Change of State
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Title : Change of State, a birthday fic
Pairing : Sean/Viggo/lab_jazz
Rating : NC17
Authors :
mooms(Viggo/lab_jazz)
andgovi20(Sean)
lab_jazzTitle : Change of State, a birthday fic
Pairing : Sean/Viggo/lab_jazz
Rating : NC17
Authors :
mooms(Viggo/lab_jazz)and
govi20(Sean) ~Lab_jazz~
I stretch, cat-like as I awake to the dawn of a new birthday, feeling the ache in my limbs, feeling the slight crack of joints, feeling my age, feeling…………????????
This feels different. I have changed. This is not my body.
Not daring to open my eyes, I run my hands experimentally over my chest. My breasts are gone and instead I encounter hard planes of muscle and a slight furring of hair. I touch my nipples, which are still there and if anything more sensitive than before.
Tentatively, I move one hand down my encouragingly flat stomach and crisp pubic hair and gasp as it meets an engorged cock, ready for its morning piss, a need, which has become urgent.
I jump out of bed and head for the bathroom finding that I instinctively flip the seat up and stand to pee, one hand braced against the wall, directing a satisfying stream against the porcelain.
“Shit,” I say to myself, as I shake the last drops off my dick, “this is fun”.
I wash my hands, looking in the mirror as I do. I see the face of a man, maybe in his late thirties, although the fine lines around the eyes suggest that perhaps he is older and exceptionally well-preserved. The face is angular and unusual, with a deep cleft in the chiselled chin, fuzzed with early morning stubble.
The eyes are deep and penetrating, full of experience, wisdom and passion, but with an underlying sadness.
The face is beautiful and oh so familiar to me, as I stretch out a finger and trace the image in the mirror.
On this birthday morning, I have woken up in a strange hotel room, God knows where and I have also woken up, still me, but in Viggo’s body !!
~Sean~
I wake early, knowing somewhere in the back of my mind there’s something nice today. And then I remember Viggo being here. He should have arrived at his London hotel yesterday night. I can’t wait to call him and I won’t. It’s the best way to get over his jetlag I decide.
So I pick up the phone and call his – for once luxury – hotel, and let them put me through to his room. He picks up almost immediately, so he was already awake. He sounds scratchy though and somehow distant.
“Vig?, Sean here. How are you mate? You sound knackered! Jetlag?”
“Erm.. oh hi Sean. Yes, kind of...”
"It's good to have you here. And I do hope you pack your things tomorrow and come and stay with me. I'll even let you mess in my kitchen if you want to."
"Yeah.. if you're sure."
“Listen, I have to go to the studio, almost all day and evening, but I won’t have to get there till eleven. How about I grab a shower, pick you up and we have a nice breakfast somewhere?”
There’s a long silence on the other end of the line. Well, that’s nothing unusual talking to Viggo. He’s weird sometimes, but the best and closest friend I have, even though we only manage to see each other a few times a year.
“Vig, are you still there?”
“Yes Sean, but I was thinking.. why don’t you get your arse over here and we have breakfast here, I can order room-service. I’ve read how much you like hotels, so..”
“You’ve read??? Fuck Vig, you really need a rest I think. Well perhaps it is better if I come there, so you can take a nap when I am gone. I expect to show you around the next days, and you need to be awake then. So I’ll see you soon.”
“ Okay Sean, see ya.”
“And Vig, I want a big breakfast, let’s get our veins well and truly clogged, mate!”
~Lab_jazz~
Oh my God!
My heart is thudding wildly against my ribs.
Sean Bean! I was just speaking to Sean Bean and now he is hauling his delectable arse over here to have breakfast with me and he thinks he’ll be breakfasting with his best mate, Viggo.
I quickly shower, too excited and agitated to indulge in playing with my new body and decide on leaving the manly stubble, as I am not sure I am ready to try shaving my face yet and don’t relish the thought of meeting Sean, covered in sticking plasters. I imagine that Viggo finds negotiating that cleft in his chin somewhat tricky and he has had years of practice.
Now, what to wear? Fortunately, Viggo travels pretty light, so there’s not a lot of choice. Well there are jeans, of course and a couple of tees, neither of which strikes me as particularly clean, but, of course, that’s Viggo. There are boxers, which, to my relief, do seem clean, so maybe all those VigBean fics, where he goes commando are wrong?
Shit! I sit on the bed and try to process the fact that from Sean’s tone on the ‘phone, he and Vig are “just good friends” after all. I don’t know how I am going to deal with meeting Sean and having to keep my hands off him, let alone how I am going to hide the fact that it’s me, inhabiting Viggo’s body. I wonder if Viggo is in my body at the moment, doing the laundry and chores and preparing vegetarian meals for the family, in between reading slash on the internet.
But no, he would still be Viggo in his head, just as I am me. I wonder if he is as confused as I am, and I wish I had looked after my body a little better. Now that the early morning aches have subsided, I am aware that Viggo’s body is very lithe and practically vibrates with energy.
I spring up and pace nervously, starting guiltily as there is a loud and confident rapping on the door and a very familiar voice shouts,
“Come on, yer lazy bastard an’ let me in!”
I swallow, take a deep breath and open the door.
“Sean!”
~Sean~
Luckily there’s not much traffic this morning and I arrive at the hotel in a short time. I knock a nice drum on the door and shout at him to let me in. He opens the door, seemingly a bit restrained. He’s tanned, making his eyes look very blue.
I pull him into a big hug, but I can feel he’s tense. I am about to ask what’s the matter when I feel his hard on pressing at my hip. A bit embarrassed I let him go. He must have been watching one of those porn channels they offer here. I don’t even want to think about any other option.
We talk about our kids and our latest projects, and he’s more relaxed now. I notice he’s not very fond of the last film he’s made, he’s talking almost reluctantly about it. But then again it could be the jetlag still kicking in.
He does seem genuinely happy to see me now, his eyes never leaving my face, and when I let my eyes slide down I see he’s still very happy to see me down there too. Fuck, what’s wrong with him? Breakfast I decide. Perhaps it’s his sugar level that needs to be satisfied.
“So Vig, shall we order breakfast then? What do you want?”
“Haven’t though about it yet. What will you have?”
“Well you’re in England now mate. How about a real nice English breakfast? That’s what I am having ; bacon and eggs, beans on toast, sausages. I might even order some black pudding!”
I flinch when I see the look on his face. He seems horrified, looking at me with disgust.
“Bacon and sausages? Fried eggs? Are you crazy Sean? Do you know how these animals must suffer for your stupid breakfast? And do you ever think about all that fat and cholesterol you’re consuming? I won’t let you order something like that!”
I am so surprised I can only stare at him, until I find my voice back.
“Since when are you a vegetarian? And like you’re taking care.. I saw you drinking bourbon at seven in the morning, remember? I am goin’ to order what I like and you try to stop me!”
“You do that and I’ll whip your arse Sean,” he says and I just stare at him.
~Lab_jazz~
As soon as the door opens, Sean grabs me and pulls me into a hug and to my confusion and embarrassment, my body reacts to his immediately and I experience the new sensation of my cock swelling.
I can tell that he has noticed, as he steps away from me pretty quickly and starts talking about his girls and his latest project. As he talks, I can’t take my eyes off him and my desire for him grows, as does my now uncomfortable erection. Now he is asking me about my last project and I know that I am struggling to say anything remotely intelligent, as I try to will my hard cock down.
It crosses my mind that it really is no wonder men find it so difficult to think rationally in this condition. That quote about God giving men a penis and a brain, but only enough blood to run one at a time is right.
But suddenly he’s talking about breakfast and it is as if a bucket of water has been thrown over me. I feel a cold anger, as he suggests ordering animal products, both because of my vegetarian convictions and because of his total disregard for his health and well-being.
I realize that I am shouting at him, when his anger flares and he shouts back, and sexy though he is like that, I find myself threatening him and fixing him with the hardest look I can muster. Of course, as I am looking through Viggo’s eyes, that is a pretty hard look and I can see that he is taken aback.
He doesn’t give in, though, but heads to pick up the ‘phone from the bedside table to call room service. Snarling, I find myself running after him, grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him face down on the bed.
Encouraged by, and thoroughly enjoying, my unaccustomed strength, I jump on his legs and straddle him. I have surprised him and knocked the breath out of him, but he will soon recover and fight back and I am not confident that I can beat him, so I must act quickly.
I reach my hand under him and unbutton his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down and then I pause in awe, as the sacred arse is revealed to me in all its glory.
~Sean~
I just can’t believe he said that, but when I see the look in his eyes I realise he means it. Well, Viggo is pretty tough, but I am not allowing myself to be afraid of him! So I walk to the table and pick up the phone, determined to order eggs with double bacon.
Then he jumps on me, grabs me and throws me face down on the bed, and climbs on top of me. Fuck : I’d forgotten how quick he is. He caught me by surprise and I have to catch my breath for a moment, before I am ready to kill the bastard.
To my astonishment he reaches behind me and somehow gets my jeans open and pulled down, together with my boxers and we both fall silent. When I fully realize what he did I feel myself blushing from head to... well to my exposed arse.
I am no prude, have shown my arse in several movies without caring much, but this is somewhat different. I am still blushing, so I don’t look up at him, but manage to choke out some words.
“Viggo, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
His voice sounds almost dreamy, as he lets his hand slide over my cheeks.
“I did warn you Sean, I told you I would whip your arse.”
I don’t like this at all, even though I must confess the stroking doesn’t feel too bad. I pull myself together and look over my shoulder at him.
“You’ve had your fun, now get the fuck off me, or I’ll show you whose arse is at stake here!”
~Lab_jazz~
Actually having my hands on Sean’s arse makes me almost dizzy with lust, as I run my fingers over his satin skin, pale at first, but now suffused with a faint and charming blush.
It is tempting to take a bite, but then he twists to look at me and tell me to get off him and instead, I am unable to resist leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto his very startled lips.
Then I surprise myself even more by yanking his tee shirt up over his head and twisting it to tie his hands. I have certainly got Viggo’s quickness of reflexes and manual dexterity.
Sean growls at me and bucks his body upwards to try and throw me off and I notice that he has a pretty well-developed erection, in spite of his protests.
Determined to make the most of this unique opportunity and still angry with him, I whip off my brown leather belt and leaning back, bring it down across Sean’s exposed buttocks with a loud crack.
“Fuck !” he shouts and follows that up with a string of filthy accusations, covering Viggo’s parentage, sexual preferences and personal hygiene, as my arm rises and falls, each blow of the belt leaving a red welt on Sean’s backside.
After six blows, I throw the belt to the floor and leave Sean, to run into the bathroom and bring back a bottle of the hotel’s complementary body lotion.
I half expect that he will have freed his hands, rolled off the bed and will meet me with both fists flying, but he is still there, lying prone, his back heaving as he gasps for breath and his face buried in the bed.
Part of me feels regret at the red marks marring that perfect arse, but my main feeling is one of elation, excitement and sexual arousal.
I part Sean’s legs and kneel between them, pouring the cool lotion onto his skin and gently massaging it in, soothing the burning pain I have caused. Feeling bolder, I trickle some lotion into the cleft of his buttocks and let my finger massage his puckered entrance, as I lick the sweat, which has pooled in the small of his back and follow his spine up to the top, where I nip him playfully .
My voice is husky, as I say,
“Sean, I want you !”
~Sean~
Instead of releasing me he presses a kiss on my lips and before I know it he pulls my shirt over my head, immobilizing my hands by tying them up. To my embarrassment I am starting to get really hard and I know this his gone far enough.
I arch my back and buck up to try and throw him off, but he rides me like one of his wild horses. I ease myself down, my now rock hard erection pressing into the mattress. I wince when I hear the whooshing sound of leather floating through the air and his belt lands on my arse with a blow.
It stings like hell and I shout, cursing him and the whole Mortensen clan. A volley of blows hits my arse and even though it hurts, my cock certainly doesn’t seem to care and is only getting harder. I must be mad!
I feel him climb of me and the bed, and I know I can free myself now and abuse his arse for a change, but I don’t. He’s going to the bathroom and I have a fairly good idea what for. I hope, if I am honest to myself.
He comes back and starts rubbing soothing lotion over the burning welts. I hold my breath when I feel the cool lotion dripping inside my cleft. Then his finger slips in, circling and massaging and he starts licking his way up my back. It feels brilliant and I can hardly suppress a groan.
I hear him saying : “Sean, I want you!”
With a voice I hardly recognize as mine I hear myself saying: “Then do it!” , spread my legs and press myself deeper into the mattress, wanting more friction for my throbbing cock. His hands on my hips, he pulls me onto my knees. I can’t help but tense a little when his finger pushes in carefully, but his stroking hands make me relax again.
It feels so strange, but so very good.
~Lab_jazz~
“Then do it,” Sean says, giving me permission to continue and my body shudders with the supreme effort of self control, as I resist the urge to simply thrust myself into him, without any further hesitation.
Taking a deep breath, I pull him onto his knees and position him. Thank goodness I have read so much slash fiction, so I know exactly how to proceed, as I push the first finger into him, pausing and stroking him as his body tenses and whispering soothing words to him.
At this point, Viggo would probably be uttering endearments in Spanish, or even singing to him, but I just say whatever comes into my head and as he relaxes a little, I add another finger and curl them, in search of his prostate.
To my delight, I locate it easily and I am rewarded as Sean yells loudly and thrusts his arse back at me. This is too much and I guide my pulsating cock to his opening and start to push in, slowly, but resolutely.
When I am fully seated, I grip his hips with Viggo’s strong hands and start to move, slowly at first, then picking up the rhythm.
Sean begins to beg me to go harder and faster and I need no further encouragement, luxuriating in his velvet heat, feeling his body writhe beneath me, his arse pushing back and meeting every thrust.
I feel exultant as I experience my first male orgasm, the feeling of hot spunk shooting deep into Sean, his cry as he also comes hard, without me even touching his cock.
Putting my head on his back, I rest awhile, then, still feeling dizzy, I pull out, roll to the side and take the weight off him.
He rolls too, so that he is looking at me and I suddenly feel shy, lowering my eyes to see the sticky mess beneath him.
I stroke his face gently and say, ”Oh Sean that was so amazing. But just look what we’ve done to the Doona ! And I do hope I didn’t hurt your arse too much. I’m really sorry.”
I hurry to free his hands, ready to take the consequences of my actions, but he doesn’t seem angry with me now, more…….surprised ?…..puzzled ? And his green eyes are searching my face intently.
~Sean~
It gets even better when he adds another finger and curls it inside me. Bright sparks appear behind my closed eyes, my body jerks and I can’t help crying out. I need more and I lose my control completely - pushing back at his fingers – too turned on to be ashamed.
This can’t be his first time, he seems to know exactly what to do as he gets a hold of my hips firmly and pushes in all the way. It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure, but in no time pleasure prevails and I am begging him shamelessly to give me more, harder, faster.
Who would have thought it would feel like this, so good, better than every woman I’ve ever had. When I feel him pushing in even deeper, filling me, I come too, harder then I can remember.. Our cries fill the room and he collapses on my back.
Still panting he finally rolls off me, and I do the same, looking at him. Strangely enough I feel no shame or regret, I just feel wonderful. But he seems determined to avoid my eyes and that gets me nervous. His voice is soft when he finally looks up, strokes my face and speaks to me.
”Oh Sean that was so amazing. But just look what we’ve done to the Doona ! And I do hope I didn’t hurt your arse too much. I’m really sorry.”
“Doona??? And arse...??
I look him straight in the eye and there’s something just not right. I can see he’s not too comfortable with me looking that way at him and suddenly a thought hits me. I sit straight up and grab his shoulder.
“What the fuck is this? You’re not Viggo! Who are you?”
”What are you talking about Sean?, he says, but I can see he’s bluffing.
“Doona and arse, look I don’t know who you are, but you better start talking or you’re be suffering from more than a belt on your arse!”
~Lab_jazz~
Now I am fucked as thoroughly as Sean !
Of course, Viggo would say “ass” and what I call a Doona, he would call a duvet or something. Sean is certainly sharp !
How the hell do I explain this ? Better just to come clean, I think and tell him, however weird it sounds.
So I sit on the bed, naked, still wearing Viggo’s body with Sean Bean, wincing as he pulls his jeans and boxers back over his sore arse, lying there and listening to me, as I pour out the unlikely story of how I, a middle -aged Australian housewife woke up on my birthday in Viggo’s body.
When I get to the part about how I just couldn’t keep my hands off him and how I had the urge to punish him for his careless attitude to his health, I burst into tears and Sean pulls me into his arms, soothing me and rocking me like a baby.
He looks thoughtful, when I tell him about VigBean and how it just seems so right, but he doesn’t say anything and eventually, exhausted and overwhelmed, I find myself falling asleep in his arms.
When I wake, I am back in my own body, in Perth, in my bed, in my house and I really wonder if this was all a weird dream. In case it wasn’t, I go and find the family, to check exactly what crap Viggo fed them, when he was me. The old régime is back and they need to know it !
~Viggo~
I wake up, naked in a hotel room, in the arms of Sean bean, my very good mate !
Now this would ordinarily seem strange, but the last time I woke up, it was in a woman’s body and I turned out to be in Australia. I know I have the reputation of being as mad as an Orli fan girl, but I swear that this really happened.
I am not sure how my body got to be on a bed like this with Sean, but if truth were told, it is where I have wanted to be for a long time, if only Sean weren’t so straight. Right now, though I can’t wait to wake Sean and tell him what happened to me.
I shake his shoulder and he opens his amazing green eyes and looks hard into mine.
“Viggo ?” he says and I start to ramble excitedly, trying to tell him what an interesting experience I have had.
To my surprise and delight, he shuts me up by grabbing my face with both hands and Kissing me thoroughly and satisfyingly.
Being naked, I can’t exactly hide my body’s reaction to this, but Sean doesn’t seem to mind, judging by the matching reaction poking its one eye out of the top of his open jeans.
“You don’t have to tell me, Vig, he tells me. “I know and I now know a few more things too !”
~Sean~
It’s an incredible story he/she tells me, but I somehow feel it's the truth. When she comes to the part of how she had the urge to punish me, because of my bad habits, as she calls them, she cries. I am not very good with crying men, but I remember she’s really a woman, so I hold her and comfort her, like I would with one of my girls crying.
Besides, it’s not that bad holding Vig’s body close to me. To be honest, it felt great having sex, and I wouldn’t mind trying it with the real Vig, but then I’ll have to fly to Perth and fuck a middle-aged Australian housewife, as she calls herself.
Then she tells me about VigBean, how there are so many women enjoy reading about that and just the fact she’s wearing Vig’s body keeps me from blushing. Who would have thought things like that going around in the brains of decent women?
I am trying to think of a way to get the real Vig back, but she’s tired from crying and falls asleep in my arms, her soft breath lulling me into sleep too. The next thing I know someone is shaking my shoulders. I open my eyes and when I look in his face sharply I know this time it’s the real Viggo looking at me.
He starts off immediately, telling me about his “in a women’s body experience”, but I already know, so I just grab his face and kiss him hard. I can feel his erection pressing against my jeans clad leg - after all he’s still naked – and I reach out to stroke him. He starts pressing me down on the bed, but I stop him.
“I am still sore mate, this time I’ll top,” I say and he turns over willingly.
Pretty soon we are both moaning, our bodies grinding, when I suddenly remember.
“Vig, that’s terrible!”
“What is Sean? You’re not having second thoughts, I hope?”
“No: I forgot to congratulate lab_jazz on her birthday!”
“Well tough titties, as she would say, Sean. Come here and fuck me.”
I stretch, cat-like as I awake to the dawn of a new birthday, feeling the ache in my limbs, feeling the slight crack of joints, feeling my age, feeling…………????????
This feels different. I have changed. This is not my body.
Not daring to open my eyes, I run my hands experimentally over my chest. My breasts are gone and instead I encounter hard planes of muscle and a slight furring of hair. I touch my nipples, which are still there and if anything more sensitive than before.
Tentatively, I move one hand down my encouragingly flat stomach and crisp pubic hair and gasp as it meets an engorged cock, ready for its morning piss, a need, which has become urgent.
I jump out of bed and head for the bathroom finding that I instinctively flip the seat up and stand to pee, one hand braced against the wall, directing a satisfying stream against the porcelain.
“Shit,” I say to myself, as I shake the last drops off my dick, “this is fun”.
I wash my hands, looking in the mirror as I do. I see the face of a man, maybe in his late thirties, although the fine lines around the eyes suggest that perhaps he is older and exceptionally well-preserved. The face is angular and unusual, with a deep cleft in the chiselled chin, fuzzed with early morning stubble.
The eyes are deep and penetrating, full of experience, wisdom and passion, but with an underlying sadness.
The face is beautiful and oh so familiar to me, as I stretch out a finger and trace the image in the mirror.
On this birthday morning, I have woken up in a strange hotel room, God knows where and I have also woken up, still me, but in Viggo’s body !!
~Sean~
I wake early, knowing somewhere in the back of my mind there’s something nice today. And then I remember Viggo being here. He should have arrived at his London hotel yesterday night. I can’t wait to call him and I won’t. It’s the best way to get over his jetlag I decide.
So I pick up the phone and call his – for once luxury – hotel, and let them put me through to his room. He picks up almost immediately, so he was already awake. He sounds scratchy though and somehow distant.
“Vig?, Sean here. How are you mate? You sound knackered! Jetlag?”
“Erm.. oh hi Sean. Yes, kind of...”
"It's good to have you here. And I do hope you pack your things tomorrow and come and stay with me. I'll even let you mess in my kitchen if you want to."
"Yeah.. if you're sure."
“Listen, I have to go to the studio, almost all day and evening, but I won’t have to get there till eleven. How about I grab a shower, pick you up and we have a nice breakfast somewhere?”
There’s a long silence on the other end of the line. Well, that’s nothing unusual talking to Viggo. He’s weird sometimes, but the best and closest friend I have, even though we only manage to see each other a few times a year.
“Vig, are you still there?”
“Yes Sean, but I was thinking.. why don’t you get your arse over here and we have breakfast here, I can order room-service. I’ve read how much you like hotels, so..”
“You’ve read??? Fuck Vig, you really need a rest I think. Well perhaps it is better if I come there, so you can take a nap when I am gone. I expect to show you around the next days, and you need to be awake then. So I’ll see you soon.”
“ Okay Sean, see ya.”
“And Vig, I want a big breakfast, let’s get our veins well and truly clogged, mate!”
~Lab_jazz~
Oh my God!
My heart is thudding wildly against my ribs.
Sean Bean! I was just speaking to Sean Bean and now he is hauling his delectable arse over here to have breakfast with me and he thinks he’ll be breakfasting with his best mate, Viggo.
I quickly shower, too excited and agitated to indulge in playing with my new body and decide on leaving the manly stubble, as I am not sure I am ready to try shaving my face yet and don’t relish the thought of meeting Sean, covered in sticking plasters. I imagine that Viggo finds negotiating that cleft in his chin somewhat tricky and he has had years of practice.
Now, what to wear? Fortunately, Viggo travels pretty light, so there’s not a lot of choice. Well there are jeans, of course and a couple of tees, neither of which strikes me as particularly clean, but, of course, that’s Viggo. There are boxers, which, to my relief, do seem clean, so maybe all those VigBean fics, where he goes commando are wrong?
Shit! I sit on the bed and try to process the fact that from Sean’s tone on the ‘phone, he and Vig are “just good friends” after all. I don’t know how I am going to deal with meeting Sean and having to keep my hands off him, let alone how I am going to hide the fact that it’s me, inhabiting Viggo’s body. I wonder if Viggo is in my body at the moment, doing the laundry and chores and preparing vegetarian meals for the family, in between reading slash on the internet.
But no, he would still be Viggo in his head, just as I am me. I wonder if he is as confused as I am, and I wish I had looked after my body a little better. Now that the early morning aches have subsided, I am aware that Viggo’s body is very lithe and practically vibrates with energy.
I spring up and pace nervously, starting guiltily as there is a loud and confident rapping on the door and a very familiar voice shouts,
“Come on, yer lazy bastard an’ let me in!”
I swallow, take a deep breath and open the door.
“Sean!”
~Sean~
Luckily there’s not much traffic this morning and I arrive at the hotel in a short time. I knock a nice drum on the door and shout at him to let me in. He opens the door, seemingly a bit restrained. He’s tanned, making his eyes look very blue.
I pull him into a big hug, but I can feel he’s tense. I am about to ask what’s the matter when I feel his hard on pressing at my hip. A bit embarrassed I let him go. He must have been watching one of those porn channels they offer here. I don’t even want to think about any other option.
We talk about our kids and our latest projects, and he’s more relaxed now. I notice he’s not very fond of the last film he’s made, he’s talking almost reluctantly about it. But then again it could be the jetlag still kicking in.
He does seem genuinely happy to see me now, his eyes never leaving my face, and when I let my eyes slide down I see he’s still very happy to see me down there too. Fuck, what’s wrong with him? Breakfast I decide. Perhaps it’s his sugar level that needs to be satisfied.
“So Vig, shall we order breakfast then? What do you want?”
“Haven’t though about it yet. What will you have?”
“Well you’re in England now mate. How about a real nice English breakfast? That’s what I am having ; bacon and eggs, beans on toast, sausages. I might even order some black pudding!”
I flinch when I see the look on his face. He seems horrified, looking at me with disgust.
“Bacon and sausages? Fried eggs? Are you crazy Sean? Do you know how these animals must suffer for your stupid breakfast? And do you ever think about all that fat and cholesterol you’re consuming? I won’t let you order something like that!”
I am so surprised I can only stare at him, until I find my voice back.
“Since when are you a vegetarian? And like you’re taking care.. I saw you drinking bourbon at seven in the morning, remember? I am goin’ to order what I like and you try to stop me!”
“You do that and I’ll whip your arse Sean,” he says and I just stare at him.
~Lab_jazz~
As soon as the door opens, Sean grabs me and pulls me into a hug and to my confusion and embarrassment, my body reacts to his immediately and I experience the new sensation of my cock swelling.
I can tell that he has noticed, as he steps away from me pretty quickly and starts talking about his girls and his latest project. As he talks, I can’t take my eyes off him and my desire for him grows, as does my now uncomfortable erection. Now he is asking me about my last project and I know that I am struggling to say anything remotely intelligent, as I try to will my hard cock down.
It crosses my mind that it really is no wonder men find it so difficult to think rationally in this condition. That quote about God giving men a penis and a brain, but only enough blood to run one at a time is right.
But suddenly he’s talking about breakfast and it is as if a bucket of water has been thrown over me. I feel a cold anger, as he suggests ordering animal products, both because of my vegetarian convictions and because of his total disregard for his health and well-being.
I realize that I am shouting at him, when his anger flares and he shouts back, and sexy though he is like that, I find myself threatening him and fixing him with the hardest look I can muster. Of course, as I am looking through Viggo’s eyes, that is a pretty hard look and I can see that he is taken aback.
He doesn’t give in, though, but heads to pick up the ‘phone from the bedside table to call room service. Snarling, I find myself running after him, grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him face down on the bed.
Encouraged by, and thoroughly enjoying, my unaccustomed strength, I jump on his legs and straddle him. I have surprised him and knocked the breath out of him, but he will soon recover and fight back and I am not confident that I can beat him, so I must act quickly.
I reach my hand under him and unbutton his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down and then I pause in awe, as the sacred arse is revealed to me in all its glory.
~Sean~
I just can’t believe he said that, but when I see the look in his eyes I realise he means it. Well, Viggo is pretty tough, but I am not allowing myself to be afraid of him! So I walk to the table and pick up the phone, determined to order eggs with double bacon.
Then he jumps on me, grabs me and throws me face down on the bed, and climbs on top of me. Fuck : I’d forgotten how quick he is. He caught me by surprise and I have to catch my breath for a moment, before I am ready to kill the bastard.
To my astonishment he reaches behind me and somehow gets my jeans open and pulled down, together with my boxers and we both fall silent. When I fully realize what he did I feel myself blushing from head to... well to my exposed arse.
I am no prude, have shown my arse in several movies without caring much, but this is somewhat different. I am still blushing, so I don’t look up at him, but manage to choke out some words.
“Viggo, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
His voice sounds almost dreamy, as he lets his hand slide over my cheeks.
“I did warn you Sean, I told you I would whip your arse.”
I don’t like this at all, even though I must confess the stroking doesn’t feel too bad. I pull myself together and look over my shoulder at him.
“You’ve had your fun, now get the fuck off me, or I’ll show you whose arse is at stake here!”
~Lab_jazz~
Actually having my hands on Sean’s arse makes me almost dizzy with lust, as I run my fingers over his satin skin, pale at first, but now suffused with a faint and charming blush.
It is tempting to take a bite, but then he twists to look at me and tell me to get off him and instead, I am unable to resist leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto his very startled lips.
Then I surprise myself even more by yanking his tee shirt up over his head and twisting it to tie his hands. I have certainly got Viggo’s quickness of reflexes and manual dexterity.
Sean growls at me and bucks his body upwards to try and throw me off and I notice that he has a pretty well-developed erection, in spite of his protests.
Determined to make the most of this unique opportunity and still angry with him, I whip off my brown leather belt and leaning back, bring it down across Sean’s exposed buttocks with a loud crack.
“Fuck !” he shouts and follows that up with a string of filthy accusations, covering Viggo’s parentage, sexual preferences and personal hygiene, as my arm rises and falls, each blow of the belt leaving a red welt on Sean’s backside.
After six blows, I throw the belt to the floor and leave Sean, to run into the bathroom and bring back a bottle of the hotel’s complementary body lotion.
I half expect that he will have freed his hands, rolled off the bed and will meet me with both fists flying, but he is still there, lying prone, his back heaving as he gasps for breath and his face buried in the bed.
Part of me feels regret at the red marks marring that perfect arse, but my main feeling is one of elation, excitement and sexual arousal.
I part Sean’s legs and kneel between them, pouring the cool lotion onto his skin and gently massaging it in, soothing the burning pain I have caused. Feeling bolder, I trickle some lotion into the cleft of his buttocks and let my finger massage his puckered entrance, as I lick the sweat, which has pooled in the small of his back and follow his spine up to the top, where I nip him playfully .
My voice is husky, as I say,
“Sean, I want you !”
~Sean~
Instead of releasing me he presses a kiss on my lips and before I know it he pulls my shirt over my head, immobilizing my hands by tying them up. To my embarrassment I am starting to get really hard and I know this his gone far enough.
I arch my back and buck up to try and throw him off, but he rides me like one of his wild horses. I ease myself down, my now rock hard erection pressing into the mattress. I wince when I hear the whooshing sound of leather floating through the air and his belt lands on my arse with a blow.
It stings like hell and I shout, cursing him and the whole Mortensen clan. A volley of blows hits my arse and even though it hurts, my cock certainly doesn’t seem to care and is only getting harder. I must be mad!
I feel him climb of me and the bed, and I know I can free myself now and abuse his arse for a change, but I don’t. He’s going to the bathroom and I have a fairly good idea what for. I hope, if I am honest to myself.
He comes back and starts rubbing soothing lotion over the burning welts. I hold my breath when I feel the cool lotion dripping inside my cleft. Then his finger slips in, circling and massaging and he starts licking his way up my back. It feels brilliant and I can hardly suppress a groan.
I hear him saying : “Sean, I want you!”
With a voice I hardly recognize as mine I hear myself saying: “Then do it!” , spread my legs and press myself deeper into the mattress, wanting more friction for my throbbing cock. His hands on my hips, he pulls me onto my knees. I can’t help but tense a little when his finger pushes in carefully, but his stroking hands make me relax again.
It feels so strange, but so very good.
~Lab_jazz~
“Then do it,” Sean says, giving me permission to continue and my body shudders with the supreme effort of self control, as I resist the urge to simply thrust myself into him, without any further hesitation.
Taking a deep breath, I pull him onto his knees and position him. Thank goodness I have read so much slash fiction, so I know exactly how to proceed, as I push the first finger into him, pausing and stroking him as his body tenses and whispering soothing words to him.
At this point, Viggo would probably be uttering endearments in Spanish, or even singing to him, but I just say whatever comes into my head and as he relaxes a little, I add another finger and curl them, in search of his prostate.
To my delight, I locate it easily and I am rewarded as Sean yells loudly and thrusts his arse back at me. This is too much and I guide my pulsating cock to his opening and start to push in, slowly, but resolutely.
When I am fully seated, I grip his hips with Viggo’s strong hands and start to move, slowly at first, then picking up the rhythm.
Sean begins to beg me to go harder and faster and I need no further encouragement, luxuriating in his velvet heat, feeling his body writhe beneath me, his arse pushing back and meeting every thrust.
I feel exultant as I experience my first male orgasm, the feeling of hot spunk shooting deep into Sean, his cry as he also comes hard, without me even touching his cock.
Putting my head on his back, I rest awhile, then, still feeling dizzy, I pull out, roll to the side and take the weight off him.
He rolls too, so that he is looking at me and I suddenly feel shy, lowering my eyes to see the sticky mess beneath him.
I stroke his face gently and say, ”Oh Sean that was so amazing. But just look what we’ve done to the Doona ! And I do hope I didn’t hurt your arse too much. I’m really sorry.”
I hurry to free his hands, ready to take the consequences of my actions, but he doesn’t seem angry with me now, more…….surprised ?…..puzzled ? And his green eyes are searching my face intently.
~Sean~
It gets even better when he adds another finger and curls it inside me. Bright sparks appear behind my closed eyes, my body jerks and I can’t help crying out. I need more and I lose my control completely - pushing back at his fingers – too turned on to be ashamed.
This can’t be his first time, he seems to know exactly what to do as he gets a hold of my hips firmly and pushes in all the way. It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure, but in no time pleasure prevails and I am begging him shamelessly to give me more, harder, faster.
Who would have thought it would feel like this, so good, better than every woman I’ve ever had. When I feel him pushing in even deeper, filling me, I come too, harder then I can remember.. Our cries fill the room and he collapses on my back.
Still panting he finally rolls off me, and I do the same, looking at him. Strangely enough I feel no shame or regret, I just feel wonderful. But he seems determined to avoid my eyes and that gets me nervous. His voice is soft when he finally looks up, strokes my face and speaks to me.
”Oh Sean that was so amazing. But just look what we’ve done to the Doona ! And I do hope I didn’t hurt your arse too much. I’m really sorry.”
“Doona??? And arse...??
I look him straight in the eye and there’s something just not right. I can see he’s not too comfortable with me looking that way at him and suddenly a thought hits me. I sit straight up and grab his shoulder.
“What the fuck is this? You’re not Viggo! Who are you?”
”What are you talking about Sean?, he says, but I can see he’s bluffing.
“Doona and arse, look I don’t know who you are, but you better start talking or you’re be suffering from more than a belt on your arse!”
~Lab_jazz~
Now I am fucked as thoroughly as Sean !
Of course, Viggo would say “ass” and what I call a Doona, he would call a duvet or something. Sean is certainly sharp !
How the hell do I explain this ? Better just to come clean, I think and tell him, however weird it sounds.
So I sit on the bed, naked, still wearing Viggo’s body with Sean Bean, wincing as he pulls his jeans and boxers back over his sore arse, lying there and listening to me, as I pour out the unlikely story of how I, a middle -aged Australian housewife woke up on my birthday in Viggo’s body.
When I get to the part about how I just couldn’t keep my hands off him and how I had the urge to punish him for his careless attitude to his health, I burst into tears and Sean pulls me into his arms, soothing me and rocking me like a baby.
He looks thoughtful, when I tell him about VigBean and how it just seems so right, but he doesn’t say anything and eventually, exhausted and overwhelmed, I find myself falling asleep in his arms.
When I wake, I am back in my own body, in Perth, in my bed, in my house and I really wonder if this was all a weird dream. In case it wasn’t, I go and find the family, to check exactly what crap Viggo fed them, when he was me. The old régime is back and they need to know it !
~Viggo~
I wake up, naked in a hotel room, in the arms of Sean bean, my very good mate !
Now this would ordinarily seem strange, but the last time I woke up, it was in a woman’s body and I turned out to be in Australia. I know I have the reputation of being as mad as an Orli fan girl, but I swear that this really happened.
I am not sure how my body got to be on a bed like this with Sean, but if truth were told, it is where I have wanted to be for a long time, if only Sean weren’t so straight. Right now, though I can’t wait to wake Sean and tell him what happened to me.
I shake his shoulder and he opens his amazing green eyes and looks hard into mine.
“Viggo ?” he says and I start to ramble excitedly, trying to tell him what an interesting experience I have had.
To my surprise and delight, he shuts me up by grabbing my face with both hands and Kissing me thoroughly and satisfyingly.
Being naked, I can’t exactly hide my body’s reaction to this, but Sean doesn’t seem to mind, judging by the matching reaction poking its one eye out of the top of his open jeans.
“You don’t have to tell me, Vig, he tells me. “I know and I now know a few more things too !”
~Sean~
It’s an incredible story he/she tells me, but I somehow feel it's the truth. When she comes to the part of how she had the urge to punish me, because of my bad habits, as she calls them, she cries. I am not very good with crying men, but I remember she’s really a woman, so I hold her and comfort her, like I would with one of my girls crying.
Besides, it’s not that bad holding Vig’s body close to me. To be honest, it felt great having sex, and I wouldn’t mind trying it with the real Vig, but then I’ll have to fly to Perth and fuck a middle-aged Australian housewife, as she calls herself.
Then she tells me about VigBean, how there are so many women enjoy reading about that and just the fact she’s wearing Vig’s body keeps me from blushing. Who would have thought things like that going around in the brains of decent women?
I am trying to think of a way to get the real Vig back, but she’s tired from crying and falls asleep in my arms, her soft breath lulling me into sleep too. The next thing I know someone is shaking my shoulders. I open my eyes and when I look in his face sharply I know this time it’s the real Viggo looking at me.
He starts off immediately, telling me about his “in a women’s body experience”, but I already know, so I just grab his face and kiss him hard. I can feel his erection pressing against my jeans clad leg - after all he’s still naked – and I reach out to stroke him. He starts pressing me down on the bed, but I stop him.
“I am still sore mate, this time I’ll top,” I say and he turns over willingly.
Pretty soon we are both moaning, our bodies grinding, when I suddenly remember.
“Vig, that’s terrible!”
“What is Sean? You’re not having second thoughts, I hope?”
“No: I forgot to congratulate lab_jazz on her birthday!”
“Well tough titties, as she would say, Sean. Come here and fuck me.”
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Date: 2006-11-07 10:53 am (UTC)Who indeed!!!!
What a happy, happy birthday present - hope Labjazz enjoyed her out-of-body-experience as much as I did reading it.
Wonderful work, ladies!!
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