Sean blearily poked his head out of his blanket and shivered in the pre-dawn mountain air. "Whose idea was this again?" he grumbled, asking the man nestled next to him. "Yours, I believe, love," Viggo placed a lingering kiss on Sean's shoulder before clambering out of the sleeping bag they shared. He crawled out of the tent and started doing morning stretches in the camp area. Sean made a few more rude comments about warm beds and room service and crawled out as well. He took the blanket with him. "Remind me again why we're doing this." "Because you wanted to go camping and hiking with me." "Yeah, well, I didn't realize it would involve getting up before the sun rose." Viggo stretched his arms -- Sean looked on and admired the view. Maybe there was something to be said for this early thing. Of course, he could also be waking up to this in his own warm bedroom. At a decent hour. "It'll be worth it, love, I promise." Sean pursed his lips, but said nothing. He just gathered his clothes for the day and walked down to the small creek that ran near their camp. Viggo watched him go with a smile -- he loved the man, he really did. But Sean was emphatically not a morning person. When Sean came back, dressed and washed, he felt a little bit better. But he still didn't speak to Viggo until he'd had at least two cups of coffee and they'd eaten breakfast. "You gonna pout all morning?" Viggo asked, when they were putting on their hiking boots. "I'm not pouting." Sean tugged hard on his laces to emphasize. "Yes, you are. Finish tying your boots. I want to get to the falls before lunch." Sean fumed, but was finished in seconds. This must be love, really it must. Because Sean could think of about 4000 different things he'd rather be doing at -- he peered at his watch -- seven fucking AM on his vacation. Yet, here he was, hiking to some remote waterfall so Viggo could take pictures. And this was their first real break after almost three months of horrendously hectic filming. Next time Sean was going to pick the vacation. Or, at the very least, when they'd wake up. * * * * Of course, once he was awake and moving around, he got into the swing of things. New Zealand was an incredibly beautiful, diverse country. Mountains, plains, beaches and deserts were all within a day's drive of each other. Sean hiked along behind Viggo, content to climb over craggy rocks, gazing at all the beauty around him. And the beauty in front of him. After all, he was only a man and Viggo was stunningly built. Tall, rugged, poetic, fierce -- everything Sean had ever wanted in a lover. No wonder he'd fallen in love so fast. They'd been walking for about two hours when Viggo stopped outside what looked to be a cave entrance. "Well, here we are." Sean took a look at the mountains surrounding him. "This doesn't look much like a waterfall, Vig." "Smartass. The waterfall is in the cave. I want you to close your eyes and let me lead you to it." "Really, we could have done the kinky stuff back at the tent. Or, better yet, back at home in bed." Viggo smothered a smile. "Just close them. I want this to be special." "You goin' all twee on me, love?" In answer, Viggo clapped a hand over Sean's eyes and propelled him forward. "Honestly, I should take you home and spank you." "Promises, promises." Sean allowed himself to be led to...well, whatever it was, wherever it was. The hand over his eyes heightened his other senses -- the sound of rushing water up ahead mingled with the sounds of Viggo's breathing, the smell of damp earth, the almost tangible taste of moist air. After a few minutes, the faint rushing became a roar of sound. He felt Viggo stop just behind him, felt that familiar, beloved body press against his back. "Open your eyes," Viggo breathed in his ear and removed his hand. Sean blinked slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the light again. And just stared in wonder. Sunlight streamed in through an opening in the ceiling in the cave, sending shafts of gold and light over a pool of water so pure, so blue that it dazzled the eyes. A small waterfall streamed over smooth rocks, gurgling in the water below. "Viggo, it's..." Sean couldn't even finish. He just took his lover's hand and squeezed, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. Viggo looked around, content. "Yeah, incredible. I know. And you want to know something even better?" Sean couldn't imagine anything better than this moment, with this man. "It's a hot spring," Viggo continued. "So the water's very warm." Sean turned his head, stared into laughing blue eyes. "I love the way your mind works." "You just love me, period." "True enough." Sean sat on an outcropping of rocks and started to remove his boots. "You coming?" Within minutes they were both naked and swimming in crystal blue water. The pool felt incredible, lovely wet heat massaging Sean's skin. He floated lazily on his back for a few minutes, relaxing his body. He felt better than he had in ages. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Viggo, who was swimming with broad strokes to the waterfall, watched as Viggo climbed out and stood on the ledge under the falling water, stretching, arms raised above his head. Sean stopped floating and treaded water, hungrily taking in the erotic sight. Viggo looked every inch the pagan god -- glistening tanned skin, taut muscles, long dark hair slicked back from that beloved face. Viggo threw his head back, caught drops of water in his upturned mouth. He was so beautiful he made Sean's heart hurt. To think that this perfect creature was his. It staggered the mind. Sean climbed out of the pool, walked over to the tiny ledge. Viggo opened his eyes, the blue of them almost as dazzling as the water. And smiled that private smile he reserved for Sean alone. Sean stood under the fall, letting warm water flow in thick rivulets down his body. He reached out a trembling hand, caressed the plane of Viggo's shoulder. "I love you." Another smile from Viggo, tender, aching, vulnerable. "I love you." He stepped into Sean's embrace. It only took a few seconds for the small kiss of devotion to turn into one of passion. Both of them strained toward each other, pulled each other close, took and gave in equal measure. Taste, touch, sensations too varied to count drowned out all thought. All was forgotten except the need to be together. Viggo's clever fingers sought, found Sean's straining erection. Sean shivered, placed his hand over Viggo's. "Let me have you." It was a request, a plea. Viggo kissed Sean's neck, his shoulder, that spot just under his earlobe that drove him crazy with want. "We'll have each other," Viggo promised, shifting that hard body so they were more closely aligned. Water flowed around them, over them, became part of their embrace. Time slowed, stopped, with each brush of hand on skin, with each passionate kiss, with each slight shudder. Sean closed his hand around Viggo, wet hands sliding and slipping in small movements that drove Viggo crazy. He moved his own hand faster, intent on pleasuring his lover the same way, in giving back. The kisses became more desperate, frantic tongues dueling as each sought to give release, to find it themselves. When they came, it was together, and their kiss swallowed each other's moans of joy. Lips lingered, hands stilled, but still they clung together languidly in each other's arms, content with soft brushes of hands and murmured endearments. Sean was the first to step back, dragging a pliant Viggo with him. "Sorry," he said, "getting to be a bit prunish there." "S'okay," Viggo replied. He dropped another delicate kiss on Sean's nape. "So, what's on your agenda for tomorrow, then?" Viggo threw his head back and laughed, the beautiful sound echoing off the rocks. "I hadn't actually thought of anything," he finally said. "We could always come back here." "Not a bad idea at all. But, love," Sean said, flicking a tongue out to tease Viggo's ear, "could we possibly wait until a decent hour? If I'm awake, I'll have more stamina." Well, that was the whole point of love, wasn't it, Viggo thought, just before Sean moved to a flat nipple and erased all coherent thought. Compromise.
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