ficlet, Viggo/Sean
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archetMore slightly-domestic!Sean/slightly-possessive!Viggo madness. Proceed with caution.
Series: Domesticity, After a Fashion (2/5)
Title: In Season
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: Nc&17
Summary: Sean’s indoor plants aren’t faring well, Viggo thinks it’s a perfect time for planting.
Disclaimer: this is fiction and in no way implies anything as to the real lives to the lovely men who are inspirations for these characters.
Archive: Rubytackle, my LJ
Note: more slightly domestic VigBean, meant as a sequel to Scrubbing Bubbles, but you need not have read that to follow this.
Feedback: very welcomed and appreciated!
~*~
By the time Viggo woke Sean was already up and out of bed. Viggo yawned and stretched, disappointed. His favorite thing to do in the morning was to wake his lover with a well placed lick and nip...well, his second favorite thing. Easing his way to the edge of the bed, Viggo pushed the sheets away, eyed the yellow light that filled the curtains with a bright glow and figured it must be well into the morning.
He looked around at the digital clock on the night table at Sean’s side of the bed. 9:40. Viggo yawned again, scrubbed a hand through his hair, winced a little as a muscle in his lower back protested. Abruptly he grinned, thinking of the night before...of the afternoon before...of Sean in the bathroom and of...oh yeah.
Viggo was still grinning when he exited the bathroom a few minutes later, having pulled on an old t-shirt and a pair of Sean’s ratty jeans he’d found on top of the hamper. Sean could laugh and shake his head all he wanted, but it was something Viggo enjoyed, having something of Sean’s next to his skin. In fact, he did it more often than his lover realized.
Heading downstairs Viggo shuffled to the kitchen and paused in the doorway. Sean was on the other side of the room, just past the kitchen table by the window, and God, Viggo wondered what it was about his lover and the sun. The man just seemed to attract it. Viggo took a few steps further into the room, leaned against the counter, and just watched.
Sean was busy with his watering can, seeing to his plants where they sat on the wide window sill. Viggo watched the way Sean moved, watched his hands, watched as the thin cotton track pants clung to Sean’s body in all the right places even despite being a bit on the baggy side for Vig’s taste. The sunlight streamed in through the bare window, painting Sean’s profile in gold, streaking his hair with the same and Viggo thought he could see the slight outline of Sean’s nipples through his nearly threadbare Sheffield United t-shirt.
The man only had about a hundred and forty of the damned shirts, and Viggo loved each and every one, as they were all just this side of transparent.
After a moment Sean had reached the end of the row of plants. He tipped his watering can once more and muttered something Viggo couldn’t quite make out.
Viggo smiled, pushed off the counter. “You’re supposed to encourage them, Sean, not scold them.”
Sean glanced up just as Viggo rounded the kitchen table. The frown on his face lifted momentarily. “Hey, lay about...just look at the little bastards, Vig.” Sean gestured to the potted plants with his watering can, brow creased with dismay. “Right pitiful lot, aren’t they?”
Viggo gave the question some consideration. He nodded. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Sean was right. The plants were all rather...well, dead. Viggo knew Sean had pampered and coaxed the things for a month, and the row of brown, sickly things were the reward for his efforts.
Viggo stepped closer to Sean. “Over watered?”
Sean scowled as Viggo sidled in next to him. “No,” he replied pointedly.
“Oh, well,” Viggo began as he slipped behind Sean, wound his arms around Sean’s waist and folded his hands across his belly, “maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Sean leaned back against Viggo, groused, “I just don’t understand it...brilliant at growing things out of doors, I am, but indoors, well I’m just shite at it.”
Viggo slid his hands underneath Sean’s barely there shirt, sighed as he ran his palms ran over the warm, flat belly. “Oh, I’d say you’re pretty good, myself, in or out of doors.”
Sean laughed, sat the watering can on the kitchen table, let his head fall back against Viggo’s shoulder. He reached up with one hand, slid it behind Viggo’s neck, held on lightly as the other grabbed at Viggo’s left hand that was taking a slow dive toward the waistband of Sean’s pants.
”Christ, Vig, have you no respect for the dead, you wanker.”
Viggo laughed, sent his left hand lower and when he achieved the waistband of the track pants, Sean let it go.
Viggo turned his head, bit lightly at Sean’s neck, amused that the majority of Sean’s attention was still on the...well, deceased foliage in the window. He was going to have to do something about that.
“Nope,” he offered after a moment of enjoying the growl Sean let loose as the left hand that’d worked lower into Sean’s pants suddenly wrapped around his shaft, “none at all.”
He nipped again at Sean’s neck, then soothed the bite with his tongue, concentrating on the man in his arms, on the cock filling in his hand. “Life is for living, I always say.”
That got another laugh from Sean, and Viggo grinned. The laugh soon melted into a low moan as Viggo fisted Sean’s, now very interested, cock. Sean arched into the touch, the hand latched behind Viggo’s neck abruptly tightening. With his free hand Viggo pushed at the track pants, finally able with Sean’s help, to push them down off Sean’ hips.
Viggo gave Sean’s cock a long, teasing stroke that drew a long moan from his lover.
“Yeah, that’s what I want to hear,” and with his free hand Viggo turned Sean’s head to the side and kissed him as hard as he was able given the odd angle.
Pulling back from the kiss, Viggo guided Sean’s unoccupied hand behind his neck. “Want you to hold on to me like that...don’t bring them down,” he said, meaning Sean’s arms.
Viggo liked having Sean’s arms up, liked having his hands laced back behind Viggo’s neck. It opened up his sunlit body beautifully. Viggo put his right hand low on Sean’s belly and began working Sean’s cock hard with his left, all pretense of patience gone. Sean seemed torn between arching up into the rough stroking his cock was getting, and back against Viggo. Viggo had no doubt that Sean could feel his erection rubbing against Sean's bare ass. The denim must make for a fine friction. It was a delicious thought. Viggo ground his hips against Sean and got another moan.
He tightened his arms around Sean, savored the sight of his lover undulating against him, at the way the track pants were bunched halfway down Sean’s thighs, the pale skin bright and golden with morning sunlight.
Viggo licked at Sean’s neck, abruptly bit down, at the same time working Sean’s cock relentlessly, no interest in teasing in taking it slow.
Sean thrust hard up into Viggo’s hand, bucked and rocked, moaned Viggo’s name.
“Yeah,” Viggo growled, “let me see it, come on, Sean, come for me, spray it all over the fucking window,” and before Viggo could promise Sean that when they were through there he was going to get fucked against the bathroom wall again, Sean groaned and came, seed jetting out over Viggo’s fingers, some arching out to fall on one of the lifeless plants on the window sill.
Viggo ground his cock against Sean’s ass as his lover relaxed back into his arms, boneless. “God, Vig...”
Viggo smiled, nuzzled Sean’s neck, liking that Sean still hadn’t taken his arms down from around Viggo’s neck.
“You’re fucking amazing," he told Sean as he wiped his hand on the track pants, put his hands on Sean’s hips and rocked again against Sean’s ass.
Relaxed as he was, Sean let out a rough groan at sensation of Viggo’s rock hard denim clad cock rubbing against him.
He turned his face aside, licked Viggo’s neck, teased a little with his teeth. He rubbed himself back against Viggo and for a long moment their bodies just slid sensuously together, shoulder to thigh.
“You trying to tell me something?”
Viggo’s hands gripped Sean’s hips hard, then snaked one arm tight around Sean’s waist. He growled. “Yeah, I’m telling you it’s about time I planted something around here."
Sean laughed out loud, and Viggo loved the sound of it, would do anything to keep Sean like that, happy and laughing. He was more than a little disappointed when Sean’s arms finally dropped away, but the disappointment didn’t last. Sean turned around, grinned that brilliant, irresistible grin. “What’re you planning on planting? You sure you’re not out of season?”
Viggo shook his head, grabbed Sean and pulled him close, drew the flimsy track pants back up over his hips but not before letting his hands slide beneath them, down and over Sean’s ass.
He squeezed once, hard. “Oh, feels like just the perfect time to me.”
Sean gave him another grin, and this time there was a challenge in it. “Think so?”
Viggo licked his lips, nodded. “Yeah, I do.”
Sean drew away, pulling Viggo with him toward the stairs. “Well, get your arse moving. We’re losing the light.”
Deferring to Sean’s experience in planting, Viggo dutifully followed.
Hours later found them boneless and exhausted, tangled together on rumpled, stained sheets. Viggo stroked Sean’s hair as they rested, thinking of the seed he had, indeed, planted deep inside his lover. As much as they’d laughed at the play on words earlier, Viggo found himself thinking of it now, and not laughing. The idea of his seed buried deep inside Sean was just...oh yeah.
“Maybe I’ll start helping you with your garden,” he announced suddenly, not even sure if Sean was still awake.
After a moment Sean lifted his head, looked at Viggo sleepily, then settled back down.
“Sounds good.” He said slowly, eyes warm on Viggo’s. A slow grin curved his lips. “Got a few things that needs planting, myself.”
Viggo grinned back, nodded, all for that idea. All over that idea, actually. He gathered Sean close, his hand moving in long strokes up and down Sean’s bare, sweaty back until Sean's breathing evened out in sleep.
When Viggo's eyes slid shut, he was still thinking of that little part of himself deep inside Sean, and later, he dreamed of them working in Sean’s garden under a warm, bright sun, together.
Series: Domesticity, After a Fashion (2/5)
Title: In Season
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: Nc&17
Summary: Sean’s indoor plants aren’t faring well, Viggo thinks it’s a perfect time for planting.
Disclaimer: this is fiction and in no way implies anything as to the real lives to the lovely men who are inspirations for these characters.
Archive: Rubytackle, my LJ
Note: more slightly domestic VigBean, meant as a sequel to Scrubbing Bubbles, but you need not have read that to follow this.
Feedback: very welcomed and appreciated!
~*~
By the time Viggo woke Sean was already up and out of bed. Viggo yawned and stretched, disappointed. His favorite thing to do in the morning was to wake his lover with a well placed lick and nip...well, his second favorite thing. Easing his way to the edge of the bed, Viggo pushed the sheets away, eyed the yellow light that filled the curtains with a bright glow and figured it must be well into the morning.
He looked around at the digital clock on the night table at Sean’s side of the bed. 9:40. Viggo yawned again, scrubbed a hand through his hair, winced a little as a muscle in his lower back protested. Abruptly he grinned, thinking of the night before...of the afternoon before...of Sean in the bathroom and of...oh yeah.
Viggo was still grinning when he exited the bathroom a few minutes later, having pulled on an old t-shirt and a pair of Sean’s ratty jeans he’d found on top of the hamper. Sean could laugh and shake his head all he wanted, but it was something Viggo enjoyed, having something of Sean’s next to his skin. In fact, he did it more often than his lover realized.
Heading downstairs Viggo shuffled to the kitchen and paused in the doorway. Sean was on the other side of the room, just past the kitchen table by the window, and God, Viggo wondered what it was about his lover and the sun. The man just seemed to attract it. Viggo took a few steps further into the room, leaned against the counter, and just watched.
Sean was busy with his watering can, seeing to his plants where they sat on the wide window sill. Viggo watched the way Sean moved, watched his hands, watched as the thin cotton track pants clung to Sean’s body in all the right places even despite being a bit on the baggy side for Vig’s taste. The sunlight streamed in through the bare window, painting Sean’s profile in gold, streaking his hair with the same and Viggo thought he could see the slight outline of Sean’s nipples through his nearly threadbare Sheffield United t-shirt.
The man only had about a hundred and forty of the damned shirts, and Viggo loved each and every one, as they were all just this side of transparent.
After a moment Sean had reached the end of the row of plants. He tipped his watering can once more and muttered something Viggo couldn’t quite make out.
Viggo smiled, pushed off the counter. “You’re supposed to encourage them, Sean, not scold them.”
Sean glanced up just as Viggo rounded the kitchen table. The frown on his face lifted momentarily. “Hey, lay about...just look at the little bastards, Vig.” Sean gestured to the potted plants with his watering can, brow creased with dismay. “Right pitiful lot, aren’t they?”
Viggo gave the question some consideration. He nodded. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Sean was right. The plants were all rather...well, dead. Viggo knew Sean had pampered and coaxed the things for a month, and the row of brown, sickly things were the reward for his efforts.
Viggo stepped closer to Sean. “Over watered?”
Sean scowled as Viggo sidled in next to him. “No,” he replied pointedly.
“Oh, well,” Viggo began as he slipped behind Sean, wound his arms around Sean’s waist and folded his hands across his belly, “maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Sean leaned back against Viggo, groused, “I just don’t understand it...brilliant at growing things out of doors, I am, but indoors, well I’m just shite at it.”
Viggo slid his hands underneath Sean’s barely there shirt, sighed as he ran his palms ran over the warm, flat belly. “Oh, I’d say you’re pretty good, myself, in or out of doors.”
Sean laughed, sat the watering can on the kitchen table, let his head fall back against Viggo’s shoulder. He reached up with one hand, slid it behind Viggo’s neck, held on lightly as the other grabbed at Viggo’s left hand that was taking a slow dive toward the waistband of Sean’s pants.
”Christ, Vig, have you no respect for the dead, you wanker.”
Viggo laughed, sent his left hand lower and when he achieved the waistband of the track pants, Sean let it go.
Viggo turned his head, bit lightly at Sean’s neck, amused that the majority of Sean’s attention was still on the...well, deceased foliage in the window. He was going to have to do something about that.
“Nope,” he offered after a moment of enjoying the growl Sean let loose as the left hand that’d worked lower into Sean’s pants suddenly wrapped around his shaft, “none at all.”
He nipped again at Sean’s neck, then soothed the bite with his tongue, concentrating on the man in his arms, on the cock filling in his hand. “Life is for living, I always say.”
That got another laugh from Sean, and Viggo grinned. The laugh soon melted into a low moan as Viggo fisted Sean’s, now very interested, cock. Sean arched into the touch, the hand latched behind Viggo’s neck abruptly tightening. With his free hand Viggo pushed at the track pants, finally able with Sean’s help, to push them down off Sean’ hips.
Viggo gave Sean’s cock a long, teasing stroke that drew a long moan from his lover.
“Yeah, that’s what I want to hear,” and with his free hand Viggo turned Sean’s head to the side and kissed him as hard as he was able given the odd angle.
Pulling back from the kiss, Viggo guided Sean’s unoccupied hand behind his neck. “Want you to hold on to me like that...don’t bring them down,” he said, meaning Sean’s arms.
Viggo liked having Sean’s arms up, liked having his hands laced back behind Viggo’s neck. It opened up his sunlit body beautifully. Viggo put his right hand low on Sean’s belly and began working Sean’s cock hard with his left, all pretense of patience gone. Sean seemed torn between arching up into the rough stroking his cock was getting, and back against Viggo. Viggo had no doubt that Sean could feel his erection rubbing against Sean's bare ass. The denim must make for a fine friction. It was a delicious thought. Viggo ground his hips against Sean and got another moan.
He tightened his arms around Sean, savored the sight of his lover undulating against him, at the way the track pants were bunched halfway down Sean’s thighs, the pale skin bright and golden with morning sunlight.
Viggo licked at Sean’s neck, abruptly bit down, at the same time working Sean’s cock relentlessly, no interest in teasing in taking it slow.
Sean thrust hard up into Viggo’s hand, bucked and rocked, moaned Viggo’s name.
“Yeah,” Viggo growled, “let me see it, come on, Sean, come for me, spray it all over the fucking window,” and before Viggo could promise Sean that when they were through there he was going to get fucked against the bathroom wall again, Sean groaned and came, seed jetting out over Viggo’s fingers, some arching out to fall on one of the lifeless plants on the window sill.
Viggo ground his cock against Sean’s ass as his lover relaxed back into his arms, boneless. “God, Vig...”
Viggo smiled, nuzzled Sean’s neck, liking that Sean still hadn’t taken his arms down from around Viggo’s neck.
“You’re fucking amazing," he told Sean as he wiped his hand on the track pants, put his hands on Sean’s hips and rocked again against Sean’s ass.
Relaxed as he was, Sean let out a rough groan at sensation of Viggo’s rock hard denim clad cock rubbing against him.
He turned his face aside, licked Viggo’s neck, teased a little with his teeth. He rubbed himself back against Viggo and for a long moment their bodies just slid sensuously together, shoulder to thigh.
“You trying to tell me something?”
Viggo’s hands gripped Sean’s hips hard, then snaked one arm tight around Sean’s waist. He growled. “Yeah, I’m telling you it’s about time I planted something around here."
Sean laughed out loud, and Viggo loved the sound of it, would do anything to keep Sean like that, happy and laughing. He was more than a little disappointed when Sean’s arms finally dropped away, but the disappointment didn’t last. Sean turned around, grinned that brilliant, irresistible grin. “What’re you planning on planting? You sure you’re not out of season?”
Viggo shook his head, grabbed Sean and pulled him close, drew the flimsy track pants back up over his hips but not before letting his hands slide beneath them, down and over Sean’s ass.
He squeezed once, hard. “Oh, feels like just the perfect time to me.”
Sean gave him another grin, and this time there was a challenge in it. “Think so?”
Viggo licked his lips, nodded. “Yeah, I do.”
Sean drew away, pulling Viggo with him toward the stairs. “Well, get your arse moving. We’re losing the light.”
Deferring to Sean’s experience in planting, Viggo dutifully followed.
Hours later found them boneless and exhausted, tangled together on rumpled, stained sheets. Viggo stroked Sean’s hair as they rested, thinking of the seed he had, indeed, planted deep inside his lover. As much as they’d laughed at the play on words earlier, Viggo found himself thinking of it now, and not laughing. The idea of his seed buried deep inside Sean was just...oh yeah.
“Maybe I’ll start helping you with your garden,” he announced suddenly, not even sure if Sean was still awake.
After a moment Sean lifted his head, looked at Viggo sleepily, then settled back down.
“Sounds good.” He said slowly, eyes warm on Viggo’s. A slow grin curved his lips. “Got a few things that needs planting, myself.”
Viggo grinned back, nodded, all for that idea. All over that idea, actually. He gathered Sean close, his hand moving in long strokes up and down Sean’s bare, sweaty back until Sean's breathing evened out in sleep.
When Viggo's eyes slid shut, he was still thinking of that little part of himself deep inside Sean, and later, he dreamed of them working in Sean’s garden under a warm, bright sun, together.
