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FIC: Filthy Sex For Your Forty-Sixth
Title: Filthy Sex For Your Forty-Sixth
Author: Rosemending rosemending@hotmail.com
Website: twib.oscillating.net
Pairing: Sean Astin/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Category: None
Warning: My second ever Sean A fic. Run away!
Disclaimer: Whilst I have never met him, I have heard Sean Astin is aware of slash as a genre. This fic adheres to the said genre, by ogling Sean's butt.
Summary: Sean picks up a filthy habit.
As far as Viggo was aware, Sean Astin did not smoke. He did not do many things. Sean did not eat red meat. Sean never slept in. On Sundays Sean played Golf. Sean walked the family dog every afternoon, two laps around the block. Sean always conscientiously scooped up its droppings.
But there Sean was, hiding behind the camellia bush, puffing on a packet of cloves, the brand Elijah smoked. Viggo sidled up to him.
"Hey Sean," Viggo sipped his drink. "How's it going."
Sean started and dropped the cigarette.
They watched the butt smoke on the leaf litter, until it almost caught alight, and Viggo stomped it out.
"Thanks for coming to my birthday party, I appreciate the gesture," Viggo said graciously.
Sean fiddled with the shrubbery.
"I wanted to wish you happy 46," Sean said, not looking at Viggo.
"Ah-ha," Viggo stepped closer, bending over a bit, pushing his face forward to get a look at Sean.
"And many happy returns of the day," Sean finished weakly.
Sean was turned away from the light, Viggo could see a rounded cheek and wisps of hair. Where the blond highlights had grown out, Viggo could see Sean's graying roots.
"I thought Elijah would come tonight too," Viggo shrugged. "But he missed his plane in Budapest."
"Probably fell asleep somewhere," Sean laughed softly. "On the train, or stowed away in the baggage cart. Boy he could sleep. I used to think he did it on purpose. Sees me coming with one of my lame stories and slumps over, catatonic."
"Sounds likely, I don't believe a word of that tall tale about the three insatiable college girls from Berlin," Viggo follows as Sean started walking.
Sean ducked under some branches, sweeping them out of his way. One snapped and the tea-flowers tumbled off. Sean picks up his pace and marched across the lawn.
"I wish he'd stop lying," Sean's huffing.
Sean looked fit. His body looked solid in his tightish t-shirt, his legs were definitely in good shape. His buttocks were round and high in his jeans. Sean sticks his hands in his well-padded back pockets and stands in an angry pose.
"Elijah's probably telling the truth," Viggo says kindly. "I just mentally change 'college girls' to 'navy boys'."
Sean snorts. "Oh please, Elijah's way too chicken for that sort of thing."
"Why isn't he here then?" Viggo asks.
"I don't know," Sean throws his hands up, pocket lint scatter in the air. "I don't have a psychic connection with him, I'm not his minder!"
Viggo put his hand on Sean's shoulder to settle him down.
Viggo is taller than Sean and meaner faced. Viggo is dressed down on account of the warm night and laziness. Viggo menaces Sean with his bare arms, his lean muscles flexing, his arm pits sweating, his body hair slipped out from the arm holes and could be seen. They were curled black tendrils, like the stamens of flowers, and Viggo's smell lingered around the moistened area.
Sean stills under Viggo's hand, only his thick blond eyelashes twitch rapidly.
"I know what you are thinking, and you're wrong," Sean insisted.
"What's that?" Viggo almost smiles.
Viggo is sure he knows very well what's going on. Sean's midlife crisis and Elijah's avoidance of him, Sean's appearance at every possible cast reunion and Elijah's complete absence.
Viggo liberally touches Sean's hair. Viggo catches Sean's ear and pins a camellia flower behind it. Then Viggo tugs Sean's blond grey strands back in place. Viggo neatens Sean's hair for him and adjust his face in the light.
Sean looks up and his eyes are certainly the nicest Viggo had ever seen. They are round and closely set. They make Sean look slightly stupid and very open.
Viggo takes his hands off Sean's chest. But before Sean can start to breathe again, Viggo puts them down Sean's back pockets.
Sean's buttocks are as firm as they looked, Viggo rubbed them richly, his mouth watering at the indulgent weight and volume.
"Will you let me suck you?" Viggo sat down on the dewy grass.
"I don't think so," Sean said firmly.
"That's not what I wanted to hear," Viggo said and bit Sean.
Viggo opened his mouth wide, like he thought he was a snake, clamping his mouth over Sean's inner thigh, teeth scraping longingly and ineffectually over Sean's jeans.
"We're going to feel very silly about this," Sean pulled Viggo's arm. "Take your hands out of my pants."
Viggo fingered Sean's fly, finding the bulge dressed to the right and pulls his face up close to mouth it. Sean was warm and soft.
"I just don't see us doing this," Sean wriggled, but not quite away from Viggo.
"Wait five minutes," Viggo mumbled, bringing his orifices close.
Those orifices being his mouth and his nostrils and his eye sockets, all pressed hotly against Sean's crotch. Viggo yawned his jaw to let his breath waft moistly, Viggo inhales strongly and his eyes fluttered.
Sean started to talk. He harped on about Viggo being 46 and too old for the kind of filthy sex he was attempting in the backyard. Sean, shuddering, told Viggo that he was being unbelievably dirty.
Viggo undulated his tongue against Sean's saliva soaked in-seam. Viggo's thumbs cleaved Sean's bottom, digging hard into the tender crevice.
Sean moaned, the whites of his eyes showing and fell over. He landed like a wounded bull, baying, hooves kicking the air. Sean's head lolled, crashing the flower into a red pulp against his forehead. Sean looked like he'd been hit in the head. His face was crimson and his eyes glazed.
Viggo pulled Sean's arms around himself, Viggo threaded his arms through Sean's. Viggo nestled close, organising it so that they could rub against each other comfortably and for a long time. Picking a juicy bit of leg, Viggo ground himself against Sean, so hard that Sean sank slightly into the wet grounds. Viggo offered Sean a thigh and Sean humped it needfully, like a calf taking to the tit.
Sean finished first, eyes shut and making a surprised face. Then he lie, patiently, whilst Viggo kneaded his cock into a soft dough on his rump.
Sean sighed and pulled the cloves from his jacket and shared it with Viggo.
"Doesn't that feel better?" Viggo threw a leg over Sean's waist. "Can I kiss you?"
"Don't be a jerk," Sean huffed. "You don't have to ask."
Viggo moved to kiss Sean.
"It wasn't Elijah," Sean said, just when Viggo was nose to nose and Sean's eyes were at their deadly nicest.
"Excuse me?" Viggo drew back.
"I'm not in love with Elijah, like you thought I was," Sean shook his head for emphasis, because he liked to act out his meaning. "I'm concerned about him, yeah, it annoys me that he's running around the world looking for himself when all he needs to do is look to his friends."
Viggo smiled knowingly.
"Not look to his friends for sex," Sean said, exasperated. "For support. And advice."
"And what advice would you give Elijah, if he asked for it?" Viggo gazed at Sean evenly.
"Before you mauled me, or after?" Sean asked cockily.
Viggo thought about it.
"After," Viggo said softly.
"Elijah should know that, if ever he wants advice about sex, he should not go to Viggo Mortesen, who is a maniac for outdoor sex and who secretes all over the lawn."
Viggo frowned. "And before?"
"I would have told him we all want what we can't have, that what he feels is normal, that heck even I'm attracted to you, but that you're too old for him and he's better off pinning his hopes on Orlando, who looks at Elijah cross-eyed, because he's into him," Sean yawned.
"You've been following me around for me?" Viggo pushed at Sean urgently.
"Yep," Sean grabbed Viggo's hand, locked it against his chest, smacked his lips and let out a whizzing snore.
Elijah found them the next morning, nestled together, with snail trails over their bare ankles and fresh cobwebs in their hair. Elijah poked them awake with a stick.
"Surprise!" Elijah star jumped. "I made it after all. It was a close call, those sailor boys almost had me alive."
Viggo rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Oops, I mean girls, college girls," Elijah smiled sweetly, pink cheeked and peering at Sean from beneath his lashes.
Sean lifted his head from Viggo's shoulder and gave Elijah a glare.
Sean and Viggo were naked, their clothes strewn over the lawn. They cuddled closer for warmth and to hide, however impossible, their genitals from Elijah's curious eyes.
Elijah dipped his head in thought for a moment.
"Okay, boys," Elijah laughed. "Boys, boys, BOYS!"
Elijah ran a circle around them and, squealing happily, ran away.
The end.
Author: Rosemending rosemending@hotmail.com
Website: twib.oscillating.net
Pairing: Sean Astin/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Category: None
Warning: My second ever Sean A fic. Run away!
Disclaimer: Whilst I have never met him, I have heard Sean Astin is aware of slash as a genre. This fic adheres to the said genre, by ogling Sean's butt.
Summary: Sean picks up a filthy habit.
As far as Viggo was aware, Sean Astin did not smoke. He did not do many things. Sean did not eat red meat. Sean never slept in. On Sundays Sean played Golf. Sean walked the family dog every afternoon, two laps around the block. Sean always conscientiously scooped up its droppings.
But there Sean was, hiding behind the camellia bush, puffing on a packet of cloves, the brand Elijah smoked. Viggo sidled up to him.
"Hey Sean," Viggo sipped his drink. "How's it going."
Sean started and dropped the cigarette.
They watched the butt smoke on the leaf litter, until it almost caught alight, and Viggo stomped it out.
"Thanks for coming to my birthday party, I appreciate the gesture," Viggo said graciously.
Sean fiddled with the shrubbery.
"I wanted to wish you happy 46," Sean said, not looking at Viggo.
"Ah-ha," Viggo stepped closer, bending over a bit, pushing his face forward to get a look at Sean.
"And many happy returns of the day," Sean finished weakly.
Sean was turned away from the light, Viggo could see a rounded cheek and wisps of hair. Where the blond highlights had grown out, Viggo could see Sean's graying roots.
"I thought Elijah would come tonight too," Viggo shrugged. "But he missed his plane in Budapest."
"Probably fell asleep somewhere," Sean laughed softly. "On the train, or stowed away in the baggage cart. Boy he could sleep. I used to think he did it on purpose. Sees me coming with one of my lame stories and slumps over, catatonic."
"Sounds likely, I don't believe a word of that tall tale about the three insatiable college girls from Berlin," Viggo follows as Sean started walking.
Sean ducked under some branches, sweeping them out of his way. One snapped and the tea-flowers tumbled off. Sean picks up his pace and marched across the lawn.
"I wish he'd stop lying," Sean's huffing.
Sean looked fit. His body looked solid in his tightish t-shirt, his legs were definitely in good shape. His buttocks were round and high in his jeans. Sean sticks his hands in his well-padded back pockets and stands in an angry pose.
"Elijah's probably telling the truth," Viggo says kindly. "I just mentally change 'college girls' to 'navy boys'."
Sean snorts. "Oh please, Elijah's way too chicken for that sort of thing."
"Why isn't he here then?" Viggo asks.
"I don't know," Sean throws his hands up, pocket lint scatter in the air. "I don't have a psychic connection with him, I'm not his minder!"
Viggo put his hand on Sean's shoulder to settle him down.
Viggo is taller than Sean and meaner faced. Viggo is dressed down on account of the warm night and laziness. Viggo menaces Sean with his bare arms, his lean muscles flexing, his arm pits sweating, his body hair slipped out from the arm holes and could be seen. They were curled black tendrils, like the stamens of flowers, and Viggo's smell lingered around the moistened area.
Sean stills under Viggo's hand, only his thick blond eyelashes twitch rapidly.
"I know what you are thinking, and you're wrong," Sean insisted.
"What's that?" Viggo almost smiles.
Viggo is sure he knows very well what's going on. Sean's midlife crisis and Elijah's avoidance of him, Sean's appearance at every possible cast reunion and Elijah's complete absence.
Viggo liberally touches Sean's hair. Viggo catches Sean's ear and pins a camellia flower behind it. Then Viggo tugs Sean's blond grey strands back in place. Viggo neatens Sean's hair for him and adjust his face in the light.
Sean looks up and his eyes are certainly the nicest Viggo had ever seen. They are round and closely set. They make Sean look slightly stupid and very open.
Viggo takes his hands off Sean's chest. But before Sean can start to breathe again, Viggo puts them down Sean's back pockets.
Sean's buttocks are as firm as they looked, Viggo rubbed them richly, his mouth watering at the indulgent weight and volume.
"Will you let me suck you?" Viggo sat down on the dewy grass.
"I don't think so," Sean said firmly.
"That's not what I wanted to hear," Viggo said and bit Sean.
Viggo opened his mouth wide, like he thought he was a snake, clamping his mouth over Sean's inner thigh, teeth scraping longingly and ineffectually over Sean's jeans.
"We're going to feel very silly about this," Sean pulled Viggo's arm. "Take your hands out of my pants."
Viggo fingered Sean's fly, finding the bulge dressed to the right and pulls his face up close to mouth it. Sean was warm and soft.
"I just don't see us doing this," Sean wriggled, but not quite away from Viggo.
"Wait five minutes," Viggo mumbled, bringing his orifices close.
Those orifices being his mouth and his nostrils and his eye sockets, all pressed hotly against Sean's crotch. Viggo yawned his jaw to let his breath waft moistly, Viggo inhales strongly and his eyes fluttered.
Sean started to talk. He harped on about Viggo being 46 and too old for the kind of filthy sex he was attempting in the backyard. Sean, shuddering, told Viggo that he was being unbelievably dirty.
Viggo undulated his tongue against Sean's saliva soaked in-seam. Viggo's thumbs cleaved Sean's bottom, digging hard into the tender crevice.
Sean moaned, the whites of his eyes showing and fell over. He landed like a wounded bull, baying, hooves kicking the air. Sean's head lolled, crashing the flower into a red pulp against his forehead. Sean looked like he'd been hit in the head. His face was crimson and his eyes glazed.
Viggo pulled Sean's arms around himself, Viggo threaded his arms through Sean's. Viggo nestled close, organising it so that they could rub against each other comfortably and for a long time. Picking a juicy bit of leg, Viggo ground himself against Sean, so hard that Sean sank slightly into the wet grounds. Viggo offered Sean a thigh and Sean humped it needfully, like a calf taking to the tit.
Sean finished first, eyes shut and making a surprised face. Then he lie, patiently, whilst Viggo kneaded his cock into a soft dough on his rump.
Sean sighed and pulled the cloves from his jacket and shared it with Viggo.
"Doesn't that feel better?" Viggo threw a leg over Sean's waist. "Can I kiss you?"
"Don't be a jerk," Sean huffed. "You don't have to ask."
Viggo moved to kiss Sean.
"It wasn't Elijah," Sean said, just when Viggo was nose to nose and Sean's eyes were at their deadly nicest.
"Excuse me?" Viggo drew back.
"I'm not in love with Elijah, like you thought I was," Sean shook his head for emphasis, because he liked to act out his meaning. "I'm concerned about him, yeah, it annoys me that he's running around the world looking for himself when all he needs to do is look to his friends."
Viggo smiled knowingly.
"Not look to his friends for sex," Sean said, exasperated. "For support. And advice."
"And what advice would you give Elijah, if he asked for it?" Viggo gazed at Sean evenly.
"Before you mauled me, or after?" Sean asked cockily.
Viggo thought about it.
"After," Viggo said softly.
"Elijah should know that, if ever he wants advice about sex, he should not go to Viggo Mortesen, who is a maniac for outdoor sex and who secretes all over the lawn."
Viggo frowned. "And before?"
"I would have told him we all want what we can't have, that what he feels is normal, that heck even I'm attracted to you, but that you're too old for him and he's better off pinning his hopes on Orlando, who looks at Elijah cross-eyed, because he's into him," Sean yawned.
"You've been following me around for me?" Viggo pushed at Sean urgently.
"Yep," Sean grabbed Viggo's hand, locked it against his chest, smacked his lips and let out a whizzing snore.
Elijah found them the next morning, nestled together, with snail trails over their bare ankles and fresh cobwebs in their hair. Elijah poked them awake with a stick.
"Surprise!" Elijah star jumped. "I made it after all. It was a close call, those sailor boys almost had me alive."
Viggo rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Oops, I mean girls, college girls," Elijah smiled sweetly, pink cheeked and peering at Sean from beneath his lashes.
Sean lifted his head from Viggo's shoulder and gave Elijah a glare.
Sean and Viggo were naked, their clothes strewn over the lawn. They cuddled closer for warmth and to hide, however impossible, their genitals from Elijah's curious eyes.
Elijah dipped his head in thought for a moment.
"Okay, boys," Elijah laughed. "Boys, boys, BOYS!"
Elijah ran a circle around them and, squealing happily, ran away.
The end.
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That was one of the hotest couple of sentences I've ever read. You MUST be a gay man.
This whole story rocked.
There are a few grammatical errors (thing with tense) ...but you've won a fan in me. I'll be looking out for YOUR fiction, believe me!