wordsontongue | New York, Part 1 (Reply)

Title: New York, Part 1
Author:

helena_s_renn
Rating: R/NC17
Warnings: Domestic, blow job
Prompt(s): #21: a picture of MacDougal Street in New York
Disclaimer: Something like AU. Sean and Viggo life in NYC, are a couple, probably in their twenties.
Summary: A quick, necessitated move brings them closer.
Author's Note: Nods at

foxrafer, who wrote a fic a few years ago which inspired this to a degree.

The best they could find was a sixth floor walk-up. Sean groaned that he'd never even heard of such a thing, that it was too much even for New York. After a discussion about the logistics of moving in, Viggo took it because there was only one month up front, and though it was tiny and old-fashioned, it was clean.

"Well, it'll keep your legs in great shape," Viggo equivocated. It was indeed the best he could do with both of them making tips a few nights a week at the pub on 10th and various odd jobs. The March they'd just finished had been beastly cold, re-freezing an earlier thaw. Their old building's pipes had burst, filling the basement and causing it to be condemned, which put twenty-odd apartments' residents on the street. They'd been lucky to find anything at all; competition for lodging was always fierce on the lower east side.

They didn't have much, but it still took nine trips to move their meager furniture and boxed household goods. They left the bed for last, a mistake as their knees shook from exhaustion around the third floor, lugging a queen-sized mattress up eighty-four risers.

"Your legs doing sewing machine needles, too?" Viggo puffed, as they heaved the beast onto its frame. He threw his body down upon it.

"Aye, like doing a zig-zag," Sean agreed. "I think I'm too tired even to shag."

Viggo rolled creakily onto his side. "That's gotta be a first, but me, too." Still half dressed, they conked out on the unmade bed, crawling together for comfort.

In the morning, sun streamed through their curtainless upper story windows and turned the top floor studio into a hotbox.

"It feels nice, after all those trips in the sub-zero yesterday." Sean was on Celsius, which was still plenty frigid, especially on fingers.

"Just wait till summer. It'll be a hundred and twenty up here."

Sitting stiffly, Sean reached over to pull up his mate's shirt and run his fingers down to a certain spot inside his hipbone that jump-started him. "Then you'd better scrounge up enough change for a fan," he finished his first thought, and then, "Morning wood?"

"Yeah, and then some." The blue eyes looking back at him changed to midnight. "Now I'm stiff in all kinds of places." The attempt to pounce on Sean was ungainly due to sore muscles; the retaliation was just as awkward, ending in Viggo grabbing the headboard for balance and Sean finally putting both feet on the floor and pushing his way to standing, pinwheeling a bit, and then walking off. "Hey, get back here!" Viggo yelled after the retreating backside. "Weren't we in the middle of something?"

"Nah, you get in here. You smell, and so do I," Sean called from the toilet. "Time to scrub off the dirt."

"But then we'll get back to it, right?"

Stripping off, Viggo hastened to the tiny bathroom. Morning pee taken care of, he found Sean in the kitchen, naked and eating a slice of bread from their few groceries. "Man's gotta keep up 'is strength," he said between bites. Not really hungry yet, at least not for food, Viggo ran a bath. While Sean finished, he propped himself against the counter and watched him. Every little shift of muscle or twitch of his cock, the posture both feral and relaxed, nipples taut and tiny, the rounding of his pecs and biceps...His fingers itched for a pencil. Sean never 'got' how Viggo took such pleasure in his form. "It's just a body," he'd say. "Some day it'll go to pot, I'll have old man balls to me knees, a beer gut, gray hair all over..." and Viggo would just lick some more and tell him to shut up.

When Sean had brushed the crumbs from his hands, they climbed into the steaming water and soaked their tired muscles the best they could in the kitchen tub. Viggo lay back against Sean's chest. A familiar prod against his ass prevented him from falling asleep. "You wanna have sex now?"

"Yeah, yeh daft sod. Or what did you think...?" Sean's hips lifted a little, and Viggo's as well. Water slopped over the side. "So literal you, 'have sex'. How about a good shagging?"

"Or I could just sit on you."

"You already are."

"What do you want me to say, impale myself?"

"MMmmmm...." Sean hummed his interest low in his chest, the sonic vibration going all the way through Viggo as well. The Brit's hand snaked around Viggo's waist and to his groin. "Wot's this?" Erection suddenly wrapped in a tight fist, Viggo's pelvis jumped.

"Where's the lube? Wanna... fuck!" Viggo's last expletive wasn't a verb but an exasperated verbal ejaculation. He was already so close. Sean's fingers stroked him just so, sliding the skin over rigid cavernosa.

"Let it go... We have all day." The other hand reached around as well, Sean's torrid breath in Viggo's ear while he made the man a squirming mess on his lap. Taking his time for all that Viggo tense with need, Sean pushed his thighs apart and played him like a cat with its prey. Not usually passive, Viggo could only let him - the joints of a human body were not made to bend backwards where he would have needed. There was always a hand on his cock, but instead of speeding up it became more and more languid. The other five digits curled around his balls. Each was separately weighed, given gentle squeezes, moved around inside the looser skin. Thrusting up into Sean's fist he mused that a hand job hadn't been what he had in mind, but it was still damn good.

...So good that he was going to spew any second. "Sean!" Viggo's legs spread and hooked themselves over the sides of the tub in a somewhat aerial maneuver. His abs were trembling, noticeable even under the dark hair.

"Huh?"

"Please...!" If possible, Sean's hand slowed further but compressed around him harder.

It was only a whisper, shivery-good: "Do it Viggo, let meh see how yeh coom..."

TBC...