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New: Hunting Ranger 1/1 (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Hi everyone!
After our long angsty, "Will You Remember," we decided to post this short, smutty, happy piece of fiction to help make things sweeter.
Emma and Saklani
Title: Hunting Ranger
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Riley (bless her!)
Disclaimer:We do not own these men, or anything else mentioned here. We are not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And We are NOT them nor is what we put down here real.
Summary: Elijah wants Viggo for his first time.
Author's Notes: This is some nice hot smut to help alleviate the sadness of our last effort, WYR. I hope you all enjoy this silly little work!
Elijah watched Viggo.
He'd been doing it all day... all week if he was going to be completely honest with himself, and now it was Saturday. Saturday night at the pub had become a cast ritual, even for the older cast members who just came for a beer or two before leaving to do whatever they wanted on the one night they didn't have to get up early. Taking a deep breath Elijah realized that Viggo would soon be leaving, the man's second drink was almost finished.
Standing he swallowed the last of the liquid in his glass and made his way across the somewhat crowded room, glad for once, that the music didn't start until later.At least he wasn't going to have to yell his conversation into Viggo's ear. That would be a little too much physical proximity until he had an answer.
Viggo twirled the beer mug in his hands idly, half watching Karl and David argue with Liv and Miranda over who had the worst costumes. The women held that being sewn into dresses on a daily basis was far worse than the heavy armor the men carried about. Miranda struck a huge blow by pointing out her own experience with both costumes. For his part, Viggo thought John might have a word or two to say about who had the worst costumes... not to mention the poor orcs.
Out of the corner of his eye, Viggo noticed Elijah approach. The younger cast members seldom joined the older ones. Even when Orli plastered himself all over Viggo, he did so outside the confines of the bar.
"Hey, little hobbit," he greeted him cordially, not sad to tune out the arguing behind him.
"Hey Strider... you're looking remarkably clean this evening..." He smiled at Viggo, even as he shifted on his feet nervously. What the fuck was he thinking... Viggo could have his pick of everyone... he’d had at least a few flings since Bean had left... and before that there had been all sorts of rumors about the two men of Gondor. "Hot date later?" He joked softly, although he did suddenly wonder.
Viggo's smile filled with a sudden flash of heat, which also touched his eyes. "Unfortunately, no. Just me and my artwork tonight. Unless someone brings me an offer."
"Are you saying you'd... you'd be receptive to an.... an offer?” Elijah's eyes were suddenly locked onto Viggo's and his teeth sunk into his lower lip as he waited, almost breathless, for a response.
The warmth in Viggo's expression deepened and spread throughout his expression. He considered a teasing response, but the abuse he noticed Elijah giving his lip turned him against the idea. "From you, it would be more than welcome." He let his voice sink an octave, setting down his mug and leaning back in the bench. "Want to join me?" he asked, patting his lap.
Elijah grinned up at him for a moment before speaking softer, "Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to join me... for... for dinner." And his grin became rather bashful, as he nibbled on his lip again.
"Did you have somewhere in mind?" Viggo asked, leaning forward to whisper back. He lifted his free hand and pulled Elijah's lip away from his teeth, aware of the questioning looks from behind him. " How about we decide on the way, before we attract any questions from the peanut gallery." He glanced around Elijah where the elf and other hobbits were glancing at them questioningly.
Elijah glanced over at his friends and sighed before agreeing, "Good idea... lets get outta here before one of them decides to come over and ask what we're talking about..." He then grinned up at Viggo, "And yeah... I did have somewhere in mind." Taking Viggo's hand, Elijah started weaving his way through the people to the door, ignoring the sound of Dom and Orli calling their names.
Viggo waved a quick goodbye to David, Miranda, Karl and Liv, as he let Elijah pull him along. They laughed at them and raised their beer in toast. Viggo's tongue answered before they disappeared into the background.
At the door, Viggo added a jaunty flick of his fingers in a farewell salute to Orlando and Dom. They stopped, both looking confused and more than slightly put out as Elijah and Viggo left the pub.
"So, where did you have in mind?" Viggo asked, as he took a deep breath of the early evening air.
Elijah's teeth where tormenting his lip again as he answered, "I was... well I make a really good veal casserole... and I happened to... to start it this morning... It's been slow cooking all day... makes it tender as... all I need to do is make some rice." He glanced up at Viggo hopefully.
"You want me to go home with you?" Viggo asked softly, studying the nervous face with his careful scrutiny. "I would love to try your casserole, Elijah, and whatever else you have in mind to offer me."
Elijah's grin was wide, although his cheeks colored, and he didn't say anything for a few moments as he started towards Viggo's car. His thoughts were too jumbled to say much at this point. He'd been working himself up to this point for weeks, but now that he'd asked, and received such a ... positive response, the fear factor was rising.
Viggo noted the red in Elijah's cheeks and reflected how lovely the young man looked in the late evening light. He placed a friendly hand on Elijah's right shoulder and squeezed gently. His look changed from heat and spice to gentle camaraderie. "Nights like this make me just want to start walking in one direction and never stop."
Elijah shook his head slightly in answer to Viggo's comment, "My feet hurt a little too much for that... although it's a lovely idea at times... to just turn away and not look back." He sighed and shifted his shoulder under Viggo's touch happily, enjoying the warm tingles that traveled through his body.
"I forget how much abuse they put your poor feet through. Would you like a foot massage? I'd be delighted to offer you one." Viggo took out his keys, jingling them in the air, before unlocking the passenger door for Elijah. He gallantly helped him in and then circled to climb in his own side. "Hold on, little hobbit."
"A foot massage? That would be heaven Vig... if... if you don't mind?" Elijah turned appealing blue eyes onto Viggo, even as he gripped the door, he'd heard about Viggo's driving. "Sometimes, if we have time... the girls try and give us one... and it's so relaxing... and it really helps the next day." He smiled, again with that hint of bashfulness. "Promise to wash them first."
Viggo chuckled as he pulled out with a squeal. "You are speaking to the king of dirt, little hobbit. I shall hardly mind a bit more. Actually, I usually wash the feet of the person I offer a massage to before administering my famous healing touch." He directed a quick wink at Elijah, before pulling around a corner a bit faster than necessary.
"Do you use kingsfoil too?" Elijah snickered softly and then gasped at the speed Viggo took the corner. "Well that's one rumor confirmed." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, relaxing into the insane driving. "Is it true that you eat orc's for lunch?" he teased, repeating one of the rumors that had come off helms deep shooting.
"They're tasty sautéed with a little red wine and wild mushrooms," Viggo said equitably. He nearly turned on the road to his house and executed a nasty left turn to go the correct direction. "I seem to want to take you home as much as you want to take me."
"Well just about anything sautéed in red wine and mushrooms would be nice..." Elijah grinned, but that damn blush was back. "Enthusiasm is always nice."
"There are some meats that no amount of cooking can save. Diving ducks taste like cod liver oil no matter what you do to them and camel..." He shuddered slightly and shook his head. Elijah's place loomed ahead, and Viggo pulled neatly up to the curb with a screech.
Elijah cocked his head to the side and looked up at Viggo. "I don't know I want to know about camel... or any road kill you may have eaten either... there are lots of stories about you..." Getting out of the car Elijah led Viggo up to his door, wondering how long it would be before the hobbits were calling him.
"And most of them are true," Viggo said proudly. "What's the sense of wasting perfectly good food? So the rabbit happened to get hit by a car instead of butchered by a knife... I cleaned off the roadkill before cooking. And squirrels are delectable in creme sauce with pasta."
His hand draped light on the nape of Elijah's neck, idly rubbing in small circles.
Elijah leant back into the hand even as he proclaimed, "You're a redneck!" And he led Viggo into his home away from home. It was somewhere Viggo seen before, as Elijah had hosted several parties and last year's Thanksgiving, but this was the first time he got to see it as Elijah lived in it, with furniture in its normal positioning. It was all neat and tidy except for two areas, the gaming consol and the CDs. "Come in, please."
"And you're a geek," Viggo said, glancing over at the stacks of CDs and games lying around. He paused at the threshold and then turned to grin at Elijah. "May I give you a hand with dinner?"
Elijah shook his head. "Naw... all I need to do is start the rice." Disappearing into the kitchen, Elijah flicked the switch on the rice cooker and smiled, calling out, "Drink? I have... coke, juice, beer... wine... coffee tea... water..." He walked back into the living room to look at Viggo questioningly.
"I'll have a glass of wine, if you would." Viggo walked over to Elijah, brushing a hand over his arm as he went into the kitchen. "Where do you keep your bottles?"
Elijah followed Viggo back into the kitchen. "Well, the white is in the fridge... but seeing we're having read meat..." Elijah opened a small cupboard over the counter and took out a bottle of a nice New Zealand red and two glasses.
"Mmmm, not a bad choice at all. Who's been teaching you about wines?" Viggo stood just behind Elijah, close enough so his body heat radiated over his smaller companion.
"Um... Fran and Pip mostly... although I have had several discussions with JRD about it... he's quite the connoisseur, yes?" Elijah shivered and resisted for a moment, before he lent back until their bodies were just brushing against each other and sighed.
Stepping forward ever so slightly, Viggo pressed his front along Elijah's back smoothly. "Did he talk your ear off as he did Bean's and mine? I thought the raving dwarf would never stop filling us in on all the best wines of Europe." He took the glasses from Elijah's hand. "Mind if I pour?"
"He was very informative..." It was all Elijah was going to admit to. Taking a deep breath, Elijah almost moaned as Viggo's scent filled his senses, "Um... sure... what ever you want..." He let a little more of his weight rest back against Viggo and bit his lip hard to contain the purr of pleasure.
Viggo blew a warmth breath over the back of Elijah's nape, enjoying Elijah's responses. "How long do we have until dinner?" He popped the cork on the wine and poured a little for each of them. "A toast to us- may you always be as beautiful as you are at this moment."
The breath on the nape of his neck caused Elijah to shiver uncontrollably, but it was pleasurable. The toast had him staring at the cupboard, as he blushed bright red. "Thank... that... that was very ... thank you?" He really did not know how to respond to the extravagant compliment.
"The toast is supposed to be for us... have you anything to toast me with?" Viggo brushed his fingers over the nape area he just blew on. "However, you thanked me very sweetly."
Elijah could not stop or hide the pleasant tingling that rippled through him nor the goose bumps that stirred to life. "May... may you always be as bewitching and seductive as you wish to be... as you are to me." He blushed a little more. "And may this evening be as enjoyable as we can make it?"
Viggo lifted his glass and sipped the wine. "A very fine toast, little hobbit. I thank you... and this wine is quite pleasant as well. Have you any suggestions for how we might make this evening pleasant?"
"Maybe one... or two..." Elijah took a deep breath and turned around, looking up at Viggo slightly nervously, but with desire showing through. He took a sip of his wine, enjoying the flavor before putting his glass down and looking back up at Viggo. "I'd suggest a good meal first Viggo... energy."
"And then perhaps, I can demonstrate my expertise in foot massage on you." Viggo finished off his small glass of wine and set it beside Elijah's. His fingers danced over Elijah's shoulder before he stepped away and glanced at the table. "At least I can help you set the table."
Elijah nodded, "If you want to..." And he moved to gather plates, passing them to Viggo and getting cutlery. Once the table was set he headed to the slow cooker, unsealing the lid, letting the aroma of the heavily mushroomed casserole free into the room.
"There are a lot of things I want to do," Viggo said with a slight rumble in the bottom of his voice. He set the table with a slight flourish and then sat down to allow Elijah room to work.
Elijah quickly served up the casserole into a dish and brought it to the table, followed by the rice. Still standing he served them both before sitting next to Viggo and offering a soft toast. "To good times and good food."
"And good company," Viggo added, clinking their glasses together. He drank a little and then set down the glass. "This looks delicious." He tried a bit and smiled while chewing. "Tastes delicious, too. Who taught you how to cook?"
"George Patterson." Elijah grinned, knowing Viggo would have no idea who that would be. "He was the catering supervisor on the first movie I didn't have permanent parental presence for. When my mom wasn't there I was living on catering and cereal... and when she was, on catering and take out." He smiled a little sadly. "She's a lousy cook."
"Do you miss her?" Viggo asked, toeing off a boot. His bare foot reached over to rub at Elijah's ankles sympathetically.
"My Mom? A little... but not particularly... it's been several years since she spent all the time on set with me..." He took a mouthful and ate slowly before confessing, "I miss Hannah more."
"Your sister... I understand. I miss my siblings sometimes... course, I miss my mom even more. She and I are close. I send her bad poetry and she pretends it's the best she ever read." Viggo chewed on some more casserole. "You really are a hobbit, aren't you? How many kinds of mushrooms are in this?"
"Three... no, four... But I loved this casserole long before I got the part." He smirked at Viggo. "Yes... I like mushrooms, but I like all sorts of food..." Eating some more himself, Elijah thought about Viggo's words. "So you and your Mom... really close?"
"Especially since my parents were divorced... my dad wasn't around as much afterward. I didn't want the same thing to happen with Henry and myself after Exene and I divorced, because I missed my father. Still, it had the fringe benefit of making me extra close to my mother." He twirled his glass in between two fingers. "Am I boring you?"
"No... Not at all. Divorced parents isn't something I realized we had in common." Elijah grinned, taking another sip of his wine. "Mine were separated for so long... when they finally did divorce... it was almost a relief... like... the elephant in the room could finally be talked about."
"It was a shock to my brothers and me when my father and mother separated. I guess there were indications, but you never really expect it when you're young." Viggo stroked Elijah's ankle again, his nimble toes gentle and soothing. "This is a bit of a downer of a conversation, isn't it?"
"I guess... for some..." He smiled a little, his foot wriggling in pleasure, breaking the tight control he had maintained to that point. "So tell me... what's it like to record your own album?"
"Well, if you're me, it's a lot of fun, and you drive everyone else stark raving mad. I don't make music like the rock bands you love, but you might enjoy some of the noise I've made." Viggo felt the foot wriggling beneath his and let his own foot slide down to rest on top of the sneaker.
Elijah grinned and started wriggling his feet out of his shoes. "I'd like to hear them... can't get them here..." Elijah said, revealing to Viggo that he'd tried.
"I have them all. You can have my own copies, if you really want. No idea why you'd want to subject yourself to them more than one, though." Viggo caressed the newly bare feet, and his mouth turned upward into an invitation. "I never like wearing any kind of shoes."
Elijah shook his head in surprise. "I do believe you're meant to be enthusing that people want to hear your stuff, not asking why." Elijah grinned and stroked his big toe down the full length of Viggo's sole. "Really? I find good support shoes a god send at the moment... if I need to do much walking or stuff."
"Well, your feet are being subjected to those prosthetics everyday, so I suppose they need some support afterward. For my part, I enjoy wandering through almost any surface bare soled. I've developed very tough feet that way." Viggo responded to Elijah's movement by wrapping the toe in his sole.
"I used to love running around bare footed... my mother always used to tell me I'd catch my death of cold... you know how mothers are." He grinned at Viggo and made the motion again, scratching lightly with his toe nail.
"My mother knew better than to try and warn us about things like that. After all, we grew up in the wilds of Argentina... I spent a good deal of my youth on horseback or running around in the forest. I can appreciate Aragorn a good deal."
"I've never really had the chance to run around a little green shire... Frodo is... different, for me. I like that about him though. I know we... we are all acting in this world as if it's... a lost history or something... it feels so amazingly real... but still, I'm existing every day in a world that just isn't our own... I love that."
Viggo laughed softly and caressed both of Elijah's feet with a long sweep of his own. "For me, Aragorn is very real. His problems and worries are mine until we close shooting forever. However, at a time like this, he does feel very far from me."
"So you don't think that Aragorn would play footsies with Frodo under the table at Rivendell?" Elijah grinned at him as he ate his last forkful of dinner with a happy sigh.
"Not this Aragorn, I'm afraid," Viggo said regretfully, polishing off his own dinner. "He has no idea what he's missing out on." Viggo stood and began to gather their dishes.
Snickering Elijah got up and together they cleared the table and he loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. "And why not this one?"
"He's very much in love with his Arwen and nothing else in the world matters compared to that, not even the temptations of others. Eowyn has not a chance in the world with Aragorn, for he does not see her as other than a very kind person." Viggo looked at the dishwasher with a little smirk, but loaded his dishes inside as well.
"That's incredibly romantic..." Elijah smiled at Viggo, touching his shoulder to Viggo's arm. "I wonder what that would be like..."
"To have the sun rise and set on one person... it's incredibly powerful and dangerous at the same time." Viggo bumped Elijah gently. "Want that foot massage?"
"I'd love it... but I really should wash my feet first you know... they get kinda sweaty and stuff..." He looked up at Viggo with huge eyes, looking a little embarrassed.
"I told you, washing is all part of the service. I just need a bowl of warm water, some soap, a washcloth and a towel to dry with." Viggo looked at the different cupboards, indicating he just needed to be told where these items were located.
"Um... I'll go get them... Why don't you pour us both another glass of wine?" And he disappeared out of the room and came back a few moments later with a large plastic washing basket/bucket, some soap and a face washer as well as several towels.
Viggo poured them both some more wine and sipped his as he set up two chairs in the kitchen for them. He placed a cushion on one for Elijah to lean against. "Just sit here and give me one of your feet." He took the bucket and raised an eyebrow before filling it with some warm water.
Elijah sat down and wiggled a little nervously. "Which one?" It was a stupid question, but he was feeling very shy and bashful all of a sudden.
"Give me whatever foot hurts most," Viggo said, "and if you can't decide, just give me your left foot." He lathered up his hands and soaked the cloth.
Elijah thought about it for a moment and then lifted his left foot up. "This one."
Viggo gently took the offered foot and spread the soap on to every inch of skin. He wiped off the dirt and grime, his hands sure and soothing. "How does that feel?"
Elijah sighed deeply, slumping down in the chair and grinning at Viggo. "Feels really good... do some more? Nice and soothing." He smile became a little goofy, "More?"
"A lot more, but first, give me your right foot to wash." Viggo left the now clean left foot in his lap and lifted Elijah's right for himself. He gave it the same thorough cleaning, carefully getting the grime from between toes and within the sole.
Elijah made a sound that was so close to a coo that he blushed a little, leaning back against the chair more as he slumped down, "Ohhhhh.... can I keep you? I'll cook?"
Viggo's laugh lacked any mocking tone, a purely happy response to Elijah. "I haven't even gotten to the best part yet." He took the left foot again and gently pressed his fingers into the sole, working into the soreness there.
Elijah hissed softly, that did hurt some, but it was a good hurt. He could feel the tension that never seemed to leave him draining away and he moaned deeply, "I'll still keep you."
"What kind of hours do you think I would keep?" Viggo asked, working on a baby toe and resisting the urge to do this little pig went to market.
"Whatever hours you want... just as long as you never stop doing that?" Elijah's whimper was that of pained bliss as more tension was worked out of his poor overworked foot.
Calloused fingers stroked Elijah's foot from ankle to toe tips and then back up again. He shifted to ankle rotations- three in each direction. He felt the stiffness begin to recede and the foot relax in his hands.
"Viggo?" Elijah voice was very small and he looked over at him admitting, "I think I'm going to slide outta the seat... may... maybe we could... to the couch?"
"All right. Need me to carry you?" Viggo squeezed the foot gently.
"You wanna carry me? I'm not really a hobbit you know..." he teased softly.
"I just thought your feet might not carry you." The heel of his hand suddenly pressed into the arch of Elijah's foot, sending a jolt of relaxing energy throughout his body.
Elijah melted a little more and muttered, "I don't know if they can or not... but they don't want to..."
"Then I guess I better carry you." Viggo lifted Elijah out of his chair and rocked him around a few times, ala Diane King in A Walk on the Moon. "You're light as a feather." He carried him over to the couch and set him down, before collapsing back at his feet. "Now, where was I?" He lifted up the left foot and began stroking the sole again.
Elijah let himself melt into the very comfortable couch and gave Viggo his most inviting smile. "You have wonderful hands... have... have you like done a course or something? Or just a natural."
"I did take a course in the technique. However, I have good hands, useful hands, so I always had a nice touch." Viggo took each toe and went through a pull, squeeze and tickle routine that usually made his friends and lovers purr.
And purr Elijah did, moaning the words, "I guess it's the artist... you're used to working with your handdddsssss." He moaned again and felt his whole foot relax.
Viggo used his knuckles to knead the ball of Elijah's left foot. His fingers then trailed over the entire foot in a walking motion. "I'm nearly done with this one, Elijah."
"Wonderful... other foot is gonna get jealous... dreadful cause half way to not feeling this no more..." Elijah purred the words out at Viggo and gave him an almost sappy smile, pleasure clearly evident. Elijah was ignoring the more sensual thrill of the massage to concentrate on the simple feeling of well being and relaxation in parts of his body that had been abused for months of ’feet’.
Viggo finished off with another round of stroking, finally nodding in satisfaction and setting the foot down. "Perfect. Now for the other one." He grasped the right foot and restarted his routine, alternating between watching his technique and Elijah's face.
Elijah's face showed everything he was feeling, the relaxation, the pain of sore spots, the pleasure as they were worked into submission, the growing sensual haze Elijah was getting lost in, even as he tried to fight against it.
"Falling asleep on me?" Viggo asked, after polishing off a particularly tight area. "Should I take that as a compliment on my abilities?"
Elijah's eyes fixed on Viggo, the blue most than half eclipsed by dilated pupils, "I can promise, I'm not falling asleep." Sleep in fact was just about as far from his mind as it was possible to be as he shifted a little, pulling his shirt over his crotch, trying to hid the growing hardness within his thankfully loose jeans.
"Want to tell me what is on your mind?" Viggo reverting to the purr-inspiring toe pulling routine.
Elijah replied with complete honestly, "You."
Viggo's mouth turned up in a smile. "What about me, little hobbit?"
Elijah blushed a little, looking at Viggo from behind lowered lashes, "lots of things."
"Really? Shall I tell you what I'm thinking about you?" Viggo finger-walked over the heel over Elijah's foot, before pressing a kiss there and then up to suck on his big toe.
Elijah’s moan started off startled, but quickly became full of need, "oh... please? Tell... tell me what you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that if you make this much noise when I give you a foot massage, you're going to be a screamer," Viggo said. He nibbled on the remaining toes, wicked tongue adding a delicate lick to each tip. "Am I wrong about that?"
Elijah both blushed and grinned before asking, "Want to find out?"
Smoldering eyes looked up and down Elijah's sprawled form, and a tongue snuck out to lick at already wet lips. Viggo answered by pressing Elijah's foot into his groin, letting him feel the hardness there, the heartbeat strong through denim.
Elijah didn't even try and muffle his moan, and his toes curled a little, as ofif trying to wrap around the hardness he felt there, "Viggo? Would you please kiss me?"
Setting down Elijah's foot, Viggo crawled over him like a predator over helpless prey. His lips settled gently over Elijah's and then with a little growl, he devoured the small man's mouth. A lean, long body carefully settled itself down to rest, without crushing Elijah.
Elijah's moan was lost in their kiss and he wound his arms around Viggo, pulling him down, wanting, needing to feel Viggo's weight on his, to press hardness to hardness as their mouths mated.
Viggo allowed the demanding hands to pull him down all the way. He pressed their groins together naturally, pleased by the resulting noises from his new soon-to-be lover. A little sinuous twist of his hips or two, and Viggo encouraged Elijah to rock into him.
And rock Elijah did, even as his hands explored Viggo's back, shoulders, sliding into his hair, down to his ass, only to start all over again, enjoying the feeling of touching Viggo as he'd dreamt about for some time.
Viggo separated their mouths and slid down to kiss Elijah's neck. He slipped to one side and pulled up Elijah's shirt. His hand stroked the newly bared chest, a little smile playing at his mouth at the lack of hair on the soft skin.
"Viggo..." Elijah bit his lip and looked up at the man he hoped would soon be his lover, for tonight at least. Taking a deep breath he said, "I... I haven't before."
Viggo nodded once, rubbing his hand over a stomach he knew would be full of nervous butterflies and anticipation. "You're sure you want to?" he asked in a gentle tone. "I'll be careful, but it can hurt a lot sometimes, especially the first."
Elijah shivered and moaned at the touch to his belly, it was one of the more sensitive areas of his body, "Fuck!" He looked up at Viggo with eyes that had suddenly dilated that much more, "Yes... I want to... want you... just... a little nervous."
"So was I, my first time." Viggo leaned down and kissed Elijah again. He reached down and undid Elijah's jeans, sliding them down so he could find the hard flesh and stroke firmly.
Kissing was good. Kissing was something that Elijah could cling to, and cling to it he did, fingers sliding into Viggo's hair as their mouths mated in the most primitive of ways. Elijah's moans and whimpers flavored the deep kisses, adding to them a desperate edge. His hips pressed upwards almost before his brain registered the appallingly intense pleasure
Viggo stopped stroking and kissing, leaning back to smile at Elijah. "Want to do something about my clothes, little hobbit?"
Elijah's grin was slow to form, but didn't leave, "You have no idea the number of times I've wanted to do something about them..." And small, but strong, hands pushed Viggo's top up and over his head, throwing it across the room as soon as it was free of Viggo's arms. True delight was reflected back at Viggo in Elijah's eyes as he leant in to lick a path from Viggo's shoulder to his Adam's apple.
Viggo rumbled his approval and added his own tongue into the equation, marking a similar path on Elijah. "You want to finish off the undressing? My pants are getting in the way."
"Really?" Elijah grinned and rocked his hips upwards, purring at the contact, "I can't get to the zip in this position though Vig..." and he lowered his head to lick down to a tan nipple, sucking at it lightly.
A snarl ripped from the back of Viggo's throat as Elijah sucked his very sensitive nipple. He pulled back to avoid getting completely out of control and grinned ruefully. "It's a pain when your most sensitive spots are so clear for everyone to see."
Elijah's eyes widened at the intense response his suckling had received and he looked at VirgoViggo in surprise. "Wow... I never met someone who had one of those too..." he grinned and pressed a baby soft kiss just above Viggo's nipple. "Can you find mine?"
"I look forward to it," Viggo growled, yanking Elijah back up, though not painfully, to kiss with a rather possessive edge.
Elijah melted into the kiss happily, arms wrapping around Viggo and sliding down his body, stroking Viggo's back and then cupping his ass, "I think... getting rid of clothes was a good idea."(Right around here it seems like they have already gotten undressed, which a little is confusing because they don’t actually do that until they are in the bedroom.)
Viggo mirrored the actions, letting his hands tighten on Elijah's ass and pull him into a firm grind against a hard erection. "I am full of good ideas."
"That you are..." And Elijah caught Viggo's kissable lips again, sliding his tongue shyly into Viggo's mouth to explore there.
The shyness in the action just fueled the desire coursing through Viggo's veins. He sucked at the tempting tongue, inviting it deeper inside. His hands parted the cheeks in them and a coy finger dabbled inside. The very tip just stroked the muscle protecting Elijah from intrusion.
Elijah's whole body jumped slightly at the touch and he growled, biting lightly at Viggo's lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Lust dazed eyes opened and he blinked slowly, looking deep into Viggo's eyes before they fluttered closed again. Muscles that had been taut with nervousness relaxed as Elijah gave himself over to Viggo, without saying a word.
As Elijah relaxed, Viggo gentled his touch and let his hands stray away from Elijah's tempting ass and up to his lower back. He lowered Elijah to the cushions so he could begin a more complete exploration of the soft flesh with his mouth and hands. Never one to rush a truly delectable experience, he began to cover Elijah's chest with kisses and a few bites.
"Viggo?” Elijah’s voice was breathless and husky with desire. His eyes were having trouble staying open, wanting to just drift closed to savor the feelings Viggo was inspiring. "Can... can I see you?"
"This would be easier on a bed," Viggo said, pulling back, though his right hand stroked Elijah's thigh and side with gentle care. "If it's comfortable enough for you, you can see me... watch me above you."
"Bed?" Elijah nodded suddenly and carefully eased himself into a sitting position, "I think bed is a better idea..." Standing slowly, waiting for some blood to return to his head he looked appealingly at Viggo and held his hand out, "Bedroom?"
Viggo laughed softly, taking the hand and pulling Elijah up to his feet. "Have you forgotten, little hobbit, that this is your home? Or was that an invitation for me to carry you to the bedroom, in the grand fashion of all great romance?"
"No... I guess I was just making sure you wanted to..." and with that Elijah started leading Viggo off to the master bedroom. It was all done in deep browns and rich greens and Elijah glanced up at Viggo's face, wondering what the older man thought of the room.
Viggo looked around with overt approval. "Its not what I expected, but it suits you." He settled on the bed, resting on his side and propping up his head on one hand. "Come here, my little hobbit."
"What did you expect?" Elijah took a deep breath before shimming out of his pants before joining Viggo on the bed. He switched off the overhead light, leaving the room lit by only a lamp on the night stand. He was blushing just a little, but also a little proud of himself for not getting too embarrassed or self conscious.
"I don't know... something a bit louder, perhaps." Viggo rolled on his back and looked over the extent of Elijah with hungry eyes. He gestured to Elijah, leaving his hand out in invitation.
"I don't like loud bedrooms, this is... well it's my relaxing room." Sitting on the edge of the bed Elijah reached over and started undoing Viggo's pants, "I still want to see you..." And he looked up at Viggo's face, "please?"
"Of course. Take them off for me?" Viggo lifted his hips and spread his legs invitingly.
Elijah pushed the pants down and then pulled them off Viggo's legs, letting his eyes rangerake over Viggo's long lanky body, lingering at his groin and licking his lips before whispering, "You're beautiful."
"Beautiful, am I?" Viggo murmured. "I don't remember ever being called that before. And I think you fit that description far better than I ever shall."
"Do you prefer incredibly, painfully, powerfully sexy?" Elijah swept his fingers very lightly up Viggo's legs to about mid-thigh before sweeping them back down.
"I prefer you climb over here so I can make love to you as you deserve." Viggo's expression changed to openly pleading.
"Dear lord how could anyone say no to that?” Elijah's smile was a little surprised but he climbed up the bed, and up Viggo, laying their bodies against each other fully for the first time, skin to skin with a whimper of pleasure.
Viggo wrapped his arms tightly around his prize and kissed him passionately. Throwing one leg over Elijah, he rolled them over so he lay on top. His fingers traced anywhere they could find, eventually tickling over Elijah's stomach.
Elijah returned the passion, hands sliding up and down Viggo's body, loving the feel of only skin, needing it in a way he couldn't explain in that moment. "Beautiful."
Strong hands wrapped once more around Elijah's lovely ass and squeezed. "Elijah, what do you want? Just tonight? More? Tell me, little hobbit."
"As..." His voice trailed away before he started again, "As many nights as you'll give me?" His expression was a little unsure, because he did not know how Viggo would respond. "If... if that is just tonight then I will thank you and smile when you leave... but..." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I have been watching you for months now... I would like a chance at more."
"Just nights?" Viggo purred, opening Elijah's mouth with his skillful tongue and kissing him breathless before letting him answer.
"And mornings and afternoons to be followed by more nights?" Elijah whispered, for he lacked the breath to make more sound. "If you want to share them with me."
"I rather hoped you'd be interested in more than just a bed partner, not that I would object." Viggo mussed his hair and slid all the way down to contemplate Elijah's cock. He only contemplated for a second, before taking a rather large portion in his mouth and sucking happily.
Whatever else Elijah had been planning to say came out in a choked and drawn out moan that rebounded through his skull several times before it made it out into the air. "Viiiigggggoooooooo." His hips thrust upwards without even realizing it and he whimpered again, "Ohhhhh fuuuuck.... Yesssssss."
Anticipating the thrust, Viggo let even more slide into his mouth and then grabbed Elijah's hips to keep him still. His strong muscles arched and flexed as he bobbed up and down on the hardness. Before going too far, he popped off for a moment to ask, "Lube?"
"Lube?" It took a long moment for Elijah to recognize the word and he nodded. "Lube... yes... in the night stand..." He pointed to his night stand, the one on the side of the bed he normally slept on. "Second... second drawer." He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look down at Viggo. There was not only lube in the drawer, but condoms and a few sex toys, obviously Elijah had experimented at lease somewhat.
Amused by how well prepared Elijah was, Viggo grabbed the tube and a condom. He playfully leaned over and blew a wet raspberry on Elijah's stomach.
Elijah’s squeal was combined shock, amusement and arousal, and he thrust his hips upwards as the squeal turned into a ragged moan, "FUCKFUCKFUCK!!"
"What was that?" Viggo asked with a raised eyebrow. He eyed the patch of skin carefully, as if searching for what caused the reaction. When he discovered nothing, he eyed Elijah carefully, before blowing an even longer, wetter raspberry there.
There was no surprise this time, so the answering moan was simply full of desire as Elijah's hips bucked again and he groaned out loudly, "You found it."
Delighted by his find, Viggo licked the area once more and then slid down to return his attention to Elijah's cock. He paused a moment and asked gently, "Have you been with anyone before? I mean... male or female?"
Shuddering, Elijah nodded a little, blushing some. "A... a girl... It... it was ... well... pretty unrewarding."
"Ah." Viggo nuzzled the underside of Elijah's cock with his nose and then licked up the entire length. "I'll try to make this more rewarding for you." He went back to sucking at Elijah, this time with clear intent to make him cum as fast and hard as possible.
"Already has been...." it was all Elijah managed to croak out before his head dropped back and he whimpered deep in his throat. His hips started thrusting up, uncontrolled, as desire burned through his body, through his mind until all he could feel was the heat pooling within him, ready to burst.
Viggo managed the thrusting with a bit of difficulty. He had not been somebody's first for a long time and nearly forgotten the excitement of a first time. He sucked and licked until he thought his jaw might fall off, but he felt Elijah near-to-bursting and kept it up.
Elijah eyes rolled back and he called out, not word or name could be understood but it was a call to Viggo none the less, an attempt to warn the other man as a he came powerfully, his seed filling Viggo's mouth in urgent spurts.
Swallowing a few times desperately to accommodate the rather copious amounts of fluid, Viggo managed to handle everything Elijah gave him. He pulled off only when every last drop slid down his throat. A lazy, smug smile planted itself on his mouth and remained there for the duration.
Elijah blinked up at his ceiling, his expression a study of pleasure. He slowly lifted his head to look at Viggo, his own lips twitching at the smug smile on Viggo's lips, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet, little hobbit." He held up the lube and condom. "The best is yet to come." Sliding upward, he kissed Elijah gently, sharing flavors.
It took Elijah a moment to get used to the taste, but it wasn't unpleasant and soon he was kissing Viggo back eagerly. As the kiss ended he smiled at Viggo, "I'm thanking you because it felt wonderful... I didn't say it was all over. Didn't even imply it."
"Not even close." Viggo stroked from Elijah's neck to his thigh and then back up. He found the crease between his ass and ran his finger between. "Spread your legs for me, wide as you can."
Elijah did so, watching Viggo with absolute trust. His hands repositioned some pillows so he could lean back on them and still see Viggo before he let them fall to his sides. "That ok?"
"Perfect," Viggo muttered, his eyes dilated and focused on his prize. He managed to open the lube without ever taking his gaze away from Elijah. The tip of his tongue wet his dry lips as his now lubed finger probed the tight muscle for the first time.
Elijah quivered, his muscles tightening in surprise and nervousness. Even though he knew this would feel good, wonderful even, and he trusted Viggo, he couldn't control the reaction most people had their first time. So although he was willing, his muscles tensed. Taking a deep breath and then letting it out he deliberately attempted to relax those oh so sensitive muscles to allow Viggo's finger entry.
"Just breathe deeply and slowly," Viggo coached gently, "but let me know if the pain gets to be too much. If I think you're holding back the truth, I'll stop." He let his finger play around the area a bit more before very carefully separating the muscle by breaching with his fingertip.
Keeping the slow controlled breathing going helped Elijah focus on relaxing himself, reminding himself of the pleasure this was going to bring him and as the finger pressed inwards truly he moaned softly, letting his anticipation and nerves out with that nose as he relaxed for Viggo, "Vig..."
"I'm here. Just trust me, little hobbit. Trust me and let me in." He wiggled the finger a bit, working it in ever deeper. Anytime he sensed pain or too much resistance, the finger paused and allowed Elijah to get used to the sensation before moving on.
"I do... I trust you..." Elijah's body relaxed more and more as the sensations Viggo was creating became more and more pleasurable and eventually, wanting more, he rocked his hips up towards Viggo.
"Ready for more?" Viggo asked, though he deemed the question rhetorical, since a second finger began to work its way in. He proceeded with the greatest trepidation now, remembering how much different two fingers felt to one. His own first time, he nearly rattled the ceiling down when his partner went a little too fast.
Elijah trembled for a moment but as he didn't tense up again there was no pain, just an overwhelming feeling off fullness. "Oh!! Oh!!" His eyes drifted between wide open and closed as he tried to ride out the new feelings.
"Were those good or bad ohs?" Viggo asked. He usually read his partners well, but a new lover always made him a bit more cautious, especially a first-timer. No sense taking chances and ruining the entire experience.
Elijah managed to open his eyes and look at Viggo, "Good... good ohs... I... full... full and pressure... butbut... sweet. Very sweet... more?" The last was added after a long deep exhalation, "Please?"
Viggo smiled his own pleasure and relief at Elijah. "Just wait, lovely Elijah, just wait." He did not make him wait long, as his fingers delved deep enough to scrape over the prostate. A swipe and then two passed over the little gland.
Elijah's blue eyes grew larger than Viggo had ever seen them and he was still, completely and utterly still for three or four heartbeats and fire replaced his blood for those moments before he convulsed, thrusting his hips up towards Viggo, seeking more of the sensation that had him calling out loudly.
Viggo used the moment to brush against the area twice more and then removed his hand. He pulled the condom on and then lubed himself thoroughly. "Are you ready?" Folding back Elijah's legs, he arranged himself to look down into Elijah's eyes.
"I... I think so..." He had tensed again slightly, Viggo was bigger than two fingers, but the desire he felt was soothing away that tension. "I don't want to wait any longer."
"Then you shall not. Still, this shall hurt a bit, so let me know if you want to stop." Viggo pressed himself against the stubborn muscle. For a split second, it seemed his girth may be a bit too much, but then muscle gave and he slid a little ways inside.
He could feel himself stretching, a slight burn as the muscles were made to open wider and wider, until they were wider than they had ever opened. A deep breath shuddered out of his lungs and he stared up at Viggo, not wanting to lose the eye contact. It reminded him where he was and who it was taking him, something he didn't ever want to forget.
Leaning down, Viggo gently sucked at Elijah's lips, pushing his tongue in with expertise. His desire thrummed through his body in deep, almost irresistible pulses. He wanted to sink deep into the lithe body and never leave. Still, prudence kept him from acting on this desire. "You're so lovely."
Elijah's groan was deep-felt and he wrapped his arms around Viggo, hands exploring a muscled back and shoulder, siding over smooth skin and caressing Viggo's ass, "You're... pretty amazing yourself."
The last few inches felt the most torturous, as Viggo found himself at the edge of his control. When he finally rested fully inside Elijah, his forehead resting against his lover's, he sighed deeply. "Are you all right?"
Elijah looked deep into Viggo's eyes, taking shallow breaths as he got used to the feeling of Viggo so deep inside him body. It hurt a little, but he was growing used to the feel as his muscles got used to being open. "So full..." He moaned a little and then sighed softly, "Never better."
"Shall I move?" Viggo asked, pressing soft kisses around the open mouth and wide eyes. "Shall I show you that there is even more than this?"
Elijah shifted a little, his hands sliding up to cup the back of Viggo's head, holding him still so he could capture Viggo's mouth for a long kiss, after whispering, "Please?"
The first movement was almost impossible, as Elijah's muscle formed a clamp around him. So tight... so sweet... Elijah held him fast inside. He had all the power at the moment, not Viggo. Elijah could send him to Hell with a mere word or Heaven with a mere movement. His hips finally managed to pull upward, but not far, before he had to sink back in again.
Elijah's body opened to accept Viggo just a little more easily this time as his muscles grew more and more used to the large intrusion. His hands had slid down to Viggo's shoulders and he was kneading the muscles there as his body shifted and quivered around Viggo, the muscles starting to clench and release in pleasure, "Ohh... yes please Viggo? More... I need more of you."
"Don't know if there is any more of me," Viggo muttered through clenched teeth. He began a faster rhythm of motion, picking up speed with every up and downward motion. His hands found thin hips and raised them to give him a better angle.
Elijah's whimpers and moans grew in volume as he slowly started to move with Viggo, thrusting himself upwards, hands stroking up and down Viggo's back almost frantically. Every thrust inside seemed to send him higher and higher and he knew that his climax couldn't be far behind it. Lava not blood thundered in his ears, and yet he could hear every noise that Viggo made, each one sending him higher, "VigVig!! Yesyesyes!! Ohohohohohoh...."
Carefully, Viggo reached between them to find Elijah's erection and pump in time with his movements. The fire in his own veins seemed to bubble and boil until he thought it might leak out his ears. Everything else faded away except for Elijah and the incredibly sensation of pleasure radiating upward from his loins.
The added stimulation proved to be his undoing and Elijah's whole body tensed, the virginal muscles of his ass gripping down and milking at Viggo as Elijah came in powerful waves of pleasure. He called out over and over again, words that made no sense, but managed to convey his pleasure until he could feel no longer, the world dimming as he fought to keep conscious.
If the sensations had not been enough to release Viggo into spirals of pleasure, the sound of Elijah calling out his own would have pushed him over the edge. He wished not to be covered by the latex, that he might fill Elijah truly, but he could hardly complain about the orgasm. He cried Elijah's name clearly several times.
Elijah's arms tightened around Viggo, pulling the other man against his body. The weight of Viggo over him felt wonderful and his arms tightened further, needing that feeling in a way he didn't understand. His lips pressed to Viggo's softly, tenderly and he moaned low into their kiss.
Viggo kissed back with equal gentleness, letting himself rest easily on top of Elijah. When he finally pulled away, he studied Elijah's face and eyes carefully. He saw more than the usual sexual flush and pleasure there... something deeper and trusting.
"I... I think I died." Elijah’s smile was huge as he looked up at Viggo, "Most likely... cause this has gotta be heaven."
This time, Viggo could not help but laugh, though not derisively. "You really know how to stroke my ego." He found the softness of Elijah's lips and plundered sweetly for several moments. In the middle of the kiss, he gently eased himself out of the perfect body with a pang of regret.
"I wasn't trying to..." Elijah whimpered in discomfort as Viggo pulled out, desistingresisting the desire to stop him. He knew as wonderful as their lovemaking had felt, his body would be happier for Viggo's action in the long run. He hissed slightly as he felt his muscles contracting now that they weren't being held open any more and sighed, his arms tightening around Viggo.
"Are you all right?" Viggo slid off to one side and reached down to gently probe the area. Only once had he ever found blood, but once was enough to convince him to take care.
Although tender Elijah was unhurt and he nodded, "I'm fine... tender... I... I think I might be sore tomorrow... but it was so totally worth it." Smiling sweetly at Viggo he whispered, "Can I keep you?"
The smile on Viggo's face could melt icebergs, and he nodded once. "I don't usually start relationships so physically, but in your case, I'll gladly make an exception." He ran a finger over Elijah's lips. "Perhaps we should start over and have dinner tomorrow."
"I didn't think I had a chance at a relationship... but I still wanted you to be the first..." He smiled very shyly at Viggo before adding, "We did have dinner tonight... but I'd love to have dinner with you tomorrow too."
"Tomorrow, I'll cook, something unusual, but not too extreme." His smile turned sly, as he remembered Orlando's reaction to one of his vegetable stews. "I'll take you on a more guided tour of my place." He nuzzled under Elijah's right ear and licked gently.
"Not too extreme?" Elijah moaned softly at the playful caresses and curled his body into Viggo's more, "I'd like the tour... I've seen your yard and your entry... that's it."
"I promise to give you the full tour... I'm sure Quentin will love you." He fitted himself neatly around Elijah, wondering at how easily the other man fit into the curve of his body, as if specifically designed.
Elijah looked up at Viggo curiously, "Quentin?"
"My African hedgehog, a gift from a dear friend of mine. She gave him to me when he was just old enough to be on his own. He's so cute... spends a lot of the day rolling around the house in a plastic ball."
"Ohh..." Elijah nibbled his lip for a moment before asking softly, "Does he like cats?"
"He's never met a cat, but I think he'd be afraid. He'd hide in his ball or flee in his ball or curl up into a little ball of protective spines. You have a cat, I take it." Viggo stroked Elijah's bare shoulder with his sensitive fingers.
Elijah moaned softly and arched into the stroking fingers, "Mmmm... Yeah... I have a cat... called Blue." He smiled, "She's a little older and very calm. I... I was looking for a dog? At the pound... but I fell in love with her."
"Animals do that to you... they just steal your hearts in ways you never expect." He squeezed the shoulder gently and then let his fingers work on down. His fingertip traced Elijah's collarbone. "People, too."
Elijah gave Viggo a sweet shy smile and pressed a soft kiss to Viggo's lips, "I know just what you mean."
Viggo liked the shy side Elijah presented, so different from the face he showed the world. He wondered how much of it was real, but then thought of Elijah's newness to this and decided it was indeed real. His fingers tilted up Elijah's chin and he pressed a deep kiss to his perfect mouth.
Elijah sighed into their kiss and returned it eagerly. His tongue making its way into Viggo's mouth to explore and tease, before retreating and bringing Viggo's tongue into his own mouth, sucking at it as he stoked it with his own tongue.
Groaning slightly, Viggo tugged on Elijah's body to face his. He gently rubbed against his lover, wondering at how quickly he responded to the younger man. "You are... making me hot again."
"I am?" Elijah's grin was pure cat got the cream and he leant into Viggo, aiding in their rubbing to purr into Viggo's ear, "I am permanently hot for you."
He reached down to cup Elijah and then stroke him firmly. His long fingers encompassed his own cock as well and rubbed them both together. "Well, I wouldn't want to leave you to suffer."
"I wouldn't want either of us to suffer...” Elijah reached out with both his hands to press their cocks together and started stroking slowly, watching Viggo's face carefully as he worked, smiling slightly.
"Mmmm, so I see," Viggo hissed, his smile echoing Elijah's. "Fast learner, aren't you?" He added a twist to one of the strokes, testing if Elijah liked that kind of move.
Elijah moaned softly before shaking his head, "I have been wanking since before I can remember... this I have down pat..." Elijah let his strokes speed for a moment, before slowing back down into a gentle and very comfortable rhythm.
"Since before you can remember? You must have been a randy little toddler." Viggo batted away Elijah's hands and rolled on his back, pulling Elijah on top of him. "I can see you now."
Elijah straddled Viggo's body with a grin and leant over to kiss his lover, "My mother claims I was born pulling my pud." He snickered and shook his head as he rocked their groins together slowly, "And I know, cause of the pictures, that I did start young." he grinned and kissed Viggo again.
"And all I pulled was my tongue," Viggo muttered, "and my feet." He pushed said tongue deep into Elijah's mouth, even as his hands grasped his hips tightly and urged him to speed up his thrusts.
Elijah moaned into the kiss, sucking Viggo's tongue, caressing it with his own as he thrust their hips together more and more eagerly. He looked into Viggo's eyes and watched his face intently. Watching Viggo's face change and contort with pleasure was incredibly arousing and he sped up the thrusting of their hips.
Knowing Elijah took pleasure in watching, Viggo just let his head fall back. His face revealed every little thing he felt, every spark of pleasure or shock of arousal. He concealed nothing from Elijah, wanting him to see the power he had.
Seeing Viggo's face, knowing that he was causing that pleasure, that this beautiful man was feeling such pleasure because of him was the headiest shot of pure desire Elijah had ever felt and his hips ground downwards eagerly. Moaning, Elijah lowered his head, taking one of Viggo's nipples between his lips and lapping at it with an eager tongue, wanting to give Viggo more.
The flare of feeling sparked from his nipple and shot lightening down his limbs and through his center. Viggo snarled deeply and grabbed Elijah's head instinctively. His back arched, trying to push his extra sensitive nipple even deeper into the warm cavern of Elijah's mouth and wet tongue.
Elijah grinned, sucking and licking at the hard peaked flesh, loving Viggo's reaction to the caress. He didn't let up on the nipple, as their hips ground together in a fast almost brutal rhythm until he suddenly switched nipples and started sucking on the other side.
"Narghmmmf," Viggo vocalized as he desperately sought some sort of equilibrium. His body could notenot cope with all the tingles and spikes surging through his nerves. Finally, he yowled like a wild animal and released all over Elijah in large waves of copious fluids.
Elijah wanted to lift his head, wanted to watch Viggo but he found with Viggo's climax his own became much more demanding and as he rocked against Viggo just a few more times it crested until he screamed with pleasure and came, adding his seed to Viggo's.
Bone-fatigue and pleasure made Viggo relax into the mattress completely. His breath still clawed its way out in large gasps, but the rest of him lay motionless against the sheets. Finally, he managed to crack open an eye and gaze blearily at Elijah. "Mmmyeah."
Elijah's own ability to move was limited but he did lift his head and press their lips together for a moment or two before it landed on Viggo's shoulder again and he sighed, "Mmmmm... perfect."
"Shower?" Viggo asked, thinking how much they would regret not cleaning off, but not really wanting to get up and expend the effort necessary at the moment. He trailed a hand through the soft, wildly spiked hair on Elijah's head.
Elijah giggled, "Boy scout!" And he wiggled until he could reach the night stand, pulling out a small towel and some wipes. He tenderly cleaned and dried Viggo's body before starting on himself. He grinned a little and whispered, "It's not virgin any more."
Viggo huffed a soft laughed and pulled Elijah back for a gentle kiss. "Thank you for letting me be your first."
Elijah giggled before whispering back, "Thank you for wanting to be!"
"Would be a very stupid old man not to want to be." Viggo's jaw cracked open in a wide yawn, and he tossed an arm over Elijah's back before shutting his eyes. In a moment, his soft snores indicated a complete lapse into sleep.
Elijah smiled, and propping his head up watched Viggo for a long time, fingers ghosting the lightest caressed all over Viggo's body, reassuring himself that it was real. Finally he lay his head on Viggo's shoulder and let himself drift off to sleep.
After our long angsty, "Will You Remember," we decided to post this short, smutty, happy piece of fiction to help make things sweeter.
Emma and Saklani
Title: Hunting Ranger
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Riley (bless her!)
Disclaimer:We do not own these men, or anything else mentioned here. We are not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And We are NOT them nor is what we put down here real.
Summary: Elijah wants Viggo for his first time.
Author's Notes: This is some nice hot smut to help alleviate the sadness of our last effort, WYR. I hope you all enjoy this silly little work!
Elijah watched Viggo.
He'd been doing it all day... all week if he was going to be completely honest with himself, and now it was Saturday. Saturday night at the pub had become a cast ritual, even for the older cast members who just came for a beer or two before leaving to do whatever they wanted on the one night they didn't have to get up early. Taking a deep breath Elijah realized that Viggo would soon be leaving, the man's second drink was almost finished.
Standing he swallowed the last of the liquid in his glass and made his way across the somewhat crowded room, glad for once, that the music didn't start until later.At least he wasn't going to have to yell his conversation into Viggo's ear. That would be a little too much physical proximity until he had an answer.
Viggo twirled the beer mug in his hands idly, half watching Karl and David argue with Liv and Miranda over who had the worst costumes. The women held that being sewn into dresses on a daily basis was far worse than the heavy armor the men carried about. Miranda struck a huge blow by pointing out her own experience with both costumes. For his part, Viggo thought John might have a word or two to say about who had the worst costumes... not to mention the poor orcs.
Out of the corner of his eye, Viggo noticed Elijah approach. The younger cast members seldom joined the older ones. Even when Orli plastered himself all over Viggo, he did so outside the confines of the bar.
"Hey, little hobbit," he greeted him cordially, not sad to tune out the arguing behind him.
"Hey Strider... you're looking remarkably clean this evening..." He smiled at Viggo, even as he shifted on his feet nervously. What the fuck was he thinking... Viggo could have his pick of everyone... he’d had at least a few flings since Bean had left... and before that there had been all sorts of rumors about the two men of Gondor. "Hot date later?" He joked softly, although he did suddenly wonder.
Viggo's smile filled with a sudden flash of heat, which also touched his eyes. "Unfortunately, no. Just me and my artwork tonight. Unless someone brings me an offer."
"Are you saying you'd... you'd be receptive to an.... an offer?” Elijah's eyes were suddenly locked onto Viggo's and his teeth sunk into his lower lip as he waited, almost breathless, for a response.
The warmth in Viggo's expression deepened and spread throughout his expression. He considered a teasing response, but the abuse he noticed Elijah giving his lip turned him against the idea. "From you, it would be more than welcome." He let his voice sink an octave, setting down his mug and leaning back in the bench. "Want to join me?" he asked, patting his lap.
Elijah grinned up at him for a moment before speaking softer, "Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to join me... for... for dinner." And his grin became rather bashful, as he nibbled on his lip again.
"Did you have somewhere in mind?" Viggo asked, leaning forward to whisper back. He lifted his free hand and pulled Elijah's lip away from his teeth, aware of the questioning looks from behind him. " How about we decide on the way, before we attract any questions from the peanut gallery." He glanced around Elijah where the elf and other hobbits were glancing at them questioningly.
Elijah glanced over at his friends and sighed before agreeing, "Good idea... lets get outta here before one of them decides to come over and ask what we're talking about..." He then grinned up at Viggo, "And yeah... I did have somewhere in mind." Taking Viggo's hand, Elijah started weaving his way through the people to the door, ignoring the sound of Dom and Orli calling their names.
Viggo waved a quick goodbye to David, Miranda, Karl and Liv, as he let Elijah pull him along. They laughed at them and raised their beer in toast. Viggo's tongue answered before they disappeared into the background.
At the door, Viggo added a jaunty flick of his fingers in a farewell salute to Orlando and Dom. They stopped, both looking confused and more than slightly put out as Elijah and Viggo left the pub.
"So, where did you have in mind?" Viggo asked, as he took a deep breath of the early evening air.
Elijah's teeth where tormenting his lip again as he answered, "I was... well I make a really good veal casserole... and I happened to... to start it this morning... It's been slow cooking all day... makes it tender as... all I need to do is make some rice." He glanced up at Viggo hopefully.
"You want me to go home with you?" Viggo asked softly, studying the nervous face with his careful scrutiny. "I would love to try your casserole, Elijah, and whatever else you have in mind to offer me."
Elijah's grin was wide, although his cheeks colored, and he didn't say anything for a few moments as he started towards Viggo's car. His thoughts were too jumbled to say much at this point. He'd been working himself up to this point for weeks, but now that he'd asked, and received such a ... positive response, the fear factor was rising.
Viggo noted the red in Elijah's cheeks and reflected how lovely the young man looked in the late evening light. He placed a friendly hand on Elijah's right shoulder and squeezed gently. His look changed from heat and spice to gentle camaraderie. "Nights like this make me just want to start walking in one direction and never stop."
Elijah shook his head slightly in answer to Viggo's comment, "My feet hurt a little too much for that... although it's a lovely idea at times... to just turn away and not look back." He sighed and shifted his shoulder under Viggo's touch happily, enjoying the warm tingles that traveled through his body.
"I forget how much abuse they put your poor feet through. Would you like a foot massage? I'd be delighted to offer you one." Viggo took out his keys, jingling them in the air, before unlocking the passenger door for Elijah. He gallantly helped him in and then circled to climb in his own side. "Hold on, little hobbit."
"A foot massage? That would be heaven Vig... if... if you don't mind?" Elijah turned appealing blue eyes onto Viggo, even as he gripped the door, he'd heard about Viggo's driving. "Sometimes, if we have time... the girls try and give us one... and it's so relaxing... and it really helps the next day." He smiled, again with that hint of bashfulness. "Promise to wash them first."
Viggo chuckled as he pulled out with a squeal. "You are speaking to the king of dirt, little hobbit. I shall hardly mind a bit more. Actually, I usually wash the feet of the person I offer a massage to before administering my famous healing touch." He directed a quick wink at Elijah, before pulling around a corner a bit faster than necessary.
"Do you use kingsfoil too?" Elijah snickered softly and then gasped at the speed Viggo took the corner. "Well that's one rumor confirmed." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, relaxing into the insane driving. "Is it true that you eat orc's for lunch?" he teased, repeating one of the rumors that had come off helms deep shooting.
"They're tasty sautéed with a little red wine and wild mushrooms," Viggo said equitably. He nearly turned on the road to his house and executed a nasty left turn to go the correct direction. "I seem to want to take you home as much as you want to take me."
"Well just about anything sautéed in red wine and mushrooms would be nice..." Elijah grinned, but that damn blush was back. "Enthusiasm is always nice."
"There are some meats that no amount of cooking can save. Diving ducks taste like cod liver oil no matter what you do to them and camel..." He shuddered slightly and shook his head. Elijah's place loomed ahead, and Viggo pulled neatly up to the curb with a screech.
Elijah cocked his head to the side and looked up at Viggo. "I don't know I want to know about camel... or any road kill you may have eaten either... there are lots of stories about you..." Getting out of the car Elijah led Viggo up to his door, wondering how long it would be before the hobbits were calling him.
"And most of them are true," Viggo said proudly. "What's the sense of wasting perfectly good food? So the rabbit happened to get hit by a car instead of butchered by a knife... I cleaned off the roadkill before cooking. And squirrels are delectable in creme sauce with pasta."
His hand draped light on the nape of Elijah's neck, idly rubbing in small circles.
Elijah leant back into the hand even as he proclaimed, "You're a redneck!" And he led Viggo into his home away from home. It was somewhere Viggo seen before, as Elijah had hosted several parties and last year's Thanksgiving, but this was the first time he got to see it as Elijah lived in it, with furniture in its normal positioning. It was all neat and tidy except for two areas, the gaming consol and the CDs. "Come in, please."
"And you're a geek," Viggo said, glancing over at the stacks of CDs and games lying around. He paused at the threshold and then turned to grin at Elijah. "May I give you a hand with dinner?"
Elijah shook his head. "Naw... all I need to do is start the rice." Disappearing into the kitchen, Elijah flicked the switch on the rice cooker and smiled, calling out, "Drink? I have... coke, juice, beer... wine... coffee tea... water..." He walked back into the living room to look at Viggo questioningly.
"I'll have a glass of wine, if you would." Viggo walked over to Elijah, brushing a hand over his arm as he went into the kitchen. "Where do you keep your bottles?"
Elijah followed Viggo back into the kitchen. "Well, the white is in the fridge... but seeing we're having read meat..." Elijah opened a small cupboard over the counter and took out a bottle of a nice New Zealand red and two glasses.
"Mmmm, not a bad choice at all. Who's been teaching you about wines?" Viggo stood just behind Elijah, close enough so his body heat radiated over his smaller companion.
"Um... Fran and Pip mostly... although I have had several discussions with JRD about it... he's quite the connoisseur, yes?" Elijah shivered and resisted for a moment, before he lent back until their bodies were just brushing against each other and sighed.
Stepping forward ever so slightly, Viggo pressed his front along Elijah's back smoothly. "Did he talk your ear off as he did Bean's and mine? I thought the raving dwarf would never stop filling us in on all the best wines of Europe." He took the glasses from Elijah's hand. "Mind if I pour?"
"He was very informative..." It was all Elijah was going to admit to. Taking a deep breath, Elijah almost moaned as Viggo's scent filled his senses, "Um... sure... what ever you want..." He let a little more of his weight rest back against Viggo and bit his lip hard to contain the purr of pleasure.
Viggo blew a warmth breath over the back of Elijah's nape, enjoying Elijah's responses. "How long do we have until dinner?" He popped the cork on the wine and poured a little for each of them. "A toast to us- may you always be as beautiful as you are at this moment."
The breath on the nape of his neck caused Elijah to shiver uncontrollably, but it was pleasurable. The toast had him staring at the cupboard, as he blushed bright red. "Thank... that... that was very ... thank you?" He really did not know how to respond to the extravagant compliment.
"The toast is supposed to be for us... have you anything to toast me with?" Viggo brushed his fingers over the nape area he just blew on. "However, you thanked me very sweetly."
Elijah could not stop or hide the pleasant tingling that rippled through him nor the goose bumps that stirred to life. "May... may you always be as bewitching and seductive as you wish to be... as you are to me." He blushed a little more. "And may this evening be as enjoyable as we can make it?"
Viggo lifted his glass and sipped the wine. "A very fine toast, little hobbit. I thank you... and this wine is quite pleasant as well. Have you any suggestions for how we might make this evening pleasant?"
"Maybe one... or two..." Elijah took a deep breath and turned around, looking up at Viggo slightly nervously, but with desire showing through. He took a sip of his wine, enjoying the flavor before putting his glass down and looking back up at Viggo. "I'd suggest a good meal first Viggo... energy."
"And then perhaps, I can demonstrate my expertise in foot massage on you." Viggo finished off his small glass of wine and set it beside Elijah's. His fingers danced over Elijah's shoulder before he stepped away and glanced at the table. "At least I can help you set the table."
Elijah nodded, "If you want to..." And he moved to gather plates, passing them to Viggo and getting cutlery. Once the table was set he headed to the slow cooker, unsealing the lid, letting the aroma of the heavily mushroomed casserole free into the room.
"There are a lot of things I want to do," Viggo said with a slight rumble in the bottom of his voice. He set the table with a slight flourish and then sat down to allow Elijah room to work.
Elijah quickly served up the casserole into a dish and brought it to the table, followed by the rice. Still standing he served them both before sitting next to Viggo and offering a soft toast. "To good times and good food."
"And good company," Viggo added, clinking their glasses together. He drank a little and then set down the glass. "This looks delicious." He tried a bit and smiled while chewing. "Tastes delicious, too. Who taught you how to cook?"
"George Patterson." Elijah grinned, knowing Viggo would have no idea who that would be. "He was the catering supervisor on the first movie I didn't have permanent parental presence for. When my mom wasn't there I was living on catering and cereal... and when she was, on catering and take out." He smiled a little sadly. "She's a lousy cook."
"Do you miss her?" Viggo asked, toeing off a boot. His bare foot reached over to rub at Elijah's ankles sympathetically.
"My Mom? A little... but not particularly... it's been several years since she spent all the time on set with me..." He took a mouthful and ate slowly before confessing, "I miss Hannah more."
"Your sister... I understand. I miss my siblings sometimes... course, I miss my mom even more. She and I are close. I send her bad poetry and she pretends it's the best she ever read." Viggo chewed on some more casserole. "You really are a hobbit, aren't you? How many kinds of mushrooms are in this?"
"Three... no, four... But I loved this casserole long before I got the part." He smirked at Viggo. "Yes... I like mushrooms, but I like all sorts of food..." Eating some more himself, Elijah thought about Viggo's words. "So you and your Mom... really close?"
"Especially since my parents were divorced... my dad wasn't around as much afterward. I didn't want the same thing to happen with Henry and myself after Exene and I divorced, because I missed my father. Still, it had the fringe benefit of making me extra close to my mother." He twirled his glass in between two fingers. "Am I boring you?"
"No... Not at all. Divorced parents isn't something I realized we had in common." Elijah grinned, taking another sip of his wine. "Mine were separated for so long... when they finally did divorce... it was almost a relief... like... the elephant in the room could finally be talked about."
"It was a shock to my brothers and me when my father and mother separated. I guess there were indications, but you never really expect it when you're young." Viggo stroked Elijah's ankle again, his nimble toes gentle and soothing. "This is a bit of a downer of a conversation, isn't it?"
"I guess... for some..." He smiled a little, his foot wriggling in pleasure, breaking the tight control he had maintained to that point. "So tell me... what's it like to record your own album?"
"Well, if you're me, it's a lot of fun, and you drive everyone else stark raving mad. I don't make music like the rock bands you love, but you might enjoy some of the noise I've made." Viggo felt the foot wriggling beneath his and let his own foot slide down to rest on top of the sneaker.
Elijah grinned and started wriggling his feet out of his shoes. "I'd like to hear them... can't get them here..." Elijah said, revealing to Viggo that he'd tried.
"I have them all. You can have my own copies, if you really want. No idea why you'd want to subject yourself to them more than one, though." Viggo caressed the newly bare feet, and his mouth turned upward into an invitation. "I never like wearing any kind of shoes."
Elijah shook his head in surprise. "I do believe you're meant to be enthusing that people want to hear your stuff, not asking why." Elijah grinned and stroked his big toe down the full length of Viggo's sole. "Really? I find good support shoes a god send at the moment... if I need to do much walking or stuff."
"Well, your feet are being subjected to those prosthetics everyday, so I suppose they need some support afterward. For my part, I enjoy wandering through almost any surface bare soled. I've developed very tough feet that way." Viggo responded to Elijah's movement by wrapping the toe in his sole.
"I used to love running around bare footed... my mother always used to tell me I'd catch my death of cold... you know how mothers are." He grinned at Viggo and made the motion again, scratching lightly with his toe nail.
"My mother knew better than to try and warn us about things like that. After all, we grew up in the wilds of Argentina... I spent a good deal of my youth on horseback or running around in the forest. I can appreciate Aragorn a good deal."
"I've never really had the chance to run around a little green shire... Frodo is... different, for me. I like that about him though. I know we... we are all acting in this world as if it's... a lost history or something... it feels so amazingly real... but still, I'm existing every day in a world that just isn't our own... I love that."
Viggo laughed softly and caressed both of Elijah's feet with a long sweep of his own. "For me, Aragorn is very real. His problems and worries are mine until we close shooting forever. However, at a time like this, he does feel very far from me."
"So you don't think that Aragorn would play footsies with Frodo under the table at Rivendell?" Elijah grinned at him as he ate his last forkful of dinner with a happy sigh.
"Not this Aragorn, I'm afraid," Viggo said regretfully, polishing off his own dinner. "He has no idea what he's missing out on." Viggo stood and began to gather their dishes.
Snickering Elijah got up and together they cleared the table and he loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. "And why not this one?"
"He's very much in love with his Arwen and nothing else in the world matters compared to that, not even the temptations of others. Eowyn has not a chance in the world with Aragorn, for he does not see her as other than a very kind person." Viggo looked at the dishwasher with a little smirk, but loaded his dishes inside as well.
"That's incredibly romantic..." Elijah smiled at Viggo, touching his shoulder to Viggo's arm. "I wonder what that would be like..."
"To have the sun rise and set on one person... it's incredibly powerful and dangerous at the same time." Viggo bumped Elijah gently. "Want that foot massage?"
"I'd love it... but I really should wash my feet first you know... they get kinda sweaty and stuff..." He looked up at Viggo with huge eyes, looking a little embarrassed.
"I told you, washing is all part of the service. I just need a bowl of warm water, some soap, a washcloth and a towel to dry with." Viggo looked at the different cupboards, indicating he just needed to be told where these items were located.
"Um... I'll go get them... Why don't you pour us both another glass of wine?" And he disappeared out of the room and came back a few moments later with a large plastic washing basket/bucket, some soap and a face washer as well as several towels.
Viggo poured them both some more wine and sipped his as he set up two chairs in the kitchen for them. He placed a cushion on one for Elijah to lean against. "Just sit here and give me one of your feet." He took the bucket and raised an eyebrow before filling it with some warm water.
Elijah sat down and wiggled a little nervously. "Which one?" It was a stupid question, but he was feeling very shy and bashful all of a sudden.
"Give me whatever foot hurts most," Viggo said, "and if you can't decide, just give me your left foot." He lathered up his hands and soaked the cloth.
Elijah thought about it for a moment and then lifted his left foot up. "This one."
Viggo gently took the offered foot and spread the soap on to every inch of skin. He wiped off the dirt and grime, his hands sure and soothing. "How does that feel?"
Elijah sighed deeply, slumping down in the chair and grinning at Viggo. "Feels really good... do some more? Nice and soothing." He smile became a little goofy, "More?"
"A lot more, but first, give me your right foot to wash." Viggo left the now clean left foot in his lap and lifted Elijah's right for himself. He gave it the same thorough cleaning, carefully getting the grime from between toes and within the sole.
Elijah made a sound that was so close to a coo that he blushed a little, leaning back against the chair more as he slumped down, "Ohhhhh.... can I keep you? I'll cook?"
Viggo's laugh lacked any mocking tone, a purely happy response to Elijah. "I haven't even gotten to the best part yet." He took the left foot again and gently pressed his fingers into the sole, working into the soreness there.
Elijah hissed softly, that did hurt some, but it was a good hurt. He could feel the tension that never seemed to leave him draining away and he moaned deeply, "I'll still keep you."
"What kind of hours do you think I would keep?" Viggo asked, working on a baby toe and resisting the urge to do this little pig went to market.
"Whatever hours you want... just as long as you never stop doing that?" Elijah's whimper was that of pained bliss as more tension was worked out of his poor overworked foot.
Calloused fingers stroked Elijah's foot from ankle to toe tips and then back up again. He shifted to ankle rotations- three in each direction. He felt the stiffness begin to recede and the foot relax in his hands.
"Viggo?" Elijah voice was very small and he looked over at him admitting, "I think I'm going to slide outta the seat... may... maybe we could... to the couch?"
"All right. Need me to carry you?" Viggo squeezed the foot gently.
"You wanna carry me? I'm not really a hobbit you know..." he teased softly.
"I just thought your feet might not carry you." The heel of his hand suddenly pressed into the arch of Elijah's foot, sending a jolt of relaxing energy throughout his body.
Elijah melted a little more and muttered, "I don't know if they can or not... but they don't want to..."
"Then I guess I better carry you." Viggo lifted Elijah out of his chair and rocked him around a few times, ala Diane King in A Walk on the Moon. "You're light as a feather." He carried him over to the couch and set him down, before collapsing back at his feet. "Now, where was I?" He lifted up the left foot and began stroking the sole again.
Elijah let himself melt into the very comfortable couch and gave Viggo his most inviting smile. "You have wonderful hands... have... have you like done a course or something? Or just a natural."
"I did take a course in the technique. However, I have good hands, useful hands, so I always had a nice touch." Viggo took each toe and went through a pull, squeeze and tickle routine that usually made his friends and lovers purr.
And purr Elijah did, moaning the words, "I guess it's the artist... you're used to working with your handdddsssss." He moaned again and felt his whole foot relax.
Viggo used his knuckles to knead the ball of Elijah's left foot. His fingers then trailed over the entire foot in a walking motion. "I'm nearly done with this one, Elijah."
"Wonderful... other foot is gonna get jealous... dreadful cause half way to not feeling this no more..." Elijah purred the words out at Viggo and gave him an almost sappy smile, pleasure clearly evident. Elijah was ignoring the more sensual thrill of the massage to concentrate on the simple feeling of well being and relaxation in parts of his body that had been abused for months of ’feet’.
Viggo finished off with another round of stroking, finally nodding in satisfaction and setting the foot down. "Perfect. Now for the other one." He grasped the right foot and restarted his routine, alternating between watching his technique and Elijah's face.
Elijah's face showed everything he was feeling, the relaxation, the pain of sore spots, the pleasure as they were worked into submission, the growing sensual haze Elijah was getting lost in, even as he tried to fight against it.
"Falling asleep on me?" Viggo asked, after polishing off a particularly tight area. "Should I take that as a compliment on my abilities?"
Elijah's eyes fixed on Viggo, the blue most than half eclipsed by dilated pupils, "I can promise, I'm not falling asleep." Sleep in fact was just about as far from his mind as it was possible to be as he shifted a little, pulling his shirt over his crotch, trying to hid the growing hardness within his thankfully loose jeans.
"Want to tell me what is on your mind?" Viggo reverting to the purr-inspiring toe pulling routine.
Elijah replied with complete honestly, "You."
Viggo's mouth turned up in a smile. "What about me, little hobbit?"
Elijah blushed a little, looking at Viggo from behind lowered lashes, "lots of things."
"Really? Shall I tell you what I'm thinking about you?" Viggo finger-walked over the heel over Elijah's foot, before pressing a kiss there and then up to suck on his big toe.
Elijah’s moan started off startled, but quickly became full of need, "oh... please? Tell... tell me what you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that if you make this much noise when I give you a foot massage, you're going to be a screamer," Viggo said. He nibbled on the remaining toes, wicked tongue adding a delicate lick to each tip. "Am I wrong about that?"
Elijah both blushed and grinned before asking, "Want to find out?"
Smoldering eyes looked up and down Elijah's sprawled form, and a tongue snuck out to lick at already wet lips. Viggo answered by pressing Elijah's foot into his groin, letting him feel the hardness there, the heartbeat strong through denim.
Elijah didn't even try and muffle his moan, and his toes curled a little, as ofif trying to wrap around the hardness he felt there, "Viggo? Would you please kiss me?"
Setting down Elijah's foot, Viggo crawled over him like a predator over helpless prey. His lips settled gently over Elijah's and then with a little growl, he devoured the small man's mouth. A lean, long body carefully settled itself down to rest, without crushing Elijah.
Elijah's moan was lost in their kiss and he wound his arms around Viggo, pulling him down, wanting, needing to feel Viggo's weight on his, to press hardness to hardness as their mouths mated.
Viggo allowed the demanding hands to pull him down all the way. He pressed their groins together naturally, pleased by the resulting noises from his new soon-to-be lover. A little sinuous twist of his hips or two, and Viggo encouraged Elijah to rock into him.
And rock Elijah did, even as his hands explored Viggo's back, shoulders, sliding into his hair, down to his ass, only to start all over again, enjoying the feeling of touching Viggo as he'd dreamt about for some time.
Viggo separated their mouths and slid down to kiss Elijah's neck. He slipped to one side and pulled up Elijah's shirt. His hand stroked the newly bared chest, a little smile playing at his mouth at the lack of hair on the soft skin.
"Viggo..." Elijah bit his lip and looked up at the man he hoped would soon be his lover, for tonight at least. Taking a deep breath he said, "I... I haven't before."
Viggo nodded once, rubbing his hand over a stomach he knew would be full of nervous butterflies and anticipation. "You're sure you want to?" he asked in a gentle tone. "I'll be careful, but it can hurt a lot sometimes, especially the first."
Elijah shivered and moaned at the touch to his belly, it was one of the more sensitive areas of his body, "Fuck!" He looked up at Viggo with eyes that had suddenly dilated that much more, "Yes... I want to... want you... just... a little nervous."
"So was I, my first time." Viggo leaned down and kissed Elijah again. He reached down and undid Elijah's jeans, sliding them down so he could find the hard flesh and stroke firmly.
Kissing was good. Kissing was something that Elijah could cling to, and cling to it he did, fingers sliding into Viggo's hair as their mouths mated in the most primitive of ways. Elijah's moans and whimpers flavored the deep kisses, adding to them a desperate edge. His hips pressed upwards almost before his brain registered the appallingly intense pleasure
Viggo stopped stroking and kissing, leaning back to smile at Elijah. "Want to do something about my clothes, little hobbit?"
Elijah's grin was slow to form, but didn't leave, "You have no idea the number of times I've wanted to do something about them..." And small, but strong, hands pushed Viggo's top up and over his head, throwing it across the room as soon as it was free of Viggo's arms. True delight was reflected back at Viggo in Elijah's eyes as he leant in to lick a path from Viggo's shoulder to his Adam's apple.
Viggo rumbled his approval and added his own tongue into the equation, marking a similar path on Elijah. "You want to finish off the undressing? My pants are getting in the way."
"Really?" Elijah grinned and rocked his hips upwards, purring at the contact, "I can't get to the zip in this position though Vig..." and he lowered his head to lick down to a tan nipple, sucking at it lightly.
A snarl ripped from the back of Viggo's throat as Elijah sucked his very sensitive nipple. He pulled back to avoid getting completely out of control and grinned ruefully. "It's a pain when your most sensitive spots are so clear for everyone to see."
Elijah's eyes widened at the intense response his suckling had received and he looked at VirgoViggo in surprise. "Wow... I never met someone who had one of those too..." he grinned and pressed a baby soft kiss just above Viggo's nipple. "Can you find mine?"
"I look forward to it," Viggo growled, yanking Elijah back up, though not painfully, to kiss with a rather possessive edge.
Elijah melted into the kiss happily, arms wrapping around Viggo and sliding down his body, stroking Viggo's back and then cupping his ass, "I think... getting rid of clothes was a good idea."(Right around here it seems like they have already gotten undressed, which a little is confusing because they don’t actually do that until they are in the bedroom.)
Viggo mirrored the actions, letting his hands tighten on Elijah's ass and pull him into a firm grind against a hard erection. "I am full of good ideas."
"That you are..." And Elijah caught Viggo's kissable lips again, sliding his tongue shyly into Viggo's mouth to explore there.
The shyness in the action just fueled the desire coursing through Viggo's veins. He sucked at the tempting tongue, inviting it deeper inside. His hands parted the cheeks in them and a coy finger dabbled inside. The very tip just stroked the muscle protecting Elijah from intrusion.
Elijah's whole body jumped slightly at the touch and he growled, biting lightly at Viggo's lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Lust dazed eyes opened and he blinked slowly, looking deep into Viggo's eyes before they fluttered closed again. Muscles that had been taut with nervousness relaxed as Elijah gave himself over to Viggo, without saying a word.
As Elijah relaxed, Viggo gentled his touch and let his hands stray away from Elijah's tempting ass and up to his lower back. He lowered Elijah to the cushions so he could begin a more complete exploration of the soft flesh with his mouth and hands. Never one to rush a truly delectable experience, he began to cover Elijah's chest with kisses and a few bites.
"Viggo?” Elijah’s voice was breathless and husky with desire. His eyes were having trouble staying open, wanting to just drift closed to savor the feelings Viggo was inspiring. "Can... can I see you?"
"This would be easier on a bed," Viggo said, pulling back, though his right hand stroked Elijah's thigh and side with gentle care. "If it's comfortable enough for you, you can see me... watch me above you."
"Bed?" Elijah nodded suddenly and carefully eased himself into a sitting position, "I think bed is a better idea..." Standing slowly, waiting for some blood to return to his head he looked appealingly at Viggo and held his hand out, "Bedroom?"
Viggo laughed softly, taking the hand and pulling Elijah up to his feet. "Have you forgotten, little hobbit, that this is your home? Or was that an invitation for me to carry you to the bedroom, in the grand fashion of all great romance?"
"No... I guess I was just making sure you wanted to..." and with that Elijah started leading Viggo off to the master bedroom. It was all done in deep browns and rich greens and Elijah glanced up at Viggo's face, wondering what the older man thought of the room.
Viggo looked around with overt approval. "Its not what I expected, but it suits you." He settled on the bed, resting on his side and propping up his head on one hand. "Come here, my little hobbit."
"What did you expect?" Elijah took a deep breath before shimming out of his pants before joining Viggo on the bed. He switched off the overhead light, leaving the room lit by only a lamp on the night stand. He was blushing just a little, but also a little proud of himself for not getting too embarrassed or self conscious.
"I don't know... something a bit louder, perhaps." Viggo rolled on his back and looked over the extent of Elijah with hungry eyes. He gestured to Elijah, leaving his hand out in invitation.
"I don't like loud bedrooms, this is... well it's my relaxing room." Sitting on the edge of the bed Elijah reached over and started undoing Viggo's pants, "I still want to see you..." And he looked up at Viggo's face, "please?"
"Of course. Take them off for me?" Viggo lifted his hips and spread his legs invitingly.
Elijah pushed the pants down and then pulled them off Viggo's legs, letting his eyes rangerake over Viggo's long lanky body, lingering at his groin and licking his lips before whispering, "You're beautiful."
"Beautiful, am I?" Viggo murmured. "I don't remember ever being called that before. And I think you fit that description far better than I ever shall."
"Do you prefer incredibly, painfully, powerfully sexy?" Elijah swept his fingers very lightly up Viggo's legs to about mid-thigh before sweeping them back down.
"I prefer you climb over here so I can make love to you as you deserve." Viggo's expression changed to openly pleading.
"Dear lord how could anyone say no to that?” Elijah's smile was a little surprised but he climbed up the bed, and up Viggo, laying their bodies against each other fully for the first time, skin to skin with a whimper of pleasure.
Viggo wrapped his arms tightly around his prize and kissed him passionately. Throwing one leg over Elijah, he rolled them over so he lay on top. His fingers traced anywhere they could find, eventually tickling over Elijah's stomach.
Elijah returned the passion, hands sliding up and down Viggo's body, loving the feel of only skin, needing it in a way he couldn't explain in that moment. "Beautiful."
Strong hands wrapped once more around Elijah's lovely ass and squeezed. "Elijah, what do you want? Just tonight? More? Tell me, little hobbit."
"As..." His voice trailed away before he started again, "As many nights as you'll give me?" His expression was a little unsure, because he did not know how Viggo would respond. "If... if that is just tonight then I will thank you and smile when you leave... but..." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I have been watching you for months now... I would like a chance at more."
"Just nights?" Viggo purred, opening Elijah's mouth with his skillful tongue and kissing him breathless before letting him answer.
"And mornings and afternoons to be followed by more nights?" Elijah whispered, for he lacked the breath to make more sound. "If you want to share them with me."
"I rather hoped you'd be interested in more than just a bed partner, not that I would object." Viggo mussed his hair and slid all the way down to contemplate Elijah's cock. He only contemplated for a second, before taking a rather large portion in his mouth and sucking happily.
Whatever else Elijah had been planning to say came out in a choked and drawn out moan that rebounded through his skull several times before it made it out into the air. "Viiiigggggoooooooo." His hips thrust upwards without even realizing it and he whimpered again, "Ohhhhh fuuuuck.... Yesssssss."
Anticipating the thrust, Viggo let even more slide into his mouth and then grabbed Elijah's hips to keep him still. His strong muscles arched and flexed as he bobbed up and down on the hardness. Before going too far, he popped off for a moment to ask, "Lube?"
"Lube?" It took a long moment for Elijah to recognize the word and he nodded. "Lube... yes... in the night stand..." He pointed to his night stand, the one on the side of the bed he normally slept on. "Second... second drawer." He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look down at Viggo. There was not only lube in the drawer, but condoms and a few sex toys, obviously Elijah had experimented at lease somewhat.
Amused by how well prepared Elijah was, Viggo grabbed the tube and a condom. He playfully leaned over and blew a wet raspberry on Elijah's stomach.
Elijah’s squeal was combined shock, amusement and arousal, and he thrust his hips upwards as the squeal turned into a ragged moan, "FUCKFUCKFUCK!!"
"What was that?" Viggo asked with a raised eyebrow. He eyed the patch of skin carefully, as if searching for what caused the reaction. When he discovered nothing, he eyed Elijah carefully, before blowing an even longer, wetter raspberry there.
There was no surprise this time, so the answering moan was simply full of desire as Elijah's hips bucked again and he groaned out loudly, "You found it."
Delighted by his find, Viggo licked the area once more and then slid down to return his attention to Elijah's cock. He paused a moment and asked gently, "Have you been with anyone before? I mean... male or female?"
Shuddering, Elijah nodded a little, blushing some. "A... a girl... It... it was ... well... pretty unrewarding."
"Ah." Viggo nuzzled the underside of Elijah's cock with his nose and then licked up the entire length. "I'll try to make this more rewarding for you." He went back to sucking at Elijah, this time with clear intent to make him cum as fast and hard as possible.
"Already has been...." it was all Elijah managed to croak out before his head dropped back and he whimpered deep in his throat. His hips started thrusting up, uncontrolled, as desire burned through his body, through his mind until all he could feel was the heat pooling within him, ready to burst.
Viggo managed the thrusting with a bit of difficulty. He had not been somebody's first for a long time and nearly forgotten the excitement of a first time. He sucked and licked until he thought his jaw might fall off, but he felt Elijah near-to-bursting and kept it up.
Elijah eyes rolled back and he called out, not word or name could be understood but it was a call to Viggo none the less, an attempt to warn the other man as a he came powerfully, his seed filling Viggo's mouth in urgent spurts.
Swallowing a few times desperately to accommodate the rather copious amounts of fluid, Viggo managed to handle everything Elijah gave him. He pulled off only when every last drop slid down his throat. A lazy, smug smile planted itself on his mouth and remained there for the duration.
Elijah blinked up at his ceiling, his expression a study of pleasure. He slowly lifted his head to look at Viggo, his own lips twitching at the smug smile on Viggo's lips, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet, little hobbit." He held up the lube and condom. "The best is yet to come." Sliding upward, he kissed Elijah gently, sharing flavors.
It took Elijah a moment to get used to the taste, but it wasn't unpleasant and soon he was kissing Viggo back eagerly. As the kiss ended he smiled at Viggo, "I'm thanking you because it felt wonderful... I didn't say it was all over. Didn't even imply it."
"Not even close." Viggo stroked from Elijah's neck to his thigh and then back up. He found the crease between his ass and ran his finger between. "Spread your legs for me, wide as you can."
Elijah did so, watching Viggo with absolute trust. His hands repositioned some pillows so he could lean back on them and still see Viggo before he let them fall to his sides. "That ok?"
"Perfect," Viggo muttered, his eyes dilated and focused on his prize. He managed to open the lube without ever taking his gaze away from Elijah. The tip of his tongue wet his dry lips as his now lubed finger probed the tight muscle for the first time.
Elijah quivered, his muscles tightening in surprise and nervousness. Even though he knew this would feel good, wonderful even, and he trusted Viggo, he couldn't control the reaction most people had their first time. So although he was willing, his muscles tensed. Taking a deep breath and then letting it out he deliberately attempted to relax those oh so sensitive muscles to allow Viggo's finger entry.
"Just breathe deeply and slowly," Viggo coached gently, "but let me know if the pain gets to be too much. If I think you're holding back the truth, I'll stop." He let his finger play around the area a bit more before very carefully separating the muscle by breaching with his fingertip.
Keeping the slow controlled breathing going helped Elijah focus on relaxing himself, reminding himself of the pleasure this was going to bring him and as the finger pressed inwards truly he moaned softly, letting his anticipation and nerves out with that nose as he relaxed for Viggo, "Vig..."
"I'm here. Just trust me, little hobbit. Trust me and let me in." He wiggled the finger a bit, working it in ever deeper. Anytime he sensed pain or too much resistance, the finger paused and allowed Elijah to get used to the sensation before moving on.
"I do... I trust you..." Elijah's body relaxed more and more as the sensations Viggo was creating became more and more pleasurable and eventually, wanting more, he rocked his hips up towards Viggo.
"Ready for more?" Viggo asked, though he deemed the question rhetorical, since a second finger began to work its way in. He proceeded with the greatest trepidation now, remembering how much different two fingers felt to one. His own first time, he nearly rattled the ceiling down when his partner went a little too fast.
Elijah trembled for a moment but as he didn't tense up again there was no pain, just an overwhelming feeling off fullness. "Oh!! Oh!!" His eyes drifted between wide open and closed as he tried to ride out the new feelings.
"Were those good or bad ohs?" Viggo asked. He usually read his partners well, but a new lover always made him a bit more cautious, especially a first-timer. No sense taking chances and ruining the entire experience.
Elijah managed to open his eyes and look at Viggo, "Good... good ohs... I... full... full and pressure... butbut... sweet. Very sweet... more?" The last was added after a long deep exhalation, "Please?"
Viggo smiled his own pleasure and relief at Elijah. "Just wait, lovely Elijah, just wait." He did not make him wait long, as his fingers delved deep enough to scrape over the prostate. A swipe and then two passed over the little gland.
Elijah's blue eyes grew larger than Viggo had ever seen them and he was still, completely and utterly still for three or four heartbeats and fire replaced his blood for those moments before he convulsed, thrusting his hips up towards Viggo, seeking more of the sensation that had him calling out loudly.
Viggo used the moment to brush against the area twice more and then removed his hand. He pulled the condom on and then lubed himself thoroughly. "Are you ready?" Folding back Elijah's legs, he arranged himself to look down into Elijah's eyes.
"I... I think so..." He had tensed again slightly, Viggo was bigger than two fingers, but the desire he felt was soothing away that tension. "I don't want to wait any longer."
"Then you shall not. Still, this shall hurt a bit, so let me know if you want to stop." Viggo pressed himself against the stubborn muscle. For a split second, it seemed his girth may be a bit too much, but then muscle gave and he slid a little ways inside.
He could feel himself stretching, a slight burn as the muscles were made to open wider and wider, until they were wider than they had ever opened. A deep breath shuddered out of his lungs and he stared up at Viggo, not wanting to lose the eye contact. It reminded him where he was and who it was taking him, something he didn't ever want to forget.
Leaning down, Viggo gently sucked at Elijah's lips, pushing his tongue in with expertise. His desire thrummed through his body in deep, almost irresistible pulses. He wanted to sink deep into the lithe body and never leave. Still, prudence kept him from acting on this desire. "You're so lovely."
Elijah's groan was deep-felt and he wrapped his arms around Viggo, hands exploring a muscled back and shoulder, siding over smooth skin and caressing Viggo's ass, "You're... pretty amazing yourself."
The last few inches felt the most torturous, as Viggo found himself at the edge of his control. When he finally rested fully inside Elijah, his forehead resting against his lover's, he sighed deeply. "Are you all right?"
Elijah looked deep into Viggo's eyes, taking shallow breaths as he got used to the feeling of Viggo so deep inside him body. It hurt a little, but he was growing used to the feel as his muscles got used to being open. "So full..." He moaned a little and then sighed softly, "Never better."
"Shall I move?" Viggo asked, pressing soft kisses around the open mouth and wide eyes. "Shall I show you that there is even more than this?"
Elijah shifted a little, his hands sliding up to cup the back of Viggo's head, holding him still so he could capture Viggo's mouth for a long kiss, after whispering, "Please?"
The first movement was almost impossible, as Elijah's muscle formed a clamp around him. So tight... so sweet... Elijah held him fast inside. He had all the power at the moment, not Viggo. Elijah could send him to Hell with a mere word or Heaven with a mere movement. His hips finally managed to pull upward, but not far, before he had to sink back in again.
Elijah's body opened to accept Viggo just a little more easily this time as his muscles grew more and more used to the large intrusion. His hands had slid down to Viggo's shoulders and he was kneading the muscles there as his body shifted and quivered around Viggo, the muscles starting to clench and release in pleasure, "Ohh... yes please Viggo? More... I need more of you."
"Don't know if there is any more of me," Viggo muttered through clenched teeth. He began a faster rhythm of motion, picking up speed with every up and downward motion. His hands found thin hips and raised them to give him a better angle.
Elijah's whimpers and moans grew in volume as he slowly started to move with Viggo, thrusting himself upwards, hands stroking up and down Viggo's back almost frantically. Every thrust inside seemed to send him higher and higher and he knew that his climax couldn't be far behind it. Lava not blood thundered in his ears, and yet he could hear every noise that Viggo made, each one sending him higher, "VigVig!! Yesyesyes!! Ohohohohohoh...."
Carefully, Viggo reached between them to find Elijah's erection and pump in time with his movements. The fire in his own veins seemed to bubble and boil until he thought it might leak out his ears. Everything else faded away except for Elijah and the incredibly sensation of pleasure radiating upward from his loins.
The added stimulation proved to be his undoing and Elijah's whole body tensed, the virginal muscles of his ass gripping down and milking at Viggo as Elijah came in powerful waves of pleasure. He called out over and over again, words that made no sense, but managed to convey his pleasure until he could feel no longer, the world dimming as he fought to keep conscious.
If the sensations had not been enough to release Viggo into spirals of pleasure, the sound of Elijah calling out his own would have pushed him over the edge. He wished not to be covered by the latex, that he might fill Elijah truly, but he could hardly complain about the orgasm. He cried Elijah's name clearly several times.
Elijah's arms tightened around Viggo, pulling the other man against his body. The weight of Viggo over him felt wonderful and his arms tightened further, needing that feeling in a way he didn't understand. His lips pressed to Viggo's softly, tenderly and he moaned low into their kiss.
Viggo kissed back with equal gentleness, letting himself rest easily on top of Elijah. When he finally pulled away, he studied Elijah's face and eyes carefully. He saw more than the usual sexual flush and pleasure there... something deeper and trusting.
"I... I think I died." Elijah’s smile was huge as he looked up at Viggo, "Most likely... cause this has gotta be heaven."
This time, Viggo could not help but laugh, though not derisively. "You really know how to stroke my ego." He found the softness of Elijah's lips and plundered sweetly for several moments. In the middle of the kiss, he gently eased himself out of the perfect body with a pang of regret.
"I wasn't trying to..." Elijah whimpered in discomfort as Viggo pulled out, desistingresisting the desire to stop him. He knew as wonderful as their lovemaking had felt, his body would be happier for Viggo's action in the long run. He hissed slightly as he felt his muscles contracting now that they weren't being held open any more and sighed, his arms tightening around Viggo.
"Are you all right?" Viggo slid off to one side and reached down to gently probe the area. Only once had he ever found blood, but once was enough to convince him to take care.
Although tender Elijah was unhurt and he nodded, "I'm fine... tender... I... I think I might be sore tomorrow... but it was so totally worth it." Smiling sweetly at Viggo he whispered, "Can I keep you?"
The smile on Viggo's face could melt icebergs, and he nodded once. "I don't usually start relationships so physically, but in your case, I'll gladly make an exception." He ran a finger over Elijah's lips. "Perhaps we should start over and have dinner tomorrow."
"I didn't think I had a chance at a relationship... but I still wanted you to be the first..." He smiled very shyly at Viggo before adding, "We did have dinner tonight... but I'd love to have dinner with you tomorrow too."
"Tomorrow, I'll cook, something unusual, but not too extreme." His smile turned sly, as he remembered Orlando's reaction to one of his vegetable stews. "I'll take you on a more guided tour of my place." He nuzzled under Elijah's right ear and licked gently.
"Not too extreme?" Elijah moaned softly at the playful caresses and curled his body into Viggo's more, "I'd like the tour... I've seen your yard and your entry... that's it."
"I promise to give you the full tour... I'm sure Quentin will love you." He fitted himself neatly around Elijah, wondering at how easily the other man fit into the curve of his body, as if specifically designed.
Elijah looked up at Viggo curiously, "Quentin?"
"My African hedgehog, a gift from a dear friend of mine. She gave him to me when he was just old enough to be on his own. He's so cute... spends a lot of the day rolling around the house in a plastic ball."
"Ohh..." Elijah nibbled his lip for a moment before asking softly, "Does he like cats?"
"He's never met a cat, but I think he'd be afraid. He'd hide in his ball or flee in his ball or curl up into a little ball of protective spines. You have a cat, I take it." Viggo stroked Elijah's bare shoulder with his sensitive fingers.
Elijah moaned softly and arched into the stroking fingers, "Mmmm... Yeah... I have a cat... called Blue." He smiled, "She's a little older and very calm. I... I was looking for a dog? At the pound... but I fell in love with her."
"Animals do that to you... they just steal your hearts in ways you never expect." He squeezed the shoulder gently and then let his fingers work on down. His fingertip traced Elijah's collarbone. "People, too."
Elijah gave Viggo a sweet shy smile and pressed a soft kiss to Viggo's lips, "I know just what you mean."
Viggo liked the shy side Elijah presented, so different from the face he showed the world. He wondered how much of it was real, but then thought of Elijah's newness to this and decided it was indeed real. His fingers tilted up Elijah's chin and he pressed a deep kiss to his perfect mouth.
Elijah sighed into their kiss and returned it eagerly. His tongue making its way into Viggo's mouth to explore and tease, before retreating and bringing Viggo's tongue into his own mouth, sucking at it as he stoked it with his own tongue.
Groaning slightly, Viggo tugged on Elijah's body to face his. He gently rubbed against his lover, wondering at how quickly he responded to the younger man. "You are... making me hot again."
"I am?" Elijah's grin was pure cat got the cream and he leant into Viggo, aiding in their rubbing to purr into Viggo's ear, "I am permanently hot for you."
He reached down to cup Elijah and then stroke him firmly. His long fingers encompassed his own cock as well and rubbed them both together. "Well, I wouldn't want to leave you to suffer."
"I wouldn't want either of us to suffer...” Elijah reached out with both his hands to press their cocks together and started stroking slowly, watching Viggo's face carefully as he worked, smiling slightly.
"Mmmm, so I see," Viggo hissed, his smile echoing Elijah's. "Fast learner, aren't you?" He added a twist to one of the strokes, testing if Elijah liked that kind of move.
Elijah moaned softly before shaking his head, "I have been wanking since before I can remember... this I have down pat..." Elijah let his strokes speed for a moment, before slowing back down into a gentle and very comfortable rhythm.
"Since before you can remember? You must have been a randy little toddler." Viggo batted away Elijah's hands and rolled on his back, pulling Elijah on top of him. "I can see you now."
Elijah straddled Viggo's body with a grin and leant over to kiss his lover, "My mother claims I was born pulling my pud." He snickered and shook his head as he rocked their groins together slowly, "And I know, cause of the pictures, that I did start young." he grinned and kissed Viggo again.
"And all I pulled was my tongue," Viggo muttered, "and my feet." He pushed said tongue deep into Elijah's mouth, even as his hands grasped his hips tightly and urged him to speed up his thrusts.
Elijah moaned into the kiss, sucking Viggo's tongue, caressing it with his own as he thrust their hips together more and more eagerly. He looked into Viggo's eyes and watched his face intently. Watching Viggo's face change and contort with pleasure was incredibly arousing and he sped up the thrusting of their hips.
Knowing Elijah took pleasure in watching, Viggo just let his head fall back. His face revealed every little thing he felt, every spark of pleasure or shock of arousal. He concealed nothing from Elijah, wanting him to see the power he had.
Seeing Viggo's face, knowing that he was causing that pleasure, that this beautiful man was feeling such pleasure because of him was the headiest shot of pure desire Elijah had ever felt and his hips ground downwards eagerly. Moaning, Elijah lowered his head, taking one of Viggo's nipples between his lips and lapping at it with an eager tongue, wanting to give Viggo more.
The flare of feeling sparked from his nipple and shot lightening down his limbs and through his center. Viggo snarled deeply and grabbed Elijah's head instinctively. His back arched, trying to push his extra sensitive nipple even deeper into the warm cavern of Elijah's mouth and wet tongue.
Elijah grinned, sucking and licking at the hard peaked flesh, loving Viggo's reaction to the caress. He didn't let up on the nipple, as their hips ground together in a fast almost brutal rhythm until he suddenly switched nipples and started sucking on the other side.
"Narghmmmf," Viggo vocalized as he desperately sought some sort of equilibrium. His body could notenot cope with all the tingles and spikes surging through his nerves. Finally, he yowled like a wild animal and released all over Elijah in large waves of copious fluids.
Elijah wanted to lift his head, wanted to watch Viggo but he found with Viggo's climax his own became much more demanding and as he rocked against Viggo just a few more times it crested until he screamed with pleasure and came, adding his seed to Viggo's.
Bone-fatigue and pleasure made Viggo relax into the mattress completely. His breath still clawed its way out in large gasps, but the rest of him lay motionless against the sheets. Finally, he managed to crack open an eye and gaze blearily at Elijah. "Mmmyeah."
Elijah's own ability to move was limited but he did lift his head and press their lips together for a moment or two before it landed on Viggo's shoulder again and he sighed, "Mmmmm... perfect."
"Shower?" Viggo asked, thinking how much they would regret not cleaning off, but not really wanting to get up and expend the effort necessary at the moment. He trailed a hand through the soft, wildly spiked hair on Elijah's head.
Elijah giggled, "Boy scout!" And he wiggled until he could reach the night stand, pulling out a small towel and some wipes. He tenderly cleaned and dried Viggo's body before starting on himself. He grinned a little and whispered, "It's not virgin any more."
Viggo huffed a soft laughed and pulled Elijah back for a gentle kiss. "Thank you for letting me be your first."
Elijah giggled before whispering back, "Thank you for wanting to be!"
"Would be a very stupid old man not to want to be." Viggo's jaw cracked open in a wide yawn, and he tossed an arm over Elijah's back before shutting his eyes. In a moment, his soft snores indicated a complete lapse into sleep.
Elijah smiled, and propping his head up watched Viggo for a long time, fingers ghosting the lightest caressed all over Viggo's body, reassuring himself that it was real. Finally he lay his head on Viggo's shoulder and let himself drift off to sleep.
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You are a fab writer.
Lillie :)
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*kisses*
Do you have a SN?
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