Families and firelight
((sorry for the delays...this should've gone up last week.))
Sean: *leaning against the tree, you in my arms, the night sky above us, sound of water gently lapping the grass* Mmm...I think I'll have to paint another midnight scene soon. It's just too beautiful for words....nearly too beautiful for paint.
Viggo: *I curl my fingers around yours, pressing my back against your chest as I relax in your arms, letting my eyes wander all over the beautiful, surreal scenery in front of us* I know, I'm just drinking the beauty in. And speaking of midnight, I remember you telling me, when we first met, that midnight was your favourite time of day. Remember? I saw your painting inspired by Granville, and you said it was painted at midnight.
Sean: *I lean in to nuzzle your neck* I think I shall be inspired to paint a much better one. And yes, it is my favourite time of day. So filled with possibilities...*hands stroking your arms* So still, quiet and beautiful in it's darkness
Viggo: *I run my hands over yours, arching my neck up towards your lips* Yes, it's like a whole other world at midnight. *I'm remembering more of our first meeting, and I turn back sideways towards you* Sean, tell me more about England. About why you left, as well as your family...I met a Monsieur Csokas the other day whose family knew yours.
Sean: *frowns, trying to remember* I don't believe I know that name. *shrugs* But perhaps the family know him and I do not. *pauses, gathering my thoughts* We are not close, my family and I. The only one I speak with is my grandmother. *voice softens* She is remarkable.
Viggo: *I tighten my hands around yours, wondering if I've asked something I shouldn't* What happened between you and your family? If you do not mind me asking....*I lean my cheek against yours* And yes, you seem very close to your grandmother. You must miss her a lot as she is back in England.
Sean: I do. I send her letters often though. But she is the reason I am able to be here. My family cut me off and she refuses to. She thinks that I should follow my heart. *hopes that you won't notice that I didn't answer what happened with my family*
Viggo: *I smile, pressing a kiss to your fingers* You are right, your grandmother sounds like an extraordinary woman. *I notice the frown on your face, really wanting to ask more about your family but you seem so reluctant to answer* So, by following your heart, your grandmother meant for you to pursue art, and painting?
Sean: *sighs, a mixture of sadness and contentment* Yes. And whatever else I wanted. There was.....*hesitates, not wanting you to think poorly of me for this*...a scandal. And she was the only one who stuck beside me.
Viggo: *I lean back on your shoulder, looking at all the stars and the moon hovering above us, deep in thought* A...scandal? What sort of scandal?
Sean: With Granville. His father was very high up in the government. And we became rather...indiscreet. His father lost his position and finally sent him off to Spain. My family disowned me.
Viggo: *I don't know what to think at this piece of news, a bit startled by this part of your past. I let my fingers trail over your arm distractedly, trying to digest the information* That...must have been a very difficult time for you, Sean. But at least you had your grandmother by your side.
Sean: *voice still tight as I remember* Yes, she got me through it. *small smile* Tough old bat, she is. Told the rest of them off good and proper.
Viggo: *I notice your tone of voice and sigh* I'm sorry if I am dredging up an unpleasant part of the past for you. I guess I was always curious, and wanted to ask. *I remain quiet, not saying anything else.*
Sean: *I hold you tighter, kissing your cheek* No, it's fine. I want to share things with you. They're not bad people, just shocked by my proclivities, I suppose. Can't really blame them.
Viggo: *I nod in understanding* I know what you mean. But I just don't like the idea of you being thrown out on your own like that. I mean, what if your grandmother had not stuck by your side? Did she believe the scandal?
Sean: She said that she did not. I don't know. I think that she knows the truth, but that she loves me so much that she pretends it is not true.
Viggo: *I smile as I rest my head on your shoulder again* Then she has made herself believe that you love women?
Sean: *bites lip* I have helped a bit. In my letters, I have invented a fictitious female amour. *cringes a bit, waiting for your reaction*
Viggo: *I pull away slightly from you, unable to hide my surprise* What?
Sean: *eyes wide with concern and regret. i shouldn't've told you that. now you'll hate me for my deception* I.....I write her that I have a female amour here. I thought it would make her happy.
Viggo: Oh. *I frown a little, not knowing what to say., looking down at the grass and pulling at a blade, squeezing it between my fingers* Well, would she be happy if she knew that you were not telling her the truth?
Sean: *staring at the ground, completely ashamed now* I don't know. I just don't....I don't want her to hate me as well. *voice low and sad*
Viggo: *My heart almost breaks at the sound of your voice, and I move closer back to you to wrap you in my arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead* She won't hate you. And your family doesn't hate you either. Like you said, they were in shock. *I smile as I let my hands cup your face* You are impossible to hate. And easy to love.
Sean: *I hold you close, mumbling into your neck* No, they hate me. But I'm glad that you don't.
Viggo: *I close my eyes, stroking your back consolingly* I am very sure that they don't. And how could I possibly hate you? I admit I was taken aback by what you told me, but I am no angel myself. I told you that I love you, and I always will, past or no past.
Sean: *I pull back , smiling down at you, then settling us against the tree again* So tell me something about your sordid past then...
Viggo: *I play with one of your buttons, grinning* Well, my father was going to marry me off to a rich Danish ice cream merchant, so I ran away with an albino dwarf to join the circus.
Sean: *snorts, body shaking with laughter* Wanker. The pictures in my mind that created were just too disturbing.
Viggo: *I raise an eyebrow at you loftily* Why, can't you imagine me frolicking with an albino dwarf? They're very versatile, you know. I think his name was....Hans.
Sean: *blinks, mouth dropping open, speechless*
Viggo: *Laughing, I take this opportunity to invade your open mouth for a deep, intense kiss, pulling away to stare at your kiss-bruised lips* My past is probably a lot more sordid than yours, Sean. But no albino dwarves, I promise.
Sean: *I'm stunned even more by the unexpected deep kiss* Mmm....*eyes half-lidded, grin spreading* Good. Because I don't think I could compete with that. *pulling you to me for another kiss* So you don't find my scandalous past offputting?
Viggo: *I shake my head, bending my head down to kiss the nape of your neck, holding you tighter as the night air becomes more chilly* Your past is surprising to me, but I love you, for better and for worse. And what matters to me is the present, and the future. *My voice softens* As long as you're with me, I don't ask for more.
Sean: *I smile at you* I love you. I think we should go home and get under the blankets and you should tell me about you. *kisses your nose* And not pretend albino dwarves.
Viggo: Home sounds good. *I get up, pulling you along with me, and luckily it is a quick walk back to your apartment, as I try to rub the chill off me while you open the doors* The only thing bad about being out at midnight is the cold.
Sean: That's true. *I follow you in, shivering still* I'll do the sitting room fire if you'll do the bedroom? And I'll bring us some wine in as well.
Viggo: Sounds great. *I give you a quick kiss before going into the bedroom, taking my coat off. It takes me a while to get the fire started, but once it gets going it becomes really big and intense. Pleased, I take off my shoes and the rest of my clothes, bending down to poke the fire once more before I slip under the covers, waiting for you.*
Sean: *I get the living room fire started, much to the delight of Thierry who immediately curls up on the hearth, then grab the wine and head to the bedroom. I pause at the doorway....the sight of you under the covers, chest bared...knowing that the rest of you is bare as well....firelight flickering over the room and you...I can only stand and watch, transfixed*
Viggo: *I watch the fire, thinking about what you had told me about your past, and mentally preparing myself for what I'm going to tell you about mine. Then I see you in the unlit doorway, watching me with this burning look in your eyes.....I shift my head slightly, pushing my hair away from the pillow and grinning at you* Are you going to just stand there?
Sean: *I grin, making my way to you, handing you the wine as I disrobe and crawl into bed next to you* You're just....breathtaking. *tracing a finger over your chest* Bare skin, highlighted by fire.....waiting for me....mmm....*leans in to kiss you*
Viggo: *I adjust comfortably under you as I rise up to meet your lips, twining my body around yours, still tasting midnight's chill on your skin as I drag my mouth down to suck on your neck, moaning in pleasure at the taste as I pull away* So, you said you wanted to know more about my sordid past, albino midgets notwithstanding?
Sean: *My body heats quite nicely through the combination of fire's warmth and your touch and taste* Mmm...yes, that I do.... *settles down, head resting on your chest, hand still tracing random patterns on you* Tell me about your past, love.
Viggo: *I stroke your hair softly, admiring how the firelight dances through the golden strands as I let my fingers run through them* Well, I lived on a farm with my parents, brothers and cousins. When my mother died of the plague, my father took us to the city. He opened a shop there, and I helped him with it, whenever I wasn't running off to paint. *I grin slightly at the memory* Then I met this man, Søren. *I pause for a while* My first love.
Sean: *props my head up on your chest so I can look at you* And what was he like? Did he treat you well?
Viggo: *I turn to meet your gaze, admiring how beautiful and dark green your eyes look in the glow of the fire* Well, he did. We were actually very happy together. And you know something? He looks almost exactly like you.
Sean: *curious smile* I'm glad to hear that you were happy. Is that what attracted you to me at first?
Viggo: *I run my fingers over your shoulder absently* At first, it was. Then when I got to know you, I realised you were so different from him in so many ways. Now, I don't even think about the resemblance anymore, because you two are such different people. *I smile broadly* And I love what I see in you so much more.
Sean: *I slide up to capture your lips again, kiss slow and sweet, before pulling away, returning to my position on your chest* You are probably the opposite of Granville in every possible way. *smile fades as I debate telling you something* I...haven't been in love for many years. I thought that it was an illusion. And then, Thierry the matchmaking dog brought you into my life.
Viggo: *I stare at you, completely stunned by your admission as I run my hand down your back, tugging you closer to me.* I-I don't know what to say, Sean. Your words...mean a lot to me. And I'm glad that what we have, has changed your mind. I should probably buy Theirry a water dish made of gold, for bringing you to me as well. *I press a kiss to your hair* I'm glad that despite everything that has happened, we are here, together.
Sean: *stroking your hair, smiling at you* As am I. And yes, Theirry deserves such a prize. I am utterly content to have you in my life. *pauses, still smiling at you, wanting to know more about you still* So, what happened with you and Soren?
Viggo: *I tug you closer to me, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through my hair, mentally making a note to ask you to help me cut it slightly shorter one day.* Well, Soren and I were happy, until one day, I found out his family was making him marry one of his distant cousins. I was absolutely devastated. That was when I packed my bags, talked to my father, and left Denmark for good.
Sean: *tilts head* Did you talk with him about it? Perhaps he would have fought his family for you?
Viggo: I did talk to him. He even cried in front of me, but it seemed that he was going to go through with the marriage somehow. If not, his father would cut him off from the family business and unlike me, he wasn't used to being poor. *I soften my voice a little* He did mention wanting to carry on an affair after he was married, but I didn't want to do that to his wife.
Sean: *sad smile, nodding* What about your family, your father? Do they know about you.....that you enjoy men as well as women? *I am sad for you and Soren, though glad that fate has brought us together.....utterly content to lie here, warm and naked with you and trade stories of our lives*
Viggo: *I smile a little at the mention of my father* My father does know, although he shouted for a while. He thought it was some little phase I was going through with Soren, but when I told him it was love, he just snorted. But he supported me. And when I told him I wanted to leave, he gave me all the money he could spare. *I'm glad you're here, because if I have to think about this alone, I could go mad* I miss him a lot. And my brothers too.
Sean: How many brothers? *I feel a pang when you speak of your father's support and I think of mine...yelling that he had no son named Sean...* I have an older brother. So it was no loss to my family when they disowned me. They had the heir. I was merely an extra. *I try to keep the bitterness from my tone*
Viggo: I had two brothers...they used to run up and down the streets, yelling for me whenever I snuck off to paint. *My smile fades at the tone of your voice* Oh, Sean....I can't believe you would think that. I'm sure it was just your family not able to adjust to....your lifestyle. *I roll you over so that I'm spooning you in a hug, hoping that you can feel the comfort in my touch* I'm so sorry all this happened. And that I brought it up.
Sean: *I hold onto you, comforted immensely by your words and touch* No, just because it's not a good story doesn't mean that it shouldn't be told. I want you to know. I trust you to know. *smiling* I can just picture you....sneaking off to paint....brothers yelling as you hide, furtively applying your paint to canvas.
Viggo: *I smile against your skin as I pull you even closer to me, burying my nose in your hair* I am just so glad that you trust me. It feels safe to be telling you everything about my life, and knowing about yours in return. *I chuckle softly* I was often on the receiving end of my brothers' ire, I can tell you that. But in the end, they were supportive of my painting.
Sean: That's good. Mine didn't really care one way or the other. He was too caught up in being the perfect lord and master to bother with my dabbling. It didn't interfere with him, so he didn't really even notice it. My mother tried to like it...but she was more accustomed to classical portraits than my random swathes of colour. *sighing, relaxing into your touch, hands stroking over yours*
Viggo: *I prop myself up on my elbow so that I'm leaning over you, my fingers running over your face before sliding down to stroke your lips gently* Your brother doesn't sound like a good man. But at least your mother tried to be involved. And your work is so much -more- than random swathes of colour. You know that, and I know that.
Sean: *I smile up at you* Colourful noise, remember? I love Grandmother's description of it. I think that fits. And I did have a good moment with my mother......I set up several of my works on easels and we walked around together viewing them. I asked her what she thought of when she saw each one and just prompted her a bit and let her associate freely. *my hands begin to gently stroke your back* She enjoyed that, even though she wanted to know if I was thinking of sadness, why I could not paint a person looking sad. *chuckle*
Viggo: *I look down at you curiously, tilting my head* That sounds like a moment you treasure. And indeed, why did she say that you were thinking of sadness? Were all the paintings you showed her really sad? *I thread my fingers through your hair, trying to imagine what your mother looks like, smiling a little at the thought of you showing her your paintings and the two of you having a good time together*
Sean: Well, a group of them were...about three, I believe. And when we went through them, she said that they reminded her of sadness and I agreed...I had painted them when I was just going through a bit of a blue moment. But I also showed her happy ones.....and she saw that in them as well.
Viggo: *I frown slightly* I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just do not like the idea of you being sad and putting your sadness into a painting. *I lean down and plant a kiss on your shoulder, kissing a trail all the way up to behind your ear* But at least there were happy paintings as well. I hope you can show me some of those someday.
Sean: *I smile, tilting my head for you* It helps though...it gets the sadness out of my head and heart and onto the canvas. Mm.....*pulling you closer* And I think with you in my life, most of my paintings now can be classified as happy....*grins* Rather lustful, but quite happy.
Viggo: *I just can't help grinning like an idiot, sliding my finger down your chest* Really? I am glad that I inspire such paintings, especially like the one hanging out in the living room that you helped me to paint.* *Letting my finger circle around your nipple, I brush my thumb over it, making you gasp. I quickly take opportunity of your parted lips to slide my tongue in for a deep, intense kiss, wrapping a leg around yours* You inspire my paintings too, Sean.
Sean: *I pull you even closer, rocking gently against you, quite happily breathless after your kiss* Then shall we indulge in a little more mutual inspiration? *smirking up at you before capturing your lips again*
Viggo: *I laugh into our kiss, sliding a hand down to carress your thigh as the bedsheets rustle with my movements, rolling myself over on top of you to deepen our kiss, pulling away slightly to regard you under me...cheeks flushed, eyes bright* Mutual inspiration sounds good. I hope we're not going to get your bed dirty, Sean. *I lean down and suck on your bottom lip before adding* Dirty with paint, I mean. *I grin down at you*
Sean: *I shake my head, returning your grin* No, we'll just have to remember our inspiration and put it to canvas later. *I let my legs open wider, hips still moving against you, hands sliding down to cup your ass, slide you down just a bit so our erections can rub against each other* Mmm.....want you Viggo....
Viggo: *I reach down and hook your legs around my waist, moaning at the feel of your cock sliding over mine as I thrust my hips against yours, driving you into the bed* I know....want you so much, Sean. *I close my eyes as I lose myself in our hot, intense kiss, running a hand through your hair* Remember how I told you I can probably just come alone from you kissing me?
Sean: *nods, hands stroking up and down your back, returning to your bottom, moaning at the contact, seeking out your mouth, wanting to make that happen...*
Viggo: *I chuckle at your eagerness, realising that I'm probably just as impatient....it is almost unbelievable how good your lips feel on me, seeking the warm, wet heat of your mouth as I reach down to stroke your erection, still letting mine rub against yours* Sean...there are a hundred different things I want to do to you right now and I don't know where to start.
Sean: Mm...start with you inside of me....*kissing you deeply, thrusting into your hand, needing to feel you filling me desperately* Want you inside of me, Viggo....please
Viggo: *My eyes flash at you* Right here, right now? *I bend down to kiss under your neck before pulling up to look at you, -really- look at you....God, so beautiful in the glow of the fire, bare underneath the sheets, your skin tasting of sweat as I latch my mouth onto your collarbone, kissing along it as I bring up a hand to your mouth, silently begging for you to suck on them, letting my other hand continue to stroke your erection*
Sean: *I take your fingers into my mouth, lavishing them as I would your cock, licking along their length, sucking on them, kissing them, moving my mouth in rhythm with your hand on me, eager to feel you inside of me*
Viggo: *Leaning up to watch you suck on my fingers with lidded eyes, I am reluctant to slip them out of your mouth, but I eventually do, letting my tongue replace them instead as I dive back into your mouth, bringing my fingers wet with your saliva down to seek your entrance, sliding my slick fingers in and out of you, groaning at how hot and tight you feel*
Sean: *I whimper as I feel your fingers inside of me, pressing against them, kissing you fiercely, eyes opening to watch your face, shadowed and lit by firelight, your eyes dark with desire. Your fingers curve inside of me and I cry out, wanting more* Viggo.....please.....fuck me now...deep and hard...
Viggo: *Unable to wait any longer, I slide my fingers out, wiping off the moisture from the tip of your erection and slicking my cock with it, positioning myself at your entrace, just letting the head slide in, leaning down to kiss you deeply, forcing myself to slow down in case I hurt you* Just let me know if it hurts. *I stroke the hair away from your face, burying the rest of myself inside you with one thrust*
Sean: No, doesn't hurt....feels...oh...good... more... *gripping your ass, pulling you into me more, kissing you, moaning into your mouth....I know I'll never get tired of this....always feels so good, so incredible*
Viggo: *I shut my eyes as my hips automatically thrust into you, against you....oh God, if I don't feel every inch of your skin against mine right now, I'm going to die. I pull all the way out, and without warning I thrust back in, so hard that your head almost bangs against the headboard, and I quickly put a hand there to cushion your head before withdrawing all the way, and slamming you back against the headboard, panting against your neck*
Sean: *so fucking good...feeling you inside of me, moving in and out, slamming into me, truly taking possession of me....I stroke myself in time with your thrusts, moaning in pleasure at each shift*
Viggo: Oh God, Sean.....*I'm thrusting in and out of you so hard that I know we're both going to be sore tomorrow, and neither of us can probably walk...which could be a good excuse for spending the day recuperating in bed. Making sure my hand is still cushioning your head, I reach down my other hand and wrap it around your hand on your cock, and let both of our hands roughly stroke you, urging you to come all over between us*
Sean: *yes...your hand joins mine and it's so good.... you're moving hard and fast and I'm craving each thrust, each stroke.....and god.....I can't hold back, orgasm sweeping through me as I cry out your name*
Viggo: *I feel the warmness seep between our stomachs as you cry out my name, unable to control myself any longer. I finally let go, driving my hips into yours with fierce abandon, so hard that I'm almost crushing you against the bed, driving you into the mattress. Finally feeling myself topple over the edge, I gasp out your name, my vision blurring as I thrust one last time, feeling your legs tight around my waist, surrendering everything you to you as I moan against your neck, still buried in you* Oh my God....Sean....
Sean: *My eyes are closed, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, wiping my hand on the sheet, then holding you close, bodies still tightly pressed together, lips moving to your neck, pressing soft kisses, murmuring in your ear* Absolutely incredible, my love.
Viggo: I know. Why do you make me feel this way, Sean? *I laugh against your skin, sliding a hand between our wet stomachs as I wipe off some of the come with my fingers. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I start licking my fingers clean, watching your expression, feeling your chest heaving under mine, the other hand wiping the sweat off your forehead*
Sean: *i watch you, eyes narrowed at how completely erotic you look, words dying on my lips, pulling you close, tasting myself mixing with you, sigh-moaning into our kiss*
Viggo: *I sigh at the mingled taste of us, thinking again how lucky I am to be here, with you, feeling like this* Sean....is love supposed to be like this? I feel so completely enveloped by you, like I'm falling into you. It is like I live only for your voice, your touch, your taste *I pause to lick our fingers again* I just feel so overwhelmed sometimes. When I left Denmark, I felt like I was searching for something. And now it feels like I have stopped searching.
Sean: *I shift us around a bit, letting you pillow your head on my chest, stroking your hair* I don't know. I suppose that our love is supposed to be like this...*smile* ..since it is. Being with you feels right...it's where I'm supposed to be..I feel it in my soul....*nuzzles your hair* Perhaps it's true that at times, one splits into two...and we're two halves that together make up a whole.
Viggo: *I lean my head up to gaze into your eyes, almost speechless by what you have just said....I trace your lips, your eyes, your cheeks, knowing nothing will ever feel as perfect as this.* Sean.....it is not fair that I have taken so long to find you. But now that I have, I am not complaining. *I bring your hand up to my lips, pressing a kiss against your wrist* I just cannot explain how much you mean to me. But I think that somehow, you know.
Sean: *I nod, pulling our hands gently toward me, kissing your hand* I know. *grins* And now that I have you, I'll not let you go. *hand stroking your back, content and sleepy* We should rest, love.
Sean: *leaning against the tree, you in my arms, the night sky above us, sound of water gently lapping the grass* Mmm...I think I'll have to paint another midnight scene soon. It's just too beautiful for words....nearly too beautiful for paint.
Viggo: *I curl my fingers around yours, pressing my back against your chest as I relax in your arms, letting my eyes wander all over the beautiful, surreal scenery in front of us* I know, I'm just drinking the beauty in. And speaking of midnight, I remember you telling me, when we first met, that midnight was your favourite time of day. Remember? I saw your painting inspired by Granville, and you said it was painted at midnight.
Sean: *I lean in to nuzzle your neck* I think I shall be inspired to paint a much better one. And yes, it is my favourite time of day. So filled with possibilities...*hands stroking your arms* So still, quiet and beautiful in it's darkness
Viggo: *I run my hands over yours, arching my neck up towards your lips* Yes, it's like a whole other world at midnight. *I'm remembering more of our first meeting, and I turn back sideways towards you* Sean, tell me more about England. About why you left, as well as your family...I met a Monsieur Csokas the other day whose family knew yours.
Sean: *frowns, trying to remember* I don't believe I know that name. *shrugs* But perhaps the family know him and I do not. *pauses, gathering my thoughts* We are not close, my family and I. The only one I speak with is my grandmother. *voice softens* She is remarkable.
Viggo: *I tighten my hands around yours, wondering if I've asked something I shouldn't* What happened between you and your family? If you do not mind me asking....*I lean my cheek against yours* And yes, you seem very close to your grandmother. You must miss her a lot as she is back in England.
Sean: I do. I send her letters often though. But she is the reason I am able to be here. My family cut me off and she refuses to. She thinks that I should follow my heart. *hopes that you won't notice that I didn't answer what happened with my family*
Viggo: *I smile, pressing a kiss to your fingers* You are right, your grandmother sounds like an extraordinary woman. *I notice the frown on your face, really wanting to ask more about your family but you seem so reluctant to answer* So, by following your heart, your grandmother meant for you to pursue art, and painting?
Sean: *sighs, a mixture of sadness and contentment* Yes. And whatever else I wanted. There was.....*hesitates, not wanting you to think poorly of me for this*...a scandal. And she was the only one who stuck beside me.
Viggo: *I lean back on your shoulder, looking at all the stars and the moon hovering above us, deep in thought* A...scandal? What sort of scandal?
Sean: With Granville. His father was very high up in the government. And we became rather...indiscreet. His father lost his position and finally sent him off to Spain. My family disowned me.
Viggo: *I don't know what to think at this piece of news, a bit startled by this part of your past. I let my fingers trail over your arm distractedly, trying to digest the information* That...must have been a very difficult time for you, Sean. But at least you had your grandmother by your side.
Sean: *voice still tight as I remember* Yes, she got me through it. *small smile* Tough old bat, she is. Told the rest of them off good and proper.
Viggo: *I notice your tone of voice and sigh* I'm sorry if I am dredging up an unpleasant part of the past for you. I guess I was always curious, and wanted to ask. *I remain quiet, not saying anything else.*
Sean: *I hold you tighter, kissing your cheek* No, it's fine. I want to share things with you. They're not bad people, just shocked by my proclivities, I suppose. Can't really blame them.
Viggo: *I nod in understanding* I know what you mean. But I just don't like the idea of you being thrown out on your own like that. I mean, what if your grandmother had not stuck by your side? Did she believe the scandal?
Sean: She said that she did not. I don't know. I think that she knows the truth, but that she loves me so much that she pretends it is not true.
Viggo: *I smile as I rest my head on your shoulder again* Then she has made herself believe that you love women?
Sean: *bites lip* I have helped a bit. In my letters, I have invented a fictitious female amour. *cringes a bit, waiting for your reaction*
Viggo: *I pull away slightly from you, unable to hide my surprise* What?
Sean: *eyes wide with concern and regret. i shouldn't've told you that. now you'll hate me for my deception* I.....I write her that I have a female amour here. I thought it would make her happy.
Viggo: Oh. *I frown a little, not knowing what to say., looking down at the grass and pulling at a blade, squeezing it between my fingers* Well, would she be happy if she knew that you were not telling her the truth?
Sean: *staring at the ground, completely ashamed now* I don't know. I just don't....I don't want her to hate me as well. *voice low and sad*
Viggo: *My heart almost breaks at the sound of your voice, and I move closer back to you to wrap you in my arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead* She won't hate you. And your family doesn't hate you either. Like you said, they were in shock. *I smile as I let my hands cup your face* You are impossible to hate. And easy to love.
Sean: *I hold you close, mumbling into your neck* No, they hate me. But I'm glad that you don't.
Viggo: *I close my eyes, stroking your back consolingly* I am very sure that they don't. And how could I possibly hate you? I admit I was taken aback by what you told me, but I am no angel myself. I told you that I love you, and I always will, past or no past.
Sean: *I pull back , smiling down at you, then settling us against the tree again* So tell me something about your sordid past then...
Viggo: *I play with one of your buttons, grinning* Well, my father was going to marry me off to a rich Danish ice cream merchant, so I ran away with an albino dwarf to join the circus.
Sean: *snorts, body shaking with laughter* Wanker. The pictures in my mind that created were just too disturbing.
Viggo: *I raise an eyebrow at you loftily* Why, can't you imagine me frolicking with an albino dwarf? They're very versatile, you know. I think his name was....Hans.
Sean: *blinks, mouth dropping open, speechless*
Viggo: *Laughing, I take this opportunity to invade your open mouth for a deep, intense kiss, pulling away to stare at your kiss-bruised lips* My past is probably a lot more sordid than yours, Sean. But no albino dwarves, I promise.
Sean: *I'm stunned even more by the unexpected deep kiss* Mmm....*eyes half-lidded, grin spreading* Good. Because I don't think I could compete with that. *pulling you to me for another kiss* So you don't find my scandalous past offputting?
Viggo: *I shake my head, bending my head down to kiss the nape of your neck, holding you tighter as the night air becomes more chilly* Your past is surprising to me, but I love you, for better and for worse. And what matters to me is the present, and the future. *My voice softens* As long as you're with me, I don't ask for more.
Sean: *I smile at you* I love you. I think we should go home and get under the blankets and you should tell me about you. *kisses your nose* And not pretend albino dwarves.
Viggo: Home sounds good. *I get up, pulling you along with me, and luckily it is a quick walk back to your apartment, as I try to rub the chill off me while you open the doors* The only thing bad about being out at midnight is the cold.
Sean: That's true. *I follow you in, shivering still* I'll do the sitting room fire if you'll do the bedroom? And I'll bring us some wine in as well.
Viggo: Sounds great. *I give you a quick kiss before going into the bedroom, taking my coat off. It takes me a while to get the fire started, but once it gets going it becomes really big and intense. Pleased, I take off my shoes and the rest of my clothes, bending down to poke the fire once more before I slip under the covers, waiting for you.*
Sean: *I get the living room fire started, much to the delight of Thierry who immediately curls up on the hearth, then grab the wine and head to the bedroom. I pause at the doorway....the sight of you under the covers, chest bared...knowing that the rest of you is bare as well....firelight flickering over the room and you...I can only stand and watch, transfixed*
Viggo: *I watch the fire, thinking about what you had told me about your past, and mentally preparing myself for what I'm going to tell you about mine. Then I see you in the unlit doorway, watching me with this burning look in your eyes.....I shift my head slightly, pushing my hair away from the pillow and grinning at you* Are you going to just stand there?
Sean: *I grin, making my way to you, handing you the wine as I disrobe and crawl into bed next to you* You're just....breathtaking. *tracing a finger over your chest* Bare skin, highlighted by fire.....waiting for me....mmm....*leans in to kiss you*
Viggo: *I adjust comfortably under you as I rise up to meet your lips, twining my body around yours, still tasting midnight's chill on your skin as I drag my mouth down to suck on your neck, moaning in pleasure at the taste as I pull away* So, you said you wanted to know more about my sordid past, albino midgets notwithstanding?
Sean: *My body heats quite nicely through the combination of fire's warmth and your touch and taste* Mmm...yes, that I do.... *settles down, head resting on your chest, hand still tracing random patterns on you* Tell me about your past, love.
Viggo: *I stroke your hair softly, admiring how the firelight dances through the golden strands as I let my fingers run through them* Well, I lived on a farm with my parents, brothers and cousins. When my mother died of the plague, my father took us to the city. He opened a shop there, and I helped him with it, whenever I wasn't running off to paint. *I grin slightly at the memory* Then I met this man, Søren. *I pause for a while* My first love.
Sean: *props my head up on your chest so I can look at you* And what was he like? Did he treat you well?
Viggo: *I turn to meet your gaze, admiring how beautiful and dark green your eyes look in the glow of the fire* Well, he did. We were actually very happy together. And you know something? He looks almost exactly like you.
Sean: *curious smile* I'm glad to hear that you were happy. Is that what attracted you to me at first?
Viggo: *I run my fingers over your shoulder absently* At first, it was. Then when I got to know you, I realised you were so different from him in so many ways. Now, I don't even think about the resemblance anymore, because you two are such different people. *I smile broadly* And I love what I see in you so much more.
Sean: *I slide up to capture your lips again, kiss slow and sweet, before pulling away, returning to my position on your chest* You are probably the opposite of Granville in every possible way. *smile fades as I debate telling you something* I...haven't been in love for many years. I thought that it was an illusion. And then, Thierry the matchmaking dog brought you into my life.
Viggo: *I stare at you, completely stunned by your admission as I run my hand down your back, tugging you closer to me.* I-I don't know what to say, Sean. Your words...mean a lot to me. And I'm glad that what we have, has changed your mind. I should probably buy Theirry a water dish made of gold, for bringing you to me as well. *I press a kiss to your hair* I'm glad that despite everything that has happened, we are here, together.
Sean: *stroking your hair, smiling at you* As am I. And yes, Theirry deserves such a prize. I am utterly content to have you in my life. *pauses, still smiling at you, wanting to know more about you still* So, what happened with you and Soren?
Viggo: *I tug you closer to me, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through my hair, mentally making a note to ask you to help me cut it slightly shorter one day.* Well, Soren and I were happy, until one day, I found out his family was making him marry one of his distant cousins. I was absolutely devastated. That was when I packed my bags, talked to my father, and left Denmark for good.
Sean: *tilts head* Did you talk with him about it? Perhaps he would have fought his family for you?
Viggo: I did talk to him. He even cried in front of me, but it seemed that he was going to go through with the marriage somehow. If not, his father would cut him off from the family business and unlike me, he wasn't used to being poor. *I soften my voice a little* He did mention wanting to carry on an affair after he was married, but I didn't want to do that to his wife.
Sean: *sad smile, nodding* What about your family, your father? Do they know about you.....that you enjoy men as well as women? *I am sad for you and Soren, though glad that fate has brought us together.....utterly content to lie here, warm and naked with you and trade stories of our lives*
Viggo: *I smile a little at the mention of my father* My father does know, although he shouted for a while. He thought it was some little phase I was going through with Soren, but when I told him it was love, he just snorted. But he supported me. And when I told him I wanted to leave, he gave me all the money he could spare. *I'm glad you're here, because if I have to think about this alone, I could go mad* I miss him a lot. And my brothers too.
Sean: How many brothers? *I feel a pang when you speak of your father's support and I think of mine...yelling that he had no son named Sean...* I have an older brother. So it was no loss to my family when they disowned me. They had the heir. I was merely an extra. *I try to keep the bitterness from my tone*
Viggo: I had two brothers...they used to run up and down the streets, yelling for me whenever I snuck off to paint. *My smile fades at the tone of your voice* Oh, Sean....I can't believe you would think that. I'm sure it was just your family not able to adjust to....your lifestyle. *I roll you over so that I'm spooning you in a hug, hoping that you can feel the comfort in my touch* I'm so sorry all this happened. And that I brought it up.
Sean: *I hold onto you, comforted immensely by your words and touch* No, just because it's not a good story doesn't mean that it shouldn't be told. I want you to know. I trust you to know. *smiling* I can just picture you....sneaking off to paint....brothers yelling as you hide, furtively applying your paint to canvas.
Viggo: *I smile against your skin as I pull you even closer to me, burying my nose in your hair* I am just so glad that you trust me. It feels safe to be telling you everything about my life, and knowing about yours in return. *I chuckle softly* I was often on the receiving end of my brothers' ire, I can tell you that. But in the end, they were supportive of my painting.
Sean: That's good. Mine didn't really care one way or the other. He was too caught up in being the perfect lord and master to bother with my dabbling. It didn't interfere with him, so he didn't really even notice it. My mother tried to like it...but she was more accustomed to classical portraits than my random swathes of colour. *sighing, relaxing into your touch, hands stroking over yours*
Viggo: *I prop myself up on my elbow so that I'm leaning over you, my fingers running over your face before sliding down to stroke your lips gently* Your brother doesn't sound like a good man. But at least your mother tried to be involved. And your work is so much -more- than random swathes of colour. You know that, and I know that.
Sean: *I smile up at you* Colourful noise, remember? I love Grandmother's description of it. I think that fits. And I did have a good moment with my mother......I set up several of my works on easels and we walked around together viewing them. I asked her what she thought of when she saw each one and just prompted her a bit and let her associate freely. *my hands begin to gently stroke your back* She enjoyed that, even though she wanted to know if I was thinking of sadness, why I could not paint a person looking sad. *chuckle*
Viggo: *I look down at you curiously, tilting my head* That sounds like a moment you treasure. And indeed, why did she say that you were thinking of sadness? Were all the paintings you showed her really sad? *I thread my fingers through your hair, trying to imagine what your mother looks like, smiling a little at the thought of you showing her your paintings and the two of you having a good time together*
Sean: Well, a group of them were...about three, I believe. And when we went through them, she said that they reminded her of sadness and I agreed...I had painted them when I was just going through a bit of a blue moment. But I also showed her happy ones.....and she saw that in them as well.
Viggo: *I frown slightly* I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just do not like the idea of you being sad and putting your sadness into a painting. *I lean down and plant a kiss on your shoulder, kissing a trail all the way up to behind your ear* But at least there were happy paintings as well. I hope you can show me some of those someday.
Sean: *I smile, tilting my head for you* It helps though...it gets the sadness out of my head and heart and onto the canvas. Mm.....*pulling you closer* And I think with you in my life, most of my paintings now can be classified as happy....*grins* Rather lustful, but quite happy.
Viggo: *I just can't help grinning like an idiot, sliding my finger down your chest* Really? I am glad that I inspire such paintings, especially like the one hanging out in the living room that you helped me to paint.* *Letting my finger circle around your nipple, I brush my thumb over it, making you gasp. I quickly take opportunity of your parted lips to slide my tongue in for a deep, intense kiss, wrapping a leg around yours* You inspire my paintings too, Sean.
Sean: *I pull you even closer, rocking gently against you, quite happily breathless after your kiss* Then shall we indulge in a little more mutual inspiration? *smirking up at you before capturing your lips again*
Viggo: *I laugh into our kiss, sliding a hand down to carress your thigh as the bedsheets rustle with my movements, rolling myself over on top of you to deepen our kiss, pulling away slightly to regard you under me...cheeks flushed, eyes bright* Mutual inspiration sounds good. I hope we're not going to get your bed dirty, Sean. *I lean down and suck on your bottom lip before adding* Dirty with paint, I mean. *I grin down at you*
Sean: *I shake my head, returning your grin* No, we'll just have to remember our inspiration and put it to canvas later. *I let my legs open wider, hips still moving against you, hands sliding down to cup your ass, slide you down just a bit so our erections can rub against each other* Mmm.....want you Viggo....
Viggo: *I reach down and hook your legs around my waist, moaning at the feel of your cock sliding over mine as I thrust my hips against yours, driving you into the bed* I know....want you so much, Sean. *I close my eyes as I lose myself in our hot, intense kiss, running a hand through your hair* Remember how I told you I can probably just come alone from you kissing me?
Sean: *nods, hands stroking up and down your back, returning to your bottom, moaning at the contact, seeking out your mouth, wanting to make that happen...*
Viggo: *I chuckle at your eagerness, realising that I'm probably just as impatient....it is almost unbelievable how good your lips feel on me, seeking the warm, wet heat of your mouth as I reach down to stroke your erection, still letting mine rub against yours* Sean...there are a hundred different things I want to do to you right now and I don't know where to start.
Sean: Mm...start with you inside of me....*kissing you deeply, thrusting into your hand, needing to feel you filling me desperately* Want you inside of me, Viggo....please
Viggo: *My eyes flash at you* Right here, right now? *I bend down to kiss under your neck before pulling up to look at you, -really- look at you....God, so beautiful in the glow of the fire, bare underneath the sheets, your skin tasting of sweat as I latch my mouth onto your collarbone, kissing along it as I bring up a hand to your mouth, silently begging for you to suck on them, letting my other hand continue to stroke your erection*
Sean: *I take your fingers into my mouth, lavishing them as I would your cock, licking along their length, sucking on them, kissing them, moving my mouth in rhythm with your hand on me, eager to feel you inside of me*
Viggo: *Leaning up to watch you suck on my fingers with lidded eyes, I am reluctant to slip them out of your mouth, but I eventually do, letting my tongue replace them instead as I dive back into your mouth, bringing my fingers wet with your saliva down to seek your entrance, sliding my slick fingers in and out of you, groaning at how hot and tight you feel*
Sean: *I whimper as I feel your fingers inside of me, pressing against them, kissing you fiercely, eyes opening to watch your face, shadowed and lit by firelight, your eyes dark with desire. Your fingers curve inside of me and I cry out, wanting more* Viggo.....please.....fuck me now...deep and hard...
Viggo: *Unable to wait any longer, I slide my fingers out, wiping off the moisture from the tip of your erection and slicking my cock with it, positioning myself at your entrace, just letting the head slide in, leaning down to kiss you deeply, forcing myself to slow down in case I hurt you* Just let me know if it hurts. *I stroke the hair away from your face, burying the rest of myself inside you with one thrust*
Sean: No, doesn't hurt....feels...oh...good... more... *gripping your ass, pulling you into me more, kissing you, moaning into your mouth....I know I'll never get tired of this....always feels so good, so incredible*
Viggo: *I shut my eyes as my hips automatically thrust into you, against you....oh God, if I don't feel every inch of your skin against mine right now, I'm going to die. I pull all the way out, and without warning I thrust back in, so hard that your head almost bangs against the headboard, and I quickly put a hand there to cushion your head before withdrawing all the way, and slamming you back against the headboard, panting against your neck*
Sean: *so fucking good...feeling you inside of me, moving in and out, slamming into me, truly taking possession of me....I stroke myself in time with your thrusts, moaning in pleasure at each shift*
Viggo: Oh God, Sean.....*I'm thrusting in and out of you so hard that I know we're both going to be sore tomorrow, and neither of us can probably walk...which could be a good excuse for spending the day recuperating in bed. Making sure my hand is still cushioning your head, I reach down my other hand and wrap it around your hand on your cock, and let both of our hands roughly stroke you, urging you to come all over between us*
Sean: *yes...your hand joins mine and it's so good.... you're moving hard and fast and I'm craving each thrust, each stroke.....and god.....I can't hold back, orgasm sweeping through me as I cry out your name*
Viggo: *I feel the warmness seep between our stomachs as you cry out my name, unable to control myself any longer. I finally let go, driving my hips into yours with fierce abandon, so hard that I'm almost crushing you against the bed, driving you into the mattress. Finally feeling myself topple over the edge, I gasp out your name, my vision blurring as I thrust one last time, feeling your legs tight around my waist, surrendering everything you to you as I moan against your neck, still buried in you* Oh my God....Sean....
Sean: *My eyes are closed, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, wiping my hand on the sheet, then holding you close, bodies still tightly pressed together, lips moving to your neck, pressing soft kisses, murmuring in your ear* Absolutely incredible, my love.
Viggo: I know. Why do you make me feel this way, Sean? *I laugh against your skin, sliding a hand between our wet stomachs as I wipe off some of the come with my fingers. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I start licking my fingers clean, watching your expression, feeling your chest heaving under mine, the other hand wiping the sweat off your forehead*
Sean: *i watch you, eyes narrowed at how completely erotic you look, words dying on my lips, pulling you close, tasting myself mixing with you, sigh-moaning into our kiss*
Viggo: *I sigh at the mingled taste of us, thinking again how lucky I am to be here, with you, feeling like this* Sean....is love supposed to be like this? I feel so completely enveloped by you, like I'm falling into you. It is like I live only for your voice, your touch, your taste *I pause to lick our fingers again* I just feel so overwhelmed sometimes. When I left Denmark, I felt like I was searching for something. And now it feels like I have stopped searching.
Sean: *I shift us around a bit, letting you pillow your head on my chest, stroking your hair* I don't know. I suppose that our love is supposed to be like this...*smile* ..since it is. Being with you feels right...it's where I'm supposed to be..I feel it in my soul....*nuzzles your hair* Perhaps it's true that at times, one splits into two...and we're two halves that together make up a whole.
Viggo: *I lean my head up to gaze into your eyes, almost speechless by what you have just said....I trace your lips, your eyes, your cheeks, knowing nothing will ever feel as perfect as this.* Sean.....it is not fair that I have taken so long to find you. But now that I have, I am not complaining. *I bring your hand up to my lips, pressing a kiss against your wrist* I just cannot explain how much you mean to me. But I think that somehow, you know.
Sean: *I nod, pulling our hands gently toward me, kissing your hand* I know. *grins* And now that I have you, I'll not let you go. *hand stroking your back, content and sleepy* We should rest, love.