Fic: Older Chests (SB/VM, R)
This fic had me worried for so many reasons, first and foremost because I hate to think I'm disappointing the person I'm writing for. I'm actually sort of proud of this, again for several reasons, but mainly because it's defintely unlike anything I've ever written before. Not that I won't be returning to my fluffy VigBean next though. Anyways,*g* eledhwenlin; thank you so much for your beta and kind words!
Fic: Older Chests
Author: Ullman
Pairing: SB/VM
Disclaimer: This never happened.
Rating: R
A/N: written for soleta for the slashy_letters Valentine's Day fic exchange.
Summary: Sometimes promises are impossible to keep.
His shirt’s off before he realizes what’s going on, and just when he thinks he should shove Viggo off, because he doesn’t want this, just as he wants to do that, his brain seems to stop functioning, Viggo’s tongue circling around his nipple making any coherent thinking impossible.
Not that he minds, it’s quite nice actually, and Viggo seems to be enjoying himself, moaning softly as he suckles the hardened nipples, biting down gently between licks.
And even if Sean would be able to form a coherent thought, it would probably be something along the lines of ‘more, please’, but he’s not sure why Viggo’s doing it and saying something might make Viggo think about what he’s doing. Perhaps even make him stop what he’s doing. To prevent that from happening Sean stays silent, apart from a somewhat embarrassingly loud groan as Viggo’s hands find their way to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down without hesitation.
Sean actually screams when Viggo’s lips close around his cock, he arches up and familiar hands steadying his hips immediately after that make him groan in frustration. Viggo makes up for restraining him by going all the way down and sucking hard, and Sean can hear himself begging now, pleading with Viggo not to stop, grabbing fistfuls of Viggo’s hair when Viggo deep throats him again.
He can’t shut up now, his voice hoarse as he continues to beg Viggo, who seems to have no intention of quitting, nor does he plan on slowing down, coaxing a climax from Sean at a pathetically fast rate. But Sean’s beyond caring, and when Viggo’s hands leave his hips he’s thrusting up wildly, desperate to get off, right now. Feels Viggo’s fingers around his balls and knows it’s over, one gentle squeeze and he’s coming, no time to warn Viggo before he thrusts up one last time, spilling all he has into Viggo’s mouth.
It takes him a while to catch his breath, and as he does, his ability to think rationally returns again. As does his anger. Because Viggo promised him. Promised that they wouldn’t go down this road again, knowing that although the sex had been great, they’d both wanted very different things from one another.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he mumbles when he finally finds his voice again.
Viggo raises his head and gives him an odd look that Sean can’t quite place, then he grins and says, “That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago, Sean.”
And that’s not fair, because, apart from the fact that few men would be able to do anything but beg when they’re getting a bloody good blow job, Viggo knows him. Besides, he fucking promised, and Sean honestly thought they’d left all of this behind them, after he left New Zealand and that they’d be able to remain friends despite of all that had happened between them. Or hadn’t happened.
He watches Viggo move across the bed and he feels his cock stir at the sight of Viggo’s arse. Not going to go there, he reminds himself, and he has to take a deep breath before he’s able to speak again. “You promised.”
That gets him another one of those odd looks. It makes him realize that perhaps, contrary to what he thought all this time, he doesn’t know Viggo all that well.
“I changed my mind.” Is all Viggo says as he flops down next to Sean, his hand searching Sean’s, finding it and guiding it to his crotch.
Sean allows his hand to be placed there, doesn’t move it until Viggo lets go of his hand. Then he squeezes. Hard. His reward is a startled yelp from Viggo, followed by a thrust upward. And he should’ve known Viggo would go for this, he always was a bit of a kinky bastard.
“Sean,” Viggo pleads, arching up into Sean’s hand.
“What do you want, Viggo?” Sean asks, still squeezing Viggo’s nuts.
“You,” Viggo pants. And Sean’s barely able to hold back a sigh. Because there it is, that one word that if he ‘d said it would mean nothing more than ‘get me off now damnit’.
“You want to fuck me, Viggo?”
Viggo’s eyes widen and for a moment he seems to be at a loss for words, then he’s nodding, almost frantically, chanting, “Oh God, yes, please, Sean, please.”
“And that’s all?” He has to ask, even if he already knows what Viggo will say, he needs to hear the lie.
Viggo closes his eyes and whispers, “Yes.”
“Bloody liar,” is all Sean says through gritted teeth as he lets go off Viggo’s balls. “You fucking liar.”
The other man opens his eyes, and he shoots Sean a look of confusion. “What?” He mumbles.
“You promised me,” Sean says, enunciating every word with great care, “Promised me that you wouldn’t ask any more of me.” He shakes his head when Viggo opens his mouth to interrupt him and adds, “promised me we weren’t going to do this any more.”
He reaches down to Viggo’s groin again, makes quick work of the buttons on Viggo’s jeans, pushing the rough fabric aside to free Viggo’s hard cock. His fingers wrap around Viggo’s erection as he adds, “Don’t do this to me any more, Viggo.” He starts stroking Viggo’s cock, long, firm strokes, just the way he knows Viggo likes it.
Viggo’s hand covers his own and for a moment Sean thinks Viggo’s going to stop him, but Viggo’s fingers merely tighten around his own and then he takes his hand away, whispering, “I’m sorry.”
And just like that Sean’s anger disappears, because in all fairness, Viggo’s not the one that should be apologizing. Poor bloke can’t help the way he feels, same as Sean can’t help what he’s not feeling. He shakes his head and their eyes meet briefly before he leans over to kiss Viggo’s forehead. “Don’t be,” is all he manages to say, his fingers now stroking Viggo faster and faster, determined on giving Viggo all of what little he can give him.
He flicks his thumb over the head of Viggo’s cock, swallows Viggo’s moan with a gentle kiss and then it’s all over, Viggo’s gasping into his mouth, bucking up one final time before Sean feels hot spurts of come covering his hand. He places one more gentle kiss onto Viggo’s lips, and whispers, “I’m sorry, Viggo.”
Fic: Older Chests
Author: Ullman
Pairing: SB/VM
Disclaimer: This never happened.
Rating: R
A/N: written for soleta for the slashy_letters Valentine's Day fic exchange.
Summary: Sometimes promises are impossible to keep.
His shirt’s off before he realizes what’s going on, and just when he thinks he should shove Viggo off, because he doesn’t want this, just as he wants to do that, his brain seems to stop functioning, Viggo’s tongue circling around his nipple making any coherent thinking impossible.
Not that he minds, it’s quite nice actually, and Viggo seems to be enjoying himself, moaning softly as he suckles the hardened nipples, biting down gently between licks.
And even if Sean would be able to form a coherent thought, it would probably be something along the lines of ‘more, please’, but he’s not sure why Viggo’s doing it and saying something might make Viggo think about what he’s doing. Perhaps even make him stop what he’s doing. To prevent that from happening Sean stays silent, apart from a somewhat embarrassingly loud groan as Viggo’s hands find their way to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down without hesitation.
Sean actually screams when Viggo’s lips close around his cock, he arches up and familiar hands steadying his hips immediately after that make him groan in frustration. Viggo makes up for restraining him by going all the way down and sucking hard, and Sean can hear himself begging now, pleading with Viggo not to stop, grabbing fistfuls of Viggo’s hair when Viggo deep throats him again.
He can’t shut up now, his voice hoarse as he continues to beg Viggo, who seems to have no intention of quitting, nor does he plan on slowing down, coaxing a climax from Sean at a pathetically fast rate. But Sean’s beyond caring, and when Viggo’s hands leave his hips he’s thrusting up wildly, desperate to get off, right now. Feels Viggo’s fingers around his balls and knows it’s over, one gentle squeeze and he’s coming, no time to warn Viggo before he thrusts up one last time, spilling all he has into Viggo’s mouth.
It takes him a while to catch his breath, and as he does, his ability to think rationally returns again. As does his anger. Because Viggo promised him. Promised that they wouldn’t go down this road again, knowing that although the sex had been great, they’d both wanted very different things from one another.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he mumbles when he finally finds his voice again.
Viggo raises his head and gives him an odd look that Sean can’t quite place, then he grins and says, “That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago, Sean.”
And that’s not fair, because, apart from the fact that few men would be able to do anything but beg when they’re getting a bloody good blow job, Viggo knows him. Besides, he fucking promised, and Sean honestly thought they’d left all of this behind them, after he left New Zealand and that they’d be able to remain friends despite of all that had happened between them. Or hadn’t happened.
He watches Viggo move across the bed and he feels his cock stir at the sight of Viggo’s arse. Not going to go there, he reminds himself, and he has to take a deep breath before he’s able to speak again. “You promised.”
That gets him another one of those odd looks. It makes him realize that perhaps, contrary to what he thought all this time, he doesn’t know Viggo all that well.
“I changed my mind.” Is all Viggo says as he flops down next to Sean, his hand searching Sean’s, finding it and guiding it to his crotch.
Sean allows his hand to be placed there, doesn’t move it until Viggo lets go of his hand. Then he squeezes. Hard. His reward is a startled yelp from Viggo, followed by a thrust upward. And he should’ve known Viggo would go for this, he always was a bit of a kinky bastard.
“Sean,” Viggo pleads, arching up into Sean’s hand.
“What do you want, Viggo?” Sean asks, still squeezing Viggo’s nuts.
“You,” Viggo pants. And Sean’s barely able to hold back a sigh. Because there it is, that one word that if he ‘d said it would mean nothing more than ‘get me off now damnit’.
“You want to fuck me, Viggo?”
Viggo’s eyes widen and for a moment he seems to be at a loss for words, then he’s nodding, almost frantically, chanting, “Oh God, yes, please, Sean, please.”
“And that’s all?” He has to ask, even if he already knows what Viggo will say, he needs to hear the lie.
Viggo closes his eyes and whispers, “Yes.”
“Bloody liar,” is all Sean says through gritted teeth as he lets go off Viggo’s balls. “You fucking liar.”
The other man opens his eyes, and he shoots Sean a look of confusion. “What?” He mumbles.
“You promised me,” Sean says, enunciating every word with great care, “Promised me that you wouldn’t ask any more of me.” He shakes his head when Viggo opens his mouth to interrupt him and adds, “promised me we weren’t going to do this any more.”
He reaches down to Viggo’s groin again, makes quick work of the buttons on Viggo’s jeans, pushing the rough fabric aside to free Viggo’s hard cock. His fingers wrap around Viggo’s erection as he adds, “Don’t do this to me any more, Viggo.” He starts stroking Viggo’s cock, long, firm strokes, just the way he knows Viggo likes it.
Viggo’s hand covers his own and for a moment Sean thinks Viggo’s going to stop him, but Viggo’s fingers merely tighten around his own and then he takes his hand away, whispering, “I’m sorry.”
And just like that Sean’s anger disappears, because in all fairness, Viggo’s not the one that should be apologizing. Poor bloke can’t help the way he feels, same as Sean can’t help what he’s not feeling. He shakes his head and their eyes meet briefly before he leans over to kiss Viggo’s forehead. “Don’t be,” is all he manages to say, his fingers now stroking Viggo faster and faster, determined on giving Viggo all of what little he can give him.
He flicks his thumb over the head of Viggo’s cock, swallows Viggo’s moan with a gentle kiss and then it’s all over, Viggo’s gasping into his mouth, bucking up one final time before Sean feels hot spurts of come covering his hand. He places one more gentle kiss onto Viggo’s lips, and whispers, “I’m sorry, Viggo.”