FIC: Suds (SB/VM, NC-17)
Title: Suds
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: NC-17
Archive:fellow_shippers bean_squee rugbytackle sons_of_gondor
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please tell me if there are any mistakes.
Notes: For the lovely moldava who was kind enough to beta something "with that Orli creature" in it. *hugs*
Sean walked into the house, cocking his head to the side, listening to the odd series of noises coming from the back of the house.
"Vig?" he calls out tentatively as he made his way into the house.
"Sean," Viggo called out. "Fuck," he murmured.
"Vig, you ok?" Sean asked as he made his way toward the laundry room, where it sounded like Viggo's voice was coming from.
"Yeah," Viggo said as he walked out of the laundry room, bubbly suds clinging to his hair, his shirtless chest and his jeans. "But I'm not sure about the washing machine."
"What did you do?" Sean asked, jaw dropping open at the state Viggo was in.
"What did I do?!?" Viggo repeated. "Why do you assume it's something I did?"
"Because every time something goes wrong in the house, you're usually behind it," Sean replied, dragging his fingers through a clump of bubbles on Viggo's shoulders and blowing them at Viggo.
"Hey!" Viggo said, looking as though he was going to deny it for a moment, but a pointed look from Sean just made him sulk.
"So what exactly happened?" Sean asked as he headed into the laundry room.
"Well," Viggo said sheepishly, "I was working on that large painting and I accidentally dripped paint on myself, so I went to clean up and I accidentally got paint on the bath mat, so after I cleaned up, I went to wash it so the stain wouldn't set, but we were out of that liquid soap you put in there so I figured since it wasn't clothes, it would be ok to use some of that liquid soap that is used in the dishwasher, but obviously it wasn't ok," he finished as Sean stared in disbelief at the washing machine which, along with the dryer and most of the floor, was covered in a mountain of suds.
"You put dish washing soap into the washing machine?" Sean asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," Viggo said, looking a bit ashamed.
"Let me look at it," Sean said, heading into the room.
"Wait," Viggo said. "You'll ruin your suit."
"True," Sean said. "Let me take it off first."
Quickly Sean shrugged out of his suit and folded it up, placing it up on the table in the hallway. Once he was stripped down to his navy blue boxer-briefs, Sean ventured into the room. By the time he got to the washing machine, he was waist-high in suds. Carefully he leaded over the machine, unable to see anything other than suds. Behind him he heard Viggo chuckle and he turned around, feeling a clump of suds drip from the shelf above him onto his head.
"What?" Sean asked, glaring slightly at Viggo.
"Nothing," Viggo said, smiling as Sean turned back around to regard the washing machine.
"This isn't funny," Sean said, leaning back over the washing machine.
"Well, it kind of is," Viggo said, walking over to watch over Sean's shoulder.
Shivered as he felt bubbles popping against his back as Viggo's chest pressed against it. He was about to deny Viggo's claim, but Viggo shifted against him again, brushing his erection against Sean's ass. Sean shivered, trying to focus on feeling around the bottom of the washing machine, not the feeling behind him. The plan failed however, as Viggo's soapy hands traveled to Sean's waist, fingers just barely grazing the skin just under the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Sean involuntarily jerked, then turned to face Viggo. Viggo let go of Sean and placed his hands on the washing machine on either side of Sean, pressing himself against Sean.
"This isn't helping me try to fix this," Sean said, angling his hips toward Viggo's.
"So?" Viggo said, reaching down to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down and kicking them off into the suds.
"Never mind," Sean said, pulling Viggo back against him, relishing the feeling of the soapy bubbles around their bodies.
Viggo simply ran his hands over Sean's chest, rubbing himself against Sean.
"We don't have any lube in here, do we?" Sean asked breathlessly.
Viggo shook his head.
"Damn," Sean said. " I really want to fuck you in all these bubbles."
"Yeah," Viggo said, rubbing himself against Sean. "I guess we'll just have to make do."
With that, he pulled Sean's underwear down, waiting impatiently for Sean to kick them off. Once they were finally naked, Viggo pushed Sean back against he washing machine. Quickly he grabbed their erections in one of his hands, slowly stroking them both. Sean grasped Viggo's head, pulling him in to kiss him hard. He took his other hand and wrapped it around their erections, covering what Viggo couldn't get into his hand.
"Oh yeah," Sean breathed against Viggo's lips as he thrust against Viggo's cock into the circle that their hands made.
Viggo squirmed against him, the suds making faint crackling noises as the tiny bubbles burst against their skin. "Yeah," he said. "Just like that."
A few minutes later, Sean's breathing becomes even heavier. "I'm getting close," he grinds out, burying his face in Viggo's neck.
Viggo didn't say anything, just thrust even harder against Sean's cock in the circle of their hands. A moment later Sean felt Viggo's come wash over their hands and drip down around their cocks.
"Vig, oh yeah. Nrrggg..." Sean ground through clenched teeth as he came.
For a moment the only sound in the room was the gasping breaths of the two men. Finally Sean let out a chuckle.
"Look like we made even more of a mess," he said, pulling Viggo into a hug.
"Yeah, we did," Viggo said.
"Let's go upstairs," Sean said. "I could use a nap."
"What about this mess?" Viggo asked, looking around the room.
Sean laughed. "I'll call a repair man in the morning. Tell him my less than handy boyfriend made a mess of my laundry room."
Viggo swatted at Sean as they left the room.
"You wouldn't," he said.
"I would," Sean returned. "But for now, what would you say to a shower, get some of this cleaned off of us before taking that nap."
"Sounds good," Viggo said. "I'll even help you wash you back."
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: NC-17
Archive:fellow_shippers bean_squee rugbytackle sons_of_gondor
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please tell me if there are any mistakes.
Notes: For the lovely moldava who was kind enough to beta something "with that Orli creature" in it. *hugs*
Sean walked into the house, cocking his head to the side, listening to the odd series of noises coming from the back of the house.
"Vig?" he calls out tentatively as he made his way into the house.
"Sean," Viggo called out. "Fuck," he murmured.
"Vig, you ok?" Sean asked as he made his way toward the laundry room, where it sounded like Viggo's voice was coming from.
"Yeah," Viggo said as he walked out of the laundry room, bubbly suds clinging to his hair, his shirtless chest and his jeans. "But I'm not sure about the washing machine."
"What did you do?" Sean asked, jaw dropping open at the state Viggo was in.
"What did I do?!?" Viggo repeated. "Why do you assume it's something I did?"
"Because every time something goes wrong in the house, you're usually behind it," Sean replied, dragging his fingers through a clump of bubbles on Viggo's shoulders and blowing them at Viggo.
"Hey!" Viggo said, looking as though he was going to deny it for a moment, but a pointed look from Sean just made him sulk.
"So what exactly happened?" Sean asked as he headed into the laundry room.
"Well," Viggo said sheepishly, "I was working on that large painting and I accidentally dripped paint on myself, so I went to clean up and I accidentally got paint on the bath mat, so after I cleaned up, I went to wash it so the stain wouldn't set, but we were out of that liquid soap you put in there so I figured since it wasn't clothes, it would be ok to use some of that liquid soap that is used in the dishwasher, but obviously it wasn't ok," he finished as Sean stared in disbelief at the washing machine which, along with the dryer and most of the floor, was covered in a mountain of suds.
"You put dish washing soap into the washing machine?" Sean asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," Viggo said, looking a bit ashamed.
"Let me look at it," Sean said, heading into the room.
"Wait," Viggo said. "You'll ruin your suit."
"True," Sean said. "Let me take it off first."
Quickly Sean shrugged out of his suit and folded it up, placing it up on the table in the hallway. Once he was stripped down to his navy blue boxer-briefs, Sean ventured into the room. By the time he got to the washing machine, he was waist-high in suds. Carefully he leaded over the machine, unable to see anything other than suds. Behind him he heard Viggo chuckle and he turned around, feeling a clump of suds drip from the shelf above him onto his head.
"What?" Sean asked, glaring slightly at Viggo.
"Nothing," Viggo said, smiling as Sean turned back around to regard the washing machine.
"This isn't funny," Sean said, leaning back over the washing machine.
"Well, it kind of is," Viggo said, walking over to watch over Sean's shoulder.
Shivered as he felt bubbles popping against his back as Viggo's chest pressed against it. He was about to deny Viggo's claim, but Viggo shifted against him again, brushing his erection against Sean's ass. Sean shivered, trying to focus on feeling around the bottom of the washing machine, not the feeling behind him. The plan failed however, as Viggo's soapy hands traveled to Sean's waist, fingers just barely grazing the skin just under the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Sean involuntarily jerked, then turned to face Viggo. Viggo let go of Sean and placed his hands on the washing machine on either side of Sean, pressing himself against Sean.
"This isn't helping me try to fix this," Sean said, angling his hips toward Viggo's.
"So?" Viggo said, reaching down to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down and kicking them off into the suds.
"Never mind," Sean said, pulling Viggo back against him, relishing the feeling of the soapy bubbles around their bodies.
Viggo simply ran his hands over Sean's chest, rubbing himself against Sean.
"We don't have any lube in here, do we?" Sean asked breathlessly.
Viggo shook his head.
"Damn," Sean said. " I really want to fuck you in all these bubbles."
"Yeah," Viggo said, rubbing himself against Sean. "I guess we'll just have to make do."
With that, he pulled Sean's underwear down, waiting impatiently for Sean to kick them off. Once they were finally naked, Viggo pushed Sean back against he washing machine. Quickly he grabbed their erections in one of his hands, slowly stroking them both. Sean grasped Viggo's head, pulling him in to kiss him hard. He took his other hand and wrapped it around their erections, covering what Viggo couldn't get into his hand.
"Oh yeah," Sean breathed against Viggo's lips as he thrust against Viggo's cock into the circle that their hands made.
Viggo squirmed against him, the suds making faint crackling noises as the tiny bubbles burst against their skin. "Yeah," he said. "Just like that."
A few minutes later, Sean's breathing becomes even heavier. "I'm getting close," he grinds out, burying his face in Viggo's neck.
Viggo didn't say anything, just thrust even harder against Sean's cock in the circle of their hands. A moment later Sean felt Viggo's come wash over their hands and drip down around their cocks.
"Vig, oh yeah. Nrrggg..." Sean ground through clenched teeth as he came.
For a moment the only sound in the room was the gasping breaths of the two men. Finally Sean let out a chuckle.
"Look like we made even more of a mess," he said, pulling Viggo into a hug.
"Yeah, we did," Viggo said.
"Let's go upstairs," Sean said. "I could use a nap."
"What about this mess?" Viggo asked, looking around the room.
Sean laughed. "I'll call a repair man in the morning. Tell him my less than handy boyfriend made a mess of my laundry room."
Viggo swatted at Sean as they left the room.
"You wouldn't," he said.
"I would," Sean returned. "But for now, what would you say to a shower, get some of this cleaned off of us before taking that nap."
"Sounds good," Viggo said. "I'll even help you wash you back."