Family Values 3/7
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rugbytackleTitle : Family Values 3/7
Pairing : Sean/Viggo
Rating : upto NC-17
Warning : AU
Summary : Sean is a succesfull solicitor, and unhappily married. Guess what happens when his daughter falls in love with Viggo's son. Viggo who is unruly and hippy-like.
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mooms (Viggo) & govi20 (Sean)
DISCLAIMER : Written for fun, not for profit. All lies !
Previous parts : here
Pairing : Sean/Viggo
Rating : upto NC-17
Warning : AU
Summary : Sean is a succesfull solicitor, and unhappily married. Guess what happens when his daughter falls in love with Viggo's son. Viggo who is unruly and hippy-like.
Authors :
mooms (Viggo) & govi20 (Sean) DISCLAIMER : Written for fun, not for profit. All lies !
Previous parts : here
Family Values
Part 3/7
Sean
I find it impossible to lie to him, and before I know it I start telling him about it, about the clubs and all. Halfway, I notice that our glasses are empty and I stand up to get 2 new ones. I really need the liquid courage now!
Viggo urges me on when I get back and I tell it all, the fucking story of my life. A success story maybe, in most people’s eyes. Someone with my background climbing up the ladder like this, but Viggo can clearly read between the lines, so I tell him how awful my life really is. The only pleasure in it is Lucy, and now even she is taken away from me.
A warm hand closes over mine, and I stare at that hand lying there. It’s a strong hand, with long fingers, and I swallow trying to get rid the images going through my head. Is it the beer or am I really – after more than 25 years in a dry spell – attracted by this man? Now what would Mary say to that, or worse, what would Lucy say to that?
Before I can decide what to do, someone is standing next to our table,
“Hi Viggo, can I buy you a drink? Your friend too.”
Viggo asks for Talisker, and even though I know I will probably have to crawl home, I nod in agreement, because something tells me this is not really a friend of Viggo’s. When the guy has gone, he spits it out.
“That, my friend is the guy, who is fucking my wife and who she’s going to leave me for!”
Of course I can’t go into it. This Paul is already on his way back to our table, and I can only stare at Viggo.
So it’s not all paradise in his house either. I slowly turn around my hand under his, and squeeze it in sympathy, before I slowly pull mine away. Luckily Paul doesn’t come and sit with us, just puts down our glasses and clinks his against ours, then leaves.
“Fuck,” I say to Viggo, “are you sure?”
He snorts derisively, “Yes, Chris isn’t exactly secretive about it,”
“So why don’t we wait for him outside and rip out his spinal cord?” I say jokingly.
Viggo looks at me without smiling. “I still love Chris, but I am no longer in love with her Sean. Maybe it’s time to move on for me, too.”
My heart starts beating wildly, and I am about to respond, when my mobile phone starts ringing. I sigh, because I know all too well who it is. Mary’s shrill voice sounds somehow horrible, and I cover my other ear with my hand to be able to concentrate on what she says.
When she asks me where Lucy is, I stand up, smiling apologetically to Viggo and walk to the back of the pub, where the gents are. When I explain what happened, her voice rises in anger and even more so when I answer to her question of where I am now.
I try to decipher the scribbled messages on the wall while she rattles along until I can take it no longer and cut through her litany.
“I won’t be coming home today, Mary,” I say, and there’s a shocked silence for a while, before she finds her voice again.
“What do you mean, Sean, where will you go then?” She’s panicking now, her world falling apart.
“I will probably end up sleeping with Viggo too,” I say, grinning inwardly at the pun.. I realize I am pretty drunk, but I don’t give a fuck, end the call and throw the phone into the waste bin. I never liked mobile phones.
I go back and sit at Viggo’s table. He looks at me expectantly, and I tell him.. well not all, but most of the call. He laughs about my mobile phone and admits to not even having one, and I am not surprised at all.
Slowly it’s occurring to me that I really don’t know where to sleep tonight, and as good as it felt when I talked to Mary, I might have been a bit hasty, but then again, I can’t imagine sleeping next to her in the same bed or even in the same house. There’s nothing for it, I will have to find a hotel.
Viggo doesn’t seem very anxious to go home either, and I can easily see why. Chris will be pretty mad seeing him drunk, while she she’s probably been worrying about him and me fighting.
“You can always crash with me in my hotel room mate, if she won’t let you in,” I say and we giggle like schoolboys.
I don’t know if it’s the beer and the scotch, but life seems a lot brighter than this morning, and I am not so worried about Lucy any more. Of course I want her home with me again, but I am beginning to see that I have made a few mistakes the last few weeks.
‘And even bigger ones the last 25 years,’ I think while I look at Viggo.
Viggo
Sean stares at me, stunned after I drop my bombshell.
I am gratified by the fact that he squeezes my hand in comfort, as I just did his. He asks me if I am sure, then enquires why we are not taking him outside and doing something painful to him.
I decide it’s time to level with him, after he was opening up to me so nicely, before Paul put in an appearance and tell him that I’m not “in love” with Chris any more and maybe it’s time for me to move on.
He is still digesting the information, when his cell phone rings and there are no prizes for guessing who is calling. He winces at the sound of an angry voice, which even sounds shrill to me at second hand. With an apologetic grin, he takes Mary into the men’s rest rooms to deal with her. My advice would be to flush her. Thank God that Chris is never shrill, even at her maddest.
I experience a pang of guilt that I haven’t let Chris know where I am and what is going on. Maybe I should borrow Sean’s phone, when he gets back. I don’t have my own cell, as I hate the damn things and I would only lose it, anyway!
Sean is back pretty quickly and tells me he has thrown his phone in the trash and told Mary that he won’t be home today. He plans on getting a hotel room and he jokingly tells me that I am welcome to crash there.
We giggle helplessly together and I remember that we have each downed three pints and a malt, within a very short time. A nice quiet hotel room to sleep it off seems very welcoming and I would also welcome some time alone with Sean.
He has dumped his phone, but I have an evil idea and stroll up to Paul, who is propping up the bar with a couple of cronies.
“Mind if I borrow your cell phone, Paul? I need to call Chris and I don’t have one.”
He looks at me patronisingly and tosses it over.
“Be my guest. She’s on speed dial.”
His friends exchange a glance and snigger into their beer.
“Of course, she is!” I say and ignore them.
Chris answers Paul’s phone on the second ring and her voice sounds breathy and eager, almost girlish.
“Sorry to disappoint, Honey, but it’s me. How are things at your end?”
Chris must be surprised that I am using Paul’s phone, but makes a swift recovery and doesn’t ask me why. She tells me that Lucy is settled in and there have been tears, but Blake has all that in hand and is comforting her.
She has just had Mary on the phone, hysterical, asking whether Sean is moving in with us as well and accusing me of getting him drunk and alienating her entire family.
She is not best pleased, when I tell her that I am in the pub with Sean and Paul and that Sean is too upset to go home, so I am going to see him safely to a hotel and I will probably crash there with him tonight. I tell her I will see her tomorrow and she hangs up.
I use Paul’s phone to call us a cab and make a reservation at a nearby hotel, then I take it back to him.
Clearly I am more affected by the drink on an empty stomach than I realized, as I trip over the brass rail running round the base of the bar and drop Paul’s phone into his beer with a satisfying plop.
Apologising insincerely between sniggers, I am dragged outside by Sean, to wait for our cab, as Paul and his mates look at the submerged phone in disbelief. I get a mental picture of Blake rolling his eyes at me and I get another fit of helpless giggles.
On the way to the hotel, I tell Sean about Paul being the coordinator at the local Carers’ charity, where Chris works part time. He also plays in a band and they enjoy making sweet music together.
Sean grips my arm and says,
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t make bad jokes and pretend it doesn’t hurt you. Even if you’re not “in love” you still care about her. I could see that Saturday night. There’s still something there. Believe me, I’m an expert on the opposite situation.”
“Well sure. I do still care some. We’ve been married 18 years, we actually like each other and we have Blake together, but this is not her first affair, Sean and this time, I know it’s not a fling. Chris is about to leave me and I don’t care enough any more to try and get her to stay.”
We pay off the cab and check into the hotel. The bored receptionist doesn’t seem to notice that we have no bags, so long as she has a credit card imprint.
As Sean puts the key card into the slot, I feel a tingle of something down my spine, but I am not sure if it’s fear, excitement or plain anticipation.
Sean
I watch Viggo go to this rival and borrow his mobile phone, probably to call Chris. That’s quite a thing to do, and I must admire him for ignoring Paul’s friends clearly mocking him. I couldn’t bear that. But then he drops Paul’s very trendy, small, state-of the-art mobile phone in his pint, and I just know he did that on purpose.
I grin widely, while I take Viggo by the arm and steer him outside to wait for the cab he just ordered. In the cab he tells me all about this Paul and how he’s met Chris at work, and his voice goes flat, when he speaks about them making music together. I am sobering up a little, and I try to make him see reason. I think there’s still something there between them, and he shouldn’t give up this easily. But it seems that Chris has already made up her mind and it’s all over.
Well, that’s how things go in life sometimes and at least Viggo and Christ still like each other, which is more than can be said about Mary and me, I suppose. We check in, and my credit card seems to be more then enough to get us a room, the girl behind the desk doesn’t seem even remotely interested in us.
I am opening the door with the key card when I suddenly remember something essential.
“Fuck,” I say, “I have only one cigarette left, have you got yours with you? I don’t think I will manage without smoking.”
“No,” he says, “I just ran out of the house to try and intercept you. But hey, there’s a shop just around the corner, I’ll get us some.”
When I protest, he grins at me. “You have paid for the room Sean, it’s only fair I take care of something too.” And then he’s gone.
I open the door, and walk into the standard room. I sit on one of the two big beds, and take a deep breath.
The row with Lucy this morning, and then the shock of knowing she wasn’t coming back; I felt so helpless, and so much in need of blaming and hurting someone, especially Viggo, as I couldn’t really hit his son, as much as I wanted too.
And now, hours later I am about to share a hotel room with the same man, am about to.. well, whatever might happen between us. I look at the phone, thinking how it’s still not too late. I could call Mary, apologize, say I was drunk and get back to my old life.
But I don’t want too, and I slowly start to take off my shoes. When Viggo knocks I am only wearing my jeans, and we lay back on the beds, smoking happily. Viggo has tried the radio button next to the bed, but it’s only producing some sort of horrible tinned sound and he turns it off.
”So Sean,” he says and shifts on the bed to lie on his side and look at me. `In all these years you never strayed from the straight path? You never revisited your wild youth?”
We’re each on a bed, but there’s only a small space between them, and I slowly stretch out my hand to him. ”No,” I simply say.
He grabs my hand, and then suddenly he stands up and sits on my bed. He gives me a slow smile, while he brings our entwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss on the palm of my hand.
“It has been a long time for me too Sean,” he whispers, while his other hand starts stroking my face and then lower. The moment his hand brushes over my nipples I let out a long shuddering breath, and then he’s lying next to me and we’re kissing frantically.
I try to get my hands on his skin, get them under his shirt, and I hear a tearing sound, but then my fingers are tangled in coarse hair, until I find an already erect nipple to play with. He makes a strangled sound, and I work myself on top of him, grinding our bodies together. I pull back a little to get his shirt off, and then I work my way down, tasting his skin, sucking on his nipple, while my hand works on the fly of his jeans.
His hand sneaks in between, pulling down my zipper and I gasp when I feel his grip on my cock, stroking firmly. It’s so different to the occasional sex I have with Mary maybe three times a year, so much more exciting, and I am already close, and still Viggo’s hand is on my cock.
“I am close,” I manage to bring out, “but I want more than this. Are you all right with that?”
“Hell yes, Sean, I am up for anything,” he says, breathing hard.
“There’s one problem though, we don’t have any ..erm.. supplies.”
Again Viggo smiles that coy smile. “That’s what you think Sean!
Viggo
I run out to the shop for cigarettes, shaking my head to clear it a little.
The real reason I volunteered to do this is that I wanted to pick up some condoms as well. Unless I am reading the situation wrong, something interesting is about to happen between us.
It’s a gamble of course, leaving Sean alone in the room, with his thoughts. I could get back there and find that he’s got cold feet and we’ll just sleep off the pub in separate twin beds.
In any case, this could be a really bad idea. It seems clear that both of our marriages are effectively over, but how the kids will take the idea of their dads getting together is a worry.
We brought Blake up real broad minded and he is even aware that I had relationships with men before I married his mom. I know, even though we haven’t discussed it, that he also knows about Chris and Paul. Trouble is, when it comes to your parents, liberal thoughts are likely to fly out the window.
As for Lucy, she seems like a free spirit and an independent thinker, but she’s also got Mary’s genes and shock may lead her to revert to type.
What the hell, though, right now, I know that unless Sean has changed his mind, I will go along with anything he wants. I am trembling as I knock softly on our door.
Sean hasn’t bolted through the fire escape, while I’ve been gone. He is barefoot and wearing only his jeans. For an office-bound guy, he is in pretty good shape. He gratefully accepts a cigarette and we each stretch out on one of the beds, smoking. Off course, all the rooms are non-smoking, so we fan the smoke away from the smoke-alarms and use a glass from the bathroom as an ashtray.
I nervously fiddle with the radio, but the sound coming out of there is horrible, so I give it up, stub out my cigarette and turn on my side to look at Sean.
I ask him if he’s never strayed and revisited his wild youth in all these years and he tells me “No”, but stretches out his hand.
‘Okay,’ I think, well you are sure as hell about to stray now, my friend and I move in on him, reassuring him that it’s been a long time for me, too.
Then lust takes over and rational thought goes out the window, as we are kissing hungrily and grinding our hips together. He manages to get my shirt off and I work my way down his smooth chest, licking and sucking, while my hands lose no time in unzipping his jeans and capturing his already hard cock.
He grows at me that he wants more and asks if I am okay with that. I tell him I am, but then he hesitates, because he thinks we have no supplies.
Smugly, I tell him he is wrong and wriggle upright to get the condoms out of my jeans pocket.
Sean laughs and tells me that I was obviously a boy scout, then he frowns a little, which is so cute, that I have to press a kiss right on the furrow in his brow.
“Viggo, it’s been more than 25 years. Do you reckon it’s like riding a bike and you never forget?”
“Well how about we oil up your chain and flip your gears and we’ll find out? Looks like you are pumped up already!”
We laugh and I am surprised how easy and relaxed we already are together. It’s hard to believe that we only met last night and that this morning he wanted to tear my head off.
The head of his cock is bobbing tantalizingly close to my face and I can’t resist teasing him with my tongue a little. He moans and grabs my hair, pulling my head up.
“Please, too close,” he pants,”not this way, need….”
I understand and I grab his jeans and boxers, pulling them off in one go. As I unzip my own jeans and scramble out of them, I remember that we don’t have any lube - the corner newsagent didn’t run to that- so in spite of Sean’s confused look, I run into the bathroom and snag the little bottle of body lotion from the shelf.
As I get back to the bed, I see understanding dawn and roll onto my stomach, handing him the bottle and telling him,
“Careful, it’s only small.”
“You speak for yourself, mate,” he sniggers, as I feel his long fingers, cool with lotion, circle my opening and then push inside, gently, but firmly, while his other hand slips beneath me and grips my swollen cock,
“Sorry, I stand corrected.” Then seriously and huskily,”On your knees for me, please.”
I obey and move onto my knees, cradling my head on my arms and pushing my ass back at him. As he stretches me, familiar feelings from the past come flooding back and I wonder how it was that I could leave this behind.
“Ready, please…..”I gasp and I groan as the fingers disappear and I hear the rustle of foil and the feel the hard, blunt head of his cock pushing against me.
It hurts and I call back all my memories and push down to meet him, squeezing my eyes shut and biting my hand, gasping with relief, when I feel my body open for him and let him slip through the first obstacle.
He waits a moment, and then pushes on relentlessly, burning and stretching me, but filling me in a way I had forgotten. He’s being considerate and patient, but I can feel the tension in his body and I know what he needs.
“Sean, for God’s sake, just fuck me!”
And he does.
Sean
I don’t know if he just got them, or carried them with him all along, but he produces condoms from his jeans pockets. Then an unnerving thought hits me; I am not young any more, and I am way out of practice. But maybe it is like riding a bike, and when I share my thoughts with Viggo, he just jokes about it until we are both laughing.
The moment he grabs my cock and licks the head it’s already too much. As good as it feels I pull him away by his hair, knowing I won’t last that way, and I tell him I really need to be inside him.
He almost rips off my jeans and boxers, then his own, and I blink when he suddenly jumps up and nearly runs into the bathroom. He shows me the small complimentary bottle in his hand, and oh yes I am out of practice, how could I forget?
I'm aroused and also nervous as hell, but we’re still able to make jokes. Then I spread the lotion over my fingers, push one slowly inside him, and there’s no more joking. I try to prepare him as well as I can, afraid I might hurt him.
My voice shakes when I tell him to get on his knees, but he does so without hesitating. He is so beautiful, and the way he positions himself on the bed makes it hard to breath. I keep stretching him until he chokes out he’s ready. Fumbling with the condom I finally succeed in getting the foil off.
And then I carefully enter him, into that tight velvet heat, and even though I know it must hurt he’s pushing back and slowly opening up for me. We groan in unison, and I clench my teeth to not let go, my body trembling with need and want. It’s good. I don’t think it has ever felt this good.
And then he says it: “Sean, for God’s sake, just fuck me!”, and every restraint is gone. I grab his hip with one hand, the other hand pressing between his shoulder blades to keep him down and I fuck him, my head spinning with lust, and possessiveness, I pound into his body, watching him squirm underneath me, the sounds he makes urging me on.
He begins to sound desperate, and I lean over him, biting the nape of his neck. I grab his straining cock and start stroking him in counterpoint to my thrusts. I feel the sweet clenching of his body around me, and his cock jerks in my hand when he comes with a strangled cry. Just another few deep thrusts and my body shudders in a dizzying release.
I slump on top of him, my heart beating like crazy and blood still pounding in my ears. Slowly I am beginning to breathe normally again, and I realize I am practically crushing Viggo, so I carefully slide off to the side, and get rid of the condom.
I go to the bathroom and wet a washcloth, to clean us both up. I toss it on the floor and then lie down next to him, putting my arms around him. We don’t talk. It doesn’t seem necessary. We just hold on to each other. He yawns, so I pull up the duvet around us, and then we sleep.
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When I open my eyes, it must be hours later. I feel disorientated. A warm body is pressed against mine, and it all comes back to me with a shock. Panic hits me when I realize what I’ve done. I’ve had sex with the father of my daughter’s boyfriend. What if she finds out? What are we going to do?
And it’s not like we can go back and pretend it didn’t happen. We were both drunk a little, but not drunk enough to not know what we were doing. It was great, and it felt fucking wonderful. There was more to it than just sex, I know that for sure.
I think what we did has put a definite end to our marriages, which was likely to happen anyway, but what about our kids? I groan when I think about Lucy, and Viggo stirs, his voice a bit rough with sleep.
“Are you okay Sean?”
“No,” I croak out honestly, “I am panicking a bit here.”
I don’t have to explain anything, he seems to understand what I mean and his arms close around me tightly.
“We’ll deal with it Sean, don’t worry. One way or the other we’ll deal with it.”
His tone of voice is soothing and I want to believe him, need to believe we can make it work. He’s stroking my back, his hand dipping lower and lower, my body arching up under his hands. And then we’re kissing again.
“We have to talk,” I say in between kisses.”
“Mmmm...,” he agrees, “later.”
“Yeah, later,‘ I say and I watch him going down my body, taking my cock in his hand. His lips almost touching the head, he looks up at me and smiles.
“I am gonna blow away your worries,” and then the wet heat of his mouth engulfs me.
TBC
Part 3/7
Sean
I find it impossible to lie to him, and before I know it I start telling him about it, about the clubs and all. Halfway, I notice that our glasses are empty and I stand up to get 2 new ones. I really need the liquid courage now!
Viggo urges me on when I get back and I tell it all, the fucking story of my life. A success story maybe, in most people’s eyes. Someone with my background climbing up the ladder like this, but Viggo can clearly read between the lines, so I tell him how awful my life really is. The only pleasure in it is Lucy, and now even she is taken away from me.
A warm hand closes over mine, and I stare at that hand lying there. It’s a strong hand, with long fingers, and I swallow trying to get rid the images going through my head. Is it the beer or am I really – after more than 25 years in a dry spell – attracted by this man? Now what would Mary say to that, or worse, what would Lucy say to that?
Before I can decide what to do, someone is standing next to our table,
“Hi Viggo, can I buy you a drink? Your friend too.”
Viggo asks for Talisker, and even though I know I will probably have to crawl home, I nod in agreement, because something tells me this is not really a friend of Viggo’s. When the guy has gone, he spits it out.
“That, my friend is the guy, who is fucking my wife and who she’s going to leave me for!”
Of course I can’t go into it. This Paul is already on his way back to our table, and I can only stare at Viggo.
So it’s not all paradise in his house either. I slowly turn around my hand under his, and squeeze it in sympathy, before I slowly pull mine away. Luckily Paul doesn’t come and sit with us, just puts down our glasses and clinks his against ours, then leaves.
“Fuck,” I say to Viggo, “are you sure?”
He snorts derisively, “Yes, Chris isn’t exactly secretive about it,”
“So why don’t we wait for him outside and rip out his spinal cord?” I say jokingly.
Viggo looks at me without smiling. “I still love Chris, but I am no longer in love with her Sean. Maybe it’s time to move on for me, too.”
My heart starts beating wildly, and I am about to respond, when my mobile phone starts ringing. I sigh, because I know all too well who it is. Mary’s shrill voice sounds somehow horrible, and I cover my other ear with my hand to be able to concentrate on what she says.
When she asks me where Lucy is, I stand up, smiling apologetically to Viggo and walk to the back of the pub, where the gents are. When I explain what happened, her voice rises in anger and even more so when I answer to her question of where I am now.
I try to decipher the scribbled messages on the wall while she rattles along until I can take it no longer and cut through her litany.
“I won’t be coming home today, Mary,” I say, and there’s a shocked silence for a while, before she finds her voice again.
“What do you mean, Sean, where will you go then?” She’s panicking now, her world falling apart.
“I will probably end up sleeping with Viggo too,” I say, grinning inwardly at the pun.. I realize I am pretty drunk, but I don’t give a fuck, end the call and throw the phone into the waste bin. I never liked mobile phones.
I go back and sit at Viggo’s table. He looks at me expectantly, and I tell him.. well not all, but most of the call. He laughs about my mobile phone and admits to not even having one, and I am not surprised at all.
Slowly it’s occurring to me that I really don’t know where to sleep tonight, and as good as it felt when I talked to Mary, I might have been a bit hasty, but then again, I can’t imagine sleeping next to her in the same bed or even in the same house. There’s nothing for it, I will have to find a hotel.
Viggo doesn’t seem very anxious to go home either, and I can easily see why. Chris will be pretty mad seeing him drunk, while she she’s probably been worrying about him and me fighting.
“You can always crash with me in my hotel room mate, if she won’t let you in,” I say and we giggle like schoolboys.
I don’t know if it’s the beer and the scotch, but life seems a lot brighter than this morning, and I am not so worried about Lucy any more. Of course I want her home with me again, but I am beginning to see that I have made a few mistakes the last few weeks.
‘And even bigger ones the last 25 years,’ I think while I look at Viggo.
Viggo
Sean stares at me, stunned after I drop my bombshell.
I am gratified by the fact that he squeezes my hand in comfort, as I just did his. He asks me if I am sure, then enquires why we are not taking him outside and doing something painful to him.
I decide it’s time to level with him, after he was opening up to me so nicely, before Paul put in an appearance and tell him that I’m not “in love” with Chris any more and maybe it’s time for me to move on.
He is still digesting the information, when his cell phone rings and there are no prizes for guessing who is calling. He winces at the sound of an angry voice, which even sounds shrill to me at second hand. With an apologetic grin, he takes Mary into the men’s rest rooms to deal with her. My advice would be to flush her. Thank God that Chris is never shrill, even at her maddest.
I experience a pang of guilt that I haven’t let Chris know where I am and what is going on. Maybe I should borrow Sean’s phone, when he gets back. I don’t have my own cell, as I hate the damn things and I would only lose it, anyway!
Sean is back pretty quickly and tells me he has thrown his phone in the trash and told Mary that he won’t be home today. He plans on getting a hotel room and he jokingly tells me that I am welcome to crash there.
We giggle helplessly together and I remember that we have each downed three pints and a malt, within a very short time. A nice quiet hotel room to sleep it off seems very welcoming and I would also welcome some time alone with Sean.
He has dumped his phone, but I have an evil idea and stroll up to Paul, who is propping up the bar with a couple of cronies.
“Mind if I borrow your cell phone, Paul? I need to call Chris and I don’t have one.”
He looks at me patronisingly and tosses it over.
“Be my guest. She’s on speed dial.”
His friends exchange a glance and snigger into their beer.
“Of course, she is!” I say and ignore them.
Chris answers Paul’s phone on the second ring and her voice sounds breathy and eager, almost girlish.
“Sorry to disappoint, Honey, but it’s me. How are things at your end?”
Chris must be surprised that I am using Paul’s phone, but makes a swift recovery and doesn’t ask me why. She tells me that Lucy is settled in and there have been tears, but Blake has all that in hand and is comforting her.
She has just had Mary on the phone, hysterical, asking whether Sean is moving in with us as well and accusing me of getting him drunk and alienating her entire family.
She is not best pleased, when I tell her that I am in the pub with Sean and Paul and that Sean is too upset to go home, so I am going to see him safely to a hotel and I will probably crash there with him tonight. I tell her I will see her tomorrow and she hangs up.
I use Paul’s phone to call us a cab and make a reservation at a nearby hotel, then I take it back to him.
Clearly I am more affected by the drink on an empty stomach than I realized, as I trip over the brass rail running round the base of the bar and drop Paul’s phone into his beer with a satisfying plop.
Apologising insincerely between sniggers, I am dragged outside by Sean, to wait for our cab, as Paul and his mates look at the submerged phone in disbelief. I get a mental picture of Blake rolling his eyes at me and I get another fit of helpless giggles.
On the way to the hotel, I tell Sean about Paul being the coordinator at the local Carers’ charity, where Chris works part time. He also plays in a band and they enjoy making sweet music together.
Sean grips my arm and says,
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t make bad jokes and pretend it doesn’t hurt you. Even if you’re not “in love” you still care about her. I could see that Saturday night. There’s still something there. Believe me, I’m an expert on the opposite situation.”
“Well sure. I do still care some. We’ve been married 18 years, we actually like each other and we have Blake together, but this is not her first affair, Sean and this time, I know it’s not a fling. Chris is about to leave me and I don’t care enough any more to try and get her to stay.”
We pay off the cab and check into the hotel. The bored receptionist doesn’t seem to notice that we have no bags, so long as she has a credit card imprint.
As Sean puts the key card into the slot, I feel a tingle of something down my spine, but I am not sure if it’s fear, excitement or plain anticipation.
Sean
I watch Viggo go to this rival and borrow his mobile phone, probably to call Chris. That’s quite a thing to do, and I must admire him for ignoring Paul’s friends clearly mocking him. I couldn’t bear that. But then he drops Paul’s very trendy, small, state-of the-art mobile phone in his pint, and I just know he did that on purpose.
I grin widely, while I take Viggo by the arm and steer him outside to wait for the cab he just ordered. In the cab he tells me all about this Paul and how he’s met Chris at work, and his voice goes flat, when he speaks about them making music together. I am sobering up a little, and I try to make him see reason. I think there’s still something there between them, and he shouldn’t give up this easily. But it seems that Chris has already made up her mind and it’s all over.
Well, that’s how things go in life sometimes and at least Viggo and Christ still like each other, which is more than can be said about Mary and me, I suppose. We check in, and my credit card seems to be more then enough to get us a room, the girl behind the desk doesn’t seem even remotely interested in us.
I am opening the door with the key card when I suddenly remember something essential.
“Fuck,” I say, “I have only one cigarette left, have you got yours with you? I don’t think I will manage without smoking.”
“No,” he says, “I just ran out of the house to try and intercept you. But hey, there’s a shop just around the corner, I’ll get us some.”
When I protest, he grins at me. “You have paid for the room Sean, it’s only fair I take care of something too.” And then he’s gone.
I open the door, and walk into the standard room. I sit on one of the two big beds, and take a deep breath.
The row with Lucy this morning, and then the shock of knowing she wasn’t coming back; I felt so helpless, and so much in need of blaming and hurting someone, especially Viggo, as I couldn’t really hit his son, as much as I wanted too.
And now, hours later I am about to share a hotel room with the same man, am about to.. well, whatever might happen between us. I look at the phone, thinking how it’s still not too late. I could call Mary, apologize, say I was drunk and get back to my old life.
But I don’t want too, and I slowly start to take off my shoes. When Viggo knocks I am only wearing my jeans, and we lay back on the beds, smoking happily. Viggo has tried the radio button next to the bed, but it’s only producing some sort of horrible tinned sound and he turns it off.
”So Sean,” he says and shifts on the bed to lie on his side and look at me. `In all these years you never strayed from the straight path? You never revisited your wild youth?”
We’re each on a bed, but there’s only a small space between them, and I slowly stretch out my hand to him. ”No,” I simply say.
He grabs my hand, and then suddenly he stands up and sits on my bed. He gives me a slow smile, while he brings our entwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss on the palm of my hand.
“It has been a long time for me too Sean,” he whispers, while his other hand starts stroking my face and then lower. The moment his hand brushes over my nipples I let out a long shuddering breath, and then he’s lying next to me and we’re kissing frantically.
I try to get my hands on his skin, get them under his shirt, and I hear a tearing sound, but then my fingers are tangled in coarse hair, until I find an already erect nipple to play with. He makes a strangled sound, and I work myself on top of him, grinding our bodies together. I pull back a little to get his shirt off, and then I work my way down, tasting his skin, sucking on his nipple, while my hand works on the fly of his jeans.
His hand sneaks in between, pulling down my zipper and I gasp when I feel his grip on my cock, stroking firmly. It’s so different to the occasional sex I have with Mary maybe three times a year, so much more exciting, and I am already close, and still Viggo’s hand is on my cock.
“I am close,” I manage to bring out, “but I want more than this. Are you all right with that?”
“Hell yes, Sean, I am up for anything,” he says, breathing hard.
“There’s one problem though, we don’t have any ..erm.. supplies.”
Again Viggo smiles that coy smile. “That’s what you think Sean!
Viggo
I run out to the shop for cigarettes, shaking my head to clear it a little.
The real reason I volunteered to do this is that I wanted to pick up some condoms as well. Unless I am reading the situation wrong, something interesting is about to happen between us.
It’s a gamble of course, leaving Sean alone in the room, with his thoughts. I could get back there and find that he’s got cold feet and we’ll just sleep off the pub in separate twin beds.
In any case, this could be a really bad idea. It seems clear that both of our marriages are effectively over, but how the kids will take the idea of their dads getting together is a worry.
We brought Blake up real broad minded and he is even aware that I had relationships with men before I married his mom. I know, even though we haven’t discussed it, that he also knows about Chris and Paul. Trouble is, when it comes to your parents, liberal thoughts are likely to fly out the window.
As for Lucy, she seems like a free spirit and an independent thinker, but she’s also got Mary’s genes and shock may lead her to revert to type.
What the hell, though, right now, I know that unless Sean has changed his mind, I will go along with anything he wants. I am trembling as I knock softly on our door.
Sean hasn’t bolted through the fire escape, while I’ve been gone. He is barefoot and wearing only his jeans. For an office-bound guy, he is in pretty good shape. He gratefully accepts a cigarette and we each stretch out on one of the beds, smoking. Off course, all the rooms are non-smoking, so we fan the smoke away from the smoke-alarms and use a glass from the bathroom as an ashtray.
I nervously fiddle with the radio, but the sound coming out of there is horrible, so I give it up, stub out my cigarette and turn on my side to look at Sean.
I ask him if he’s never strayed and revisited his wild youth in all these years and he tells me “No”, but stretches out his hand.
‘Okay,’ I think, well you are sure as hell about to stray now, my friend and I move in on him, reassuring him that it’s been a long time for me, too.
Then lust takes over and rational thought goes out the window, as we are kissing hungrily and grinding our hips together. He manages to get my shirt off and I work my way down his smooth chest, licking and sucking, while my hands lose no time in unzipping his jeans and capturing his already hard cock.
He grows at me that he wants more and asks if I am okay with that. I tell him I am, but then he hesitates, because he thinks we have no supplies.
Smugly, I tell him he is wrong and wriggle upright to get the condoms out of my jeans pocket.
Sean laughs and tells me that I was obviously a boy scout, then he frowns a little, which is so cute, that I have to press a kiss right on the furrow in his brow.
“Viggo, it’s been more than 25 years. Do you reckon it’s like riding a bike and you never forget?”
“Well how about we oil up your chain and flip your gears and we’ll find out? Looks like you are pumped up already!”
We laugh and I am surprised how easy and relaxed we already are together. It’s hard to believe that we only met last night and that this morning he wanted to tear my head off.
The head of his cock is bobbing tantalizingly close to my face and I can’t resist teasing him with my tongue a little. He moans and grabs my hair, pulling my head up.
“Please, too close,” he pants,”not this way, need….”
I understand and I grab his jeans and boxers, pulling them off in one go. As I unzip my own jeans and scramble out of them, I remember that we don’t have any lube - the corner newsagent didn’t run to that- so in spite of Sean’s confused look, I run into the bathroom and snag the little bottle of body lotion from the shelf.
As I get back to the bed, I see understanding dawn and roll onto my stomach, handing him the bottle and telling him,
“Careful, it’s only small.”
“You speak for yourself, mate,” he sniggers, as I feel his long fingers, cool with lotion, circle my opening and then push inside, gently, but firmly, while his other hand slips beneath me and grips my swollen cock,
“Sorry, I stand corrected.” Then seriously and huskily,”On your knees for me, please.”
I obey and move onto my knees, cradling my head on my arms and pushing my ass back at him. As he stretches me, familiar feelings from the past come flooding back and I wonder how it was that I could leave this behind.
“Ready, please…..”I gasp and I groan as the fingers disappear and I hear the rustle of foil and the feel the hard, blunt head of his cock pushing against me.
It hurts and I call back all my memories and push down to meet him, squeezing my eyes shut and biting my hand, gasping with relief, when I feel my body open for him and let him slip through the first obstacle.
He waits a moment, and then pushes on relentlessly, burning and stretching me, but filling me in a way I had forgotten. He’s being considerate and patient, but I can feel the tension in his body and I know what he needs.
“Sean, for God’s sake, just fuck me!”
And he does.
Sean
I don’t know if he just got them, or carried them with him all along, but he produces condoms from his jeans pockets. Then an unnerving thought hits me; I am not young any more, and I am way out of practice. But maybe it is like riding a bike, and when I share my thoughts with Viggo, he just jokes about it until we are both laughing.
The moment he grabs my cock and licks the head it’s already too much. As good as it feels I pull him away by his hair, knowing I won’t last that way, and I tell him I really need to be inside him.
He almost rips off my jeans and boxers, then his own, and I blink when he suddenly jumps up and nearly runs into the bathroom. He shows me the small complimentary bottle in his hand, and oh yes I am out of practice, how could I forget?
I'm aroused and also nervous as hell, but we’re still able to make jokes. Then I spread the lotion over my fingers, push one slowly inside him, and there’s no more joking. I try to prepare him as well as I can, afraid I might hurt him.
My voice shakes when I tell him to get on his knees, but he does so without hesitating. He is so beautiful, and the way he positions himself on the bed makes it hard to breath. I keep stretching him until he chokes out he’s ready. Fumbling with the condom I finally succeed in getting the foil off.
And then I carefully enter him, into that tight velvet heat, and even though I know it must hurt he’s pushing back and slowly opening up for me. We groan in unison, and I clench my teeth to not let go, my body trembling with need and want. It’s good. I don’t think it has ever felt this good.
And then he says it: “Sean, for God’s sake, just fuck me!”, and every restraint is gone. I grab his hip with one hand, the other hand pressing between his shoulder blades to keep him down and I fuck him, my head spinning with lust, and possessiveness, I pound into his body, watching him squirm underneath me, the sounds he makes urging me on.
He begins to sound desperate, and I lean over him, biting the nape of his neck. I grab his straining cock and start stroking him in counterpoint to my thrusts. I feel the sweet clenching of his body around me, and his cock jerks in my hand when he comes with a strangled cry. Just another few deep thrusts and my body shudders in a dizzying release.
I slump on top of him, my heart beating like crazy and blood still pounding in my ears. Slowly I am beginning to breathe normally again, and I realize I am practically crushing Viggo, so I carefully slide off to the side, and get rid of the condom.
I go to the bathroom and wet a washcloth, to clean us both up. I toss it on the floor and then lie down next to him, putting my arms around him. We don’t talk. It doesn’t seem necessary. We just hold on to each other. He yawns, so I pull up the duvet around us, and then we sleep.
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When I open my eyes, it must be hours later. I feel disorientated. A warm body is pressed against mine, and it all comes back to me with a shock. Panic hits me when I realize what I’ve done. I’ve had sex with the father of my daughter’s boyfriend. What if she finds out? What are we going to do?
And it’s not like we can go back and pretend it didn’t happen. We were both drunk a little, but not drunk enough to not know what we were doing. It was great, and it felt fucking wonderful. There was more to it than just sex, I know that for sure.
I think what we did has put a definite end to our marriages, which was likely to happen anyway, but what about our kids? I groan when I think about Lucy, and Viggo stirs, his voice a bit rough with sleep.
“Are you okay Sean?”
“No,” I croak out honestly, “I am panicking a bit here.”
I don’t have to explain anything, he seems to understand what I mean and his arms close around me tightly.
“We’ll deal with it Sean, don’t worry. One way or the other we’ll deal with it.”
His tone of voice is soothing and I want to believe him, need to believe we can make it work. He’s stroking my back, his hand dipping lower and lower, my body arching up under his hands. And then we’re kissing again.
“We have to talk,” I say in between kisses.”
“Mmmm...,” he agrees, “later.”
“Yeah, later,‘ I say and I watch him going down my body, taking my cock in his hand. His lips almost touching the head, he looks up at me and smiles.
“I am gonna blow away your worries,” and then the wet heat of his mouth engulfs me.
TBC
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Date: 2008-01-27 05:50 pm (UTC)my head spinning with lust, and possessiveness
and, and
“I am gonna blow away your worries,” and then the wet heat of his mouth engulfs me.
Yay, Sean finally gets a blowjob!
Thanks for posting :)
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Date: 2008-01-28 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-28 12:37 pm (UTC)It sounds easy, but . . .
Thanks for updating so soon!
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Date: 2008-01-28 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-31 11:59 pm (UTC)