Invasion of Privacy 5/5
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rugbytackleTitle : Invasion of Privacy 5/5
Pairing : Viggo/Sean
Warning : AU, a bit of BDSM, nothing too heavy though
Rating : NC-17
Archiving : rugbytackling, viggo_cursive, switch_bottoms
Summary : Viggo is a paparazzi, and Sean is being more or less stalked. Sean decides to put an end to that in a extraordinairy way.
Authors :![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mooms (Viggo) govi20 (Sean)
DISCLAIMER : written for fun, not for profit. All dirty lies !
Previous parts : here
Invasion of Privacy
Part 5/5
Viggo
Having got over the initial surprise of Sean kissing me, I find his demonstration of his improvisational skills impressive.
His technique would have been useful in the inquisition and he gets me to confess that I was watching Lady Chatterley for his ass. As if he didn’t already know that!
It is thrilling being restrained again and I find that like this, the sting of the fly-swatter is extremely stimulating. Then he moves on to alternating ice cubes and candle wax. The contrasting sensations on my sensitive nipples drive me wild and I can’t keep silent.
As he trickles melted wax down my body, getting ever nearer to my swollen cock, I swear that much more of this and I could come without him even touching me.
I yell again in shock as his hand encloses me with an icy grip and the bastard begins to stroke an ice cube up and down my length. It is almost too much against my tender flesh, but he follows it up with his warm, wet mouth and within seconds, I am moaning, in danger of coming again.
He removes his mouth and draws back, looking at me hungrily and telling me that although he wants to play a lot more, he wants to fuck me right now.
I smile at him, thinking that he’s not going to get this all his own way and let go of the headboard, telling him it’s my turn now.
Sean looks at me as if he’s not sure that I am serious. I keep smiling and trying to untwist the tee shirt to free my wrists. He decides to treat it lightly and responds,
“Boldly spoken for a man who is tied up. Come on then, Houdini and show me what you can do.”
With a supreme effort and a rending of fabric, I manage to pull my wrists apart and at the same time, a sharp jerk with each ankle snaps the laces and frees my legs.
“And with one bound, our hero was free.”
Moving quickly, I get onto my hands and knees and prowl down the bed towards Sean, who seems to be frozen with shock.
“So, Sean, how about it? Fair is fair, quid pro quo, turn and turn about and all that.”
“But I don’t bottom.”
“Nor do I, Sean.”
“You did last time,” he says accusingly.
“That was a special, just for you and if I recall, I said it was a once only offer!”
He looks dejected,
“But I thought from tonight that you wanted …..more.”
“I do. I admit I’ve thought of you constantly, haven’t been able to concentrate or paint, just had to see you again, but it doesn’t mean that I will just roll over for you every time. I’m not your poodle, Sean.”
I follow up with a growl and lean in, biting his shoulder and making him yelp.
“Bastard!”
He grabs my upper arms and throws me backwards onto the bed, crawling up between my legs and holding my wrists in a grip of iron, forcing my hands above my head again. His mouth comes down hard on mine and he tries to dominate me by a combination of his physical strength and the passion of his assault.
His rigid cock rubs against mine almost painfully and I wince, as I feel the tug of the hardened candle wax in my body hair, but I fight back, determined that he should understand that we need to be equals, otherwise I won’t play.
When he surfaces for air, I take him by surprise with a head butt on the forehead and the pain and surprise allow me throw him off and roll on top, biting him on the other shoulder.
I desperately want either to fuck or be fucked and I am uncomfortably aware that if it really comes to the crunch and he insists on topping, I will probably give in, but I don’t know where that would leave us afterwards. I do want him, but I don’t want this to be a casual thing, where he turns up, ties me up and fucks me once a week.
I gently lave the bites I have made and while he is still shocked, I capture his mouth and ravage it.
Now I need to breathe, and I lift my head and look at him. He shakes his head as if dazed, which he probably is, judging by the white mark I left on his forehead.
“You feel really strongly about this, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I don’t trust myself to say any more in case I weaken.
I see him wrestling with various emotions and then he nods and simply says,
“Okay.”
I lean over him and grapple frantically in the drawer for lube and condoms, before he can change his mind.
Sean
I remind him that as long as he’s tied up, he’s more or less under my control. Of course a torn tee shirt is not exactly ideal bondage material, and I was maybe too anxious to do a good job with it, but I am still surprised he manages to free himself. The shoe laces must have been in that kitchen drawer for ages, because he makes them snap quite easily. All in all, it’s not what I expected, and I stare at him when he crawls close to me and demands to top.
I throw in a few weak protests, but it’s clear I can’t win by talking, so when Viggo bites me sharply, I decide to bring him under, using physical strength. I push him backwards, holding him in place by grabbing his wrists, and mould my body over his. Grinding hard against him, I lean in and kiss him almost brutally. We are equally hard as hell, but both also determined to win.
The head butt comes out of nowhere, and I close my eyes due to the blinding white flashes it causes. I am vaguely aware of being rolled over and then my mouth is being taken; there’s no other word to describe it. I shake my head to try and focus on Viggo’s face right above me.
It’s true what I said, I don’t bottom. But there’s something about his strength, and the way I feel being held down by him, that makes me want to maybe try it, if only once.
“You feel really strongly about this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he says simply, and somehow I know this is a significant moment. Maybe if I push enough he will let me fuck him again, but maybe then that’s all that it will ever be, a fuck. Even though his eyes are unreadable they tell me something about how it possibly could be more than that.
It’s a scary thought, allowing him to take me, but there’s also a small fire burning deep inside me when I try to think about how it will feel.
I nod slowly. “Okay,” I say.
I look at him, and nearly laugh at his nervous effort to bring up something – lube? condoms? - from the no-doubt cluttered drawer of his night stand. I rub my forehead, which still hurts and feels numb, and then he bends down to kiss it.
“I am sorry I did that, Sean,” he says.
“No, you’re not,” I growl back at him, but his tongue licking my skin feels damned good.
He draws back a little to look at me. “How do you want to... do you want to turn over?”
I nod, not trusting my voice enough to say something, and turn around, hiding my face in the pillow. I try to get up to my knees, but Viggo holds me down. He slowly starts caressing my back, kissing and licking what seems to be every inch of my back and before too long I am trembling with need.
I hear my own shuddering moan when his tongue dips even lower, and works its way inside my crack, circling my hole and finally stabbing in. I clench my hands in the sheets, trying to fight back the urge to buck up to that tongue, driving it even deeper. It’s dirty and filthy and it feels bloody fantastic, but it’s not enough and I start pleading with him.
I try to relax when Viggo’s slicked fingers move inside me, searching and then finding that spot, over and over, until I am crying out. His fingers pull out, and I hear the tearing of the foil packet. I get up on my knees, but I keep my face in the pillow and my eyes closed.
He leans in and kisses the nape of my neck, his voice husky and breathless.
“Ready, Sean?”
I push back at him in answer and then I feel the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. He goes slowly, but it still fucking hurts. I have to force myself to accept and not to fight him, but finally my body gives in and lets him slide all the way in.
I feel strange, vulnerable, full and almost delirious at the same time.
He stops and waits, giving me time to adjust, until slowly the pain recedes, and I push back a little.
“Fuck Sean,” he groans, pulling back carefully and sliding back in, his hands gripping my hips. He starts speeding up a little, shifting to change the angle. I almost sob into my pillow when he hits my prostate, and he starts fucking me seriously.
I try to get up on all fours, and he pulls me closer. We moan in unison, and I hardly recognize my own voice when I beg him to go harder, faster, pushing back to him. His hand glides down and grabs my cock, stroking it firmly. I am lost in frantically pushing up into his hand and then forcing myself back down on his cock again, until I can take it no more and come, my cock jerking in his hand and then spurting over it.
I hear him curse above me, his fingers digging into my hips painfully, and then he thrusts into me deeply, one more time.
Viggo
I gasp with relief as I manage to find the lube and condoms amid the crap in my drawer.
I don’t think I really believed he would agree to this and when I see him rubbing the mark I made on his head, I feel a pang of guilt and plant a kiss on the spot, telling him I am sorry.
“No, you’re not,” he growls, but he doesn’t seem to bear me any animosity and I gently lick his forehead.
Then I can’t wait any longer and I let him choose how he wants this to be. He turns over onto his belly and the beautiful lines and curves of his strong back and softly swelling buttocks are laid out like a canvass in front of me.
Holding him right where I want him, I start at the nape of his neck and use my tongue to paint my way down his spine, alternating with kisses and nips, until I reach my goal and taste his very essence.
I stab my tongue inside him and soon, he is pleading with me for more, so I slick up my fingers and push in, feeling the resistance and the tension in his taut body. He is making a conscious effort to relax and when I bend two fingers and locate his sweet spot, he yells and I feel his body accept the intrusion.
Then he is on his knees, with me pushing into him as carefully as I can, shaking with the effort to go slow, pausing until he is pushing back towards me and inviting me to continue. I hear myself groan his name and after that, I am lost in a fucking-frenzy, grabbing his hips and clinging on for dear life as I piston in and out of his body.
He is meeting me thrust for thrust and I belatedly remember to slide my hand between us and grasp his cock, trying to match my rhythm. He comes hard and I swear violently and follow him with a final deep surge.
Sean slides down flat onto the bed again and I lie on top of him, reluctant to withdraw and lose the connection. I let go his hips, realizing that he will bear the bruises from my fingers for days, along with the bites I put on him and the bump on his forehead. I have truly marked him tonight.
Softening, I carefully move out of him and take care of the condom, then I go in the bathroom and bring back a washcloth and towel.
Rolling him over, I turn his face to look at me and try to read his expression.
“Are you okay, Sean? Did I hurt you?”
“Yes, I’m okay and yes, you did hurt me, but nothing I can’t handle. It was….weird…but I liked it.”
“So we are good?”
“Come here,” and he puts his arms around me and pulls me into a deep kiss. “That’s how good we are.”
“Feels good to me.”
I gently clean him up and pull the duvet up over us both to keep us warm, while we talk.
“Where do we go from here, Sean? What do you want to do?”
“Well I’ve not finished playing with you yet. There are still more things from the kitchen to try, look! I found wooden clothes pegs, an egg whisk, a cheese grater……”
“No, Sean! I draw the line at the cheese grater!”
“Me too, only kidding! But it’s going to be fun getting the wax off your furry pelt anyway.”
.
He waggles his eyebrows at me and laughs like a pantomime villain.
“Well I am happy to play with you some more, you sadistic bastard, only, I really meant what happens after tonight? I mean, do we go another month or so with me wanking to your movies, then I just have to see you again and stalk you, you turn up here and we do this again? I don’t think I can put up with that.”
“No, nor me. I tried not to think about you and I did try seeing other people, but it didn’t work. I would like to try seeing you on a regular basis, see where we can go with this.”
“Me too. You really made an impression on me, Sean. I even changed my job because of you.”
I get up and get us drinks and then I tell Sean how I only became a paparazzi to make as much money as I could as quick as I could, so I could be free to pursue my art, how I feel bad about it now, since he showed me the error of my ways and how I now spend my days taking cute baby pictures.
He laughs, but tells me he’s not sure that’s much better, especially if I use what he calls my “homme fatal” charm to talk the moms into it. In fact, he thinks I still need punishing.
There’s a minor skirmish, which I happily lose, and I get a spanking with an egg whisk, followed by a thorough fucking, after which we are both satisfied and exhausted.
As we lie tangled in a sweaty heap, he mentions that he should probably go home.
“Stay, please,” I whisper and we fall asleep, still entangled.
Sean
It’s hard to describe how it felt being taken by Viggo, but it’s more or less like I tell him; weird, but good. Later, after he has cleaned us up, we talk about the future. I agree with him there are decisions to be made, and we can’t do this like a casual thing. It’s a bit early for more than that, but we decide to see each other on a regular basis.
He explains how he got to be a paparazzi in the first place, and it’s kind of flattering to hear how ‘meeting’ me in real life made him see it was the wrong choice. I laugh when he tells me about the tiresome job he has right now. It will probably take him a lot longer to reach his artistic goal, but it will be better in the end.
We have a bit of fun with the egg whisk, and this time he’s more than happy to roll over for me and let me fuck him. Afterwards I feel exhausted, but still offer to leave. I am glad he asks me to stay, though and I sleep more soundly that night than I have done in months.
When I wake up in the morning, I am alone. I stretch, wincing because I am a bit sore. Viggo is in the kitchen, and I grin as I see him use the egg whisk in a more conventional way. I must have been dead to the world when sleeping, because he tells me he went out food shopping, as there was really nothing edible in the house. His hair is sticking out all ways, and I can’t help ruffling it a bit more. He does know how to make a decent English breakfast, though.
Later, we just manage to share a shower in his very small bathroom. It has its merits, in the way our wet bodies are pressed together. It’s fun getting down on my knees to give him a blowjob, cramped up against one side of the wall. He’s quite an amazing man, and I don’t think I have ever enjoyed just being with someone else like this. Even without the sex it’s great.
When I finally leave, we have picked a day later this week for him to visit me. It’s a bit of a shame we can’t go out in public, especially for him. I am more or less used to that. Already I am planning on taking him on a holiday trip somewhere where I am not that well known and we’ll be able to get to know each other a bit better. I don’t say anything about it, though. I don’t want to make him feel like I am pressing him into something he’s maybe not yet ready for.
Well, at least I didn’t need to give him my address.
All week long I am looking out for Friday. The week is filled with all kinds of stuff. In a few weeks time I’ll be leaving for India, to shoot another Sharpe and there’s a lot I need to arrange before I go.
Friday, late in the afternoon, I am on my couch, trying to read a script I can’t keep my head concentrating on, waiting for him. Now that he’s about to arrive, I feel strangely nervous. It’s kind of hard to imagine him here. I try to see the house through his eyes, and I am afraid he will think I am a pompous arse.
I’ve made my bed with clean sheets – just in case – and the dresser in my bedroom contains a lot of interesting stuff. Maybe that will make us both feel better. But we’ll have a civilised conversation and a drink first, I decide.
My heart jumps up in my chest when I hear the buzzer and I chide myself for behaving like some lovesick schoolgirl.
In the hallway I press the intercom button. “Who’s there?”
“You’ve ordered pizza?” That’s a nice Italian accent he’s putting on and I laugh and let him in.
Now that Viggo’s here there’s nothing awkward about it. He’s walked around a bit, examined my art collection, and picked out music he likes. He doesn’t seem to feel out of place at all and I relax.
I am trying, really trying hard, to have a normal conversation, but the way he looks and smells keep distracting me, and I finally give in and kiss him thoroughly. Five minutes later, we’re in the bedroom.
No playing this time, though, we both just don’t feel like it. It’s more a long and sweet exploration, and it’s good and a bit scary at the same time. We only go downstairs after a while to have dinner – we are both starving – but go right back to bed again after that. This time we don’t get out until the next morning.
Viggo has an appointment the next day, but only late in the afternoon, so we can spend most of the day together. It’s great having him around, time really flies, and I let him go only reluctantly.
After we agree to see each other again on Monday, I walk him to the door to see him out. He is out on my porch already, when he turns around,
“I had a great time, Sean. I… well to be honest I am falling hard for you.”
It’s exactly how I feel too, and I step closer, cup his face and kiss him. His arms slide around my waist and we cling to each other.
That’s when I see the flash from my neighbour’s garden
Viggo
Well Sean agreed to stay the night and in the morning I crept out before he woke to get some supplies for breakfast. I am a little lacking, when it comes to catering and often forget to eat, when painting or developing pictures, but if Sean and I are going to be an item, I think I need to keep up my strength.
It’s a little scary for me, embarking on a new relationship, when my track record is not good and I’ve always thought of myself as a bit of a lone wolf. Because early though it is, I have no doubt that this is already shaping up to be a relationship.
I don’t know exactly where we are going and who can ever say forever? I do know, though, that I am ready for a new adventure with Sean, wherever it will lead us.
We have breakfast together in happy companionship and then share a cramped shower and a blow job, before he has to leave. We have made another date for Friday – the return leg to be played at his place! There’s a few days’ grace, because he has a busy week ahead and also, I think he is trying to give me some space. It can’t come soon enough for me, though!
Standing outside the security gate at his luxurious town house in an expensive suburb, I pause for a minute and ponder our very different lives, before I press the buzzer. When he answers, I put on a fake Italian accent and pretend to be a pizza delivery guy to make him laugh and break the tension.
Inside, I can tell that he is waiting anxiously for my reaction. On first sight the place looks as if it has been done by an expensive interior designer, elegant and tasteful, but impersonal, but if you really start to look, there are personal bits of Sean everywhere. He has a very interesting and individual art collection, bits and pieces of porcelain he has collected, a piano which is clearly played regularly and not just for show and a CD collection, which mirrors my own taste in many respects.
It feels like Sean and smells like Sean here and I feel him relax as I nod my approval. He tries to go for conversation, but of course, it’s not long before we end up in his big, comfortable bed and we pretty much stay there for the weekend, only getting up to eat and use the bathroom.
Reluctantly, I eventually need to leave, because I am seeing a gallery owner, who has shown an interest in my paintings and photographs. I am hoping to get an exhibition out of our meeting, so I have to tear myself away from Sean, well, peel myself off him, really, would be more accurate.
We don’t part without making another date to meet.
As he is seeing me out of his house, I turn on an impulse and admit that I am falling hard for him already. He doesn’t answer in words, but steps forward, takes my face in both hands and kisses me. I put my arms around him and kiss him back, looking into his eyes the whole time.
The sudden flash from next door makes us both jump and Sean curses, but I am already moving, running towards the garden wall. I am pretty fit and as the pap scrambles down from the tree he was hiding in, I manage to scale the wall and jump down into the street, where I tackle the guy as he drops the last few feet from a thick, overhanging branch.
It’s Andy, a pap I know by sight and I flatten him, knocking the breath out of him and grabbing his camera.
“Viggo!” he manages to gasp,” I didn’t know it was you. Give me a break.”
“I’ll give you a break, you bastard. I’m just making up my mind which of your limbs it’s gonna be first!”
I feel Sean’s hand on my shoulder. He has come round through the gate and is standing over us.
“Vig, you should let him go.”
“Let him go? He’s a fucking vulture, Sean, you hate them, remember?”
“I do, but maybe I’ve mellowed. I’ve learnt that they are human, just like celebs.”
“Whatever you say, but let me take the film out of his camera before I kick his ass down the street.”
“No, let him keep it. He can “publish and be damned” as the Duke of Wellington famously said.”
“But Sean, he’s invaded your privacy and this will be bad for your career.”
“Let him go and we’ll talk.”
Shaking my head, I reluctantly let Andy get up. He snatches his camera and I deliver a kick to his retreating ass to make myself feel better.
I turn to Sean in disbelief.
“Got the number for your mate, Rebecca, Vig?”
“Sure, it’s programmed into my cell phone.”
“Call her and promise her an exclusive interview and pictures tonight, then get off to your meeting. Tell her we want £300,000 for it. Call me, when you’ve finished with your gallery bloke and I’ll arrange to pick you up and go meet her.”
“But Sean……”
“I think I’ve skulked in the closet long enough, Viggo. I don’t want to hide you away and there’ll always be more like him stalking us. If anybody is going to cash in on invading our privacy, it may as well be us!”
“What is your agent going to say?”
“I don’t care. Those leather pics you took didn’t affect my career in the end and I don’t believe these will. We’ll get some hate mail, but so what? Now go, you’ll be late.”
“Sean, you know I just said I was falling for you?”
“Yes.”
“I was wrong. I’ve already fallen headlong and hopelessly in love.”
“And I’m here to catch you.”
We stand, our arms around each other and kiss right there in the open street, in full view of anybody inquisitive.
Privacy is overrated sometimes.
THE END
Pairing : Viggo/Sean
Warning : AU, a bit of BDSM, nothing too heavy though
Rating : NC-17
Archiving : rugbytackling, viggo_cursive, switch_bottoms
Summary : Viggo is a paparazzi, and Sean is being more or less stalked. Sean decides to put an end to that in a extraordinairy way.
Authors :
mooms (Viggo) govi20 (Sean) DISCLAIMER : written for fun, not for profit. All dirty lies !
Previous parts : here
Invasion of Privacy
Part 5/5
Viggo
Having got over the initial surprise of Sean kissing me, I find his demonstration of his improvisational skills impressive.
His technique would have been useful in the inquisition and he gets me to confess that I was watching Lady Chatterley for his ass. As if he didn’t already know that!
It is thrilling being restrained again and I find that like this, the sting of the fly-swatter is extremely stimulating. Then he moves on to alternating ice cubes and candle wax. The contrasting sensations on my sensitive nipples drive me wild and I can’t keep silent.
As he trickles melted wax down my body, getting ever nearer to my swollen cock, I swear that much more of this and I could come without him even touching me.
I yell again in shock as his hand encloses me with an icy grip and the bastard begins to stroke an ice cube up and down my length. It is almost too much against my tender flesh, but he follows it up with his warm, wet mouth and within seconds, I am moaning, in danger of coming again.
He removes his mouth and draws back, looking at me hungrily and telling me that although he wants to play a lot more, he wants to fuck me right now.
I smile at him, thinking that he’s not going to get this all his own way and let go of the headboard, telling him it’s my turn now.
Sean looks at me as if he’s not sure that I am serious. I keep smiling and trying to untwist the tee shirt to free my wrists. He decides to treat it lightly and responds,
“Boldly spoken for a man who is tied up. Come on then, Houdini and show me what you can do.”
With a supreme effort and a rending of fabric, I manage to pull my wrists apart and at the same time, a sharp jerk with each ankle snaps the laces and frees my legs.
“And with one bound, our hero was free.”
Moving quickly, I get onto my hands and knees and prowl down the bed towards Sean, who seems to be frozen with shock.
“So, Sean, how about it? Fair is fair, quid pro quo, turn and turn about and all that.”
“But I don’t bottom.”
“Nor do I, Sean.”
“You did last time,” he says accusingly.
“That was a special, just for you and if I recall, I said it was a once only offer!”
He looks dejected,
“But I thought from tonight that you wanted …..more.”
“I do. I admit I’ve thought of you constantly, haven’t been able to concentrate or paint, just had to see you again, but it doesn’t mean that I will just roll over for you every time. I’m not your poodle, Sean.”
I follow up with a growl and lean in, biting his shoulder and making him yelp.
“Bastard!”
He grabs my upper arms and throws me backwards onto the bed, crawling up between my legs and holding my wrists in a grip of iron, forcing my hands above my head again. His mouth comes down hard on mine and he tries to dominate me by a combination of his physical strength and the passion of his assault.
His rigid cock rubs against mine almost painfully and I wince, as I feel the tug of the hardened candle wax in my body hair, but I fight back, determined that he should understand that we need to be equals, otherwise I won’t play.
When he surfaces for air, I take him by surprise with a head butt on the forehead and the pain and surprise allow me throw him off and roll on top, biting him on the other shoulder.
I desperately want either to fuck or be fucked and I am uncomfortably aware that if it really comes to the crunch and he insists on topping, I will probably give in, but I don’t know where that would leave us afterwards. I do want him, but I don’t want this to be a casual thing, where he turns up, ties me up and fucks me once a week.
I gently lave the bites I have made and while he is still shocked, I capture his mouth and ravage it.
Now I need to breathe, and I lift my head and look at him. He shakes his head as if dazed, which he probably is, judging by the white mark I left on his forehead.
“You feel really strongly about this, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I don’t trust myself to say any more in case I weaken.
I see him wrestling with various emotions and then he nods and simply says,
“Okay.”
I lean over him and grapple frantically in the drawer for lube and condoms, before he can change his mind.
Sean
I remind him that as long as he’s tied up, he’s more or less under my control. Of course a torn tee shirt is not exactly ideal bondage material, and I was maybe too anxious to do a good job with it, but I am still surprised he manages to free himself. The shoe laces must have been in that kitchen drawer for ages, because he makes them snap quite easily. All in all, it’s not what I expected, and I stare at him when he crawls close to me and demands to top.
I throw in a few weak protests, but it’s clear I can’t win by talking, so when Viggo bites me sharply, I decide to bring him under, using physical strength. I push him backwards, holding him in place by grabbing his wrists, and mould my body over his. Grinding hard against him, I lean in and kiss him almost brutally. We are equally hard as hell, but both also determined to win.
The head butt comes out of nowhere, and I close my eyes due to the blinding white flashes it causes. I am vaguely aware of being rolled over and then my mouth is being taken; there’s no other word to describe it. I shake my head to try and focus on Viggo’s face right above me.
It’s true what I said, I don’t bottom. But there’s something about his strength, and the way I feel being held down by him, that makes me want to maybe try it, if only once.
“You feel really strongly about this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he says simply, and somehow I know this is a significant moment. Maybe if I push enough he will let me fuck him again, but maybe then that’s all that it will ever be, a fuck. Even though his eyes are unreadable they tell me something about how it possibly could be more than that.
It’s a scary thought, allowing him to take me, but there’s also a small fire burning deep inside me when I try to think about how it will feel.
I nod slowly. “Okay,” I say.
I look at him, and nearly laugh at his nervous effort to bring up something – lube? condoms? - from the no-doubt cluttered drawer of his night stand. I rub my forehead, which still hurts and feels numb, and then he bends down to kiss it.
“I am sorry I did that, Sean,” he says.
“No, you’re not,” I growl back at him, but his tongue licking my skin feels damned good.
He draws back a little to look at me. “How do you want to... do you want to turn over?”
I nod, not trusting my voice enough to say something, and turn around, hiding my face in the pillow. I try to get up to my knees, but Viggo holds me down. He slowly starts caressing my back, kissing and licking what seems to be every inch of my back and before too long I am trembling with need.
I hear my own shuddering moan when his tongue dips even lower, and works its way inside my crack, circling my hole and finally stabbing in. I clench my hands in the sheets, trying to fight back the urge to buck up to that tongue, driving it even deeper. It’s dirty and filthy and it feels bloody fantastic, but it’s not enough and I start pleading with him.
I try to relax when Viggo’s slicked fingers move inside me, searching and then finding that spot, over and over, until I am crying out. His fingers pull out, and I hear the tearing of the foil packet. I get up on my knees, but I keep my face in the pillow and my eyes closed.
He leans in and kisses the nape of my neck, his voice husky and breathless.
“Ready, Sean?”
I push back at him in answer and then I feel the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. He goes slowly, but it still fucking hurts. I have to force myself to accept and not to fight him, but finally my body gives in and lets him slide all the way in.
I feel strange, vulnerable, full and almost delirious at the same time.
He stops and waits, giving me time to adjust, until slowly the pain recedes, and I push back a little.
“Fuck Sean,” he groans, pulling back carefully and sliding back in, his hands gripping my hips. He starts speeding up a little, shifting to change the angle. I almost sob into my pillow when he hits my prostate, and he starts fucking me seriously.
I try to get up on all fours, and he pulls me closer. We moan in unison, and I hardly recognize my own voice when I beg him to go harder, faster, pushing back to him. His hand glides down and grabs my cock, stroking it firmly. I am lost in frantically pushing up into his hand and then forcing myself back down on his cock again, until I can take it no more and come, my cock jerking in his hand and then spurting over it.
I hear him curse above me, his fingers digging into my hips painfully, and then he thrusts into me deeply, one more time.
Viggo
I gasp with relief as I manage to find the lube and condoms amid the crap in my drawer.
I don’t think I really believed he would agree to this and when I see him rubbing the mark I made on his head, I feel a pang of guilt and plant a kiss on the spot, telling him I am sorry.
“No, you’re not,” he growls, but he doesn’t seem to bear me any animosity and I gently lick his forehead.
Then I can’t wait any longer and I let him choose how he wants this to be. He turns over onto his belly and the beautiful lines and curves of his strong back and softly swelling buttocks are laid out like a canvass in front of me.
Holding him right where I want him, I start at the nape of his neck and use my tongue to paint my way down his spine, alternating with kisses and nips, until I reach my goal and taste his very essence.
I stab my tongue inside him and soon, he is pleading with me for more, so I slick up my fingers and push in, feeling the resistance and the tension in his taut body. He is making a conscious effort to relax and when I bend two fingers and locate his sweet spot, he yells and I feel his body accept the intrusion.
Then he is on his knees, with me pushing into him as carefully as I can, shaking with the effort to go slow, pausing until he is pushing back towards me and inviting me to continue. I hear myself groan his name and after that, I am lost in a fucking-frenzy, grabbing his hips and clinging on for dear life as I piston in and out of his body.
He is meeting me thrust for thrust and I belatedly remember to slide my hand between us and grasp his cock, trying to match my rhythm. He comes hard and I swear violently and follow him with a final deep surge.
Sean slides down flat onto the bed again and I lie on top of him, reluctant to withdraw and lose the connection. I let go his hips, realizing that he will bear the bruises from my fingers for days, along with the bites I put on him and the bump on his forehead. I have truly marked him tonight.
Softening, I carefully move out of him and take care of the condom, then I go in the bathroom and bring back a washcloth and towel.
Rolling him over, I turn his face to look at me and try to read his expression.
“Are you okay, Sean? Did I hurt you?”
“Yes, I’m okay and yes, you did hurt me, but nothing I can’t handle. It was….weird…but I liked it.”
“So we are good?”
“Come here,” and he puts his arms around me and pulls me into a deep kiss. “That’s how good we are.”
“Feels good to me.”
I gently clean him up and pull the duvet up over us both to keep us warm, while we talk.
“Where do we go from here, Sean? What do you want to do?”
“Well I’ve not finished playing with you yet. There are still more things from the kitchen to try, look! I found wooden clothes pegs, an egg whisk, a cheese grater……”
“No, Sean! I draw the line at the cheese grater!”
“Me too, only kidding! But it’s going to be fun getting the wax off your furry pelt anyway.”
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He waggles his eyebrows at me and laughs like a pantomime villain.
“Well I am happy to play with you some more, you sadistic bastard, only, I really meant what happens after tonight? I mean, do we go another month or so with me wanking to your movies, then I just have to see you again and stalk you, you turn up here and we do this again? I don’t think I can put up with that.”
“No, nor me. I tried not to think about you and I did try seeing other people, but it didn’t work. I would like to try seeing you on a regular basis, see where we can go with this.”
“Me too. You really made an impression on me, Sean. I even changed my job because of you.”
I get up and get us drinks and then I tell Sean how I only became a paparazzi to make as much money as I could as quick as I could, so I could be free to pursue my art, how I feel bad about it now, since he showed me the error of my ways and how I now spend my days taking cute baby pictures.
He laughs, but tells me he’s not sure that’s much better, especially if I use what he calls my “homme fatal” charm to talk the moms into it. In fact, he thinks I still need punishing.
There’s a minor skirmish, which I happily lose, and I get a spanking with an egg whisk, followed by a thorough fucking, after which we are both satisfied and exhausted.
As we lie tangled in a sweaty heap, he mentions that he should probably go home.
“Stay, please,” I whisper and we fall asleep, still entangled.
Sean
It’s hard to describe how it felt being taken by Viggo, but it’s more or less like I tell him; weird, but good. Later, after he has cleaned us up, we talk about the future. I agree with him there are decisions to be made, and we can’t do this like a casual thing. It’s a bit early for more than that, but we decide to see each other on a regular basis.
He explains how he got to be a paparazzi in the first place, and it’s kind of flattering to hear how ‘meeting’ me in real life made him see it was the wrong choice. I laugh when he tells me about the tiresome job he has right now. It will probably take him a lot longer to reach his artistic goal, but it will be better in the end.
We have a bit of fun with the egg whisk, and this time he’s more than happy to roll over for me and let me fuck him. Afterwards I feel exhausted, but still offer to leave. I am glad he asks me to stay, though and I sleep more soundly that night than I have done in months.
When I wake up in the morning, I am alone. I stretch, wincing because I am a bit sore. Viggo is in the kitchen, and I grin as I see him use the egg whisk in a more conventional way. I must have been dead to the world when sleeping, because he tells me he went out food shopping, as there was really nothing edible in the house. His hair is sticking out all ways, and I can’t help ruffling it a bit more. He does know how to make a decent English breakfast, though.
Later, we just manage to share a shower in his very small bathroom. It has its merits, in the way our wet bodies are pressed together. It’s fun getting down on my knees to give him a blowjob, cramped up against one side of the wall. He’s quite an amazing man, and I don’t think I have ever enjoyed just being with someone else like this. Even without the sex it’s great.
When I finally leave, we have picked a day later this week for him to visit me. It’s a bit of a shame we can’t go out in public, especially for him. I am more or less used to that. Already I am planning on taking him on a holiday trip somewhere where I am not that well known and we’ll be able to get to know each other a bit better. I don’t say anything about it, though. I don’t want to make him feel like I am pressing him into something he’s maybe not yet ready for.
Well, at least I didn’t need to give him my address.
All week long I am looking out for Friday. The week is filled with all kinds of stuff. In a few weeks time I’ll be leaving for India, to shoot another Sharpe and there’s a lot I need to arrange before I go.
Friday, late in the afternoon, I am on my couch, trying to read a script I can’t keep my head concentrating on, waiting for him. Now that he’s about to arrive, I feel strangely nervous. It’s kind of hard to imagine him here. I try to see the house through his eyes, and I am afraid he will think I am a pompous arse.
I’ve made my bed with clean sheets – just in case – and the dresser in my bedroom contains a lot of interesting stuff. Maybe that will make us both feel better. But we’ll have a civilised conversation and a drink first, I decide.
My heart jumps up in my chest when I hear the buzzer and I chide myself for behaving like some lovesick schoolgirl.
In the hallway I press the intercom button. “Who’s there?”
“You’ve ordered pizza?” That’s a nice Italian accent he’s putting on and I laugh and let him in.
Now that Viggo’s here there’s nothing awkward about it. He’s walked around a bit, examined my art collection, and picked out music he likes. He doesn’t seem to feel out of place at all and I relax.
I am trying, really trying hard, to have a normal conversation, but the way he looks and smells keep distracting me, and I finally give in and kiss him thoroughly. Five minutes later, we’re in the bedroom.
No playing this time, though, we both just don’t feel like it. It’s more a long and sweet exploration, and it’s good and a bit scary at the same time. We only go downstairs after a while to have dinner – we are both starving – but go right back to bed again after that. This time we don’t get out until the next morning.
Viggo has an appointment the next day, but only late in the afternoon, so we can spend most of the day together. It’s great having him around, time really flies, and I let him go only reluctantly.
After we agree to see each other again on Monday, I walk him to the door to see him out. He is out on my porch already, when he turns around,
“I had a great time, Sean. I… well to be honest I am falling hard for you.”
It’s exactly how I feel too, and I step closer, cup his face and kiss him. His arms slide around my waist and we cling to each other.
That’s when I see the flash from my neighbour’s garden
Viggo
Well Sean agreed to stay the night and in the morning I crept out before he woke to get some supplies for breakfast. I am a little lacking, when it comes to catering and often forget to eat, when painting or developing pictures, but if Sean and I are going to be an item, I think I need to keep up my strength.
It’s a little scary for me, embarking on a new relationship, when my track record is not good and I’ve always thought of myself as a bit of a lone wolf. Because early though it is, I have no doubt that this is already shaping up to be a relationship.
I don’t know exactly where we are going and who can ever say forever? I do know, though, that I am ready for a new adventure with Sean, wherever it will lead us.
We have breakfast together in happy companionship and then share a cramped shower and a blow job, before he has to leave. We have made another date for Friday – the return leg to be played at his place! There’s a few days’ grace, because he has a busy week ahead and also, I think he is trying to give me some space. It can’t come soon enough for me, though!
Standing outside the security gate at his luxurious town house in an expensive suburb, I pause for a minute and ponder our very different lives, before I press the buzzer. When he answers, I put on a fake Italian accent and pretend to be a pizza delivery guy to make him laugh and break the tension.
Inside, I can tell that he is waiting anxiously for my reaction. On first sight the place looks as if it has been done by an expensive interior designer, elegant and tasteful, but impersonal, but if you really start to look, there are personal bits of Sean everywhere. He has a very interesting and individual art collection, bits and pieces of porcelain he has collected, a piano which is clearly played regularly and not just for show and a CD collection, which mirrors my own taste in many respects.
It feels like Sean and smells like Sean here and I feel him relax as I nod my approval. He tries to go for conversation, but of course, it’s not long before we end up in his big, comfortable bed and we pretty much stay there for the weekend, only getting up to eat and use the bathroom.
Reluctantly, I eventually need to leave, because I am seeing a gallery owner, who has shown an interest in my paintings and photographs. I am hoping to get an exhibition out of our meeting, so I have to tear myself away from Sean, well, peel myself off him, really, would be more accurate.
We don’t part without making another date to meet.
As he is seeing me out of his house, I turn on an impulse and admit that I am falling hard for him already. He doesn’t answer in words, but steps forward, takes my face in both hands and kisses me. I put my arms around him and kiss him back, looking into his eyes the whole time.
The sudden flash from next door makes us both jump and Sean curses, but I am already moving, running towards the garden wall. I am pretty fit and as the pap scrambles down from the tree he was hiding in, I manage to scale the wall and jump down into the street, where I tackle the guy as he drops the last few feet from a thick, overhanging branch.
It’s Andy, a pap I know by sight and I flatten him, knocking the breath out of him and grabbing his camera.
“Viggo!” he manages to gasp,” I didn’t know it was you. Give me a break.”
“I’ll give you a break, you bastard. I’m just making up my mind which of your limbs it’s gonna be first!”
I feel Sean’s hand on my shoulder. He has come round through the gate and is standing over us.
“Vig, you should let him go.”
“Let him go? He’s a fucking vulture, Sean, you hate them, remember?”
“I do, but maybe I’ve mellowed. I’ve learnt that they are human, just like celebs.”
“Whatever you say, but let me take the film out of his camera before I kick his ass down the street.”
“No, let him keep it. He can “publish and be damned” as the Duke of Wellington famously said.”
“But Sean, he’s invaded your privacy and this will be bad for your career.”
“Let him go and we’ll talk.”
Shaking my head, I reluctantly let Andy get up. He snatches his camera and I deliver a kick to his retreating ass to make myself feel better.
I turn to Sean in disbelief.
“Got the number for your mate, Rebecca, Vig?”
“Sure, it’s programmed into my cell phone.”
“Call her and promise her an exclusive interview and pictures tonight, then get off to your meeting. Tell her we want £300,000 for it. Call me, when you’ve finished with your gallery bloke and I’ll arrange to pick you up and go meet her.”
“But Sean……”
“I think I’ve skulked in the closet long enough, Viggo. I don’t want to hide you away and there’ll always be more like him stalking us. If anybody is going to cash in on invading our privacy, it may as well be us!”
“What is your agent going to say?”
“I don’t care. Those leather pics you took didn’t affect my career in the end and I don’t believe these will. We’ll get some hate mail, but so what? Now go, you’ll be late.”
“Sean, you know I just said I was falling for you?”
“Yes.”
“I was wrong. I’ve already fallen headlong and hopelessly in love.”
“And I’m here to catch you.”
We stand, our arms around each other and kiss right there in the open street, in full view of anybody inquisitive.
Privacy is overrated sometimes.
THE END
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Date: 2008-02-19 07:12 pm (UTC)much better. "grins"
I absolutely love the way you two write together. The alternating views. I
can't wait to see what you have in store next. Thank you so much for sharing
your talents.
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Date: 2008-02-20 07:59 pm (UTC)I did so enjoy this.
Also thanks to you bad, bad women I've given in and chased the man around the house with both the egg whisk and the cheese grater and giggled the whole time.
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Date: 2008-02-20 09:00 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting and glad you enjoyed it !
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Date: 2008-02-20 08:45 pm (UTC)“And I’m here to catch you.” "
I really enjoyed this story - it grabbed my attention from the very first word and kept me enthralled as to what was going to happen next!! It was a very interesting premise and I liked the 'pap with a heart of gold' idea!
Thanks very much for sharing.
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Date: 2008-02-20 09:01 pm (UTC)