FIC:NARCOLEPTIC
Title: Narcoleptic(3/3)
Authors: boro69,seanata
Beta: Sweet sophie loverThank you soooo much!
Pairing: Vigbean
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: m/m sex,a bit angst
Summary: Vig seems to work things out...
Disclaimer: Never happened!And how would we know if it did?
Feedback: Would be much appreciated!
Viggo didn't bother to turn on the lights once he stepped in his house. It would do no good. He managed to reach the bedroom, without stepping on any of his scattered books and scripts and got rid of his clothes. Even those pieces of garment felt dirty on him. As quickly as he could he stepped in bathroom and just let the water fall on him. He didn't reach out for a soap or anything, all he needed right now was to clear his body, yes, but his mind too. Unconsciously, he stepped backwards towards the back wall and once he reached it, he let himself slip slowly to the floor, where he sat for long moments, knees pulled to his chest. Shame came crashing him down. Shame for what he did, for what he and Sean did to be specific.
Walking away like this in the middle of the night was one of the most awkward things he could have done. He felt guilty for behaving like a bloody adolescent. He wanted to turn back time and try to give some explanations to Sean and to himself.
The water was turning cold by now, and he stayed in the shower enough to erase all the trails of sweat, come and saliva that were left on his body from their earlier private activities. But the water could not erase his memory, And that was what hurt him most.
He couldn't believe that something so beautiful could make him feel repelled. Yes, it was beautiful,*they* were beautiful. He enjoyed it as much as he never imagined he could enjoy another man's mouth on him. He loved every second of it and that shocked him to the core. His cock was stirring even at the slight memory of Sean's lips on him, on that tongue doing magnificent things on his most intimate parts and he was damned if he wasn't going to feel that way again.
Taking a deep breath, he got up, turned off the water and got out the bathtub while reaching for a fluffy towel to dry himself. As he walked to the bedroom, he decided that this foolish "game" had to end soon, and *he* was going to end it.
* * *
Next day at the wardrobe-trailer, Sean could feel his head spin… He decided that Vodka and Scotch were not a pair he could beat. So after 3 aspirins and 300 naggings from PJ, he stood in the center of a new set. ‘Council of Elrond today’. While Peter stood next to him explaining the importance of the sequence, Viggo walked in, his eyes icy and stern. He couldn't help but stare at him, looking so solid and sure for himself as he strode in and took his sit next to Hugo, chatting about the scene, acting totally indifferent to Sean's presence. "Are you even listening to me Beano?!" Peter's yell broke his reverie and Orli's giggles made him flush. He glared at the stupid elf and decided to focus this time.
All the time during the rehearsals neither Viggo nor Sean dared to look each other in the eyes. Not even during the "You cannot wield it" line, Viggo decided to look his friend's chin, constantly avoiding an eye contact. Whatever tact Peter had was lost after a while. "What is the matter with you? Sean, I don't mind if you shag around and drink as long as you are OK in your job. And I have news for you: You are definitely not! And what the fuck is wrong with you Vig? Can't you just look his eyes!? They're not on his chin you know. Now, try that again." Sean felt exactly like he was a seven years old boy and his mom nagged him for kicking a glass door. And for the life of him he preferred the stitches to Elijah’s giggles, let alone Vig's indifferent glare.
After 3 hours of filming. PJ practically yelled "Ok, people that's a wrap. You're free to go…" Viggo bumped on him as he went by and Sean felt his anger rising. He ignored Liv's happy propose for a coffee afterwards and followed Viggo in their trailer, slamming the door.
Viggo looked stunned over his shoulder
"What the hell are you doing Sean?"
"Fine thank you very much!"
Sean's eyes grew in anger as he saw Vig's face look so indifferent, and Viggo could already distinguish the anger and the irony in Sean's voice. Well, that was expected anyway...
"Talk? I tried that yesterday… Didn't work at all..." Sean's expression changed a little as he watched Viggo. "Whatever...My place? Same time?"
Vig lowered his eyes and answered
"Ok, same time..." and with that he grabbed his bag and walked past Sean out of the Cuntebago.
* * *
This time there was no hesitation as far as Viggo was concerned. He still had some doubts about what the hell he was getting himself into, and surely he would regret it later, but he would regret it even more if he didn't talk things out with Sean and see where this whole "thing" was leading. In no time he was outside Sean's house and knocked on the door twice. No matter how nervous he was he needed to end this madness and end it quickly. Sean answered the door in what seemed like centuries to Vig and let him in without a word and looking at him with eyes full of doubt and anger. Ok... So, it was going to be this way? Fine, two could play that game...Taking his seat at the sofa he had become so familiar with a few hours ago, he stared at Sean back till the Brit came to seat at the table across him.
Vig had the essence that he was going to cock it up but the words came out quite fluently. 'ok, you can do it, you can do it' he told to himself.
"Look, Sean...First of all I wanna say I'm sorry for how I acted today on set, it was a huge mistake to just pretend that everything is ok...It was difficult for me too..."
He stayed perfectly still for a moment, examining the other man's expression, which unfortunately hasn't changed since he stepped in the house and was ice-cold. "And of course I'm sorry I left like that yesterday..." Too many apologies, he distinctly thought...
"You're sorry? For God's sake Mortensen! We're grown up adults! At least I am..." Sean crossed his arms and straightened his back. "Well, I should have known..."He said cockily
Ok, such an aggressive tone was expected, but the irony? He wasn't sure he could cope with that!
"Should have known what, Bean?" he said emphasizing the surname, mocking the other man.
Sean raised an eyebrow at Vig's words and replied lightly "That you're a bloody coward that can't even take his own responsibilities..."
"And you know what? It was a mistake. YOU were a mistake. You talk about feelings, yet you have none! You are-"
Vig never heard what he really was, cause his fist was already moving towards Sean's chin, as if moving on autopilot. He took in what he did only when a huge red spot started making itself visible on Sean's right chin and cheek. Bastard. He probably deserved it.
"Fuck you Sean!" Vig said on the top of his voice and rising to his feet, stepping quickly towards the door "You are no better, ya know that? Did you even think for a second what this whole thing is doing to me?"
"To you!? Yer bloody fucker!" Performing a Sharpe-like jump Sean grabbed Viggo's t-shirt and tipped them both on the floor. His right hand quickly remembered his boxing days and with a fierce direct he made Viggo see stars.
Sean could be the strongest of them, he just proved that, but he was never a tact man and Vig knew that. He tried to avoid Sean's blows, as best as he could, he himself returned a few, at the other man's stomach. There were making quite a picture, wrestling around like 10 year-old boys. He let Sean beat him again and again, his body promised him hell already, and when he felt the other man getting tired and his blows coming with no such strength, he flipped them over and straddled the other man, pinning his fists over his head.
Both sea-blue and emerald-green eyes were alight in anger and something more…
Sweat was seemingly purring from both bodies, the tension was still there, breaths coming out through greeted teeth and suddenly Vig didn't want to just hit anymore.
He wanted to touch and feel and caress the body under him. But he had to be sure this time. He didn't want to make the same mistakes.
Never taking his eyes from Sean's, he leaned forward, just a bit and let his hips move a bit upwards. And right there, a growing erection met his own.
Ha, he knew it! He knew this whole fighting thing would turn the other man as much as it turned him on.
Sean flinched as Viggo touched his groin. His hands pinned down, he felt Viggo humming his neck, licking the blood away from his lips. He nipped greedily Viggo's hand and freed his arms with a slow move, placing them on the firm chest in front of him. He pulled Viggo closer for a hungry kiss, and was glad to feel his response. Suddenly all the anger turned into something stronger. Passion, lust… Whatever it was it made him want, to devour Viggo. Consume him with all his senses; smelling him, tasting him, hearing his moans, touching his naked skin, throwing away his faded t-shirt.
For a second they held still and Sean found the sanity to nod Viggo into the bedroom. Viggo kneeled to get up and Sean held his hand till they reached the bedroom. As two warm hands folded around him, Sean turned to his heels and saw the battered face of his friend. He smiled and pulled him closer for another kiss, this time his hands roaming the tight flesh of his buttocks, till he caught something hard in Viggo's back-pocket. He dipped his hand in the pocket and fished out a little bottle. Reading the tag of it, was a big surprise.
Viggo rested nervously firstly on one and then the other hip, as Sean examined the small package of lube he carried with him that night. At the other man's raised eyebrow all he could do was smile and pull Sean closer, nuzzling his neck and leaving soft kisses along his collar-bone
"I hoped we could make something out of our...conversation tonight" he said, letting the words vibrate through Sean's sweaty skin.
Sean smiled even wider, and dragged Vig with him towards the bed. Soon, they fell on it in a tangle of hands and legs and lips. Sean was now on top of Viggo but every little trace of fighting for dominance was long since gone. They lost themselves in another slow-drugging kiss, that let them both gasp for air moments later. Viggo brought his hand on Sean's face, tracing his rough lines with his fingers, as if to save them in his memory for the rest of his life.
"I can't believe this is happening..." he whispered as if to himself and loud enough for only Sean to hear.
Sean didn't answer. He just kissed gently the other man soothing him with slow caresses on his hair.
He slipped to the side half turning Viggo away. He eased his pants down and helped Viggo do the same, leaving him totally exposed to the light air that made his skin itchy. He started tracing slowly each muscle of his back with his tongue, each time enjoying the bolts that Vig's moans sent down his cock.
Viggo rested his head on his hands, and closed his eyes. He could swear he had never felt anything like that... Sean's tongue felt like fire wherever it touched and the chilly air that accompanied every trail of tongue, every kiss and nipping resulted at his hair rising. He couldn't smother the moans that escaped his mouth when Sean's head dipped even lower and felt two strong hands touching his arse tenderly, and then with a little more pressure, Sean opened the two spheres.
Viggo felt completely exposed and vulnerable, and tightened his grip on the sheets. His breath quickened as he waited for what he knew was next. He didn't have any previous sexual experience with men but he knew theoretically what they were supposed to do. And it definitely contained fingers. He gasped loudly when, instead of fingers, he felt Sean's hot breath against his till now unused hole.
His eyes flew open, just to close again at the sensation of that first lick that drove him crazy and made him writhe under Sean. It was like nothing he had ever felt...it was magical. He never thought he could enjoy such an action. But, oh, he did! Sean slowly circled his hole with his tongue, and then started a tender nipping, treating it almost like a mouth. He smiled smugly at Viggo's reactions and decided to step things up a bit. Putting more pressure, he slowly entered Viggo with his tongue, just a few inches and pulled it out again. Without giving any time for Vig to come down, he repeated the action, this time driving his tongue. Again, and again, each time deeper than the previous one and it wasn't long until Vig ended up a quivering wreck on the bed, begging Sean not to stop. Never to stop.
Sean enjoyed that feeling of control he had upon Viggo. He knew that neither of them could last anymore, and decided to take some action. He got on his knees and rummaged through his clothes to find that little green package. He carefully rolled on a condom and lubricated his hands with the little strawberry scented bottle. Viggo gasped for air as a finger penetrated him, fighting off his muscles as it tried to get deeper. "Relax now, Vig…" Sean said the words slowly and soothingly. He knew that pain… He had felt it many times before, and he also knew that it could not shade the pleasure that the follow-ups would bring. He inserted another finger and started curling them, smoothly caressing the little tissue, that made Viggo jump slightly. His cock would not let him think properly.
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of a slick hard cock. He saw Viggo burying his head in the dampened pillow, muting his groans of pain. He began the slow slide into Viggo's channel, rocking his hips back and forth, in the middle of that first, long slide. Sean just kept on pushing, till he was fully in. He stayed there giving Viggo a few moments to adjust to his size. His hands came to sweet caress on Viggo's back, to match the kisses he so greedily asked.
Viggo forced himself to relax and take all Sean had to offer. The stinging, almost ripping pain was right now too much, but he counted on Sean's experience to make him feel better. After a few deep breaths, he nodded to let Sean take his queue. The Brit grabbed Viggo by the hips and began moving back and forth, not as roughly as he'd like, he would never inflict such pain on Viggo, but strongly enough to let him know he *is* here, this *is* happening. The first few thrusts were anything but pleasant for Vig but suddenly Sean changed the angle and hit that spot inside him that made him see stars once again .They both moaned at the first contact of cock against prostate and Vigo knew they were both too close to hold back now.
He now moved his hips too, trying to match Sean's thrusts. Sean was lost at the sensation of that hot channel dragging him in, of that heat enclosing him. He couldn't even remember when the last time he was inside something so hot and tight . Feeling his orgasm building, he raised Viggo on hands and knees and started thrusting for all he was worth it. They both swore in unison as Sean buried his cock deeper and deeper, eliciting the most arousing sounds from the other man, who had now grabbed the headboard to retain himself from losing balance dew to Sean's hard thrusts.
Sean could feel that they could not hold back any longer. He took Viggo's leaking cock in his hand fisting it in unison to his thrusts. Soon he felt hot seed burning his hands and his own climax hit him, as he moaned his lover's name. It took him a few seconds to open his eyes again and let himself drop on top of Viggo, not bothering to pull out his cock.
They lay there still, till Viggo nudged him slightly, and he rolled to his back to give each other some space to breathe.
He turned to see Viggo, the blue eyes in front of him, full of a silent request. He knew what they both wanted right now; he spread his arms and took Viggo in a sweet embrace, raining his face with kisses and finishing with an almost haste nipping of his swollen lips. Sean threaded his fingers threw Viggo’s hair, caressing the soft skin of his back with his free hand and nudging him to come closer.
Viggo slipped his face in Sean's neck and fell asleep, lulled by the steady heartbeat of his first male lover.
* * *
Next morning Viggo woke up a few hours before the wake-up call. He slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the sun light coming through the window. The body next to him moved slightly and pulled him closer again. When Vig didn't respond, Sean opened his eyes too, a bit worried. An evil idea dawned on Vig. He took on his serious expression again.
"Vig, you ok mate?" Sean asked worried.
Great. It worked! Without taking his eyes from the floor, he disengaged himself from Sean's embrace and got up from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
"I was thinking of taking a shower..." and without being able to hold this face for long, he turned smiling to Sean
"Care to join me?"
Sean returned the smile and said "I've created a monster..." before following him in the bathroom.
Authors: boro69,seanata
Beta: Sweet sophie loverThank you soooo much!
Pairing: Vigbean
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: m/m sex,a bit angst
Summary: Vig seems to work things out...
Disclaimer: Never happened!And how would we know if it did?
Feedback: Would be much appreciated!
Viggo didn't bother to turn on the lights once he stepped in his house. It would do no good. He managed to reach the bedroom, without stepping on any of his scattered books and scripts and got rid of his clothes. Even those pieces of garment felt dirty on him. As quickly as he could he stepped in bathroom and just let the water fall on him. He didn't reach out for a soap or anything, all he needed right now was to clear his body, yes, but his mind too. Unconsciously, he stepped backwards towards the back wall and once he reached it, he let himself slip slowly to the floor, where he sat for long moments, knees pulled to his chest. Shame came crashing him down. Shame for what he did, for what he and Sean did to be specific.
Walking away like this in the middle of the night was one of the most awkward things he could have done. He felt guilty for behaving like a bloody adolescent. He wanted to turn back time and try to give some explanations to Sean and to himself.
The water was turning cold by now, and he stayed in the shower enough to erase all the trails of sweat, come and saliva that were left on his body from their earlier private activities. But the water could not erase his memory, And that was what hurt him most.
He couldn't believe that something so beautiful could make him feel repelled. Yes, it was beautiful,*they* were beautiful. He enjoyed it as much as he never imagined he could enjoy another man's mouth on him. He loved every second of it and that shocked him to the core. His cock was stirring even at the slight memory of Sean's lips on him, on that tongue doing magnificent things on his most intimate parts and he was damned if he wasn't going to feel that way again.
Taking a deep breath, he got up, turned off the water and got out the bathtub while reaching for a fluffy towel to dry himself. As he walked to the bedroom, he decided that this foolish "game" had to end soon, and *he* was going to end it.
* * *
Next day at the wardrobe-trailer, Sean could feel his head spin… He decided that Vodka and Scotch were not a pair he could beat. So after 3 aspirins and 300 naggings from PJ, he stood in the center of a new set. ‘Council of Elrond today’. While Peter stood next to him explaining the importance of the sequence, Viggo walked in, his eyes icy and stern. He couldn't help but stare at him, looking so solid and sure for himself as he strode in and took his sit next to Hugo, chatting about the scene, acting totally indifferent to Sean's presence. "Are you even listening to me Beano?!" Peter's yell broke his reverie and Orli's giggles made him flush. He glared at the stupid elf and decided to focus this time.
All the time during the rehearsals neither Viggo nor Sean dared to look each other in the eyes. Not even during the "You cannot wield it" line, Viggo decided to look his friend's chin, constantly avoiding an eye contact. Whatever tact Peter had was lost after a while. "What is the matter with you? Sean, I don't mind if you shag around and drink as long as you are OK in your job. And I have news for you: You are definitely not! And what the fuck is wrong with you Vig? Can't you just look his eyes!? They're not on his chin you know. Now, try that again." Sean felt exactly like he was a seven years old boy and his mom nagged him for kicking a glass door. And for the life of him he preferred the stitches to Elijah’s giggles, let alone Vig's indifferent glare.
After 3 hours of filming. PJ practically yelled "Ok, people that's a wrap. You're free to go…" Viggo bumped on him as he went by and Sean felt his anger rising. He ignored Liv's happy propose for a coffee afterwards and followed Viggo in their trailer, slamming the door.
Viggo looked stunned over his shoulder
"What the hell are you doing Sean?"
"Fine thank you very much!"
Sean's eyes grew in anger as he saw Vig's face look so indifferent, and Viggo could already distinguish the anger and the irony in Sean's voice. Well, that was expected anyway...
"Talk? I tried that yesterday… Didn't work at all..." Sean's expression changed a little as he watched Viggo. "Whatever...My place? Same time?"
Vig lowered his eyes and answered
"Ok, same time..." and with that he grabbed his bag and walked past Sean out of the Cuntebago.
* * *
This time there was no hesitation as far as Viggo was concerned. He still had some doubts about what the hell he was getting himself into, and surely he would regret it later, but he would regret it even more if he didn't talk things out with Sean and see where this whole "thing" was leading. In no time he was outside Sean's house and knocked on the door twice. No matter how nervous he was he needed to end this madness and end it quickly. Sean answered the door in what seemed like centuries to Vig and let him in without a word and looking at him with eyes full of doubt and anger. Ok... So, it was going to be this way? Fine, two could play that game...Taking his seat at the sofa he had become so familiar with a few hours ago, he stared at Sean back till the Brit came to seat at the table across him.
Vig had the essence that he was going to cock it up but the words came out quite fluently. 'ok, you can do it, you can do it' he told to himself.
"Look, Sean...First of all I wanna say I'm sorry for how I acted today on set, it was a huge mistake to just pretend that everything is ok...It was difficult for me too..."
He stayed perfectly still for a moment, examining the other man's expression, which unfortunately hasn't changed since he stepped in the house and was ice-cold. "And of course I'm sorry I left like that yesterday..." Too many apologies, he distinctly thought...
"You're sorry? For God's sake Mortensen! We're grown up adults! At least I am..." Sean crossed his arms and straightened his back. "Well, I should have known..."He said cockily
Ok, such an aggressive tone was expected, but the irony? He wasn't sure he could cope with that!
"Should have known what, Bean?" he said emphasizing the surname, mocking the other man.
Sean raised an eyebrow at Vig's words and replied lightly "That you're a bloody coward that can't even take his own responsibilities..."
"And you know what? It was a mistake. YOU were a mistake. You talk about feelings, yet you have none! You are-"
Vig never heard what he really was, cause his fist was already moving towards Sean's chin, as if moving on autopilot. He took in what he did only when a huge red spot started making itself visible on Sean's right chin and cheek. Bastard. He probably deserved it.
"Fuck you Sean!" Vig said on the top of his voice and rising to his feet, stepping quickly towards the door "You are no better, ya know that? Did you even think for a second what this whole thing is doing to me?"
"To you!? Yer bloody fucker!" Performing a Sharpe-like jump Sean grabbed Viggo's t-shirt and tipped them both on the floor. His right hand quickly remembered his boxing days and with a fierce direct he made Viggo see stars.
Sean could be the strongest of them, he just proved that, but he was never a tact man and Vig knew that. He tried to avoid Sean's blows, as best as he could, he himself returned a few, at the other man's stomach. There were making quite a picture, wrestling around like 10 year-old boys. He let Sean beat him again and again, his body promised him hell already, and when he felt the other man getting tired and his blows coming with no such strength, he flipped them over and straddled the other man, pinning his fists over his head.
Both sea-blue and emerald-green eyes were alight in anger and something more…
Sweat was seemingly purring from both bodies, the tension was still there, breaths coming out through greeted teeth and suddenly Vig didn't want to just hit anymore.
He wanted to touch and feel and caress the body under him. But he had to be sure this time. He didn't want to make the same mistakes.
Never taking his eyes from Sean's, he leaned forward, just a bit and let his hips move a bit upwards. And right there, a growing erection met his own.
Ha, he knew it! He knew this whole fighting thing would turn the other man as much as it turned him on.
Sean flinched as Viggo touched his groin. His hands pinned down, he felt Viggo humming his neck, licking the blood away from his lips. He nipped greedily Viggo's hand and freed his arms with a slow move, placing them on the firm chest in front of him. He pulled Viggo closer for a hungry kiss, and was glad to feel his response. Suddenly all the anger turned into something stronger. Passion, lust… Whatever it was it made him want, to devour Viggo. Consume him with all his senses; smelling him, tasting him, hearing his moans, touching his naked skin, throwing away his faded t-shirt.
For a second they held still and Sean found the sanity to nod Viggo into the bedroom. Viggo kneeled to get up and Sean held his hand till they reached the bedroom. As two warm hands folded around him, Sean turned to his heels and saw the battered face of his friend. He smiled and pulled him closer for another kiss, this time his hands roaming the tight flesh of his buttocks, till he caught something hard in Viggo's back-pocket. He dipped his hand in the pocket and fished out a little bottle. Reading the tag of it, was a big surprise.
Viggo rested nervously firstly on one and then the other hip, as Sean examined the small package of lube he carried with him that night. At the other man's raised eyebrow all he could do was smile and pull Sean closer, nuzzling his neck and leaving soft kisses along his collar-bone
"I hoped we could make something out of our...conversation tonight" he said, letting the words vibrate through Sean's sweaty skin.
Sean smiled even wider, and dragged Vig with him towards the bed. Soon, they fell on it in a tangle of hands and legs and lips. Sean was now on top of Viggo but every little trace of fighting for dominance was long since gone. They lost themselves in another slow-drugging kiss, that let them both gasp for air moments later. Viggo brought his hand on Sean's face, tracing his rough lines with his fingers, as if to save them in his memory for the rest of his life.
"I can't believe this is happening..." he whispered as if to himself and loud enough for only Sean to hear.
Sean didn't answer. He just kissed gently the other man soothing him with slow caresses on his hair.
He slipped to the side half turning Viggo away. He eased his pants down and helped Viggo do the same, leaving him totally exposed to the light air that made his skin itchy. He started tracing slowly each muscle of his back with his tongue, each time enjoying the bolts that Vig's moans sent down his cock.
Viggo rested his head on his hands, and closed his eyes. He could swear he had never felt anything like that... Sean's tongue felt like fire wherever it touched and the chilly air that accompanied every trail of tongue, every kiss and nipping resulted at his hair rising. He couldn't smother the moans that escaped his mouth when Sean's head dipped even lower and felt two strong hands touching his arse tenderly, and then with a little more pressure, Sean opened the two spheres.
Viggo felt completely exposed and vulnerable, and tightened his grip on the sheets. His breath quickened as he waited for what he knew was next. He didn't have any previous sexual experience with men but he knew theoretically what they were supposed to do. And it definitely contained fingers. He gasped loudly when, instead of fingers, he felt Sean's hot breath against his till now unused hole.
His eyes flew open, just to close again at the sensation of that first lick that drove him crazy and made him writhe under Sean. It was like nothing he had ever felt...it was magical. He never thought he could enjoy such an action. But, oh, he did! Sean slowly circled his hole with his tongue, and then started a tender nipping, treating it almost like a mouth. He smiled smugly at Viggo's reactions and decided to step things up a bit. Putting more pressure, he slowly entered Viggo with his tongue, just a few inches and pulled it out again. Without giving any time for Vig to come down, he repeated the action, this time driving his tongue. Again, and again, each time deeper than the previous one and it wasn't long until Vig ended up a quivering wreck on the bed, begging Sean not to stop. Never to stop.
Sean enjoyed that feeling of control he had upon Viggo. He knew that neither of them could last anymore, and decided to take some action. He got on his knees and rummaged through his clothes to find that little green package. He carefully rolled on a condom and lubricated his hands with the little strawberry scented bottle. Viggo gasped for air as a finger penetrated him, fighting off his muscles as it tried to get deeper. "Relax now, Vig…" Sean said the words slowly and soothingly. He knew that pain… He had felt it many times before, and he also knew that it could not shade the pleasure that the follow-ups would bring. He inserted another finger and started curling them, smoothly caressing the little tissue, that made Viggo jump slightly. His cock would not let him think properly.
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of a slick hard cock. He saw Viggo burying his head in the dampened pillow, muting his groans of pain. He began the slow slide into Viggo's channel, rocking his hips back and forth, in the middle of that first, long slide. Sean just kept on pushing, till he was fully in. He stayed there giving Viggo a few moments to adjust to his size. His hands came to sweet caress on Viggo's back, to match the kisses he so greedily asked.
Viggo forced himself to relax and take all Sean had to offer. The stinging, almost ripping pain was right now too much, but he counted on Sean's experience to make him feel better. After a few deep breaths, he nodded to let Sean take his queue. The Brit grabbed Viggo by the hips and began moving back and forth, not as roughly as he'd like, he would never inflict such pain on Viggo, but strongly enough to let him know he *is* here, this *is* happening. The first few thrusts were anything but pleasant for Vig but suddenly Sean changed the angle and hit that spot inside him that made him see stars once again .They both moaned at the first contact of cock against prostate and Vigo knew they were both too close to hold back now.
He now moved his hips too, trying to match Sean's thrusts. Sean was lost at the sensation of that hot channel dragging him in, of that heat enclosing him. He couldn't even remember when the last time he was inside something so hot and tight . Feeling his orgasm building, he raised Viggo on hands and knees and started thrusting for all he was worth it. They both swore in unison as Sean buried his cock deeper and deeper, eliciting the most arousing sounds from the other man, who had now grabbed the headboard to retain himself from losing balance dew to Sean's hard thrusts.
Sean could feel that they could not hold back any longer. He took Viggo's leaking cock in his hand fisting it in unison to his thrusts. Soon he felt hot seed burning his hands and his own climax hit him, as he moaned his lover's name. It took him a few seconds to open his eyes again and let himself drop on top of Viggo, not bothering to pull out his cock.
They lay there still, till Viggo nudged him slightly, and he rolled to his back to give each other some space to breathe.
He turned to see Viggo, the blue eyes in front of him, full of a silent request. He knew what they both wanted right now; he spread his arms and took Viggo in a sweet embrace, raining his face with kisses and finishing with an almost haste nipping of his swollen lips. Sean threaded his fingers threw Viggo’s hair, caressing the soft skin of his back with his free hand and nudging him to come closer.
Viggo slipped his face in Sean's neck and fell asleep, lulled by the steady heartbeat of his first male lover.
* * *
Next morning Viggo woke up a few hours before the wake-up call. He slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the sun light coming through the window. The body next to him moved slightly and pulled him closer again. When Vig didn't respond, Sean opened his eyes too, a bit worried. An evil idea dawned on Vig. He took on his serious expression again.
"Vig, you ok mate?" Sean asked worried.
Great. It worked! Without taking his eyes from the floor, he disengaged himself from Sean's embrace and got up from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
"I was thinking of taking a shower..." and without being able to hold this face for long, he turned smiling to Sean
"Care to join me?"
Sean returned the smile and said "I've created a monster..." before following him in the bathroom.