Sean's warm breath on his neck, soft lips on his shoulder, gentle finger teasing just inside him... How could anything possibly compete? "Morning," Viggo groaned, hips already moving back into Sean's finger, back curling into Sean's chest. "Morning." Sean's lips continued their journey up Viggo's shoulder to his neck, and Sean's finger continued to move inside Viggo, rimming the sensitive outside flesh before delving back in with a slow, circular motion that had Viggo breathless with need. Just...um...yeah. More. Fuck, but Sean had talented fingers. Sean claimed Viggo's ear with nibbling teeth as his other hand stroked Viggo's chest, brushing through the light hairs. Viggo pushed into one hand, back against the other, head dropping forward, allowing Sean better access to his ear, his neck. Good, great, sublime, fuck -- Viggo continued to shift restlessly on cool, cotton sheets, his world consisting of only one thing. Sean. The perfect way to wake up. Except -- ah -- fuck yes, better. Sean's cock replacing Sean's finger, grinding inside him in minute movements. "How is it that you're always so amazingly tight?" Sean wondered, tangling their legs together, thrusting in small circles. "Dunno." Viggo grabbed Sean's hand, brought it down to his own hard cock, plunged back into Sean's forward motion. Viggo groaned...amazing thing, Sean's cock. No matter how many times or in how many ways Viggo had it, it was still perfect, still filled him to completion, still had the power to reduce his mind to ashes, his thoughts to cinders, his body to dust. They moved as one on the bed, bodies rocking into each other, Sean's lips still teasing Viggo's ear and neck, tilting Viggo's head back to catch his lips in an unhurried, smoldering kiss. Sean's tongue speared Viggo's mouth, mimicking the motions of his cock, and Viggo allowed both invasions, needed nothing more this, nothing more than the fire sweeping through him. Sean sped his hand on Viggo's cock, the hips pistoning into him sped up, and those first familiar sparks of orgasm jumped to life. Viggo's back now glistened with sweat as it rubbed over Sean's lean chest, his legs shifted restlessly against Sean's. His kiss grew frantic, grasping. Tiny bursts of light exploded behind Viggo's eyes as he came, felt Sean shudder against him, around him, into him. Viggo sank into the sheets, into Sean's embrace, into a kiss that quieted, that soothed. "Love you," Sean mumbled against Viggo's lips, tightened arms around him. "Love you too." Viggo sighed the words back, stretched into Sean's embrace. "We just gonna stay like this all day, then?" "Sounds lovely. A whole day of you and me and the bed." Sean nuzzled Viggo's back, low, sexy accent skittering heat straight up Viggo's spine. Should be used to it by now, used to the way Sean made every single mundane word sound like liquid sex...but he wasn't. Wasn't sure he'd ever be. And that was fine. There were certainly worse things that being so turned on by your lover's voice that you practically had to jump him every single time he opened his mouth. And much worse things than standing back and watching in silent amusement as everyone around you also fell victim to it. "Ah, well, good to have our day sorted," Viggo replied. Bed and Sean it was to be. Viggo fluffed up his pillow with a free hand, settled back, listened to the patter of rain tapping against the windows, pounding on the roof. Lovely country, New Zealand -- Middle Earth come to life. But fucked if it didn't rain just a bit fucking much. Viggo sighed as memories of the rain-saturated Helm's Deep shoot flashed across his brain. Nine weeks of torrential downpours, endless nights of shooting...and missing Sean every day. Bones aching, muscles aching, brain so tired Viggo could barely function most days. The whole thing had been a soggy, drenched, water-logged Hell. "You're all tense, love. What is it?" Viggo turned a bit in Sean's arms, kissed the hollow of his throat. "It's raining." "Yes, it is," Sean agreed, propping his head up on one elbow. His other drifted through the hairs on Viggo's stomach. "Still thinking of Helm's Deep?" "It sucked. Massively. I think it even wore PJ out." "Ah well, it's over now, things are back to somewhat normal," Sean smiled, his kiss loving. "And we don't have to go out in it. We can just stay here, cozy and dry in the bed and shag each other senseless." "Sounds great." And it did. Except... "You're thinking again." Viggo laughed, kissed Sean's shoulder. Didn't even try to deny it. "We should go for a walk." "We should?" Sean glanced at Viggo, out the window, back down. "Vig, it's still raining. In case you've forgotten." "I know that. It's why we should do it." Sean sighed, rubbed his cheek against Viggo's hair. "You're beginning to worry me, love." "I was just thinking that I'd like a good memory of the rain here," Viggo explained. He kissed Sean's shoulder again, but, this time, it was to persuade. "Come on." "If you really insist," Sean grumbled, but rolled out of the bed. "I do." Viggo grinned. "It'll be fun." "Fun." Sean snorted, started to pull on a pair of jeans. "Yeah, that's the exact word I wanted." * * * Alright, so it was kind of fun to run around, soaking wet, through the forest, Sean thought a bit later. They were both covered in mud and rain. They'd slipped over the soft pine needles that covered the ground more times than they could count during their walk, each time using 'helping each other up' as an excuse to get in a few gropes here, a couple of fondles there. So, yeah, it had been nice -- just him, just Vig -- playing around, wrestling, lying on the waterlogged ground at odd times, listening to the rain, feeling it soak his clothes, skin, hair, until he felt part selkie. Just nice being with Viggo. Not that everyone else wasn't fun, not that Sean hadn't been having the time of his fucking life. Here, on this beautiful island with all of these beautiful men making this extraordinary piece of literature into an even more extraordinary film... God, he'd be insane not to love it. But he sometimes missed just being with Viggo -- no distractions, no shooting, no Playground. Just the two of them. "Alright, now you're thinking." Sean smiled at Viggo's soft teasing, flopped back down on the wet grass, sank into soft mud. "So I am." "About?" Viggo dropped down beside him, stretching out. He shook his head to get the rain out of his eyes, looking perfectly comfortable lounging on the muddy, wet ground while the rain fell in soft sheets over and on them. At that moment, he looked so fucking beautiful that it physically hurt Sean to even look at him -- wet hair, jeans and t-shirt plastered over his long body, piercing eyes looking at Sean with curiosity and love, full lips curved in a smile of welcome. Here was everything Sean had ever wanted...here was home. Right here, with this man. Sean rolled over, lowered his mouth to Viggo's. "Was just thinking that we don't get enough time on our own." "We're alone now." "So we are." Viggo's kiss was always the most remarkable thing, always hit Sean with its intensity, with its need. A heaven of heat, lips that bound, a tongue that snared. Endless -- an ache that never went away, always beckoning Sean to sample more, give more, take more. Sean raced his hands down Viggo's body, encountered wet cloth, not the flesh he craved. Well, fuck, whose crazy idea had it been to let Vig get dressed? "Off," he gasped, between fevered nips of teeth on Viggo's lower lip. "Now." Viggo obligingly lifted his body, allowed Sean to strip off his shirt, allowed Sean's rain-soaked hands to race over wet flesh, massaging the droplets into Viggo's chest. Much better. Viggo should always be naked and Sean should always be touching him. Impatient hands stripped off the rest of Viggo's clothing, punctuated by more kisses tasting of rain and warmth. Viggo reciprocated, divesting Sean of his own shirt and jeans, until they were both naked, rolling around in mud and grass, rubbing on each other, hands marking and exploring, mouths devouring. "Love the rain," Sean groaned, running slick hands to Viggo's cock, burying his head in the crook of Viggo's shoulder. "I'm beginning to," Viggo agreed. He eased one finger inside Sean, kissed Sean's damp hair. "I want you like this -- all wet and earthy. Would you mind if I had you right now?" Like Viggo needed to even ask...Sean slid his body over Viggo's, ground his hips into questing fingers. "Yes," he managed to say before his mouth crashed back down. They both coated Sean's hand with saliva and Sean moved over Viggo's cock, wetting it, cock replacing fingers inside Sean as Viggo thrust up, holding tight onto Sean's hips. Sean threw his head back, arching into the push...filled, invaded, loved...home. They rocked together, linking hands, taking their time, drawing out each moment, each sigh. Sean rose and fell above Viggo, was filled with Viggo's cock again and again. This was bliss, this was ecstasy, Viggo's cock inside him beyond compare. Just...needed -- Sean shifted -- better, right...there. They came together, orgasms rolling over them in a slow wave, eyes touching, hands locked, souls combined. Sean slumped on top of Viggo, was cradled in Viggo's arms as breath and sight and sound returned to them in small increments until they both were able to look at each other and trade slow kisses. "And how do you feel about the rain now?" Sean asked, voice a contented purr against Viggo's throat. "Much better." "Thought you would be." "I'd call you conceited, but your reputation is well-deserved," Viggo joked, stretching beneath Sean's body, under still roving hands. "Only as deserved as yours," Sean replied. Viggo brushed a few stray droplets of water off of Sean's eyebrow. "Although, I must admit, nice as everyone is, this is better." Sean wasn't surprised that Viggo's thoughts echoed his own. "Yeah. It's been awhile since it's just been the two of us." "We should do this more often." "What, have sex in the mud?" Sean asked, leaning down to place a quick kiss on Viggo's lips before standing and stretching. Rain had stopped...Sean had no idea when, didn't care...just a very light drizzle now, no more than a mist. Felt good, almost like a shower. Which Sean was sure they both needed desperately. Viggo stood, started grabbing stray bits of clothing. "Sure, if that's what it takes." "You can have me without the mud." "I can have you anytime I want." Sean didn't even bother to answer; truth was truth. He just put on his boots and started walking back to the house, still naked. It was a private stretch of forest and, in any case, Sean didn't really feel like struggling with wet jeans when he was just taking them off again when he got into the house. "You coming or what?" he called over his shoulder. "Not yet, but my recovery time is getting better," Viggo replied, jogging by Sean with a slap on his ass. Sean snorted. If Viggo's recovery time got any better than it was right now, he'd be a walking hard-on. Which, come to think of it, wouldn't be a bad thing. "Race you to the showers then," he called and took off sprinting, leaving a sputtering, laughing Viggo behind him. * * * Viggo'd pretty much decided he was done with water for the day. Although, he had to admit, sex in the rain, followed by washing Sean's back in the shower had certainly been worth it. But that was it. No more. Just him and Sean and the bed and relaxing... Or not. Viggo halted just outside the bathroom door, towel poised in mid-air as he took in the sight before him. Sean nude, lying on his back on the bed, head tilted over the edge, batting his eyelashes at Viggo. It should have looked ridiculous, what with Sean's head being upside-down and all. But it didn't. It looked outrageously erotic. Sean licked his lips, throat moving as he swallowed. Viggo couldn't take his eyes away from the sight. Jesus. Who knew Sean's adam's apple was so sexy? "Bring that over here, would you?" Sean asked, smiling lazily. "What?" Viggo was frankly amazed he could speak. Sean lifted a hand, waved vaguely in the direction of Viggo's crotch. "Your cock." God, but Viggo loved hearing Sean say the word 'cock' in that sexy as fuck voice of his. "I would like to suck on it, if you don't mind." "Well, when you put it like that..." Viggo placed his knees on either side of Sean's head, knelt a bit, cock just brushing against Sean's waiting lips. Soft tongue snaked out, swiped against the head, and Viggo struggled to remain upright. Looked instead at Sean's body, all splayed out right there for him to knead and touch and feel. Another tongue swipe, this one lingering... Viggo reached out for something to hold onto, found Sean's skin beneath his fingers. Explored, rolling hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tightened them reflexively as Sean drew the head of Viggo's cock in his mouth. So different like this, the angle was odd, tongue on the opposite side of Viggo's cock from where it normally was. Odd, yet so very fucking good. Sean drew Viggo slowly in his mouth, taking plenty of time for tongue swipes along the seam of Viggo's balls, taking time to nibble on the soft skin of Viggo's inner thighs. Viggo wondered how Sean was able to breathe, to move, to not let all of the blood rush to his head in that position, but the fleeting thought was lost when Sean swallowed Viggo's cock completely in his mouth. His knees buckled, thought was lost, hands clamped on Sean's hips, moan catching in the back of his throat. So good, God, so fucking good, wanted... Viggo's cloudy eyes focused a bit, settled on Sean's own cock, open, exposed, right fucking there, waiting for... He fell on top of Sean and had his own mouth wrapped around enticing flesh before he'd completely finished the thought. Fuck yes, and wasn't this just incredible...sucking and being sucked. Sean moaning, humming around his cock as Viggo sucked and laved, worshipped and adored, using plenty of tongue because that was how Sean liked it best, nipping the soft skin, soothing it with his lips. Sean continued moaning, humming, and the hum sent tiny shocks racing up Viggo's cock. He tried it himself, hummed on Sean, felt the shiver race through the body beneath him. After that, things became a blur of sucking and humming, tongues swirling almost in time with each other, lips parting, throats relaxing to take in more flesh, hips bucking as sensation slid into sensation until it became one twisted fog of mouths and cocks and shudders when they both came, swallowed and being swallowed, sucked each other until the shudders eased, sanity returned. "Whoa." Viggo slid off Sean's body, rolled over. He didn't even have the energy to push himself fully on the bed. Sean righted himself and flopped down next to him, kissed Viggo's shoulder, sighing in satisfaction. "Thought I was going to pass out for a second there." Viggo moved his head a tiny bit, narrowed his eyes at his still grinning lover. "That's because your head was upside down." "Yeah, and my mouth was full as well." "I love your idea of dirty talk." "Y'think every word out of my mouth is dirty talk." "That's 'cause it is." Viggo was finally able to summon the energy to scoot up, get his body completely on the bed. He pulled Sean with him, settling him in his arms. "Much better." "Think I'm ready for a bit of a nap now." "Sleep after sex?" Viggo's mouth tickled the strands of Sean's hair. "That's such a cliché." Sean threw his leg over Viggo's thighs, sighed deeply. "True, but clichés are clichés for a reason." "Fine, sleep," Viggo grumbled. "If you're so keyed up, call someone and amuse yourself." "Not today. Just want you." Viggo was somewhat surprised to find himself attacked, lips covered with an enthusiastic kiss that sucked what little blood had started flowing right back to his cock. "Um. And that was for what?" he asked, when he could trust his brain to form a thought. "Because I felt like it," Sean replied, staring down at him, his smile crinkling the corners of those remarkable eyes. "And because you're mine to do with as I please." "Am I now?" Viggo slid his hand to cup the back of Sean's neck. "What about you being mine to do with as I please?" Watched in pleasure as Sean's eyes grew dark. "Always. Body, mind, soul, all of it. Yours," he breathed, sighing the words along Viggo's jawline. Which was the best fucking thing about Viggo's charmed life...that this incredible man belonged to him. "As mine is yours," Viggo replied. "Lovely how that balances out." Sean teased Viggo's ear with a raspy tongue. "Hmm, now isn't that interesting?" "Whassat?" Back to incoherence. Lovely. "I'm not tired anymore." Viggo sighed, already lost in bone-melting pleasure. "Good." Onto Ready
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