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New York, Part 2
Title: New York, Part 2
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helena_s_renn
Rating: R/NC17
Warnings: Domestic, blow job
Prompt(s): #19: in the hamster wheel of the heart
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 atfoxrafer, who wrote a fic a few years ago which inspired this to a degree
Part 1
Viggo's world went red, overruling the golden morning light. Back arched, leaving several inches between it and Sean's chest, he felt the tension begin to release into an explosion. Maybe he moaned or cried out, Viggo didn't know, but finally, finally Sean stopped toying with him and stroked him with long, twisting rough caresses that made his nerves sing halleluiah and put tears in his eyes.The bathwater churned with the thrashing of his hips and then Viggo fell back with a splash, groaning as stickiness carefully aimed by his partner pattered onto his front. Fait accompli, Sean let go of him before it started to hurt.
"Viggo?"
"What?"
"As much as I like it when you do it, maybe next time you shouldn't scream like a banshee when yeh... you know."
Viggo thought about that. "You think they heard it downstairs?"
"Probably out at Ellis Island, too."
"Sean?"
"Yeah?"
"Okay. And thank you."
There was something of a snort; Sean shifted in the cooling water. "I gotta way you c'n thank meh, alright..." He was as rigid as Viggo had been a minute ago. "All that arse-wigglin', I just about lost it. But better, sook meh off." His voice went up at the last, as if it were a question.
Viggo chuckled. "You're desperate, eh?"
"Gagging for it." Sean huffed; he was just as horny as Viggo on any given day. It just wasn't his way to talk about it other than to say "Take yer clothes off," or "Get that arse in the air," or of course, "Fuck me". That inhibition had slowly given way in the year or so they'd been living together.
"Well, we can't have that." Viggo rose, glad to have Sean's hands all over him as he still was none too steady, and got out of the tub. "Come on, the bed's the only thing very comfortable around here."
Sean groaned, "Oh, gawd, yer gonna make me walk with this?" He had gotten both feet on the floor as well, and stood with a hip cocked to display an impressive staff, his whole body slick like molten gold as the light hit him. Viggo could agree to that it was near impossible to do much of anything in such a state. Half the blood in the blond's body must be there, and his balls were high and tight already.
"Be that way, then." Viggo winked, and dropped to his knees. Giving a lick to the raised, pounding vein, he took in the head and lapped at the tiny slit.
Sean went up on his toes, his hand threading into Viggo's hair and clenching. "Yeh know I don' like..." Something of a screech told any interested parties that Sean was lying through his teeth. Concentrating on his breathing, Viggo opened his throat. There was always that first invasion, where he almost gagged and then overcame it, gleefully sucking as hard as he could, pulling back, working the foreskin up and back with his tongue or the back of his palate. Much more sensitive than Viggo, Sean could barely stand to have his testicles touched so instead, Viggo kneaded his ass and delved into the cleft, tapping the hidden entrance. Stubborn, Sean did not want to let him in because he knew it would be the end. Slurping and sliding his pursed lips up and down the entire length of shiny purple hard-on, Viggo sneakily moved his arm around to approach his goal from another direction, underneath.
There wasn't much Sean could do about it. Hellbent on entering him in some manner since he wasn't quite up to it yet in the other, Viggo wiggled a finger inside and twisted his hand, then crooked it forward till he found the lumpy little gland that told him how close Sean really was. He petted it once, twice... the cock in his mouth jumped and expanded till his air was cut off and several gouts of hot fluid filled his oral cavity. He swallowed; Sean lost his balance. In the interest of not biting his lover's dick off, Viggo let go and drooled the rest of the bitter-salt spunk onto the dark blond curls he followed to the floor.
"We need another bath," he began in good humor.
However, Sean was sitting, staring at him with a nearly dour glare. "Where'd you learn that?"
"What?" Viggo was non-plussed at the question and attitude.
"The blow-job, salad-tossing thing."
"I've done that to you lots of times."
"Yes, but not at the same time." What the hell? "Sean, are you jealous?"
"Maybe a lit-tle... I can't think of things like that. To do to you, I mean."
Viggo smiled. "Oh. Well. Why don't we do a bit of work around here, and we'll talk about things we've done, and we'll figure out how to put them together in new ways. Okay?" It was always better to let Sean think he was being asked, rather than told. It was true that Viggo was more experienced at male/male sex, but he doubted he had the market cornered on it. Of course, it didn't hurt if Sean thought he did.
Still naked, half sticky, half wet from the bath, they let the sun dry them, Sean joking that their "skyscraper" apartment was too high off the ground for anyone to look in the windows at them, anyway. There were a few dishes and pots, an old couch to arrange with a tv on a tiny folding stand, their clothes to hang on the bar on one side of the "bedroom" area, a total of four towels and three wash cloths and their toothbrushes and shaving kits for the bathroom. Not far away was a second-hand store. Maybe they could find a table and chairs, a dresser, some shelves, something for the walls. And then there were those things they could try...
Sean had to admit, and Viggo agreed, it was already feeling like home. People always quoted that thing about home being where the heart is; in the hamster wheel of the heart, his hamster was healthy, and running fast. Now they just had to christen every square inch of the place, and he was sure they would before another year was out.
Author:
helena_s_rennRating: R/NC17
Warnings: Domestic, blow job
Prompt(s): #19: in the hamster wheel of the heart
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 degreePart 1
Viggo's world went red, overruling the golden morning light. Back arched, leaving several inches between it and Sean's chest, he felt the tension begin to release into an explosion. Maybe he moaned or cried out, Viggo didn't know, but finally, finally Sean stopped toying with him and stroked him with long, twisting rough caresses that made his nerves sing halleluiah and put tears in his eyes.The bathwater churned with the thrashing of his hips and then Viggo fell back with a splash, groaning as stickiness carefully aimed by his partner pattered onto his front. Fait accompli, Sean let go of him before it started to hurt.
"Viggo?"
"What?"
"As much as I like it when you do it, maybe next time you shouldn't scream like a banshee when yeh... you know."
Viggo thought about that. "You think they heard it downstairs?"
"Probably out at Ellis Island, too."
"Sean?"
"Yeah?"
"Okay. And thank you."
There was something of a snort; Sean shifted in the cooling water. "I gotta way you c'n thank meh, alright..." He was as rigid as Viggo had been a minute ago. "All that arse-wigglin', I just about lost it. But better, sook meh off." His voice went up at the last, as if it were a question.
Viggo chuckled. "You're desperate, eh?"
"Gagging for it." Sean huffed; he was just as horny as Viggo on any given day. It just wasn't his way to talk about it other than to say "Take yer clothes off," or "Get that arse in the air," or of course, "Fuck me". That inhibition had slowly given way in the year or so they'd been living together.
"Well, we can't have that." Viggo rose, glad to have Sean's hands all over him as he still was none too steady, and got out of the tub. "Come on, the bed's the only thing very comfortable around here."
Sean groaned, "Oh, gawd, yer gonna make me walk with this?" He had gotten both feet on the floor as well, and stood with a hip cocked to display an impressive staff, his whole body slick like molten gold as the light hit him. Viggo could agree to that it was near impossible to do much of anything in such a state. Half the blood in the blond's body must be there, and his balls were high and tight already.
"Be that way, then." Viggo winked, and dropped to his knees. Giving a lick to the raised, pounding vein, he took in the head and lapped at the tiny slit.
Sean went up on his toes, his hand threading into Viggo's hair and clenching. "Yeh know I don' like..." Something of a screech told any interested parties that Sean was lying through his teeth. Concentrating on his breathing, Viggo opened his throat. There was always that first invasion, where he almost gagged and then overcame it, gleefully sucking as hard as he could, pulling back, working the foreskin up and back with his tongue or the back of his palate. Much more sensitive than Viggo, Sean could barely stand to have his testicles touched so instead, Viggo kneaded his ass and delved into the cleft, tapping the hidden entrance. Stubborn, Sean did not want to let him in because he knew it would be the end. Slurping and sliding his pursed lips up and down the entire length of shiny purple hard-on, Viggo sneakily moved his arm around to approach his goal from another direction, underneath.
There wasn't much Sean could do about it. Hellbent on entering him in some manner since he wasn't quite up to it yet in the other, Viggo wiggled a finger inside and twisted his hand, then crooked it forward till he found the lumpy little gland that told him how close Sean really was. He petted it once, twice... the cock in his mouth jumped and expanded till his air was cut off and several gouts of hot fluid filled his oral cavity. He swallowed; Sean lost his balance. In the interest of not biting his lover's dick off, Viggo let go and drooled the rest of the bitter-salt spunk onto the dark blond curls he followed to the floor.
"We need another bath," he began in good humor.
However, Sean was sitting, staring at him with a nearly dour glare. "Where'd you learn that?"
"What?" Viggo was non-plussed at the question and attitude.
"The blow-job, salad-tossing thing."
"I've done that to you lots of times."
"Yes, but not at the same time." What the hell? "Sean, are you jealous?"
"Maybe a lit-tle... I can't think of things like that. To do to you, I mean."
Viggo smiled. "Oh. Well. Why don't we do a bit of work around here, and we'll talk about things we've done, and we'll figure out how to put them together in new ways. Okay?" It was always better to let Sean think he was being asked, rather than told. It was true that Viggo was more experienced at male/male sex, but he doubted he had the market cornered on it. Of course, it didn't hurt if Sean thought he did.
Still naked, half sticky, half wet from the bath, they let the sun dry them, Sean joking that their "skyscraper" apartment was too high off the ground for anyone to look in the windows at them, anyway. There were a few dishes and pots, an old couch to arrange with a tv on a tiny folding stand, their clothes to hang on the bar on one side of the "bedroom" area, a total of four towels and three wash cloths and their toothbrushes and shaving kits for the bathroom. Not far away was a second-hand store. Maybe they could find a table and chairs, a dresser, some shelves, something for the walls. And then there were those things they could try...
Sean had to admit, and Viggo agreed, it was already feeling like home. People always quoted that thing about home being where the heart is; in the hamster wheel of the heart, his hamster was healthy, and running fast. Now they just had to christen every square inch of the place, and he was sure they would before another year was out.
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