June Smut: The Lush bathbomb fic
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moldavaI said my slogan for June would be "let there be smut", to celebrate my first year on LJ and all the wonderful people I've met here, so I'd better start delivering *g*
ETA: *is forgetful*. Should have put a warning for bareback and should have mentioned this comes after the Lush massage bar fic (here and here). Suggestions welcome on what Lush product I should misuse next (though I have an idea already ;)
Title: Ayers Rock
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moldava
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Notes: warnings for schmooporn and misuse of a Lush bathbomb, huge thanks to my lovelyrinsbane for providing the bathbomb itself *huggles*
Ayers Rock
"Did you get one?" Sean asked eagerly as Viggo stepped out of the trailer looking very casual and innocent... if it weren't for the big, round something making quite a noticeable bulge in the pocket of his denim jacket.
"Yes. Anyone stopped by while you were here keeping watch?" Viggo inquired as they headed to Sean's car, walking close enough for their bodies to keep brushing against each other.
"Not a soul. Do you think he will notice there's one's missing?" Sean asked.
"Who, the elf?" Viggo sneered. "He won't, and if he should and mentions it I'll just growl at him in my best Aragorn voice. I'll tell him that we're men and not prissy elves to toy with such fripperies, and I'm sure he'll shut up and stop asking."
"Poor Orlando," Sean commented piously, grinning as if seeing the scene.
"Poor Orlando," Viggo concurred. "Though I think he'll enjoy being snarled at by Aragorn way too much for his own peace of mind."
Sean opened the car door and slid inside. His hand poised on the ignition key, he turned and winked at Viggo.
"Your place or mine?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.
"Mine," Viggo replied with a smile. "My bathtub's much bigger and I've a nice bottle of white wine that should be cooled just right by now."
"Wow," Sean remarked. "I'm impressed… A full scale seduction scene you've prepared. A bath complete with scented bathbomb, wine.. What else? What about candles? Will we be having candles around the bathtub?"
"Of course we will have candles if you want them. I always keep candles in the house.." Viggo replied, eyeing Sean appraisingly. "Quite the romantic you are.."
Sean took his eyes off the road for a moment and turned to look at Viggo.
"With you? Yes, definitely."
Viggo didn't comment, but his hand curled possessively around Sean's thigh, apparently content with feeling the way Sean's muscles bunched under his touch.
After a while the hand slowly crept to the inside of Sean's leg, the fingertips following the inseam of Sean's jeans, until Sean's hand swooped down and gripped Viggo's wrist to stop the questing hand before it reached too dangerous ground.
Sean turned to glare at Viggo, but his stern look was met with blue eyes that held all the calm innocence of a baby who doesn't understand what he's done that is wrong.
"Christ, don't look at me like that, Viggo, please.." Sean swore under his breath, his hand returning to the steering wheel. "I hate when you do it, it melts my heart and makes me feel such a sentimental fool..."
Viggo smiled a pleased little smile that Sean failed to see, his eyes being now turned again to the road, and he murmured very softly
"But I don't mind that at all..."
He stayed very quiet for the rest of the drive though, simply tapping his fingers on Sean's thigh in time with some music only he could hear.
Sean pulled up the drive, parked the car in front of Viggo's place and stopped the engine.
He turned to look at Viggo, the look on his face suddenly turning serious, confused almost.
"Don't you feel a little bit silly about this, Viggo?" he asked hesitantly, his fingers worrying a loose thread hanging from one of the buttons in his shirt. "Pinching the Lush stuff from Orlando when we could easily buy our own.. Planning such a complex scheme just to take a bath together using a bathbomb.."
"Sean, for me being with you, sharing a bath with you at the end of a hard day of shooting, just plain sharing anything with you, is something beautiful, and it is the only thing that really matters. All the rest is .. stage props.. They don't really matter, but they make the scene richer." Viggo took Sean's face into his hands and leaned close until their lashes were almost tangling. "You are what matters to me, Sean. Don't you know by now?"
"There are times I think I do," Sean sighed, resting his cheek against Viggo's and feeling their breaths mingling. "And there are times it feels as if you speak another language, one I do not know, one I desperately want to understand."
"You only need to relax, Sean. The things you try too hard to do are the ones that become the hardest to do. If you take them as a game, they'll become as easy and fun as a game. That's what the bathbombs, and the sneaking on Orlando, and the scheming to be together without the others knowing are for. Play with me, Sean, let me show you that loving each other can be fun too.." Viggo pleaded softly, brushing his lips along Sean's jaw.
Sean nodded and took a steadying breath. Viggo was so vital and special to him, he didn't want to screw things up this time. But Viggo was right, trying too hard could become a way of screwing things up too.
He stepped out of the car and followed Viggo to the door, feeling absurdly warmed by the hand that crept to take his and didn't let go, even when Viggo had to fumble one-handed with the keys before managing to open the front door.
As Viggo tugged him quickly through the house towards the bathroom, Sean gave his hand a quick squeeze to catch his attention.
"Hey, didn't you mention wine?" he asked. "Aren't we going to take the wine into the bathroom with us?"
"Well, that was how I'd planned it," Viggo replied, stopping on the bathroom door to look at Sean. "But unless you really want some now, I was sort of thinking we'd better keep that for later, to go with dinner. As a matter of fact I am feeling quite intoxicated already.. by you.. Jesus, Sean, you have such a look in those green eyes of yours when you look at me that I barely remember my own name.."
Sean leaned forward and kissed Viggo, a quick close-mouthed brush of lips.
"You're right, we don't need the wine right now. You're going to taste better than any wine ever could and all I want is you naked in that tub."
Viggo smiled and nodded, starting to peel off his clothes.
"Draw the bath," he whispered huskily to Sean, his eyes blue blazes burning through the shirt and khakis Sean was wearing.
Sean nodded mutely and turned the taps on full before undressing quickly and distractedly, his eyes busy following Viggo as he got out some round-shaped candles and placed them around the room, lighting them one by one until the room was bathed in a soft glow and their flames twinkled, reflected in the water filling the tub.
He closed the taps and climbed into the tub, settling back with a pleased sigh and making room for Viggo to join him.
Viggo unwrapped the bathbomb and put it in the palm of Sean's hand, with all the ceremony and flair of Paris handing the golden apple to his chosen one, then he slipped into the bathtub facing Sean and stretching his legs alongside his. Then he smiled, waiting.
Sean stared at the bright orange-pink ball resting on the palm of his hand, then stared at Viggo, at the way the azure water in the tub lapped at his chest skewing the outline of his hips and legs, at the look of expectancy on his face, at the way his blue eyes had gone smoky with desire.
For a moment Sean felt as if a lump of emotion as big as the ball he was holding was stuck in his throat, making getting air down into his lungs the most difficult thing he' d ever done. Then the knot melted into a feeling of warm happiness and he could breathe again.
He offered a silent blessing to whatever gods had smiled down on him and decided he was worthy of having Viggo in his life, and cautiously lowered the bathbomb into the water, watching mesmerized as it went deep, then bounced to the surface again, fizzing and rolling drunkenly around as if it had a life of its own, making colored wavelets into the surrounding water and filling the air with a complex mixture of scents.
He relaxed, slipping further down into the water and grinning at Viggo. He breathed deeply, filling his senses with the scent of sandalwood, myrtle and orange, his eyes lazily following the melting bathbomb as it wandered in the water.
He couldn't help giggling when the spluttering ball floated close to his chest, tickling him coyly before turning tail and floating away. He chased it around with his hand, sending it spinning towards Viggo and watching as Viggo's trademark manic grin dawned on his face when he touched the ball and felt if fizz against his palm.
Sean's expression turned wary as the smirk spread on Viggo's face, then he yelped, caught by surprise when Viggo quickly palmed the slowly diminishing bath bomb and dipped under the water, bringing it against Sean's balls.
"Viggo, you crazy fucker, it tickles!" Sean squirmed madly, the fizzying sensation against his most sensitive skin driving him insane with laughter.
"Ah, but I thought you would enjoy having three of them, so macho.." Viggo taunted, releasing good-naturedly the bomb when Sean gripped his wrist and closing his fingers instead around the length of Sean's soft cock.
"It's made the water very slippery," Viggo murmured breathlessly as his hand glided smoothly up and down Sean's shaft, enjoying the way it gradually filled and stiffened under his touch.
"And very pink," Sean commented bemusedly in a voice thick with arousal as he suddenly noticed that they were chest-deep in a sea of pinkish water.
"Well, it's not pink actually," Viggo replied, scrambling closer and resting his chin on Sean's shoulder, leaning over his back to study the water - and catch a glimpse of Sean's ass. "It's more of a reddish orange color. Mmhh, what did it say on the brochure about this bomb? Something about Ayers Rock and sunsets over the Australian desert.." Viggo rubbed his stubbly chin on Sean's shoulder and licked a path along his neck. "Tastes good.." he commented, lapping at arched neck like a cat.
"If your artist's eye says it's coral colored then coral colored it is," Sean conceded, his voice a contented purr. "So you read about this in the brochure, did you? And you set out to hunt in Orlando's hoard for this specific bathbomb, the one that would make me sit in a bathtub filled with pink water. You did it on purpose, I know," he complained, pointing his finger accusingly against Viggo's damp chest.
"Nah, I didn't do it for that reason, though you look pretty good in pink, sorry, in reddish orange, sort of goes with that purple-faced outraged look you have right on your face right now. I'll think I'll make a painting of it.." Viggo trailed off staring distractedly at the ceiling, as if thinking already of what he would put on the canvas, and slowing the movement of his hand on Sean's dick.
Annoyed by Viggo's vague look and by his distraction, Sean shifted his hips and thrust demandingly into Viggo's hand.
"You can make all the paintings you want of me naked in a tub filled with pink water, I am not worried. I am confident that thanks to your unique style of painting no one will recognize me anyway, I'll be no more than a smear of jumbled colors on the canvas.. But right now, my dear artist, I am the one who has a painting to make. I want to wipe off your face that distracted look, I want to you're your face into a blank canvas, blank for me, blank for me painting on it desire and fulfillment, for painting myself on it.."
Without waiting for an answer, he gripped Viggo's hips and settled him in his lap.
"Hello beautiful," he whispered huskily, almost nose to nose with Viggo and staring directly into those amazingly clear eyes. "Want to play with me?"
"Don't know," Viggo pouted, sticking out his bottom lip in an insolent, little-kid pout. "What game did you have in mind?"
"Well, since you chose this bathbomb, we'll go along with its story. You can be the setting sun and I will be Ayers Rock," Sean murmured invitingly, capturing Viggo's pouty bottom lip between his own lips and sucking on it as if it were a lollipop.
"Ayers Rock? Modest, are we?" Viggo chuckled hoarsely, squirming suggestively in Sean's lap and grinding himself against his erection.
"You know," he went on, "the aboriginal name of Ayers Rock is Uluru. Some say that it means 'great pebble', some 'shady place', but there are those who say it means 'meeting place'.. This last I like best. Shall we meet then, rock and sun?"
"Yes," Sean murmured simply, again feeling that he had to hunt in the depth of his soul to find his voice and bring it to Viggo. He looked into Viggo's eyes, trying to tell him with his own eyes what he could not find words to say, and kissed deeply him, letting his lips speak. His mouth then brushed the damp skin of Viggo's throat, while his hands moved underwater to stroke Viggo's chest, rub the erect nipples, touch his belly, then slid back to follow his spine down to the cleft of his ass.
The essential oils in the bathbomb had given the water a silky oiliness and every touch glided over skin in a strangely smooth, unhurried way.
"God, this water feels unbelievable, you feel unbelievable.. I could go on touching you like this for hours.." Sean whispered huskily.
"And I hope you will, but later," Viggo murmured in reply, his breath hitching under Sean's leisurely exploration. "Now I want to find out if you feel as silky and smooth as you're feeling in my hand once you're inside me."
Viggo's words were enough to make Sean moan and hide his face into Viggo's shoulder.
"I could come just hearing you saying that, but you're right. Good as this is, I still want more, I want to touch you inside, with my fingers and with my cock."
Viggo took Sean's earlobe into his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, and mumbled something about a bottle of massage oil on the little shelf of the tub.
Sean nodded, dropped one last kiss on Viggo's shoulder before drawing back, and reached for the bottle of oil. He poured some of it into his hand and carefully slicked his fingers.
Viggo's eyes followed each movement of Sean's hands hungrily and he rose eagerly to his knees between Sean's thighs, placing his hands on Sean's shoulders to steady himself in the slippery tub.
"Want you," he murmured, pushing himself back onto Sean's breaching fingers with a short, harsh gasp.
"Fuck," Sean swore through clenched teeth as he suddenly felt his fingers enveloped in the tight grip of Viggo's ass. "You really feel as hot as the sun," he whispered, carefully twisting his fingers until he found Viggo's prostate and could rub it gently. Viggo trembled and tightened his grip, on Sean's shoulders and on Sean's fingers.
Sean watched avidly as pleasure painted itself on Viggo's face, his lids lowering so that only a flash of deep blue showed under them, his lips parting in a soundless moan.
"You're making me burn.. you're so beautiful.." He cupped the back of Viggo's neck with his free hand and brought him close for a kiss, moving his tongue inside Viggo's gasping mouth in a way that was a mirror of what his fingers were doing, before drawing back, drawing out.
Viggo's lids opened on sultry eyes, smoky with arousal, and he licked his lips.
"Time for the sun to join the rock," he murmured in a raw whisper, pushing Sean against the back of the tub and moving close to straddle Sean. His hand went to grasp Sean's erection and he positioned himself above it as Sean steadied him placing his arm around Viggo's waist and holding him as he lowered himself until, aided by the slipperiness of the water, he'd taken Sean balls deep in him.
Viggo threw his head back and sighed softly, almost purring with pleasure, then he made as if to lift himself, but Sean stopped him, his arm curling tightly around his waist.
"Stay, stay like this," Sean whispered urgently. "No need to move. Just the way you're feeling around me, those little ripples your body is making are driving me insane.." He leaned his face into Viggo's neck, nuzzling against it as he tried to gain some semblance of that control that Viggo's barely perceptible squirming in his lap was stripping away from him.
Viggo nodded, undulating slightly and shifting his weight, the infinitesimal movement enough to elicit a hoarse groan from Sean and make his cock swell inside Viggo as his hips thrust up mindlessly.
"The rock seems to be shaking," Viggo moaned softly, brushing his lips against Sean's forehead.
"The rock is hungry, it wants to become one with the sun.." Sean gasped, holding himself on the brink of orgasm. His hand dived into the water between their joined bodies to fist Viggo's erection, curling around it, the heel of his hand rubbing the base of the shaft and the thumb stroking the crown.
"Sun is bursting," Viggo cried, as he came with a throaty cry, his cock jerking in Sean's palm and making the water around it feel thicker and warmer.
"My sun," Sean growled possessively, holding Viggo's cock through each spasm and spurt and allowing the barriers he had set up to hold himself back to crumble into nothingness, allowing himself to feel.. Feel Viggo's body squeezing his cock, relaxing and then gripping him again, like waves breaking on a shore, as his orgasm thundered through him. Sean let himself go and joined Viggo in riding the storm, until the world stopped spinning around them and Sean slumped against the back of the tub, holding Viggo cradled against him and feeling as if his racing heartbeat would never return to normal again.
"That was one hell of a bomb," he murmured breathlessly against Viggo's damp hair, trying to help Viggo shift so that he could settle in a more comfortable position.
Viggo however refused to be moved, clamping his legs around Sean's waist and resting his head on Sean's chest. He laughed softly, his breath fanning Sean's skin in quick gasps.
"Do you think that was just the bathbomb? A leading man like you shouldn't let props and special effects get all the credit.." Viggo raised his head to grin lazily at Sean. "The bathbomb may have been the fuse, but I believe the explosion was all our own."
Sean grinned too and raised a wet hand to smooth back Viggo's hair and stroke his cheek.
"You're right, and I'd say we just gave an award winning performance." He winked at Viggo. "How about celebrating our victory together?"
"Mmhh, that could be arranged. I'll toast you with that bottle of wine we have waiting. But tell me.." Viggo inquired, "what is it that I have won?"
The smirk on Sean's face melted into a soft, yearning look.
"Me? For the night?" he asked tentatively.
"I think my performance deserves more.." Viggo replied, his voice low but sure. "Make that you forever and the deal is done."
"Done then," Sean agreed hoarsely, and placed his lips on Viggo's mouth to seal the deal.
ETA: *is forgetful*. Should have put a warning for bareback and should have mentioned this comes after the Lush massage bar fic (here and here). Suggestions welcome on what Lush product I should misuse next (though I have an idea already ;)
Title: Ayers Rock
Author:
moldavaPairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Notes: warnings for schmooporn and misuse of a Lush bathbomb, huge thanks to my lovely
rinsbane for providing the bathbomb itself *huggles*Ayers Rock
"Did you get one?" Sean asked eagerly as Viggo stepped out of the trailer looking very casual and innocent... if it weren't for the big, round something making quite a noticeable bulge in the pocket of his denim jacket.
"Yes. Anyone stopped by while you were here keeping watch?" Viggo inquired as they headed to Sean's car, walking close enough for their bodies to keep brushing against each other.
"Not a soul. Do you think he will notice there's one's missing?" Sean asked.
"Who, the elf?" Viggo sneered. "He won't, and if he should and mentions it I'll just growl at him in my best Aragorn voice. I'll tell him that we're men and not prissy elves to toy with such fripperies, and I'm sure he'll shut up and stop asking."
"Poor Orlando," Sean commented piously, grinning as if seeing the scene.
"Poor Orlando," Viggo concurred. "Though I think he'll enjoy being snarled at by Aragorn way too much for his own peace of mind."
Sean opened the car door and slid inside. His hand poised on the ignition key, he turned and winked at Viggo.
"Your place or mine?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.
"Mine," Viggo replied with a smile. "My bathtub's much bigger and I've a nice bottle of white wine that should be cooled just right by now."
"Wow," Sean remarked. "I'm impressed… A full scale seduction scene you've prepared. A bath complete with scented bathbomb, wine.. What else? What about candles? Will we be having candles around the bathtub?"
"Of course we will have candles if you want them. I always keep candles in the house.." Viggo replied, eyeing Sean appraisingly. "Quite the romantic you are.."
Sean took his eyes off the road for a moment and turned to look at Viggo.
"With you? Yes, definitely."
Viggo didn't comment, but his hand curled possessively around Sean's thigh, apparently content with feeling the way Sean's muscles bunched under his touch.
After a while the hand slowly crept to the inside of Sean's leg, the fingertips following the inseam of Sean's jeans, until Sean's hand swooped down and gripped Viggo's wrist to stop the questing hand before it reached too dangerous ground.
Sean turned to glare at Viggo, but his stern look was met with blue eyes that held all the calm innocence of a baby who doesn't understand what he's done that is wrong.
"Christ, don't look at me like that, Viggo, please.." Sean swore under his breath, his hand returning to the steering wheel. "I hate when you do it, it melts my heart and makes me feel such a sentimental fool..."
Viggo smiled a pleased little smile that Sean failed to see, his eyes being now turned again to the road, and he murmured very softly
"But I don't mind that at all..."
He stayed very quiet for the rest of the drive though, simply tapping his fingers on Sean's thigh in time with some music only he could hear.
Sean pulled up the drive, parked the car in front of Viggo's place and stopped the engine.
He turned to look at Viggo, the look on his face suddenly turning serious, confused almost.
"Don't you feel a little bit silly about this, Viggo?" he asked hesitantly, his fingers worrying a loose thread hanging from one of the buttons in his shirt. "Pinching the Lush stuff from Orlando when we could easily buy our own.. Planning such a complex scheme just to take a bath together using a bathbomb.."
"Sean, for me being with you, sharing a bath with you at the end of a hard day of shooting, just plain sharing anything with you, is something beautiful, and it is the only thing that really matters. All the rest is .. stage props.. They don't really matter, but they make the scene richer." Viggo took Sean's face into his hands and leaned close until their lashes were almost tangling. "You are what matters to me, Sean. Don't you know by now?"
"There are times I think I do," Sean sighed, resting his cheek against Viggo's and feeling their breaths mingling. "And there are times it feels as if you speak another language, one I do not know, one I desperately want to understand."
"You only need to relax, Sean. The things you try too hard to do are the ones that become the hardest to do. If you take them as a game, they'll become as easy and fun as a game. That's what the bathbombs, and the sneaking on Orlando, and the scheming to be together without the others knowing are for. Play with me, Sean, let me show you that loving each other can be fun too.." Viggo pleaded softly, brushing his lips along Sean's jaw.
Sean nodded and took a steadying breath. Viggo was so vital and special to him, he didn't want to screw things up this time. But Viggo was right, trying too hard could become a way of screwing things up too.
He stepped out of the car and followed Viggo to the door, feeling absurdly warmed by the hand that crept to take his and didn't let go, even when Viggo had to fumble one-handed with the keys before managing to open the front door.
As Viggo tugged him quickly through the house towards the bathroom, Sean gave his hand a quick squeeze to catch his attention.
"Hey, didn't you mention wine?" he asked. "Aren't we going to take the wine into the bathroom with us?"
"Well, that was how I'd planned it," Viggo replied, stopping on the bathroom door to look at Sean. "But unless you really want some now, I was sort of thinking we'd better keep that for later, to go with dinner. As a matter of fact I am feeling quite intoxicated already.. by you.. Jesus, Sean, you have such a look in those green eyes of yours when you look at me that I barely remember my own name.."
Sean leaned forward and kissed Viggo, a quick close-mouthed brush of lips.
"You're right, we don't need the wine right now. You're going to taste better than any wine ever could and all I want is you naked in that tub."
Viggo smiled and nodded, starting to peel off his clothes.
"Draw the bath," he whispered huskily to Sean, his eyes blue blazes burning through the shirt and khakis Sean was wearing.
Sean nodded mutely and turned the taps on full before undressing quickly and distractedly, his eyes busy following Viggo as he got out some round-shaped candles and placed them around the room, lighting them one by one until the room was bathed in a soft glow and their flames twinkled, reflected in the water filling the tub.
He closed the taps and climbed into the tub, settling back with a pleased sigh and making room for Viggo to join him.
Viggo unwrapped the bathbomb and put it in the palm of Sean's hand, with all the ceremony and flair of Paris handing the golden apple to his chosen one, then he slipped into the bathtub facing Sean and stretching his legs alongside his. Then he smiled, waiting.
Sean stared at the bright orange-pink ball resting on the palm of his hand, then stared at Viggo, at the way the azure water in the tub lapped at his chest skewing the outline of his hips and legs, at the look of expectancy on his face, at the way his blue eyes had gone smoky with desire.
For a moment Sean felt as if a lump of emotion as big as the ball he was holding was stuck in his throat, making getting air down into his lungs the most difficult thing he' d ever done. Then the knot melted into a feeling of warm happiness and he could breathe again.
He offered a silent blessing to whatever gods had smiled down on him and decided he was worthy of having Viggo in his life, and cautiously lowered the bathbomb into the water, watching mesmerized as it went deep, then bounced to the surface again, fizzing and rolling drunkenly around as if it had a life of its own, making colored wavelets into the surrounding water and filling the air with a complex mixture of scents.
He relaxed, slipping further down into the water and grinning at Viggo. He breathed deeply, filling his senses with the scent of sandalwood, myrtle and orange, his eyes lazily following the melting bathbomb as it wandered in the water.
He couldn't help giggling when the spluttering ball floated close to his chest, tickling him coyly before turning tail and floating away. He chased it around with his hand, sending it spinning towards Viggo and watching as Viggo's trademark manic grin dawned on his face when he touched the ball and felt if fizz against his palm.
Sean's expression turned wary as the smirk spread on Viggo's face, then he yelped, caught by surprise when Viggo quickly palmed the slowly diminishing bath bomb and dipped under the water, bringing it against Sean's balls.
"Viggo, you crazy fucker, it tickles!" Sean squirmed madly, the fizzying sensation against his most sensitive skin driving him insane with laughter.
"Ah, but I thought you would enjoy having three of them, so macho.." Viggo taunted, releasing good-naturedly the bomb when Sean gripped his wrist and closing his fingers instead around the length of Sean's soft cock.
"It's made the water very slippery," Viggo murmured breathlessly as his hand glided smoothly up and down Sean's shaft, enjoying the way it gradually filled and stiffened under his touch.
"And very pink," Sean commented bemusedly in a voice thick with arousal as he suddenly noticed that they were chest-deep in a sea of pinkish water.
"Well, it's not pink actually," Viggo replied, scrambling closer and resting his chin on Sean's shoulder, leaning over his back to study the water - and catch a glimpse of Sean's ass. "It's more of a reddish orange color. Mmhh, what did it say on the brochure about this bomb? Something about Ayers Rock and sunsets over the Australian desert.." Viggo rubbed his stubbly chin on Sean's shoulder and licked a path along his neck. "Tastes good.." he commented, lapping at arched neck like a cat.
"If your artist's eye says it's coral colored then coral colored it is," Sean conceded, his voice a contented purr. "So you read about this in the brochure, did you? And you set out to hunt in Orlando's hoard for this specific bathbomb, the one that would make me sit in a bathtub filled with pink water. You did it on purpose, I know," he complained, pointing his finger accusingly against Viggo's damp chest.
"Nah, I didn't do it for that reason, though you look pretty good in pink, sorry, in reddish orange, sort of goes with that purple-faced outraged look you have right on your face right now. I'll think I'll make a painting of it.." Viggo trailed off staring distractedly at the ceiling, as if thinking already of what he would put on the canvas, and slowing the movement of his hand on Sean's dick.
Annoyed by Viggo's vague look and by his distraction, Sean shifted his hips and thrust demandingly into Viggo's hand.
"You can make all the paintings you want of me naked in a tub filled with pink water, I am not worried. I am confident that thanks to your unique style of painting no one will recognize me anyway, I'll be no more than a smear of jumbled colors on the canvas.. But right now, my dear artist, I am the one who has a painting to make. I want to wipe off your face that distracted look, I want to you're your face into a blank canvas, blank for me, blank for me painting on it desire and fulfillment, for painting myself on it.."
Without waiting for an answer, he gripped Viggo's hips and settled him in his lap.
"Hello beautiful," he whispered huskily, almost nose to nose with Viggo and staring directly into those amazingly clear eyes. "Want to play with me?"
"Don't know," Viggo pouted, sticking out his bottom lip in an insolent, little-kid pout. "What game did you have in mind?"
"Well, since you chose this bathbomb, we'll go along with its story. You can be the setting sun and I will be Ayers Rock," Sean murmured invitingly, capturing Viggo's pouty bottom lip between his own lips and sucking on it as if it were a lollipop.
"Ayers Rock? Modest, are we?" Viggo chuckled hoarsely, squirming suggestively in Sean's lap and grinding himself against his erection.
"You know," he went on, "the aboriginal name of Ayers Rock is Uluru. Some say that it means 'great pebble', some 'shady place', but there are those who say it means 'meeting place'.. This last I like best. Shall we meet then, rock and sun?"
"Yes," Sean murmured simply, again feeling that he had to hunt in the depth of his soul to find his voice and bring it to Viggo. He looked into Viggo's eyes, trying to tell him with his own eyes what he could not find words to say, and kissed deeply him, letting his lips speak. His mouth then brushed the damp skin of Viggo's throat, while his hands moved underwater to stroke Viggo's chest, rub the erect nipples, touch his belly, then slid back to follow his spine down to the cleft of his ass.
The essential oils in the bathbomb had given the water a silky oiliness and every touch glided over skin in a strangely smooth, unhurried way.
"God, this water feels unbelievable, you feel unbelievable.. I could go on touching you like this for hours.." Sean whispered huskily.
"And I hope you will, but later," Viggo murmured in reply, his breath hitching under Sean's leisurely exploration. "Now I want to find out if you feel as silky and smooth as you're feeling in my hand once you're inside me."
Viggo's words were enough to make Sean moan and hide his face into Viggo's shoulder.
"I could come just hearing you saying that, but you're right. Good as this is, I still want more, I want to touch you inside, with my fingers and with my cock."
Viggo took Sean's earlobe into his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, and mumbled something about a bottle of massage oil on the little shelf of the tub.
Sean nodded, dropped one last kiss on Viggo's shoulder before drawing back, and reached for the bottle of oil. He poured some of it into his hand and carefully slicked his fingers.
Viggo's eyes followed each movement of Sean's hands hungrily and he rose eagerly to his knees between Sean's thighs, placing his hands on Sean's shoulders to steady himself in the slippery tub.
"Want you," he murmured, pushing himself back onto Sean's breaching fingers with a short, harsh gasp.
"Fuck," Sean swore through clenched teeth as he suddenly felt his fingers enveloped in the tight grip of Viggo's ass. "You really feel as hot as the sun," he whispered, carefully twisting his fingers until he found Viggo's prostate and could rub it gently. Viggo trembled and tightened his grip, on Sean's shoulders and on Sean's fingers.
Sean watched avidly as pleasure painted itself on Viggo's face, his lids lowering so that only a flash of deep blue showed under them, his lips parting in a soundless moan.
"You're making me burn.. you're so beautiful.." He cupped the back of Viggo's neck with his free hand and brought him close for a kiss, moving his tongue inside Viggo's gasping mouth in a way that was a mirror of what his fingers were doing, before drawing back, drawing out.
Viggo's lids opened on sultry eyes, smoky with arousal, and he licked his lips.
"Time for the sun to join the rock," he murmured in a raw whisper, pushing Sean against the back of the tub and moving close to straddle Sean. His hand went to grasp Sean's erection and he positioned himself above it as Sean steadied him placing his arm around Viggo's waist and holding him as he lowered himself until, aided by the slipperiness of the water, he'd taken Sean balls deep in him.
Viggo threw his head back and sighed softly, almost purring with pleasure, then he made as if to lift himself, but Sean stopped him, his arm curling tightly around his waist.
"Stay, stay like this," Sean whispered urgently. "No need to move. Just the way you're feeling around me, those little ripples your body is making are driving me insane.." He leaned his face into Viggo's neck, nuzzling against it as he tried to gain some semblance of that control that Viggo's barely perceptible squirming in his lap was stripping away from him.
Viggo nodded, undulating slightly and shifting his weight, the infinitesimal movement enough to elicit a hoarse groan from Sean and make his cock swell inside Viggo as his hips thrust up mindlessly.
"The rock seems to be shaking," Viggo moaned softly, brushing his lips against Sean's forehead.
"The rock is hungry, it wants to become one with the sun.." Sean gasped, holding himself on the brink of orgasm. His hand dived into the water between their joined bodies to fist Viggo's erection, curling around it, the heel of his hand rubbing the base of the shaft and the thumb stroking the crown.
"Sun is bursting," Viggo cried, as he came with a throaty cry, his cock jerking in Sean's palm and making the water around it feel thicker and warmer.
"My sun," Sean growled possessively, holding Viggo's cock through each spasm and spurt and allowing the barriers he had set up to hold himself back to crumble into nothingness, allowing himself to feel.. Feel Viggo's body squeezing his cock, relaxing and then gripping him again, like waves breaking on a shore, as his orgasm thundered through him. Sean let himself go and joined Viggo in riding the storm, until the world stopped spinning around them and Sean slumped against the back of the tub, holding Viggo cradled against him and feeling as if his racing heartbeat would never return to normal again.
"That was one hell of a bomb," he murmured breathlessly against Viggo's damp hair, trying to help Viggo shift so that he could settle in a more comfortable position.
Viggo however refused to be moved, clamping his legs around Sean's waist and resting his head on Sean's chest. He laughed softly, his breath fanning Sean's skin in quick gasps.
"Do you think that was just the bathbomb? A leading man like you shouldn't let props and special effects get all the credit.." Viggo raised his head to grin lazily at Sean. "The bathbomb may have been the fuse, but I believe the explosion was all our own."
Sean grinned too and raised a wet hand to smooth back Viggo's hair and stroke his cheek.
"You're right, and I'd say we just gave an award winning performance." He winked at Viggo. "How about celebrating our victory together?"
"Mmhh, that could be arranged. I'll toast you with that bottle of wine we have waiting. But tell me.." Viggo inquired, "what is it that I have won?"
The smirk on Sean's face melted into a soft, yearning look.
"Me? For the night?" he asked tentatively.
"I think my performance deserves more.." Viggo replied, his voice low but sure. "Make that you forever and the deal is done."
"Done then," Sean agreed hoarsely, and placed his lips on Viggo's mouth to seal the deal.
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Date: 2004-06-01 10:30 am (UTC)There's so many things I love about this that I don't know where to start... *grin* But I think, sentimental English major that I am, what I love most (aside from the *majorly hot* smut... whooo!) is this:
"You know," he went on, "the aboriginal name of Ayers Rock is Uluru. Some say that it means 'great pebble', some 'shady place', but there are those who say it means 'meeting place'.. This last I like best. Shall we meet then, rock and sun?"
Introspective, artistic Viggo.... *purrs* And you write him so well!
*hug-pounces you* Mmmm... lovely!
~Kris
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:02 pm (UTC)hug-pounces ??
Squee! That's a new one *G*
*hug-pounced you back*
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Date: 2004-06-01 10:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-02 01:07 pm (UTC)The VigBean love can add a new dimension to things! I'd be tempted to send in the fics for the Lush Times ;)
And that's an awesome icon you have, wow!!
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:14 pm (UTC)Send it to Lush Times, eh?
*giggles*
That would be something!
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Date: 2004-06-01 10:57 am (UTC)Oh, sweetie - this is luscious - I can see them, smell them, taste them in that water... I want to eat them up! And you've got Sean there to perfection.
*Adores you and fizzingly hot fic*
*snogs you silly*
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:14 pm (UTC)I still need them for more Lush slash ;)
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:16 pm (UTC)I plan on producing more June smut *wink*
Ummmm!
Date: 2004-06-01 11:42 am (UTC)Really like these soft but sweeter fics especially for these particular boys.
Re: Ummmm!
Date: 2004-06-02 01:19 pm (UTC)But there was one bathbomb called Street Party that was full - and I mean full - of glitter. That would have been very revealing to poor Orlando ;) Lush is not making it anymore though.
Thank you :)
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Date: 2004-06-01 11:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-02 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 02:49 pm (UTC)I love the picture you created in this scene and I can see it as well as hear it quite vividly.
That worked for me with a lot of scenes in this lovely series....
Thank you for posting.
P.S. What about kohl?
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:23 pm (UTC)I did write a henna body paint fic last year though. Poor Sean *g*
Thank you :)
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Date: 2004-06-03 03:05 pm (UTC)I think I had Viggo in mind quite vividly at the time, because I just finished watching RotK.
The fic you mentioned , I know, but may be it´s time to reread.
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Date: 2004-06-01 02:51 pm (UTC)*fans self* I'll say!
Well, now all I want to do is take a long Lush bath... Can I get Sean & Viggo to go with it?
Thank you for sharing!
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:25 pm (UTC)Lol, you can try asking for them at a Lush shop. Ahem, bath accessories?!
Thank you :)
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Date: 2004-06-01 03:32 pm (UTC)*SQUUEeee!!* And what an explosion it was! I LOVED this, of course, the boys so sweet and romantic and Sean so cutely dipping into shyness now and again, and Viggo reassuring him. *cuddles*
I adored the idea of Viggo's face as a canvas painted with desire, and all of the rock and sun imagery and mataphor...gah...so beautiful! I could see them in that pretty coral water, all slicked up and gorgeously sensual...*thud*
So very hot and pretty and naughty--the bathbomb fizzing in certain locations...wheee...you're making me want to be naughty at home now...heee....
*snogs you*
What a lovely start to Smut Month! Huzzah!!
Just a little editorial note...something missing here: "I want to wipe off your face that distracted look, I want to you're your face into a blank canvas..."
xxoo
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:28 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the explosion, lovely *snogs* and thanks for the edit note, I skipped a turn
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Date: 2004-06-01 08:24 pm (UTC)I laughed all the way through this b/c they were so cute and silly and cuddly. What mischievous darlings. *huggles you*
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:30 pm (UTC)You solved a problem by sending me that bathbomb, I'd been agonizing for ages on which bomb to use for this fic and when I got yours it was obviousl it was The One *ggg*
Thank you again for all that sweetie *huggles*
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Date: 2004-06-02 12:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-02 01:32 pm (UTC)Thank you :)
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Date: 2004-06-02 12:43 am (UTC)Very inspired choice of bomb -- and one that holds a special place in my heart since
As for further product suggestions, I think the dusting powders are feeling a bit left out by now. ;-)
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:35 pm (UTC)I'll do my best to keep up with the Summer Smut, I'm besieged by bunnies but am finding it difficult to complete fics.
I'm no huge fan of dusting powder but I'll experiment *winks and huggles*
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Date: 2004-06-02 09:22 am (UTC)*smooches*
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Date: 2004-06-02 01:37 pm (UTC)Am about to start working on the next one, thanks again for your comments!
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Date: 2004-06-24 07:17 am (UTC)And your background is absolutely gorgeous, btw.
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Date: 2004-06-24 08:34 am (UTC)And thanks for enjoying the tulips pic :)