Family Values 6/7

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Title : Family Values 6/7
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 : mooms    (Viggo) & govi20    (Sean)

DISCLAIMER : Written for fun, not for profit. All lies !

Previous parts : here

 

Family Values

Part 6/7

Viggo

Well, I go ahead and do it. When Sean calls, I ask him if he wants to stay here for a while and he is silent at his end.

I add, in my bedroom voice, that he can sleep on my studio couch, wanting to remind him of what happened there yesterday.

He is breathing heavily and he clears his throat and says anxiously,

“Do you think that’s a good idea, Viggo?”

“It was Blake’s idea, Sean, and Chris didn’t object, even though she knows the score between us. I figure that it will raise more suspicions with the kids if you don’t stay here. Anyway, I want you around. It’s gonna be hard, though, keeping my hands off you.”

I hear feet on the stairs and make my voice light and business-like,

“So that’s settled then. Come and be our guest until you find yourself something more permanent.”

Sean grunts his agreement into the phone and I hang up, turning round to see Lucy standing behind me.

She throws her arms around my neck and hugs me, kissing me affectionately on my forehead.

“I have always told Blake that he has the coolest parents in the world. Thank you so much for helping dad out. I’m sure he can’t bear to be in the same house with mum after the things she said to him. I don’t even know if I want to go back there to her, but I suppose I ought to.”

“Give her some time to cool off, Lucy. She’s had a shock and she is hurt.”

“She won’t agree to the divorce, you know. She’ll fight tooth and nail to try and stop him and hang on to the house.”

“But your dad is a lawyer. He’ll know what to do.”

“It’s not his specialist field. He’ll get a friend to do it, though. I wish she’d just accept that they’d be happier apart. Oh, I’m sorry about you and Chris. Blake has told me. You seem to go together so well. It’s sad.”

“Don’t be sad, honey. Things have just come to a parting of the ways between us, but I hope we’ll stay friends.”

Blake comes clattering down the stairs and they leave for school, hand in hand. Chris comes in with the dog and we sit down to have a civilised breakfast together.

“So, I asked Sean to stay here, just until he finds something.”

“Uh huh. And you’ll behave yourselves, while he is here, right? We agreed that it’s too early to tell the kids about you two and both of them need to get used to the idea of their parents splitting up, which is heavy enough.”

“You just want to torture me with Sean being here and us having to hide how we feel.”

“Well I told you, I do want you to be happy, but this thing with Sean, it’s really fucked up. He’s Lucy’s dad, for God’s sake. I still need convincing it’s the right thing to do. Anyhow, you hardly know each other. And you stopped dating men, when you started dating me!”

“I know, I know. I have been faithful to you, Chris. I really took the responsibility of being a husband and father to heart and I have tried. Somehow, I wasn’t enough for you, but you never wanted to split before. Now I know you do. I don’t expect that you planned to feel that way about Paul, when it started, but you do. Well I didn’t plan to feel this way about Sean, but I do.”

She sighs and pours us both more coffee.

I ask her what her plans are. Does she intend to move in with Paul or does she want me to move out and him to move in here?

“In the long term, I’d like him to move here. He only has a tiny apartment. I know how much your studio means to you and I would still want you to be able to use it, though, even after you move out. Short term, we have to support the kids, through all this. They’ll both be off north to university in the fall anyway and it’s only a matter of months.”

“Okay. So we all stay here, playing Happy Families for the time being, while Mary, the Ice Queen sits in her ice palace and plots Sean’s downfall.”

“When she finds out that he’s staying here, she’ll be sticking pins in effigies of us. Bear that in mind, when you feel twinges of aches and pains in your body, before you put them down to middle age!”

I think about the most recent twinges I have felt and smile to myself as I think that they definitely weren’t down to witchcraft, unless being bewitched by those green eyes counts.

Sean

I can’t believe it when Viggo offers me the chance to stay in their house for a while. Of course it would be a solution for now, and I would love to be close to Viggo, but on the other hand it’s a big risk. We will have to be very careful.

I am not sure it’s really a good idea, and I say so, but it certainly is tempting. I am touched when he says Blake even suggested it and Chris has made no objections. The most important thing is him saying he wants me around, though. Then the tone of his voice changes, there must be someone in the room with him now.

“That’s settled then,’ he says, and I kind of agree and we finish the call. I just sit for a while, thinking about how it will be living in the same house as Viggo, but it’s hard to imagine.

At least I will be away from Mary, and that will be better for both of us, even though I doubt she’ll agree with me.

In my lunchtime I drive home. Mary isn’t there, and I go upstairs and pack some belongings, clothes and toiletries in a suitcase. I leave a note for Mary, telling her I am staying with Chris and Viggo. I ask her to contact me at the office if she needs me. She’ll probably fume when she reads it, and I hope she won’t be bothering Chris or Viggo with more angry telephone calls.

The rest of the day, I throw myself into my work, trying to force the floating images of that comfortable couch and what happened on it yesterday out of my head. I do get a lot of work done, and when Janet knocks to say goodnight I a have finished.

I ask her to sit down for a minute and tell her about my upcoming divorce. She’ll have to know sooner or later, and she needs to know where to reach me if necessary. She’s a nice woman, very discreet and I trust her completely. She says the right words at the right times, and doesn’t seem very surprised. I know Mary doesn’t like her, and I suspect that it’s mutual.

I promise Janet this will have no consequences for her job, and then I let her go.

It’s still quite early when I arrive at Viggo’s house. I lift the basket with wild flowers I bought for Chris from the back seat of the car, take my suitcase in the other hand, and a little nervously I ring the bell.

Chris opens the door, and smiles when she sees me. I give her the flowers, and I guess I was right in picking wild flowers, because she’s really delighted, stands on her toes and kisses my cheek.

Viggo comes from the living room, takes the suitcase from my hand and directs me to his studio.

“I’ll just show Sean where he can put his stuff. We’ll be down in a minute,” he says to Chris over his shoulder and I follow him up.

The moment the door of the studio closes behind us, he drops my suitcase and presses me to the door. We kiss hungrily and he tangles his fingers in my hair, holding me in place. When we finally stop kissing we grin at each other, reluctant to break up.

“It’s great to have you here Sean,” he says, “and don’t think you’ll be safe from me, I’ll be up here tonight. Now let’s go down before I throw you on that couch.”

I laugh and he shows me a big dresser, where I can put my stuff. I hastily dispose of my suit and put on my old jeans and a sweater, and smile feeling Viggo’s eyes hotly on me all the time.

Downstairs Lucy greets and hugs me, and I hold her tight for a moment. We sit around the big table in the kitchen and Chris starts serving a pasta dish that smells delicious.

Of course I realize I can’t expect to be treated as a family member every night, and I intend to have a word with Viggo and Chris about that tonight. I want to contribute for Lucy and me financially, but also in any other way I can.

For now, we eat from a strange collection of china plates, and there’s a big pot with pasta sauce in the middle of the table. surrounded by two burning candles in wine bottles. It’s all informal, so different from the carefully arranged diner table Lucy and I are used to, and it’s great.

Lucy and Blake seem very happy, sitting so close to each other they could easily eat from one plate and I smile at them. Under the table both of my legs are claimed, one by Bella’s big head – when I lift the table cloth I see big brown eyes looking at me – the other by Viggo’s hand, warm upon my thigh, a promise for later in that strong hand.

Viggo

It is thrilling having Sean here and I feel a little like a teenager again.

I can’t resist holding and kissing him, when I take him to the studio and promising him that I’ll be visiting him later. I feel a pang of guilt, because Chris warned me we should behave ourselves, while Sean is here, but so long as we are discreet, I think it will be okay.

At dinner, I can’t resist squeezing his thigh under the table and thinking about what we might be getting up to later. Fortunately, the table cloth hides my growing erection and I stay sitting down until it’s safe to stand up.

Everybody pitches in with the washing up and the atmosphere is friendly and relaxed. Afterwards, Chris, Sean and I sit in the living room and have a drink together, while the kids do their homework in the kitchen. Chris curls up in an armchair, Sean takes the couch and I take the other chair, to resist any temptation to touch him. Sean brings up the issue of paying for his board and Lucy’s and says that he doesn’t want to impose. He asks if there is any other way he can help us out.

Chris smiles at him and says that although we’ll gladly accept his financial contribution, he’s not imposing. We are happy to have him and Lucy stay, but if he’d like to lend a hand with the garden, sadly neglected by me, then she’d be thrilled.

Sean is pleased and admits that he will miss his garden. It was his haven and he would escape from Mary out there. He finds it therapeutic and relaxing.

When the phone rings, we all jump, expecting it to be Mary, but it’s clearly Paul, because Chris smiles ruefully at us and takes it out onto the deck to have the conversation in private.

“I still don’t know how you manage to be so laid back about your wife’s lover, although saying that, it would solve a few problems if Mary got herself one. He’d have to be a masochist, though.”

“There must have been better times with her, Sean, in the early days.”

“Maybe, but it’s hard to remember,” he says wistfully. “I married for advancement in my career, not love and it’s not as if she ever really liked sex.”

I ache to put my arms around him, but remain determinedly in my chair. I can’t bear to think of all those wasted years he spent in a loveless marriage.

The evening seems to last for ever, but eventually we all turn in. I spend quite a time in our bathroom, before climbing into bed with Chris. We both know we would rather be elsewhere.

She puts her book down and says sternly,

“Don’t even think it!”

“What?”

“Nocturnal ramblings. You don’t sleepwalk, so nobody is going to believe that one, if you get caught. We agreed on discretion, remember?”

“Yes, maam,” I say, sarcastically, with no intentions of behaving myself.

She switches out the light and turns over, ready to sleep.

I lie on my back, determined to stay awake, alert to every sound the house is making. After a while, Chris begins to snore softly. She always denies that she does it, but it’s a sure sign that she is properly asleep.

I hear the toilet flush in the family bathroom and then footsteps down the corridor. They are too heavy for Lucy, but they stop at her door. There’s a soft tap and then the door opens and closes quietly.

Well that takes care of Blake for a while. No danger of running into him!

I sneak out of bed, grabbing my threadbare towelling robe and tiptoeing down the corridor. As I pass Lucy’s door, I hear a stifled gasp and a soft chuckle and smile fondly. It suddenly strikes me as funny that we have reversed roles and I am creeping about, afraid of being caught by the kids and I am sniggering, when I open he door to the studio and slip inside.

A shaft of moonlight falling through the huge windows falls on Sean’s naked chest, painting it grey-blue. He is stretched out on his back, a single sheet drawn up over his hips and I hold my breath as I approach the couch. I kneel beside it in reverence, watching the rise and fall. His eyes are closed, but I hear him whisper,

“So are you just window shopping?”

I slip off my robe and take hold of the sheet, sliding it down. The cool linen catches on his erect penis and I tug it away, causing his cock to jump and twitch.

I nuzzle his balls and lick a lazy stripe from his asshole, along his perineum and up his shaft, pausing at the top to taste the precum gathered in the slit, which shines in the moonlight. My tongue circles the head a couple of times and I grip firmly around the base, while my other hand rolls his balls, feeling their weight.

“Vig,” a hiss between clenched teeth, as I slowly slide my head down, enveloping him in the wet heat of my mouth. His hands find my hair and he is struggling to keep his hips still.

I raise my head and look at him questioningly. He produces a condom and tube of lube from under his pillow and throws them to me. It’s great that we don’t need words to communicate.

Quickly I lube and stretch myself, then I try something I haven’t done in a long time and put the condom in my mouth, working it down his cock with my lips until he is fully sheathed.

“Look, no hands,” I whisper, as I crouch over him and position myself, finally sinking slowly and letting gravity do my job for me, until he is embedded deep inside me.

Sean is groaning and bites his hand to try and muffle the noises he is making.

I ride him and he surges up to meet me until we establish a rhythm. I slide a hand round my own cock and it is joined by his. This is teamwork and we move together to the conclusion, both of us desperately trying to silence the cries we want to let out.

Both spent, we lie together, panting.

Sean nibbles my ear and whispers,

“Wet wipes, under the couch.”

I grab them and clean us both up, then we kiss for a while before I set out on my nefarious journey back to my room.

Sean

It’s amazing how much I feel at home here. I help clean up a little after dinner, and then we sit in the living room, Chris, Viggo and I, and we have the talk I planned. Luckily they accept me paying for Lucy and me, and I am quite happy with Chris asking me to make myself useful in the garden. I had a look earlier and it certainly needs attending to. It’s the only thing I will miss from my house, I loved that garden.

When Paul calls, Chris retreats to the deck, to talk in private. It leaves us together, talking about the ending of our marriages. It’s sad, but in a way it’s also a new life for both of us.

I look at Viggo, who is sitting in a chair, leaving an appropriate distance between us. I think about what he promised earlier, and can’t wait for him to live up to that promise.

Slowly the evening goes by, but finally we all go up, and after I have showered, I lie on the couch. It’s a warm night and only a cool sheet covers the lower part of my naked body.

My ears are keen on every sound, and I smile when I hear a toilet flushing and then footsteps along the corridor. It isn’t Viggo though, and I freeze when I realize what’s probably going on. But I know I will have to live with it, or lose my daughter. The last few days have taught me that Blake is a good kid, and I trust him, even though I am still a bit itchy about it. But that’s what’s being a father is about, I guess.

I will my body to relax and close my eyes. I don’t open them when I hear Viggo coming in, only when I feel his breath on my body, I whisper. “So are you just window shopping?”

He lifts the sheet from me, and his wicked tongue starts a thorough exploration of my groin. He toys with me mercilessly until I can take the slow tease no longer, and ask him, gritting my teeth.

He takes me in, and I clutch both hands in his hair, fighting the urge to shove my cock deeper into that tight wet heat. I grab the condom and lube from under my pillow, when he finally stops. He prepares himself for me and my cock surges when he bends over and works the condom over it with his mouth.

“Look, no hands,” he whispers, and I laugh softly, but then he sinks down on me, and my laugh turns into a groan. I bite my hand in a desperate attempt to keep silent.

He rides me hard, and my hips buck up in answer. I clasp my hand over his on his cock, until we both climax and slump down in a sweaty heap, tying to smother our cries.

It would be great if we could just sleep together, but we can’t. We kiss, and lie together a while longer, but then he has to return.

Even though I think I won’t be able to sleep, I turn over and fall asleep almost immediately.

The next morning in the office I talk to John, a good friend of mine, and a specialist in divorce cases. We go through my financial status, and he promises to send an official request for divorce to Mary, or Mary’s lawyer if she has one yet.

I tell him about Mary threatening me, and he sounds serious when replying,

“You know Sean, she could make this all really hard if she wants. If she gets a clever lawyer this could take a long time. It would be better if you could find a consensus between the two of you. Divorces can turn sensible couples into bloodthirsty enemies.”

I know he’s right, but I don’t think Mary is up for a good conversation just yet. She wants to keep the house with everything in it, and I am not prepared to let her have it. I can only hope she will be more reasonable in time.

When I return from lunch later there’s a note on my desk from Janet, saying Mary has called. I take a deep breath and then pick up the phone.

“Mary, it’s me. Are you okay?”

Without responding to that, she starts talking, her voice cold as ice.

“If you are not planning to come back home, I advise you to pick up your clothes. I will be changing the locks later today, because I don’t want you inside my house while I am not there. You can take your personal belongings with you, but that’s it, nothing else. You have four hours.”

The ‘click’ tells me she has ended the call, and I slowly put the phone down. Well, so much for reasonable. I sigh, foreseeing even more trouble in the nearby future.

But then my trained solicitor’s brain takes over, and I start writing a list of the things I need to get out of the house.


Viggo

When Sean comes home from the office, the rest of us are already here and it’s clear from his face that he is upset. He explains that Mary is getting the locks changed on the house, so he has had to bring the rest of his clothes and a few other belongings here. He has them in the car.

Lucy flies to him and hugs him, angry at her mother’s action, then it dawns on her that it is her house too and she will also be locked out. She goes to call Mary and remonstrate with her, while I help Sean carry his stuff in from his car.

As we can’t be seen from the house, I hug him and ask him if he is okay.

He lets me hold him and tells me that he has mixed feelings about it all. He resents being locked out of the house he bought and paid for, but when it came to removing his belongings, there was surprisingly little of him there to bring away.

At least it’s ammunition against Mary. Excluding him from the marital home constitutes unreasonable behaviour. He anticipates difficulties in getting the house sold and their assets divided, because she is going to make things as hard as possible and he doesn’t have grounds for divorce or even legal separation, if she contests it.

As we carry his stuff in, Lucy and Blake pass us on the way out, going to see Mary. She wants Lucy to come home and Lucy is prepared to agree, as long as she doesn’t change the locks and as long as she doesn’t run down Sean in front of her. Lucy will try to talk her mum round to agreeing to a divorce, because it’s clear the marriage has broken down.

Sean is very moved by Lucy’s loyalty and support and has to wipe away a tear after they have gone. I grip his shoulder and squeeze. We have raised a couple of good kids.

The summer wears on and things change a little. Sean stays here and Lucy does go home to her mum. These are her last few months at home before going to university and she feels an obligation. She decides that she won’t take sides, though to my mind, it is obvious where her sympathies lie. Sean gets to see a lot of her, as she still spends as much time as possible here with Blake and still has the spare room as her own, if she wants to use it.

They both get their exam results and do very well, so it’s all set for them to move to Nottingham in the fall. They both have holiday jobs and set about looking for accommodation up there in a shared house. They are very organised.

Chris and I agree that we will wait for Blake to leave and then I will find myself somewhere else to live. Sean and I have talked about getting a place together. We are getting along real well, in spite of all the stresses on our relationship and I am growing tired of all the clandestine creeping about the house at dead of night.

At first it was kind of fun and even thrilling in a way, but now I figure it’s not a very mature way for two middle aged men to behave. Of course, Sean could have moved out weeks ago to his own place, but we crave our stolen moments together and neither of us wants to let go. I am not sure that sleeping on the couch is doing Sean’s back any good, though.

I am thrilled when Chris announces that she and Paul are going away for a long weekend to a friend’s cottage on the Norfolk coast and they will take Bella with them. Even better, Blake and Lucy are planning to travel to Nottingham the same weekend to see a couple of potential places to live.

Sean and I will have the run of the house to ourselves and we’ll finally be able to sleep in a bed together and for the whole night. We wave everybody off and they are barely out of the driveway, before we have leapt at each other and practically torn each other’s clothes off.

We spend a glorious weekend, able to walk around the house nude, share the shower and the big old-fashioned bath and spend as much time as we like in bed together. We eat breakfast off each other, laugh ourselves stupid, fuck like rabbits and we are deliriously happy.

All good things must come to an end, though and Sunday afternoon arrives all too quickly. Chris won’t be home until Monday, but we have to meet Blake and Lucy off the train this evening. We decide on a final, celebratory fuck after a pub lunch and fall into an exhausted sleep curled round each other, after our extended sex-fest.

I jerk awake, hearing the front door slam. Shit! I hope it is Chris, although she won’t be thrilled to find us in her bed. The bedside clock shows that it is only 5 pm and it’s still Sunday, so it shouldn’t be her.

I shake Sean awake in a panic.

We cling to each other, listening to steps coming up the stairs and along the corridor. There’s a chance that we may be able to hide in here, but I remember that Sean’s car is in the driveway and that we left a trail of clothes up the stairs. The footsteps stop outside the door and we both hold our breaths.

“Dad? Are you in there?”

Blake’s voice sounds puzzled.

“Just having a nap,” I call back,” You’re early!”

Sean gets out of bed and sneaks into the bathroom, pulling the door closed.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Blake steps into the room and sniffs the air.

“Dad, this room reeks of sex. Who is in your bathroom and what’s going on?”

TBC

Comments

[ex-warmfuzzi813.livejournal.com]

Oh Boy, here it comes. I just love cliff hangers......................not.
I do like how Sean and Viggo are getting closer and closer though. They
are such a good couple.

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

We think they are a great couple, which is why we only write VigBean. :) :)

We will be sad to post the final part tomorrow !

[moondreamer1.livejournal.com]

Time to catch up again. Wow - things have moved along quickly. They boys are definitely having fun.

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

They certainly are ! So are we, but sadly, the story concludes tomorrow.

[phytha.livejournal.com]

Loved the part of Vig and his son tiptoing through the house in the middle of the night. And really enjoyed the "moonlight description". Hope so much that Mary will get what she deserves, that she looses all of her status and has to live in a shelter.

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

Ooops! Looks like they're going to have to confess earlier than expected . . .

:)