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Sean meets Viggo....and gets to know him very well.....
Viggo: [OOC: This happens after Viggo collects his dog Thierry from his gypsy friend Raul who was babysitting him.] *Stroking Thierry gently as he patiently pants, his tongue hanging out, I whistle at him and we begin walking back towards the city, away from the gypsy camp* Hope you didn't miss me too much, mon ami. Was Raul nice? Did he overfeed you as usual? *chuckles as Thierry barks loudly* I thought so.
Sean: *I stroll along the streets, watching people, watching the storefronts and cafes, soaking up the scenery, committing it to memory for my next letter to Grandmama. It is so beautiful here....just the day to day tasks of life take on new meaning here, in this city. I smile and continue to stroll aimlessly*
Viggo: *Fishing about in my pockets to see if I have a spare biscuit for Thierry, I finally find one when he suddenly starts barking and running towards the people milling on the streets, and I run after him, confused* Thierry! What's wrong? *He runs up to a man who is strolling leisurely along the boulevard, and I am about to call out for Thierry again when my jaw drops in shock.* Mon dieu. It cannot be.
Sean: *I hear barking and look around to find an immense dog headed in my direction. My eyes go wide as he comes near and I freeze. He jumps up on me....but commences licking my face in a most friendly way. I look around for his owner, happy that he has no ill intentions but still startled*
Viggo: *Amazed, I approach Thierry and the strange man in disbelief. He strongly resembles someone from long ago, and I cannot believe that it is him. However, upon closer inspection, I realise it cannot be Søren, although this man looks remarkably like him, complete with sandy hair and startling green eyes. As he smiles while Thierry licks him, I realise where I am and call Thierry to heel* Thierry! Down. *Smiling apologetically at the man* Je suis désolé, Monsieur. [I am sorry]
Sean: *The dog retreats to all fours, looking not at all repentant and I have to chuckle. I look up as I hear his owner's apology and find myself presented with blue eyes that leave my mind struggling to capture their hue so that I can attempt to reproduce that colour later. He is about my height and I simply stare at him for a few moments* It's...fine. He's done me no harm. He was just being friendly. *I reach a hand down to scratch the dog's head, my eyes still fixed on this man.* I'm Sean.....
Viggo: *whispers* Sean. Sean. Your name is Sean. *Shakes head apologetically when I see you looking quizically at me repeating your name* I apologise, I almost mistook you for someone else. And so did my dog, it seems.*Trying to forget the strong resemblance you have to my ex-lover, I smile at you instead* My dog is Thierry, and I am Viggo. *holds out a hand* Enchanté, Sean.
Sean: *smiles, grasps your hand firmly and shakes* A pleasure to meet you both. *small puzzled look* Viggo....that is neither French nor English .*faint hint of question at the end of my sentence*
Viggo: *Surprised and pleased by the firmness of your handshake, I can't help but feel that jolt of familiarity again* It is a Danish name. Most people cannot place its origin, or my accent. *grins, feeling slightly more at ease* And you must be British, that accent cannot be mistaken.
Sean: *I smile and nod, not realizing that I'm still holding onto your hand* Yes, I am newly arrived here from London. I have a flat....*looks around, realizing that I'm lost* somewhere close by I'm sure. *blinking, slightly confused, still holding onto your hand*
Viggo: *I can't help laughing, despite your lost and confused expression* Mon ami, you left your flat without being sure of directions? I myself have just arrived here about three weeks ago. *Realises that we're still clasping hands, but I'm reluctant to let go* I suppose I might try to help you find your way back, if you would allow me. *Shrugs* Or you could continue on your walk, if I may join you.
Sean: *rueful chuckle* I just wanted to see the sights. I suppose I'm so used to wandering around London that it didn't occur to me. *I look down, notice our hands, flush slightly and release yours* We could turn around and wander back. I'm sure I'll see some familiar streets soon enough. I would enjoy your company.
Viggo: *Smiling pleasantly, I whistle to Thierry and he follows us faithfully as I walk beside you* It is good of you to say that, despite us having just met. So what made you decide to come to Paris, Sean?
Sean: *slight shrug* I wanted to be somewhere I could be understood, be around people with similar aspirations and inspirations, where I could express myself freely and be around others of like mind. London was stifling and I could hear Paris calling to me....
Viggo: Express yourself? *Looks curiously at you* I know what you mean about Paris calling to me, I meant to stay here for only a week or so, and already I have a job here. *Looking down, I wonder if I should tell you about Liv, but your resemblance to Søren is so overwhelming that I can't even think properly. I try to think of something to say, to will the feeling away* You are an artiste, Sean?
Sean: So I think. *soft laugh* I paint a bit, try my hand at poetry. My parents kept pressuring me to 'do something', but they did not realize that for me, painting *was* doing something. *pulling a small flask from my pocket, taking a swig and offering it to you*
Viggo: Thank you. *Taking the flask from you, I drink from it, somewhat wondering if your lips taste like this, but I quickly banish the thought* Ah, so you are a fellow painter. You'll have to let me see your art pieces someday, for my job is to spot and collect paintings for my employer. *hands the flask back to you* And I know what you mean about parents, my father was none too happy. He said I spent too much time with my head either in the clouds, or up my backside. *smiles ruefully*
Sean: *smiles with you* My grandmama told me that a head in the clouds meant that you would always be able to see the sun. She's a wise woman. *glances at you* You paint as well? If you'd like...*looking around, buildings beginning to seem more familiar* I think we are getting closer to my flat. You could come up to see my work and we could talk about our art. *slightly nervous smile, wondering if I'm being too foward...or perhaps not enough*
Viggo: You sound close to your grandmother. And yes, I paint as well. But most people find my work confusing and disturbing. Or even abstract, if you will. They have no clear subjects or definitions. I prefer to paint that way, for that is how I see the world. *Looks at you thoughtfully* I would love to see your paintings, both as an appraisor and fellow artist, if you do not mind Thierry trampling all over your apartment floor.
Sean: *listens carefully to your words, grinning at your last ones* I think anything Thierry could trample on my floor would quite deserve it. My flat is...a bit untidy. But if you do not mind that, you and Thierry both are welcome. *finding a street I know and turning down it* I do not paint 'by the rules' myself......some of my work is more defined, and some is simply splashes of colour that my grandmother calls colourful noise *another chuckle*
Viggo: *Laughs heartily* Colourful noise? Now that's an original description I've never heard before. But it is much better than my father's words, I suppose. He said one painting of mine looked as though a horse had stepped into a bucket of paint and trampled all over the canvas. *Shakes head* My father is a crusty old man, but he means well. *Walking beside you, I am glad that I feel more comfortable in your presence, despite feeling occasionally overwhelmed by the familiarity of your features* It looks like we have the same ways of painting, mon ami. I am looking forward to your paintings.
Sean: Well, I do not think that I've spilled paint recently, but if you like, we can let Thierry make his own painting and send that home to your father. *laughs* I am glad that we've met today, Viggo. It will be very interesting to have a fellow artist to....*slight pause* talk with. *gestures to a building* This is mine.
Viggo: *Chuckles at the idea of Thierry splashing around in paint* That is a good idea, if only to incur the wrath of my father. *Raising an eyebrow, I wonder if you mean more than your words, but I decide not to say anything* Ah, your building is quite close to where I will be working. *follows you up the stairs* It is very....bohemian. *grins artfully*
Sean: *opens the door, shoving clothing and things out of the way with my foot, making my way in, gesturing for you to sit* I'll go get us something to drink. Wine?
Viggo: *Keeps a hand on Thierry so that he does not go tearing around the apartment* Wine will be fine. *Looking around at the paintings in wonder, I know that Professor Hill will be more than pleased with this talented artist's collection* I must say, Sean, you really have a flair for painting. Most of these are completely unique and original, especially at a time when so many artists are trying to copy Monet and the likes of him.
Sean: *snorts slightly, coming back into the room and handing you your wine* Monet. Much too *makes a weird face...sort of simpering, fawning, looking half-mad* for me. *takes a long drink of my own wine.* I favour more bold colours, different combinations. Thank you for your compliment. That means a great deal coming from another artiste. *sitting down next to you, not too close*
Viggo: *Laughs* That was an....interesting way of describing Monet. *accepts the wine glass from you* And I am just telling it how I see it, and I believe I may have a collector who might be interested in your works. They are truly very inspiring. *raises the glass to you in a toast* To you, my fellow artiste.
Sean: *toasts, eyebrow raising skeptically* And to you. No false modesty, but I honestly believe that a collector interested in my work would truly be...*waves my glass around* unreal?
Viggo: *Sipping my wine, I try not to groan aloud in pleasure, it has been so long since I last tasted a good bottle* Not unreal, Sean. In fact, the collector has pretty interesting tastes, and I have a feeling your work would really appeal to him. *points at one of your paintings lying nearby* For example, that caught my eye the minute I came in. What inspired that?
Sean: *I'm caught up in watching your face, watching you enjoy the wine and I nearly don't hear you speak. I look to see where you're pointing and smile* Ah....midnight. My favourite time of the day. There was a full moon and the wind was fierce.....and....*looks down, smile broadening* I'd just finished having incredible sex with Granville.
Viggo: *Eyes widening, I am rather surprised at how frank you are with me even though we have just met, and I put down my wine glass carefully* That is....certainly interesting inspiration. And Granville, I assume, is your amour? *looks around at the rest of the paintings* If he has indeed inspired all this, he is one lucky muse. *Picking up my wine and sipping again, I wonder if I should tell you about how Soren has inspired my paintings as well, but I decide not to*
Sean: *shrugs* He was. Although there was no 'amour'. It was just a pleasant interlude for both of us. *deciding against telling you the whole story now. I'll tell you another day...because I know that I want to spend at least a few other days with you. You interest me not only physically, but mentally...a kindred spirit, so to speak. I smile, remembering something that I do feel like telling you* I did not, however, get to paint him the way I wanted to.....*pausing, waiting for you to ask*
Viggo: *Leans forward curiously* What did you mean? How did you want to paint him?
Sean: *leans toward you, tone conspiratorial, smile morphing into a wicked smirk* I wanted to paint *him*....on him...using his naked body as my canvas. *eyes you, still smirking* I bet you've done that, haven't you? Used a naked body as a canvas?
Viggo: *Swallowing, I stare at your smouldering green eyes, and I want to get up and run out of the apartment but your eyes hold me rooted to the spot* Er, no. No, I have not used a naked body as a canvas. *coughs nervously* Although I must admit, it is a novel idea and I am not adverse to trying it.
Sean: *the smirk is still there, but it's a bit more tentative. i have to ask though, my voice low and hoarse and a bit quavery* Would you consider trying it with me, Viggo? We could paint each other......*I lean back slightly, nervous about your reaction*
Viggo: *Gripping the armrest of the couch, I'm just mesmorised by you, but I see the hesitation in your eyes and I'm reminded by a memory left behind in Denmark, a long time ago* I-I...must say that is an interesting offer, Sean. But, I....*Trying to think about Liv, I remember the face of my old lover instead, and how much you resemble him* I don't know whether to say yes or no. *shakes head*
Sean: *slight frown* I meant no offense. I.....I would like to try it here...in Paris....with *you*. You interest me in many ways. And even if you're not interested in me...in that way....I would hope that we could still do the painting as an experiment for both of us. *sigh, bigger frown* I want you. I will not lie about that. And I think that being naked with you, both of us creating art on each other...would be intensely erotic as well as creative. It would be....*shuts up, drinks the rest of my wine, heads to the small kitchen for the bottle*
Viggo: *Sighing as Sean goes into the kitchen, I want to hit myself, wondering what am I doing here and why I am so attracted to Sean. I try to convince myself that it is merely because he resembles Soren so much, but deep down, I know there is something else. I struggle to remind myself about Liv, but at the same time, I can't deny Sean's offer has caused my pants to suddenly become tight and uncomfortable. Getting up, I walk into the small kitchen* Look, I am honestly flattered, and I cannot deny that I am attracted to you as well. And...alright. On an artistic basis, we should try the experiment. And if it leads further than that, I will not try to stop it.
Sean: *stopping mid-gulp, I smile at you, walk to you, press a chaste kiss to your lips* Thank you.
Viggo: *Frozen as I feel the light kiss you plant on my lips, my hand reaches out of its own accord and pulls your head back. Before I know what I am doing, I lean forward and deepen our kiss, tasting the tangy wine on your lips, stroking your hair softly*
Sean: *my arms slip automatically around you. I'm surprised by your boldness, but well pleased to be exploring the taste of you, to feel your hand caressing my hair. The kiss is slow yet deep and more delicious than any wine ever pressed*
Viggo: *Moaning at the taste of wine on your lips, I back you up against the counter, pressing my body against yours as my tongue runs over your teeth. I run both my hands through your hair, kissing you even more deeply as you press back against me*
Sean: *I can feel our erections press together and groan at the friction. I press into you, wrapping you tighter, needing to feel more of you, my hands roaming your back as we kiss, tasting wine and you and craving it so badly that I ache*
Viggo: *Feeling more delirious as you groan into my mouth, a small voice in the back of my mind is screaming at me, but when I look into your smoky emerald eyes, the voice gets drowned out, and we pull apart for breath* Oh, Sean......*Leaning forward and nibbling on your lower lip, I arch my hips against yours, feeling the hardness pressed against my leg* Oh, God.....
Sean: *voice breathless with want* Viggo.....*I pause to whimper as you nibble* Come to bed with me..... *hands grasping your ass firmly, stroking, gripping, mouth moving to explore your neck*
Viggo: *Your words cause all the blood to rush down to my groin and I shudder at the thought of driving you through the mattress with hard thrusts* Sean....I....I have an amour. A woman. But.....*sighs as I feel your hands stroking me and your kisses on my neck* But I cannot deny I want you.
Sean: Then have me. I am here, she is not. I want you as much as you want me. Why should we deny ourselves the pleasure? *licking a path up your neck, biting down lightly where it meets your shoulder, hands creeping under your shirt*
Viggo: *Eyes rolling back in pleasure as you bite down, I lean back to give you more room for your hands under my shirt* I should not be unfaithful to her, Sean. But you make me want to throw all my morals out of the window. *Reaching down, I stroke your nipple lightly through your shirt, my breathing ragged* You make me want to throw everything I have away.
Sean: *voice muffled slightly as I continue to trail kisses over your neck, shoulders, jaw and mouth* You would still have me..... *hands now firmly under your shirt, sliding under the waist of your trousers, pulling us closer* Throw yourself, your morals and I out the window and we will fly together, soar together, watching the rest of the world under us......take me, Viggo and let us help each other climb to the stars......*claiming your mouth again, tongue slipping in to taste the wonder of you*
Viggo: *My doubts slip away again when your tongue invades my mouth, and what you have just said is resonating in my head, a tempting offer. Before I can seriously consider anything, my hand wanders of its own accord and starts stroking against the hardness in your pants, which feels so warm* Sean. *Not knowing what else to say, I start unbuttoning my shirt so you can have better access.* Oh, Sean......
Sean: Mmm...*I move into your touch, hands moving over yours to finish unbuttoning and shoving off your shirt, moving us slowly toward the bedroom, pausing to let my lips dip down to lick at your left nipple, smiling at your response, breaking off to drag you to the bedroom, falling down on the rumpled bedclothes with you*
Viggo: *arches towards your mouth as your tongue flickers over my nipple, I continue running my fingers through your hair, and bring up my knee to rub against your erection, smiling as you moan softly against my chest* I should not be doing this, Sean. But God, I want so badly for you to take me. *Leans down and whispers in your ear* To fuck me through the mattress.
Sean: Yess....oh yes, Viggo. I will. *hands fumbling at your trousers, mouth moving instinctively to yours again, craving the taste of you. finally, i get your trousers undone, slide them down and stroke you greedily* I want you just as badly
Viggo: *Moans loudly at the feel of your hand on my cock, I start thrusting into your hand helplessly, dropping a kiss to your head* Oh, Sean, that feels so fucking amazing. *My hands start fumbling as I try to unbutton your shirt as well, stroking your well-defined chest* Fuck. You truly have an artiste's hands.
Sean: *I shift so that you can unfasten my clothing, hands and mouth moving on you* And you, Viggo, are a true inspiration *Finally, we manage to shove clothing off and I pause to admire you, naked, chest heaving, looking up at me with wild abandon. I trace my hands lightly over your body, before letting you pull me to you, kissing you fiercely, both of us moaning into the kiss as we finally are skin to skin*
Viggo: *A voice in my head is still screaming at me to stop what I'm doing, but it quickly gets forgotten as our erections rub together, causing a delicious friction. I spread my legs wider for you, my hand stroking your lean, muscular leg*
Sean: *I'm moving in a gentle rhythm with you, hands tracing your legs, sliding between them, finger seeking, stroking....a pause of only a few minutes as I fumble with something on the bedside table, my lips still glued to yours as my fingers slide down again, deliciously slick against your skin, sliding inside of you slowly*
Viggo: *Moaning loudly, I gasp at the feeling of your talented fingers as they seek out my opening, then slide in smoothly, causing me to spread my legs for you, tangling my fingers in your hair * Oh God Sean, that feels amazing.....
Sean: *I smile, pausing to watch your face as my fingers move inside of you. So wanton...head thrown back, hands clutching me...so arousing. I lean down to kiss you again, fingers still scissoring, probing, finding...as you buck against me, crying out. You're so vocal and I find it so erotic, want to draw more from you, want you to scream for me. You pull me close and I replace my fingers with my cock and slide even slower inside of you, your moans and cries making me want to come right then and there*
Viggo: *Breathing hard as I try to adjust to your width, the discomfort and pain slowly fades away and soon I feel nothing but pleasure, whispering your name, my eyes rolling back in pleasure* Sean please, harder, please....take me....oh God. *Wrapping my legs around your waist, I moan even louder as you start thrusting, hitting the most sensitive spot as you do*
Sean: *I move faster, deeper, undone by your cries and the feel of you surrounding me. You only want more, pulling me deeper still and I lose all hope of control, thrusting hard, body tensing as I feel myself approaching orgasm....wanting to watch you first though, struggling to hold on as we move together, your hands scrabbling on my back*
Viggo: Sean....Sean....*closing my eyes, I arch my back towards you, pressing my cock into your stomach before I spill all over the two of us, dizzy and breathless as you continue to thrust into me, staring into your sharp green eyes*
Sean: *your eyes open and focus on me, and I'm lost, breath ragged as my eyes shut and I gasp out your name, shuddering and shaking, unable to move as my eyes open back up to find yours still locked on me*
Viggo: *Letting my fingers stroke away the sweat on your face, I can't help smiling up at you, feeling incredibly sated and pleased* Sean, you are just....*pulls you down instead for a slow, lazy kiss, stroking the back of your head gently*
Sean: *I shift so we're both comfortable, arms wrapped around each other, smiling into the kiss* Mmm...and so are you, Viggo. *leaning in for another lengthy kiss*
They trade more languid kisses before falling asleep tangled together...
Viggo: [OOC: This happens after Viggo collects his dog Thierry from his gypsy friend Raul who was babysitting him.] *Stroking Thierry gently as he patiently pants, his tongue hanging out, I whistle at him and we begin walking back towards the city, away from the gypsy camp* Hope you didn't miss me too much, mon ami. Was Raul nice? Did he overfeed you as usual? *chuckles as Thierry barks loudly* I thought so.
Sean: *I stroll along the streets, watching people, watching the storefronts and cafes, soaking up the scenery, committing it to memory for my next letter to Grandmama. It is so beautiful here....just the day to day tasks of life take on new meaning here, in this city. I smile and continue to stroll aimlessly*
Viggo: *Fishing about in my pockets to see if I have a spare biscuit for Thierry, I finally find one when he suddenly starts barking and running towards the people milling on the streets, and I run after him, confused* Thierry! What's wrong? *He runs up to a man who is strolling leisurely along the boulevard, and I am about to call out for Thierry again when my jaw drops in shock.* Mon dieu. It cannot be.
Sean: *I hear barking and look around to find an immense dog headed in my direction. My eyes go wide as he comes near and I freeze. He jumps up on me....but commences licking my face in a most friendly way. I look around for his owner, happy that he has no ill intentions but still startled*
Viggo: *Amazed, I approach Thierry and the strange man in disbelief. He strongly resembles someone from long ago, and I cannot believe that it is him. However, upon closer inspection, I realise it cannot be Søren, although this man looks remarkably like him, complete with sandy hair and startling green eyes. As he smiles while Thierry licks him, I realise where I am and call Thierry to heel* Thierry! Down. *Smiling apologetically at the man* Je suis désolé, Monsieur. [I am sorry]
Sean: *The dog retreats to all fours, looking not at all repentant and I have to chuckle. I look up as I hear his owner's apology and find myself presented with blue eyes that leave my mind struggling to capture their hue so that I can attempt to reproduce that colour later. He is about my height and I simply stare at him for a few moments* It's...fine. He's done me no harm. He was just being friendly. *I reach a hand down to scratch the dog's head, my eyes still fixed on this man.* I'm Sean.....
Viggo: *whispers* Sean. Sean. Your name is Sean. *Shakes head apologetically when I see you looking quizically at me repeating your name* I apologise, I almost mistook you for someone else. And so did my dog, it seems.*Trying to forget the strong resemblance you have to my ex-lover, I smile at you instead* My dog is Thierry, and I am Viggo. *holds out a hand* Enchanté, Sean.
Sean: *smiles, grasps your hand firmly and shakes* A pleasure to meet you both. *small puzzled look* Viggo....that is neither French nor English .*faint hint of question at the end of my sentence*
Viggo: *Surprised and pleased by the firmness of your handshake, I can't help but feel that jolt of familiarity again* It is a Danish name. Most people cannot place its origin, or my accent. *grins, feeling slightly more at ease* And you must be British, that accent cannot be mistaken.
Sean: *I smile and nod, not realizing that I'm still holding onto your hand* Yes, I am newly arrived here from London. I have a flat....*looks around, realizing that I'm lost* somewhere close by I'm sure. *blinking, slightly confused, still holding onto your hand*
Viggo: *I can't help laughing, despite your lost and confused expression* Mon ami, you left your flat without being sure of directions? I myself have just arrived here about three weeks ago. *Realises that we're still clasping hands, but I'm reluctant to let go* I suppose I might try to help you find your way back, if you would allow me. *Shrugs* Or you could continue on your walk, if I may join you.
Sean: *rueful chuckle* I just wanted to see the sights. I suppose I'm so used to wandering around London that it didn't occur to me. *I look down, notice our hands, flush slightly and release yours* We could turn around and wander back. I'm sure I'll see some familiar streets soon enough. I would enjoy your company.
Viggo: *Smiling pleasantly, I whistle to Thierry and he follows us faithfully as I walk beside you* It is good of you to say that, despite us having just met. So what made you decide to come to Paris, Sean?
Sean: *slight shrug* I wanted to be somewhere I could be understood, be around people with similar aspirations and inspirations, where I could express myself freely and be around others of like mind. London was stifling and I could hear Paris calling to me....
Viggo: Express yourself? *Looks curiously at you* I know what you mean about Paris calling to me, I meant to stay here for only a week or so, and already I have a job here. *Looking down, I wonder if I should tell you about Liv, but your resemblance to Søren is so overwhelming that I can't even think properly. I try to think of something to say, to will the feeling away* You are an artiste, Sean?
Sean: So I think. *soft laugh* I paint a bit, try my hand at poetry. My parents kept pressuring me to 'do something', but they did not realize that for me, painting *was* doing something. *pulling a small flask from my pocket, taking a swig and offering it to you*
Viggo: Thank you. *Taking the flask from you, I drink from it, somewhat wondering if your lips taste like this, but I quickly banish the thought* Ah, so you are a fellow painter. You'll have to let me see your art pieces someday, for my job is to spot and collect paintings for my employer. *hands the flask back to you* And I know what you mean about parents, my father was none too happy. He said I spent too much time with my head either in the clouds, or up my backside. *smiles ruefully*
Sean: *smiles with you* My grandmama told me that a head in the clouds meant that you would always be able to see the sun. She's a wise woman. *glances at you* You paint as well? If you'd like...*looking around, buildings beginning to seem more familiar* I think we are getting closer to my flat. You could come up to see my work and we could talk about our art. *slightly nervous smile, wondering if I'm being too foward...or perhaps not enough*
Viggo: You sound close to your grandmother. And yes, I paint as well. But most people find my work confusing and disturbing. Or even abstract, if you will. They have no clear subjects or definitions. I prefer to paint that way, for that is how I see the world. *Looks at you thoughtfully* I would love to see your paintings, both as an appraisor and fellow artist, if you do not mind Thierry trampling all over your apartment floor.
Sean: *listens carefully to your words, grinning at your last ones* I think anything Thierry could trample on my floor would quite deserve it. My flat is...a bit untidy. But if you do not mind that, you and Thierry both are welcome. *finding a street I know and turning down it* I do not paint 'by the rules' myself......some of my work is more defined, and some is simply splashes of colour that my grandmother calls colourful noise *another chuckle*
Viggo: *Laughs heartily* Colourful noise? Now that's an original description I've never heard before. But it is much better than my father's words, I suppose. He said one painting of mine looked as though a horse had stepped into a bucket of paint and trampled all over the canvas. *Shakes head* My father is a crusty old man, but he means well. *Walking beside you, I am glad that I feel more comfortable in your presence, despite feeling occasionally overwhelmed by the familiarity of your features* It looks like we have the same ways of painting, mon ami. I am looking forward to your paintings.
Sean: Well, I do not think that I've spilled paint recently, but if you like, we can let Thierry make his own painting and send that home to your father. *laughs* I am glad that we've met today, Viggo. It will be very interesting to have a fellow artist to....*slight pause* talk with. *gestures to a building* This is mine.
Viggo: *Chuckles at the idea of Thierry splashing around in paint* That is a good idea, if only to incur the wrath of my father. *Raising an eyebrow, I wonder if you mean more than your words, but I decide not to say anything* Ah, your building is quite close to where I will be working. *follows you up the stairs* It is very....bohemian. *grins artfully*
Sean: *opens the door, shoving clothing and things out of the way with my foot, making my way in, gesturing for you to sit* I'll go get us something to drink. Wine?
Viggo: *Keeps a hand on Thierry so that he does not go tearing around the apartment* Wine will be fine. *Looking around at the paintings in wonder, I know that Professor Hill will be more than pleased with this talented artist's collection* I must say, Sean, you really have a flair for painting. Most of these are completely unique and original, especially at a time when so many artists are trying to copy Monet and the likes of him.
Sean: *snorts slightly, coming back into the room and handing you your wine* Monet. Much too *makes a weird face...sort of simpering, fawning, looking half-mad* for me. *takes a long drink of my own wine.* I favour more bold colours, different combinations. Thank you for your compliment. That means a great deal coming from another artiste. *sitting down next to you, not too close*
Viggo: *Laughs* That was an....interesting way of describing Monet. *accepts the wine glass from you* And I am just telling it how I see it, and I believe I may have a collector who might be interested in your works. They are truly very inspiring. *raises the glass to you in a toast* To you, my fellow artiste.
Sean: *toasts, eyebrow raising skeptically* And to you. No false modesty, but I honestly believe that a collector interested in my work would truly be...*waves my glass around* unreal?
Viggo: *Sipping my wine, I try not to groan aloud in pleasure, it has been so long since I last tasted a good bottle* Not unreal, Sean. In fact, the collector has pretty interesting tastes, and I have a feeling your work would really appeal to him. *points at one of your paintings lying nearby* For example, that caught my eye the minute I came in. What inspired that?
Sean: *I'm caught up in watching your face, watching you enjoy the wine and I nearly don't hear you speak. I look to see where you're pointing and smile* Ah....midnight. My favourite time of the day. There was a full moon and the wind was fierce.....and....*looks down, smile broadening* I'd just finished having incredible sex with Granville.
Viggo: *Eyes widening, I am rather surprised at how frank you are with me even though we have just met, and I put down my wine glass carefully* That is....certainly interesting inspiration. And Granville, I assume, is your amour? *looks around at the rest of the paintings* If he has indeed inspired all this, he is one lucky muse. *Picking up my wine and sipping again, I wonder if I should tell you about how Soren has inspired my paintings as well, but I decide not to*
Sean: *shrugs* He was. Although there was no 'amour'. It was just a pleasant interlude for both of us. *deciding against telling you the whole story now. I'll tell you another day...because I know that I want to spend at least a few other days with you. You interest me not only physically, but mentally...a kindred spirit, so to speak. I smile, remembering something that I do feel like telling you* I did not, however, get to paint him the way I wanted to.....*pausing, waiting for you to ask*
Viggo: *Leans forward curiously* What did you mean? How did you want to paint him?
Sean: *leans toward you, tone conspiratorial, smile morphing into a wicked smirk* I wanted to paint *him*....on him...using his naked body as my canvas. *eyes you, still smirking* I bet you've done that, haven't you? Used a naked body as a canvas?
Viggo: *Swallowing, I stare at your smouldering green eyes, and I want to get up and run out of the apartment but your eyes hold me rooted to the spot* Er, no. No, I have not used a naked body as a canvas. *coughs nervously* Although I must admit, it is a novel idea and I am not adverse to trying it.
Sean: *the smirk is still there, but it's a bit more tentative. i have to ask though, my voice low and hoarse and a bit quavery* Would you consider trying it with me, Viggo? We could paint each other......*I lean back slightly, nervous about your reaction*
Viggo: *Gripping the armrest of the couch, I'm just mesmorised by you, but I see the hesitation in your eyes and I'm reminded by a memory left behind in Denmark, a long time ago* I-I...must say that is an interesting offer, Sean. But, I....*Trying to think about Liv, I remember the face of my old lover instead, and how much you resemble him* I don't know whether to say yes or no. *shakes head*
Sean: *slight frown* I meant no offense. I.....I would like to try it here...in Paris....with *you*. You interest me in many ways. And even if you're not interested in me...in that way....I would hope that we could still do the painting as an experiment for both of us. *sigh, bigger frown* I want you. I will not lie about that. And I think that being naked with you, both of us creating art on each other...would be intensely erotic as well as creative. It would be....*shuts up, drinks the rest of my wine, heads to the small kitchen for the bottle*
Viggo: *Sighing as Sean goes into the kitchen, I want to hit myself, wondering what am I doing here and why I am so attracted to Sean. I try to convince myself that it is merely because he resembles Soren so much, but deep down, I know there is something else. I struggle to remind myself about Liv, but at the same time, I can't deny Sean's offer has caused my pants to suddenly become tight and uncomfortable. Getting up, I walk into the small kitchen* Look, I am honestly flattered, and I cannot deny that I am attracted to you as well. And...alright. On an artistic basis, we should try the experiment. And if it leads further than that, I will not try to stop it.
Sean: *stopping mid-gulp, I smile at you, walk to you, press a chaste kiss to your lips* Thank you.
Viggo: *Frozen as I feel the light kiss you plant on my lips, my hand reaches out of its own accord and pulls your head back. Before I know what I am doing, I lean forward and deepen our kiss, tasting the tangy wine on your lips, stroking your hair softly*
Sean: *my arms slip automatically around you. I'm surprised by your boldness, but well pleased to be exploring the taste of you, to feel your hand caressing my hair. The kiss is slow yet deep and more delicious than any wine ever pressed*
Viggo: *Moaning at the taste of wine on your lips, I back you up against the counter, pressing my body against yours as my tongue runs over your teeth. I run both my hands through your hair, kissing you even more deeply as you press back against me*
Sean: *I can feel our erections press together and groan at the friction. I press into you, wrapping you tighter, needing to feel more of you, my hands roaming your back as we kiss, tasting wine and you and craving it so badly that I ache*
Viggo: *Feeling more delirious as you groan into my mouth, a small voice in the back of my mind is screaming at me, but when I look into your smoky emerald eyes, the voice gets drowned out, and we pull apart for breath* Oh, Sean......*Leaning forward and nibbling on your lower lip, I arch my hips against yours, feeling the hardness pressed against my leg* Oh, God.....
Sean: *voice breathless with want* Viggo.....*I pause to whimper as you nibble* Come to bed with me..... *hands grasping your ass firmly, stroking, gripping, mouth moving to explore your neck*
Viggo: *Your words cause all the blood to rush down to my groin and I shudder at the thought of driving you through the mattress with hard thrusts* Sean....I....I have an amour. A woman. But.....*sighs as I feel your hands stroking me and your kisses on my neck* But I cannot deny I want you.
Sean: Then have me. I am here, she is not. I want you as much as you want me. Why should we deny ourselves the pleasure? *licking a path up your neck, biting down lightly where it meets your shoulder, hands creeping under your shirt*
Viggo: *Eyes rolling back in pleasure as you bite down, I lean back to give you more room for your hands under my shirt* I should not be unfaithful to her, Sean. But you make me want to throw all my morals out of the window. *Reaching down, I stroke your nipple lightly through your shirt, my breathing ragged* You make me want to throw everything I have away.
Sean: *voice muffled slightly as I continue to trail kisses over your neck, shoulders, jaw and mouth* You would still have me..... *hands now firmly under your shirt, sliding under the waist of your trousers, pulling us closer* Throw yourself, your morals and I out the window and we will fly together, soar together, watching the rest of the world under us......take me, Viggo and let us help each other climb to the stars......*claiming your mouth again, tongue slipping in to taste the wonder of you*
Viggo: *My doubts slip away again when your tongue invades my mouth, and what you have just said is resonating in my head, a tempting offer. Before I can seriously consider anything, my hand wanders of its own accord and starts stroking against the hardness in your pants, which feels so warm* Sean. *Not knowing what else to say, I start unbuttoning my shirt so you can have better access.* Oh, Sean......
Sean: Mmm...*I move into your touch, hands moving over yours to finish unbuttoning and shoving off your shirt, moving us slowly toward the bedroom, pausing to let my lips dip down to lick at your left nipple, smiling at your response, breaking off to drag you to the bedroom, falling down on the rumpled bedclothes with you*
Viggo: *arches towards your mouth as your tongue flickers over my nipple, I continue running my fingers through your hair, and bring up my knee to rub against your erection, smiling as you moan softly against my chest* I should not be doing this, Sean. But God, I want so badly for you to take me. *Leans down and whispers in your ear* To fuck me through the mattress.
Sean: Yess....oh yes, Viggo. I will. *hands fumbling at your trousers, mouth moving instinctively to yours again, craving the taste of you. finally, i get your trousers undone, slide them down and stroke you greedily* I want you just as badly
Viggo: *Moans loudly at the feel of your hand on my cock, I start thrusting into your hand helplessly, dropping a kiss to your head* Oh, Sean, that feels so fucking amazing. *My hands start fumbling as I try to unbutton your shirt as well, stroking your well-defined chest* Fuck. You truly have an artiste's hands.
Sean: *I shift so that you can unfasten my clothing, hands and mouth moving on you* And you, Viggo, are a true inspiration *Finally, we manage to shove clothing off and I pause to admire you, naked, chest heaving, looking up at me with wild abandon. I trace my hands lightly over your body, before letting you pull me to you, kissing you fiercely, both of us moaning into the kiss as we finally are skin to skin*
Viggo: *A voice in my head is still screaming at me to stop what I'm doing, but it quickly gets forgotten as our erections rub together, causing a delicious friction. I spread my legs wider for you, my hand stroking your lean, muscular leg*
Sean: *I'm moving in a gentle rhythm with you, hands tracing your legs, sliding between them, finger seeking, stroking....a pause of only a few minutes as I fumble with something on the bedside table, my lips still glued to yours as my fingers slide down again, deliciously slick against your skin, sliding inside of you slowly*
Viggo: *Moaning loudly, I gasp at the feeling of your talented fingers as they seek out my opening, then slide in smoothly, causing me to spread my legs for you, tangling my fingers in your hair * Oh God Sean, that feels amazing.....
Sean: *I smile, pausing to watch your face as my fingers move inside of you. So wanton...head thrown back, hands clutching me...so arousing. I lean down to kiss you again, fingers still scissoring, probing, finding...as you buck against me, crying out. You're so vocal and I find it so erotic, want to draw more from you, want you to scream for me. You pull me close and I replace my fingers with my cock and slide even slower inside of you, your moans and cries making me want to come right then and there*
Viggo: *Breathing hard as I try to adjust to your width, the discomfort and pain slowly fades away and soon I feel nothing but pleasure, whispering your name, my eyes rolling back in pleasure* Sean please, harder, please....take me....oh God. *Wrapping my legs around your waist, I moan even louder as you start thrusting, hitting the most sensitive spot as you do*
Sean: *I move faster, deeper, undone by your cries and the feel of you surrounding me. You only want more, pulling me deeper still and I lose all hope of control, thrusting hard, body tensing as I feel myself approaching orgasm....wanting to watch you first though, struggling to hold on as we move together, your hands scrabbling on my back*
Viggo: Sean....Sean....*closing my eyes, I arch my back towards you, pressing my cock into your stomach before I spill all over the two of us, dizzy and breathless as you continue to thrust into me, staring into your sharp green eyes*
Sean: *your eyes open and focus on me, and I'm lost, breath ragged as my eyes shut and I gasp out your name, shuddering and shaking, unable to move as my eyes open back up to find yours still locked on me*
Viggo: *Letting my fingers stroke away the sweat on your face, I can't help smiling up at you, feeling incredibly sated and pleased* Sean, you are just....*pulls you down instead for a slow, lazy kiss, stroking the back of your head gently*
Sean: *I shift so we're both comfortable, arms wrapped around each other, smiling into the kiss* Mmm...and so are you, Viggo. *leaning in for another lengthy kiss*
They trade more languid kisses before falling asleep tangled together...