It was a long time that he lay in bed staring up at that dodgy looking crack in the ceiling and wondering if he should pop out and buy some plaster to cover it up before he left Viggo. Not because it was owed to the people who owned the place, but just because if he was going to end up lying here for very long it would start annoying the hell out of him--much like it was doing right now.
Yeah, he'd definitely have to do something about it. And was he really planning to be lying here on his back long enough for it to matter? Interestingly and not at all surprisingly--yes.
Sean sat up after a little while, the blanket draped awkwardly across his hips, picking off the items of clothing that remained on the bed and grinning a little stupidly at the mess he'd made. So it wasn't the first time he'd done this with Viggo, but it did make him smile--he felt good, and it was because of Viggo; not just because of the sex but because of Viggo. He wanted to be with him more, because this man--this impossible, incorrigible, insane man--completed him in a way he hadn't expected, when he'd kissed him first.
Viggo was his dearest friend, and now they had taken it further, and there was no going back, and he wasn't sure if it delighted him or frightened him--or a little of both.
What was taking him?
The path to the bathroom was a little more awkward that Sean expected. Ass naked, and just a little bow-legged, he swayed over to the bathroom door and leant against the frame for a moment. Viggo was facing the mirror, his hand on it, his eyes closed, a wet towel in his other hand. He seemed to be gathering his strength for something, but Sean had more than enough for both of them.
He slipped across the room in utter silence, braced his hands against the sink to either side of Viggo - still without touching him - and then leant in over his shoulder.
"What's keeping ya?" he purred, lips close to Viggo's ear, his eyes half closed. His hair, he noted, was horribly mussed, and he wore sex like a tattoo on his skin. When he leant close, his chest met Viggo's back entirely, and he moved his left hand from the sink to the towel, and drew it back toward them, grazing the wet terry cloth against the other man's abdomen.
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Yeah, he'd definitely have to do something about it. And was he really planning to be lying here on his back long enough for it to matter? Interestingly and not at all surprisingly--yes.
Sean sat up after a little while, the blanket draped awkwardly across his hips, picking off the items of clothing that remained on the bed and grinning a little stupidly at the mess he'd made. So it wasn't the first time he'd done this with Viggo, but it did make him smile--he felt good, and it was because of Viggo; not just because of the sex but because of Viggo. He wanted to be with him more, because this man--this impossible, incorrigible, insane man--completed him in a way he hadn't expected, when he'd kissed him first.
Viggo was his dearest friend, and now they had taken it further, and there was no going back, and he wasn't sure if it delighted him or frightened him--or a little of both.
What was taking him?
The path to the bathroom was a little more awkward that Sean expected. Ass naked, and just a little bow-legged, he swayed over to the bathroom door and leant against the frame for a moment. Viggo was facing the mirror, his hand on it, his eyes closed, a wet towel in his other hand. He seemed to be gathering his strength for something, but Sean had more than enough for both of them.
He slipped across the room in utter silence, braced his hands against the sink to either side of Viggo - still without touching him - and then leant in over his shoulder.
"What's keeping ya?" he purred, lips close to Viggo's ear, his eyes half closed. His hair, he noted, was horribly mussed, and he wore sex like a tattoo on his skin. When he leant close, his chest met Viggo's back entirely, and he moved his left hand from the sink to the towel, and drew it back toward them, grazing the wet terry cloth against the other man's abdomen.
"Not that I mind coming to you, eh?"