Fic: Sand castles (2/2)
Jul. 11th, 2004 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moldavaHad to prod my muses to no end to get this finished.. The lazy things seem to think it's vacation time already *shakes head*
But here it is
Title: Sand castles
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: follows first part here; especially forliars_dance who hasn't stopped pestering encouraging me to finish this since I posted the first part ;). Again, very schmoopy, be warned!
Sand castles - 2/2
Sean had not fallen asleep, could not sleep..
Despite the emotional turmoil he'd been through in the last few hours he hadn't been feeling tired, just the opposite..
He'd been feeling a new man, charged with energy, filled with wonder at what he was feeling..
He'd laid inside the sleeping bag, strangely at peace despite the sleeplessness, lulled by the sound of the waves and savoring the quietness of the night, knowing that dawn would come soon, a new dawn, in more than one sense..
There had been one moment when he'd almost been tempted to get up and go build another fucking sand castle, just for the hell of it, just to prove that if one castle tumbled down into nothingness another could be built on the remains of the previous one...
But that would have meant getting out of the sleeping bag..
It would have meant moving away from the warm, delicious weight of the body slumped against his back, from the small puffs of breath that tickled his neck and felt like the promise of a touch..
And nothing in the world could induce him to do that, to move away from this man who'd shocked him into taking a chance at having feelings again.. It felt too right, too perfect to be in his arms.
He squinted at his wristwatch, the hands gleaming faintly in the scant, grayish light, and smiled. Almost six in the morning.. Time flies when you're enjoying yourself, he thought.
Squirming around inside a sleeping bag that, though roomy, was not really meant for two unless they were prepared to be very close, Sean managed to turn so that he faced a still sleeping Viggo.
Right, he smirked to himself, what now?.
This was the day after, the second date.. So.. what should he start with?
His senses, held in check for too long, were screaming at him to let them go, to let them explore this beautiful precious man, to let them know him in that special way that only senses can do.
Sean studied Viggo's face, marvelling at how different Vig looked when he was asleep. His face looked innocent, relaxed.. Gone was the vibrant intensity that was always there when he was awake.
He seemed younger, vulnerable almost.
Sean exhaled softly and moved closer, close enough that he could smell Viggo's skin, the faint trace of woodsmoke still clinging to his long dark hair, the sweetish lingering smell of the sunscreen Vig must have put on when he'd got to the beach yesterday.
Hesitantly, almost shyly, he reached out and touched Viggo's face, scraping his fingertips across the dark Aragorn beard to find in the middle of it the unexpected silkiness of his lips. He stroked the pad of his thumb across the bottom lip, that bottom lip that had Boromir hypnothized and breathless in every scene the steward had with Aragorn.. Sean could now admit that, something he'd been denying to himself from the very start.
Under the caress Viggo's lips moved, as if to capture the intruding touch, then parted in a soft sigh as he slowly surfaced from sleep.
The blue eyes opened, looking almost babyish in their innocent, sleepy confusion, then focused and became sharper and more brilliant as they took in Sean, his face so close that their breaths were mingling.
"Morning.." Viggo whispered, his usual soft drawl sounding rusty, as if producing sounds was something his throat had forgotten how to do during the night.
"Morning yourself.. It's a nice morning.." Sean murmured softly.
"Is it?" Viggo asked distractedly. "Oh yes, I can see that.. It's a wonderful morning, I haven't seen such a gorgeous morning in ages.." he went on, answering his own question before Sean could do, though he could not really know what the morning looked like because his eyes had never left Sean's face.
"You know," Sean went on coyly. "It's a new day, it's a new date.. So.. What would you like first, coffee or a 'good morning sunshine' kiss?"
Viggo looked definitely a lot more awake and alert at Sean's offer.
"Come here, sunshine," his voice was still low and husky but there was no hesitation in it. "Let me say good morning to you the proper way, the way I wanted to say good night last night.."
He reached out to curl his fingers around the back of Sean's neck and pulled him close until their lips were brushing tantalizingly across each other.
"So.. Are you sure?" Viggo asked softly, almost breathing the words directly into Sean's mouth.
Sean pressed his lips for a moment against Viggo's lips before drawing back an inch so that he could let Viggo see his smile and so that his words would come out clearer.
"Yes, I am sure. I was sure last night already.. Deep down inside me I was probably sure a long time ago, possibly the very first time we met and touched each other. But I let my fears take control of me. I owe you for that, for having myself back, for having a life back."
Viggo shook his head.
"Sean, this is not an accountant's ledger, let's make it something where there is no owing, where there is only giving.."
Sean nodded and smiled, a smile so dazzling it rivalled the faint line of golden sunshine that was slowly appearing along the horizon, marking the point where sun and and sea and sky were joining.
"Giving.." he murmured in a voice that flowed the way warm, dry sand runs between one's fingers. "Yes, I need what only you can give me, what will complete my way back and make the sand castle stand up like solid stone. And I'll give you all that I have to give, all that I am able to build.."
With a soft groan of emotion Viggo closed the small distance between their faces and brought their lips together, licking the seam of Sean's lips until they parted and his tongue came out to look for Viggo's tongue, so that they could tell each other in their own way all that remained to be said.
When they broke apart, minutes might have passed, or hours, time had ceased to have a meaning. The sun was still only slowly growing on the horizon, yet they felt dazzled by a burning brightness.
Viggo smiled, that shy brilliant smile he had sometimes that seemed to say I know a secret and you're in it...
"I knew kissing you would be like this, like liquid sunshine.." he whispered softly.
Sean shook his head almost shyly. "I have no words to say what you make me feel, I'm no poet, but if you take me I think I will find a way to speak to you even if I cannot find the right words."
"You are already speaking, Sean," Viggo replied tenderly, his fingertips tracing Sean's face as if sculpting it into his memory. "But I do need to hear more, I need to know what it is that you want to tell me.. And there's things I want to say too, things that are beyond words.."
"Want you.." Sean said, offering words that were naked and simple in their very basic need.
Viggo nodded, for once at a loss for words himself, and raised himself up from the sleeping bag to crawl to his backpack and crawl back, carrying a condom and a bottle of sunscreen. He dropped them on a corner of the sleeping bag and quickly skinned out of the t-shirt and shorts he'd been sleeping in. Then he sat on his heels naked and looking like a sun god in the first rays of the rising sun as he waited for Sean to get naked too.
Sean suddenly felt shy as he took off his t-shirt and boxers, intimidated by the intensity of Viggo's gaze, by the way the sun, still low on the horizon, seemed to turn Viggo's body into a bronze statue, waiting to be worshipped.
Then Viggo smiled, his eyes travelling the length of Sean's body with love and longing, and the statue became alive, became a man.
A man that moved close and gently pushed Sean down on the sleeping bag, a man with skilled loving hands that traced Sean's body as if it was a treasured gift he'd just been given, a man with a hungry mouth that made every place it touched on Sean's body become hungry too.
Sean knew that the sounds he was hearing were coming from himself.. The soft moans each time Viggo reached one of his more sensitive areas, the small whimpers when he moved away from it..
Liquid sunshine..
Viggo's words echoed in his mind and he shivered with pleasure and emotion.
"Need you, want you.." Sean whispered, his fingers tangling into the tousled dark hair, urging him up, filled with an irresistible need to read Viggo's face, to see written on it the same desire and arousal he was feeling, wanting to see himself reflected there.
He tugged until Viggo's mouth slowly traced a path up Sean's chest and Viggo raised his head panting softly, a faint flush on his cheekbones.
Sean searched the clear blue eyes and smiled, having found what he was looking for.. Yes, he was there.. Viggo's Sean.
Viggo had only the time to whisper softly Sean's name, then Sean cupped Viggo's face in the palm of his hands and reached up to kiss him, long and deep, feeling his need rise, slow and inexorable like the sun rising from the grayness of dawn and painting the world again with colors and brightness.
He lifted his hips from the ground, pressing into Viggo's body, rocking their hips together, wordlessly speaking of his need with his body, with his eyes.
Viggo nodded, biting his bottom lip at the excruciatingly pleasurable sensation of the two hard cocks cradled between their bellies and rubbing against each other, and reached for the condom, drawing back to sheath himself quickly, eager for more, reluctant to break the contact.
"Only giving.." he whispered huskily as he nudged Sean's thighs apart and slowly pushed two slicked fingers inside him.
Sean tensed, barely able to hold himself still, hands curling into fists. Words were suddenly crowding his throat.. more, please, want you in me.. and slow, please, it's been a long time.. But he bit them back, they were not necessary, Viggo knew, and the fists unfurled into open palms and reached out to Viggo.
And Viggo did know as he gently twisted his fingers inside Sean and bent his head low so that he could drop kisses on Sean's belly, trace with the tip of his tongue the length of his cock, murmur soothing nothings against its satiny skin until the grip on his fingers became hungry instead of pained, until he could feel pleasure beginning to build up under his stroking fingertips and knew that more would be welcome and that his long wait for Sean was coming to its end.
The fingers withdrew and went to smooth some of the sweetish smelling sunscreen on Viggo's sheated erection.
"Are your ready?" Viggo asked the question once again, in all the meanings it could have, giving Sean once again the choice, though the tension and arousal on his face belied the question itself and the soft voice in which it had been asked.
"Stop asking, Viggo, feel it, let me show it.." Sean pulled Viggo close and his hand went to stroke Viggo's cock, guiding it and pushing himself down on it. "This is the time for giving..."
"Yes.." Viggo whispered huskily, thrusting in slowly, prepared to stop at the first sign of discomfort in Sean but seeing only joy and desire on his face.
"You feel so good.." Sean whispered back as Viggo moved in and out, always so very slowly that each feeling was magnified and every second seemed to expand in time and space. "So dazzling.."
Viggo managed a smile and bent low to kiss Sean, slipping his hand between their two bodies so that he could fill his palm with the burning hardness of Sean's cock.
As he felt Viggo's fingers closing around his erection and rubbing it against the warm hairy flesh of his belly Sean whimpered into the kiss and tore his mouth away with a small gasp.
"Giving.." he moaned, coming with a soft strangled cry, his body arching and rippling like the waves under the rising sun.
"Giving.." Viggo echoed, as with one last thrust he joined Sean and came, feeling a sun-like brightness explode from their bodies.
Later, cleaned and curled back again into each other's arms in the sleeping bag, they watched the waves shimmering under the sun.
"You are like those waves," Sean murmured, kissing the arm wrapped possessively around his chest and rubbing his cheek against it. "Gentle and powerful and unstoppable."
Viggo laughed softly and kissed Sean's ear.
"I could not let you stop me. I believed in this.. in us.. too much not to try getting through to you, to allow your past to shadow your life the way it was doing. Sean, you're my sand castle, I will make sure I'll never harm you.."
"I know, I told you I would trust you with my own life, and I mean it. Viggo.." Sean's voice hesitated for a moment and he twisted in Viggo's arms until he could see his face.
"How many more dates before it is right and proper for me to say I love you?"Sean asked, the sun shining in his eyes when Viggo's arms tightened around him and his mouth gave him the answer.
But here it is
Title: Sand castles
Author:
moldavaPairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: would love it, thanks.
Disclaimer: not mine, only in my dreams
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
Notes: follows first part here; especially for
liars_dance who hasn't stopped Sand castles - 2/2
Sean had not fallen asleep, could not sleep..
Despite the emotional turmoil he'd been through in the last few hours he hadn't been feeling tired, just the opposite..
He'd been feeling a new man, charged with energy, filled with wonder at what he was feeling..
He'd laid inside the sleeping bag, strangely at peace despite the sleeplessness, lulled by the sound of the waves and savoring the quietness of the night, knowing that dawn would come soon, a new dawn, in more than one sense..
There had been one moment when he'd almost been tempted to get up and go build another fucking sand castle, just for the hell of it, just to prove that if one castle tumbled down into nothingness another could be built on the remains of the previous one...
But that would have meant getting out of the sleeping bag..
It would have meant moving away from the warm, delicious weight of the body slumped against his back, from the small puffs of breath that tickled his neck and felt like the promise of a touch..
And nothing in the world could induce him to do that, to move away from this man who'd shocked him into taking a chance at having feelings again.. It felt too right, too perfect to be in his arms.
He squinted at his wristwatch, the hands gleaming faintly in the scant, grayish light, and smiled. Almost six in the morning.. Time flies when you're enjoying yourself, he thought.
Squirming around inside a sleeping bag that, though roomy, was not really meant for two unless they were prepared to be very close, Sean managed to turn so that he faced a still sleeping Viggo.
Right, he smirked to himself, what now?.
This was the day after, the second date.. So.. what should he start with?
His senses, held in check for too long, were screaming at him to let them go, to let them explore this beautiful precious man, to let them know him in that special way that only senses can do.
Sean studied Viggo's face, marvelling at how different Vig looked when he was asleep. His face looked innocent, relaxed.. Gone was the vibrant intensity that was always there when he was awake.
He seemed younger, vulnerable almost.
Sean exhaled softly and moved closer, close enough that he could smell Viggo's skin, the faint trace of woodsmoke still clinging to his long dark hair, the sweetish lingering smell of the sunscreen Vig must have put on when he'd got to the beach yesterday.
Hesitantly, almost shyly, he reached out and touched Viggo's face, scraping his fingertips across the dark Aragorn beard to find in the middle of it the unexpected silkiness of his lips. He stroked the pad of his thumb across the bottom lip, that bottom lip that had Boromir hypnothized and breathless in every scene the steward had with Aragorn.. Sean could now admit that, something he'd been denying to himself from the very start.
Under the caress Viggo's lips moved, as if to capture the intruding touch, then parted in a soft sigh as he slowly surfaced from sleep.
The blue eyes opened, looking almost babyish in their innocent, sleepy confusion, then focused and became sharper and more brilliant as they took in Sean, his face so close that their breaths were mingling.
"Morning.." Viggo whispered, his usual soft drawl sounding rusty, as if producing sounds was something his throat had forgotten how to do during the night.
"Morning yourself.. It's a nice morning.." Sean murmured softly.
"Is it?" Viggo asked distractedly. "Oh yes, I can see that.. It's a wonderful morning, I haven't seen such a gorgeous morning in ages.." he went on, answering his own question before Sean could do, though he could not really know what the morning looked like because his eyes had never left Sean's face.
"You know," Sean went on coyly. "It's a new day, it's a new date.. So.. What would you like first, coffee or a 'good morning sunshine' kiss?"
Viggo looked definitely a lot more awake and alert at Sean's offer.
"Come here, sunshine," his voice was still low and husky but there was no hesitation in it. "Let me say good morning to you the proper way, the way I wanted to say good night last night.."
He reached out to curl his fingers around the back of Sean's neck and pulled him close until their lips were brushing tantalizingly across each other.
"So.. Are you sure?" Viggo asked softly, almost breathing the words directly into Sean's mouth.
Sean pressed his lips for a moment against Viggo's lips before drawing back an inch so that he could let Viggo see his smile and so that his words would come out clearer.
"Yes, I am sure. I was sure last night already.. Deep down inside me I was probably sure a long time ago, possibly the very first time we met and touched each other. But I let my fears take control of me. I owe you for that, for having myself back, for having a life back."
Viggo shook his head.
"Sean, this is not an accountant's ledger, let's make it something where there is no owing, where there is only giving.."
Sean nodded and smiled, a smile so dazzling it rivalled the faint line of golden sunshine that was slowly appearing along the horizon, marking the point where sun and and sea and sky were joining.
"Giving.." he murmured in a voice that flowed the way warm, dry sand runs between one's fingers. "Yes, I need what only you can give me, what will complete my way back and make the sand castle stand up like solid stone. And I'll give you all that I have to give, all that I am able to build.."
With a soft groan of emotion Viggo closed the small distance between their faces and brought their lips together, licking the seam of Sean's lips until they parted and his tongue came out to look for Viggo's tongue, so that they could tell each other in their own way all that remained to be said.
When they broke apart, minutes might have passed, or hours, time had ceased to have a meaning. The sun was still only slowly growing on the horizon, yet they felt dazzled by a burning brightness.
Viggo smiled, that shy brilliant smile he had sometimes that seemed to say I know a secret and you're in it...
"I knew kissing you would be like this, like liquid sunshine.." he whispered softly.
Sean shook his head almost shyly. "I have no words to say what you make me feel, I'm no poet, but if you take me I think I will find a way to speak to you even if I cannot find the right words."
"You are already speaking, Sean," Viggo replied tenderly, his fingertips tracing Sean's face as if sculpting it into his memory. "But I do need to hear more, I need to know what it is that you want to tell me.. And there's things I want to say too, things that are beyond words.."
"Want you.." Sean said, offering words that were naked and simple in their very basic need.
Viggo nodded, for once at a loss for words himself, and raised himself up from the sleeping bag to crawl to his backpack and crawl back, carrying a condom and a bottle of sunscreen. He dropped them on a corner of the sleeping bag and quickly skinned out of the t-shirt and shorts he'd been sleeping in. Then he sat on his heels naked and looking like a sun god in the first rays of the rising sun as he waited for Sean to get naked too.
Sean suddenly felt shy as he took off his t-shirt and boxers, intimidated by the intensity of Viggo's gaze, by the way the sun, still low on the horizon, seemed to turn Viggo's body into a bronze statue, waiting to be worshipped.
Then Viggo smiled, his eyes travelling the length of Sean's body with love and longing, and the statue became alive, became a man.
A man that moved close and gently pushed Sean down on the sleeping bag, a man with skilled loving hands that traced Sean's body as if it was a treasured gift he'd just been given, a man with a hungry mouth that made every place it touched on Sean's body become hungry too.
Sean knew that the sounds he was hearing were coming from himself.. The soft moans each time Viggo reached one of his more sensitive areas, the small whimpers when he moved away from it..
Liquid sunshine..
Viggo's words echoed in his mind and he shivered with pleasure and emotion.
"Need you, want you.." Sean whispered, his fingers tangling into the tousled dark hair, urging him up, filled with an irresistible need to read Viggo's face, to see written on it the same desire and arousal he was feeling, wanting to see himself reflected there.
He tugged until Viggo's mouth slowly traced a path up Sean's chest and Viggo raised his head panting softly, a faint flush on his cheekbones.
Sean searched the clear blue eyes and smiled, having found what he was looking for.. Yes, he was there.. Viggo's Sean.
Viggo had only the time to whisper softly Sean's name, then Sean cupped Viggo's face in the palm of his hands and reached up to kiss him, long and deep, feeling his need rise, slow and inexorable like the sun rising from the grayness of dawn and painting the world again with colors and brightness.
He lifted his hips from the ground, pressing into Viggo's body, rocking their hips together, wordlessly speaking of his need with his body, with his eyes.
Viggo nodded, biting his bottom lip at the excruciatingly pleasurable sensation of the two hard cocks cradled between their bellies and rubbing against each other, and reached for the condom, drawing back to sheath himself quickly, eager for more, reluctant to break the contact.
"Only giving.." he whispered huskily as he nudged Sean's thighs apart and slowly pushed two slicked fingers inside him.
Sean tensed, barely able to hold himself still, hands curling into fists. Words were suddenly crowding his throat.. more, please, want you in me.. and slow, please, it's been a long time.. But he bit them back, they were not necessary, Viggo knew, and the fists unfurled into open palms and reached out to Viggo.
And Viggo did know as he gently twisted his fingers inside Sean and bent his head low so that he could drop kisses on Sean's belly, trace with the tip of his tongue the length of his cock, murmur soothing nothings against its satiny skin until the grip on his fingers became hungry instead of pained, until he could feel pleasure beginning to build up under his stroking fingertips and knew that more would be welcome and that his long wait for Sean was coming to its end.
The fingers withdrew and went to smooth some of the sweetish smelling sunscreen on Viggo's sheated erection.
"Are your ready?" Viggo asked the question once again, in all the meanings it could have, giving Sean once again the choice, though the tension and arousal on his face belied the question itself and the soft voice in which it had been asked.
"Stop asking, Viggo, feel it, let me show it.." Sean pulled Viggo close and his hand went to stroke Viggo's cock, guiding it and pushing himself down on it. "This is the time for giving..."
"Yes.." Viggo whispered huskily, thrusting in slowly, prepared to stop at the first sign of discomfort in Sean but seeing only joy and desire on his face.
"You feel so good.." Sean whispered back as Viggo moved in and out, always so very slowly that each feeling was magnified and every second seemed to expand in time and space. "So dazzling.."
Viggo managed a smile and bent low to kiss Sean, slipping his hand between their two bodies so that he could fill his palm with the burning hardness of Sean's cock.
As he felt Viggo's fingers closing around his erection and rubbing it against the warm hairy flesh of his belly Sean whimpered into the kiss and tore his mouth away with a small gasp.
"Giving.." he moaned, coming with a soft strangled cry, his body arching and rippling like the waves under the rising sun.
"Giving.." Viggo echoed, as with one last thrust he joined Sean and came, feeling a sun-like brightness explode from their bodies.
Later, cleaned and curled back again into each other's arms in the sleeping bag, they watched the waves shimmering under the sun.
"You are like those waves," Sean murmured, kissing the arm wrapped possessively around his chest and rubbing his cheek against it. "Gentle and powerful and unstoppable."
Viggo laughed softly and kissed Sean's ear.
"I could not let you stop me. I believed in this.. in us.. too much not to try getting through to you, to allow your past to shadow your life the way it was doing. Sean, you're my sand castle, I will make sure I'll never harm you.."
"I know, I told you I would trust you with my own life, and I mean it. Viggo.." Sean's voice hesitated for a moment and he twisted in Viggo's arms until he could see his face.
"How many more dates before it is right and proper for me to say I love you?"Sean asked, the sun shining in his eyes when Viggo's arms tightened around him and his mouth gave him the answer.
