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An Unexpected Guest

 

Title: An Unexpected Guest    A.U.

Authors: stormscrystal  & pippins_penny

Pairing: Bean/Viggo     Bean/Viggo/Billy

Rating: NC 17 for whole story

Summary: Viggo and Sean have an unexpected visitor on their holiday… ya like Bottom Billy?  Here ya go!

Authors notes:  Stormy and I worked on this together, hope you enjoy it!  There is also a visit from Dom and Elijah.

Feedback: Is loved

 

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Chapter 8

 

Viggo pulled on a pair of jeans he found lying on the floor and went off to start coffee.  Sean dared not move for fear of waking and upsetting Billy. That and he was secretly loving the feeling of having Billy’s body so close to his, maybe a bit too much.    

 

Then Billy began to rock his hips ever so slightly.  Pushing his already hard cock deeper into Sean’s ass cleavage.  Sean bit his lip as he realized that his own cock was hardening more.

Billy’s thrusts became harder and now they were accompanied by his little moans.

 

“Fuck.”  Sean muttered to himself.   His hand slipped inside his boxers, moving to hold his now aching cock.  He could hear Viggo puttering around in the kitchen; he’d be busy there for a while.  Sean thought. 

 

Sean began to fist himself, slowly at first, but as Billy’s moans became louder, higher pitched, Sean’s hand began working himself harder.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck” Sean chanted quietly, pumping faster and harder, he was getting close.  

 

Sean felt dirty, depraved, and unbelievably turned on.  However, he was not about to stop, this felt too bloody good.  He began to rock his hips in time with Billy’s.  “Fuck… Billy… aww… fuckfuckfuck…”  Sean whispered and he almost sobbed as he spurted his warm seed into his fist.  

 

Sean carefully reached across his nightstand and grabbed a couple tissues and wiped his hand and cock.  Terrible guilt and remorse racked him.  He almost felt like he had taken advantage of Billy in his sleep.  He was an innocent soul, and he was nearly beaten to death by some bastard.  Sean was supposed to be taking care of him, not wanking off like some fucking pervert. 

 

Billy was still happily moaning and rocking himself into Sean.

 

Then it happened.  Billy suddenly stopped thrusting into Sean… thankfully.  Billy seemed to rest a bit then he turned over onto his back, and then tossed back onto his side again.  His good arm flailed as if to cover his face and a loud whimper squeaked out.  Sean forgot all about his sick and perverted self and rolled over sitting up a bit to watch Billy.  His sweet face was contorted in a worried, confused expression.  Sweat beads began to form on his furrowed brow. 

 

His moans became louder and more frantic.  Billy’s hair became dampened against his forehead.  He began to thrash about more, his hand smacking Sean across his cheek.  Sean sat up, scooped him up and held him tight, avoiding his ribs and broken arm. 

 

“Shhhhh… Billy, mate?  It’s alright.  Billy, it’s just a dream.  Billy?”  Sean tried to calm him.  Billy started to settle, his face softened, his body relaxed in Sean’s large protective arms.  

 

“Yessss… that’s it, it’s just a dream, you are safe here, Billy.  I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.”  Sean cooed as he leaned down and kissed Billy’s damp forehead just as Billy opened his eyes. 

 

“Sean?”