Title: "Perfect" Pairing: David Wenham/Viggo Mortensen Rating: NC-17 Summary: A lazy summer afternoon and a hammock. Disclaimer: Fiction, all of it. Notes: For Jo, who wanted dimple licking & Nancy, who begged for hammock sex. Summer was in full swing, the air redolent with sunshine and warmth, heavy with the scent of the violets blooming in careless disarray and freshly mowed grass. Dave wandered out the sliding glass door to the fenced in back yard and stretched, gazing at the view of the mountains from the porch in satisfaction. It was so beautiful here, gorgeous beyond compare. Lush, verdant -- so different from Australia's austere beauty. New Zealand was more like Eden, or the Elysian Fields. Unspoiled and perfect. "You know, sometimes I think you brood more than I do." Dave leaned back into the warm, bare chest pressed up against his own naked back, tilted his head to the lips on his ear. Ink-stained, calloused fingers tugged on the belt loops of Dave's cut-offs, pulling him even closer. "I'm not brooding," Dave replied, placing a quick kiss to a stubbled jaw, tongue darting out for a quick lick at the dimple hidden there. "I'm admiring." "You're concentrating too hard on it," Viggo stated. "Come on. I'll show you how to properly appreciate a day like today." Dave let himself be led to the hammock strung between two tall trees. "This is going to involve sex, isn't it?" Viggo spared him a quick, amused glance before lying back on the hammock. "One track mind, I swear. Doesn't it get embarrassing to have your brain in the gutter all the time?" Dave snorted, crawled beside Viggo, spooned his back to Viggo's chest, the blond hairs tickling his spine, muscled legs twining with his. "Yeah, that would be me. Constantly, 24/7. Sex, sex, all day, all night." "At least you're man enough to admit it." Dave shivered a bit at the soft touch of lips on his neck and shoulder. "I'm all about exploring my inner manliness," he murmured. "And thank God for that." The lips were joined by Viggo's tongue between his shoulder blades. "Vig?" "Yeah?" "You're talking too much again." Dave twisted slightly, stroked Viggo's lips in a mellow kiss, opened his mouth to a questing tongue, sucked on the end, used his own to explore and taste and sip. The faint taste of cigar smoke and lemons teased his senses, stubble abraded his chin, legs scratched together softly as they moved together. The hammock rocked and swayed gently in the late afternoon breeze, tickling the hairs on the back of Dave's neck, cooling heated skin as he slanted his mouth over Viggo's again, delving deeper, taking more. "Talking's overrated," Viggo breathed when Dave moved his lips down to suck on the dimple on Viggo's chin, tongue scraping rough hairs, darting in, teeth marking the small indentation before being soothing with soft lips. Viggo tilted his head back, and Dave took the hint, twisting in Viggo's embrace, moving his lips to Viggo's adam's apple, tasting and licking firm flesh, enthralled by warm, sun-kissed skin. "Want you." Viggo whispered the words across Dave's forehead, soft breath fluttering across blond bangs. "Then take me." A last tongue swipe, and Dave twisted back around, unzipped his shorts, pulling them carefully down his hips. Viggo took over, sliding them down his legs until he was able to kick them on the grass. Dave heard the harsh sound of another zipper, and Viggo wiggled out of his own cut-offs, turning immediately back to Dave, pressing a slick finger inside him, sliding in and curling so smoothly that Dave had to bite his lip to keep from screaming at the unexpected pleasure. "Jesus, Vig," he panted, moving back into the twisting finger currently finding every nerve, every tiny spot. "You plan this or something?" "Of course I did." Viggo threw the small bottle of lotion on the ground beside their discarded shorts, replaced his finger with the tip of his cock. "You ready?" "God, yes." Dave arched back, rubbed his legs over Viggo's, eager to have as much skin on skin contact as possible. He pushed into Viggo's small thrust, easing Viggo's cock past the tight ring of muscle, movements small and precise, almost a part of the rocking of the hammock. Deeper, deeper -- each advance pushed Viggo further in until he was completely buried inside hot, welcoming flesh. Viggo moaned against Dave's shoulder, pulled out, slid back in, and Dave moved with him, matched every thrust. Viggo skimmed a hand along Dave's hip, grasped Dave's penis with light, knowing fingers, smoothed his hand up the firm flesh, touch gentle and assured. It was lethargic and unhurried, as pleasant as the breeze still wafting over them -- every movement, every small push, every slight moan all played out in slow-motion perfection. A moving snap-shot preserved by rocking hips and knowing hands, soft kisses and lazy tongues twining around each other when they came, each breathing their release into the other's mouth, taking and sharing and giving satisfaction. "Mmm," Dave sighed, snuggling back against Viggo's chest, closed his eyes in contentment. "Don't go yet." "Alright." Viggo curled his arm around Dave's waist, nuzzled his hair. "Don't think I can move anyway." "Ditto that," Dave agreed. He was lethargic and sated...it felt fucking fantastic. "And thank you." Viggo's warm laughter flowed like honey across Dave's skin. "My pleasure." "Think we could spend the rest of the day like this?" "Well..." Viggo shifted and Dave moaned "...possibly." Dave gripped Viggo's thigh, and moved back into the easy movement. "Perfect." If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!