Viggo's Little Fool
Title: Viggo's Little Fool
Pairing: Monatesen (the under-circulated name for Dom/Viggo)
Rating: NC-17 GIVE MY COOKIES!
Info: First ever graphic, damn chuffed with myself. A sequel in the making!
Dom strode anxiously around the room, checking his watch twitchily from time to time. He had called Viggo twenty minutes ago and he still was not there. He walked to the window and yanked up the blind, almost snapping the cord right off. Traffic stretched angrily away up the road and into the pale red distance. “Oh bloody hell, come on Vig!”
He supposed he should count himself lucky that the man he needed to speak to so urgently only lived ten blocks away, not across an ocean like the majority of his friends. He began to go over what he was going to say, muttering to himself. Viggo had been so calm and composed, made it seem so very easy. Nuts to that, this was the hardest thing Dom had ever had to do. Potential rejection had never been so terrifying. When Dom’s panic was teetering on the verge of hyperventilation the intercom buzzed. Snatching the phone from its hook on the wall he murmured into it.
“Viggo? Vig, that you?” Great, sound a little more desperate Monaghan, he reprimanded himself.
“Yeah, hey man. Lemme up, freezing my balls off down here.”
“Sure.” Replied Dom despondently, stabbing the button with a silver-banded middle finger.
Grabbing two beers from the fridge, he waited for Viggo to climb the seven flights of stairs to his flat, or ‘apartment’. Shouldn’t take long, he observed, not with those long muscular legs of his… Dom banged his head on the corner of the chilled white door and gave a wordless yell of frustration and disgust at the macabre events he was creating inside his sick head, at poor Viggo’s expense.
A soft tap on the door brought him out of the little self-harming session (if whacking yourself with a big blunt kitchen object counts) and he left the room slowly, forcing himself quite viciously to calm down.
“Hey.” Viggo grinned and walked past Dom, through to the open-plan kitchen and picking up one of the Carlsberg’s. “So what was so urgent? You sounded pretty wrenched on the phone.” He remarked, collapsing onto the massive green beanbag sofa that dominated the living room.
“Uh, yeah.” Said Dom pointlessly, remaining on the other side of the room, leaning against the doorframe. Viggo stared for a moment.
“Spit it out.”
“Uh…” Dom continued to dither. “Well, when you, you know, came out…” He could tell from his friends expression that this was the last subject he would have thought of. Clearing his throat, he continued. “Well, who’d you tell first?” You moron. All he wanted to was tell him, why was he coming up with this rubbish? All he had to do was open his mouth and say ‘I’m totally crazy in love with you and want you to fuck my brains out!’. Not… particularly difficult. Viggo did not seem taken aback, but pondered for a moment.
“Well… You.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, at Mussos’, remember?” Of course he did, the day at Musso and Frank’s, his favourite New York haunt, the day that (unappreciated though it was at the time), would alter his life rather drastically.
Viggo was still watching him expectantly, naturally wondering where Dom was going with this, in his roundabout little way. Now or never, Dom encouraged himself. Take the damn plunge. “You’d want me to return the favour, right?” He winced. Bad choice of phrase.
“Uh?”
“You’d want me to do the same for you?” Viggo’s brow creased, then disappeared into his hairline as the penny dropped with a resounding clang.
“You’re…?” Dom nodded miserably. Viggo came quickly towards him and hugged him. “Don’t really know what to say. If you’re happy with yourself, I’m glad.” Dom smiled gratefully up at the taller man. Then those unsuitable urges rose in his midriff once again and he let go.
“Odds are better then before, but still.” Muttered Viggo to himself.
“What Dom?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Go on…” Said Dom playfully.
“There’s just this thing, I thought there would never even be a chance, but that’s different now.” Dom stared. Surely not. It couldn’t be that after coming clean it turned out Viggo had returned the feeling all along? It finally occurred to him that he should look away. No, let him do it. But Viggo did not. Neither did.
Viggo moved forwards quite suddenly and put his hand on the wall, near Dom’s head. The light switch. In the sudden darkness Dom felt himself being pushed back against the wall, large hands tugging at his shirt buttons, slow but heavy breathing close to his face. Viggo kissed him hungrily, obviously fulfilling a need he had harboured for a long time. Dom’s hands found their way into Viggo’s back pockets after hastily removing the vest that had covered them, the other man’s hands now sliding Dom’s shirt down his arms as he lowered his head to kiss the perfect neck and taut shoulders.
Dom then became aware that he was aching under the straining fly of his jeans, but first pushed his fingers into Viggo’s waistband the pop the button and let them slip down to the floor, where they were kicked away. He in turn relieved Dom of his discomfort, letting his hand linger over his now full erection, touching it only briefly, making him wait.
“Uh… Please!” Dom pushed himself at Viggo’s hand, but he lifted it away and realised something bad; it was unlikely that Dom would have rushed out and bought a bottle the moment he found he swung that way. He felt bad not telling Dom, as he knew from experience that it stung like hell. But it would have really killed the moment, so something else in the vicinity would have to do.
He thought hard, not an easy task while Dom was being rather feisty and distracting, pulling his rams around his arse to bring him nearer, and biting gently on his collar bone. Then he remembered the beer! Dom had had a beer in his hands a few minutes earlier. He broke away (without a word Dom made it clear that he did not like this at all) and knelt, feeling across the carpet around them for the renegade bottle. There it was, cold and smooth beneath his fingertips.
He straightened up and, feeling he needed a reason for his actions that took to explanation, he tilted it towards Dom’s mouth, who tipped his head back and let it pour down his chin and chest, sticking his tongue out lasciviously and grinning. A lot of the liquid had spilt on the floor when Dom dropped it so Viggo made sure he kept enough for the more important purpose then an external aphrodisiac.
Once Dom had been sufficiently ‘cleaned’ (and Viggo’s tongue was pretty tired) he turned him to face the wall and yanked both their boxers down, taking a huge swig of the remaining beer and swilling it in his mouth, mixing it with as much spit as possible. Note to self, he thought as he spat the horrible stuff into his hand, buy Dom lube first thing tomorrow. He knew this was no substitute at all. Oh well, the price we pay.
He brought his hands around an got a tight grip on Dom’s thigh’s, pulling them apart, and pressing his whole sweating body to him. He began slowly, gently, easing into him with some skill. Dom brought his arms up and grabbed Viggo’s long hair, bringing his head closer until his forehead rested beside his on the wall. As he went deeper, Dom began to moan, to Viggo such and unbelievably sexy sound that he forgot all need to be gentle and began faster, rhythmic thrusts.
He neared half way and Dom gave a small protest of pain, squirming under Viggo’s still harsh grip. But Viggo just put his lips to the ear not pressed to the wall and whispered soothing sounds, mixed with his lover’s name.
“Almost…almost…uh, Dom, Dom! Dom!”
“Viggo…oh, oh… God YES!”
Then, with a final pound, white stars exploded behind Viggo’s eyelids and he felt Dom spasm around him as he came. His muscles contracted and finally loosened and he could do nothing but make heaving, gasping breaths into Dom’s hair.
He moved out, Dom whimpering very faintly before allowing himself to be led to his own room, where they slid beneath the light covers.
Viggo pulled Dom towards him and wiped his recently wetted stomach with a corner of the sheet. Dom put his hands on that bronzed, broad chest and nuzzled in, feeling truly comfortable for the first time in his life. He was at last getting the safe feeling he craved, unlike the usual woman who would bury her face on him, be looked after by him. Apart from anything else, that was why Dom needed someone larger, stronger then he.
“I love you.” Viggo smiled and raised his head to look into that sweet, sexy little face. Then he took him warmly in his arms and place a gentle kiss on the forehead of his sweet, sexy little fool.
Pairing: Monatesen (the under-circulated name for Dom/Viggo)
Rating: NC-17 GIVE MY COOKIES!
Info: First ever graphic, damn chuffed with myself. A sequel in the making!
Dom strode anxiously around the room, checking his watch twitchily from time to time. He had called Viggo twenty minutes ago and he still was not there. He walked to the window and yanked up the blind, almost snapping the cord right off. Traffic stretched angrily away up the road and into the pale red distance. “Oh bloody hell, come on Vig!”
He supposed he should count himself lucky that the man he needed to speak to so urgently only lived ten blocks away, not across an ocean like the majority of his friends. He began to go over what he was going to say, muttering to himself. Viggo had been so calm and composed, made it seem so very easy. Nuts to that, this was the hardest thing Dom had ever had to do. Potential rejection had never been so terrifying. When Dom’s panic was teetering on the verge of hyperventilation the intercom buzzed. Snatching the phone from its hook on the wall he murmured into it.
“Viggo? Vig, that you?” Great, sound a little more desperate Monaghan, he reprimanded himself.
“Yeah, hey man. Lemme up, freezing my balls off down here.”
“Sure.” Replied Dom despondently, stabbing the button with a silver-banded middle finger.
Grabbing two beers from the fridge, he waited for Viggo to climb the seven flights of stairs to his flat, or ‘apartment’. Shouldn’t take long, he observed, not with those long muscular legs of his… Dom banged his head on the corner of the chilled white door and gave a wordless yell of frustration and disgust at the macabre events he was creating inside his sick head, at poor Viggo’s expense.
A soft tap on the door brought him out of the little self-harming session (if whacking yourself with a big blunt kitchen object counts) and he left the room slowly, forcing himself quite viciously to calm down.
“Hey.” Viggo grinned and walked past Dom, through to the open-plan kitchen and picking up one of the Carlsberg’s. “So what was so urgent? You sounded pretty wrenched on the phone.” He remarked, collapsing onto the massive green beanbag sofa that dominated the living room.
“Uh, yeah.” Said Dom pointlessly, remaining on the other side of the room, leaning against the doorframe. Viggo stared for a moment.
“Spit it out.”
“Uh…” Dom continued to dither. “Well, when you, you know, came out…” He could tell from his friends expression that this was the last subject he would have thought of. Clearing his throat, he continued. “Well, who’d you tell first?” You moron. All he wanted to was tell him, why was he coming up with this rubbish? All he had to do was open his mouth and say ‘I’m totally crazy in love with you and want you to fuck my brains out!’. Not… particularly difficult. Viggo did not seem taken aback, but pondered for a moment.
“Well… You.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, at Mussos’, remember?” Of course he did, the day at Musso and Frank’s, his favourite New York haunt, the day that (unappreciated though it was at the time), would alter his life rather drastically.
Viggo was still watching him expectantly, naturally wondering where Dom was going with this, in his roundabout little way. Now or never, Dom encouraged himself. Take the damn plunge. “You’d want me to return the favour, right?” He winced. Bad choice of phrase.
“Uh?”
“You’d want me to do the same for you?” Viggo’s brow creased, then disappeared into his hairline as the penny dropped with a resounding clang.
“You’re…?” Dom nodded miserably. Viggo came quickly towards him and hugged him. “Don’t really know what to say. If you’re happy with yourself, I’m glad.” Dom smiled gratefully up at the taller man. Then those unsuitable urges rose in his midriff once again and he let go.
“Odds are better then before, but still.” Muttered Viggo to himself.
“What Dom?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Go on…” Said Dom playfully.
“There’s just this thing, I thought there would never even be a chance, but that’s different now.” Dom stared. Surely not. It couldn’t be that after coming clean it turned out Viggo had returned the feeling all along? It finally occurred to him that he should look away. No, let him do it. But Viggo did not. Neither did.
Viggo moved forwards quite suddenly and put his hand on the wall, near Dom’s head. The light switch. In the sudden darkness Dom felt himself being pushed back against the wall, large hands tugging at his shirt buttons, slow but heavy breathing close to his face. Viggo kissed him hungrily, obviously fulfilling a need he had harboured for a long time. Dom’s hands found their way into Viggo’s back pockets after hastily removing the vest that had covered them, the other man’s hands now sliding Dom’s shirt down his arms as he lowered his head to kiss the perfect neck and taut shoulders.
Dom then became aware that he was aching under the straining fly of his jeans, but first pushed his fingers into Viggo’s waistband the pop the button and let them slip down to the floor, where they were kicked away. He in turn relieved Dom of his discomfort, letting his hand linger over his now full erection, touching it only briefly, making him wait.
“Uh… Please!” Dom pushed himself at Viggo’s hand, but he lifted it away and realised something bad; it was unlikely that Dom would have rushed out and bought a bottle the moment he found he swung that way. He felt bad not telling Dom, as he knew from experience that it stung like hell. But it would have really killed the moment, so something else in the vicinity would have to do.
He thought hard, not an easy task while Dom was being rather feisty and distracting, pulling his rams around his arse to bring him nearer, and biting gently on his collar bone. Then he remembered the beer! Dom had had a beer in his hands a few minutes earlier. He broke away (without a word Dom made it clear that he did not like this at all) and knelt, feeling across the carpet around them for the renegade bottle. There it was, cold and smooth beneath his fingertips.
He straightened up and, feeling he needed a reason for his actions that took to explanation, he tilted it towards Dom’s mouth, who tipped his head back and let it pour down his chin and chest, sticking his tongue out lasciviously and grinning. A lot of the liquid had spilt on the floor when Dom dropped it so Viggo made sure he kept enough for the more important purpose then an external aphrodisiac.
Once Dom had been sufficiently ‘cleaned’ (and Viggo’s tongue was pretty tired) he turned him to face the wall and yanked both their boxers down, taking a huge swig of the remaining beer and swilling it in his mouth, mixing it with as much spit as possible. Note to self, he thought as he spat the horrible stuff into his hand, buy Dom lube first thing tomorrow. He knew this was no substitute at all. Oh well, the price we pay.
He brought his hands around an got a tight grip on Dom’s thigh’s, pulling them apart, and pressing his whole sweating body to him. He began slowly, gently, easing into him with some skill. Dom brought his arms up and grabbed Viggo’s long hair, bringing his head closer until his forehead rested beside his on the wall. As he went deeper, Dom began to moan, to Viggo such and unbelievably sexy sound that he forgot all need to be gentle and began faster, rhythmic thrusts.
He neared half way and Dom gave a small protest of pain, squirming under Viggo’s still harsh grip. But Viggo just put his lips to the ear not pressed to the wall and whispered soothing sounds, mixed with his lover’s name.
“Almost…almost…uh, Dom, Dom! Dom!”
“Viggo…oh, oh… God YES!”
Then, with a final pound, white stars exploded behind Viggo’s eyelids and he felt Dom spasm around him as he came. His muscles contracted and finally loosened and he could do nothing but make heaving, gasping breaths into Dom’s hair.
He moved out, Dom whimpering very faintly before allowing himself to be led to his own room, where they slid beneath the light covers.
Viggo pulled Dom towards him and wiped his recently wetted stomach with a corner of the sheet. Dom put his hands on that bronzed, broad chest and nuzzled in, feeling truly comfortable for the first time in his life. He was at last getting the safe feeling he craved, unlike the usual woman who would bury her face on him, be looked after by him. Apart from anything else, that was why Dom needed someone larger, stronger then he.
“I love you.” Viggo smiled and raised his head to look into that sweet, sexy little face. Then he took him warmly in his arms and place a gentle kiss on the forehead of his sweet, sexy little fool.