Winter Fic Challenge: Snowballs and Ice Capades
Title: Snowballs and Ice Capades
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: AU RPS
Pairing: Sean Bean/Karl Urban, with help from/for a couple friends
Warning: Slash
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Word Count: 2764
Disclaimer: The usual, the names are the same as familiar faces, but all figments of a vivid imagination.
A/N: All for fun and all mistakes my own. Written for the moonlight_hotel Winter Challenge, using these items: a single woollen mitten, a bottle of red wine, reading glasses, a spoon, yellow snow, tarzan, a scarlet stain, ice crystals.
Also posted for the bean_uncensored and karl_uncensored Advent Calendars. As a couple of you know, I had the wrong version of this available the weekend this needed to be posted for the Advent Thingies. Both versions have now been ‘sewn’ together, hopefully improving the piece.
Languorously Karl stretched, instinctively following the sun’s path. His muscles sore in the most wonderful of ways. Sensations began filtering into his consciousness. Seeking warmth, he eased closer to the solid mass taking up the other half of the large bed. One arm lazily fought clear of the cocoon of bedding, reaching for his lover.
As soon as his hand touched the powerfully muscled shoulder, Karl’s eyes popped open. Deep chocolate eyes stared lovingly into his. Before he could do more than blink, a tongue rasped across his stubbled chin.
“V…v…Vin? Mark fucken Vincent!!” Karl’s shout reverberated throughout the hunting lodge, as he scrabbled backwards.
A deep rumbling laugh answered from the doorway. “Aww, she loves you, and look how you treat the little lady.”
“Little? She’s a fucking horse! And where the fuck is Sean anyway?” dancing from foot to foot, Karl glared at the mastiff now stretched across his warm bed.
Cocking his head, Vin vacillated “Uhh, he’s a little tied up right now.”
Karl dug through his luggage for a pair of trackpants. Fucking Hell, it was cold!. An orgasmic moan floated from another room, stalling his man bits scramble for warmth up in his body. Boxers twitching interestedly, Karl stopped the search and plunged out into the hall.
Another moan -distinctly Sean’s- had his body responding automatically to his lover’s voice. Bare feet skittering across the cold linoleum, he barreled into the kitchen. “Unhand my lover, Mortensen, he’s mine now!”
Viggo looked up leering, not stopping the manipulation of Sean’s flesh.
Sean’s green eyes fluttered open, widening as Karl’s tented knickers filled his vision. “Lad, Vig’s only…” he groaned as thumbs dug into his shoulder. “…’tis you’re fault, Vig was kind enough to offer.” He groused, turning away from the too tempting erection.
“My fault? I was expecting to wake next to my warm lover. Instead that beast Vin calls a dog slobbered all over me.” Crossing his arms over nipples painfully hard from the cool air, Karl glowered at both men.
“Of course it’s your fookin’ fault!” Sean bucked, unseating Viggo from where he was straddling Sean’s midsection. “Geddoff, the right git has ruined an excellent massage,” he tossed over his shoulder, climbing from the slab of polished wood used as the kitchen table.
To Karl, his eyes narrowed, and he wet his lips. “Aye, your fault for falling through the ice. Wrenched me arm nearly out of the socket, keeping your sorry arse from sinking to the bottom.”
Karl advanced until he was nose to nose with the blond. “I stepped on the thin ice ‘cause you were playin’ grab-ass.”
“Were exposing yourself to Vin! Bloody exhibitionist.”
“He was showin’ me how t’ dot the ‘eye’!”
“Making yellow snow?” Sean scoffed, “What are ye, twelve?”
“Fuck you! It doesn’t snow where I live. Which you’d know if you ever stayed longer ‘n a few days.” Karl hit on a sore subject.
“Fuck me? Fuck you! You know ah can’t make me Gran run the business alone so long.”
“Fuck! Both of you!” Viggo piped up from gathering the massage oil, towels, and pillows. “House rules, no fighting or fucking in common areas.” He turned to hide a grin when Petie padded into the room. Unerringly she headed for her favorite target.
Karl’s unmanly shriek when the mastiff’s cold wet snout rode up beneath a leg of his unders, brought a guffaw from the direction of the lounge.
Using the distraction, Sean pushed past Karl, grabbing his jumper and fags off the counter and slammed out to the screen porch. “If you wore clothes once in a while she wouldn’t goose yeh.” He lit his cigarette after donning the soft green pullover. Karl never could get it through his thick skull, the concessions Sean was already making. He was doing the best he could with a long distance relationship when both of them ran family businesses.
Muttering about perverted dogs, growing up surfing not fucking fishing through a fucking hole in the ice and other so-called winter sports, Karl stomped back to the bedroom.
~~~~~//~~~~~//~~~~~
“They coming?” Vin glanced up from the game pad in his hands.
Viggo tossed his jacket over the back of the sofa. “Soon, I’d say,” he answered cryptically, with a wry twist to his lips.
Over their heads a loud thump sounded, followed by the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings. “Fucking hell, again?” Vin thumbed the game to pause and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Whose grand idea was this?”
“Ice fishing? Or those two?” Viggo’s nasal purr was contemplative as he recalled the lengths he and Vin went to in matchmaking their ex-lovers.
“We’ve talked about changing this trip to winter every summer. Karl inevitably stumbles into poison ivy. Blondie gets first-degree sunburn somewhere. How’s the arm, by the way?”
Viggo stopped doodling on the cast encircling his wrist. “Awkward, but the meds at least let me sleep at night.”
Vin shifted his large frame on the sofa to face Viggo, trying to ignore what now sounded like a headboard slamming into the wall above. “What the fuck were you doing anyway?”
Blushing, Viggo tugged on his earlobe, “Stumbled on them shagging in the fishing shack. Tried to back out unseen, slipped,” he shrugged.
“Mmhmm, the horny bastards,” Vin rumbled, “Whose bright idea was it to hook them up? Thought there’d be bloodshed that first year.”
“UST” Viggo rose to stir the coals in the fireplace. Today’s outing would be delayed, obviously.
“…the hell is UST?”
“Unrelieved Sexual Tension, don’t tell me you couldn’t see how they both lit up when in the presence of the other? I’ve never seen Sean glow like he does around Karl.
“Shit Viggo, don’t give me that in-touch-with-my-emotions malarkey. I may prefer ‘man bits’ -as Bean calls ‘em- but ‘m not into that clap trap.”
“Bull, you’re the one who planned the romantic getaway in the guise of our fishing trip the year Karl couldn’t leave New Zealand, a resort on the South Island, no less.” Viggo scoffed and then frowned. “Where were we that week?”
“Answering frantic cell calls, first few days. When the calls stopped, wasn’t sure if they’d clicked or killed each other.” Vin chuckled, then a leer spread over his face. “Remember, I invited you to New York? Those movie people were staying in the hotel next to my club. Fuck, so many pretty boys in one place, all of ‘em in that film.” He shifted again, pulling a pillow over his lap.
Viggo’s blue-grey eyes went dreamy, “Oh yes…they were delightful.” Still in a haze of remembrance he almost poked an eye out raising the casted hand up to brush his fringe off his brow. “Ahh…” he resumed his seat, “There goes Karl, shouldn’t be too much longer.”
One shapely eyebrow already arched, Vin’s lofted higher, “Yeah, that’s Karl getting his rocks off. How the fuck do you know?” He leant forward to pin Viggo with a hard stare.
A secretive smile played over the older man’s face, “Japan, my book tour coincided with a Pacific Rim Leather Goods tradeshow he attended.”
“You fucking dog!” Vin clapped Viggo’s shoulder, almost knocking him from the sofa. “Karl! You little slut!” His voice deepened in a shout to the ceiling, and then reduced to a higher pitched giggle. Someone’s groan of release or an answering giggle floated down.
~~~~~//~~~~~//~~~~~
Viggo heard them long before they hove into view. Outlined in the ice crystals formed on the kitchen window, Sean and Karl looked like two animated snowmen. Sean’s snow covered arms flailed wildly.
“If you hadn’t been acting a fookin tarzan, I wouldna fallen into the snow bank.” Sean swiveled to keep an eye on Karl’s whereabouts.
“Admit it old man, you were dazzled by my athleticism as I dropped out of the tree.” Even across the yard, Viggo could see the younger man’s dimples flashing with his cheeky grin.
“I were dazzled by the sun’s glare! You knocked me sunnies off with a snowball,” the Brit shot back. Letting Karl precede him up the steps, Sean’s lips twisted into an evil smirk. Breaking an icicle from the low hanging roof, he thrust it down the back of Karl’s parka.
Viggo laughed outright as Karl bounced down the steps and around the yard, unsuccessfully reaching for the frozen cone of water. Only after he got out of the parka and untucked his layers of clothing beneath could the Kiwi shake it out. Breaking off his own weapon, Karl charged after Sean.
“Stop! Jackets, boots, leave them in the mudroom!” Viggo warned, turning down the burner under the pasta pot as the pair charged up the stairs threatening each other all manner of retribution.
Taking a spoon from the drawer, he tasted his sauce and sighed. This year’s fishing trip was making him feel like an old housewife. The ‘boys’ antics were worse than ever. And Vin hid in the lounge, leaving Viggo to maintain some sort of order -in Vin’s lodge no less.
The sun was just setting when Viggo joined the other American, a bottle of red wine in hand. Vin was sat at one end of the sofa, idly petting his mastiff, who was sprawled to one side grunting in her sleep as Vin’s fingers scritched her chin and upper chest.
“I take it we’ll be two for dinner again?” Vin took the proffered bottle and corkscrew.
Karl’s voice could be heard over the shower in the master bath, “Fuck yeah Sean. Ah shit, so good.”
Petie’s tail thumped, her massive head lifted from Vin’s lap, soulful eyes pleading. “No baby, think Karl has something else occupying his ass.” After opening the wine, he patted her flank hard the way she loved. He then shot an exasperated glare to the room overhead. “Shit I hate that they took over my room.”
“We had to move you downstairs.” After adjusting the pillows under Vin’s leg cast, Viggo poured two glasses and wriggled onto the far end of the sofa. “What’s her fascination with his ass anyway?”
Vin’s face lit up in a gleeful leer, “You’ve sampled it, wouldn’t anyone be? Actually the fucker spoiled her when she was a puppy,” he rumbled. “He was staying at mine, while I took care of some family business. Apparently, he let her share ‘my’ bed so neither would be lonely.” Chocolate eyes rolled in feigned exasperation.
“It got so she wouldn’t stop whining until curled up behind his knees. You gave me a hell of a time when I came home, and then after Karl left that summer, didn’t ya?” He chided the mastiff affectionately.
“Where’d the two of you meet? Sean’s told the story countless times, of meeting a backpacking ‘Yank Artist-type’ camped on his beloved Yorkshire moors.” Viggo sipped his wine, hoping the small talk would counter Karl’s loud enjoyment of his ‘shower’.
Scratching a hand over the stubble on face and skull, Vin leant into the sofa cushions, staring out at the sun -now a scarlet stain over the frozen river beyond the wall of windows. “I’d just opened my first club, was doubling as bouncer that night.” A soft smile lit his liquid brown eyes. “Up walked this cocky college boy, sinfully long legs, all soft accented and that fuck me expression on his face, you know the one.” He slanted a glance at Viggo, who nodded.
“He was on a Grand Tour, or whatever it’s called, before joining the family business.” Vin smirked, “Never did get out of the city, except for one fishing trip upstate to my parent’s cabin.”
The two sipped their wine to the crackle of the fire and Karl’s voice and thumps to the tile walls overhead. They recounted how careers and missing that one extra spark had changed the relationships with the men upstairs from lovers to everlasting friendships.
Viggo had been a friend of Vin’s family since the elder’s college days during the younger man’s tumultuous preteens. Their friendship had solidified over the years, though they’d traveled disparate paths to become the men they were. It was the week both men arrived -with lovers in tow- to use the Vincent family lodge in Montana that brought the four men together. Although Sean and Karl bickered from the moment they met, all four quickly became fast fishing buddies.
~~~~~//~~~~~//~~~~~
Karl entered the bedroom, one towel low on his hips, another drying his thick locks. “Think that was enthusiastic enough?”
Sean removed his reading glasses, and set his book aside. “You had me hard as a rock.”
“You don’t count; you’re always randy for me bits.” Shivering already, Karl started pulling on layers of clothing. “But is it working for them, ‘cause I’m getting fucking tired of exposing me arse to these frigid elements.”
“I could warm those bits” Sean carded a hand through hair still damp from his quick shower before Karl’s ‘orgasmic’ one.
“Pfft,” was the only reply as Karl tugged silk thermals up his legs.
Sean worked on his socks and shoes, “Are worried about their broken bones. How the hell do you start an affair with a broken wrist and ankle?”
Thick rag socks covered Karl’s feet as he snorted, “If Vin’s cock is interested, he’ll find a way. And you were supposed to push Vin into Vig’s arms, not down the river bank.”
“Have you tried to move that behemoth? Right brick wall he were.”
Karl snorted again, the back of his head popping through the second of three jumpers. He was debating on a single woolen mitten to keep one hand warm, when he turned to face Sean. “Oh fuck me.”
Having undressed as quickly as Karl dressed, his lover was slowly stroking a sizable erection. Karl’s knees -padded by thermals and ski pants- thudded to the floor. Eyes heating, he nudged Sean’s hand out of the way and licked a swath along the throbbing vein. “Couldn’t you have told me before I got trussed in all these layers?”
“I did, weren’t listening, as usual.” Sean tangled a fist in Karl’s hair bringing that wicked mouth back to his needy cock. He bit his lip to stay a moan as Karl engulfed the length, humming in appreciation. “Gods Lad, need yeh now, been too long since we made love for real.” Sean’s accent thickened in desire.
Standing abruptly, Karl pressed Sean into the arm chair with a wet kiss. He worked the layers of pants down, and only broke the kiss when he pulled the jumpers off. “Whose turn?” he panted huskily.
“Don’t care, but the chair is big enough for you to climb on and ride me.” Sean picked up a bottle of lube waiting beside his book. His tongue circled his lips tasting Karl, and green eyes blazed with desire for his younger lover. Viggo and he had been best of friends and occasional lovers for years. What he felt for this often exasperating man surpassed any emotion the Brit ever thought himself capable of.
“Just slick yourself, wanna feel the burn” Karl rasped, placing his knees to either side of Sean’s narrow hips.
Sean latched his lips around a prominent nipple as he complied. Suckling the bit of flesh, he took the time to smear lube at Karl’s tight pucker. “Not gonna hurt thee for owt,” he stated, guiding Karl down on his cock.
Both men moaned softly as the thick crest popped through the ring of muscle. Karl rocked back and forth until fully impaled. For long minutes only the soft slap of flesh on flesh and quiet endearments and encouragements filled the room. Karl’s fingers tightened on Sean’s shoulders, the connection grounding him like nothing else could.
Until Sean, an exclusive lover had never occurred to Karl. He and Vin had never tried, both content to make the most of whatever time they could carve out of busy schedules on different sides of the world. The blond had somehow pierced Karl’s soul until the dark Kiwi couldn’t imagine sharing his bed, his heart, with another.
“Close Laddie, lean back and fist that gorgeous cock leaking on me belly.” Sean’s tongue flicked out, as passion hazed eyes glittered with green fire. “Want ye t’ milk me dry, come for me now.”
Karl kept one hand braced on Sean’s shoulder, staring deep into his lover’s eyes. His rocking forced his purpling shaft through his fist. “I love you,” he breathed before his head arched back, his release spurting between their sweat-slick bodies.
“Aye…” Sean grasped Karl’s hips and thrust up hard as Karl’s spasms triggered his climax. “Love you…”
Fin
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: AU RPS
Pairing: Sean Bean/Karl Urban, with help from/for a couple friends
Warning: Slash
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Word Count: 2764
Disclaimer: The usual, the names are the same as familiar faces, but all figments of a vivid imagination.
A/N: All for fun and all mistakes my own. Written for the moonlight_hotel Winter Challenge, using these items: a single woollen mitten, a bottle of red wine, reading glasses, a spoon, yellow snow, tarzan, a scarlet stain, ice crystals.
Also posted for the bean_uncensored and karl_uncensored Advent Calendars. As a couple of you know, I had the wrong version of this available the weekend this needed to be posted for the Advent Thingies. Both versions have now been ‘sewn’ together, hopefully improving the piece.
Languorously Karl stretched, instinctively following the sun’s path. His muscles sore in the most wonderful of ways. Sensations began filtering into his consciousness. Seeking warmth, he eased closer to the solid mass taking up the other half of the large bed. One arm lazily fought clear of the cocoon of bedding, reaching for his lover.
As soon as his hand touched the powerfully muscled shoulder, Karl’s eyes popped open. Deep chocolate eyes stared lovingly into his. Before he could do more than blink, a tongue rasped across his stubbled chin.
“V…v…Vin? Mark fucken Vincent!!” Karl’s shout reverberated throughout the hunting lodge, as he scrabbled backwards.
A deep rumbling laugh answered from the doorway. “Aww, she loves you, and look how you treat the little lady.”
“Little? She’s a fucking horse! And where the fuck is Sean anyway?” dancing from foot to foot, Karl glared at the mastiff now stretched across his warm bed.
Cocking his head, Vin vacillated “Uhh, he’s a little tied up right now.”
Karl dug through his luggage for a pair of trackpants. Fucking Hell, it was cold!. An orgasmic moan floated from another room, stalling his man bits scramble for warmth up in his body. Boxers twitching interestedly, Karl stopped the search and plunged out into the hall.
Another moan -distinctly Sean’s- had his body responding automatically to his lover’s voice. Bare feet skittering across the cold linoleum, he barreled into the kitchen. “Unhand my lover, Mortensen, he’s mine now!”
Viggo looked up leering, not stopping the manipulation of Sean’s flesh.
Sean’s green eyes fluttered open, widening as Karl’s tented knickers filled his vision. “Lad, Vig’s only…” he groaned as thumbs dug into his shoulder. “…’tis you’re fault, Vig was kind enough to offer.” He groused, turning away from the too tempting erection.
“My fault? I was expecting to wake next to my warm lover. Instead that beast Vin calls a dog slobbered all over me.” Crossing his arms over nipples painfully hard from the cool air, Karl glowered at both men.
“Of course it’s your fookin’ fault!” Sean bucked, unseating Viggo from where he was straddling Sean’s midsection. “Geddoff, the right git has ruined an excellent massage,” he tossed over his shoulder, climbing from the slab of polished wood used as the kitchen table.
To Karl, his eyes narrowed, and he wet his lips. “Aye, your fault for falling through the ice. Wrenched me arm nearly out of the socket, keeping your sorry arse from sinking to the bottom.”
Karl advanced until he was nose to nose with the blond. “I stepped on the thin ice ‘cause you were playin’ grab-ass.”
“Were exposing yourself to Vin! Bloody exhibitionist.”
“He was showin’ me how t’ dot the ‘eye’!”
“Making yellow snow?” Sean scoffed, “What are ye, twelve?”
“Fuck you! It doesn’t snow where I live. Which you’d know if you ever stayed longer ‘n a few days.” Karl hit on a sore subject.
“Fuck me? Fuck you! You know ah can’t make me Gran run the business alone so long.”
“Fuck! Both of you!” Viggo piped up from gathering the massage oil, towels, and pillows. “House rules, no fighting or fucking in common areas.” He turned to hide a grin when Petie padded into the room. Unerringly she headed for her favorite target.
Karl’s unmanly shriek when the mastiff’s cold wet snout rode up beneath a leg of his unders, brought a guffaw from the direction of the lounge.
Using the distraction, Sean pushed past Karl, grabbing his jumper and fags off the counter and slammed out to the screen porch. “If you wore clothes once in a while she wouldn’t goose yeh.” He lit his cigarette after donning the soft green pullover. Karl never could get it through his thick skull, the concessions Sean was already making. He was doing the best he could with a long distance relationship when both of them ran family businesses.
Muttering about perverted dogs, growing up surfing not fucking fishing through a fucking hole in the ice and other so-called winter sports, Karl stomped back to the bedroom.
~~~~~//~~~~~//~~~~~
“They coming?” Vin glanced up from the game pad in his hands.
Viggo tossed his jacket over the back of the sofa. “Soon, I’d say,” he answered cryptically, with a wry twist to his lips.
Over their heads a loud thump sounded, followed by the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings. “Fucking hell, again?” Vin thumbed the game to pause and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Whose grand idea was this?”
“Ice fishing? Or those two?” Viggo’s nasal purr was contemplative as he recalled the lengths he and Vin went to in matchmaking their ex-lovers.
“We’ve talked about changing this trip to winter every summer. Karl inevitably stumbles into poison ivy. Blondie gets first-degree sunburn somewhere. How’s the arm, by the way?”
Viggo stopped doodling on the cast encircling his wrist. “Awkward, but the meds at least let me sleep at night.”
Vin shifted his large frame on the sofa to face Viggo, trying to ignore what now sounded like a headboard slamming into the wall above. “What the fuck were you doing anyway?”
Blushing, Viggo tugged on his earlobe, “Stumbled on them shagging in the fishing shack. Tried to back out unseen, slipped,” he shrugged.
“Mmhmm, the horny bastards,” Vin rumbled, “Whose bright idea was it to hook them up? Thought there’d be bloodshed that first year.”
“UST” Viggo rose to stir the coals in the fireplace. Today’s outing would be delayed, obviously.
“…the hell is UST?”
“Unrelieved Sexual Tension, don’t tell me you couldn’t see how they both lit up when in the presence of the other? I’ve never seen Sean glow like he does around Karl.
“Shit Viggo, don’t give me that in-touch-with-my-emotions malarkey. I may prefer ‘man bits’ -as Bean calls ‘em- but ‘m not into that clap trap.”
“Bull, you’re the one who planned the romantic getaway in the guise of our fishing trip the year Karl couldn’t leave New Zealand, a resort on the South Island, no less.” Viggo scoffed and then frowned. “Where were we that week?”
“Answering frantic cell calls, first few days. When the calls stopped, wasn’t sure if they’d clicked or killed each other.” Vin chuckled, then a leer spread over his face. “Remember, I invited you to New York? Those movie people were staying in the hotel next to my club. Fuck, so many pretty boys in one place, all of ‘em in that film.” He shifted again, pulling a pillow over his lap.
Viggo’s blue-grey eyes went dreamy, “Oh yes…they were delightful.” Still in a haze of remembrance he almost poked an eye out raising the casted hand up to brush his fringe off his brow. “Ahh…” he resumed his seat, “There goes Karl, shouldn’t be too much longer.”
One shapely eyebrow already arched, Vin’s lofted higher, “Yeah, that’s Karl getting his rocks off. How the fuck do you know?” He leant forward to pin Viggo with a hard stare.
A secretive smile played over the older man’s face, “Japan, my book tour coincided with a Pacific Rim Leather Goods tradeshow he attended.”
“You fucking dog!” Vin clapped Viggo’s shoulder, almost knocking him from the sofa. “Karl! You little slut!” His voice deepened in a shout to the ceiling, and then reduced to a higher pitched giggle. Someone’s groan of release or an answering giggle floated down.
~~~~~//~~~~~//~~~~~
Viggo heard them long before they hove into view. Outlined in the ice crystals formed on the kitchen window, Sean and Karl looked like two animated snowmen. Sean’s snow covered arms flailed wildly.
“If you hadn’t been acting a fookin tarzan, I wouldna fallen into the snow bank.” Sean swiveled to keep an eye on Karl’s whereabouts.
“Admit it old man, you were dazzled by my athleticism as I dropped out of the tree.” Even across the yard, Viggo could see the younger man’s dimples flashing with his cheeky grin.
“I were dazzled by the sun’s glare! You knocked me sunnies off with a snowball,” the Brit shot back. Letting Karl precede him up the steps, Sean’s lips twisted into an evil smirk. Breaking an icicle from the low hanging roof, he thrust it down the back of Karl’s parka.
Viggo laughed outright as Karl bounced down the steps and around the yard, unsuccessfully reaching for the frozen cone of water. Only after he got out of the parka and untucked his layers of clothing beneath could the Kiwi shake it out. Breaking off his own weapon, Karl charged after Sean.
“Stop! Jackets, boots, leave them in the mudroom!” Viggo warned, turning down the burner under the pasta pot as the pair charged up the stairs threatening each other all manner of retribution.
Taking a spoon from the drawer, he tasted his sauce and sighed. This year’s fishing trip was making him feel like an old housewife. The ‘boys’ antics were worse than ever. And Vin hid in the lounge, leaving Viggo to maintain some sort of order -in Vin’s lodge no less.
The sun was just setting when Viggo joined the other American, a bottle of red wine in hand. Vin was sat at one end of the sofa, idly petting his mastiff, who was sprawled to one side grunting in her sleep as Vin’s fingers scritched her chin and upper chest.
“I take it we’ll be two for dinner again?” Vin took the proffered bottle and corkscrew.
Karl’s voice could be heard over the shower in the master bath, “Fuck yeah Sean. Ah shit, so good.”
Petie’s tail thumped, her massive head lifted from Vin’s lap, soulful eyes pleading. “No baby, think Karl has something else occupying his ass.” After opening the wine, he patted her flank hard the way she loved. He then shot an exasperated glare to the room overhead. “Shit I hate that they took over my room.”
“We had to move you downstairs.” After adjusting the pillows under Vin’s leg cast, Viggo poured two glasses and wriggled onto the far end of the sofa. “What’s her fascination with his ass anyway?”
Vin’s face lit up in a gleeful leer, “You’ve sampled it, wouldn’t anyone be? Actually the fucker spoiled her when she was a puppy,” he rumbled. “He was staying at mine, while I took care of some family business. Apparently, he let her share ‘my’ bed so neither would be lonely.” Chocolate eyes rolled in feigned exasperation.
“It got so she wouldn’t stop whining until curled up behind his knees. You gave me a hell of a time when I came home, and then after Karl left that summer, didn’t ya?” He chided the mastiff affectionately.
“Where’d the two of you meet? Sean’s told the story countless times, of meeting a backpacking ‘Yank Artist-type’ camped on his beloved Yorkshire moors.” Viggo sipped his wine, hoping the small talk would counter Karl’s loud enjoyment of his ‘shower’.
Scratching a hand over the stubble on face and skull, Vin leant into the sofa cushions, staring out at the sun -now a scarlet stain over the frozen river beyond the wall of windows. “I’d just opened my first club, was doubling as bouncer that night.” A soft smile lit his liquid brown eyes. “Up walked this cocky college boy, sinfully long legs, all soft accented and that fuck me expression on his face, you know the one.” He slanted a glance at Viggo, who nodded.
“He was on a Grand Tour, or whatever it’s called, before joining the family business.” Vin smirked, “Never did get out of the city, except for one fishing trip upstate to my parent’s cabin.”
The two sipped their wine to the crackle of the fire and Karl’s voice and thumps to the tile walls overhead. They recounted how careers and missing that one extra spark had changed the relationships with the men upstairs from lovers to everlasting friendships.
Viggo had been a friend of Vin’s family since the elder’s college days during the younger man’s tumultuous preteens. Their friendship had solidified over the years, though they’d traveled disparate paths to become the men they were. It was the week both men arrived -with lovers in tow- to use the Vincent family lodge in Montana that brought the four men together. Although Sean and Karl bickered from the moment they met, all four quickly became fast fishing buddies.
~~~~~//~~~~~//~~~~~
Karl entered the bedroom, one towel low on his hips, another drying his thick locks. “Think that was enthusiastic enough?”
Sean removed his reading glasses, and set his book aside. “You had me hard as a rock.”
“You don’t count; you’re always randy for me bits.” Shivering already, Karl started pulling on layers of clothing. “But is it working for them, ‘cause I’m getting fucking tired of exposing me arse to these frigid elements.”
“I could warm those bits” Sean carded a hand through hair still damp from his quick shower before Karl’s ‘orgasmic’ one.
“Pfft,” was the only reply as Karl tugged silk thermals up his legs.
Sean worked on his socks and shoes, “Are worried about their broken bones. How the hell do you start an affair with a broken wrist and ankle?”
Thick rag socks covered Karl’s feet as he snorted, “If Vin’s cock is interested, he’ll find a way. And you were supposed to push Vin into Vig’s arms, not down the river bank.”
“Have you tried to move that behemoth? Right brick wall he were.”
Karl snorted again, the back of his head popping through the second of three jumpers. He was debating on a single woolen mitten to keep one hand warm, when he turned to face Sean. “Oh fuck me.”
Having undressed as quickly as Karl dressed, his lover was slowly stroking a sizable erection. Karl’s knees -padded by thermals and ski pants- thudded to the floor. Eyes heating, he nudged Sean’s hand out of the way and licked a swath along the throbbing vein. “Couldn’t you have told me before I got trussed in all these layers?”
“I did, weren’t listening, as usual.” Sean tangled a fist in Karl’s hair bringing that wicked mouth back to his needy cock. He bit his lip to stay a moan as Karl engulfed the length, humming in appreciation. “Gods Lad, need yeh now, been too long since we made love for real.” Sean’s accent thickened in desire.
Standing abruptly, Karl pressed Sean into the arm chair with a wet kiss. He worked the layers of pants down, and only broke the kiss when he pulled the jumpers off. “Whose turn?” he panted huskily.
“Don’t care, but the chair is big enough for you to climb on and ride me.” Sean picked up a bottle of lube waiting beside his book. His tongue circled his lips tasting Karl, and green eyes blazed with desire for his younger lover. Viggo and he had been best of friends and occasional lovers for years. What he felt for this often exasperating man surpassed any emotion the Brit ever thought himself capable of.
“Just slick yourself, wanna feel the burn” Karl rasped, placing his knees to either side of Sean’s narrow hips.
Sean latched his lips around a prominent nipple as he complied. Suckling the bit of flesh, he took the time to smear lube at Karl’s tight pucker. “Not gonna hurt thee for owt,” he stated, guiding Karl down on his cock.
Both men moaned softly as the thick crest popped through the ring of muscle. Karl rocked back and forth until fully impaled. For long minutes only the soft slap of flesh on flesh and quiet endearments and encouragements filled the room. Karl’s fingers tightened on Sean’s shoulders, the connection grounding him like nothing else could.
Until Sean, an exclusive lover had never occurred to Karl. He and Vin had never tried, both content to make the most of whatever time they could carve out of busy schedules on different sides of the world. The blond had somehow pierced Karl’s soul until the dark Kiwi couldn’t imagine sharing his bed, his heart, with another.
“Close Laddie, lean back and fist that gorgeous cock leaking on me belly.” Sean’s tongue flicked out, as passion hazed eyes glittered with green fire. “Want ye t’ milk me dry, come for me now.”
Karl kept one hand braced on Sean’s shoulder, staring deep into his lover’s eyes. His rocking forced his purpling shaft through his fist. “I love you,” he breathed before his head arched back, his release spurting between their sweat-slick bodies.
“Aye…” Sean grasped Karl’s hips and thrust up hard as Karl’s spasms triggered his climax. “Love you…”
Fin