Family Values
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rugbytackleTitle : Family Values 5/7
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.
Authors :![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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 5/7
Sean
I am only in the office half the time or even less than I usually work, but still it seems to drag on for ever. Luckily I can do most of the stuff even in my sleep, so I get the urgent matters done. All afternoon I am torn between an exhilarating feeling of starting over again and fear of losing my daughter, who means everything to me.
My only hope is that Lucy will listen to me. I know I will have to apologize to her, for behaving like I did, but I also will have to tell her about me and Mary divorcing. And I don’t even want to think about telling her about Viggo and me. But that’s a worry for later. We have enough to talk about as it is.
Finally when I have finished, I step into my car and drive to Viggo’s house. I know the street - a friend of mine lived there for a short time - so it doesn’t take me long.
I hesitate for a while in front of the door, but I am about to ring the bell when the door suddenly opens. Viggo is there, an excited jumping dog at his side and Blake and Lucy behind him. I am so glad to see her, I can barely speak. But as soon as I say her name she flings herself into my arms and starts to cry. I hold her close and damned if she doesn’t make me cry as well.
Viggo says he and Blake will take the dog out for a walk in the park, so Lucy and I can have a talk. I try to tell him how grateful I am with my eyes, and I think he gets the message. Then Lucy and I step into the house, and close the door behind us.
It feels a bit strange to talk about such important things in a house, where I’ve never been before, but also oddly liberating in a way. We sit on their big lumpy couch, and I take off my jacket, simply because there’s no way you can sit comfortably on that piece of furniture wearing a jacket. Lucy has dried her tears and smiles when I loosen my tie and then pull it off.
‘Dad,” she starts, but I lay my hand on her mouth, because there’s something I need to say to her first.
“I am so sorry about the things I said to you yesterday, Lucy. I said those things because I was worried and maybe a little bit jealous, but I was wrong and I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Again she throws herself into my arms, and we cling to each other. Slowly, she entangles herself from me.
“Does that mean I can come home again? Viggo and Chris are really nice to me, and Blake is great, but I do miss you and my own room and mum of course.”
I sigh and take her hand. “Of course you can, but I need to tell you something, though. Your mother and I.. well, we’re splitting up Lucy. It’s not like we are fighting or anything, but it’s over between us.”
She looks at me, her green eyes steady on mine. “I know, Dad, I’ve called her. I was just on my way to her when you showed up. Don’t worry, I’ve known for quite some time you were unhappy. I am a big girl now, I’ll survive.”
I am so relieved I pull her close to me, and she lets me, and we talk for a long time. That’s how Viggo and Blake find us when they come back. Now that Blake is back, her attention is back on him, and I don’t mind because mine is focused on Viggo.
The dog - Bella, Viggo tells me – lays her big head on my lap, and I stroke her soft ears. I have always loved dogs, but Mary never wanted a pet, even when Lucy begged her. She always said they were unhygienic, the same way she felt about sex, really.
“Blake, I am going to see my mum now, are you still going with me? “ Lucy asks, and Blake agrees.
“Maybe I can show you my studio then, Sean,” Viggo says and our eyes meet again. “I have some stuff you might be interested in.”
‘I’ll bet,’ I think, and I just manage to keep a straight face. ”Sure, Viggo, I would like to see your work.”
The kids go out, Lucy kissing me on my cheek and then we’re alone, Viggo and me.
He pulls me off the couch and grabs my hand.
“Allow me to lead you to my chamber of lust Sean.”
“Oh yes, by all means show me the way.”
His studio is light and spacious, and I am truly interested in his art, but even more interested in his body pressing into mine. There’s a large couch in the corner, probably for him to rest, or perhaps let someone pose on, and I start steering him that way.
“So, Viggo, do show me that stuff I might be interested in.”
Viggo
As I walk around the park with Blake and Bella, we talk a lot. It is clear that he has always known about Chris’s extra-marital adventures, even since he was much younger, because he says, we were so close and he always felt her move away from me a little, while these things were going on. He is a very clever and perceptive kid and Chris obviously wasn’t subtle.
Blake tells me that he could never figure it out, because he knew we loved each other and even liked each other, unlike many of his friends’ parents. He had hoped that coming here would make it all okay, but when Paul came on the scene, he knew things were different and it was only a matter of time.
He loves Lucy very much and they have decided to accept their offers from Nottingham University, so they can be together. They will obviously try and get a place together. We discuss how they mustn’t let their closeness stop them making other friends there, but really, they both seem to know their own minds and I wouldn’t presume to try and stop them.
As we return to the house, I can’t help mentioning a parental worry about unplanned parenthood and Blake laughs at me.
“It’s okay, dad. We are smart enough not to repeat your mistakes.”
Well, that put me in my place, but we hug and go back in the house.
Sean and Lucy are very comfortable together on our battered couch, so I guess they have made up. Seeing them together like that is startling, they are so alike. *Poor Mary*. Bella takes to Sean immediately, laying her head on his lap. He likes her, too. I can’t imagine Mary would have welcomed dog hair and muddy paws in her sterile little domain.*Poor Sean*.
Lucy and Blake soon head off to see her mom together and she kisses me affectionately, as they leave. I hope that she will still feel that way once she finds out about me and her dad.
Now I have the chance to take Sean up to see my etchings, though I restrain myself from actually saying that!
Sean grins, when he sees my couch and starts to push me in that direction, but I resist a moment, while I lock the door.
When I turn back, Sean has stripped off his clothes in record time and is standing by the couch, waiting impatiently.
“Hmm, and this is the man, who wasn’t sure if there would be a ‘next time’?
“I changed my mind. Now about these interesting things….”
“Don’t be so hasty; I thought we were going to take it slow ‘next time’.”
“Just stop talking and get your arse over here.”
“Sigh. And they say romance is dead!” I put the back of my hand to my head, theatrically.
“I’ll let you fuck me this time.”
I break all records at crossing the room and Sean finds himself pushed onto his back on the couch, with me straddling him.
“An offer I can’t refuse.”
“Well the offer only stands if you get naked in the next 30 seconds.”
Around ten seconds later, I am back in position, naked.
He leans down and strokes my rigid member, cupping my balls thoughtfully,
“Hmm. Very interesting! Have you shown these anywhere?”
We cling together, laughing hysterically, until we start to kiss and things get serious.
When we break for air, Sean nods towards his discarded suit pants (Mary would have a fit that he hasn’t folded them) and I feel in the pocket, to find condoms and lube. It’s encouraging that he planned to use them, if surely not this soon.
I return to the couch and begin to kiss and lick my way slowly down his body, avoiding his bobbing cock and making him hitch his breath and curse a little.
“Turn over and kneel up, hands against the arm.” He does so without question.
I run my hands down the graceful curve of his spine and over his beautiful ass, knowing that I want to draw him like this, but not right now.
Right now, I lean up, bracing my arms and lick down his spine, from the nape of his neck to the cleft at the top of his ass. Encouraged by the noises he makes and the way he arches his back, I part his cheeks and continue to explore the dark mystery of his cleft.
As my tongue snakes its way down and circles his entrance, he moans and starts to beg for more. I slick my fingers and quickly prepare him, before sheathing myself in latex with trembling fingers and taking a firm grip of his hips.
Then I am thrusting slowly, but inexorably into his body, feeling his muscles clench around me, trying to expel me at first, but finally accepting the intrusion.
I rest for a moment, then begin to move urgently, as he pushes back to meet me.
Sean
As I said, it has been a long dry spell, but now I just can’t get enough of it, so it seems. And it looks like it’s the same for Viggo. He does fool around a bit, but when I tell him I’ll let him fuck me, I am on my back on his couch, with him on top of me before I have even finished speaking.
I have been thinking about this all day, and I actually stopped on my way here to get some supplies, just in case. I never expected it to happen so fast, and certainly not here, in Viggo’s house, but that makes it even better.
We have a bit of fun and a bit of a wrestle, and it does a lot to help me relax, take away any remaining doubt. We kiss, our hands roaming everywhere, and we stop laughing. When he looks around, I nod at my trousers lying just behind the door, where I’ve dropped them, and he gets up to get the condom and lube I’ve stashed inside my pocket. There are loads of them inside the glove compartment of my car, and I intend to use them all in the coming days and weeks.
For now, I surrender to Viggo’s hands and tongue. He kisses and licks me everywhere, except for my weeping cock, the cruel bastard.
I willingly turn around when he orders me, my arse on display, but I don’t care. I squirm and moan under his ministrations, but when his tongue delves lower and lower, I start begging. No one has done that to me, not even in my wild years and it's almost too much.
Then finally his fingers enter me, preparing me fast, but thoroughly. I am ready, more then ready. Even though it hurts, it’s so good when he finally breaches me with his cock, and even though my head doesn’t seem to register how good it can be, my body does and pushes back, eager to submit to him.
It is slightly painful, but when he starts moving the pain subsides. By the way his fingers dig into my hips, probably leaving bruises, I can feel he’s losing control swiftly. He suddenly shifts, brushing that place inside me, and I moan and squirm under him. One of his hands comes down on my shoulder, pushing my face deeper into the fabric of the couch, and he starts seriously fucking me. Sweat is dripping down my back, and I groan again when he licks my spine with long strokes of his tongue.
I try to get a hand under me to reach my cock, but he bats it away, and his fingers close around it instead. A few long strokes are what it takes and then I come so hard I almost black out. Viggo isn’t far behind me, and he slumps down on me.
He slowly rolls off, giving me room to turn around and lay on my back. He looks at me, his hand stroking my face.
“Are you okay, Sean, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I kind of lost it a bit there.”
I smile reassuringly at him. “I’ll probably be a bit sore tomorrow, but I am fine. I do feel a bit sticky though.”
He nods, and starts getting up. “I’ll get us something to clean up a little.”
Now I grin. “That’s why I let you fuck me, so I wouldn’t have to get up afterwards.”
For the second time he throws a pillow at me and then he’s out of the door.
Later he shows me his work, and even though I am not really a connoisseur, I always was interested in art and I like what I see.
It’s amazing how well we get along, even when we don’t have sex, and it makes me hope that maybe – just maybe, we can have a real future together. That’s if he feels the same, of course, but I can’t ask him just yet.
I realize I will have to go home soon, and have a long talk with Mary. If only we could do this in a friendly way, but I don’t think that will happen and I really dread going home. But still I must, and maybe the sooner the better.
I have already made a few phone calls at the office, and got a friend, a good lawyer, specializing in divorce, to take care of the legal side of things, and I am quite sure Mary has done the same. Her saying this will cost me won’t be an idle threat. I just hope for Lucy’s sake we can handle things without getting really hostile.
We get dressed, and Viggo tells me about the talk he had with Chris and the way she reacted. For a moment I wish Mary had found herself a lover too, but that’s not bloody likely.
I promise Viggo to call him tomorrow, kiss him goodbye, and then I am heading to the place that soon won’t be my home any more.
Viggo
After Sean leaves me, I really feel alone. It’s weird, as usually I welcome time on my own and always have, since childhood.
Craving company, I go down to the kitchen and rub Bella’s ears, letting the cats wind their sinuous bodies around me, as they clamour to be fed. Once I have taken care of the animals, I start to cook, assuming that Chris and Blake will be back some time.
By the time Chris comes in, I have a chicken casserole in the oven and have made the salad to go with it. I open the refrigerator and get us both a beer.
When I hand her the beer, she kisses me and then steps back.
“Sean was here?”
“He just left. He and Lucy have patched things up and they are all round at his place now. How did you know?”
“One, I can smell him on you, two, you have just-been-fucked hair, three, you are happy, not to mention a little smug.”
I feel myself blush.
Chris looks out the window at the crunch of gravel in the driveway.
“Run and shower! Blake and Lucy are here.”
When I arrive back downstairs, my hair still damp, but not so unruly, smelling innocently of sandalwood soap, the kids are sitting at the kitchen table and Chris is dishing up the supper.
“How are things at your place?” I ask Lucy, her red-rimmed eyes and her ill-concealed sniffles evidence that she has cried a lot in the last couple of hours.
She tries to tell me, but her eyes fill up with tears again. Blake puts a protective arm around her and begins to relate the story.
Apparently Mary was relieved to see Lucy, but not so happy at first to see him. She railed bitterly against our family, who she seemed to think responsible for seducing Lucy away from her and now for the break up of her marriage.
Lucy managed to calm her a little and insisted that she would only come home if she and Blake were accepted as a couple. She made it clear that Blake was not negotiable, so Mary reluctantly allowed him in the house.
They talked a lot together and cried a lot, while Blake made them endless cups of tea, but Lucy finally agreed that she would come back home and be with Mary, while she coped with the marriage break-up, as long as Mary accepted that she and Blake would be going to the same university and living together.
This caused Mary to throw another fit of hysterics, but when she saw that Lucy was resolute, she conceded defeat. She then turned her attention to Sean and said some pretty uncomplimentary things about him, repeating her view that he must have another woman, otherwise, why this decision out of the blue to leave her?
Lucy soothed her gently and pointed out that beneath the façade, she knew her father hadn’t been happy for years and she was aware that they didn’t really love each other any more. She reassured Mary that she didn’t believe there was another woman, pointing out that Sean was working all the time.
Mary was sceptical and very angry with Sean. She ranted that she would take him for every penny, that she had given him the best years of her life and she wouldn’t let him treat her like this.
“And then,” Lucy said, taking over,” dad arrived home and it got really horrible. Mum has always been rather cold and reserved but I never knew she had it in her to be so vicious and evil. Poor dad. I think she hates him.”
Lucy begins to sob again, tears plopping onto her plate of untouched food,
“And you know what the worst thing is? I don’t think it’s about dad leaving her alone and breaking up our family at all. It’s that she doesn’t want to lose face among her cronies, or lose her “social position” or her beautiful house.”
Blake hugs her tightly and continues,
“So we left them to it and came back here. Lucy couldn’t bear it any longer. She can’t be at her house if they are going to fight like that.”
Chris assures them that Lucy can stay with us as long as she needs to and I agree. Lucy says she needs some time alone and apologizes sweetly for not being able to eat her meal.
Once she has gone upstairs, Blake doesn’t need to pull his punches any longer and makes it quite clear that he thinks Mary is an evil bitch. He even suggests that we offer sanctuary to Sean here, as he feels so sorry for him.
I point out gently that Lucy has the spare room.
“He could use the couch in your studio, dad. Come on, I know Sean is not like you and you have nothing in common, but surely you wouldn’t begrudge the poor bastard a place of safety? I really feared that Mary was going to brain him with one of her designer lamps.”
Now I am faced with either appearing to my son as a heartless, unfeeling bastard or having Sean tantalizingly close, living under our roof and both of us trying to hide our feelings.
I look helplessly at Chris for rescue, but she shrugs and flashes me an evil grin. Maybe, in spite of everything, she is feeling a spark of jealousy about Sean, because she sure as hell is not going to help me out here.
Shit! What am I going to do?
Sean
I am not looking forward to the confrontation with Mary, but every time I shift on my car seat I can still feel Viggo’s presence, and it makes me feel stronger, despite the slight soreness.
I park my car in the garage and step inside the house. Immediately, I hear Mary’s voice growing strident along with Lucy’s calmer, soothing one. It seems to work though, Mary seems to calm down, but that ends when I open the living room door.
The moment she lays eyes on me she starts yelling, seemingly forgetting about Blake and Lucy. She’s accusing me of all sort of things, telling me how she gave me the best years of her life, and how she won’t be able to keep her head up in the neighbourhood any more. All in all she makes it pretty obvious she isn’t mourning the loss of me, but the loss of her prestige.
It’s getting Lucy very upset, and she’s crying again. Blake’s arms are around her, and for once I am genuinely glad she has him. I lay my hand on Lucy’s head, stroking her soft hair, but I address Blake.
“Why don’t you take Lucy to your place Blake, she’ll be better off there.“
He nods, and helps Lucy up. Her face is tear-streaked when she looks at me.
“You go with Blake, sweetheart,” I say, “it will be okay. And Blake... thanks !”
Again he nods and then they are gone.
I turn around to face Mary again. He face is flushed, and even her impeccable hairdo seems to bristle in anger. Her eyes narrowing like a cat, she hisses at me,
“There’s someone else isn’t there? You’ve been spending time with some cheap whore, and now you want to marry her and dump me. If I can’t stop you, I will make you pay Sean!”
I sigh, and sit down, determined to not get angry.
“Believe it or not Mary, but there’s no other woman. I just want to get out of this loveless marriage, before we start hating each other. That’s all, really it is.”
She doesn’t flinch, just keeps glaring at me.
“And you expect me to leave this house? What will people say, Sean and what about our friends? I’ve spent all these years on getting us somewhere, because let’s be frank, your background isn’t something to be proud of. I’ve got us on a higher social level, and now you want to throw that all away on a whim!”
I ignore that, because I still want to try for reason.
“Look Mary, let’s be reasonable here. I am not going to sell the house immediately, but I will put it on the market as soon as we have found you another place. Why would you want to live in a big place like this? Lucy will be leaving soon, and you’ll be alone.”
Yes,” she says, “indeed Lucy will be leaving soon! She just told me! She and that Blake will be going to the same university and will live together, without marrying! I would have thought you wouldn’t be too happy about that either!”
Again I sigh. “I’ve changed my mind about that Mary, Viggo and I had a long talk about it and...”
She stands up and interrupts me. “Viggo? Viggo and that terrible wife of his have started this all. Viggo can kiss my.. my... well my bum!”
I can hardly suppress the urge to tell her he kissed mine only a couple of hours ago, but I manage.
“Anyway Mary, I have contacted John and asked him to represent me in the divorce. I am planning to sell this place as soon as I can, so I suggest you start looking for a smaller place where you and Lucy can live. I’ll find myself a flat or something and move out here as soon as I am able. Let’s please try, if only for Lucy’s sake, to stay polite with each other, until then at least.”
Her face is as cold as stone and she doesn’t look at me or respond.
“I will sleep in one of the guest rooms,” I say and turn round to go upstairs.
The next morning I am in the office early. Mary was nowhere to be seen when I came downstairs to the kitchen this morning, and I made myself breakfast and got the hell out of there before she got up.
I have bought a paper on my way here and I am reading the ads, trying to find myself a place quickly. It won’t be easy, there’s not much on offer, and I realize that I might have to live in a hotel for a while. I can’t stand the idea of living in that house much longer.
An hour later I call Viggo, relieved that it’s him picking up the phone and not Chris or Blake. He asks me how it went, and I tell him, trying not to make too big deal of it. I also thank him for letting Lucy stay there, until things have calmed down a bit.
“We are glad to have her,” he says, “and then he drops his bomb.
“How would you feel about living with us for a while Sean? Just until you’ve found yourself a flat.”
Now his voice has a husky edge to it.
“You could sleep on the couch in my studio.”
TBC
Part 5/7
Sean
I am only in the office half the time or even less than I usually work, but still it seems to drag on for ever. Luckily I can do most of the stuff even in my sleep, so I get the urgent matters done. All afternoon I am torn between an exhilarating feeling of starting over again and fear of losing my daughter, who means everything to me.
My only hope is that Lucy will listen to me. I know I will have to apologize to her, for behaving like I did, but I also will have to tell her about me and Mary divorcing. And I don’t even want to think about telling her about Viggo and me. But that’s a worry for later. We have enough to talk about as it is.
Finally when I have finished, I step into my car and drive to Viggo’s house. I know the street - a friend of mine lived there for a short time - so it doesn’t take me long.
I hesitate for a while in front of the door, but I am about to ring the bell when the door suddenly opens. Viggo is there, an excited jumping dog at his side and Blake and Lucy behind him. I am so glad to see her, I can barely speak. But as soon as I say her name she flings herself into my arms and starts to cry. I hold her close and damned if she doesn’t make me cry as well.
Viggo says he and Blake will take the dog out for a walk in the park, so Lucy and I can have a talk. I try to tell him how grateful I am with my eyes, and I think he gets the message. Then Lucy and I step into the house, and close the door behind us.
It feels a bit strange to talk about such important things in a house, where I’ve never been before, but also oddly liberating in a way. We sit on their big lumpy couch, and I take off my jacket, simply because there’s no way you can sit comfortably on that piece of furniture wearing a jacket. Lucy has dried her tears and smiles when I loosen my tie and then pull it off.
‘Dad,” she starts, but I lay my hand on her mouth, because there’s something I need to say to her first.
“I am so sorry about the things I said to you yesterday, Lucy. I said those things because I was worried and maybe a little bit jealous, but I was wrong and I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Again she throws herself into my arms, and we cling to each other. Slowly, she entangles herself from me.
“Does that mean I can come home again? Viggo and Chris are really nice to me, and Blake is great, but I do miss you and my own room and mum of course.”
I sigh and take her hand. “Of course you can, but I need to tell you something, though. Your mother and I.. well, we’re splitting up Lucy. It’s not like we are fighting or anything, but it’s over between us.”
She looks at me, her green eyes steady on mine. “I know, Dad, I’ve called her. I was just on my way to her when you showed up. Don’t worry, I’ve known for quite some time you were unhappy. I am a big girl now, I’ll survive.”
I am so relieved I pull her close to me, and she lets me, and we talk for a long time. That’s how Viggo and Blake find us when they come back. Now that Blake is back, her attention is back on him, and I don’t mind because mine is focused on Viggo.
The dog - Bella, Viggo tells me – lays her big head on my lap, and I stroke her soft ears. I have always loved dogs, but Mary never wanted a pet, even when Lucy begged her. She always said they were unhygienic, the same way she felt about sex, really.
“Blake, I am going to see my mum now, are you still going with me? “ Lucy asks, and Blake agrees.
“Maybe I can show you my studio then, Sean,” Viggo says and our eyes meet again. “I have some stuff you might be interested in.”
‘I’ll bet,’ I think, and I just manage to keep a straight face. ”Sure, Viggo, I would like to see your work.”
The kids go out, Lucy kissing me on my cheek and then we’re alone, Viggo and me.
He pulls me off the couch and grabs my hand.
“Allow me to lead you to my chamber of lust Sean.”
“Oh yes, by all means show me the way.”
His studio is light and spacious, and I am truly interested in his art, but even more interested in his body pressing into mine. There’s a large couch in the corner, probably for him to rest, or perhaps let someone pose on, and I start steering him that way.
“So, Viggo, do show me that stuff I might be interested in.”
Viggo
As I walk around the park with Blake and Bella, we talk a lot. It is clear that he has always known about Chris’s extra-marital adventures, even since he was much younger, because he says, we were so close and he always felt her move away from me a little, while these things were going on. He is a very clever and perceptive kid and Chris obviously wasn’t subtle.
Blake tells me that he could never figure it out, because he knew we loved each other and even liked each other, unlike many of his friends’ parents. He had hoped that coming here would make it all okay, but when Paul came on the scene, he knew things were different and it was only a matter of time.
He loves Lucy very much and they have decided to accept their offers from Nottingham University, so they can be together. They will obviously try and get a place together. We discuss how they mustn’t let their closeness stop them making other friends there, but really, they both seem to know their own minds and I wouldn’t presume to try and stop them.
As we return to the house, I can’t help mentioning a parental worry about unplanned parenthood and Blake laughs at me.
“It’s okay, dad. We are smart enough not to repeat your mistakes.”
Well, that put me in my place, but we hug and go back in the house.
Sean and Lucy are very comfortable together on our battered couch, so I guess they have made up. Seeing them together like that is startling, they are so alike. *Poor Mary*. Bella takes to Sean immediately, laying her head on his lap. He likes her, too. I can’t imagine Mary would have welcomed dog hair and muddy paws in her sterile little domain.*Poor Sean*.
Lucy and Blake soon head off to see her mom together and she kisses me affectionately, as they leave. I hope that she will still feel that way once she finds out about me and her dad.
Now I have the chance to take Sean up to see my etchings, though I restrain myself from actually saying that!
Sean grins, when he sees my couch and starts to push me in that direction, but I resist a moment, while I lock the door.
When I turn back, Sean has stripped off his clothes in record time and is standing by the couch, waiting impatiently.
“Hmm, and this is the man, who wasn’t sure if there would be a ‘next time’?
“I changed my mind. Now about these interesting things….”
“Don’t be so hasty; I thought we were going to take it slow ‘next time’.”
“Just stop talking and get your arse over here.”
“Sigh. And they say romance is dead!” I put the back of my hand to my head, theatrically.
“I’ll let you fuck me this time.”
I break all records at crossing the room and Sean finds himself pushed onto his back on the couch, with me straddling him.
“An offer I can’t refuse.”
“Well the offer only stands if you get naked in the next 30 seconds.”
Around ten seconds later, I am back in position, naked.
He leans down and strokes my rigid member, cupping my balls thoughtfully,
“Hmm. Very interesting! Have you shown these anywhere?”
We cling together, laughing hysterically, until we start to kiss and things get serious.
When we break for air, Sean nods towards his discarded suit pants (Mary would have a fit that he hasn’t folded them) and I feel in the pocket, to find condoms and lube. It’s encouraging that he planned to use them, if surely not this soon.
I return to the couch and begin to kiss and lick my way slowly down his body, avoiding his bobbing cock and making him hitch his breath and curse a little.
“Turn over and kneel up, hands against the arm.” He does so without question.
I run my hands down the graceful curve of his spine and over his beautiful ass, knowing that I want to draw him like this, but not right now.
Right now, I lean up, bracing my arms and lick down his spine, from the nape of his neck to the cleft at the top of his ass. Encouraged by the noises he makes and the way he arches his back, I part his cheeks and continue to explore the dark mystery of his cleft.
As my tongue snakes its way down and circles his entrance, he moans and starts to beg for more. I slick my fingers and quickly prepare him, before sheathing myself in latex with trembling fingers and taking a firm grip of his hips.
Then I am thrusting slowly, but inexorably into his body, feeling his muscles clench around me, trying to expel me at first, but finally accepting the intrusion.
I rest for a moment, then begin to move urgently, as he pushes back to meet me.
Sean
As I said, it has been a long dry spell, but now I just can’t get enough of it, so it seems. And it looks like it’s the same for Viggo. He does fool around a bit, but when I tell him I’ll let him fuck me, I am on my back on his couch, with him on top of me before I have even finished speaking.
I have been thinking about this all day, and I actually stopped on my way here to get some supplies, just in case. I never expected it to happen so fast, and certainly not here, in Viggo’s house, but that makes it even better.
We have a bit of fun and a bit of a wrestle, and it does a lot to help me relax, take away any remaining doubt. We kiss, our hands roaming everywhere, and we stop laughing. When he looks around, I nod at my trousers lying just behind the door, where I’ve dropped them, and he gets up to get the condom and lube I’ve stashed inside my pocket. There are loads of them inside the glove compartment of my car, and I intend to use them all in the coming days and weeks.
For now, I surrender to Viggo’s hands and tongue. He kisses and licks me everywhere, except for my weeping cock, the cruel bastard.
I willingly turn around when he orders me, my arse on display, but I don’t care. I squirm and moan under his ministrations, but when his tongue delves lower and lower, I start begging. No one has done that to me, not even in my wild years and it's almost too much.
Then finally his fingers enter me, preparing me fast, but thoroughly. I am ready, more then ready. Even though it hurts, it’s so good when he finally breaches me with his cock, and even though my head doesn’t seem to register how good it can be, my body does and pushes back, eager to submit to him.
It is slightly painful, but when he starts moving the pain subsides. By the way his fingers dig into my hips, probably leaving bruises, I can feel he’s losing control swiftly. He suddenly shifts, brushing that place inside me, and I moan and squirm under him. One of his hands comes down on my shoulder, pushing my face deeper into the fabric of the couch, and he starts seriously fucking me. Sweat is dripping down my back, and I groan again when he licks my spine with long strokes of his tongue.
I try to get a hand under me to reach my cock, but he bats it away, and his fingers close around it instead. A few long strokes are what it takes and then I come so hard I almost black out. Viggo isn’t far behind me, and he slumps down on me.
He slowly rolls off, giving me room to turn around and lay on my back. He looks at me, his hand stroking my face.
“Are you okay, Sean, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I kind of lost it a bit there.”
I smile reassuringly at him. “I’ll probably be a bit sore tomorrow, but I am fine. I do feel a bit sticky though.”
He nods, and starts getting up. “I’ll get us something to clean up a little.”
Now I grin. “That’s why I let you fuck me, so I wouldn’t have to get up afterwards.”
For the second time he throws a pillow at me and then he’s out of the door.
Later he shows me his work, and even though I am not really a connoisseur, I always was interested in art and I like what I see.
It’s amazing how well we get along, even when we don’t have sex, and it makes me hope that maybe – just maybe, we can have a real future together. That’s if he feels the same, of course, but I can’t ask him just yet.
I realize I will have to go home soon, and have a long talk with Mary. If only we could do this in a friendly way, but I don’t think that will happen and I really dread going home. But still I must, and maybe the sooner the better.
I have already made a few phone calls at the office, and got a friend, a good lawyer, specializing in divorce, to take care of the legal side of things, and I am quite sure Mary has done the same. Her saying this will cost me won’t be an idle threat. I just hope for Lucy’s sake we can handle things without getting really hostile.
We get dressed, and Viggo tells me about the talk he had with Chris and the way she reacted. For a moment I wish Mary had found herself a lover too, but that’s not bloody likely.
I promise Viggo to call him tomorrow, kiss him goodbye, and then I am heading to the place that soon won’t be my home any more.
Viggo
After Sean leaves me, I really feel alone. It’s weird, as usually I welcome time on my own and always have, since childhood.
Craving company, I go down to the kitchen and rub Bella’s ears, letting the cats wind their sinuous bodies around me, as they clamour to be fed. Once I have taken care of the animals, I start to cook, assuming that Chris and Blake will be back some time.
By the time Chris comes in, I have a chicken casserole in the oven and have made the salad to go with it. I open the refrigerator and get us both a beer.
When I hand her the beer, she kisses me and then steps back.
“Sean was here?”
“He just left. He and Lucy have patched things up and they are all round at his place now. How did you know?”
“One, I can smell him on you, two, you have just-been-fucked hair, three, you are happy, not to mention a little smug.”
I feel myself blush.
Chris looks out the window at the crunch of gravel in the driveway.
“Run and shower! Blake and Lucy are here.”
When I arrive back downstairs, my hair still damp, but not so unruly, smelling innocently of sandalwood soap, the kids are sitting at the kitchen table and Chris is dishing up the supper.
“How are things at your place?” I ask Lucy, her red-rimmed eyes and her ill-concealed sniffles evidence that she has cried a lot in the last couple of hours.
She tries to tell me, but her eyes fill up with tears again. Blake puts a protective arm around her and begins to relate the story.
Apparently Mary was relieved to see Lucy, but not so happy at first to see him. She railed bitterly against our family, who she seemed to think responsible for seducing Lucy away from her and now for the break up of her marriage.
Lucy managed to calm her a little and insisted that she would only come home if she and Blake were accepted as a couple. She made it clear that Blake was not negotiable, so Mary reluctantly allowed him in the house.
They talked a lot together and cried a lot, while Blake made them endless cups of tea, but Lucy finally agreed that she would come back home and be with Mary, while she coped with the marriage break-up, as long as Mary accepted that she and Blake would be going to the same university and living together.
This caused Mary to throw another fit of hysterics, but when she saw that Lucy was resolute, she conceded defeat. She then turned her attention to Sean and said some pretty uncomplimentary things about him, repeating her view that he must have another woman, otherwise, why this decision out of the blue to leave her?
Lucy soothed her gently and pointed out that beneath the façade, she knew her father hadn’t been happy for years and she was aware that they didn’t really love each other any more. She reassured Mary that she didn’t believe there was another woman, pointing out that Sean was working all the time.
Mary was sceptical and very angry with Sean. She ranted that she would take him for every penny, that she had given him the best years of her life and she wouldn’t let him treat her like this.
“And then,” Lucy said, taking over,” dad arrived home and it got really horrible. Mum has always been rather cold and reserved but I never knew she had it in her to be so vicious and evil. Poor dad. I think she hates him.”
Lucy begins to sob again, tears plopping onto her plate of untouched food,
“And you know what the worst thing is? I don’t think it’s about dad leaving her alone and breaking up our family at all. It’s that she doesn’t want to lose face among her cronies, or lose her “social position” or her beautiful house.”
Blake hugs her tightly and continues,
“So we left them to it and came back here. Lucy couldn’t bear it any longer. She can’t be at her house if they are going to fight like that.”
Chris assures them that Lucy can stay with us as long as she needs to and I agree. Lucy says she needs some time alone and apologizes sweetly for not being able to eat her meal.
Once she has gone upstairs, Blake doesn’t need to pull his punches any longer and makes it quite clear that he thinks Mary is an evil bitch. He even suggests that we offer sanctuary to Sean here, as he feels so sorry for him.
I point out gently that Lucy has the spare room.
“He could use the couch in your studio, dad. Come on, I know Sean is not like you and you have nothing in common, but surely you wouldn’t begrudge the poor bastard a place of safety? I really feared that Mary was going to brain him with one of her designer lamps.”
Now I am faced with either appearing to my son as a heartless, unfeeling bastard or having Sean tantalizingly close, living under our roof and both of us trying to hide our feelings.
I look helplessly at Chris for rescue, but she shrugs and flashes me an evil grin. Maybe, in spite of everything, she is feeling a spark of jealousy about Sean, because she sure as hell is not going to help me out here.
Shit! What am I going to do?
Sean
I am not looking forward to the confrontation with Mary, but every time I shift on my car seat I can still feel Viggo’s presence, and it makes me feel stronger, despite the slight soreness.
I park my car in the garage and step inside the house. Immediately, I hear Mary’s voice growing strident along with Lucy’s calmer, soothing one. It seems to work though, Mary seems to calm down, but that ends when I open the living room door.
The moment she lays eyes on me she starts yelling, seemingly forgetting about Blake and Lucy. She’s accusing me of all sort of things, telling me how she gave me the best years of her life, and how she won’t be able to keep her head up in the neighbourhood any more. All in all she makes it pretty obvious she isn’t mourning the loss of me, but the loss of her prestige.
It’s getting Lucy very upset, and she’s crying again. Blake’s arms are around her, and for once I am genuinely glad she has him. I lay my hand on Lucy’s head, stroking her soft hair, but I address Blake.
“Why don’t you take Lucy to your place Blake, she’ll be better off there.“
He nods, and helps Lucy up. Her face is tear-streaked when she looks at me.
“You go with Blake, sweetheart,” I say, “it will be okay. And Blake... thanks !”
Again he nods and then they are gone.
I turn around to face Mary again. He face is flushed, and even her impeccable hairdo seems to bristle in anger. Her eyes narrowing like a cat, she hisses at me,
“There’s someone else isn’t there? You’ve been spending time with some cheap whore, and now you want to marry her and dump me. If I can’t stop you, I will make you pay Sean!”
I sigh, and sit down, determined to not get angry.
“Believe it or not Mary, but there’s no other woman. I just want to get out of this loveless marriage, before we start hating each other. That’s all, really it is.”
She doesn’t flinch, just keeps glaring at me.
“And you expect me to leave this house? What will people say, Sean and what about our friends? I’ve spent all these years on getting us somewhere, because let’s be frank, your background isn’t something to be proud of. I’ve got us on a higher social level, and now you want to throw that all away on a whim!”
I ignore that, because I still want to try for reason.
“Look Mary, let’s be reasonable here. I am not going to sell the house immediately, but I will put it on the market as soon as we have found you another place. Why would you want to live in a big place like this? Lucy will be leaving soon, and you’ll be alone.”
Yes,” she says, “indeed Lucy will be leaving soon! She just told me! She and that Blake will be going to the same university and will live together, without marrying! I would have thought you wouldn’t be too happy about that either!”
Again I sigh. “I’ve changed my mind about that Mary, Viggo and I had a long talk about it and...”
She stands up and interrupts me. “Viggo? Viggo and that terrible wife of his have started this all. Viggo can kiss my.. my... well my bum!”
I can hardly suppress the urge to tell her he kissed mine only a couple of hours ago, but I manage.
“Anyway Mary, I have contacted John and asked him to represent me in the divorce. I am planning to sell this place as soon as I can, so I suggest you start looking for a smaller place where you and Lucy can live. I’ll find myself a flat or something and move out here as soon as I am able. Let’s please try, if only for Lucy’s sake, to stay polite with each other, until then at least.”
Her face is as cold as stone and she doesn’t look at me or respond.
“I will sleep in one of the guest rooms,” I say and turn round to go upstairs.
The next morning I am in the office early. Mary was nowhere to be seen when I came downstairs to the kitchen this morning, and I made myself breakfast and got the hell out of there before she got up.
I have bought a paper on my way here and I am reading the ads, trying to find myself a place quickly. It won’t be easy, there’s not much on offer, and I realize that I might have to live in a hotel for a while. I can’t stand the idea of living in that house much longer.
An hour later I call Viggo, relieved that it’s him picking up the phone and not Chris or Blake. He asks me how it went, and I tell him, trying not to make too big deal of it. I also thank him for letting Lucy stay there, until things have calmed down a bit.
“We are glad to have her,” he says, “and then he drops his bomb.
“How would you feel about living with us for a while Sean? Just until you’ve found yourself a flat.”
Now his voice has a husky edge to it.
“You could sleep on the couch in my studio.”
TBC
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-30 12:41 pm (UTC)And thank you for reading and commenting
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Date: 2008-01-30 01:52 am (UTC)WONDERFUL chapter ladies, right down to Sean's very impressive bum.
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Date: 2008-01-30 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-31 08:46 am (UTC)“You could sleep on the couch in my studio.” "
Very nice idea . . . if only to get as far away as possible from Mary!
Lucy and Blake are being more grown up about it than the adults it seems, and I like the way you write the complete contrast between attitudes of Sean & Mary and Chris & Viggo.
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Date: 2008-02-01 12:43 am (UTC)