Viggo leaned into that touch, his own eyes closed as he fought exhaustion and the urge to just collapse onto the bed and not wake up until the sun was shining. He had forgotten how much good sex- fantastic sex- took out of him. But all of that was erased away when he felt Sean kiss him. He pressed back, just lips half-parted, and his breath shook against Sean's skin.
His hand raised, and he stroke his fingers slowly through Sean's hair. Then he did it again- pushed himself up on his elbow, and pressed the softest, gentlest kiss against his temple. A breath inwards, and Viggo could feel something inside himself shift. Something clicked, and warmth spread out from his chest, reaching to the tips of his fingers, and he looked at Sean for a long moment as if seeing something entirely new.
"I'll be right back," he blurted out, and he was scrambling out of the bed. He pulled off the condom off his softened cock with distracted fingers, tying it off and dumping it just as he nearly tripped over himself getting into the bathroom. He didn't bother with the door, instead moving to the sink, his hands automatically finding towels, wetting one- no, wait. That was wrong. The water was too cold. Viggo's breath shook as he tossed that into the hamper, and picked up another towel. Then he put it down.
Mouthwash. He switched on the tap, dumped a capful of the minty thing into the mug given at the hotel, and rinsed his mouth. Turned the tap to warm water, and he wet the towel. Inhaled. Looked at the mirror- he looked at himself, and his eyes were bright and shining underneath the glaring bathroom light, and his lips were red and swollen and bitten.
He was smiling like a damn idiot. The warmth was still there. Viggo wanted paints- pens- paper and canvas. Brushes. A camera. Anything- anything to capture this feeling within himself, like an iron band around his throat and torso had snapped completely and he could now actually take in a full, deep breath. He did so, continuing to watch himself, and his hands trembled. Viggo leaned against the mirror, and closed his eyes.
God, what was Sean doing to him?
He had been alone for a long, long time. Not since Exene left him- even before the divorce, they had been separated. Ariadna was a friend, a possibility, but there had been the shadow of Sean since before the new millennium had loomed upon them. That, and Viggo always had his work; so much of it, in so many fields that he dabbled, and he had never found room in his life to think about what he did not go after. What he could have had. But he had gone after it, now. He had it. In one way or another.
He would do anything for Sean's smiles. For Sean to be in his bed; to sleep next to him and wake him up next morning. To be tangled up in their sheets and to see Sean with rumpled hair and with pillow creases on his face. To know if he was a morning person; to remember again how he took his tea. Many things.
Viggo took a deep breath. Splayed his hand on the mirror, right over his face. He was thinking too far; Sean did not love him. Not yet. He wringed the water out from the towel, but he was still frozen up, eyes closed. Trying to level out his breathing in the vain hope that his world could tilt right back onto its normal axis.
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His hand raised, and he stroke his fingers slowly through Sean's hair. Then he did it again- pushed himself up on his elbow, and pressed the softest, gentlest kiss against his temple. A breath inwards, and Viggo could feel something inside himself shift. Something clicked, and warmth spread out from his chest, reaching to the tips of his fingers, and he looked at Sean for a long moment as if seeing something entirely new.
"I'll be right back," he blurted out, and he was scrambling out of the bed. He pulled off the condom off his softened cock with distracted fingers, tying it off and dumping it just as he nearly tripped over himself getting into the bathroom. He didn't bother with the door, instead moving to the sink, his hands automatically finding towels, wetting one- no, wait. That was wrong. The water was too cold. Viggo's breath shook as he tossed that into the hamper, and picked up another towel. Then he put it down.
Mouthwash. He switched on the tap, dumped a capful of the minty thing into the mug given at the hotel, and rinsed his mouth. Turned the tap to warm water, and he wet the towel. Inhaled. Looked at the mirror- he looked at himself, and his eyes were bright and shining underneath the glaring bathroom light, and his lips were red and swollen and bitten.
He was smiling like a damn idiot. The warmth was still there. Viggo wanted paints- pens- paper and canvas. Brushes. A camera. Anything- anything to capture this feeling within himself, like an iron band around his throat and torso had snapped completely and he could now actually take in a full, deep breath. He did so, continuing to watch himself, and his hands trembled. Viggo leaned against the mirror, and closed his eyes.
God, what was Sean doing to him?
He had been alone for a long, long time. Not since Exene left him- even before the divorce, they had been separated. Ariadna was a friend, a possibility, but there had been the shadow of Sean since before the new millennium had loomed upon them. That, and Viggo always had his work; so much of it, in so many fields that he dabbled, and he had never found room in his life to think about what he did not go after. What he could have had. But he had gone after it, now. He had it. In one way or another.
He would do anything for Sean's smiles. For Sean to be in his bed; to sleep next to him and wake him up next morning. To be tangled up in their sheets and to see Sean with rumpled hair and with pillow creases on his face. To know if he was a morning person; to remember again how he took his tea. Many things.
Viggo took a deep breath. Splayed his hand on the mirror, right over his face. He was thinking too far; Sean did not love him. Not yet. He wringed the water out from the towel, but he was still frozen up, eyes closed. Trying to level out his breathing in the vain hope that his world could tilt right back onto its normal axis.