Keys - a vigbean by shegollum - 28/?
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rugbytackle ETA:Please forgive me. When I posted Ch 28 of Keys, I screwed up and brought over an incorrect version (one save too early). I just fixed it. The only change is the very last paragraph but it is significant. Sorry about that. Thought I'd C&P'd the right version.
One more chapter before I head off on vacation for a week or so. I want to thank you guys at RT for always being so welcoming and supportive. Should have said that a long time ago, I think! I really hope you enjoy this one.
~shegollum
Title: Keys – Chapter 28/?
Author: Shegollum
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: NC-17 over the long haul
Disclaimer: I do not know these people in any way, shape or form and everything depicted herein is simply a product of my imagination.
Warnings: M/M. Angst over the long haul but all will end in a happy place
IT IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ THE WARNING BEHIND THE CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As revealed in recent chapters, this story deals with descriptions of rape, including childhood sexual abuse. It broke my heart to write and might break your heart to read. Please understand that I in no way take this subject lightly and treat it with all seriousness, respect and sympathy for those who’ve endured it. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF THIS TOPIC IS TOO MUCH!
A/N: The Keys are one of my favorite places and I’ve been there many times and at a number of times of the year. I’m going to play a bit of the tourist and throw in some local color and augment it with some pictures. All of the chapters will be behind cuts and picture sizes will be relatively small.
Also, I like to have Sean use “ye” in some of his speech but when I use “you” that is not a mistake. I ‘hear’ him saying it differently based on his emphasis.
Summary: Viggo is a sun- and rum-soaked artist in the Florida Keys who has a very strict routine dedicated to all that is non-routine. Sean is a man in need of a break who has ventured as far as he can from everything he knows as ‘normal’. Key West is a small island where losing one’s mind is highly encouraged and a badge of honor.
The room was stunning. Overpoweringly new and different and special in a way that threatened to make Sean’s heart stop. The furniture was all dark, rich mahogany and filled the space with a sense of simple but almost decadent comfort. An exquisitely beautiful four poster bed backed up against the white shuttered windows.
He realized as he looked that he’d never seen those shutters open before; he’d never seen sunlight in this room. And then Viggo was ducking under his arm to take a look at his face, grinning nervously as he measured Sean’s reaction and he forgot about the faraway daylight in favor of the luminosity within arm’s reach. Blue eyes met green ones that were wide with astonishment and Viggo’s smile turned into a relieved chuckle. Sean could only shake his head as he tried to gather his thoughts.
A bit unnerved, Viggo started explaining. “It may be too much. I kinda went overboard – but it just seemed so perfect. So the bed…that’s what I saw first and I knew it was right. Masculine and special…and it just made me think of you.
"I told them I wanted it just the way it was so I- we- got the nightstands and lamps and everything. It’s a little girly right now with all the pillows and stuff but I figured we could take care of that with a little extra testosterone.”
Sean was beginning to look like he wanted to swallow him whole.
“I know I was making a big assumption – hell, it was more of a big wish back then - but it was for you and even if—you know, even if you couldn’t put up with everything – I wanted what we had for as long as we had it to be right. And you made me want to be different than I was before. So the old bed and all that went with it had to go.”
Sean moved closer and Viggo readied himself for a kiss, happy and relieved that Sean liked their new space.
But Sean didn’t stop at a simple hug or kiss. He grasped his lover’s ass firmly in his big hands and lifted him, making Viggo wrap his long legs around his waist as the Englishman kissed him deeply, his mouth fierce and commanding. He carried him the few steps to their bed where he dropped him into the lushness and the girly pillows with a laugh. Hurriedly pushing the excess cushions aside, he straddled his lover and didn’t stop kissing him until Viggo was beginning to feel dizzy. The whole time, he had his hand between Viggo’s legs as he solidly and sensually squeezed and stroked him through his shorts.
“Ah, Sean… yes… I want you so much…zhhhhh, God…so good…”
“I’ve never…Christ, please, Vig, please, more…never had anyone buy me a bed to get me into one before.”
They laughed through their kisses until they forgot what was funny and then there was nothing but the feeling of tongues and lips and hands against a cheek or jaw line or throat for a long time. They were eager for much more yet not entirely willing to rush these first moments. They were finally where they were meant to be - here, now, and forever in love - and they savored it.
Sean kept his fingers threaded through Viggo’s hair as he pushed it back from his forehead. His mouth followed his hand as he laid a trail of worshipful kisses from where the base of his thumb grazed an eyebrow to the end of his smallest finger at the top of Viggo’s ear. Every kiss brought a sound from his lover and at each whisper or moan, he paused half a breath before the next kiss to roll the sound around in his head.
Viggo gave himself over to the blissful cocoon between the deep and luxurious bedding and the green-eyed beauty of his lover. This was sex as an escalation of desire; not as a barricade to memories or a test of strength. It was just him and Sean and there was nowhere else to be and nothing to worry about. Instead, it was all about pulling that mouth back to his own and tilting his hips up to rub their cocks together to hear the groan and see Sean throw his head back. He heard his name whispered in the accent he never wanted to hear from anyone else’s mouth and he thrust harder, kissing and teasing and finally pushing his hands under Sean’s shirt and shoving it upward.
“Get the fuck out of this, would you?”
Sean laughed against his mouth and somehow pulled the annoying garment off over his head and then pushed his shorts down his legs with what seemed like only a second where he wasn’t kissing Viggo, which made him laugh.
“Can you keep doing that while I undress, Sean?” Viggo was chuckling against Sean’s mouth, his hands clenching the muscles of his strong upper back.
The other man took his time, growling an answer that wasn’t even close to a word and tilting his head to nip his way back into Viggo’s mouth for a hungry kiss full of an honest desire Viggo’d never felt before.
“No, too much to see and touch, Viggo. Please, let me undress ye.”
Viggo gave him a soft smile. “You’ve seen me before, Sean. Many times.”
“That makes ye no less special. You’re more special, love. Kneel up for me and let me have me way just this once, yeah?”
With a shake of his head, Viggo reached to touch Sean’s chin and cheek, stealing a long, leisurely kiss before shifting and kneeling before him.
Sean’s eyes sparkled as he started unbuttoning his lover’s worn shirt. “The first time I saw ye, ye wore a shirt like this and the only thing that made me stop staring at it was how striking and funny ye were. I didn’t know what I felt then. But I did know that I did not like your taste in shirts.”
“Hmmm. Better get it off me then.”
“Yeah.”
Sean pushed it back off his shoulder, holding it just closed enough that the soft material slid teasingly over Viggo’s nipples before he let it fall. Without allowing time for even a sigh of his name, Sean took Viggo’s mouth again, his hands skidding from his shoulders to the small of his back and then into his shorts, pushing them down so that he could cup the curves he wanted without the fabric in the way.
“Viggo, I love ye so much. I love ye so much. You’re such a fighter…and you’re fearless… You’re mine.”
The Englishman dropped lower, his tongue sliding in a wicked and random pattern down Viggo’s chest – a flick here and a lick there and a long suck right in that exact spot that looked hungry for it.
“Sean… oh God, Sean…”
Viggo’s head dropped back and he instinctively pushed his hips forward as Sean finally touched his cock, toying at the head with lips and teeth. The Englishman had found a game to play and he wanted to continue - but first he sought more of the inspiring and erotic sounds that fell from his lover’s mouth.
“Ye like that, love, do ye?”
“Yes,” Viggo replied hoarsely, leaning forward and running his hands through Sean’s hair lovingly. “Yeah. Enough that I’m not going to let you stop,” he teased, tightening his grip in the other man’s hair.
“Who said anything about stopping?” Sean kissed one hipbone, slowing licking a lazy spiral that moved closer and closer toward Viggo’s groin.
"Sean..."
Switching his attention to the other hip, Sean kissed and sucked until a purple mark formed, feeling Viggo writhe against him at the touch. He jerked his hips forward and away as Sean ran a fingernail down the length of his hardness.
“Tease.”
“Whot, Vig? Did ye need me for something?” Sean stopped and looked up, wide-eyed innocence contradicted by the sparkle in his eye and the tip of his lover’s erection in his mouth. “Or can I go back to fucking about with your cock?”
“Please,” Viggo said after a moment allowed for a drawn-out hiss. He thrust gently forward, trying to push just a little way into Sean’s mouth and barely able to restrain himself. “Please, Sean, suck me.”
The Englishman pulled away. “Just a second, love. Have to sneeze.” He sat up a little, making quite a show of almost having to sneeze. Viggo frowned at him for a moment, then smirked and finally moved, backpedaling across the bed on his knees.
Sean looked alarmed.
“Wait! I were just playing. Get back here.”
“No, it’s okay. If you’re getting sick or something-“
“I’m not sick! I were playing, I said!”
“You sure? ‘Cause I can just go take care of this myself.” Viggo started stroking his cock, not playing at it, but pumping hard and fast, wanting Sean to see how much he’d made him want it. He dropped forward on one arm, keeping his body twisted to be sure Sean saw every move.
Let him suffer a little fucking bit, he thought to himself with a laugh.
“Don’t ye dare, Viggo.”
“Feels fuckin’ good, Sean.” Blue eyes narrowed, then closed uncontrollably and Sean moved quickly, closing the space between them and pulling Viggo down on top of him. They both moaned loudly as their cocks slid together, both of them wet with their own anticipation.
Viggo attacked him this time, pinning Sean’s hands above his head, their fingers twined together as he rubbed his body up and down against him, starting fast on each stroke and then lingering at the end before starting again. He finally broke away from his kisses, unable to stop gasping at the eroticism not only of the feeling but also at the sight of the rugged beauty of the man beneath him.
“Stop, Viggo. Please stop. Make love to me. Please. In our bed. Please, love.”
“Oh God, Sean.” Viggo stopped moving, slowly stopped, his body fighting against his brain. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“I want ye to make me feel better, love.”
They shared a passionate kiss and Viggo whispered in his ear. “I think you should take me. I’d love it and it’s not a huge transition, if you know what I mean.”
He could feel Sean’s grin against his cheek.
“Maybe I want a huge transition.” Sean’s words were interspersed here and there with uncontrollable movements of his hips that made him arch his back and hiss with pleasure as he looked at Viggo through lust-narrowed eyes. “Fuck, Viggo. We’ve done all but this. I think I’m transitioning just fine. I want ye to make love to me. To show me what it’s like.”
Viggo rolled away just a bit, bracing himself on one elbow. Surprised, Sean mimicked his position and met his gaze.
“You’re all right? I thought- you still want this, yeah?”
Viggo smiled softly and kissed him. “More than anything. But I think maybe you want me to fuck you because you worry that you taking me might be scary or bad because of what happened way back then. I guess I just want to say that’s not a problem. Not for a long time. And it wouldn’t be with you anyway. I know it.
“But you know what’s funny? I don’t want to make love to you like that yet, Sean. I mean I want to. God damn, I want to. But not yet, okay? Not after all I’ve told you about how horrifying it can be. I- I know it’s all different but I don’t want those memories to be anywhere around – not for either of us – when we do that, okay? Is that all right?”
Sean shook his head. “You’re a beautiful man, Viggo. You’re a mean man, too,” he teased. “Withholding sexual favors and whatnot, but still I love ye. Show me how to love ye because I want to do it for the rest of me life and we’ve lost too much time already.”
“Okay, okay. But I’m not giving up my rights forever, got it?”
“Got it.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When Sean finally slid into Viggo’s willing and needy body, it was familiar in some ways and yet completely different. All that mattered was that it was Viggo and that was what brought tears to his eyes. He was unable – unwilling - to move for a long and timeless moment when his lover’s body first accepted him and he gently pushed all the way in, hearing his name moaned beneath him. He trembled and leaned forward, bracing himself on his arms and letting his head fall to rest between Viggo’s sweat-beaded shoulders.
“God, God…God, Viggo…I …ye are more than anything…anyone…”
“I love you, Sean,” Viggo whispered, beginning to roll his hips, rocking back against the solid strength of his lover, gasping at the feeling of Sean’s cock all the way in him and the feel of the soft hair brushing against his skin with every flex of his muscles.
Sean’s body and mind instinctively drove together to meet the same need. He allowed his widespread fingers to squeeze the taught muscles of his lover’s ass as he pulled out and pushed in, again and again until his strokes were more sure and he’d found an angle that made Viggo respond with harsh gasps and groans and that unguarded sound that gave his heart away.
“Sean…baby…more…just like that…yeah…oh God…oh God…”
He couldn’t have stopped. Sean couldn’t have slowed his body or applied any of the finesse he’d learned over the years no matter how much he might have wanted to for his lover. With teeth-clenched cries, he thrust harder and harder and his fingers dug deeper and deeper and he came with a riot of sensations that wasn’t quite complete until he heard the sweet gift of his name rolling out of Viggo’s throat as his lover was swept away in his own climax.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It was the feeling of Viggo nipping at his side that woke him and with a laugh and a kiss, Sean let himself be pulled on top of him to make love again. This time they were face to face and he made Viggo lay as still as he could as he explored, shushing him and reminding him to be patient. He wanted to learn all these new things about how to make Viggo need him the most and how to please him completely. Whatever it might take to hear Viggo murmur decadent words or pull him closer and deeper or even make him stop whatever brought about those sensual feelings to connect via a long, needy kiss was what he wanted to do.
But finally Viggo insisted, and Sean was inside him again, more in love even than before. He watched Viggo bite at his lip and he soothed it with his own tongue, he heard him beg for more and he gave it to him in deeper thrusts and matching strokes of his lover’s hard and thick cock, he welcomed the arch of his throat and bit, hungrily kissing and licking to mend the marks he left.
When they came this time, it was together and he collapsed against his lover, losing himself in a long kiss that brought tears to his eyes.
These moments were perfect and he wanted to gather them and hold them forever. He thought it and realized at once that the madman was changing him even more - those types of ideas didn't normally float around in his head - and he couldn't have been happier.
He kissed Viggo's cheek again, stifling a yawn as he teasingly complained. “Why the bloody hell did you make me wait so long, ye bastard?” Viggo's answering giggle mixed with the drug like exhaustion that followed sex lulled him back into a deep sleep sprawled half across his lover.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Ow. Sean! Ouch, godammit!”
“You’re like bloody Velcro, ye hairy beast!”
“You’re the one who fell asleep on me before you cleaned up.”
“Well, I forgot ye were a rug.”
“Complaining already?”
“No, you bloody fool, but I have to- ”
“Ouch! Well, go! And when you come back, bring the first aid kit, since you’ve ripped half my chest hair out!”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“I love the furniture and the room, Vig,” Sean whispered when he snuggled back into bed. “And I love you more.” He kissed his lover’s ear and curled his fingers into his chest hair, tugging at it playfully. “And I don’t think we did ye any lasting damage.”
Viggo pulled him closer, happier than he would have ever imagined the simple touch of a lover’s cheek pressed against his chest could have made him. He kissed the top of Sean’s head and pulled even tighter still, both arms wrapped around him now.
“I’m really glad you like it ‘cause I don’t think they’ll take it back now that it's been road-tested,” he laughed.
He knew Sean smiled in return; he felt it against his skin.
“I left a space over there in the corner. Did you notice? I had them take the old armoire. I thought maybe if you wanted, we could get a desk for you and put it there so you could work on your book when you’re here.” He almost held his breath before his next words. “When you come to visit. You know, when you’re not back home in London.”
He felt Sean’s body tighten and go still and then he felt him pull away.
“Go take a shower, Viggo. I’ll make tea and coffee. Then meet me in the kitchen.”
Viggo started to respond and Sean stopped him with a wave of his hand, not looking back at him. “Just do it. Then you’re making toast while I fetch me own shower and then we’re talking, ye bloody fool.”
“Sean-“
“Go, Viggo. Just go.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The Cuban toast was untouched but they were on their second round of coffee and tea before a word was really said. Viggo had tried a time or two but Sean had either glared at him or told him he didn’t feel like talking to him yet, but by the end of his second cup, he was beginning to look across the table at his lover and shake his head. Finally he was grinning and then outright smiling. Viggo looked more and more confused.
“I’ve fallen in love with a man who’s stupid,” Sean said, laughing.
Viggo’s eyes widened and the other man indulged in their blue-green beauty for a moment, recalling seawater and the sky that followed storms.
“I have! You’re not very bright. Or ye don’t love me.”
“Sean! God, how can you say that? You know-“
“Shush, love. Shush, I’m only teasing.” Sean reached across the table for his hand, squeezing it tightly in his own. “But this ye need to know. Like it or not, this is our house. And in London, we have another house. We share them both. Do ye understand?” He leaned forward to pull Viggo closer across the table, kissing him over the top of it. “I want only for us to be together and I don’t care where it is. But I want to fall asleep with ye and then wake up with ye. And in between, I want to fight and talk and make love and read and drink and cook and sit under the Banyan tree and make love and learn how to develop film and- everything. Just everything, ye bloody fool! I want to do it all with you and I want it starting now.”
Viggo stood and walked to the counter, keeping his back to Sean.
Not again. God, don’t let him withdraw again. I can’t reach him- I need to reach him. “
“Viggo? It’s what ye want as well, isn’t it? Good God, love. Please…”
The other man turned at once. His eyes were brimming with tears but there a look of calm happiness on his face. “You said ‘make love’ twice.”
“Whot?” Sean’s brow was furrowed in confusion.
“You put wanting to make love in your list twice. People have only ever wanted to fuck me but ever since I’ve known you, our times have been about making love, no matter how we say it. That means something.
"And I do want all of it with you, Sean. I want to know you’re with me. Nothing else matters. But I wasn’t sure…I don’t really know how to ask.”
Crossing the kitchen quickly, Sean had him in his arms before Viggo’s last word was said.
“Ye don’t have to ask. We just have to agree, love. I want to be here and I want ye to be at home with me in London, too. Do ye want those things?”
“Yeah, Sean. I do.” Viggo tucked his face into the crook between Sean’s neck and shoulder and Sean felt the wetness on his face as he brought his hand up to run it soothingly through his lover's hair.
“You’re my love, Viggo. Don’t forget that.”
He felt a nod and then he heard words said with a new, quiet certainty that he would remember forever. “I won't forget ever again, Sean. I am yours.”
One more chapter before I head off on vacation for a week or so. I want to thank you guys at RT for always being so welcoming and supportive. Should have said that a long time ago, I think! I really hope you enjoy this one.
~shegollum
Title: Keys – Chapter 28/?
Author: Shegollum
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: NC-17 over the long haul
Disclaimer: I do not know these people in any way, shape or form and everything depicted herein is simply a product of my imagination.
Warnings: M/M. Angst over the long haul but all will end in a happy place
IT IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ THE WARNING BEHIND THE CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As revealed in recent chapters, this story deals with descriptions of rape, including childhood sexual abuse. It broke my heart to write and might break your heart to read. Please understand that I in no way take this subject lightly and treat it with all seriousness, respect and sympathy for those who’ve endured it. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF THIS TOPIC IS TOO MUCH!
A/N: The Keys are one of my favorite places and I’ve been there many times and at a number of times of the year. I’m going to play a bit of the tourist and throw in some local color and augment it with some pictures. All of the chapters will be behind cuts and picture sizes will be relatively small.
Also, I like to have Sean use “ye” in some of his speech but when I use “you” that is not a mistake. I ‘hear’ him saying it differently based on his emphasis.
Summary: Viggo is a sun- and rum-soaked artist in the Florida Keys who has a very strict routine dedicated to all that is non-routine. Sean is a man in need of a break who has ventured as far as he can from everything he knows as ‘normal’. Key West is a small island where losing one’s mind is highly encouraged and a badge of honor.
The room was stunning. Overpoweringly new and different and special in a way that threatened to make Sean’s heart stop. The furniture was all dark, rich mahogany and filled the space with a sense of simple but almost decadent comfort. An exquisitely beautiful four poster bed backed up against the white shuttered windows.
He realized as he looked that he’d never seen those shutters open before; he’d never seen sunlight in this room. And then Viggo was ducking under his arm to take a look at his face, grinning nervously as he measured Sean’s reaction and he forgot about the faraway daylight in favor of the luminosity within arm’s reach. Blue eyes met green ones that were wide with astonishment and Viggo’s smile turned into a relieved chuckle. Sean could only shake his head as he tried to gather his thoughts.
A bit unnerved, Viggo started explaining. “It may be too much. I kinda went overboard – but it just seemed so perfect. So the bed…that’s what I saw first and I knew it was right. Masculine and special…and it just made me think of you.
"I told them I wanted it just the way it was so I- we- got the nightstands and lamps and everything. It’s a little girly right now with all the pillows and stuff but I figured we could take care of that with a little extra testosterone.”
Sean was beginning to look like he wanted to swallow him whole.
“I know I was making a big assumption – hell, it was more of a big wish back then - but it was for you and even if—you know, even if you couldn’t put up with everything – I wanted what we had for as long as we had it to be right. And you made me want to be different than I was before. So the old bed and all that went with it had to go.”
Sean moved closer and Viggo readied himself for a kiss, happy and relieved that Sean liked their new space.
But Sean didn’t stop at a simple hug or kiss. He grasped his lover’s ass firmly in his big hands and lifted him, making Viggo wrap his long legs around his waist as the Englishman kissed him deeply, his mouth fierce and commanding. He carried him the few steps to their bed where he dropped him into the lushness and the girly pillows with a laugh. Hurriedly pushing the excess cushions aside, he straddled his lover and didn’t stop kissing him until Viggo was beginning to feel dizzy. The whole time, he had his hand between Viggo’s legs as he solidly and sensually squeezed and stroked him through his shorts.
“Ah, Sean… yes… I want you so much…zhhhhh, God…so good…”
“I’ve never…Christ, please, Vig, please, more…never had anyone buy me a bed to get me into one before.”
They laughed through their kisses until they forgot what was funny and then there was nothing but the feeling of tongues and lips and hands against a cheek or jaw line or throat for a long time. They were eager for much more yet not entirely willing to rush these first moments. They were finally where they were meant to be - here, now, and forever in love - and they savored it.
Sean kept his fingers threaded through Viggo’s hair as he pushed it back from his forehead. His mouth followed his hand as he laid a trail of worshipful kisses from where the base of his thumb grazed an eyebrow to the end of his smallest finger at the top of Viggo’s ear. Every kiss brought a sound from his lover and at each whisper or moan, he paused half a breath before the next kiss to roll the sound around in his head.
Viggo gave himself over to the blissful cocoon between the deep and luxurious bedding and the green-eyed beauty of his lover. This was sex as an escalation of desire; not as a barricade to memories or a test of strength. It was just him and Sean and there was nowhere else to be and nothing to worry about. Instead, it was all about pulling that mouth back to his own and tilting his hips up to rub their cocks together to hear the groan and see Sean throw his head back. He heard his name whispered in the accent he never wanted to hear from anyone else’s mouth and he thrust harder, kissing and teasing and finally pushing his hands under Sean’s shirt and shoving it upward.
“Get the fuck out of this, would you?”
Sean laughed against his mouth and somehow pulled the annoying garment off over his head and then pushed his shorts down his legs with what seemed like only a second where he wasn’t kissing Viggo, which made him laugh.
“Can you keep doing that while I undress, Sean?” Viggo was chuckling against Sean’s mouth, his hands clenching the muscles of his strong upper back.
The other man took his time, growling an answer that wasn’t even close to a word and tilting his head to nip his way back into Viggo’s mouth for a hungry kiss full of an honest desire Viggo’d never felt before.
“No, too much to see and touch, Viggo. Please, let me undress ye.”
Viggo gave him a soft smile. “You’ve seen me before, Sean. Many times.”
“That makes ye no less special. You’re more special, love. Kneel up for me and let me have me way just this once, yeah?”
With a shake of his head, Viggo reached to touch Sean’s chin and cheek, stealing a long, leisurely kiss before shifting and kneeling before him.
Sean’s eyes sparkled as he started unbuttoning his lover’s worn shirt. “The first time I saw ye, ye wore a shirt like this and the only thing that made me stop staring at it was how striking and funny ye were. I didn’t know what I felt then. But I did know that I did not like your taste in shirts.”
“Hmmm. Better get it off me then.”
“Yeah.”
Sean pushed it back off his shoulder, holding it just closed enough that the soft material slid teasingly over Viggo’s nipples before he let it fall. Without allowing time for even a sigh of his name, Sean took Viggo’s mouth again, his hands skidding from his shoulders to the small of his back and then into his shorts, pushing them down so that he could cup the curves he wanted without the fabric in the way.
“Viggo, I love ye so much. I love ye so much. You’re such a fighter…and you’re fearless… You’re mine.”
The Englishman dropped lower, his tongue sliding in a wicked and random pattern down Viggo’s chest – a flick here and a lick there and a long suck right in that exact spot that looked hungry for it.
“Sean… oh God, Sean…”
Viggo’s head dropped back and he instinctively pushed his hips forward as Sean finally touched his cock, toying at the head with lips and teeth. The Englishman had found a game to play and he wanted to continue - but first he sought more of the inspiring and erotic sounds that fell from his lover’s mouth.
“Ye like that, love, do ye?”
“Yes,” Viggo replied hoarsely, leaning forward and running his hands through Sean’s hair lovingly. “Yeah. Enough that I’m not going to let you stop,” he teased, tightening his grip in the other man’s hair.
“Who said anything about stopping?” Sean kissed one hipbone, slowing licking a lazy spiral that moved closer and closer toward Viggo’s groin.
"Sean..."
Switching his attention to the other hip, Sean kissed and sucked until a purple mark formed, feeling Viggo writhe against him at the touch. He jerked his hips forward and away as Sean ran a fingernail down the length of his hardness.
“Tease.”
“Whot, Vig? Did ye need me for something?” Sean stopped and looked up, wide-eyed innocence contradicted by the sparkle in his eye and the tip of his lover’s erection in his mouth. “Or can I go back to fucking about with your cock?”
“Please,” Viggo said after a moment allowed for a drawn-out hiss. He thrust gently forward, trying to push just a little way into Sean’s mouth and barely able to restrain himself. “Please, Sean, suck me.”
The Englishman pulled away. “Just a second, love. Have to sneeze.” He sat up a little, making quite a show of almost having to sneeze. Viggo frowned at him for a moment, then smirked and finally moved, backpedaling across the bed on his knees.
Sean looked alarmed.
“Wait! I were just playing. Get back here.”
“No, it’s okay. If you’re getting sick or something-“
“I’m not sick! I were playing, I said!”
“You sure? ‘Cause I can just go take care of this myself.” Viggo started stroking his cock, not playing at it, but pumping hard and fast, wanting Sean to see how much he’d made him want it. He dropped forward on one arm, keeping his body twisted to be sure Sean saw every move.
Let him suffer a little fucking bit, he thought to himself with a laugh.
“Don’t ye dare, Viggo.”
“Feels fuckin’ good, Sean.” Blue eyes narrowed, then closed uncontrollably and Sean moved quickly, closing the space between them and pulling Viggo down on top of him. They both moaned loudly as their cocks slid together, both of them wet with their own anticipation.
Viggo attacked him this time, pinning Sean’s hands above his head, their fingers twined together as he rubbed his body up and down against him, starting fast on each stroke and then lingering at the end before starting again. He finally broke away from his kisses, unable to stop gasping at the eroticism not only of the feeling but also at the sight of the rugged beauty of the man beneath him.
“Stop, Viggo. Please stop. Make love to me. Please. In our bed. Please, love.”
“Oh God, Sean.” Viggo stopped moving, slowly stopped, his body fighting against his brain. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“I want ye to make me feel better, love.”
They shared a passionate kiss and Viggo whispered in his ear. “I think you should take me. I’d love it and it’s not a huge transition, if you know what I mean.”
He could feel Sean’s grin against his cheek.
“Maybe I want a huge transition.” Sean’s words were interspersed here and there with uncontrollable movements of his hips that made him arch his back and hiss with pleasure as he looked at Viggo through lust-narrowed eyes. “Fuck, Viggo. We’ve done all but this. I think I’m transitioning just fine. I want ye to make love to me. To show me what it’s like.”
Viggo rolled away just a bit, bracing himself on one elbow. Surprised, Sean mimicked his position and met his gaze.
“You’re all right? I thought- you still want this, yeah?”
Viggo smiled softly and kissed him. “More than anything. But I think maybe you want me to fuck you because you worry that you taking me might be scary or bad because of what happened way back then. I guess I just want to say that’s not a problem. Not for a long time. And it wouldn’t be with you anyway. I know it.
“But you know what’s funny? I don’t want to make love to you like that yet, Sean. I mean I want to. God damn, I want to. But not yet, okay? Not after all I’ve told you about how horrifying it can be. I- I know it’s all different but I don’t want those memories to be anywhere around – not for either of us – when we do that, okay? Is that all right?”
Sean shook his head. “You’re a beautiful man, Viggo. You’re a mean man, too,” he teased. “Withholding sexual favors and whatnot, but still I love ye. Show me how to love ye because I want to do it for the rest of me life and we’ve lost too much time already.”
“Okay, okay. But I’m not giving up my rights forever, got it?”
“Got it.”
When Sean finally slid into Viggo’s willing and needy body, it was familiar in some ways and yet completely different. All that mattered was that it was Viggo and that was what brought tears to his eyes. He was unable – unwilling - to move for a long and timeless moment when his lover’s body first accepted him and he gently pushed all the way in, hearing his name moaned beneath him. He trembled and leaned forward, bracing himself on his arms and letting his head fall to rest between Viggo’s sweat-beaded shoulders.
“God, God…God, Viggo…I …ye are more than anything…anyone…”
“I love you, Sean,” Viggo whispered, beginning to roll his hips, rocking back against the solid strength of his lover, gasping at the feeling of Sean’s cock all the way in him and the feel of the soft hair brushing against his skin with every flex of his muscles.
Sean’s body and mind instinctively drove together to meet the same need. He allowed his widespread fingers to squeeze the taught muscles of his lover’s ass as he pulled out and pushed in, again and again until his strokes were more sure and he’d found an angle that made Viggo respond with harsh gasps and groans and that unguarded sound that gave his heart away.
“Sean…baby…more…just like that…yeah…oh God…oh God…”
He couldn’t have stopped. Sean couldn’t have slowed his body or applied any of the finesse he’d learned over the years no matter how much he might have wanted to for his lover. With teeth-clenched cries, he thrust harder and harder and his fingers dug deeper and deeper and he came with a riot of sensations that wasn’t quite complete until he heard the sweet gift of his name rolling out of Viggo’s throat as his lover was swept away in his own climax.
It was the feeling of Viggo nipping at his side that woke him and with a laugh and a kiss, Sean let himself be pulled on top of him to make love again. This time they were face to face and he made Viggo lay as still as he could as he explored, shushing him and reminding him to be patient. He wanted to learn all these new things about how to make Viggo need him the most and how to please him completely. Whatever it might take to hear Viggo murmur decadent words or pull him closer and deeper or even make him stop whatever brought about those sensual feelings to connect via a long, needy kiss was what he wanted to do.
But finally Viggo insisted, and Sean was inside him again, more in love even than before. He watched Viggo bite at his lip and he soothed it with his own tongue, he heard him beg for more and he gave it to him in deeper thrusts and matching strokes of his lover’s hard and thick cock, he welcomed the arch of his throat and bit, hungrily kissing and licking to mend the marks he left.
When they came this time, it was together and he collapsed against his lover, losing himself in a long kiss that brought tears to his eyes.
These moments were perfect and he wanted to gather them and hold them forever. He thought it and realized at once that the madman was changing him even more - those types of ideas didn't normally float around in his head - and he couldn't have been happier.
He kissed Viggo's cheek again, stifling a yawn as he teasingly complained. “Why the bloody hell did you make me wait so long, ye bastard?” Viggo's answering giggle mixed with the drug like exhaustion that followed sex lulled him back into a deep sleep sprawled half across his lover.
“Ow. Sean! Ouch, godammit!”
“You’re like bloody Velcro, ye hairy beast!”
“You’re the one who fell asleep on me before you cleaned up.”
“Well, I forgot ye were a rug.”
“Complaining already?”
“No, you bloody fool, but I have to- ”
“Ouch! Well, go! And when you come back, bring the first aid kit, since you’ve ripped half my chest hair out!”
“I love the furniture and the room, Vig,” Sean whispered when he snuggled back into bed. “And I love you more.” He kissed his lover’s ear and curled his fingers into his chest hair, tugging at it playfully. “And I don’t think we did ye any lasting damage.”
Viggo pulled him closer, happier than he would have ever imagined the simple touch of a lover’s cheek pressed against his chest could have made him. He kissed the top of Sean’s head and pulled even tighter still, both arms wrapped around him now.
“I’m really glad you like it ‘cause I don’t think they’ll take it back now that it's been road-tested,” he laughed.
He knew Sean smiled in return; he felt it against his skin.
“I left a space over there in the corner. Did you notice? I had them take the old armoire. I thought maybe if you wanted, we could get a desk for you and put it there so you could work on your book when you’re here.” He almost held his breath before his next words. “When you come to visit. You know, when you’re not back home in London.”
He felt Sean’s body tighten and go still and then he felt him pull away.
“Go take a shower, Viggo. I’ll make tea and coffee. Then meet me in the kitchen.”
Viggo started to respond and Sean stopped him with a wave of his hand, not looking back at him. “Just do it. Then you’re making toast while I fetch me own shower and then we’re talking, ye bloody fool.”
“Sean-“
“Go, Viggo. Just go.”
The Cuban toast was untouched but they were on their second round of coffee and tea before a word was really said. Viggo had tried a time or two but Sean had either glared at him or told him he didn’t feel like talking to him yet, but by the end of his second cup, he was beginning to look across the table at his lover and shake his head. Finally he was grinning and then outright smiling. Viggo looked more and more confused.
“I’ve fallen in love with a man who’s stupid,” Sean said, laughing.
Viggo’s eyes widened and the other man indulged in their blue-green beauty for a moment, recalling seawater and the sky that followed storms.
“I have! You’re not very bright. Or ye don’t love me.”
“Sean! God, how can you say that? You know-“
“Shush, love. Shush, I’m only teasing.” Sean reached across the table for his hand, squeezing it tightly in his own. “But this ye need to know. Like it or not, this is our house. And in London, we have another house. We share them both. Do ye understand?” He leaned forward to pull Viggo closer across the table, kissing him over the top of it. “I want only for us to be together and I don’t care where it is. But I want to fall asleep with ye and then wake up with ye. And in between, I want to fight and talk and make love and read and drink and cook and sit under the Banyan tree and make love and learn how to develop film and- everything. Just everything, ye bloody fool! I want to do it all with you and I want it starting now.”
Viggo stood and walked to the counter, keeping his back to Sean.
Not again. God, don’t let him withdraw again. I can’t reach him- I need to reach him. “
“Viggo? It’s what ye want as well, isn’t it? Good God, love. Please…”
The other man turned at once. His eyes were brimming with tears but there a look of calm happiness on his face. “You said ‘make love’ twice.”
“Whot?” Sean’s brow was furrowed in confusion.
“You put wanting to make love in your list twice. People have only ever wanted to fuck me but ever since I’ve known you, our times have been about making love, no matter how we say it. That means something.
"And I do want all of it with you, Sean. I want to know you’re with me. Nothing else matters. But I wasn’t sure…I don’t really know how to ask.”
Crossing the kitchen quickly, Sean had him in his arms before Viggo’s last word was said.
“Ye don’t have to ask. We just have to agree, love. I want to be here and I want ye to be at home with me in London, too. Do ye want those things?”
“Yeah, Sean. I do.” Viggo tucked his face into the crook between Sean’s neck and shoulder and Sean felt the wetness on his face as he brought his hand up to run it soothingly through his lover's hair.
“You’re my love, Viggo. Don’t forget that.”
He felt a nod and then he heard words said with a new, quiet certainty that he would remember forever. “I won't forget ever again, Sean. I am yours.”
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Date: 2007-05-05 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-20 11:58 pm (UTC)I want to thank you for reading and commenting. It means more than you probably know.
Posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over here as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-05 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-05 10:17 pm (UTC)The chapter was beautiful, well done.:)
Where can I ge a bed like that? And does it come with a great sex warrenty? *g*
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Date: 2007-05-21 12:10 am (UTC)I want to thank you for reading and commenting. It means more than you probably know.
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Date: 2007-05-21 12:12 am (UTC)Posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-05 11:45 pm (UTC)*sigh* Wow, that just said it all... wonderfulwonderfulwonderful!
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Date: 2007-05-21 12:14 am (UTC)Posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-05 11:51 pm (UTC)MissM
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Date: 2007-05-21 12:17 am (UTC)In any event, thank you so much for all your support and love through this story. Your reading and commenting means more than you probably know.
Posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-06 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-21 12:18 am (UTC)Posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-06 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-21 12:19 am (UTC)How the hell does one do that??? LOL
*big hugs*
Your reading and commenting throughout this story means more than you probably know. I posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-06 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-21 12:20 am (UTC)Posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-06 04:27 am (UTC)Oh, and the fourth scene had me giggling! [snicker]
Angie
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Date: 2007-05-21 12:22 am (UTC)Your reading and commenting throughout this story has kept me on my toes throughout and I've enjoyed every word of it. I think we're kindred souls, like it or not. *g*
I posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-06 04:33 pm (UTC)And oh, the last line... *cheers* Go Viggo! And Sean... oh, he's wonderful.
*hugs you* You've made me very happy, dear, thank you!
~Kris
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Date: 2007-05-21 12:23 am (UTC)I know you've seen the last chapter, but seeing this comment over here made me so happy I had to give you another hug!
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Date: 2007-05-06 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-21 12:25 am (UTC)I want to sincerely thank you for your reading and commenting throughout this story. It means more than you probably know. *hugs*
I posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-07 07:11 am (UTC)“You’re like bloody Velcro, ye hairy beast!”
“You’re the one who fell asleep on me before you cleaned up.”
“Well, I forgot ye were a rug.”
You're priceless...ROFLMAO....Gigglesnort!
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Date: 2007-05-21 12:27 am (UTC)It makes me happy that you enjoy both aspects. The love and passion and the silly whackiness of any of our relationships. *cackles*
I ALWAYS enjoy your comments and want to thank you for them. They mean more than you probably know. *hugs*
Posted the last chapter at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
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Date: 2007-05-08 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-21 12:29 am (UTC)You okay, sweets?? *pokes* I want you to be okay so you can read the last chapter! I posted it at my LJ just now and will bring it over to RT as soon as I get caught up on commenting to fb here (blushes with the well-deserved guilt).
Thank you for all of your comments and support. It all means more than you probably know. Now quit squeeing and go read. Hopefully you'll live to squeee again! *rugbytackles*