Getting to the Bottom of Things 4/5

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Title : Getting to the Bottom of Things 4/5
Pairing : Sean/Viggo
Rating : NC-17
Warning : AU
Summary : Sean is forced to pay a visit to the doctor, and it's not what he'd expected !
Authors : mooms (Viggo) and govi20 (Sean)

DISCLAIMER : Written for fun, not for profit, all dirty lies !

Part 1 : here
Part 2 : here
Part 3 : here

 

Getting to the Bottom of Things

 

Part 4/5

 

Viggo

 

Well the keeping my hands off him goes really well !

 

I really have the best intentions and while he is in the shower, I go back to my office and try to concentrate on taking off my white coat, shirt and boots, rather than imagine him in there, the water cascading over his naked body, as he soaps himself, his strong, beautiful hands running over………

 

Nope, doesn’t work ! I return and try to wait patiently for him to finish.

 

By the time he emerges, fully dressed, my cock is trying to burst out of my jeans and when I notice him looking thoughtfully at my furry chest, I languidly raise my hand and scratch.

 

He closes the space between us, a strange expression on his face and tells me I am doing it on purpose. I feign innocence, but he retaliates by threatening to leave and I know that I am fooling nobody.

 

I suggest that we need to talk, unless he really is in a hurry to escape. He moves even closer, so you could barely get a cigarette paper between us and admits that he finds me disturbing. No shit ! His cock is clearly trying to make the same break for freedom as mine and I tell him that it is pretty mutual, as if he didn’t already know !

 

“Shouldn’t you be taking that shower ?” he says very softly, but the next thing I know, he has cupped my face and we are kissing again, my hands grabbing his delectable ass and squeezing hard.

 

I am reluctant to let go, but I manage to get my lust-clouded brain in gear again, when we surface and I am able to take a couple of deep breaths.

 

“Sean, whatever is going on here is pretty intense and I guess it’s obvious what I want and how much, but we really, really do need to talk. Why don’t I grab the shower, then go buy you a beer, okay ?”

 

He nods and I go into the tiny shower room, stripping off my jeans and wincing as I rip my under shorts off, painfully. I stand under the hot water, hoping that he won’t take the opportunity to run away. I know that stopping right there was the right thing to do, but I am still unsure of how he will react, given some time and separation. When we are together, the attraction crackles in the air and we seem to be pulled together like magnets, but this must be a big deal for him and I don’t want to throw away the chance of something important for a quick fuck.

 

I am still very much aroused and I take the opportunity to pull myself off quickly, before I get out of the shower and dry myself. It doesn’t take long. He has an effect on me like nobody I have ever known ! Now maybe I’ll be able to stay a little detached and utilize my brain.

 

I put my jeans back on and roll up my shorts, stuffing them into my back pocket, then step out of the shower room.

 

He is not here, and my heart skips a beat. Did he take the chance and run ?

 

I go to my office to get my shirt and he is there, sitting in my chair, which is tilted back, his feet on my desk. He has put his baseball cap on again and he smirks at me knowingly running his eyes over me from my damp and tousled hair to my bare feet. He looks so tasty and decadent, that it is tempting to jump right over the desk into his lap, but I restrain myself and put the shirt on, buttoning it up slowly.

 

He watches every move of my fingers and flicks out his tongue, licking his lips.

 

I slap my libido down hard, pleased that I took the opportunity to deal with my arousal in the shower.

 

“So, Sean, about that beer ? I know a great little pub round the corner, with booths, where we can have a little privacy, while we talk.”

 

 

Sean

The kiss is enough to make me feel weak in the knees again, and it’s good he’s being sensible and puts an end to it, before I jump into things I can’t handle. He’s right, we do need to talk,

While he’s in the shower I wander back to his office and smirk, while I plant my cap back on my head, sit in his chair, and put my feet on his desk. Definitely not something Dr. Merrick would do, but I bet Dr. Viggo does it all the time.

Going to the pub with him seems safe enough, if it’s possible to be safe from this man. I am sure it will be quite an embarrassing conversation though. I mean what can I say ? ‘I loved it when you had your hands all over me ?’ or ‘I got aroused when you stuck your finger up my arse ?’

And still both are true.

Of course, I could just walk out of his office and his life now, but I really don’t want to. For the first time in months I feel alive, even though I am very confused about the whole thing.

So I sit and wait, until he turns up, again just in jeans. His body brings up an aching hunger in me, reminding me of my schooldays, filled with lust and inappropriate erections. He picks up his shirt, and starts slowly buttoning it up. I am pretty sure he knows the effect he has on me.

Then we leave, taking off to the little pub around the corner he tells me about, with booths, so we can have privacy. Well, that’s a good idea, because I am really not ready to tell the world yet.

We sit on opposite sides of the booth and wait till we get our beers. I feel a bit easier now I have a pint in my hand to cling onto, and he does seem to enjoy his beer. I wouldn’t be surprised if he smoked too.

We talk a little more about footie, which – amazing for an American – he genuinely seems interested in. When we fall silent we look at each other, unsure how to start, until he asks me.

“Well Sean, where do we go from here ? What do you want out of this ?’

“I honestly don’t know,“ I say, “obviously you have done this before, but I am new to this, and it’s a bit scary.”

He bends over the table, placing his hand lightly over mine.

“I understand how you must feel Sean, it’s all very sudden and as I said very intense. I won’t blame you if you say you want to leave and not look back, but I certainly would regret it. I think there’s something more going on than just physical attraction, and I would like to explore that. It is true that I have been with men before, but what happened today is new for me too, Sean, I never fell so hard for someone at once.”

I have to believe him, he’s obviously telling the truth, and I realize I’ll have to be as honest to him. I look down at our hands, not even caring about what we look like to others, It just seems right somehow.

“I don’t want to leave, I think I feel the same as you, like there’s something special between us. And I feel..,” I keep looking down, trying to hide my blush, “so fucking hungry for you. But I am afraid of the effect it will have on my life and career.”

His hand presses down on mine, and a small smile plays around the corner of his mouth.

“I am a doctor Sean, I can do discreet. Even in private matters.”

This time we grin at each other, relieved the hardest part is over. I turn my hand and give his a little squeeze before I pull it back.

“Well, let me buy us the next beer, and perhaps we could go back to your office then and explore a little more. Let’s just.. go slow, okay ?”

His hand slides under the table, and strokes my thigh.

“Would you mind if I smoke now Sean ?”

I knew it !

Viggo

 

Well we had the little talk and to my relief, Sean does want to pursue this. He feels, ,like I do, that there is something going on here over and above the lust, but the way he says “so fucking hungry for you”, in that sinfully sexy voice, has the lust rearing its purple head again and butting painfully against my zipper.

 

He admits to being worried about the effect this could have on his life and career and I assure of my discretion, then he agrees to come back to the clinic with me and explore things further, so long as we take it slow.

 

I give his thigh a little stroke, as we grin at each other, the tension between us gone. Suddenly I feel desperately in need of a cigarette and that confession makes Sean throw back his head and crow !

 

“I knew it ! You doctors are all alike ! Don’t do as I do, do as I say !”

 

“We are only human, Sean. Now can we please go back to the clinic, so I can demonstrate how only human I am ?”

 

We leave the pub and he lights two cigarettes and gives one to me as we walk back to the clinic in silence, both taken up with our own thoughts.

 

I don’t know what Sean is thinking exactly and I cast a few anxious glances at him as we walk, but his face is inscrutable under the peak of his cap.

 

I know that we both want each other but I have to tread carefully, as this is new to him. From our short acquaintance, I also know that Sean is the type of guy usually in control, but I have to take the lead in this, because of my experience. This is so important to me, that I feel nervous.

 

We arrive at the clinic, via the car park and ride the elevator to the lobby. Sean takes advantage of our physical closeness and pulls me into another of his hot kisses, his hands sneaking round to knead my buttocks and pull our groins together. So much for me taking the lead !

 

Once back in my office, on my territory, I try to re-establish my status,

 

“So Sean, please go behind the screens and undress for me. There are a few things arising from my previous examination in need of further investigation.”

 

Sean smiles the slow smile of a predator and shakes his head,

 

“I think not, Viggo. If we’re gonna play doctors, I believe it’s my turn in the white coat. YOU go behind the screens and undress for me, please !”

 

He actually has the nerve to put my white coat on and reach for the latex gloves, then stands tapping his foot and waiting for me to comply.

 

Bastard !

 

But I find myself looking into those green eyes, like a deer caught in the headlights and I walk behind the screens and start to take off my clothes.

 

Sean has followed me and is watching as I take off my boots, then strip off my shirt and jeans.

 

“Er, Sean, this is not how it works ! The doctor waits tactfully outside the screens until the patient has undressed and put on the gown, then……”

 

Sean’s voice growls at me and my already hard cock grows even harder

 

“My game now, Viggo, my rules. You can dispense with the gown. Now let me look at you.”

 

I stand, shivering slightly, although it is not cold in the room at all, as Sean takes his time looking at my body from all angles.

 

“Well, you are a fine specimen, I have to say, but we’ve only checked the outside. Bend over, please !”

 

I bend over the table and hear the snap of a latex glove and the sound of a jar being unscrewed.

 

Sean

As we walk back to the clinic, I light up a long craved cigarette for both of us. The thought of what we’re about to do all seems so very strange, and I am still a bit apprehensive. But every time I look at him I know I want this, need this even, despite my apprehension.

The moment we get into the lift, I grab him, all my second thoughts completely forgotten, when I kiss him again, and feel his firm arse under my hands. I slowly grind my groin against his, letting him know I am not just lying down and letting him run the show.

Of course once in his office he feels more in charge, and tries to get me behind the screen and undress for him. But that’s not going to happen. I might be new to this, but I am no shivering virgin.

I tell him that if we’re going to play doctors, I will put on the white coat this time and I actually do it, put it on and grab a latex glove, while I order him to go behind the screen and undress. It seems only fair to me this way !

We look at each other, and I can see the struggle on his face, but then he turns around on his heels and goes behind the screens. I follow him, leaning against the wall, watching him while he undresses. I take my time looking at him. He has a lithe but strong build, and if ever a man was beautiful he is. He mutters a protest, but I cut him off sharply, and when I tell him to turn around and bend over, he does.

I put on a glove and when I open the jar of lubricating gel, he shivers, the movement rippling over his muscled back. I can’t help but mould myself over his back, his naked body burning through my clothes, grabbing his hips, pressing my straining erection into his cleft. He pushes back eagerly, and he doesn’t seem to mind the scratching of my zipper at all.

I reluctantly release him and pull back, slicking my fingers, and lay my ungloved hand on his back. There’s that delicious shiver again, and I let my gloved hand slide around his body, grabbing his cock with it. He moans and pushes up in my hand, making a disappointed sound when I pull back.

I push him down a bit more, nudging his ankles with my feet, forcing him to bend down even deeper. I slowly push a finger inside him, feeling him struggle to relax. He so very tight, his muscles clenching around my finger. My head is spinning when I think of pushing my cock in there, right there in that welcoming heat and I groan.

He relaxes against me and I push in a bit further, curling my finger inside him, till he shudders beneath me and I know I’ve found it. Again I stroke it, making him cry out for more. I guess he means more fingers, so I work in a second finger, twisting them, enjoying his movements and needy sounds while I stroke him again and again.

My cock is crying for attention now, I feel like it's bursting out of my jeans. I pull back my fingers, throw off my cap and start pulling off my clothes, almost tearing them off. Viggo pulls himself off the table and before I can even blink he’s on his knees in front of me, kissing my belly, his hand on my cock.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark, and I put my hand on his head, pushing him down in a silent plea. The moment I feel his first tentative lick on my cock I cry out, my legs trembling, my hands clutching his head.

“Ohhh.... Viggo, please... oh fuck !”

 

And then he takes me in deep, and I totally lose it.

 

Viggo

 

I shiver with anticipation as I bend over the table for Sean, sighing with pleasure as I feel his weight on me for a moment and his erection pushing at my cleft, the rough fabric of his jeans and the cold scratch of his zipper adding to the sensations.

He draws back and  rests his ungloved hand on my back and I burn at his touch, then in contrast, his cool, slippery lubricated hand slides round and grabs my cock. He withdraws it almost immediately and I protest for a moment, but he presses me further down on the table, kicking my feet further apart and I feel his finger breach my body, slowly  and tentatively at first, then more confidently.

 

I struggle to relax and am just succeeding, when he finds my prostate and  start to stroke it, making me shudder and squirm beneath him, gasping hoarsely for more.

 

It’s a very long time since I bottomed and when he works in a second finger, the stretch and burn is uncomfortable, painful even, in spite of the lube, but I want it…..want him so much.

 

I could scream with frustration, as he pulls out and moves away from me completely, and I can hear him panting heavily as I heave myself up off the table and turn to see what is going on.

 

Fuck, he is ripping his clothes off in  a frenzy and his beautiful cock is jutting proudly, so engorged that it is purple at the head and dripping copiously. I am seized by the desire to consume him and I drop to my knees, pulling him close with an arm around his thighs, kissing his belly and taking him in hand.

 

I look up at him, burning with desire and he pushes my head down, so I swallow him whole, enjoying how helpless this makes him, his legs shaking and his hands tangling in my hair.

 

I draw back and tease the tip a little with my tongue, alternating tongue-teasing with sucking, using all the expertise I have gained over the years to drive him insane. When he is moaning incoherently, I deep throat him again and am exultant, when he spills his seed down my welcoming throat and I know that I have reasserted my control.

 

Releasing his softening cock, I hold him in my arms, as his legs finally give way and he slides down to join me on the floor. I hold him, through he aftershocks, until finally he opens his eyes and blinks at me.

 

“Fuck ! That were really something ! You are bloody good, Viggo.”

 

“Really ? I was kind of hoping I was being bad. You just enjoyed the fruits of my misspent youth. If you feel up to it, could we get off the floor now ? These tiles are hygienic, but they are playing havoc with my middle-aged kneecaps.”

 

“Get on that table, Viggo. I think we had some unfinished business.”

 

I look from my still hard and throbbing erection, to his softened member.

 

“Doesn’t look like you’ll be up to  finishing it for a while, Sean !”

 

“Oh, I think I will, unless you want to see to it yourself, of course !”

 

I am up and on the table in seconds and Sean positions me on my back, with my knees bent and legs apart, flopping outwards.

 

“Umm, wrong department, Dr Sean ! This is not gynaecology. Ohhh !”

 

I yelp as he shoves the two fingers back into my body, without any further preamble and begins fisting my cock hard with the other hand.

 

When he curls the fingers and hits my prostate again, I come violently all over his hand. He raises it to his lips  and slowly licks my semen from his fingers and it is the most decadent thing I have ever seen.

 

“You taste good, Viggo. I think I might try to blow you next time. You can give me tips on technique.”

 

So there will be a next time. I am incredibly happy, as I push myself up into a sitting position and smile at him. We dress and although it is strictly forbidden in the clinic, we sit in my office, sharing  a traditional post-coital cigarette, carefully fanning the smoke away from the detectors.

 

“So, Sean, where do we go from here ? We can’t keep meeting like this. Will it be your place or mine ?”

 

Sean

I’ve had women going down on me, beautiful women, talented women, gifted women. But I never experienced one of them using their tongue like Viggo does. Never have I lost control as  completely as I do now. I am crying out, feeling helpless in his hands, unable to keep a grip.

I struggle to keep myself from clasping his head even harder, from just shoving myself down his throat, and then I come almost violently. Unable to bear my weight, my legs give way, and I slide to the floor, while he holds me.

I need some time to recover, and he lets me, just holds me until I am finally back to myself and tell him it was great. He looks quite smug, and makes jokes, but he’s still hard as a rock and I realize he must be aching. ‘Bloody time to turn the tables, ’ I think and order him up on the table.

He’s still joking, but is up there before I can blink, spreading willingly and wantonly for me. I shove  my fingers back inside him, revelling in the sounds he makes, and stroke his cock firmly. Within seconds he comes all over my hand, and I watch his face hungrily.

There’s something about him, something making me want to do things I always considered filthy and degrading. And I decide to just stop thinking. I lick his cum off my hand, enjoying the way he looks at me and I feel just unashamed and powerful.

It’s not at all disgusting as I once expected it to be, and I am already sorry I didn’t blow him. Well, maybe next time, I think, and I tell him so. A long road of sexual discovery seems to stretch out before me, and I can clearly see he’s as elated as I am. But we smoke another – very illegal – cigarette, before he has the courage to ask me if we can meet somewhere else next time.

I smile, thinking about having him in my house, on my couch, in my bed and I almost fall over my words to make him come to me, and as soon as possible, even though I don’t say that. Being in my house will give me sort of advantage too of course, I like having a bit of an advantage over him.

He’s more than willing to make the drive to me, and since we both have obligations tomorrow, we agree on Monday evening. He’s not on duty Tuesday, so he won’t have to leave early, he tells me. We grin at each other, and I can’t help thinking how he could even spend the night then. But again, I don’t say it.

We leave together and say goodbye in the car park, and suddenly I feel a bit shy again. I get over it soon though, when he presses we with my back against my car and gives me searing kiss. I can’t believe it when I feel a slight stirring in my groin again, but I do. I push him off, stepping into my car, and drive away fast.


I live through the next two days, constantly thrown between heaven and hell. I can’t count the number of times I have relived that afternoon. It was bloody wonderful, but the intensity of it all still makes me flinch. Not enough to make me pick up the phone and tell him not to come though.

I’ve been strung up with nerves all day Monday, and I jump up when I hear the intercom. I almost sprint to the door to open up, but when I see him standing there, it’s all gone and I just pull him inside by his hand.

 

“Housecall, ” he says, but I silence whatever he’s trying to say further effectively, when I put my mouth on his.

 

TBC

Comments

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Well fair is fair and it was his turn to play !

[snuffle007.livejournal.com]

Wahoooooooo!!! Dr Sean....hmmmmmm....yummmmmmm

Something to keep me company at night for sure!!!!

Ohhhhh....soooo so good!!!

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Glad you like the idea of Dr Sean ! More this evening !

[marius2045.livejournal.com]

Hehe, the good Doctor is back! The image of him licking Viggo's cum off his fingers will be stuck in my head for a few days now, thank you very much! :)

Oh and this: “Would you mind if I smoke now Sean ?” - I knew it !
Priceless!

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Thank you ! Last part tonight !

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"“Really ? I was kind of hoping I was being bad."

Oh yes . . . *grins*

I loved the way the 'taking charge' issue went back and forth until in the end I think they realise they're both as needy as each other. Viggo might be the more 'experienced', but Sean's definitely catching on!!

"...just unashamed and powerful." Indeed.

It'll be difficult to go back to work now . . .

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Thank you for your comments. Sadly we have reached the end ! Last part this evening !