John Barleycorn's Blessing for caras_galadhon

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Title: John Barleycorn's Blessing
Author: phytha
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Highlight to read the warning. dubcon, PWP, toy use, mention of diapers (VIGGO's FAULT!!!!!!), but NO watersports!!
Request: Genres - Any of kink, BDSM, established relationship fic, humour, romance (of the non-oversweet kind), angst w/happy ending; prompt(s) or general mood(s) - spice, suit, space between
Disclaimer: Don't know the guys (sigh). No offence meant. This only happened in my naughty dreams
Summary: What happened after the Jameson Awards
AN 1: It's all VIGGO's fault. He let my imagination run amok with his drunken rambling at the awards. See video here
AN 2: Originally wanted to write this for Sean's birthday, but RL, laziness and kind of writers block got in the way. So it's for you, Caras Galadhon, hope you like it
AN 3: John Barleycorn is the personified name of whisky



"Vig, you bloody wanker, how could you!?" With only slightly slurred words a furious Sean tried to take a threatening step towards his lover, swaying just a little on unsteady feet.

"Could what?" The grin of boozed happiness spread over Viggo's face as he finally managed to get rid of his jacket, throwing the unwelcome item into the nearest corner.

"Talk of Aragorn changing Boromir's diapers." The Englishman started to rumble himself into an agitated fury, flailing his arms like windmills. "There in front of all the people, in front of cameras and micros. Everybody heard you talking of my nappies. I almost could hear the slashgirls squeal with delight."

"Yeah, the slashgirls." Viggo's grin got even broader as he leaned back into the cushions of the couch, a dreamy expression on his face. "Great folk, we owe them so many hours of pleasure. You think they'll give us another bout of inspirations to spice up our sex life?* Do you remember when we re-enacted this one scene where we..., or the other one, where..."

"Yeah, that was great fun, we should do it again." Sean's anger broke down in a giggle as he slumped down beside his lover. "I'd never thought I would ever do something kinky like that, but they made it sound so pleasurable."

"And you did like it, according to the sounds you were making." The American pulled his mate into his arms. "So why – "

"No way! You're a filthy old bastard, donno why I still keep up with you!" With a poke to his lover's ribs Sean accentuated every word, causing the older man to wriggle, kicking his feet into the air. "You'll never ever coax me into consenting to anything sickening like this. So leave it be!"

Still giggling Viggo managed to disentangle himself from the attacking hands. Sitting upright he schooled his features into an expression of drunken seriousness, causing Sean to wince with discomfort, as this always used to be a foreboding of another out of all reason Viggo explanation.

"You know," raising his digit to demonstrate the weight of his words the American gave himself over to one of his famous bouts of rambling. "It's all your doing, if you hadn't rushed in, taking away my booze, nobody would have noticed. Everyone'd have thought I'd be speaking ‘bout the movies, not ‘bout our love life. Only your reaction made them realize that there's something more than meets the eye. You know..."

"Wait a moment here!" Raising his arms in a kind of helpless gesture Sean tried in vain to stop his lover's rush of words.

"No, no, let me explain," unimpressed the older man waved away the interruption, "let me explain, it's ... where was I, it's ..., well, never mind. Besides, well, how shall I say, you're not in your prime anymore, and, you know, how shall I put it, elderly men often have some certain problems in that department, you know, something to do with the prostate and all..."

"Stop it!" Sean desperately clamped his hands over the American's babbling mouth." Won't hear another word of it! So it's suddenly all my fault. And you're older than me, by months!" With an urgency born of utter annoyance, he finally managed to shut his mate down. "And what's wrong with my prostate? ‘T's your bloody job to take care of this one!"

Viggo deeply inhaled the fragrant aroma emanating from his lover's hands, the mixture of sandalwood soap, tobacco, whisky and the special flavor that was uniquely Sean, a truly aphrodisiac spice. Forgetting everything he wanted to say his lips curled into a smile as he started to kick and nibble the tender palm, so invitingly placed over his mouth. His hands moved over the younger man's back, still dressed in the formidable suit he's worn for the awards, slowly sneaking their way under the jacket, rubbing the tense back under the thin layer of the shirt and finally creeping down to cup the firm globes clad in expensive fabric.

Sean moaned when he felt an agile tongue trace intricate patterns over his sensitive palms, the wet gliding occasionally interrupted by the nibble of sharp teeth. His body moved into the sensual caresses and he couldn't resist brushing his growing erection against his lover's groin when persistent hands started to knead his bottom. Feeling an answering hardness rising in the American's trousers, he let his head sink down with a groan, touching their foreheads together.

"Hmm, I love to feel your ass move under this cloth." Viggo murmured, his lips still tracing Sean's palms. "Not that your ass isn't gorgeous moving under anything else, me for instance." There it was again, the happy rumbling. "You have the most gorgeous ass of the world. But I love to see you wearing a suit. You look so manly. Not that you don't look manly clad in anything else, or nothing as it is, but..."

"Shut up luv." Sealing his lover's lips with a deep kiss Sean managed once again to stop the babbling. For times on end the lovers stayed entwined like this savoring the lingering spice of whisky and their own unique flavor in one another's mouth. Their bodies moved in an increasing rhythm against one another as hard arousal rubbed over hard arousal. Finally they had to break their kiss to come up for much needed air, heavy panting from their lustful encounter.

"As much as you like to admire my maleness, it's getting hot in here." Slowly opening the buttons Sean started to strip. "And there's still the danger that my trousers might explode every minute. By the way, you're tenting up quite nicely too." Massaging the prominent bulge in Viggo's trousers Sean's fingers crept searchingly towards the fly. "Hasn't been there something about caring for my prostate? I'd say now's the time."

"Hell, yeah!" Jumping up in one of his unequaled mood swings, going from sensual to playful in a whim Viggo jumped up, almost throwing his lover to the floor. "I almost forgot! I've got a present for you, something I bought in the little shop we love so much. It will be the answer to all your prayers."

Slightly worried by the sudden outburst Sean looked after his mate as he dashed out of the room. He was used to the sudden swings, but you never could be sure what Viggo's whacky brain would come up with next. The little shop, he knew it well, had it not been the source of many blissful hours, but an answer to all prayers, what wicked device had the American found this time.

He didn't have to wait long. Viggo returned, grinning like mad, a small package in his hand. Triumphantly he tore it open, presenting Sean with a strange tool. It looked like, well at least had some resemblance with, a plug with thin but firm handles ending in a knob.

"What's this? And why has it tentacles?" Distrustingly the Englishman looked at the item. He had an indistinct idea where this was going to go but he wasn't really sure whether he would like to have these tentacles connecting with his tender parts.

"That's an Aneros, one of the greatest inventions of recent time." Still grinning Viggo let the thing dangle in front of Sean's eyes. "You see, there's a plug that goes, well you know where a plug goes. But then you have these handles, one of them is holding the thing in place on your back, while the other, oh the other, is massaging your prostate from the outside. Can you imagine the sensation of having your prostate pleasured from the inside and out?" Viggo was temporary lost in blissful memories, a beam of utter rapture on his face.

"So you've tried it before?" Gently Sean smiled at his enthusiastic lover. "No need to answer this one, your spaced out face tells me everything. Well then, nobody shall call Sean Bean a coward unwilling to try out a new experience. But let me touch it first to get a grip on it."

Without releasing the object Viggo let it glide into Sean's hand, closing their fingers around the smooth material. He felt a shiver run through his lover's body as he came in contact not only with cool plastic but also with warm skin and watched enthralled as the younger man's eyes clouded over with a dreamlike haze. Unable to control his lust any longer he reached for his lover's trousers, opening them with one swift movement.

With his free hand Sean helped his mate to rid him of all hindering cloths wriggling out of trousers and boxers in one go, the fingers of his other hand still entangled with Viggo's digits over their new toy. He moaned in bliss as his throbbing cock was finally freed from its confines, standing up in proud hardness, a small pearl of moisture already forming on the head. Quickly he returned the favor, helping Viggo to the much needed state of nakedness. Licking his lips in anticipation as his lover's turgid rod almost jumped in his face he couldn't resist the temptation to run his tongue over the weeping slit, savoring the drop of precome he found there.

Groaning Viggo rotated his hips, thrusting his heated flesh into the welcoming mouth. His hand reached out to find something to steady himself, closing over the first thing he found, which happened to be a hard pole of hot velvety steel. Both men cried out in rapture at the sudden contact. Sucking vigorously on the tasty treat, filling his mouth to the hilt Sean moved his hips, pushing his cock deeper into his lover's steady grip. Their still entwined hands would surely have crushed the object, that was meant to bring them both so much delight, hadn't it been made to withstand even the greatest enthusiasm.

"Stop!" With sheer willpower Viggo managed to withdraw from the tantalizing wetness, his cock throbbing with need. "Stop, or everything will be over ere it's really started. You know. I'm never able to resist your wicked mouth." Dropping his voice to a sultry murmur he traced one digit over the trembling form of his lover. "Let me open you up for greater pleasure. And then, when you're already moaning helplessly in overwhelming bliss, I'll mount you, take your aching cock deep inside my body and ride you like you never have been ridden before. We'll come so hard that we'll hear the trumpets of heaven."

All Sean could do was moan his approval, opening his legs wide for his lover's approach. Slowly Viggo licked a trace of wetness down the shivering body, tasting the moist pearl forming on the swollen head of Sean's cock, ere he delved deeper to gently suck the heavy balls into his mouth, lavishing first one globe then the other with his tongue. Further down he went till he finally reached the goal of his desire. With gentle licks he traced his tongue over the quivering entrance, nipping on the tender flesh. Surrounding the clenching hole in ever narrowing circles, he finally wriggled the tip of his tongue into the tiny portal, listening with delight to the lustful sounds emerging from his lover's throat.

Throwing back his head in bliss Sean arched his back at the first touch of a wet muscle on the most secret part of his body. His hands clenched the soft fabric of the couch. He hadn't noticed when he'd released the item Viggo had brought and he didn't care. All he cared for was Viggo's mouth on his hidden entrance, Viggo's nimble tongue wriggling its way inside his body and the overwhelming rush of lust cursing through his whole being. There wasn't anything more lustful than Viggo opening him up with his tongue. Uttering guttural groans and sharp cries of lust he writhed in wanton rapture.

"There's still more to come, love." The sultry rumble reached Sean's ears through a thick haze. "Are you ready to experience the outmost ecstasy?"

Cool digits, covered with lube searched their way into his body, twisting and wriggling to loosen the firm muscle guarding the entrance. Moaning Sean gave himself over to the heavenly sensations cursing through his body as he was slowly stretched for the final invasion. Involuntarily he caught his breath as a new, unyielding coolness pressed against his opening. Inch by inch he felt his channel being entered, widened, penetrated in a most pleasurable assault. The toy was formed to reach all the right places, making Sean tremble and moan with new arousal. Suddenly a lightning bolt of bliss shot through his body, causing him to arch up in rapture as the center of his lust was teased from both sides, making him loose himself in an unimaginable rush of lust.

At snails pace Viggo pushed the object deeper into his lover's body, the blissful moans and groans telling him how much Sean enjoyed his ministrations. Enticed he traced his fingers round the clenching ring of muscles, holding the welcomed intruder in a firm grip. When he heard Sean cry out his rapture of the double assault to his senses on top of his lungs, he couldn't hold back any longer. With trembling hands he reached for the lube, swiftly coating his fingers with the vicious fluid.

"Watch me." he managed to ground out, his voice hoarse with desire.

Sean's vision was clouded by a haze of rapture. Every slight flexing of his muscles sent new waves of lust through his whole body. Willing himself to keep his gaze focused he drank in the enticing sight of Viggo pushing two digits deep inside his body, moaning in bliss at the sudden stretch. Making swift work of preparing himself Viggo straddled his lover's hips, impaling himself in one steady movement on the swollen hardness. Both men cried out in utter bliss as the last shade of space between them was finally filled.

"Ah god ... so good!" Sean was almost beyond words. "Won't last ... too much ... too good."

"Let go, love." Setting a rapid pace Viggo moved up and down the turgid length, taking the pulsating rod deep inside his body with every downward thrust. "'m with you there ... god ... feels so good ... feel every twist of your cock inside me ... don't hold back ... give me everything!"

Way beyond words Sean drowned in an ocean of bliss. The triple assault of his senses being too much for him to bear he felt himself being sucked into the vortex of pure ecstasy. His whole body twisted and churned as he gripped Viggo's hips hard enough to leave marks. Hoarse wails of rapture emerged his throat with every breath as his head thrashed from side to side in utter abundance.

"Ah god yes!" Sean's body gyrating under him in the throes of wanton desire proved to be too much for Viggo's overloaded senses. "God, yes ... that's it ... ah. yeah ...there ... " Closing his hand over his aching member sent Viggo spiraling over the edge. Crying out his bliss in a ragged howl he covered Sean's chest with shiny strands of his seed.

The first clenching of the velvety tunnel made fireworks of light explode in Sean's brain. His body stiffened with a mighty roar as his seed shot forward in a mind bending climax.

Slowly Viggo entangled himself from the limp form of his lover. Carefully he pulled the wicked toy out of the still clenching hole, cleaning away all residues from their lustful encounter with a wet cloth. Sated he reached for the half full bottle of whisky, still standing on the table, taking a big swig, savoring the spicy aroma of malt. Bending over his lover, still spaced out in bliss, he let a drop of the liquid fall on the panting lips. In an instant, a pink tongue poked out to sweep the treat away. A satiated smile spread over Sean's face as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, love." Viggo's trademark mad grin was all over his face. "What a blessing that we had some of the water of life left to bring you back. Always works with you."



*Well, as far as it seems there haven't been too many fics on this theme. Poor boys, how can they cope, being left without inspirations *ggg*

Comments

[govi20.livejournal.com]

A lovely read; they were so schoolboy like at the awards and this fits the bill!

[phytha.livejournal.com]

thank you so much, so glad you liked it