Roleplay fic: Spam
May. 14th, 2005 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moldavaThis was written is part of an ongoing roleplay between ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
just_viggo and just_sean.
Some of you may remember a previous section having to do with a phone call *g* that was posted a while ago by my lovely writing partnerliars_dance.
As the previous piece, it stands on its own.
Title: Spam
Authors:liars_dance and moldava
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: they're not ours, regretfully
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
With a stretch and a yawn Sean rolls around to look out of the window at the sky. He must have slept into the afternoon, he thinks as he realizes how the light has changed, and Viggo is not in bed anymore.. must have got up earlier.
He rubs his hand across his stubbly chin and remembers that he still has to shave. Then he grins. At this point it can wait until tomorrow... What was it that Viggo had said earlier about his cropped Macbeth beard? There had been a weird sparkle in his eyes when they'd talked about it..
With a smile on his face he gets up and slips into a pair of worn jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, then he goes looking for Viggo.
Having finished all he wanted on his small watercolour, Viggo sits in badly frayed jeans and nothing else in his cool airy studio. He stares at the computer screen in puzzlement, his paint spattered fingers still on the keyboard and mouse as he tries to work out who it is who's sent him all these emails. Hell, he didn't think anyone had his email address other than Henry and Hopper - not even Bean - but only because he hadn't needed to. Brow furrowed and biting his lip, he clicks the first one - titled 'the mighty cucumber lives again' just as he hears Sean's footsteps in the hall.
"Hey," he calls softly, "I'm in here... come on in sleepy, and gimme a kiss..." Only then does he look back at the screen.
Following the call, Sean steps into a room that seems to be all windows, with a sweeping view of green fields and smoky blue mountains.
Viggo is sitting in front of a computer screen and Sean walks up to him, to wrap his arms around him and bury his face into his neck, breathing in the distinctive scent of skin and paint that is so very Viggo and makes him shiver with delight.
"Sorry I slept so late, love. Guess these old bones of mine needed to catch up on some rest. Have you been working?"
Viggo smiles and leans back against Sean's body with a contented sigh. Christ, it's so good to have him here...
"No need to apologise for your body doing what it needed," he whispers, arching his head back to try and look up at Sean. "And yeah, I've been painting. Now I'm trying to work out who's been sending me emails about cucumbers... was wondering if it was one of those seed catalogue things..." He clicks open the message.
"What the fuck?"
Feeling Viggo's shoulders tense under his hands, Sean leans forward to peer at the screen.
I've been using your product for 4 months now. I've increased my length from 2 inches to nearly 12 inches. Your product has saved my sex life.-Matt, FL
Pleasure your partner every time with a bigger, longer, stronger Cucumber
Realistic gains quickly
www.turbocucumber.com
to be a stud press here
He reads once, twice, then he throws his head back and laughs.
Viggo continues to look at the screen, trying to imagine what kind of product could possible do that.
"Well, I'm glad you find it funny," he says, his lips pouting a little. "But I want to know who sent it... I mean, I wasn't aware that I needed mine to be any bigger, stronger or longer... is there something you ain't telling me, Bean?"
Sean's arms tighten around Viggo's chest but he can't suppress the chuckling.
"Don't pout like that, love, it only makes me want to kiss you even more than I usually do. You've no idea.. the things I want to do to that bottom lip of yours.." he sighs, fingers stroking through the soft chest hair.
"And it isn't me who sent that trash, Vig. How can you think that? That's spam, you know."
Viggo relaxes a little against Sean's chest, enjoying the contact and images of things being done to his bottom lip - he could never understand the attraction of that bit of his anatomy...
"I didn't really think you did," he says softly, lifting his hand from the keyboard to the side of Sean's face. "But spam?" he repeats questioningly. "Ain't that some kind of tinned meat?"
"What planet are you from, Vig? Spam is.. spam.." Sean stares in disbelief at the upturned face, but he can see in those blue eyes just how clueless Viggo is about this.
"Yes, spam is a kind of tinned meat. I practically lived on that when I was down at the RADA.. But it's also come to mean trash mail, unsolicited mail.. You'll want to be careful and put up some kind of filter on that mailbox of yours. Once these people have your address they'll deluge you with messages.. Is this the only one you got?"
Viggo's nose screws up as he tries to imagine a life filled with tinned meat whilst closing that message and looking at others in his inbox. He sighs, strangely disturbed by these messages and wondering who it was that gave these people his email address...
"Looks like I got a whole load more," he says softly. "So someone must think I need help in that part of my life - I'm starting to get paranoid about this. I mean... look at this one... Become a stud in bed, grow three inches and make it fat - what the fuck is all this?" He purses his lips some more. "And filter? What the fuck's a filter?"
Sean stares entranced at the way Viggo's face scrunches up mirroring his thoughts in a way that makes him want to bite his nose. But he can see that somehow these spam messages are bothering Viggo much more than they should and that he's taking them as something personal, not as spam.
"Vig, love, you're not to take these messages like they're addressed to you - to you personally.. God only knows how many hundreds of thousands of them these people have sent out. Vig, you're already a stud in bed, how can you doubt that? You've got women wetting their panties just by looking at you.. You've got me getting hard just looking at you.."
Viggo can't help but smile at Sean's words. "You're only saying that to make me feel better," he says softly, relaxing a little against Sean's chest. His eyes however remain fixed on the screen as he scrolls down to the next few messages and clicks the mouse with his paint spattered fingers. Similar suggestions to improve his sex life flash up on the screen.
"Ah, fuck - they're all the same," he murmurs. "And okay, maybe they're not personal but I still don't see how they got my email address..."
Sean shifts a bit forward, as if to encourage Viggo to relax against him. His fingers wander idly on Viggo's chest.. seeking to soothe, to distract..
"Everyone gets spam, love, and we would all like to know how the little fuckers get hold of our addresses.. You probably used this address to register for access to some website or other, not necessarily having to do with porn. Has my Viggo been visiting naughty websites while I was away?" he croons softly, playing with chest hair and accidentally brushing a nipple.
Viggo takes a sharp intake of breath and he struggles to sit up, aggrieved by Sean's teasing. But his teasing fingers are making it and his nipples very hard...
"No!" he whispers hoarsely, shaking his head - hurt that Sean could think he'd do something like that, "I haven't. I didn't have time to do anything between missing you and looking after Henry and missing you and shopping. Besides, I don't need crap like that - I just close my eyes and think of you..."
"Silly.. I know that you wouldn't do that, I was just teasing you, trying to take your mind off those mails.. Now close your eyes and think of me.. Close your eyes, Vig, and think of me.. Good, just like that.. Now tell me.. What is it that you're seeing?" Sean's words are soft, like silk whispering to Viggo's senses, and his fingers are not moving so aimlessly anymore. There is a pattern, one that brings them to connect with Viggo's nipples again and again, then move down his chest to stroke the skin above the waistband of his pants.
Viggo squirms languidly against Sean's chest, relaxing into his warm strength and purring under his touch.
"I can see your fingers, warm and sure - moving on me. You're smiling. I know you love me - I know you want me... It feels so good."
The feel of Sean's fingertips on his nipples are making gooseflesh spread across his chest and down his arms and belly. He sucks in a breath as those teasing fingers trail near the fastenings of his pants. Viggo opens his eyes.
"Kiss me," he whispers, not sure if he has actually said the words out loud.
Sean looks down into darkened eyes and his hands move up to cradle the upturned face, the most arresting face he's ever seen, the only face he always wants to see.
He bends down and his teeth capture Viggo's bottom lip for a moment before he angles his mouth and deepens the kiss.
His whole body tingling with arousal and anticipation, Viggo's eyes flutter closed the minute Sean's lips touch his. Suddenly the rest of the studio, the computer and the damned email all just fade away and the softest of moans rumbles up from Viggo's chest as he opens his mouth to welcome Sean's lips and tongue.
Viggo's moan is like a small earthquake, making his throat shake under Sean's fingers and travelling through Sean's fingertips up his body with a devastating force. He tingles all over, nerve endings shooting sparks as his tongue tastes Viggo, drinks him like a rare vintage to be savoured, forgetting all else.
Do you know what you're doing to me? the kiss seems to ask.. How can you doubt that you're so hot you're making me burn?
With a whimper, Viggo breaks the kiss and turns, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms round Sean's neck. He grins and licks his lips, pulling Sean away from the sight of the computer screen.
"Wonderful kiss - uncomfortable position for us old men," he murmurs, brushing his lips against Sean's. "Let’s try it again - away from that screen. Someone maybe watching us..."
Sean can't help laughing at the thought of the email senders watching them through the screen but allows Viggo to pull him away.
"We should stay right in front of the screen and give them a good show," he chuckles softly. "That way they'd know that their.. offers of assistance.. are not needed. The mighty cucumber can do very well on his own or so I've heard say.."
"Too fucking right he can," Viggo growls, pushing Sean down onto the low paper strewn couch that occupies a space by the wall. Unable to stop a smile from curling his lips, he looks down at Sean and begins to slowly unfasten his jeans, pulling down the zipper bit by bit until the head of his erection is revealed. He looks down at the already glistening tip and then back up at Sean.
"So I've heard say, be damned," he murmurs. "Reckon it's time you experienced the power and performance of the mighty cucumber, Sean - don't you?"
"High time indeed.." Sean purrs, his eyes never leaving Viggo and the slow, taunting progress of the zipper while he squirms on the couch and grabs handfuls of papers, carelessly pushing them down on the floor and out of the way.
"Reckon it's time indeed.. I can see that you've got something growing and growing fast in those pants, Vig, I think it might be dangerous to keep it trapped in there. Take them off and come here so that I can check what's happening.." Sean's voice is husky and his own jeans show signs of having grown too tight.
Viggo smiles, his eyes glittering and locked with Sean's as he finishes unfastening his jeans and slides them down his thighs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside as he approaches the couch.
"You seem to have something growing there yourself," he whispers, dropping to his knees at the side of the couch. "Better let it out before it does some harm..." Warm fingers push Sean's t- shirt up his chest. "Take this off," he growls as he quickly flips the button on Sean's pants and tugs the zipper down.
"Guess it must be that dynamo thing one of the emails was talking about.. though I have no clue as to how it got into my pants.." Sean tries to sound innocent but the smirk that cannot be seen as he's pulling his t-shirt off is obvious in his voice until a strangled moan cuts him off.
Viggo is stroking the hair at the base of his cock and Sean's hips lift of their own accord from the couch to follow the warm, callused fingers.
"I just love it when you make noises like that," Viggo murmurs, pushing his fingers slowly through the soft wiry hair and helping Sean discard his t-shirt with his free hand. "I used to dream of touching you - Bean, the sex god - and making you moan..." Viggo stops his exploration to pull Sean's jeans off, then looks into his eyes.
"Roll on your belly," he says softly, teasing fingers slipping between Sean's legs. "I want to put my tongue inside you..."
Sean's breath stops and heat flares low in his groin, making his nerves prickle and his skin flush. He whimpers and his eyes remain locked with Viggo's for a moment before he rolls on his belly and buries his face into his arm, knowing he will need something to bite into, something to muffle his cries.
"No need to dream anymore, Vig, we have the real thing now.. Please.." he whispers into the cushions, bending a knee to make room for Viggo.
Viggo watches mesmerised as Sean moves his body, but the whispered 'please' makes him bite his lip and close his eyes tight. His whole body is shaking with love and desire and he releases his breath on a sigh. "Yes, love," he murmurs in reply, kneeling behind Sean on the couch, hands stroking across the warm flesh of his buttocks. He leans down, first nuzzling the small of Sean's back, then moving his mouth downwards until his lips are brushing the top of Sean's cleft.
"God, you smell and taste so good," Viggo whispers, warm breath huffing across Sean's skin as he gently parts the pale orbs of muscle. Then with a groan, he licks down the cleft with one broad swipe of his tongue.
Sean wonders at how sensitive his skin seems to have become. He can feel the faint touch of Viggo's warm breath ghosting down his back and shivers in anticipation. When strong fingers connect with his buttocks his hips move, begging for more. When Viggo's mouth descends on him, the combination of silky lips, stubble and wet tongue is enough to make him moan desperately.
This is so much more than even his wildest dreams could imagine..
"Yes," Viggo murmurs, rolling the tip of his tongue round Sean's puckered hole, "so good... And I'm gonna make this so good for you..."
With a sigh, he presses Sean's bucking hips into the couch and brushes his open mouth and tongue over the ring, wetting it with saliva... "Yes," he repeats, his voice muffled now, but his heart thundering in his chest so loud now, he's sure Sean can hear it..
"Love you..." he growls and pushes his tongue slowly inside Sean's body.
Sean is about to comment on the lunacy of anyone thinking Viggo might need pointers via email on how to keep his partner satisfied when Viggo's tongue spears him making him buck and thrash on the couch, pressed down into the soft cushions by the hands holding him pinned.
"Vig.. oh god.."
Viggo feels a surge of achievement, almost triumph, knowing that he's giving pleasure to this golden vision beneath him - Sean Bean - his love... his man... Viggo groans softly and rubs his aching cock against Sean's thigh as he breathes in his scent. Too much, way too much...
"Yes, god," he murmurs shakily and begins to tongue fuck Sean, slow and deep.
The sounds are coming steadily now, sounds that tell of how Sean is torn between the pleasure Viggo is giving him with his tongue and the knowledge that this will only make him want more and more and that there is no release, not until Vig will give him something else, something that is pressing into the inside of his leg, hot and hard and wet..
His own cock feels heavy, burning.. He knows he's probably leaking into Viggo's couch but he can't bring himself to care. He moans and bites into his arm to keep from pleading.
Viggo can feel and hear Sean's need now... a need that more than matches his own. So much for super stud status, he thinks... But who could resist noises like that? With a rough moan he pulls back and fists his needy and leaking cock, spreading the fluid before lining himself up.
"Fuck, I need you," he gasps, "don't think I've ever needed you more..." Viggo pauses, his breath laboured, then with a low growl, pushes his cock deep into Sean's body. The gripping heat makes him cry out in wonder and pleasure, his neck arching back.
"Sean!"
The growl is echoed by Sean as his body clenches hungrily around Viggo's shaft. He welcomes the sudden stretch, he needs it, just like Viggo said. He craves the feel of hair brushing his sensitized skin, the feel of strong fingers holding his hips in place.
"Same here.. you touch me and I can't think of anything else.." he pants, trying to lift himself up a few inches, those few inches that will bring Viggo even deeper and will enable him to reach his own cock.
Viggo shudders, his fingers gripping Sean's lifting hips and he rocks in and out, slow and slick and deep, a low prolonged growl of need leaving his lips.
Oh this is so good, so fucking good... he thinks and he's almost purring with pleasure as he lowers his head to nip and suck at the salty sweet skin at the nape of Sean's neck. "Love you," he murmurs, as one hand leaves Sean's hip to brace his weight on the bed. "So good - so hot - so close..."
God, the way Viggo sounds.. That purr and the sharp nip into his neck travel to his cock like bolts of lightning, incinerating everything on their path.
"Vig.. please.. take me with you.." he pleads, desperately pushing himself into the thrusting body while he roughly palms his cock, bringing himself to the edge and trying to hold there until Viggo tells him he can let go.
There's just something about the way that Sean says please that does it. "God, yes..." He'd take him anywhere - go anywhere... Viggo sighs as suddenly the hot grip of Sean's body around his cock becomes too much. He starts to shudder and he can feel the sweat pricking his scalp and starting to run... "God... Sean..."
Then his climax hits as hard an express train, and he cries out as his body slams hard into Sean, pushing them both down into the couch.
"Vig.. yes.."
Two words and Sean is free. Free with Viggo grinding him into the couch and filling him so deep he can almost taste him. Free with his cock pressed between his palm and his belly as he comes hard, hard enough to cry Viggo's name in desperate exultance. So much.. so much love and pleasure..
Viggo lies panting on top of Sean, their bodies sticky and slick with sweat. He feels so unco-ordinated that even lifting a hand from the couch is a struggle, but he manages it and pushes his fingers into Sean's damp hair - stroking his scalp - wanting to feel, needing to touch.
"Love you," he manages breathlessly, his voice a hoarse whisper as he presses his lips against Sean's neck. "You're my breath, my life..."
Sean can only turn his head in the hope that Viggo's lips will move up. Right now he wants to see his eyes like he's never wanted anything in his life.. And he wants Viggo to see his face, to read the pleasure, the love, the sharing.. Nothing, nothing has ever been like this, felt like this, touched him like this..
"Love you, and you make the word new, it's never meant before what it means with you.." he whispers back, reaching for Viggo's free hand and bringing it to his neck, cradling it against his hot, damp skin, hanging on to it like a lifeline.
Viggo closes his eyes against the surge of emotion that's flowing through him and he tries to swallow the large lump that's appeared in his throat. With a sigh he grips Sean's head, turning it towards him as he moves his mouth round the angle of Sean's jaw in a row of butterfly kisses, loving the feel of his bristly jaw against his lips.
"I don't want to move out of you," he murmurs thickly, "but I need to hold you and look at you more..."
"Can't have both, and I want both.. Having you is making me greedy, the more I have you the more I want you.." Sean purrs, every atom of his body feeling boneless and contented in a way that makes him think he'll never be able to get up from this couch.
"You know, I wish I could answer those emails, tell them what it's like.. But I don't really want to, don't want them to know.. You're mine.."
"I sure am," Viggo murmurs, moving back reluctantly with a sigh and letting his now softened cock slip slowly from Sean's body. He grasps Sean's shoulder and hip and pushes him gently onto his side against the back of the couch.
"Need to hold you," Viggo purrs, sliding his body down next to Sean so they're chest to chest, hip to hip. He smiles and wraps himself around Sean, nuzzling into his neck.
With a pleased sigh Sean pulls Viggo close, sliding a knee between his legs and fitting them together. He brushes his cheek against tousled hair and just lets the wonder of it all sink in.. the feeling of warm silky flesh under his hands, the scent of Viggo's skin.. the way his hammering heart slows down bit by bit into a sated sense of wellbeing.
"You know, love, considering that this was my first day in Idaho it looks like we kept pretty busy.."
Viggo chuckles and lifts his head, his blue gaze focusing in on and raking the features of Sean's face. "Yeah, reckon we did, Bean - and the day's not over yet," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Sean's chin.
"I was kind of thinking about painting you... and there's steak in the refrigerator... We could have a barbecue later and eat outside. Cause the sunsets here are incredible..."
"Right, the day's not over yet.." Sean grins, liking the way that sounded and offering his lips for a kiss.
"Did you get real steak and not one of those soy things?" he asks, fingers idly tracing letters on Viggo's back. "If it's a real steak and a real sunset we're talking about I'll let you paint me.."
Viggo pulls back sharply, his lips pouting. "Oh my, you sure know how to hurt a man... Of course it's real steak - and if you don't start showing some appreciation, Bean, I won't tell you what else I got for you while I was waiting all those lonely hours for you to get here..." He pauses, unable to stop a small smile from curling his lips. Then his eyes soften and the smile fades as he looks into Sean's face.
"Christ, you're beautiful..."
"Pout like that and we're not moving from this couch until tomorrow at the earliest.." Sean growls as he watches how the different emotions play on Viggo's face.. the pout that makes him want to devour those lips, the mischievous smile, the softening of those crystal-clear eyes. Beautiful.. yes.. but there's so much more than just beauty here in front of him..
"Love you, Vig.. I'm glad we never gave up on each other.."
"Can't even think of not being with you now," Viggo says softly. "Funny how you convince yourself that something isn't gonna happen, but you still keep dreaming - you still can't let it go..." He sighs and settles in close again, rubbing his cheek against Sean's two-day beard.
"And having you here is just amazing," Viggo bites gently at Sean's chin. "I've kinda dreamed about using this couch..."
"Oh.. have you now?" Sean asks almost coyly as he cards his fingers through Viggo's hair. The thought of this man he's wanted for so long, dreaming of him on this couch where they're now lying together is enough to make him want to purr and hold him forever.
"Anything you would like to share?" he winks, rubbing his bristly chin into the skin of Viggo's neck.
Viggo chuckles. "What? Tell you all my innermost fantasies?" Viggo asks, his voice a soft growl. "No way... well, not all at once..." he says with a smile, pressing close to Sean and pressing him into the back of the couch. "But I will tell you that I want you to pose on this couch for me sometime real soon..."
"Well, you needn't necessarily tell me, but maybe you could show me? That is when we'll have both caught our breath, and had that steak you've been dangling before my nose and I've watched one of those beautiful Idaho sunsets with you wrapped in my arms?" Sean suggests, squirming eagerly between Viggo and the back of the couch in a way that makes sure their bodies connect in all sort of nice ways.
"Hmmm.... sounds good to me," Viggo replies, stroking his palms down Sean's chest and belly until they rest on his hips. "Except of course that we'd have to move from here... but I reckon that wouldn't be too bad a thing - cause it's a damn fine steak..." He grins and leans in to capture Sean's lips in a slow kiss then pulls back suddenly, his eyes large and his face flushing with embarrassment.
"Fuck... I kinda forgot where I had my tongue," he says softly. "Sorry."
"Vig, I don't give a fuck where you tongue was as long as it was somewhere on me. I can think of lots worse places it could have been.." Sean frowns, remembering how he used to obsess during LOTR shooting imagining Viggo fancied some other cast member or people in the staff. The times when he'd been a hair's breadth away from physically removing Orlando from the trailer - with a solid kick in his bone arse - or slamming the door shut in Craig's face.
Just the memory of those days is enough to make him pull Viggo close and hold him in a tight, possessive hug.
Viggo sighs, his body almost melting into Sean's, yet sensing some uncertainty or something in the sudden fierce embrace. "Hey..." he whispers, "I'm not going anywhere - except maybe to the kitchen for a couple of beers and to put a match under the barbecue," he says with a chuckle. However, at the same time he returns the hug for a few moments, his eyes closed tight.
"I mean it," he says, voice softer now. He pulls back and lifts Sean's chin with his fingers. "I'm not going anywhere without you - ever again - okay? Now, if you don't mind where my tongue's been - and I sure don't - kiss me - and then we'll go eat..."
"Okay, but even if it should happen again that one of us needs to rush away for a family problem now we know that we can do it and that the other can follow. It matters, Vig, to know we can be in both worlds and be together in both worlds.." Sean murmurs, framing Viggo's face with his hands and leaning in to kiss him, a sweet kiss that makes him feel like he's pouring his very soul into Viggo.
"Now about that steak... can we have french fries with it?" he asks with a smile.
just_viggo and just_sean. Some of you may remember a previous section having to do with a phone call *g* that was posted a while ago by my lovely writing partner
liars_dance.As the previous piece, it stands on its own.
Title: Spam
Authors:
liars_dance and moldavaPairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: they're not ours, regretfully
Archive: Rugbytackling; Green Opals
With a stretch and a yawn Sean rolls around to look out of the window at the sky. He must have slept into the afternoon, he thinks as he realizes how the light has changed, and Viggo is not in bed anymore.. must have got up earlier.
He rubs his hand across his stubbly chin and remembers that he still has to shave. Then he grins. At this point it can wait until tomorrow... What was it that Viggo had said earlier about his cropped Macbeth beard? There had been a weird sparkle in his eyes when they'd talked about it..
With a smile on his face he gets up and slips into a pair of worn jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, then he goes looking for Viggo.
Having finished all he wanted on his small watercolour, Viggo sits in badly frayed jeans and nothing else in his cool airy studio. He stares at the computer screen in puzzlement, his paint spattered fingers still on the keyboard and mouse as he tries to work out who it is who's sent him all these emails. Hell, he didn't think anyone had his email address other than Henry and Hopper - not even Bean - but only because he hadn't needed to. Brow furrowed and biting his lip, he clicks the first one - titled 'the mighty cucumber lives again' just as he hears Sean's footsteps in the hall.
"Hey," he calls softly, "I'm in here... come on in sleepy, and gimme a kiss..." Only then does he look back at the screen.
Following the call, Sean steps into a room that seems to be all windows, with a sweeping view of green fields and smoky blue mountains.
Viggo is sitting in front of a computer screen and Sean walks up to him, to wrap his arms around him and bury his face into his neck, breathing in the distinctive scent of skin and paint that is so very Viggo and makes him shiver with delight.
"Sorry I slept so late, love. Guess these old bones of mine needed to catch up on some rest. Have you been working?"
Viggo smiles and leans back against Sean's body with a contented sigh. Christ, it's so good to have him here...
"No need to apologise for your body doing what it needed," he whispers, arching his head back to try and look up at Sean. "And yeah, I've been painting. Now I'm trying to work out who's been sending me emails about cucumbers... was wondering if it was one of those seed catalogue things..." He clicks open the message.
"What the fuck?"
Feeling Viggo's shoulders tense under his hands, Sean leans forward to peer at the screen.
I've been using your product for 4 months now. I've increased my length from 2 inches to nearly 12 inches. Your product has saved my sex life.-Matt, FL
Pleasure your partner every time with a bigger, longer, stronger Cucumber
Realistic gains quickly
www.turbocucumber.com
to be a stud press here
He reads once, twice, then he throws his head back and laughs.
Viggo continues to look at the screen, trying to imagine what kind of product could possible do that.
"Well, I'm glad you find it funny," he says, his lips pouting a little. "But I want to know who sent it... I mean, I wasn't aware that I needed mine to be any bigger, stronger or longer... is there something you ain't telling me, Bean?"
Sean's arms tighten around Viggo's chest but he can't suppress the chuckling.
"Don't pout like that, love, it only makes me want to kiss you even more than I usually do. You've no idea.. the things I want to do to that bottom lip of yours.." he sighs, fingers stroking through the soft chest hair.
"And it isn't me who sent that trash, Vig. How can you think that? That's spam, you know."
Viggo relaxes a little against Sean's chest, enjoying the contact and images of things being done to his bottom lip - he could never understand the attraction of that bit of his anatomy...
"I didn't really think you did," he says softly, lifting his hand from the keyboard to the side of Sean's face. "But spam?" he repeats questioningly. "Ain't that some kind of tinned meat?"
"What planet are you from, Vig? Spam is.. spam.." Sean stares in disbelief at the upturned face, but he can see in those blue eyes just how clueless Viggo is about this.
"Yes, spam is a kind of tinned meat. I practically lived on that when I was down at the RADA.. But it's also come to mean trash mail, unsolicited mail.. You'll want to be careful and put up some kind of filter on that mailbox of yours. Once these people have your address they'll deluge you with messages.. Is this the only one you got?"
Viggo's nose screws up as he tries to imagine a life filled with tinned meat whilst closing that message and looking at others in his inbox. He sighs, strangely disturbed by these messages and wondering who it was that gave these people his email address...
"Looks like I got a whole load more," he says softly. "So someone must think I need help in that part of my life - I'm starting to get paranoid about this. I mean... look at this one... Become a stud in bed, grow three inches and make it fat - what the fuck is all this?" He purses his lips some more. "And filter? What the fuck's a filter?"
Sean stares entranced at the way Viggo's face scrunches up mirroring his thoughts in a way that makes him want to bite his nose. But he can see that somehow these spam messages are bothering Viggo much more than they should and that he's taking them as something personal, not as spam.
"Vig, love, you're not to take these messages like they're addressed to you - to you personally.. God only knows how many hundreds of thousands of them these people have sent out. Vig, you're already a stud in bed, how can you doubt that? You've got women wetting their panties just by looking at you.. You've got me getting hard just looking at you.."
Viggo can't help but smile at Sean's words. "You're only saying that to make me feel better," he says softly, relaxing a little against Sean's chest. His eyes however remain fixed on the screen as he scrolls down to the next few messages and clicks the mouse with his paint spattered fingers. Similar suggestions to improve his sex life flash up on the screen.
"Ah, fuck - they're all the same," he murmurs. "And okay, maybe they're not personal but I still don't see how they got my email address..."
Sean shifts a bit forward, as if to encourage Viggo to relax against him. His fingers wander idly on Viggo's chest.. seeking to soothe, to distract..
"Everyone gets spam, love, and we would all like to know how the little fuckers get hold of our addresses.. You probably used this address to register for access to some website or other, not necessarily having to do with porn. Has my Viggo been visiting naughty websites while I was away?" he croons softly, playing with chest hair and accidentally brushing a nipple.
Viggo takes a sharp intake of breath and he struggles to sit up, aggrieved by Sean's teasing. But his teasing fingers are making it and his nipples very hard...
"No!" he whispers hoarsely, shaking his head - hurt that Sean could think he'd do something like that, "I haven't. I didn't have time to do anything between missing you and looking after Henry and missing you and shopping. Besides, I don't need crap like that - I just close my eyes and think of you..."
"Silly.. I know that you wouldn't do that, I was just teasing you, trying to take your mind off those mails.. Now close your eyes and think of me.. Close your eyes, Vig, and think of me.. Good, just like that.. Now tell me.. What is it that you're seeing?" Sean's words are soft, like silk whispering to Viggo's senses, and his fingers are not moving so aimlessly anymore. There is a pattern, one that brings them to connect with Viggo's nipples again and again, then move down his chest to stroke the skin above the waistband of his pants.
Viggo squirms languidly against Sean's chest, relaxing into his warm strength and purring under his touch.
"I can see your fingers, warm and sure - moving on me. You're smiling. I know you love me - I know you want me... It feels so good."
The feel of Sean's fingertips on his nipples are making gooseflesh spread across his chest and down his arms and belly. He sucks in a breath as those teasing fingers trail near the fastenings of his pants. Viggo opens his eyes.
"Kiss me," he whispers, not sure if he has actually said the words out loud.
Sean looks down into darkened eyes and his hands move up to cradle the upturned face, the most arresting face he's ever seen, the only face he always wants to see.
He bends down and his teeth capture Viggo's bottom lip for a moment before he angles his mouth and deepens the kiss.
His whole body tingling with arousal and anticipation, Viggo's eyes flutter closed the minute Sean's lips touch his. Suddenly the rest of the studio, the computer and the damned email all just fade away and the softest of moans rumbles up from Viggo's chest as he opens his mouth to welcome Sean's lips and tongue.
Viggo's moan is like a small earthquake, making his throat shake under Sean's fingers and travelling through Sean's fingertips up his body with a devastating force. He tingles all over, nerve endings shooting sparks as his tongue tastes Viggo, drinks him like a rare vintage to be savoured, forgetting all else.
Do you know what you're doing to me? the kiss seems to ask.. How can you doubt that you're so hot you're making me burn?
With a whimper, Viggo breaks the kiss and turns, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms round Sean's neck. He grins and licks his lips, pulling Sean away from the sight of the computer screen.
"Wonderful kiss - uncomfortable position for us old men," he murmurs, brushing his lips against Sean's. "Let’s try it again - away from that screen. Someone maybe watching us..."
Sean can't help laughing at the thought of the email senders watching them through the screen but allows Viggo to pull him away.
"We should stay right in front of the screen and give them a good show," he chuckles softly. "That way they'd know that their.. offers of assistance.. are not needed. The mighty cucumber can do very well on his own or so I've heard say.."
"Too fucking right he can," Viggo growls, pushing Sean down onto the low paper strewn couch that occupies a space by the wall. Unable to stop a smile from curling his lips, he looks down at Sean and begins to slowly unfasten his jeans, pulling down the zipper bit by bit until the head of his erection is revealed. He looks down at the already glistening tip and then back up at Sean.
"So I've heard say, be damned," he murmurs. "Reckon it's time you experienced the power and performance of the mighty cucumber, Sean - don't you?"
"High time indeed.." Sean purrs, his eyes never leaving Viggo and the slow, taunting progress of the zipper while he squirms on the couch and grabs handfuls of papers, carelessly pushing them down on the floor and out of the way.
"Reckon it's time indeed.. I can see that you've got something growing and growing fast in those pants, Vig, I think it might be dangerous to keep it trapped in there. Take them off and come here so that I can check what's happening.." Sean's voice is husky and his own jeans show signs of having grown too tight.
Viggo smiles, his eyes glittering and locked with Sean's as he finishes unfastening his jeans and slides them down his thighs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside as he approaches the couch.
"You seem to have something growing there yourself," he whispers, dropping to his knees at the side of the couch. "Better let it out before it does some harm..." Warm fingers push Sean's t- shirt up his chest. "Take this off," he growls as he quickly flips the button on Sean's pants and tugs the zipper down.
"Guess it must be that dynamo thing one of the emails was talking about.. though I have no clue as to how it got into my pants.." Sean tries to sound innocent but the smirk that cannot be seen as he's pulling his t-shirt off is obvious in his voice until a strangled moan cuts him off.
Viggo is stroking the hair at the base of his cock and Sean's hips lift of their own accord from the couch to follow the warm, callused fingers.
"I just love it when you make noises like that," Viggo murmurs, pushing his fingers slowly through the soft wiry hair and helping Sean discard his t-shirt with his free hand. "I used to dream of touching you - Bean, the sex god - and making you moan..." Viggo stops his exploration to pull Sean's jeans off, then looks into his eyes.
"Roll on your belly," he says softly, teasing fingers slipping between Sean's legs. "I want to put my tongue inside you..."
Sean's breath stops and heat flares low in his groin, making his nerves prickle and his skin flush. He whimpers and his eyes remain locked with Viggo's for a moment before he rolls on his belly and buries his face into his arm, knowing he will need something to bite into, something to muffle his cries.
"No need to dream anymore, Vig, we have the real thing now.. Please.." he whispers into the cushions, bending a knee to make room for Viggo.
Viggo watches mesmerised as Sean moves his body, but the whispered 'please' makes him bite his lip and close his eyes tight. His whole body is shaking with love and desire and he releases his breath on a sigh. "Yes, love," he murmurs in reply, kneeling behind Sean on the couch, hands stroking across the warm flesh of his buttocks. He leans down, first nuzzling the small of Sean's back, then moving his mouth downwards until his lips are brushing the top of Sean's cleft.
"God, you smell and taste so good," Viggo whispers, warm breath huffing across Sean's skin as he gently parts the pale orbs of muscle. Then with a groan, he licks down the cleft with one broad swipe of his tongue.
Sean wonders at how sensitive his skin seems to have become. He can feel the faint touch of Viggo's warm breath ghosting down his back and shivers in anticipation. When strong fingers connect with his buttocks his hips move, begging for more. When Viggo's mouth descends on him, the combination of silky lips, stubble and wet tongue is enough to make him moan desperately.
This is so much more than even his wildest dreams could imagine..
"Yes," Viggo murmurs, rolling the tip of his tongue round Sean's puckered hole, "so good... And I'm gonna make this so good for you..."
With a sigh, he presses Sean's bucking hips into the couch and brushes his open mouth and tongue over the ring, wetting it with saliva... "Yes," he repeats, his voice muffled now, but his heart thundering in his chest so loud now, he's sure Sean can hear it..
"Love you..." he growls and pushes his tongue slowly inside Sean's body.
Sean is about to comment on the lunacy of anyone thinking Viggo might need pointers via email on how to keep his partner satisfied when Viggo's tongue spears him making him buck and thrash on the couch, pressed down into the soft cushions by the hands holding him pinned.
"Vig.. oh god.."
Viggo feels a surge of achievement, almost triumph, knowing that he's giving pleasure to this golden vision beneath him - Sean Bean - his love... his man... Viggo groans softly and rubs his aching cock against Sean's thigh as he breathes in his scent. Too much, way too much...
"Yes, god," he murmurs shakily and begins to tongue fuck Sean, slow and deep.
The sounds are coming steadily now, sounds that tell of how Sean is torn between the pleasure Viggo is giving him with his tongue and the knowledge that this will only make him want more and more and that there is no release, not until Vig will give him something else, something that is pressing into the inside of his leg, hot and hard and wet..
His own cock feels heavy, burning.. He knows he's probably leaking into Viggo's couch but he can't bring himself to care. He moans and bites into his arm to keep from pleading.
Viggo can feel and hear Sean's need now... a need that more than matches his own. So much for super stud status, he thinks... But who could resist noises like that? With a rough moan he pulls back and fists his needy and leaking cock, spreading the fluid before lining himself up.
"Fuck, I need you," he gasps, "don't think I've ever needed you more..." Viggo pauses, his breath laboured, then with a low growl, pushes his cock deep into Sean's body. The gripping heat makes him cry out in wonder and pleasure, his neck arching back.
"Sean!"
The growl is echoed by Sean as his body clenches hungrily around Viggo's shaft. He welcomes the sudden stretch, he needs it, just like Viggo said. He craves the feel of hair brushing his sensitized skin, the feel of strong fingers holding his hips in place.
"Same here.. you touch me and I can't think of anything else.." he pants, trying to lift himself up a few inches, those few inches that will bring Viggo even deeper and will enable him to reach his own cock.
Viggo shudders, his fingers gripping Sean's lifting hips and he rocks in and out, slow and slick and deep, a low prolonged growl of need leaving his lips.
Oh this is so good, so fucking good... he thinks and he's almost purring with pleasure as he lowers his head to nip and suck at the salty sweet skin at the nape of Sean's neck. "Love you," he murmurs, as one hand leaves Sean's hip to brace his weight on the bed. "So good - so hot - so close..."
God, the way Viggo sounds.. That purr and the sharp nip into his neck travel to his cock like bolts of lightning, incinerating everything on their path.
"Vig.. please.. take me with you.." he pleads, desperately pushing himself into the thrusting body while he roughly palms his cock, bringing himself to the edge and trying to hold there until Viggo tells him he can let go.
There's just something about the way that Sean says please that does it. "God, yes..." He'd take him anywhere - go anywhere... Viggo sighs as suddenly the hot grip of Sean's body around his cock becomes too much. He starts to shudder and he can feel the sweat pricking his scalp and starting to run... "God... Sean..."
Then his climax hits as hard an express train, and he cries out as his body slams hard into Sean, pushing them both down into the couch.
"Vig.. yes.."
Two words and Sean is free. Free with Viggo grinding him into the couch and filling him so deep he can almost taste him. Free with his cock pressed between his palm and his belly as he comes hard, hard enough to cry Viggo's name in desperate exultance. So much.. so much love and pleasure..
Viggo lies panting on top of Sean, their bodies sticky and slick with sweat. He feels so unco-ordinated that even lifting a hand from the couch is a struggle, but he manages it and pushes his fingers into Sean's damp hair - stroking his scalp - wanting to feel, needing to touch.
"Love you," he manages breathlessly, his voice a hoarse whisper as he presses his lips against Sean's neck. "You're my breath, my life..."
Sean can only turn his head in the hope that Viggo's lips will move up. Right now he wants to see his eyes like he's never wanted anything in his life.. And he wants Viggo to see his face, to read the pleasure, the love, the sharing.. Nothing, nothing has ever been like this, felt like this, touched him like this..
"Love you, and you make the word new, it's never meant before what it means with you.." he whispers back, reaching for Viggo's free hand and bringing it to his neck, cradling it against his hot, damp skin, hanging on to it like a lifeline.
Viggo closes his eyes against the surge of emotion that's flowing through him and he tries to swallow the large lump that's appeared in his throat. With a sigh he grips Sean's head, turning it towards him as he moves his mouth round the angle of Sean's jaw in a row of butterfly kisses, loving the feel of his bristly jaw against his lips.
"I don't want to move out of you," he murmurs thickly, "but I need to hold you and look at you more..."
"Can't have both, and I want both.. Having you is making me greedy, the more I have you the more I want you.." Sean purrs, every atom of his body feeling boneless and contented in a way that makes him think he'll never be able to get up from this couch.
"You know, I wish I could answer those emails, tell them what it's like.. But I don't really want to, don't want them to know.. You're mine.."
"I sure am," Viggo murmurs, moving back reluctantly with a sigh and letting his now softened cock slip slowly from Sean's body. He grasps Sean's shoulder and hip and pushes him gently onto his side against the back of the couch.
"Need to hold you," Viggo purrs, sliding his body down next to Sean so they're chest to chest, hip to hip. He smiles and wraps himself around Sean, nuzzling into his neck.
With a pleased sigh Sean pulls Viggo close, sliding a knee between his legs and fitting them together. He brushes his cheek against tousled hair and just lets the wonder of it all sink in.. the feeling of warm silky flesh under his hands, the scent of Viggo's skin.. the way his hammering heart slows down bit by bit into a sated sense of wellbeing.
"You know, love, considering that this was my first day in Idaho it looks like we kept pretty busy.."
Viggo chuckles and lifts his head, his blue gaze focusing in on and raking the features of Sean's face. "Yeah, reckon we did, Bean - and the day's not over yet," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Sean's chin.
"I was kind of thinking about painting you... and there's steak in the refrigerator... We could have a barbecue later and eat outside. Cause the sunsets here are incredible..."
"Right, the day's not over yet.." Sean grins, liking the way that sounded and offering his lips for a kiss.
"Did you get real steak and not one of those soy things?" he asks, fingers idly tracing letters on Viggo's back. "If it's a real steak and a real sunset we're talking about I'll let you paint me.."
Viggo pulls back sharply, his lips pouting. "Oh my, you sure know how to hurt a man... Of course it's real steak - and if you don't start showing some appreciation, Bean, I won't tell you what else I got for you while I was waiting all those lonely hours for you to get here..." He pauses, unable to stop a small smile from curling his lips. Then his eyes soften and the smile fades as he looks into Sean's face.
"Christ, you're beautiful..."
"Pout like that and we're not moving from this couch until tomorrow at the earliest.." Sean growls as he watches how the different emotions play on Viggo's face.. the pout that makes him want to devour those lips, the mischievous smile, the softening of those crystal-clear eyes. Beautiful.. yes.. but there's so much more than just beauty here in front of him..
"Love you, Vig.. I'm glad we never gave up on each other.."
"Can't even think of not being with you now," Viggo says softly. "Funny how you convince yourself that something isn't gonna happen, but you still keep dreaming - you still can't let it go..." He sighs and settles in close again, rubbing his cheek against Sean's two-day beard.
"And having you here is just amazing," Viggo bites gently at Sean's chin. "I've kinda dreamed about using this couch..."
"Oh.. have you now?" Sean asks almost coyly as he cards his fingers through Viggo's hair. The thought of this man he's wanted for so long, dreaming of him on this couch where they're now lying together is enough to make him want to purr and hold him forever.
"Anything you would like to share?" he winks, rubbing his bristly chin into the skin of Viggo's neck.
Viggo chuckles. "What? Tell you all my innermost fantasies?" Viggo asks, his voice a soft growl. "No way... well, not all at once..." he says with a smile, pressing close to Sean and pressing him into the back of the couch. "But I will tell you that I want you to pose on this couch for me sometime real soon..."
"Well, you needn't necessarily tell me, but maybe you could show me? That is when we'll have both caught our breath, and had that steak you've been dangling before my nose and I've watched one of those beautiful Idaho sunsets with you wrapped in my arms?" Sean suggests, squirming eagerly between Viggo and the back of the couch in a way that makes sure their bodies connect in all sort of nice ways.
"Hmmm.... sounds good to me," Viggo replies, stroking his palms down Sean's chest and belly until they rest on his hips. "Except of course that we'd have to move from here... but I reckon that wouldn't be too bad a thing - cause it's a damn fine steak..." He grins and leans in to capture Sean's lips in a slow kiss then pulls back suddenly, his eyes large and his face flushing with embarrassment.
"Fuck... I kinda forgot where I had my tongue," he says softly. "Sorry."
"Vig, I don't give a fuck where you tongue was as long as it was somewhere on me. I can think of lots worse places it could have been.." Sean frowns, remembering how he used to obsess during LOTR shooting imagining Viggo fancied some other cast member or people in the staff. The times when he'd been a hair's breadth away from physically removing Orlando from the trailer - with a solid kick in his bone arse - or slamming the door shut in Craig's face.
Just the memory of those days is enough to make him pull Viggo close and hold him in a tight, possessive hug.
Viggo sighs, his body almost melting into Sean's, yet sensing some uncertainty or something in the sudden fierce embrace. "Hey..." he whispers, "I'm not going anywhere - except maybe to the kitchen for a couple of beers and to put a match under the barbecue," he says with a chuckle. However, at the same time he returns the hug for a few moments, his eyes closed tight.
"I mean it," he says, voice softer now. He pulls back and lifts Sean's chin with his fingers. "I'm not going anywhere without you - ever again - okay? Now, if you don't mind where my tongue's been - and I sure don't - kiss me - and then we'll go eat..."
"Okay, but even if it should happen again that one of us needs to rush away for a family problem now we know that we can do it and that the other can follow. It matters, Vig, to know we can be in both worlds and be together in both worlds.." Sean murmurs, framing Viggo's face with his hands and leaning in to kiss him, a sweet kiss that makes him feel like he's pouring his very soul into Viggo.
"Now about that steak... can we have french fries with it?" he asks with a smile.
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Date: 2005-05-15 06:50 pm (UTC)We're still going at it, btw, or will as soon as
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Date: 2005-05-15 06:52 pm (UTC)I think that will be our next thread
At the moment there's bbq and sunset and dessert going on... especially dessert *ggg*
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Date: 2005-05-14 06:49 pm (UTC)*drools*
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Date: 2005-05-15 06:53 pm (UTC)I think that means you liked it, yes?!
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Date: 2005-05-17 07:03 pm (UTC)I'm a total dummy at doing things graphic, the icon/manip was done especially for me as a birthday present by
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Date: 2005-05-23 07:35 am (UTC)That's both hilarious and hot. Typical lovely fare from you, sweets!
*snuggles* MISS YOU.
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Date: 2005-06-10 07:32 pm (UTC)"Viggo feels a surge of achievement, almost triumph, knowing that he's giving pleasure to this golden vision beneath him - Sean Bean - his love... his man... Viggo groans softly and rubs his aching cock against Sean's thigh as he breathes in his scent. Too much, way too much..."
It was too much for me, really. *giggles* Now I need a cold shower...very long and very cold shower.
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Date: 2005-06-12 02:13 pm (UTC)Thank you! glad you liked this :)