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And then there were three...
Since this has gotten completely out of my control, I’ve gone back and numbered the prior fics, as this has turned into a series.
Series: Domesticity, After a Fashion (3/5)
Title: Causality of Circumstance
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: Mature. Nc&17
Summary: Sean works in the garden, Viggo supposedly helps.
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.
Note: Find parts 1 and 2 here: Scrubbing Bubbles and In Season Even still, you need not have read those to understand this here.
Archive: My LJ, Rugbytackle
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated!
Warnings: none really that the rating above doesn’t cover...sap, unbeta’ed attempts at hotness.
~*~
Sean was wearing his faded jeans again. Pair number eighteen...the ones that were a little too long, and had ragged holes in both the knees. Every now and then, as Sean knelt to clear away a weed in a flower bed, or dig a hole for the tea roses he was busy transplanting, Viggo would catch a flash of skin.
Viggo shifted the hoe in his hands where he weeded the border grass that ran along the patio. He hacked at the weeds that had managed to take hold and that Sean had explained ‘needs seeing to, and right quick’ and thought of Sean’s long legs. Viggo thought of those knees bent and slung up over his shoulders as Viggo thrust hard into that tight and-
“Vig! Stop!”
-oh, so fucking hot-
“Goddamit! Viggo!”
Viggo jerked, nearly dropping his hoe. “What?”
“You’re murdering me roses, you git!”
Viggo looked down at his feet. Pale pink petals lay scattered on the moist brown soil. He had indeed, half hacked away one of the tea roses that Sean had, only just that morning, transplanted from a larger bush that grew rampart alongside the house. Viggo jerked the hoe back from the mess he’d made. The rose bush lay broken and mangled and Viggo waggled the hoe, attempting to shake loose a crumpled petal clinging to the blade as if getting rid of it would sever his connection with the destruction of the flower from which it came.
Sean strode across the grass, and was not smiling. Viggo waggled harder, and then downshifted into apologetic.
“Fuck! I’m sorry Sean...I guess, I wasn’t paying attention.”
Sean surveyed the damage, and though Viggo was genuinely sorry for what he’d done, he couldn’t help but notice that Sean’s thin blue t-shirt (all his Blade tees were in the hamper) was dark with sweat along the neck and armpits. Through his work gloves, Viggo’s fingers tightened on the wooden hoe handle.
“Fuck it, Vig. If I’d wanted to kill the damned thing, I’d have brought it indoors.” Sean wiped his forearm across his sweaty face and unknowingly smudged himself with dirt.
Sean’s hair was dark with sweat too. He’d slicked it back from his face, but his constant bending and kneeling in the flower beds had caused it to fall down over his forehead...tousled, mussed, unkempt...Viggo shook himself and tried to appear apologetic and not turned on.
While Sean assessed the pummeled rosebush, Viggo gave up caring whether he looked turned on or not. Sean had a smudge of dirt along his cheek that Viggo just itched to wash off. Sure, he was a good actor, more or less he thought, but he wasn’t that good an actor. He wanted Sean, and bad, and there was no hiding it.
From gardening to sex in one point two seconds...oh yeah.
Sean’s attention momentarily diverted, Viggo took his time in looking at his lover, gaze roving up and down Sean’s body. He paused at the hollow of Sean’s throat, at the sweat that clung there. Viggo figured one well placed lick could-
“Bloody hell, Vig. What were you thinking of?”
Viggo was still staring at Sean’s throat, imagining his tongue there.
“You.” Viggo said roughly.
Sean blinked. “Wot?”
Viggo cleared his throat, grinned, suddenly so unapologetic. “You. I was thinking of you.”
Viggo grinned wider at the slow smile that curved Sean’s lips. His cock twitched, and hard. Apparently the killing of the rosebush didn’t merit withholding...well, whatever it was Sean was going to let Viggo do to him.
“Anything specific?” Sean asked after a moment of sizing Viggo up.
Viggo dropped his hoe, made to shuck off his work gloves, ready to show Sean what he had been thinking instead of using words. “No,” Sean said, still smiling, his voice having dropped into that oh-I-know-you-want-to-fuck-me octave that Viggo loved.
“Leave’em on.” Sean said, meaning Viggo’s gloves.
Viggo nearly moaned. He left the gloves on, but stepped forward and pulled off Sean’s, though he almost didn’t. The dirty gloves matched the dirty knees, and on Sean all of it was fucking sexy. Viggo reached out and put his hands on Sean’s hips.
“I like you like this, sweaty, hot and dirty.” He leaned in and put his mouth on Sean’s, tongue slipping easily inside as Sean opened up to him. Holy fuck, yeah, open up for me, love...
Viggo stroked Sean’s mouth roughly for a long, soul searing moment, and when Sean pulled away Viggo’s hands tightened hard on his hips.
“Where ya goin’?” he growled.
Sean only grinned and dropped to his knees. The sight made Viggo’s own knees weak.
“Fuck, Sean,”
Sean nudged Viggo’s legs apart, his bare, long fingered hands rubbing up and down Viggo’s thighs as he knelt, as he looked up at Viggo.
“What do you want, Vig?”
For just one moment, Viggo forgot how to draw air into his lungs. He laid a gloved hand against Sean’s sweat damp hair, looked down into the smiling green eyes.
“I want you,” he practically whispered, then added with a stronger tone, “want your mouth on me.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Sean agreed and popped open Viggo’s button fly.
Viggo got his fingers tangled in Sean’s relatively short hair as much as he could with gloves on. By the time Sean had his jeans and briefs pushed out of the way Viggo was desperate to shove inside that gorgeous mouth.
His fingers tightened slightly in Sean’s hair. “God, Sean, want you now.”
Sean’s response was to look up into Viggo’s eyes, and lower his head. Their gazes remained locked together until it was impossible, until Sean just swallowed Viggo’s hard cock down whole.
Viggo had been ready for a tease, a long, slow, well relatively slow, production where Sean would single mindedly drive Viggo insane, but suddenly the world melted and Viggo had to shut his eyes against the hot heaven of Sean’s mouth. The only thing that could get them open again was the urge to look down at Sean’s head bobbing up and down on his dick. Just then Sean did something unspeakably gorgeous with his tongue and Viggo was already so close...he let his head fall back as he thrust into Sean, finding a rhythm only to lose it as his hips shoved forward, driving inside that incredible mouth-
“Sean! Fuck, I-” was all the warning Viggo came up with, and then he was coming hard, right into Sean.
Both Viggo’s gloved hands came to Sean’s head, fingers grabbing his hair, holding his head in place as Viggo pumped his seed down Sean’s throat.
It was only a few moments but it seemed longer, and Viggo suddenly let Sean go, nearly fell on his ass, pulled back to let Sean get a breath. Sean came up with a cough, wiped at his mouth and chin as he caught his breath, then sucked the come off his fingers that he’d just wiped away.
Viggo’s legs gave out. One moment he was standing looking down, the next he was face to face with Sean, both of them on their knees in the broad open sunlight.
“God, Sean...” was all Vig could get out.
Sean laughed. “Fucking near drowned me, you git. Must’ve been good, then.”
Viggo toppled. Fell onto his side on the grass and laughed out loud. He was happy, Sean seemed happy, seemed like a good time to laugh, Viggo thought. He reached out, grabbed Sean and drew him down onto the grass next to him. His gloved hands glided under the hem of Sean’s shirt, slipped it off over Sean’s head, tossed it away.
Viggo pinched a nipple, and earned a low moan from his lover. Sean was on his back and moaning and Viggo grinned. He eased up and over, straddled Sean, rubbed down against Sean’s hard cock that was trapped in his jeans. Viggo bent over, ran his hands all over Sean’s chest, the gloves rasping again smooth skin. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, worried it into hardness then did the same to the other as Sean bucked restlessly beneath him.
Viggo took Sean’s mouth and kissed him hard, maybe harder than he ever had. Long moments later he drew back, looked into the brilliant green eyes he so loved. “You’re going to come for me.”
Sean’s kiss bruised mouth parted, he licked his lips, nodded. Viggo scooted himself back, eased his hand down and opened Sean’s jeans, pushed them down over the trim hips along with the boxers, freeing Sean’s hard cock.
When Viggo’s gloved fingers wrapped around Sean’s hard length, he nearly bucked Viggo off. His fingers sank into the grass, his legs spread wide.
Viggo rode out the bucking, got his hand moving but took care…the thick glove blunted sensation and there was no way he wanted to hurt Sean, especially not down there, Viggo had big plans for down there, later.
Viggo worked Sean firmly, watched as his lover fell apart on the grass, giving him moans and curses in equal measure. Before long it was Sean that couldn’t keep his eyes open, that was bucking, shoving himself into Viggo.
“Yeah, love, do it, fuck yourself on my hand,”
“Vig, ahhh, ohfuckinghell!”
Viggo felt Sean’s cock jerk even through the glove, and for all that he wanted to watch those creamy jets fall over his fingers, he kept his gaze on Sean’s face.
Goddamn...mine...
It was a several long moments before Sean moved, and when he did it was only to draw Viggo up close next to him. He brushed his lips over Viggo’s, then kissed him, deep and slow and gentle. Viggo wrapped his arms around Sean, rolled them until Sean was on his back again with Viggo leaning over him.
They kissed again, and again, until Viggo drew back, breathless. His still gloved hand ghosted up Sean’s bare chest and he smiled as he felt Sean shiver beneath him. Viggo rested his hand against Sean’s neck, fingers curled slightly around, his thumb brushing back and forth along Sean’s jaw.
“I want you in my life,” he announced suddenly.
Sean blinked at him, smiled a little. “Already have that, Vig.”
Sean’s arms came up around Viggo and his hands stoked up and down Viggo’s back. Viggo couldn’t help himself, he sighed. He leaned down, rested his forehead against Sean’s.
“Tell me what you want. I’ll get it.”
There was a lengthy pause. “A new fucking rosebush, that’s what.”
Viggo couldn’t help himself. He laughed out loud. Sean was beneath him on his back and he seemed happy. Viggo was happy. Seemed like a good time to laugh, he thought.
Series: Domesticity, After a Fashion (3/5)
Title: Causality of Circumstance
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: Mature. Nc&17
Summary: Sean works in the garden, Viggo supposedly helps.
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.
Note: Find parts 1 and 2 here: Scrubbing Bubbles and In Season Even still, you need not have read those to understand this here.
Archive: My LJ, Rugbytackle
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated!
Warnings: none really that the rating above doesn’t cover...sap, unbeta’ed attempts at hotness.
~*~
Sean was wearing his faded jeans again. Pair number eighteen...the ones that were a little too long, and had ragged holes in both the knees. Every now and then, as Sean knelt to clear away a weed in a flower bed, or dig a hole for the tea roses he was busy transplanting, Viggo would catch a flash of skin.
Viggo shifted the hoe in his hands where he weeded the border grass that ran along the patio. He hacked at the weeds that had managed to take hold and that Sean had explained ‘needs seeing to, and right quick’ and thought of Sean’s long legs. Viggo thought of those knees bent and slung up over his shoulders as Viggo thrust hard into that tight and-
“Vig! Stop!”
-oh, so fucking hot-
“Goddamit! Viggo!”
Viggo jerked, nearly dropping his hoe. “What?”
“You’re murdering me roses, you git!”
Viggo looked down at his feet. Pale pink petals lay scattered on the moist brown soil. He had indeed, half hacked away one of the tea roses that Sean had, only just that morning, transplanted from a larger bush that grew rampart alongside the house. Viggo jerked the hoe back from the mess he’d made. The rose bush lay broken and mangled and Viggo waggled the hoe, attempting to shake loose a crumpled petal clinging to the blade as if getting rid of it would sever his connection with the destruction of the flower from which it came.
Sean strode across the grass, and was not smiling. Viggo waggled harder, and then downshifted into apologetic.
“Fuck! I’m sorry Sean...I guess, I wasn’t paying attention.”
Sean surveyed the damage, and though Viggo was genuinely sorry for what he’d done, he couldn’t help but notice that Sean’s thin blue t-shirt (all his Blade tees were in the hamper) was dark with sweat along the neck and armpits. Through his work gloves, Viggo’s fingers tightened on the wooden hoe handle.
“Fuck it, Vig. If I’d wanted to kill the damned thing, I’d have brought it indoors.” Sean wiped his forearm across his sweaty face and unknowingly smudged himself with dirt.
Sean’s hair was dark with sweat too. He’d slicked it back from his face, but his constant bending and kneeling in the flower beds had caused it to fall down over his forehead...tousled, mussed, unkempt...Viggo shook himself and tried to appear apologetic and not turned on.
While Sean assessed the pummeled rosebush, Viggo gave up caring whether he looked turned on or not. Sean had a smudge of dirt along his cheek that Viggo just itched to wash off. Sure, he was a good actor, more or less he thought, but he wasn’t that good an actor. He wanted Sean, and bad, and there was no hiding it.
From gardening to sex in one point two seconds...oh yeah.
Sean’s attention momentarily diverted, Viggo took his time in looking at his lover, gaze roving up and down Sean’s body. He paused at the hollow of Sean’s throat, at the sweat that clung there. Viggo figured one well placed lick could-
“Bloody hell, Vig. What were you thinking of?”
Viggo was still staring at Sean’s throat, imagining his tongue there.
“You.” Viggo said roughly.
Sean blinked. “Wot?”
Viggo cleared his throat, grinned, suddenly so unapologetic. “You. I was thinking of you.”
Viggo grinned wider at the slow smile that curved Sean’s lips. His cock twitched, and hard. Apparently the killing of the rosebush didn’t merit withholding...well, whatever it was Sean was going to let Viggo do to him.
“Anything specific?” Sean asked after a moment of sizing Viggo up.
Viggo dropped his hoe, made to shuck off his work gloves, ready to show Sean what he had been thinking instead of using words. “No,” Sean said, still smiling, his voice having dropped into that oh-I-know-you-want-to-fuck-me octave that Viggo loved.
“Leave’em on.” Sean said, meaning Viggo’s gloves.
Viggo nearly moaned. He left the gloves on, but stepped forward and pulled off Sean’s, though he almost didn’t. The dirty gloves matched the dirty knees, and on Sean all of it was fucking sexy. Viggo reached out and put his hands on Sean’s hips.
“I like you like this, sweaty, hot and dirty.” He leaned in and put his mouth on Sean’s, tongue slipping easily inside as Sean opened up to him. Holy fuck, yeah, open up for me, love...
Viggo stroked Sean’s mouth roughly for a long, soul searing moment, and when Sean pulled away Viggo’s hands tightened hard on his hips.
“Where ya goin’?” he growled.
Sean only grinned and dropped to his knees. The sight made Viggo’s own knees weak.
“Fuck, Sean,”
Sean nudged Viggo’s legs apart, his bare, long fingered hands rubbing up and down Viggo’s thighs as he knelt, as he looked up at Viggo.
“What do you want, Vig?”
For just one moment, Viggo forgot how to draw air into his lungs. He laid a gloved hand against Sean’s sweat damp hair, looked down into the smiling green eyes.
“I want you,” he practically whispered, then added with a stronger tone, “want your mouth on me.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Sean agreed and popped open Viggo’s button fly.
Viggo got his fingers tangled in Sean’s relatively short hair as much as he could with gloves on. By the time Sean had his jeans and briefs pushed out of the way Viggo was desperate to shove inside that gorgeous mouth.
His fingers tightened slightly in Sean’s hair. “God, Sean, want you now.”
Sean’s response was to look up into Viggo’s eyes, and lower his head. Their gazes remained locked together until it was impossible, until Sean just swallowed Viggo’s hard cock down whole.
Viggo had been ready for a tease, a long, slow, well relatively slow, production where Sean would single mindedly drive Viggo insane, but suddenly the world melted and Viggo had to shut his eyes against the hot heaven of Sean’s mouth. The only thing that could get them open again was the urge to look down at Sean’s head bobbing up and down on his dick. Just then Sean did something unspeakably gorgeous with his tongue and Viggo was already so close...he let his head fall back as he thrust into Sean, finding a rhythm only to lose it as his hips shoved forward, driving inside that incredible mouth-
“Sean! Fuck, I-” was all the warning Viggo came up with, and then he was coming hard, right into Sean.
Both Viggo’s gloved hands came to Sean’s head, fingers grabbing his hair, holding his head in place as Viggo pumped his seed down Sean’s throat.
It was only a few moments but it seemed longer, and Viggo suddenly let Sean go, nearly fell on his ass, pulled back to let Sean get a breath. Sean came up with a cough, wiped at his mouth and chin as he caught his breath, then sucked the come off his fingers that he’d just wiped away.
Viggo’s legs gave out. One moment he was standing looking down, the next he was face to face with Sean, both of them on their knees in the broad open sunlight.
“God, Sean...” was all Vig could get out.
Sean laughed. “Fucking near drowned me, you git. Must’ve been good, then.”
Viggo toppled. Fell onto his side on the grass and laughed out loud. He was happy, Sean seemed happy, seemed like a good time to laugh, Viggo thought. He reached out, grabbed Sean and drew him down onto the grass next to him. His gloved hands glided under the hem of Sean’s shirt, slipped it off over Sean’s head, tossed it away.
Viggo pinched a nipple, and earned a low moan from his lover. Sean was on his back and moaning and Viggo grinned. He eased up and over, straddled Sean, rubbed down against Sean’s hard cock that was trapped in his jeans. Viggo bent over, ran his hands all over Sean’s chest, the gloves rasping again smooth skin. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, worried it into hardness then did the same to the other as Sean bucked restlessly beneath him.
Viggo took Sean’s mouth and kissed him hard, maybe harder than he ever had. Long moments later he drew back, looked into the brilliant green eyes he so loved. “You’re going to come for me.”
Sean’s kiss bruised mouth parted, he licked his lips, nodded. Viggo scooted himself back, eased his hand down and opened Sean’s jeans, pushed them down over the trim hips along with the boxers, freeing Sean’s hard cock.
When Viggo’s gloved fingers wrapped around Sean’s hard length, he nearly bucked Viggo off. His fingers sank into the grass, his legs spread wide.
Viggo rode out the bucking, got his hand moving but took care…the thick glove blunted sensation and there was no way he wanted to hurt Sean, especially not down there, Viggo had big plans for down there, later.
Viggo worked Sean firmly, watched as his lover fell apart on the grass, giving him moans and curses in equal measure. Before long it was Sean that couldn’t keep his eyes open, that was bucking, shoving himself into Viggo.
“Yeah, love, do it, fuck yourself on my hand,”
“Vig, ahhh, ohfuckinghell!”
Viggo felt Sean’s cock jerk even through the glove, and for all that he wanted to watch those creamy jets fall over his fingers, he kept his gaze on Sean’s face.
Goddamn...mine...
It was a several long moments before Sean moved, and when he did it was only to draw Viggo up close next to him. He brushed his lips over Viggo’s, then kissed him, deep and slow and gentle. Viggo wrapped his arms around Sean, rolled them until Sean was on his back again with Viggo leaning over him.
They kissed again, and again, until Viggo drew back, breathless. His still gloved hand ghosted up Sean’s bare chest and he smiled as he felt Sean shiver beneath him. Viggo rested his hand against Sean’s neck, fingers curled slightly around, his thumb brushing back and forth along Sean’s jaw.
“I want you in my life,” he announced suddenly.
Sean blinked at him, smiled a little. “Already have that, Vig.”
Sean’s arms came up around Viggo and his hands stoked up and down Viggo’s back. Viggo couldn’t help himself, he sighed. He leaned down, rested his forehead against Sean’s.
“Tell me what you want. I’ll get it.”
There was a lengthy pause. “A new fucking rosebush, that’s what.”
Viggo couldn’t help himself. He laughed out loud. Sean was beneath him on his back and he seemed happy. Viggo was happy. Seemed like a good time to laugh, he thought.