed to torture Sean’s body with choice ‘highlights’ of pleasure, Viggo hadn’t been completely ready against any minor escape attempts.
Of course, ‘almost worked’ wasn’t the same as ‘worked’. With a bitten back comment of his own, Viggo slammed his weight down. His hand removed itself from Sean’s private regions and reemployed itself against Sean’s shoulder, forcing him back onto the ground with a power that wasn’t pissing around in the slightest.
“ Bad boy,” Viggo growled. It took a great deal to get Viggo to growl. Sean would have been more impressed with himself if it wasn’t for the fact that said growling Viggo was currently leaning over him with a gleam in his eye that was almost feral. That, after all, was a little scarier than he had bargained for. Hell, even Dracula would have issues with that.
“ This isn’t fair,” Sean grumbled, giving up once more.
“ That, my dear Sean, is the whole fucking point,” The swearing gave another good indication that Viggo was officially Fucked Off. There was another shove at his shoulder that, whilst not painful as such, was a definite display of power and illustrative of the superior position that Viggo was currently enjoying like the utter bastard he was. “ You want me to stop?”
Sean grumbled. It was a good grumble. It was a fine grumble. It was the grumble-ist of grumbles but it still didn’t manage to stop the nagging fact that Sean really didn’t want Viggo to stop. Stop fucking about and do something, yes. Halt and desist, no. However, that was not something he wanted to announce to the general population of Viggosville, despite the little memos that his traitorous body kept sending him.
There was a knowing noise from Viggo. “ Thought so,” he said softly.
“ This doesn’t change anything,” Sean advised, his voice hitching as Viggo’s hand slowly wandered back to the work that it had been so rudely interrupted from. The knowing noise turned into a snort of amusement.
“ Your complete and utter surrender? No, I guess it doesn’t,” he agreed. “ Spread your legs a little more, there’s a good boy,”
“ Piss off,” groaned Sean as Viggo’s hand slowly caressed his lower regions once again as though he was playing around with stress balls without the annoying bell jingle. However, his voice was not the most persuasive on the market, mostly because it was a little smarter than his stubborn pride.
“ Let me think about that.” Viggo licked a long lazy path up Sean’s neck to his ear. “ No. Spread your legs,”
Sean stared at him for a moment angrily, then finally growled and slowly spread his legs a little more. Viggo’s weight moved momentarily to allow him but just as quickly it was back to anchor him to the cold floor.
“ Good boy. Now, you still need to give me a decent apology,” Viggo pointed out as his fingers slowly drifted back to their mining expedition within the Mountain of Bean. Sean’s growl hitched as slowly, delicately, one finger slowly slid into the heat past the muscle that had so briefly objected to the entry. The growl slowly moved into unsteady breaths, the distant look in Sean’s green-grey eyes increasing as the finger increased its mining potential and delved into places that even James T Kirk might have difficulties venturing into.
Sean’s breathing hitched again as the finger delicately flicked within him, a burst of pleasure blossoming inside him then gradually spreading throughout his body. He could feel the steady increase of heat within his groin, a heat that both burned and itched with need to get more action than Viggo was currently providing. Gasping, the captive blonde squirmed again, trying to get the contact his body craved and the finger to brush against the bundle of nerves it had already discovered.
Viggo smirked to himself but had stopped insisting on the apology. Sean could feel the other man’s hardened length pressed against him and felt he could probably give a damned good guess as to why the taunting had ceased. It was a hell of a lot easier to taunt someone when you weren’t almost bursting with need yourself, and by the way Viggo’s fingers kept rhythmically clenching over his wrist every so often it was a little too clear that the older man too was feeling the strain.
A slow, dangerous grin crept over Sean’s face. Well, when in Rome, fuck like the Romans.
“ God, yes,” he groaned a little more, his head slowly tipping back and a look of sheer pleasure crossing his face which was part acting, part truth. Obviously this was hitting the kink buttons of the Man They Liked to Call Mortensen, who gave a growl of his own and introduced another finger to the mining expedition. Sean hissed in genuine sensation and tried to rotate his hips to get the fingers working a little more. However, they were actually doing quite well by themselves, a corkscrewing motion slowly building up to stretch and tease and tempt and do completely unspeakable things in areas that should be considered an area of Natural Beauty and Conservation.
Okay, sod this. Torture was not supposed to be on the cards. Or at least it was supposed to be on someone else’s cards anyway.
“ Vig,” Sean’s voice was ragged and as rough as though someone had paid it full attention with a piece of sandpaper. “ Whatever I’m supposed to apologise for, you got it. Swearing, grumpiness, that time I called you an arrogant know it all bastard -,”
“ – you never did call me an arrogant know it all bastard,” Viggo frowned at him in honest bafflement.
“ Well, not to your face, no, but I’m sorry anyway. And I’m sorry for making your car even more broken than it was before, and I’m sorry for stealing your cheese and making fun of your fondness for light pink, and I’m sorry for .. uh… ,” Sean had to think. “ … not cleaning the bathroom without threats of castration being involved and I’m sorry for something else I haven’t done yet,”
There was a pause of mutual heavy breathing. The fingers curled a little more inside Sean, prying, gently testing everywhere for amusing reactions whilst Viggo’s hips pressed against Sean’s groin and occasionally his stomach when the little nudge went Too Far.
“ So,” gasped Sean. “ .. do I pass the apology stage?”
Viggo chuckled breathlessly. “ This isn’t a game, Sean. You don’t get points on how well you do things,”
“ Ah, but points mean prizes and – uh!,” Sean’s head tipped back again as the fingers suddenly increased in number and twisted once more. The uh was a sincere one, almost reaching back to that first Primeval Uh of Uhness. Sean groaned softly and tried to form a growl which really wasn’t getting out of its metaphorical bed.
Thankfully Viggo was fluent in weak growling. His hand finally released Sean’s now sore wrist and slowly unfastened his own trousers, grey-blue gaze staring steadily at the younger man underneath him. Sean licked his bottom lip and swallowed, watching in the very real hope that Viggo had finally decided to move onto Stage Two. Or Three. Or whatever the damned next stage was.
“ You do anything that I seriously dislike again,” Viggo said softly. “ and you’re in some serious shit. Are we clear?”
“ Clear,” Sean attempted a nod which managed to get a pine-cone almost in his ear. Viggo flicked the offending piece of outdoor accessory away and smiled at him.
“ See? You’re not as suicidal as we thought,” he pressed a kiss to Sean’s mouth and began to move. However, upwards. Sean stared at him incredulously as fingers retreated and the weight began to lift.
“ Whoa, whoa, whoa, where the fuck d’you think you’re going?” he protested. Viggo looked baffled for a moment, then waved a hand towards the bags.
“ Lube?” his voice held the slightest amount of sarcasm. Sean growled and grabbed hold of Viggo’s arm, giving him a tug back.
“ Fuck lube! Get on with it man before I …,” he hesitated. “ .. do something!”
Viggo raised an eyebrow dubiously, the hesitation a little too clear in his eyes. Sean growled inwardly. For all his pissed offness and strength and general In Command Status, Viggo was very cautious when it came to preparing people properly. This was a miner who always wore a helmet and had the right equipment before he ventured forth, after all.
“ Vig,” Sean said steadily. “ Just do it.” There was another pause, followed by a groan of realisation. “ And now you’ve got me sounding like a 90’s advert for trainers. Thanks a bunch,”
There was an amused laugh then finally the feel of Viggo’s weight started to shift once more in a welcome trend downwards. Sean sighed in relief and allowed his head to slowly tip back as finally, finally, Viggo nudged Sean’s legs apart a little further and positioned himself. For a moment Sean had a horrible feeling Viggo was about to start making speeches again but, after a minor hesitation, the game began once more. Sean bit his lip hard to resist making any noise as slowly, smoothly, Viggo’s not inconsiderable length slid into him. Prepared he might have been but without any form of lube to ease the passage the lip was bitten progressively harder and harder as his body stretched to accommodate the intruder with serious bursts of objections.
“ Good boy,” Viggo’s murmur was almost lost in the breathless gasps as he pushed in slowly and steadily, which, as all good schoolchildren knew, won the race. Or at least won the kinky battle anyway which really shouldn’t be appearing in a schoolyard near you. Sean grinned but the power of speech had completely deserted him against the tide of sheer sensation and burning need to get on with it. He pressed back against the older man, trying to increase the speed that Viggo was moving at but obviously there had been speed laws passed behind the scenes somewhere and Viggo was stubbornly refusing to break them being the law abiding git that he was.
However, even the law abiding gits had their limits. Slowly, gradually but with increasing strength Viggo began to move, his hands tight on Sean’s hips as he thrust in. The speed slowly – slowly – increased, the power beginning to rock Sean against the hard floor but he really didn’t notice, didn’t care that the forest floor was starting to dig into his back as Viggo’s thrusts entered the world of pounding. His growl intermixed with Viggo’s, panting, desperate, each thrusting towards their completion. Sean’s hand was outstretched, his fingers slowly digging into the cold earth as he gasped in time with Viggo’s movements within him.
With Viggo’s hand finally on his erection, Sean realised that the chance he was going to last for any length of time was a wishful thought that was unlikely to ever take a breath of reality. His arousal treated to the very best in Viggo’s attention, and with more rough handling than even an episode of Top Gear could manage Sean had to bite back his cry as he finally reached his climax. On the other hand Viggo’s ability to remain calm was completely shattered as Sean’s body clenched and shuddered around him, the sound of the older man’s own completion enough to make a few nearby birds take to the air. Sean chuckled to himself breathlessly, and gave him a satisfied if tired grin as Viggo flopped to lie beside him.
“ You know,” he murmured, finally adjusting his kilt to something that actually covered his parts. “ I like your versions of discipline. It’s certainly … better…. than….,”
“ Better than what?” asked Viggo lazily, looking towards Sean as the end of the sentence failed to appear. However, Sean wasn’t looking at him. Viggo followed the horrified stare and paused as he took in the frozen expression of the hiker who was on the outskirts of their clearing.
There was a long, long pause.
“ Ah,” Viggo said finally, adjusting his clothing to properly greet visitors. “ Hello,”
The walker stared at Viggo with the wild eyed look of a deer in the headlights of car. “ Hi,”
“ We were involved in an accident and were walking back to civilisation. Is there any chance you would be able to give us a lift back into town?” Viggo gave him a friendly smile as he stood from the ground. Sean slowly sat up beside him, his eyes wary on the newcomer. Viggo, being Viggo, looked as though they had been interrupted from nothing but a loud book discussion, the ease evident in his voice.
“ Uh. I guess so,” the hiker’s eyes had obviously taken into account the picnic blanket covering Sean’s body which stated pretty firmly how much shit they were actually in. Sean tried to put on a suitable expression for embarrassing rescue and slowly stood up, suddenly realising how many pinecones and rocks he had been screwing on by the way his back ached.
“ Thank you,” Viggo could charm the birds from the trees and the perversions out of the mind and was currently aiming it at the hiker. “ That’s very kind,”
“ Been here long?” said hiker was obviously trying to get certain scenes from his mind, which Viggo’s sale patter was certainly assisting with. Sean smiled in embarrassment and adjusted his kilt.
“ A few days,” Sean nodded towards the watery hazard. “ Fell in the river,” he offered as an explanation.
“ Oh right,” there was an element of relief in the hiker’s voice. “ trying to warm yourself up, eh?”
Sean blinked. Apparently rolling around on the ground and that sort of thing was fair enough if you were trying to warm yourself up, but he wasn’t complaining especially when the hiker – whose name apparently was Matt – offered him a pair of very old trousers he had in the back of his car which apparently he had always intended to throw out and never got around in doing.
“ This is very good of you,” Viggo was saying round the front of the car whilst Sean struggled into the jeans at the rear with the cover of the car acting as his changing ‘shield’ against the general public. “ Could we buy you a drink or a meal to thank you?”
Sean raised an eyebrow as he buckled his belt. If he had just seen two blokes involve themselves in somewhat sweaty outdoor sex, the last thing he would accept was an invitation to go out for a drink. Sure enough, there were no takers.
“ Thank you, but no. I have to get back home,” On the other hand, there wasn’t the ‘arrrrrghh’ factor in the hiker’s voice which was a bonus. “ Where do you want me to drop you off?”
“ The pub,” Sean felt this was a perfect place to get involved in the conversation. “ Please,”
Viggo gave him a startled look, then nodded his agreement. There was, after all, a perfect drinking hole in the nearest village which also had the benefit of a phone and a taxi firm. Okay, Sean wasn’t exactly clean or smelling like roses but hell, there was alcohol there. If anyone was sober enough to notice, they obviously weren’t getting the point of a pub.
Less than half an hour later they had a plate of chips, pints of beer and the warmth of a centrally heated pub slowly easing through their bones. Sean sighed in bliss and took a long swig of beer, feeling the drink ease through his body like a liquid orgasm. This was more like it. Sod the outdoors. Sod the need to get back to Nature. Nature was a damned awful host, and so said the entirety of his body.
Never again. Never again. Never-
“ Well, that was bracing,” Viggo commented. “ Perhaps we should try a smaller hill next time?”
And Sean just, just, by the skin of his teeth and the assistance of any god who was watching, managed not to kill him.
END
Chapter Four: The Trouble
Author: Foofy
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC17
Summary: Viggo seeks out revenge
Warning: This is almost wall to wall smut with naughty language included. If you are of an innocent mind and wish mind to remain like this, please venture no further.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is formed entirely of lies taped together with gaffer tape.
Archive: Any who wish to take
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Time appeared to have stopped. Of course the world was going on around them, the birds were singing, the bees were … well, if it was summer they would be buzzing, and buzzing their little hearts out no doubt. The clouds were floating past as though sailing on a sea populated by marshmallows and the wind was caressing the leaves of the trees with their silky if cold touches.
The world, however, could take a flying leap as far as Sean was concerned. He was going for a bit more excitement than the birds and the bees after all, what with Viggo this hot and bothered and, when it came down to it, looking damned sexy. The tiger had been grabbed by the tail and now there was the great and exciting debate on whether said tiger was going to attempt to flee or whether it was going to bite the hell out of the git who had grabbed it.
Yeah, it was definitely quite exciting to straddle an angry Viggo. Things like this never normally happened, Vig sneaky enough to avoid giving anyone else a sniff of his authority whilst still looking like the world’s largest teddy bear. Sean looked down at him with a smirk in his eyes and, less subtly, on his lips, and adjusted his grip on Viggo’s wrists. His entire weight had been used to pin down his lover knowing that one small slip could spell disaster, and he was keen to keep the wrists under his control and the disaster bothering someone else. Viggo’s breathing was still controlled but his muscles were tense, a glare in his eyes which didn’t normally turn up unless someone had left the lid off the toothpaste or eaten the last of the chips. Yeah, things were interesting. Very interesting.
“ So,” Sean whispered softly. “ guess the tables have turned,”
Viggo gave him a look normally reserved for the very annoying members of society. “ Sean. You have exactly five seconds to get off me and I might, just might, let you live,”
Sean raised an eyebrow. “ You really think that’s going to change my mind?”
“ No. Your sense of self preservation was going to change your mind. I’m just here to give it a firm shove with a hand,” the eyes narrowed a little more. “ Which, ironically, is what you’re about to get if you don’t get off me,”
“ That’s got about as much chance of happening as-“
The sentence didn’t have a chance of being finished as Viggo did as he had promised. A knee kicked back, striking Sean in the small of the back and knocking him off balance with a surprised noise. This attack was then accompanied by a firm push of Viggo’s body weight, finishing Sean’s brief reign as king of the jungle. However, Sean wasn’t about to take such things lying down, at least metaphorically speaking. His self preservation might be slow but it was certainly beginning to kick in and one thing it really wasn’t happy about was simply lying back and having a furious Viggo suddenly land on it.
On the other hand, it was clashing badly with Viggo’s desire to be on top. Seriously on top. So on top that mountain goats would have to look upwards at him. Sean pushed back with his hand but it wasn’t enough to stop Viggo’s strength and advantage point, the younger man’s wrist slamming to the floor. Sean swore to himself and bucked, managing to knock Viggo off enough that the attack on the other wrist failed but that really didn’t stop the fact that Viggo had one of Sean’s wrists already and was almost straddling his waist.
Sean bucked once more snarling, a blast of cold air suddenly stating the fact that the picnic blanket had given up on its new kilt job. However, neither snarl nor partial nudity registered on Viggo’s cold expression, eyes looking at him almost as unblinking as a lizard on a sunbathing rock.
“ Vig,” Sean’s growl had managed to form words when it was clear that simple glaring was as likely to work as a small Mongolian hamster successfully opening a fast food restaurant.
“ You wanted trouble, Sean. And now you have it.”
Sean sighed. That was the problem with Viggo. The angrier he got the politer he became, as though Hollywood had given him lessons in such things in its spare time. Okay, so there were a few other problems associated with certain Mr Mortensens but this was one of the more noticeable ones and the one immediately under his nose.
The hand tightened around Sean’s wrist a little more, emphasising Viggo’s point.
“ Yeah, but-,” Sean’s voice trailed away, not entirely certain what sort of trouble he had been after. Dramatic trouble, yes, but not the type of trouble that got him in a bad position. Lying on your back with Viggo straddling you with that particular look in his eye was definitely classified as unsuitable trouble and the type that would have gotten the censor’s knickers in a twist should it had been a film.
“ Yeah but…?” prompted Viggo softly, leaning forward and almost getting eye to eye with his captive. Sean narrowed his eyes as though it was a protective barrier and shifted his body weight. Or attempted to anyway; the Mortensen rule of captivation was obviously not allowing that, even if Sean still had control over his other hand.
“ This is hardly fair!” Sean complained as the first thing that could possibly finish that sentence. Okay so it made him sound like a five year old complaining about a lack of ice-cream, but at least it wasn’t that uncomfortable silence that screamed out the fact that the captive was completely baffled on how to proceed. Viggo laughed softly to himself, although Sean had heard laughs which were happier and had less of a toothy feel to them.
“ I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself,” he murmured. Sean raised an eyebrow. Fucking poetry again? There was a time and a place for poetry and now was really not it.
“ Good for you. Get off me,” Sean knew the struggle wasn’t going to achieve anything apart from the possibility of pulling his back out or the slim possibility of flopping the picnic blanket back to cover his nudity, but it was worth it simply for the dramatic effect.
“ No,”
Sean gave up on his struggle and eyed his captor thoughtfully. “ Why not?”
Viggo didn’t give an answer. However by the look in his eyes a response was certainly intended, which was why Sean wasn’t entirely shocked to discover Viggo’s other hand creeping through the tartan undergrowth that was the picnic blanket. No bloody wonder he wasn’t that interested in locking down Sean’s other wrist.
“ Hey!” he wriggled slightly but Viggo’s weight was skilfully plonked on him and the grip on his wrist was almost handcuff in its solidness. “ You have to be kidding me!”
Viggo didn’t reply, his hand gently but firmly moving in its task. Sean’s eyes narrowed even further, giving a large buck and shoving back at the other man with his free hand. If Viggo thought he was going to get the upper hand just because he was .. well, up then he had another thing coming. Unfortunately it was soon obvious that Viggo’s position had given him a better situation with which to judge Sean’s movements, the older man dodging backwards to avoid the attacking hand whilst also sticking to Sean’s body like a skilled rodeo rider to a horse. With a growl that Sean didn’t even know Viggo was able to do, the other man leant forward once more.
“ Behave,” there was a warning in the voice.
“ Or what?” Sean replied automatically, then cursed himself for asking one of the stupidest questions known to man. By the look on Viggo’s face obviously he was a little surprised over it as well, although he was soon to recover his equilibrium by the sudden additional pressure on Sean’s thighs. There was a hasty cough and Sean swiftly moved onto the next subject. “ Anyway it’s getting cold.”
“ Is it?” Viggo obviously had the hardy constitution of a bull elephant with the skin thickness to match. Sean opened his mouth to protest a little further when he was suddenly conscious of the gentle circling of Viggo’s hips; suddenly realising his mouth was still open Sean shut it with a little click and an incredulous look. The picnic blanket was holding its own against the gentle pressure but it was damned obvious it was only a matter of time before it would fail, the metaphorical gates against the door to door salesmen of Doom. The safety pin just wasn’t safe enough.
“ Vig,” he growled through his teeth. He wasn’t going to fall prey to this sort of thing, goddamn it. Just because there was the stirrings of heat in his groin was not a good excuse to throw caution and pride to the wind after all. Sean gave Viggo another good glare for effect. This was the glare of kings, of gods, of people with money and power. Okay, so the picnic blanket kilt was a slight setback on the validity of said glare, but the power was there.
Trouble was, Viggo obviously had his shields on maximum. His hips circled again with a little more pressure on exactly the right places, both a warning and a temptation. A delicious warmth began to creep into Sean’s lower body, his focus suddenly less on the cold and more on the fact that Viggo’s body was slowly putting more and more heat and pressure on his cock. The blanket had definitely given up on its protector role, the kilt pushed up so much it was now more of a tartan belt than anything, exposing him to anything Viggo had a mind to do.
That wasn’t exactly a happy thought.
“ Vig,” the growl was getting a little more desperate. Sean gave a shove to Viggo’s shoulder with his free hand but the power behind it was minimal and he soon had to give up. Viggo raised an eyebrow.
“ Hmmm?” it was almost a purr, Viggo’s mind on a job that certainly didn’t involve talking to Sean. His hips circled again slowly, deliberately brushing against every single sensitive spot Sean possessed without literally using a map. Sean groaned softly and angrily, still unwilling to simply give in.
“ Get off,” his voice was beginning to have a hint of the breathless to it.
“ No. I’m fucking annoyed with you, Sean,” The matter of fact tone in Viggo’s voice was a cause to worry. Viggo angry was as unusual as it was brief, ordinarily including a flash of sheer rage which was dangerous in itself if you were within a meter radius to him, followed by the most dangerous thing of all; a cold, intelligent and downright ruthless Mortensen out to make things ‘right’.
However, again pride stuck its head up like the idiot it was.
“ Call me crazy,” replied Sean dryly. “ but you seem to be the one on me,”
Viggo’s hips gave one little nudge further in encouragement then he leant forward to fix Sean with the steady gaze. It was the sort of gaze that grandmothers developed when their grandchildren had sticky fingers and were refusing to wash them.
“ You have been a little bastard from the word go on this trip,” his words were clear, neutral and precise. “ Now, I don’t like this situation any more than you do but this is our situation and we’re going to make the most of it and get a positive, warm experience. From this point there will be no arguing, no complaints, no scowling, no unnecessary swearing although I will grant you the occasional curse should you accidentally stand on a wasps nest, and no cheek. Or,” he smiled sweetly. “ I’m going to do bad things. Would you like me to demonstrate?”
There was a warm smile which failed to enter Viggo’s eyes, and the hips circled again a little harder.
“ Uh. That’s ok,” It was one thing to stand your ground. It was quite another to bite on the barrel of a gun and make rude gestures. Sean groaned involuntarily as Viggo slowly rotated his hips again, his eyes slowly closing before remembering they were supposed to be open and scowling. Sod it.
“ Good boy,” Viggo rewarded such behaviour with another roll of the hips. “ And now you’re going to say you’re sorry,”
That managed to get a reaction. Sean lifted his gaze to look at him incredulously, his eyes narrowing once more. There was a polite pause as they decided to work out which way the world was going to lean, then Sean growled an apology. Viggo smiled again.
“ Didn’t hear you,” his voice was a purr. Sean snarled and pressed upwards but a hand pressed on his chest and shoved him backwards again, the younger man’s back landing on the ground with a ‘thump’. Viggo leant over him once more and rotated his hips, slowly, deliberately. Green eyes stared upwards in a mixture of fury and desire-that-couldn’t-be-admitted-under-pain-of-ARRGGGGGGHHH!
“ Viggo, for fuck’s sake stop doing that!!” Sean almost howled it as Viggo’s hips pressed down on places that didn’t need the encouragement.
“ It’s your own fault. Apologise,” Viggo was unrepentant.
“ Bastard!!” Sean squirmed further.
“ Now, I know you come from a little country but even there I’m sure ‘bastard’ is not known as an apology.” Viggo paused and grinned a little more. “ Unless Orli has a point about the Northern bastard thing,”
Sean groaned weakly as the older man rotated his hips once more, Viggo leaning down to the extent that his breath was warm on Sean’s throat. He nipped at the younger man’s throat with his teeth as Sean groaned again, a weak protest against the God of Lust.
“ Okay, fine,” the groan managed to form words. “ I’m sorry, ok?”
“ Needs work,” Viggo murmured, dipping his head once more to nuzzle at Sean’s throat like a tiger feasting on a fresh kill. His hand crept between his own body and the man he straddled, running his palm over hot and aching flesh. Sean arched his back with a groan and cursed even louder, ruder and using words that weren’t exactly in the English language.
“ Sorry!” he howled into the cold air.
Viggo smirked to himself. “ For what?” he probed with his questions and, for that matter, his hand which dipped between trembling thighs to brush against his captive’s balls. His mouth nuzzled against Sean’s ear. “ Tell me what you’re sorry for, Sean,” he breathed. “ Make me believe it,”
The hand slowly stroked over Sean’s trembling body, every so often sliding over soft quivering inner thigh before once again moving to play with the blonde’s balls and a teasing finger backwards, a gentle brush across the man’s entrance which caused Sean to buck upwards with another gasp.
“ Stuff,” groaned Sean. “ C’mon, Viggo you can go a little faster than that,”
“ Yeah, I know,” Viggo was still unrepentant, his hand slowing its movements down even more. Sean hissed a curse and closed his eyes, trying not to think about it. However it was damned difficult to ignore a probing finger, especially when the very tip of the finger was just pressing against the heat of his body. Sean snarled again then gave a massive buck to try and dislodge Viggo’s hold over his body. It almost worked. Having focused his attention on the slow, deliberate movements that were designed to torture Sean’s body with choice ‘highlights’ of pleasure, Viggo hadn’t been completely ready against any minor escape attempts.
Of course, ‘almost worked’ wasn’t the same as ‘worked’. With a bitten back comment of his own, Viggo slammed his weight down. His hand removed itself from Sean’s private regions and reemployed itself against Sean’s shoulder, forcing him back onto the ground with a power that wasn’t pissing around in the slightest.
“ Bad boy,” Viggo growled. It took a great deal to get Viggo to growl. Sean would have been more impressed with himself if it wasn’t for the fact that said growling Viggo was currently leaning over him with a gleam in his eye that was almost feral. That, after all, was a little scarier than he had bargained for. Hell, even Dracula would have issues with that.
“ This isn’t fair,” Sean grumbled, giving up once more.
“ That, my dear Sean, is the whole fucking point,” The swearing gave another good indication that Viggo was officially Fucked Off. There was another shove at his shoulder that, whilst not painful as such, was a definite display of power and illustrative of the superior position that Viggo was currently enjoying like the utter bastard he was. “ You want me to stop?”
Sean grumbled. It was a good grumble. It was a fine grumble. It was the grumble-ist of grumbles but it still didn’t manage to stop the nagging fact that Sean really didn’t want Viggo to stop. Stop fucking about and do something, yes. Halt and desist, no. However, that was not something he wanted to announce to the general population of Viggosville, despite the little memos that his traitorous body kept sending him.
There was a knowing noise from Viggo. “ Thought so,” he said softly.
“ This doesn’t change anything,” Sean advised, his voice hitching as Viggo’s hand slowly wandered back to the work that it had been so rudely interrupted from. The knowing noise turned into a snort of amusement.
“ Your complete and utter surrender? No, I guess it doesn’t,” he agreed. “ Spread your legs a little more, there’s a good boy,”
“ Piss off,” groaned Sean as Viggo’s hand slowly caressed his lower regions once again as though he was playing around with stress balls without the annoying bell jingle. However, his voice was not the most persuasive on the market, mostly because it was a little smarter than his stubborn pride.
“ Let me think about that.” Viggo licked a long lazy path up Sean’s neck to his ear. “ No. Spread your legs,”
Sean stared at him for a moment angrily, then finally growled and slowly spread his legs a little more. Viggo’s weight moved momentarily to allow him but just as quickly it was back to anchor him to the cold floor.
“ Good boy. Now, you still need to give me a decent apology,” Viggo pointed out as his fingers slowly drifted back to their mining expedition within the Mountain of Bean. Sean’s growl hitched as slowly, delicately, one finger slowly slid into the heat past the muscle that had so briefly objected to the entry. The growl slowly moved into unsteady breaths, the distant look in Sean’s green-grey eyes increasing as the finger increased its mining potential and delved into places that even James T Kirk might have difficulties venturing into.
Sean’s breathing hitched again as the finger delicately flicked within him, a burst of pleasure blossoming inside him then gradually spreading throughout his body. He could feel the steady increase of heat within his groin, a heat that both burned and itched with need to get more action than Viggo was currently providing. Gasping, the captive blonde squirmed again, trying to get the contact his body craved and the finger to brush against the bundle of nerves it had already discovered.
Viggo smirked to himself but had stopped insisting on the apology. Sean could feel the other man’s hardened length pressed against him and felt he could probably give a damned good guess as to why the taunting had ceased. It was a hell of a lot easier to taunt someone when you weren’t almost bursting with need yourself, and by the way Viggo’s fingers kept rhythmically clenching over his wrist every so often it was a little too clear that the older man too was feeling the strain.
A slow, dangerous grin crept over Sean’s face. Well, when in Rome, fuck like the Romans.
“ God, yes,” he groaned a little more, his head slowly tipping back and a look of sheer pleasure crossing his face which was part acting, part truth. Obviously this was hitting the kink buttons of the Man They Liked to Call Mortensen, who gave a growl of his own and introduced another finger to the mining expedition. Sean hissed in genuine sensation and tried to rotate his hips to get the fingers working a little more. However, they were actually doing quite well by themselves, a corkscrewing motion slowly building up to stretch and tease and tempt and do completely unspeakable things in areas that should be considered an area of Natural Beauty and Conservation.
Okay, sod this. Torture was not supposed to be on the cards. Or at least it was supposed to be on someone else’s cards anyway.
“ Vig,” Sean’s voice was ragged and as rough as though someone had paid it full attention with a piece of sandpaper. “ Whatever I’m supposed to apologise for, you got it. Swearing, grumpiness, that time I called you an arrogant know it all bastard -,”
“ – you never did call me an arrogant know it all bastard,” Viggo frowned at him in honest bafflement.
“ Well, not to your face, no, but I’m sorry anyway. And I’m sorry for making your car even more broken than it was before, and I’m sorry for stealing your cheese and making fun of your fondness for light pink, and I’m sorry for .. uh… ,” Sean had to think. “ … not cleaning the bathroom without threats of castration being involved and I’m sorry for something else I haven’t done yet,”
There was a pause of mutual heavy breathing. The fingers curled a little more inside Sean, prying, gently testing everywhere for amusing reactions whilst Viggo’s hips pressed against Sean’s groin and occasionally his stomach when the little nudge went Too Far.
“ So,” gasped Sean. “ .. do I pass the apology stage?”
Viggo chuckled breathlessly. “ This isn’t a game, Sean. You don’t get points on how well you do things,”
“ Ah, but points mean prizes and – uh!,” Sean’s head tipped back again as the fingers suddenly increased in number and twisted once more. The uh was a sincere one, almost reaching back to that first Primeval Uh of Uhness. Sean groaned softly and tried to form a growl which really wasn’t getting out of its metaphorical bed.
Thankfully Viggo was fluent in weak growling. His hand finally released Sean’s now sore wrist and slowly unfastened his own trousers, grey-blue gaze staring steadily at the younger man underneath him. Sean licked his bottom lip and swallowed, watching in the very real hope that Viggo had finally decided to move onto Stage Two. Or Three. Or whatever the damned next stage was.
“ You do anything that I seriously dislike again,” Viggo said softly. “ and you’re in some serious shit. Are we clear?”
“ Clear,” Sean attempted a nod which managed to get a pine-cone almost in his ear. Viggo flicked the offending piece of outdoor accessory away and smiled at him.
“ See? You’re not as suicidal as we thought,” he pressed a kiss to Sean’s mouth and began to move. However, upwards. Sean stared at him incredulously as fingers retreated and the weight began to lift.
“ Whoa, whoa, whoa, where the fuck d’you think you’re going?” he protested. Viggo looked baffled for a moment, then waved a hand towards the bags.
“ Lube?” his voice held the slightest amount of sarcasm. Sean growled and grabbed hold of Viggo’s arm, giving him a tug back.
“ Fuck lube! Get on with it man before I …,” he hesitated. “ .. do something!”
Viggo raised an eyebrow dubiously, the hesitation a little too clear in his eyes. Sean growled inwardly. For all his pissed offness and strength and general In Command Status, Viggo was very cautious when it came to preparing people properly. This was a miner who always wore a helmet and had the right equipment before he ventured forth, after all.
“ Vig,” Sean said steadily. “ Just do it.” There was another pause, followed by a groan of realisation. “ And now you’ve got me sounding like a 90’s advert for trainers. Thanks a bunch,”
There was an amused laugh then finally the feel of Viggo’s weight started to shift once more in a welcome trend downwards. Sean sighed in relief and allowed his head to slowly tip back as finally, finally, Viggo nudged Sean’s legs apart a little further and positioned himself. For a moment Sean had a horrible feeling Viggo was about to start making speeches again but, after a minor hesitation, the game began once more. Sean bit his lip hard to resist making any noise as slowly, smoothly, Viggo’s not inconsiderable length slid into him. Prepared he might have been but without any form of lube to ease the passage the lip was bitten progressively harder and harder as his body stretched to accommodate the intruder with serious bursts of objections.
“ Good boy,” Viggo’s murmur was almost lost in the breathless gasps as he pushed in slowly and steadily, which, as all good schoolchildren knew, won the race. Or at least won the kinky battle anyway which really shouldn’t be appearing in a schoolyard near you. Sean grinned but the power of speech had completely deserted him against the tide of sheer sensation and burning need to get on with it. He pressed back against the older man, trying to increase the speed that Viggo was moving at but obviously there had been speed laws passed behind the scenes somewhere and Viggo was stubbornly refusing to break them being the law abiding git that he was.
However, even the law abiding gits had their limits. Slowly, gradually but with increasing strength Viggo began to move, his hands tight on Sean’s hips as he thrust in. The speed slowly – slowly – increased, the power beginning to rock Sean against the hard floor but he really didn’t notice, didn’t care that the forest floor was starting to dig into his back as Viggo’s thrusts entered the world of pounding. His growl intermixed with Viggo’s, panting, desperate, each thrusting towards their completion. Sean’s hand was outstretched, his fingers slowly digging into the cold earth as he gasped in time with Viggo’s movements within him.
With Viggo’s hand finally on his erection, Sean realised that the chance he was going to last for any length of time was a wishful thought that was unlikely to ever take a breath of reality. His arousal treated to the very best in Viggo’s attention, and with more rough handling than even an episode of Top Gear could manage Sean had to bite back his cry as he finally reached his climax. On the other hand Viggo’s ability to remain calm was completely shattered as Sean’s body clenched and shuddered around him, the sound of the older man’s own completion enough to make a few nearby birds take to the air. Sean chuckled to himself breathlessly, and gave him a satisfied if tired grin as Viggo flopped to lie beside him.
“ You know,” he murmured, finally adjusting his kilt to something that actually covered his parts. “ I like your versions of discipline. It’s certainly … better…. than….,”
“ Better than what?” asked Viggo lazily, looking towards Sean as the end of the sentence failed to appear. However, Sean wasn’t looking at him. Viggo followed the horrified stare and paused as he took in the frozen expression of the hiker who was on the outskirts of their clearing.
There was a long, long pause.
“ Ah,” Viggo said finally, adjusting his clothing to properly greet visitors. “ Hello,”
The walker stared at Viggo with the wild eyed look of a deer in the headlights of car. “ Hi,”
“ We were involved in an accident and were walking back to civilisation. Is there any chance you would be able to give us a lift back into town?” Viggo gave him a friendly smile as he stood from the ground. Sean slowly sat up beside him, his eyes wary on the newcomer. Viggo, being Viggo, looked as though they had been interrupted from nothing but a loud book discussion, the ease evident in his voice.
“ Uh. I guess so,” the hiker’s eyes had obviously taken into account the picnic blanket covering Sean’s body which stated pretty firmly how much shit they were actually in. Sean tried to put on a suitable expression for embarrassing rescue and slowly stood up, suddenly realising how many pinecones and rocks he had been screwing on by the way his back ached.
“ Thank you,” Viggo could charm the birds from the trees and the perversions out of the mind and was currently aiming it at the hiker. “ That’s very kind,”
“ Been here long?” said hiker was obviously trying to get certain scenes from his mind, which Viggo’s sale patter was certainly assisting with. Sean smiled in embarrassment and adjusted his kilt.
“ A few days,” Sean nodded towards the watery hazard. “ Fell in the river,” he offered as an explanation.
“ Oh right,” there was an element of relief in the hiker’s voice. “ trying to warm yourself up, eh?”
Sean blinked. Apparently rolling around on the ground and that sort of thing was fair enough if you were trying to warm yourself up, but he wasn’t complaining especially when the hiker – whose name apparently was Matt – offered him a pair of very old trousers he had in the back of his car which apparently he had always intended to throw out and never got around in doing.
“ This is very good of you,” Viggo was saying round the front of the car whilst Sean struggled into the jeans at the rear with the cover of the car acting as his changing ‘shield’ against the general public. “ Could we buy you a drink or a meal to thank you?”
Sean raised an eyebrow as he buckled his belt. If he had just seen two blokes involve themselves in somewhat sweaty outdoor sex, the last thing he would accept was an invitation to go out for a drink. Sure enough, there were no takers.
“ Thank you, but no. I have to get back home,” On the other hand, there wasn’t the ‘arrrrrghh’ factor in the hiker’s voice which was a bonus. “ Where do you want me to drop you off?”
“ The pub,” Sean felt this was a perfect place to get involved in the conversation. “ Please,”
Viggo gave him a startled look, then nodded his agreement. There was, after all, a perfect drinking hole in the nearest village which also had the benefit of a phone and a taxi firm. Okay, Sean wasn’t exactly clean or smelling like roses but hell, there was alcohol there. If anyone was sober enough to notice, they obviously weren’t getting the point of a pub.
Less than half an hour later they had a plate of chips, pints of beer and the warmth of a centrally heated pub slowly easing through their bones. Sean sighed in bliss and took a long swig of beer, feeling the drink ease through his body like a liquid orgasm. This was more like it. Sod the outdoors. Sod the need to get back to Nature. Nature was a damned awful host, and so said the entirety of his body.
Never again. Never again. Never-
“ Well, that was bracing,” Viggo commented. “ Perhaps we should try a smaller hill next time?”
And Sean just, just, by the skin of his teeth and the assistance of any god who was watching, managed not to kill him.
END
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Date: 2006-10-29 07:11 pm (UTC)I love it. Truly! *grin*
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Date: 2006-10-29 10:50 pm (UTC)Or thats what the squirrels want you to believe... wahahahaha!
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