Fic:Narcoleptic
Title: Narcoleptic(2/3)
Authors: boro69,seanata
Beta: sophie_lover(thank you sooo much!)
Pairing: Vigbean
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warings: m/m sex,a bit angst
Disclaimer: Never happened!And how would we know if it did...?
Feedback: Would be much appreciated!
PART 2
Viggo arrived at exactly the agreed time outside Sean's house. He must have spent the last 10 minutes in the car, thinking of what he was supposed to say once he confronted the other man. Nothing seemed appropriate. Before he was late, he grabbed the bottle of Sean's fave wine he bought earlier that afternoon and headed for the doorstep. A precious amount of time was spent right there, at the brink of ringing the bell. Eventually, and after many many deep breaths, he pressed the button and waited for Sean to open the door. He heard footsteps coming from the inside and in a matter of seconds Sean was standing right in front of him, having this huge grin on his face that could make every single heart melt, along with his own.
"Hey" he said a bit shyly, without moving at all.
Sean stood in his dark kitchen watching the car parked in his driveway. A self-satisfactory smile dominated his face as Viggo slowly approached the front door. He noted that it took him some time to ring the bell and grinned. He wanted to keep Viggo on his toes...It would only make him sexier. After all they were both adults, and Sean thought it fair if he tortured him a little… Just a little… Just enough to make him crave for more… Take him where he wanted… He casually opened the door and wore his most innocent smile. Viggo stammered a "hey" and stood there frozen. Sean made way and half grinned: "Pass friend...".He couldn't but notice Vig's ass as he walked by, and he gathered all his self control to avoid pinching those cotton-clad firm buttocks...
Sean led them to the kitchen, where he was already cooking fish with cari. Viggo couldn't help but smile at the scent the whole kitchen had. Probably his friend knew every little detail about him, such as his favorite food, and he instantly wondered what other surprises Sean had in store for him. He placed the wine on the counter and took a seat at the table. They started an easy talk, about their children, football, their life back at their home and soon Viggo forgot all about his nervousness and was able to enjoy time with his mate again. At that point Sean had a brilliant idea of describing to Viggo how Sheffield lost the Championship last year and Viggo remained in silence for a little while.
It wasn't long since Viggo caught himself staring at his friend's every single move, watching him as he elegantly moved from one task to another, his back, his lean long legs that were perfectly shaped under the black jeans he wore tonight, his arse...Somewhere between Sean's monologue Viggo thought that he must be nuts for thinking that way about Sean. First of all he himself was straight. Full stop. End of story. Then why on earth was he shaking every time Sean laid his eyes on him? Why was he having a hard-on just by being at the same room with him? He even had dreams about Sean. Dreams that always left him dripping of sweat and rock-hard. He shook his head to kick those thoughts out of his mind and when he refocused on Sean, he was already serving the dinner.
During their dinner Sean tried not to stare at Vig's lips as they nipped at the food or as he spoke his mouth radiating a rich scent form the wine. Sean made small talk mesmerized by the other man's drawl, which was enlaced with Spanish idioms from time to time especially when he spoke about his team. When they finished he grabbed the bottle and got up. And while he was doing that he caught his mate glancing at the most well worn part of his black trousers. "Why don't we take this to the living room?" Viggo nodded, still entranced by the sight of the man before him.
When they finally sat at the comfy sofa in Sean's living room, Viggo could already feel little butterflies in his stomach.
He told himself not to act like a bloody teenager but Sean wasn't helping matters.
The sodding bastard chose to sit exactly next to him, bringing them into contact from shoulders to calves.
From this close Viggo could feel Sean's breathing on his face, his moves or shifts, and of course his unique scent, seemingly purring from him.
His answers at Sean's questions were only with a few words or just nods and winks, he could do nothing more.
And he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Sean's hand resting on his thigh.
He tried to calm down and not feel so tense, but his cock had other ideas and it hardened at once.
He had the mind to pray for Sean not to notice but he knew he was damned when the Brit's hand started moving upwards. Shit.
Sean ran his thumb towards the length of Vig's inner thigh, half turning his body to achieve a closer contact. His pulse drummed in his ears and he could feel his blood rush through his veins. Whatever Viggo was saying to cover the awkward silence, was lost in a deep firm kiss. At first Sean just pressed his lips and slowly parted his friend's lips demanding more space. If possible he wanted to steal his breath, make him quiver from the lust. Viggo responded to the impact but as his breath shorted out he grabbed Sean's arms and pushed him away partied their lips abruptly.
When Sean was kissing him , he knew he’d been kissed just the way everyone should be kissed. The sense of firm yet pliant lips moving against his own was becoming too much. His body was responding to senses that his mind rejected but still he was right there, falling under Sean's spell. And the more excited he got, the more he panicked. Once pushed away, Sean watched him understandingly. The bugger was doing this on purpose.
"What the hell are we doing Sean?"
"What do YOU think we're doing Viggo?" Sean mocked him, but his smile faded as he saw the look on his face.
Viggo was angry. With Sean, yes, but also with himself. How could he let himself go so far? Yet, at the same time he was craving for more. Much more. "I'm not stupid, Sean. But...why? Why me? Why now?"
Sean's eyes unconsciously widened in confusion. He didn't see that coming. Disappointment flew over him. He had sensed Viggo wanted this too, but he guessed he was wrong..."Viggo, I… I...We really should talk"
"We bloody well should!" he screamed back and even now he felt guilty for blaming it all on Sean. He enjoyed it and that was very clear evidence. The same evidence grew even harder at Sean's expression. The man was sexy even with that childish look on his face. And Viggo wanted to take that look away.
Sean felt a blush on his cheeks as he uttered his next words "Look, Vig… I know this is uncomfortable for you but… Since the first day you came on the set… I...I can't be rational...Everything is…-
The rest of the sentence was lost somewhere in Viggo's mouth. The brit didn't have the time to wonder what caused such a reaction, but the tongue pressing against his lips was too intimate to let him think. He opened immediately and Viggo didn't waste any time. This mouth was his to plunder. And plunder he did. He had never kissed a man before and he was becoming addicted to it. He wanted to taste every single inch of Sean's mouth, to hold the memory for ever. He pressed his body even closer but Sean's wasn't letting him win this sweet battle too. In no time Viggo found himself lying on his back on the couch, with Sean lowering his body over him and taking his mouth in another forceful kiss. Viggo felt his head spinning. Could anything else feel so damn good?
For a start, the firm grip on his buttocks. Sean lifted his shirt and slowly placed light kisses on his belly, tugging the crispy hair with his teeth. Viggo groaned and dipped his fingers in the soft blond hair, trying to retain a grip with reality. The other man fumbled with the buttons of the jean and finally gave more space to an impressive erection that leaked under a pair of blue boxers. He yanked down the fabric, and Viggo kicked it away, as he started humming on his balls.
Viggo himself couldn't believe how good it felt to have a man kneeling between his thighs, and the light suction on his balls made him writhe under Sean's attention. A soft moan escaped Sean's mouth, which vibrated through Viggo's body, and Viggo was sure he was *this* close to losing it. He tried to pull Sean's head just a few inches up, needed to feel that hot mouth wrapped around his cock, but the other man was reluctant. He let his fingers slightly massage Sean's scalp as the other man kept licking and sucking and nipping at his balls, till he felt a whole new amount of precome spurting from the slit of his neglected cock. His sweet groans filled the room. He wouldn't last long at that pace.
Sean felt his cheek wetted by the salty precome, and he looked up into his lover's eyes. Without thinking he leaned over and captured one of Vig's pink little nipples between his teeth, enjoying the little words that escaped his lips...
Viggo arched his back at the sensation and Sean followed him, refusing to let go. After nipping the erected peak a few more times, he traveled lower.
Viggo tried to catch the back of the sofa to brace himself as Sean traced his abs with his tongue and the length of his cock. Once he reached the tip of it, Sean sucked the little slit tasting him for the first time .And God, he tasted good...Viggo cursed in Spanish and yanked the pillow of the sofa as skilled lips engulfed him and his whole cock was deep in Sean' mouth… Every single moan that the younger man did spread shivers between his thighs and drove him crazy.
Damn, Sean was giving him the best head of his life! The fact that Sean was the same sex and happened to be one of his closest friends didn't matter right now. What truly mattered was those lips wrapped around him and sucking him as if taking life from the act itself. Vig wanted to move his hips and fuck that mouth till he screamed but Sean pinned him down and continued working Viggo's flesh.
"Oh my God, Sean...Feels so good...fuck..."
Sean smiled to himself, proud of himself for being the one to give Viggo such pleasure, and decided to take things a bit further. Just for a second, he withdrew his mouth from Viggo's constantly leaking cock and wet a finger. Resuming his ministrations on Viggo's flesh, he brought his finger against Viggo's entrance, not pushing inside, just lingering there and making small circles around the puckered flesh.
Vig jumped out of his flesh at the unusual sensation. No one had ever touched him right there before and it was...odd. He tried to push Sean's hands away but his tries brought no result as Sean increased the pressure of his finger and the suction on his cock. Sweat broke out all over his skin and his breathing was irregular.
"Fuck, Sean...Don't...Please..." But it was already too late.
Sean deep throated him again, pressing against his perineum with his fingers, driving Viggo over the edge.
"Oh, God! Mierda!"
The older man managed to pull his cock with a soft 'pop' from the Brit's mouth at the last moment and came hard, spurting his seed on Sean's face, his cheek, the corner of his nose, some of it running towards his lips.
Sean rested his forehead for a while on Vig's belly hearing his breath coming back to normal again. He rested his chin on the little half-moon tattoo that Viggo carried and whipped the cum off his lips with a flick of his tongue. Watching Viggo in his afterglow made him want to kiss him, and so he did, giving him a taste of their sweet junction. Closed eyes flipped open as soon as their lips touched and Viggo shoved him away breathing quickly again. Sean smiled at him but when he tried to fondle his hair Viggo pulled back dressed quickly not caring to hear Sean's soothing words, that everything was fine. "Fine my ass" he snarled and left the room banging the door behind him.
Authors: boro69,seanata
Beta: sophie_lover(thank you sooo much!)
Pairing: Vigbean
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warings: m/m sex,a bit angst
Disclaimer: Never happened!And how would we know if it did...?
Feedback: Would be much appreciated!
PART 2
Viggo arrived at exactly the agreed time outside Sean's house. He must have spent the last 10 minutes in the car, thinking of what he was supposed to say once he confronted the other man. Nothing seemed appropriate. Before he was late, he grabbed the bottle of Sean's fave wine he bought earlier that afternoon and headed for the doorstep. A precious amount of time was spent right there, at the brink of ringing the bell. Eventually, and after many many deep breaths, he pressed the button and waited for Sean to open the door. He heard footsteps coming from the inside and in a matter of seconds Sean was standing right in front of him, having this huge grin on his face that could make every single heart melt, along with his own.
"Hey" he said a bit shyly, without moving at all.
Sean stood in his dark kitchen watching the car parked in his driveway. A self-satisfactory smile dominated his face as Viggo slowly approached the front door. He noted that it took him some time to ring the bell and grinned. He wanted to keep Viggo on his toes...It would only make him sexier. After all they were both adults, and Sean thought it fair if he tortured him a little… Just a little… Just enough to make him crave for more… Take him where he wanted… He casually opened the door and wore his most innocent smile. Viggo stammered a "hey" and stood there frozen. Sean made way and half grinned: "Pass friend...".He couldn't but notice Vig's ass as he walked by, and he gathered all his self control to avoid pinching those cotton-clad firm buttocks...
Sean led them to the kitchen, where he was already cooking fish with cari. Viggo couldn't help but smile at the scent the whole kitchen had. Probably his friend knew every little detail about him, such as his favorite food, and he instantly wondered what other surprises Sean had in store for him. He placed the wine on the counter and took a seat at the table. They started an easy talk, about their children, football, their life back at their home and soon Viggo forgot all about his nervousness and was able to enjoy time with his mate again. At that point Sean had a brilliant idea of describing to Viggo how Sheffield lost the Championship last year and Viggo remained in silence for a little while.
It wasn't long since Viggo caught himself staring at his friend's every single move, watching him as he elegantly moved from one task to another, his back, his lean long legs that were perfectly shaped under the black jeans he wore tonight, his arse...Somewhere between Sean's monologue Viggo thought that he must be nuts for thinking that way about Sean. First of all he himself was straight. Full stop. End of story. Then why on earth was he shaking every time Sean laid his eyes on him? Why was he having a hard-on just by being at the same room with him? He even had dreams about Sean. Dreams that always left him dripping of sweat and rock-hard. He shook his head to kick those thoughts out of his mind and when he refocused on Sean, he was already serving the dinner.
During their dinner Sean tried not to stare at Vig's lips as they nipped at the food or as he spoke his mouth radiating a rich scent form the wine. Sean made small talk mesmerized by the other man's drawl, which was enlaced with Spanish idioms from time to time especially when he spoke about his team. When they finished he grabbed the bottle and got up. And while he was doing that he caught his mate glancing at the most well worn part of his black trousers. "Why don't we take this to the living room?" Viggo nodded, still entranced by the sight of the man before him.
When they finally sat at the comfy sofa in Sean's living room, Viggo could already feel little butterflies in his stomach.
He told himself not to act like a bloody teenager but Sean wasn't helping matters.
The sodding bastard chose to sit exactly next to him, bringing them into contact from shoulders to calves.
From this close Viggo could feel Sean's breathing on his face, his moves or shifts, and of course his unique scent, seemingly purring from him.
His answers at Sean's questions were only with a few words or just nods and winks, he could do nothing more.
And he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Sean's hand resting on his thigh.
He tried to calm down and not feel so tense, but his cock had other ideas and it hardened at once.
He had the mind to pray for Sean not to notice but he knew he was damned when the Brit's hand started moving upwards. Shit.
Sean ran his thumb towards the length of Vig's inner thigh, half turning his body to achieve a closer contact. His pulse drummed in his ears and he could feel his blood rush through his veins. Whatever Viggo was saying to cover the awkward silence, was lost in a deep firm kiss. At first Sean just pressed his lips and slowly parted his friend's lips demanding more space. If possible he wanted to steal his breath, make him quiver from the lust. Viggo responded to the impact but as his breath shorted out he grabbed Sean's arms and pushed him away partied their lips abruptly.
When Sean was kissing him , he knew he’d been kissed just the way everyone should be kissed. The sense of firm yet pliant lips moving against his own was becoming too much. His body was responding to senses that his mind rejected but still he was right there, falling under Sean's spell. And the more excited he got, the more he panicked. Once pushed away, Sean watched him understandingly. The bugger was doing this on purpose.
"What the hell are we doing Sean?"
"What do YOU think we're doing Viggo?" Sean mocked him, but his smile faded as he saw the look on his face.
Viggo was angry. With Sean, yes, but also with himself. How could he let himself go so far? Yet, at the same time he was craving for more. Much more. "I'm not stupid, Sean. But...why? Why me? Why now?"
Sean's eyes unconsciously widened in confusion. He didn't see that coming. Disappointment flew over him. He had sensed Viggo wanted this too, but he guessed he was wrong..."Viggo, I… I...We really should talk"
"We bloody well should!" he screamed back and even now he felt guilty for blaming it all on Sean. He enjoyed it and that was very clear evidence. The same evidence grew even harder at Sean's expression. The man was sexy even with that childish look on his face. And Viggo wanted to take that look away.
Sean felt a blush on his cheeks as he uttered his next words "Look, Vig… I know this is uncomfortable for you but… Since the first day you came on the set… I...I can't be rational...Everything is…-
The rest of the sentence was lost somewhere in Viggo's mouth. The brit didn't have the time to wonder what caused such a reaction, but the tongue pressing against his lips was too intimate to let him think. He opened immediately and Viggo didn't waste any time. This mouth was his to plunder. And plunder he did. He had never kissed a man before and he was becoming addicted to it. He wanted to taste every single inch of Sean's mouth, to hold the memory for ever. He pressed his body even closer but Sean's wasn't letting him win this sweet battle too. In no time Viggo found himself lying on his back on the couch, with Sean lowering his body over him and taking his mouth in another forceful kiss. Viggo felt his head spinning. Could anything else feel so damn good?
For a start, the firm grip on his buttocks. Sean lifted his shirt and slowly placed light kisses on his belly, tugging the crispy hair with his teeth. Viggo groaned and dipped his fingers in the soft blond hair, trying to retain a grip with reality. The other man fumbled with the buttons of the jean and finally gave more space to an impressive erection that leaked under a pair of blue boxers. He yanked down the fabric, and Viggo kicked it away, as he started humming on his balls.
Viggo himself couldn't believe how good it felt to have a man kneeling between his thighs, and the light suction on his balls made him writhe under Sean's attention. A soft moan escaped Sean's mouth, which vibrated through Viggo's body, and Viggo was sure he was *this* close to losing it. He tried to pull Sean's head just a few inches up, needed to feel that hot mouth wrapped around his cock, but the other man was reluctant. He let his fingers slightly massage Sean's scalp as the other man kept licking and sucking and nipping at his balls, till he felt a whole new amount of precome spurting from the slit of his neglected cock. His sweet groans filled the room. He wouldn't last long at that pace.
Sean felt his cheek wetted by the salty precome, and he looked up into his lover's eyes. Without thinking he leaned over and captured one of Vig's pink little nipples between his teeth, enjoying the little words that escaped his lips...
Viggo arched his back at the sensation and Sean followed him, refusing to let go. After nipping the erected peak a few more times, he traveled lower.
Viggo tried to catch the back of the sofa to brace himself as Sean traced his abs with his tongue and the length of his cock. Once he reached the tip of it, Sean sucked the little slit tasting him for the first time .And God, he tasted good...Viggo cursed in Spanish and yanked the pillow of the sofa as skilled lips engulfed him and his whole cock was deep in Sean' mouth… Every single moan that the younger man did spread shivers between his thighs and drove him crazy.
Damn, Sean was giving him the best head of his life! The fact that Sean was the same sex and happened to be one of his closest friends didn't matter right now. What truly mattered was those lips wrapped around him and sucking him as if taking life from the act itself. Vig wanted to move his hips and fuck that mouth till he screamed but Sean pinned him down and continued working Viggo's flesh.
"Oh my God, Sean...Feels so good...fuck..."
Sean smiled to himself, proud of himself for being the one to give Viggo such pleasure, and decided to take things a bit further. Just for a second, he withdrew his mouth from Viggo's constantly leaking cock and wet a finger. Resuming his ministrations on Viggo's flesh, he brought his finger against Viggo's entrance, not pushing inside, just lingering there and making small circles around the puckered flesh.
Vig jumped out of his flesh at the unusual sensation. No one had ever touched him right there before and it was...odd. He tried to push Sean's hands away but his tries brought no result as Sean increased the pressure of his finger and the suction on his cock. Sweat broke out all over his skin and his breathing was irregular.
"Fuck, Sean...Don't...Please..." But it was already too late.
Sean deep throated him again, pressing against his perineum with his fingers, driving Viggo over the edge.
"Oh, God! Mierda!"
The older man managed to pull his cock with a soft 'pop' from the Brit's mouth at the last moment and came hard, spurting his seed on Sean's face, his cheek, the corner of his nose, some of it running towards his lips.
Sean rested his forehead for a while on Vig's belly hearing his breath coming back to normal again. He rested his chin on the little half-moon tattoo that Viggo carried and whipped the cum off his lips with a flick of his tongue. Watching Viggo in his afterglow made him want to kiss him, and so he did, giving him a taste of their sweet junction. Closed eyes flipped open as soon as their lips touched and Viggo shoved him away breathing quickly again. Sean smiled at him but when he tried to fondle his hair Viggo pulled back dressed quickly not caring to hear Sean's soothing words, that everything was fine. "Fine my ass" he snarled and left the room banging the door behind him.