Changing Lanes 3/3
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rugbytackleTitle : Changing Lanes 3/3
Pairing : Sean/Viggo
Rating ; NC-17
Warning : AU, RPS
Archiving : rugbytackling archive, switch_bottoms, viggo_cursive
Summary : Sean and Viggo are University students competing on the swimming team.
Authors :
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mooms (Viggo)govi20 (Sean) DISCLAIMER : Written for fun, not for profit ! All dirty lies !
Previous Parts : here
Sean
Kissing Viggo is so hot, that I am beyond caring where we are exactly and if anyone can see us. We are grinding our bodies against each other hard, and I am very close to coming in my pants, when Viggo entangles himself from me. His voice sounds husky and strained, and his eyes glisten in the dark.
“Sean, come back to my room, please?”
For a brief moment I hesitate, fully aware where that will lead to, but fuck, I want him, so I nod. On our way back to the Uni, I think about my mum, how she will worry when I don’t show up. It’s not that there’s some outspoken rule, I am an adult and I can do as I please, but I know she won’t be able to sleep if she doesn’t hear from me. Despite feeling like a schoolboy I say to Viggo that I need to call her, tell her I won’t be home tonight.
Viggo doesn’t mock me, but seems to understand, so I make the call and we’re on our way again. Most students are probably asleep it still out, so we manage to get to Viggo’s room without being seen.
Stepping in, he turns and grabs my jacket, pulling me in. He locks the door behind me, we look at each other and then we are kissing again. Between us both our hands fumble with clothes and zippers, and I hear a tearing sound, but I don’t give a fuck. And then finally, finally I card my fingers through that thick pelt on his chest. Finding a nipple, I roll it between my fingers, and he squirms and bucks under my hands,
He grabs my arm, and we stumble over falling clothes through his small, stuffed room until we reach the bed in the far corner, still kissing. He pushes me down on his bed, and there’s no other option for him than climb on top of me. The beds in these student units are clearly designed by a sadistic furniture manufacturer, who felt there was no need to encourage sex amongst students.
I’ve done it before, and I am sure Viggo has too, but being two not so small guys makes it even harder. But then Viggo’s hand unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them down, makes me harder, and I forget about the bed. I wriggle myself out of my jeans, eager to have his hand, his mouth or whatever on my cock. Somewhere on the way I have managed to pull off his tee shirt, because he’s bare-chested and I latch my mouth to one of his nipples, coarse hair between my teeth.
I just need to taste him more, and I pull him down impatiently, until we manage to roll over and I am on top. I follow the path of the hair, licking him all the way down to the waistband of his jeans. He moans when I open his fly and mouth his cock through his briefs, taking in his smell and the feel of the throbbing flesh behind the fabric.
He pushes up his hips, eager to lose his clothes, and I help him to shove them down to his thighs, trapping him there while I bend over and take his cock in my mouth. He arches from the bed, and then there’s a loud cracking sound as the bed collapses beneath us.
Viggo
Just as I get Sean where I want him, safely locked in my room, with his mouth wrapped around my cock, the earth moves and not in a good way.
There’s a deafening crack and we land on the floor with me underneath, which drives all the breath from my body. Sean keeps hold of me, but the shock makes him forget that he has teeth, with painful results for my cock.
We lie there for a moment, dazed, then I say,
“Fuck, Sean ! You nearly bit the goddam thing right off !” and suddenly, we are both laughing hysterically together.
My neighbour bangs on the wall from next door and asks what the fuck is going on and am I okay, so I shout back,
“Sorry ! Yeah, okay !”
We stand up and survey the damage, pulling the mattress off of the base, which is made of a thin sheet of pine, now showing a big crack with jagged edges, like the teeth of a saw. It’s clear that the bed is unusable and I am gonna have to explain to the authorities.
Sean laughs and says we are lucky not to have “spells” in our arses and I am confused for a minute, before he explains he means splinters. That reminds me about his ass, though and in spite of the shock, we are both still hard and have unfinished business.
We pull the mattress and lay it on the floor, then I catch Sean off balance and push him down, face first.
“Just checking for “spells”, I say, as I straddle him, running my hands over the smooth globes of his ass.
He arches his back and turns at the same time, dislodging me and pulling me back under him on the mattress. Grabbing my cock, he inspects it closely, telling me he is checking for teeth marks, growling as he does and my answering snigger becomes a yelp, as he swallows me again.
The voice from next door wearily tells us that it doesn’t mind what we are doing in there, so long as we do it quietly as ‘some people are trying to sleep’.
I am past caring. I have had blow jobs before, from girls, but never really felt like they were enjoying themselves. Sean is going at it with such enthusiasm and pleasure that this is better than anything I have done before. I know I won’t last long and I feel the tingling sensation in my belly, as my balls tighten and I pull at his hair to tell him I am about to shoot my load.
Sean’s head comes up, releasing my cock and I hit him in the face with strings of cum. The sight of his face, mouth still open, delicate pink tongue poking out, with my spunk trickling down in pearly stripes is so dirty and hot that I can’t resist running two fingers through the stripes and brushing them against his lips.
He sucks at my fingers hungrily, then pulls back and picks up my tee shirt to wipe his face. His voice is husky as he asks me,
“Got rubbers ?”
I nod and pull my wallet out of my jeans, fishing for my emergency supply. What I don’t have is anything to make things easy and suddenly, now it comes to it, I feel nervous, my mouth goes dry and I sober up instantly.
Sean takes the foil packet from me and tells me to turn over. His cock is standing almost upright, the tip engorged and purple. I hesitate in a moment of panic. Surely that’s not going to fit ? He takes over and turns me quite roughly, pushing my face down into the mattress. His hands are shaking and I start to shake too, as I hear him tear open the packet. He pauses to roll the thing on, swearing softly as he does.
He pulls at my hips, so that my knees are under me, my ass sticking up in the air, then I hear him suck at his fingers and the first one breaches me and pushes in slowly. I hold my breath, forehead resting on the mattress and my hands clutching the edges as if I am about to fall off and over a cliff.
Sean
Fucking cheap beds ! For a moment we both freeze in shock, until Viggo speaks.
“Fuck, Sean ! You nearly bit the goddam thing right off !”
I realize I am indeed still clenching my teeth around Viggo’s cock, which probably is rather painful, and I let go of him. Then the absurdity of the situation hits us and we laugh out loud. The bloke next door bangs on the wall, more from worry than annoyance I guess, and Viggo shouts back his reassurance.
A quick check shows us the bed is beyond repairing, and we laugh again when I teach Viggo a bit of real Yorkshire English, enlightening him about spells. I am still hard as hell though, and determined to finish what I started. We pull out the mattress and put it on the floor, then Viggo pushes me face down on it, straddling me, supposedly checking my arse for spells. I throw him off, and roll over so I am back on top, ready to pick up where we left off.
“Checking for teeth marks,” I say and he giggles, until I swallow his cock. He tastes so good, and even though I’ve never done it before, I love the way it gives me power over him, makes him squirm beneath me.
Gripping my hair, he suddenly pulls me off, and before I can even move he comes, striping my face with his load. I blink, but when he drags his fingers over my face and brings them to my mouth I suck at them eagerly. It’s all so hot, and I want him, I just need to fuck him.
I grab the nearest piece of clothing from the floor to wipe my face, and then ask him for rubbers. He nods and pulls one from his wallet. Viggo hesitates, and I understand how he feels, but I still need to fuck him, so I tell him firmly to turn over. He stares at my cock, panic coming up, but I take hold of him and turn him over roughly. I want him so much that I am shaking, which doesn't make it easy to get the condom on.
I pull at him, getting him in what seems to be the most comfortable position and then suck my fingers, wetting them thoroughly, as there’s no other way to make this easier for him. I start slowly, pushing in one finger, even though all I really want is to get my cock into that tight clenching heat.
His face is down in the mattress, his hands closed around the edges, as I wet and add another finger. His breathing is becoming ragged now, and I have to force myself to keep this slow pace. I push my fingers a little further inside and suddenly his body jerks, and he starts pushing back. I do it again, and this time Viggo starts pleading, his voice on the edge of breaking.
“Oh God Sean, again, oh please,” and I stroke that spot again and again, until I no longer can restrain myself, pulling him up a bit higher on his knees. Spitting in my hand I slick my cock. I bend over, kissing the nape of his neck, gripping his hip, my other hand on my cock, pushing in slowly.
We both hiss at the first breach, he’s so tight, and I have to fight not to start moving. Slowly, inch by inch by inch I work myself into him. He moans, and I slowly start moving, trying to find that spot again, and suddenly, he spasms, clenching around my cock, and I finally let go.
I close my eyes, no longer able to look at the way he’s pushing back at me, and I just fuck him. I put my right hand between his shoulder blades and push him down, thrusting in hard, almost hammering, trying to ignore those hot sounds he’s making. I know I won’t last long and I slide my other hand around him, fisting his cock. He comes almost immediately, the way he clenches around me too much and I come with a yell.
When we’ve got our breath back, I carefully roll off him, removing the condom. He’s still lying with his face down, and I lay a hand on his shoulder.
“Viggo, are you okay ? I am sorry if I hurt you.”
He slowly lifts his head to look at me, a grin breaking through.
“I probably won’t be able to sit for a week, but who cares ? Yes, I am fine Sean.”
Viggo
My fingers tighten on the edges of the mattress, my knuckles white with tension and I squeeze my eyes closed, gritting my teeth against the burning pain.
Shit, this is only his fingers and it hurts like hell. My cock has wilted like a deflated balloon. I am beginning to wonder if it is worth it, when he touches something inside me and sends an electric shock of pleasure right down to my toes.
My cock perks up immediately and I push my ass back, wanting to feel that again. He finds the spot again and I hear myself babbling to him, begging for more.
He hitches me up and grips my hip, then surprises me by leaning over and kissing the back of my neck, but I don’t have time to process that, before he is pushing his dick into me, slowly, but relentlessly.
I hiss with pain and bury my head in the mattress, biting my lip and trying not to yell. At first it feels like he is shoving a broom handle up there and the stretch is not pleasant, but I force myself to relax and that seems to help. How he manages to go so slow, I don’t know, but as I get used to him, the pain grows less and I moan, needing more.
He changes angle and brushes that spot again, I feel myself spasm with pleasure and then he is off, slamming into me and fisting my cock at the same time. I come almost at once and he follows.
I feel him move off me and I stretch ot my cramped legs, but stay where I am on the mattress. Somehow, I am not ready to face him yet and I need to know how he will react now we have crossed the line.
Reassuringly, his hand clasps my shoulder and he asks if I am okay, with genuine concern in his voice. I turn and grin like an idiot, telling him I am fine, but I probably won’t be able to sit for a week. I realize with a twinge, that I am not joking and I hate to think what taking a shit will be like.
I wonder if he will still stay, but he collects my pillow and duvet from the wreckage of the bed and we make a nest on the mattress and curl up together, falling asleep almost immediately.
When I wake, Sean has slipped away, but there is a note on my desk, saying “Thanks, see you at training”. I make it through the day, from the ribbing I get at breakfast from the guy next door, through explaining to the housekeeper about the broken bed, which I claim happened, when I jumped on it, while drunk. I can tell from her steely expression that she doesn’t believe a word of it and I am suitable chastised and informed that it will be charged to my account.
During classes, I find it hard to concentrate, partly due to the unforgiving nature of the wooden benches in the lecture hall and partly due to thinking about Sean, the smell of him, the feel of him and the noises he made.
I turn up at training, quivering with anticipation and excitement and am rewarded, when he greets me with his killer smile and another clasp on my shoulder.
Tonight, we are scheduled to swim training lengths only and there will be no time trials. It suddenly occurs to me that maybe Sean will think that because he fucked me, I was conceding that he is the better swimmer. As if !
I hit the water first and swim hard, determined that he won’t catch me up. I may lust after him and also want him as my friend, but in the pool, he is still my rival.
He catches on and I can sense that he is right behind me all the way, but I manage to hold him off, although I am relieved when the session is over. I pull myself out of the pool and stand on the side, looking down at him in the water.
“Does that bet still stand, Sean ? I grin, holding my hand out to help him climb from the pool.
I yell, as I hit the water again. The bastard has pulled me in. I surface, spluttering and find his face inches away from mine,
“Now what bet was that, Viggo ?”
Sean
Despite the size of his mattress, I sleep pretty well, but am awake early. Viggo is still sound asleep, and in the bleak morning light I watch his relaxed face. When I think about last night, I am a bit surprised that I feel that way, but I have no regrets. In fact, thinking about it makes my cock twitch.
I entangle myself from Viggo carefully, and put on my clothes, which smell of beer and smoke. I am going to skip a few morning classes, so I can go home, shower and change, And then I need to do some shopping.
I hesitate before I go, I don’t want Viggo to think I ran away, when he wakes up. I decide to leave him a note, but it’s hard to find the right words. In the end I just scribble the words ‘Thanks, see you at training’, and then leave.
I walk home, just to clear my head and because it feels good being outside so early in the morning. When I get home, my mum is in the kitchen making breakfast. She smiles when she sees me and makes me sit down and eat. We just talk a little, and I am grateful she doesn’t ask any questions.
When I stand up to go and shower, her voice stops me.
“Sean, will you be careful ?”
I turn around and grin at her reassuringly. “Sure, mum, don’t worry.”
I still grin as I walk upstairs, knowing exactly what she means. Well, at least it’s not bloody likely I’ll get Viggo pregnant !
Later I go to two different chemists, buying lubrication in one place and condoms in the other. No need to openly display it. I want to be prepared for the next time, especially as it might as well be my arse then. I don’t think for a second Viggo will just keep rolling over for me, and I wouldn’t want that either. Not that I will be that easy, I will make him work for it.
I can’t help feeling a bit nervous when I enter the pool later that day, but Viggo is already there, and we smile at each other. We are put to work immediately, just training lengths this time. I am determined to win tonight, it’s not like I’ll be more pliant with him, just because he let me fuck him.
It’s obvious he’s not giving in to me either and the bastard even manages to beat me. He climbs out of the pool, looking smug. He offers me hand grinning, “does that bet still stand, Sean ?”
I grab the hand and pull it strongly, yanking him in. We are almost nose to nose when he emerges, shaking his head. “Now what bet was that, Viggo ?”
Before he can answer the coach’s loud whistle startles us both. A sly hand under water finds its way to my arse and pinches it quickly. “Later,” he says and then he hauls himself out of the pool again.
Afterwards, we shower and dress quickly. Outside I look at him, not wanting to take too much for granted, but his grin tells me all I need to know, so I follow him up to his room.
His bed has been replaced, and I laugh when he tells me about it.
“Perhaps we’d better take the mattress out again though,” I say.”
When done, I pull the bottle of lubrication and the condoms out of my pocket and show them to him.
“I came prepared this time.”
He grins wolfishly. “That’s good Sean, I am sure that will make it a less painful experience for you.”
“What makes you think I will...”
He steps closer, his hands on my shoulder, pushing me down firmly. I struggle a little, not too much, but just for fun.
“You can’t make me Viggo,” and even I can hear the smile in my voice. Then I am down on the mattress, his voice a growl in my ear.
“You bet your 'arse' I can Sean !”
THE END
Kissing Viggo is so hot, that I am beyond caring where we are exactly and if anyone can see us. We are grinding our bodies against each other hard, and I am very close to coming in my pants, when Viggo entangles himself from me. His voice sounds husky and strained, and his eyes glisten in the dark.
“Sean, come back to my room, please?”
For a brief moment I hesitate, fully aware where that will lead to, but fuck, I want him, so I nod. On our way back to the Uni, I think about my mum, how she will worry when I don’t show up. It’s not that there’s some outspoken rule, I am an adult and I can do as I please, but I know she won’t be able to sleep if she doesn’t hear from me. Despite feeling like a schoolboy I say to Viggo that I need to call her, tell her I won’t be home tonight.
Viggo doesn’t mock me, but seems to understand, so I make the call and we’re on our way again. Most students are probably asleep it still out, so we manage to get to Viggo’s room without being seen.
Stepping in, he turns and grabs my jacket, pulling me in. He locks the door behind me, we look at each other and then we are kissing again. Between us both our hands fumble with clothes and zippers, and I hear a tearing sound, but I don’t give a fuck. And then finally, finally I card my fingers through that thick pelt on his chest. Finding a nipple, I roll it between my fingers, and he squirms and bucks under my hands,
He grabs my arm, and we stumble over falling clothes through his small, stuffed room until we reach the bed in the far corner, still kissing. He pushes me down on his bed, and there’s no other option for him than climb on top of me. The beds in these student units are clearly designed by a sadistic furniture manufacturer, who felt there was no need to encourage sex amongst students.
I’ve done it before, and I am sure Viggo has too, but being two not so small guys makes it even harder. But then Viggo’s hand unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them down, makes me harder, and I forget about the bed. I wriggle myself out of my jeans, eager to have his hand, his mouth or whatever on my cock. Somewhere on the way I have managed to pull off his tee shirt, because he’s bare-chested and I latch my mouth to one of his nipples, coarse hair between my teeth.
I just need to taste him more, and I pull him down impatiently, until we manage to roll over and I am on top. I follow the path of the hair, licking him all the way down to the waistband of his jeans. He moans when I open his fly and mouth his cock through his briefs, taking in his smell and the feel of the throbbing flesh behind the fabric.
He pushes up his hips, eager to lose his clothes, and I help him to shove them down to his thighs, trapping him there while I bend over and take his cock in my mouth. He arches from the bed, and then there’s a loud cracking sound as the bed collapses beneath us.
Viggo
Just as I get Sean where I want him, safely locked in my room, with his mouth wrapped around my cock, the earth moves and not in a good way.
There’s a deafening crack and we land on the floor with me underneath, which drives all the breath from my body. Sean keeps hold of me, but the shock makes him forget that he has teeth, with painful results for my cock.
We lie there for a moment, dazed, then I say,
“Fuck, Sean ! You nearly bit the goddam thing right off !” and suddenly, we are both laughing hysterically together.
My neighbour bangs on the wall from next door and asks what the fuck is going on and am I okay, so I shout back,
“Sorry ! Yeah, okay !”
We stand up and survey the damage, pulling the mattress off of the base, which is made of a thin sheet of pine, now showing a big crack with jagged edges, like the teeth of a saw. It’s clear that the bed is unusable and I am gonna have to explain to the authorities.
Sean laughs and says we are lucky not to have “spells” in our arses and I am confused for a minute, before he explains he means splinters. That reminds me about his ass, though and in spite of the shock, we are both still hard and have unfinished business.
We pull the mattress and lay it on the floor, then I catch Sean off balance and push him down, face first.
“Just checking for “spells”, I say, as I straddle him, running my hands over the smooth globes of his ass.
He arches his back and turns at the same time, dislodging me and pulling me back under him on the mattress. Grabbing my cock, he inspects it closely, telling me he is checking for teeth marks, growling as he does and my answering snigger becomes a yelp, as he swallows me again.
The voice from next door wearily tells us that it doesn’t mind what we are doing in there, so long as we do it quietly as ‘some people are trying to sleep’.
I am past caring. I have had blow jobs before, from girls, but never really felt like they were enjoying themselves. Sean is going at it with such enthusiasm and pleasure that this is better than anything I have done before. I know I won’t last long and I feel the tingling sensation in my belly, as my balls tighten and I pull at his hair to tell him I am about to shoot my load.
Sean’s head comes up, releasing my cock and I hit him in the face with strings of cum. The sight of his face, mouth still open, delicate pink tongue poking out, with my spunk trickling down in pearly stripes is so dirty and hot that I can’t resist running two fingers through the stripes and brushing them against his lips.
He sucks at my fingers hungrily, then pulls back and picks up my tee shirt to wipe his face. His voice is husky as he asks me,
“Got rubbers ?”
I nod and pull my wallet out of my jeans, fishing for my emergency supply. What I don’t have is anything to make things easy and suddenly, now it comes to it, I feel nervous, my mouth goes dry and I sober up instantly.
Sean takes the foil packet from me and tells me to turn over. His cock is standing almost upright, the tip engorged and purple. I hesitate in a moment of panic. Surely that’s not going to fit ? He takes over and turns me quite roughly, pushing my face down into the mattress. His hands are shaking and I start to shake too, as I hear him tear open the packet. He pauses to roll the thing on, swearing softly as he does.
He pulls at my hips, so that my knees are under me, my ass sticking up in the air, then I hear him suck at his fingers and the first one breaches me and pushes in slowly. I hold my breath, forehead resting on the mattress and my hands clutching the edges as if I am about to fall off and over a cliff.
Sean
Fucking cheap beds ! For a moment we both freeze in shock, until Viggo speaks.
“Fuck, Sean ! You nearly bit the goddam thing right off !”
I realize I am indeed still clenching my teeth around Viggo’s cock, which probably is rather painful, and I let go of him. Then the absurdity of the situation hits us and we laugh out loud. The bloke next door bangs on the wall, more from worry than annoyance I guess, and Viggo shouts back his reassurance.
A quick check shows us the bed is beyond repairing, and we laugh again when I teach Viggo a bit of real Yorkshire English, enlightening him about spells. I am still hard as hell though, and determined to finish what I started. We pull out the mattress and put it on the floor, then Viggo pushes me face down on it, straddling me, supposedly checking my arse for spells. I throw him off, and roll over so I am back on top, ready to pick up where we left off.
“Checking for teeth marks,” I say and he giggles, until I swallow his cock. He tastes so good, and even though I’ve never done it before, I love the way it gives me power over him, makes him squirm beneath me.
Gripping my hair, he suddenly pulls me off, and before I can even move he comes, striping my face with his load. I blink, but when he drags his fingers over my face and brings them to my mouth I suck at them eagerly. It’s all so hot, and I want him, I just need to fuck him.
I grab the nearest piece of clothing from the floor to wipe my face, and then ask him for rubbers. He nods and pulls one from his wallet. Viggo hesitates, and I understand how he feels, but I still need to fuck him, so I tell him firmly to turn over. He stares at my cock, panic coming up, but I take hold of him and turn him over roughly. I want him so much that I am shaking, which doesn't make it easy to get the condom on.
I pull at him, getting him in what seems to be the most comfortable position and then suck my fingers, wetting them thoroughly, as there’s no other way to make this easier for him. I start slowly, pushing in one finger, even though all I really want is to get my cock into that tight clenching heat.
His face is down in the mattress, his hands closed around the edges, as I wet and add another finger. His breathing is becoming ragged now, and I have to force myself to keep this slow pace. I push my fingers a little further inside and suddenly his body jerks, and he starts pushing back. I do it again, and this time Viggo starts pleading, his voice on the edge of breaking.
“Oh God Sean, again, oh please,” and I stroke that spot again and again, until I no longer can restrain myself, pulling him up a bit higher on his knees. Spitting in my hand I slick my cock. I bend over, kissing the nape of his neck, gripping his hip, my other hand on my cock, pushing in slowly.
We both hiss at the first breach, he’s so tight, and I have to fight not to start moving. Slowly, inch by inch by inch I work myself into him. He moans, and I slowly start moving, trying to find that spot again, and suddenly, he spasms, clenching around my cock, and I finally let go.
I close my eyes, no longer able to look at the way he’s pushing back at me, and I just fuck him. I put my right hand between his shoulder blades and push him down, thrusting in hard, almost hammering, trying to ignore those hot sounds he’s making. I know I won’t last long and I slide my other hand around him, fisting his cock. He comes almost immediately, the way he clenches around me too much and I come with a yell.
When we’ve got our breath back, I carefully roll off him, removing the condom. He’s still lying with his face down, and I lay a hand on his shoulder.
“Viggo, are you okay ? I am sorry if I hurt you.”
He slowly lifts his head to look at me, a grin breaking through.
“I probably won’t be able to sit for a week, but who cares ? Yes, I am fine Sean.”
Viggo
My fingers tighten on the edges of the mattress, my knuckles white with tension and I squeeze my eyes closed, gritting my teeth against the burning pain.
Shit, this is only his fingers and it hurts like hell. My cock has wilted like a deflated balloon. I am beginning to wonder if it is worth it, when he touches something inside me and sends an electric shock of pleasure right down to my toes.
My cock perks up immediately and I push my ass back, wanting to feel that again. He finds the spot again and I hear myself babbling to him, begging for more.
He hitches me up and grips my hip, then surprises me by leaning over and kissing the back of my neck, but I don’t have time to process that, before he is pushing his dick into me, slowly, but relentlessly.
I hiss with pain and bury my head in the mattress, biting my lip and trying not to yell. At first it feels like he is shoving a broom handle up there and the stretch is not pleasant, but I force myself to relax and that seems to help. How he manages to go so slow, I don’t know, but as I get used to him, the pain grows less and I moan, needing more.
He changes angle and brushes that spot again, I feel myself spasm with pleasure and then he is off, slamming into me and fisting my cock at the same time. I come almost at once and he follows.
I feel him move off me and I stretch ot my cramped legs, but stay where I am on the mattress. Somehow, I am not ready to face him yet and I need to know how he will react now we have crossed the line.
Reassuringly, his hand clasps my shoulder and he asks if I am okay, with genuine concern in his voice. I turn and grin like an idiot, telling him I am fine, but I probably won’t be able to sit for a week. I realize with a twinge, that I am not joking and I hate to think what taking a shit will be like.
I wonder if he will still stay, but he collects my pillow and duvet from the wreckage of the bed and we make a nest on the mattress and curl up together, falling asleep almost immediately.
When I wake, Sean has slipped away, but there is a note on my desk, saying “Thanks, see you at training”. I make it through the day, from the ribbing I get at breakfast from the guy next door, through explaining to the housekeeper about the broken bed, which I claim happened, when I jumped on it, while drunk. I can tell from her steely expression that she doesn’t believe a word of it and I am suitable chastised and informed that it will be charged to my account.
During classes, I find it hard to concentrate, partly due to the unforgiving nature of the wooden benches in the lecture hall and partly due to thinking about Sean, the smell of him, the feel of him and the noises he made.
I turn up at training, quivering with anticipation and excitement and am rewarded, when he greets me with his killer smile and another clasp on my shoulder.
Tonight, we are scheduled to swim training lengths only and there will be no time trials. It suddenly occurs to me that maybe Sean will think that because he fucked me, I was conceding that he is the better swimmer. As if !
I hit the water first and swim hard, determined that he won’t catch me up. I may lust after him and also want him as my friend, but in the pool, he is still my rival.
He catches on and I can sense that he is right behind me all the way, but I manage to hold him off, although I am relieved when the session is over. I pull myself out of the pool and stand on the side, looking down at him in the water.
“Does that bet still stand, Sean ? I grin, holding my hand out to help him climb from the pool.
I yell, as I hit the water again. The bastard has pulled me in. I surface, spluttering and find his face inches away from mine,
“Now what bet was that, Viggo ?”
Sean
Despite the size of his mattress, I sleep pretty well, but am awake early. Viggo is still sound asleep, and in the bleak morning light I watch his relaxed face. When I think about last night, I am a bit surprised that I feel that way, but I have no regrets. In fact, thinking about it makes my cock twitch.
I entangle myself from Viggo carefully, and put on my clothes, which smell of beer and smoke. I am going to skip a few morning classes, so I can go home, shower and change, And then I need to do some shopping.
I hesitate before I go, I don’t want Viggo to think I ran away, when he wakes up. I decide to leave him a note, but it’s hard to find the right words. In the end I just scribble the words ‘Thanks, see you at training’, and then leave.
I walk home, just to clear my head and because it feels good being outside so early in the morning. When I get home, my mum is in the kitchen making breakfast. She smiles when she sees me and makes me sit down and eat. We just talk a little, and I am grateful she doesn’t ask any questions.
When I stand up to go and shower, her voice stops me.
“Sean, will you be careful ?”
I turn around and grin at her reassuringly. “Sure, mum, don’t worry.”
I still grin as I walk upstairs, knowing exactly what she means. Well, at least it’s not bloody likely I’ll get Viggo pregnant !
Later I go to two different chemists, buying lubrication in one place and condoms in the other. No need to openly display it. I want to be prepared for the next time, especially as it might as well be my arse then. I don’t think for a second Viggo will just keep rolling over for me, and I wouldn’t want that either. Not that I will be that easy, I will make him work for it.
I can’t help feeling a bit nervous when I enter the pool later that day, but Viggo is already there, and we smile at each other. We are put to work immediately, just training lengths this time. I am determined to win tonight, it’s not like I’ll be more pliant with him, just because he let me fuck him.
It’s obvious he’s not giving in to me either and the bastard even manages to beat me. He climbs out of the pool, looking smug. He offers me hand grinning, “does that bet still stand, Sean ?”
I grab the hand and pull it strongly, yanking him in. We are almost nose to nose when he emerges, shaking his head. “Now what bet was that, Viggo ?”
Before he can answer the coach’s loud whistle startles us both. A sly hand under water finds its way to my arse and pinches it quickly. “Later,” he says and then he hauls himself out of the pool again.
Afterwards, we shower and dress quickly. Outside I look at him, not wanting to take too much for granted, but his grin tells me all I need to know, so I follow him up to his room.
His bed has been replaced, and I laugh when he tells me about it.
“Perhaps we’d better take the mattress out again though,” I say.”
When done, I pull the bottle of lubrication and the condoms out of my pocket and show them to him.
“I came prepared this time.”
He grins wolfishly. “That’s good Sean, I am sure that will make it a less painful experience for you.”
“What makes you think I will...”
He steps closer, his hands on my shoulder, pushing me down firmly. I struggle a little, not too much, but just for fun.
“You can’t make me Viggo,” and even I can hear the smile in my voice. Then I am down on the mattress, his voice a growl in my ear.
“You bet your 'arse' I can Sean !”
THE END
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Date: 2007-12-05 03:32 pm (UTC)And I have a smile on my face . . . lovely story!!
I don't know how you two lovely ladies keep coming up with these ideas, but I'm very glad you do!! :)
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Date: 2007-12-06 10:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-05 08:30 pm (UTC)I do love the combination of vig/sean and fun. And you two write me lots of fun! Thanks.
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Date: 2007-12-06 10:03 am (UTC)