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VigBean update!
For those that are still interested, sorry this was so long in coming! I've decided to cap this series off at five parts, and I actually know how it's going to end, but every time I sit down to write, something else happens instead, but five seems like a good number so we'll see. *g* Anyway, more sapping madness...
Series: Domesticity, After a Fashion (4/5)
Title: Herbs, Beds and Lovers
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: Mature. Nc - 17
Summary: Sean and his herb garden have Viggo hot, and wondering about the future.
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, 2 and 3 here: Scrubbing Bubbles, In Season and Causality of Circumstance. 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: sappy madness, unbeta’ed attempts at hotness.
~*~
By the time Viggo woke up and got dressed Sean was already outside, busy at work with the herb garden situated just off the patio. Following the aroma of freshly brewed, life giving coffee, Viggo shuffled into the kitchen. Having poured himself a mug full he leaned against the counter by the sink and peered out the window at the sun drenched morning, and at a sun drenched Sean.
His lover was on his knees, fussing over the newly planted herbs, and by the looks of the small but neatly organized garden Sean had been at work for some time. His hair was dark with sweat and the t-shirt he wore bore dark patches around his neck and down his spine. From where Viggo was standing he had a fine view of Sean’s back, of the muscles clothed in the damp sky blue t-shirt that clung in all the right ways to Sean’s lean body. Viggo grinned when he realized that the tattered old shirt was one of his own. He recognized the paint spatters immediately and was again quite taken with the idea of Sean wearing something of his. He wondered if his lover would like to have something a bit more personal than the ratty shirt, though, it did look damned good on Sean.
Well, a thought for another time, he supposed. As it was Viggo was determined to make the most of what time they did have. Sean had projects coming up soon, work that would take him away from Idaho and neither of them had discussed the next few months. Viggo knew what he wanted, had known the moment he asked Sean to come be with him for a month while Sean was taking a break from work. It’d been two months now, and Sean hadn’t made noises about leaving and Viggo hadn’t invited him to. They’d spent the time fucking and laughing, working in the gardens Sean had created around Viggo’s house... making love every night.
Viggo took another sip of coffee and watched Sean. It was a sight he knew he wanted for the rest of his life, but for now he was happy just living in the moment. Putting his mug down, he wondered briefly where he’d left his shoes, but he didn’t wear them most of the time anyway, so he headed outside barefoot.
“Hey,” he said as he stepped onto the sun warmed stone tiles of the patio.
Sean glanced up, face splitting into a grin that reeled Viggo in like a fish on a line. “Hey, you,” he said, smile aimed up at Viggo. “Bout time you showed.”
Viggo kneeled down, caught his lover behind the neck, threaded his fingers into the sweaty hair at Sean’s nape. He brushed his lips, so slowly, once, then twice over Sean’s before tightening his grip and simply taking Sean’s mouth. His arm went around Sean’s waist, pulled him close and Viggo hummed with pure pleasure as Sean opened up to him, let Viggo kiss him deep and hard. Hunger broke open inside Viggo and the kiss turned harder, deeper, all but fucking Sean’s mouth sloppily.
When they broke apart both men were breathing fast, lips wet and tingling. Viggo took one look at the warm, satisfied look on Sean’s face and dipped his head, took a long lick up Sean’s neck from the hollow of his throat to his jugular. He tasted warmth and the salt of sweat, and something he imagined was simply Sean. In his arms Sean groaned, head tipped back and Viggo took the invitation to take another taste. The second was better than the first and Viggo was inspired to leave an even dozen nipping kisses along Sean’s neck and jaw before he drew away.
“God, you taste so fucking good.”
Sean’s eyes had closed but now they slid open, green gaze gleaming. “Christ, really don’t know how I ever get anything done around here with you after me all the time.”
Viggo laughed, pulled Sean tighter against him and brushed his lips again over Sean’s, just once this time. “Keep looking like you do and I’ll do more than be after you,” Viggo let his grip in Sean’s hair tighten minutely. “I be in you,” and with that he let both hands drop, slide down Sean’s back and grab his denim clad ass.
Sean laughed, but the laugh quickly melted into a growl and he moved restlessly, trapped between Viggo’s body and the hard grip of strong hands. “Fuck, Vig...” There was a moment of heavy breath and rubbing, denim rasped against denim as both men lost themselves in the delicious friction. Finally Sean continued. “You’re in me all the time as it is, greedy bastard.”
Viggo nibbled at Sean’s earlobe, a hot spot for his lover. He mumbled, “I’ll show you greedy,” but before he could get his hands on Sean’s button fly, he was pushed away.
“Vig, the parsley!”
“Wha?” Viggo asked, blinked as Sean tugged at him. Belatedly he realized he’d inadvertently plowed across one of Sean’s neat rows with his knee.
“Shit, “ Viggo mumbled as Sean pulled him away. Even half hard and hungry for his lover, Viggo couldn’t help but shake his head and grin as Sean inspected the damage.
A few seconds passed before Sean glanced up. “First me tea rose and now the parsley. Christ, Vig, you’re a one man demolishing crew.”
Viggo’s grin widened. “Don’t you think that’s a bit of an exaggeration?”
For all his censure, Sean was grinning too, and he shuffled across on his knees to Viggo, careful to avoid the neatly arranged rows. He put his hands on Viggo’s hips and looked into his lover’s blue eyes. “Get out of the garden and let me finish, and you can get in me all you want, in our bed. Getting too old for this outdoor fucking every day, I am.”
Viggo laughed outright. “Bullshit. You love it when I fuck you in our garden.”
There was a long pause, then, “Yeah, you’re right, but I don’t like having to reorder the whole bloody thing every day. Now, away with yer, and lemme finish.”
Sean had already turned back to his precious herbs, leaving Viggo to muse on how it’d come to be that he was jealous of parsley, when it hit him. Our bed. Our garden. Holy fuck, had they really said that? Viggo watched Sean work and yes, they had. Which meant... what?
Viggo pushed the thought aside. Sean might not have meant anything by it. Might not have even realized... Viggo got to his feet, dusted off his knees and went inside the house, didn’t stop until he was in the upstairs bedroom, flat on his back on the bed. Our bed? He stared up at the ceiling.
Yeah, he thought. Our bed. He liked the thought, and others followed it that he liked even more, but before he’d figured out how he was going to approach Sean, make certain they really were on the same page, he changed his mind and decided to leave it for later. Maybe he should just wait and see, not take any chances. Viggo didn’t want to push for more than he could have, and he certainly didn’t want to lose what he had.
Still… our bed.
Viggo closed his eyes and tried to relax, but before long he felt the bed dip and Sean slid atop him, heavy and hot. Lips nuzzled his neck and Viggo’s hands moved up Sean’s back, into his hair, back down again. Sean moaned as Viggo’s hands slipped inside his jeans and boxers, kneaded his bare ass. “Fuck, Vig, want you,” he breathed, and that was all it took and Viggo tipped Sean onto his back, worked his jeans down over his trim hips.
Viggo worked fast getting Sean’s jeans off, driven by the thought of losing himself inside his lover, of just fucking Sean through the mattress. He didn’t even bother to shuck off his own clothes but just lowered his zipper, shoved his own jeans out of the way. Sean still wore Viggo’s shirt, but that was all he had on as Viggo pushed two fingers inside him. Sean bucked up off the bed and Viggo watched his fingers sink deeper, as he stretched the tight channel and told Sean how good he looked, as he told Sean to fuck himself on his fingers. Sean did, it was too gorgeous to look at and not have. Viggo couldn’t wait any longer. He fumbled for the lube on the bedside table, hurriedly slicked his cock.
Moments later both men groaned as Viggo lined up his cock, pushed inside. His jeans hampered him a bit and he cursed almost angrily, jerked them further down off his ass. He pressed forward, pumped his aching hard cock into Sean, thrust roughly into his incredibly tight hot hole. Sean wrapped his legs around Viggo and they ground against one another. Denim rasped against skin, sky blue cotton ripped and tore, sweat slick skin slipped and slid, Sean stretched and took Viggo in, Viggo rode him hard. Both of them wanted it too bad for it to last long, and a dozen hard fucks had Sean arching up, cursing. He came hard and loud as Viggo single mindedly pounded his prostate, as he streaked Viggo’s t-shirt with his release. Viggo moaned, curved his body over Sean and braced himself on the bed with one hand planted over Sean’s shoulder for leverage as he fucked, as words slipped and slid out of his mouth, “Fuck! Sean, love, goddamnit, so fucking good for me-” and he came intensely hard, pumped his hot seed into Sean’s ass that still clenched around his cock.
Viggo held himself above Sean for a moment, then collapsed against his chest, and they both lay still and just breathed, a tangle of clothes, limbs and feelings. Viggo ran his hand down Sean’s thigh, luxuriated in the feeling of his spent cock rooted deep inside Sean’s heat. Thoughtlessly Viggo murmured against Sean’s sweaty neck. It wouldn’t be until much later that he’d wonder if Sean had heard the words, “Love you, so much.”
Series: Domesticity, After a Fashion (4/5)
Title: Herbs, Beds and Lovers
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: Mature. Nc - 17
Summary: Sean and his herb garden have Viggo hot, and wondering about the future.
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, 2 and 3 here: Scrubbing Bubbles, In Season and Causality of Circumstance. 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: sappy madness, unbeta’ed attempts at hotness.
~*~
By the time Viggo woke up and got dressed Sean was already outside, busy at work with the herb garden situated just off the patio. Following the aroma of freshly brewed, life giving coffee, Viggo shuffled into the kitchen. Having poured himself a mug full he leaned against the counter by the sink and peered out the window at the sun drenched morning, and at a sun drenched Sean.
His lover was on his knees, fussing over the newly planted herbs, and by the looks of the small but neatly organized garden Sean had been at work for some time. His hair was dark with sweat and the t-shirt he wore bore dark patches around his neck and down his spine. From where Viggo was standing he had a fine view of Sean’s back, of the muscles clothed in the damp sky blue t-shirt that clung in all the right ways to Sean’s lean body. Viggo grinned when he realized that the tattered old shirt was one of his own. He recognized the paint spatters immediately and was again quite taken with the idea of Sean wearing something of his. He wondered if his lover would like to have something a bit more personal than the ratty shirt, though, it did look damned good on Sean.
Well, a thought for another time, he supposed. As it was Viggo was determined to make the most of what time they did have. Sean had projects coming up soon, work that would take him away from Idaho and neither of them had discussed the next few months. Viggo knew what he wanted, had known the moment he asked Sean to come be with him for a month while Sean was taking a break from work. It’d been two months now, and Sean hadn’t made noises about leaving and Viggo hadn’t invited him to. They’d spent the time fucking and laughing, working in the gardens Sean had created around Viggo’s house... making love every night.
Viggo took another sip of coffee and watched Sean. It was a sight he knew he wanted for the rest of his life, but for now he was happy just living in the moment. Putting his mug down, he wondered briefly where he’d left his shoes, but he didn’t wear them most of the time anyway, so he headed outside barefoot.
“Hey,” he said as he stepped onto the sun warmed stone tiles of the patio.
Sean glanced up, face splitting into a grin that reeled Viggo in like a fish on a line. “Hey, you,” he said, smile aimed up at Viggo. “Bout time you showed.”
Viggo kneeled down, caught his lover behind the neck, threaded his fingers into the sweaty hair at Sean’s nape. He brushed his lips, so slowly, once, then twice over Sean’s before tightening his grip and simply taking Sean’s mouth. His arm went around Sean’s waist, pulled him close and Viggo hummed with pure pleasure as Sean opened up to him, let Viggo kiss him deep and hard. Hunger broke open inside Viggo and the kiss turned harder, deeper, all but fucking Sean’s mouth sloppily.
When they broke apart both men were breathing fast, lips wet and tingling. Viggo took one look at the warm, satisfied look on Sean’s face and dipped his head, took a long lick up Sean’s neck from the hollow of his throat to his jugular. He tasted warmth and the salt of sweat, and something he imagined was simply Sean. In his arms Sean groaned, head tipped back and Viggo took the invitation to take another taste. The second was better than the first and Viggo was inspired to leave an even dozen nipping kisses along Sean’s neck and jaw before he drew away.
“God, you taste so fucking good.”
Sean’s eyes had closed but now they slid open, green gaze gleaming. “Christ, really don’t know how I ever get anything done around here with you after me all the time.”
Viggo laughed, pulled Sean tighter against him and brushed his lips again over Sean’s, just once this time. “Keep looking like you do and I’ll do more than be after you,” Viggo let his grip in Sean’s hair tighten minutely. “I be in you,” and with that he let both hands drop, slide down Sean’s back and grab his denim clad ass.
Sean laughed, but the laugh quickly melted into a growl and he moved restlessly, trapped between Viggo’s body and the hard grip of strong hands. “Fuck, Vig...” There was a moment of heavy breath and rubbing, denim rasped against denim as both men lost themselves in the delicious friction. Finally Sean continued. “You’re in me all the time as it is, greedy bastard.”
Viggo nibbled at Sean’s earlobe, a hot spot for his lover. He mumbled, “I’ll show you greedy,” but before he could get his hands on Sean’s button fly, he was pushed away.
“Vig, the parsley!”
“Wha?” Viggo asked, blinked as Sean tugged at him. Belatedly he realized he’d inadvertently plowed across one of Sean’s neat rows with his knee.
“Shit, “ Viggo mumbled as Sean pulled him away. Even half hard and hungry for his lover, Viggo couldn’t help but shake his head and grin as Sean inspected the damage.
A few seconds passed before Sean glanced up. “First me tea rose and now the parsley. Christ, Vig, you’re a one man demolishing crew.”
Viggo’s grin widened. “Don’t you think that’s a bit of an exaggeration?”
For all his censure, Sean was grinning too, and he shuffled across on his knees to Viggo, careful to avoid the neatly arranged rows. He put his hands on Viggo’s hips and looked into his lover’s blue eyes. “Get out of the garden and let me finish, and you can get in me all you want, in our bed. Getting too old for this outdoor fucking every day, I am.”
Viggo laughed outright. “Bullshit. You love it when I fuck you in our garden.”
There was a long pause, then, “Yeah, you’re right, but I don’t like having to reorder the whole bloody thing every day. Now, away with yer, and lemme finish.”
Sean had already turned back to his precious herbs, leaving Viggo to muse on how it’d come to be that he was jealous of parsley, when it hit him. Our bed. Our garden. Holy fuck, had they really said that? Viggo watched Sean work and yes, they had. Which meant... what?
Viggo pushed the thought aside. Sean might not have meant anything by it. Might not have even realized... Viggo got to his feet, dusted off his knees and went inside the house, didn’t stop until he was in the upstairs bedroom, flat on his back on the bed. Our bed? He stared up at the ceiling.
Yeah, he thought. Our bed. He liked the thought, and others followed it that he liked even more, but before he’d figured out how he was going to approach Sean, make certain they really were on the same page, he changed his mind and decided to leave it for later. Maybe he should just wait and see, not take any chances. Viggo didn’t want to push for more than he could have, and he certainly didn’t want to lose what he had.
Still… our bed.
Viggo closed his eyes and tried to relax, but before long he felt the bed dip and Sean slid atop him, heavy and hot. Lips nuzzled his neck and Viggo’s hands moved up Sean’s back, into his hair, back down again. Sean moaned as Viggo’s hands slipped inside his jeans and boxers, kneaded his bare ass. “Fuck, Vig, want you,” he breathed, and that was all it took and Viggo tipped Sean onto his back, worked his jeans down over his trim hips.
Viggo worked fast getting Sean’s jeans off, driven by the thought of losing himself inside his lover, of just fucking Sean through the mattress. He didn’t even bother to shuck off his own clothes but just lowered his zipper, shoved his own jeans out of the way. Sean still wore Viggo’s shirt, but that was all he had on as Viggo pushed two fingers inside him. Sean bucked up off the bed and Viggo watched his fingers sink deeper, as he stretched the tight channel and told Sean how good he looked, as he told Sean to fuck himself on his fingers. Sean did, it was too gorgeous to look at and not have. Viggo couldn’t wait any longer. He fumbled for the lube on the bedside table, hurriedly slicked his cock.
Moments later both men groaned as Viggo lined up his cock, pushed inside. His jeans hampered him a bit and he cursed almost angrily, jerked them further down off his ass. He pressed forward, pumped his aching hard cock into Sean, thrust roughly into his incredibly tight hot hole. Sean wrapped his legs around Viggo and they ground against one another. Denim rasped against skin, sky blue cotton ripped and tore, sweat slick skin slipped and slid, Sean stretched and took Viggo in, Viggo rode him hard. Both of them wanted it too bad for it to last long, and a dozen hard fucks had Sean arching up, cursing. He came hard and loud as Viggo single mindedly pounded his prostate, as he streaked Viggo’s t-shirt with his release. Viggo moaned, curved his body over Sean and braced himself on the bed with one hand planted over Sean’s shoulder for leverage as he fucked, as words slipped and slid out of his mouth, “Fuck! Sean, love, goddamnit, so fucking good for me-” and he came intensely hard, pumped his hot seed into Sean’s ass that still clenched around his cock.
Viggo held himself above Sean for a moment, then collapsed against his chest, and they both lay still and just breathed, a tangle of clothes, limbs and feelings. Viggo ran his hand down Sean’s thigh, luxuriated in the feeling of his spent cock rooted deep inside Sean’s heat. Thoughtlessly Viggo murmured against Sean’s sweaty neck. It wouldn’t be until much later that he’d wonder if Sean had heard the words, “Love you, so much.”