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NEW: Hitchhiker 2/10 (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Title: HitchHiker
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Beta: Riley (we so love her!)
Banner: A special thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ringwench
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we where right?
Summary: Ever picked up a lost soul by the wayside?
Author’s Notes: This was written for the lovelytrianne as part of the 2005 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashababy ficathon. However, until recently, it was not thoroughly betaed, but our lovely riley442 helped us out and went through this gi-normous fiction for us. Enjoy!
I guess boys all dream and so did I
My hands once reached to touch the sky
Is this the sky that I reached for
Just the dust of the road and nothin’ more
Here comes another car
Hitch Hiker
Hitch hiker! Hitch hiker!
Like a restless tiger you can’t stand still
And you never will.
- Bobby Bright and Laurie Allen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A slightly trembling hand took the keys away from Viggo and sweeping up his bag and hat, Jordan was out of the car and opening the door to their room. Glad to be out of the rain, he started stripping, not bothering to close the door as he headed toward the bathroom. His pale skin seemed to glow in the overcast, rainy day.
Affecting a casual stroll, Viggo removed all his art supplies and carried them, along with his small overnight bag, into the motel room. He took off his own wet boots, shirt and jeans. The king-sized bed beckoned him, and he sprawled in a relaxed manner.
Like most motel rooms, the walls featured cheesy pictures that offended Viggo’s artist sensibilities. A pair of lopsided dogs peered down from a picture frame, their tongues lolling in permanent stupidity. He sneered back at them and rolled over.
Leaving the bathroom door open as well, Viggo’s hitchhiker headed directly into the shower. The bathroom steamed up as he stood under the hot spray, warming up.
The invitation of the open door interested Viggo, but he remained snug on the bed, looking over the room. A connoisseur of cheap motels, he rated this one high on the scale- clean, comfortable and not too tacky. Satisfied, he shut his eyes and began controlled breathing exercises.
Only when he was warm and slightly pink from the heat did Jordan shut off the water. Drying quickly, he watched the man on the bed, wondering what would be the best plan of attack. Finally deciding on a frontal assault, the blue-eyed boy threw his warm body on top of Viggo and kissed him deeply.
Viggo rolled over instantly, pinning Jordan to the bed and kissing him with the ferocity of all his attention. He fisted his hand in warm, damp hair and tugged playfully. His mouth left Jordan’s, but only to land on his throat and clamp down for a suck that left indents.
Moaning loudly, Jordan wrapped his arms around Viggo, fingers trailing up and down the muscles of Viggo’s back, amazed by the smooth skin. “So smooth...” His fingers crept down to brush over Viggo’s ass, and he giggled, “Soft” before twisting so he could nibble and suck at Viggo’s neck in return.
“Soft?” Viggo leaned back to frown at him a little, though his eyes laughed in return. His hands brushed the curls at the vulnerable nape of his neck, before pulling up to kiss Jordan again.
Returning the kiss as deeply as he could, Jordan wondered how firmly Viggo held him down. With all his strength, he rolled them over so he was stretched across Viggo’s chest. He grinned in victory before bending down to steal a breathtaking kiss from Viggo’s sweet lips.
Not to be outdone, Viggo rolled them back over, his mouth still attached to Jordan’s. His hands clasped thin wrists and pinned them above Jordan’s head. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I think I was sitting on you.” A very suggestive grin accompanied the words as he lifted his head to lick up the side of Viggo’s neck. “Why? Do you have something else in mind, Viggo?”
“Yes. I want you on your knees.” Viggo’s lips pulled upward in a feral little half-snarl, half-smile. He thrust his hips several times into Jordan’s, giving them a few moments of glorious friction.
“Knees?” Jordan gulped. “Knees are good...” He squirmed against Viggo, letting the larger man feel his erection. “What else do you have planned?”
“Trying not to destroy this lovely bed when I take you harder than you’ve ever been taken before,” Viggo purred. “And maybe a bit of appetizer to start.” He sat up with his easy grace and scooted back. Jordan’s spread legs reached the peak of their flexibility under Viggo’s hands.
“Was there something- something you wanted special... as... as an... an appetizer?”
Instead of answering, Viggo leaned down and kissed the slight curve of abdomen. Fingers calloused from brushes, pens and cameras curved around Jordan’s cock. They squeezed the very bottom, inched slowly up the length and then pressed the top. The ball of his forefinger rubbed the resulting pre-cum around.
“FUCK!!!” Jordan groaned deeply in the back of his throat. “Yessss...” Hips pressing upwards, he whispered softly, “Oh... please? More, please? Please?” He rocked his hips slightly, trying to encourage Viggo to stroke him rhythmically. “Please?”
Such sinful begging deserved a reward, so Viggo switched to stroking hard and fast. He worked Jordan like a master with his favorite palette. Any indication of a preferred spot for touching got teased and torchered, while a caress that brought an extra moan, got repeated over and over.
It was more than Jordan could take, and with a strangled scream, he came, body shaking with pleasure that wiped his mind clean and had him spilling his seed over his body, as his lips mangled any attempt at speech.
The lovely sight thrilled Viggo, making him hop up from the bed and thumb through art supplies until he found his sketchbook. Grabbing a pencil, he settled back at the foot of the bed and drew frantically. Every line marked a study in passion and ecstasy. The curve of a slightly open mouth with tongue just visible. The twist of a thigh, still bent open to touch. A wide-eyed stare full of shocked pleasure. Perfection... though he could never capture it well enough.
Sated eyes flickered up at Viggo, as Jordan asked huskily, “What are you doing?”
“Sketching you,” Viggo said. The lines flowed on to the paper, practically flooding from his pencil. They turned dark here, light there, and Jordan appeared on the page.
“What do I look like?” He stretched a little, purring at the pleasurable feeling. “Ohh, I feel good.” He smiled his most inviting smile at Viggo, reaching out toward him and whispering, “Come back to bed, lover man.”
“Let me finish,” Viggo mumbled. A few last expert lines, and he surveyed the product with pleasure. “You look like sin.” Setting the pad down, he climbed on the bed like a large predator approaching prey and gifted Jordan with a sucking kiss as thanks for the perfect art of his body.
When the kiss ended, blue eyes met blue, and there was a soft whispered question, “What was that for?”
“Does it matter?” Viggo asked. He kissed him again, slow, sweet and with a bit more feeling.
The kiss went on and on, so when it finally ended, it took Jordan several moments to answer, “Yes... yes, it does.”
“Why?” Viggo whispered, his mouth still brushing Jordan’s. “Tell me why it matters to you, little hitchhiker.”
“Cause- cause it was so sweet.” The words were spoken in an almost awed voice.
“Do you mind?” Viggo asked. “Am I getting too affectionate?”
“I...” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t mind... it- it was...is nice.” He looked a little flustered as he confessed, “People don’t normally touch and kiss me like that.”
Viggo flipped his leg over Jordan and straddled his body, still keeping his weight up on the palms of his hands. “You inspire passion... affection... art... you are all of these things.” His mouth ghosted kisses and touches over Jordan’s cheeks, his throat, his eyelids.
Jordan could not help but lift his face into the kisses, soaking in the emotions, the warmth and affection just as much as the physical pleasure.
Viggo remembered his promise to take Jordan hard and fast while on his knees, but now wondered if this plan might be a mistake. He wanted to watch his face- the fluttering eyelashes and slightly open mouth. His eyes drifted around the room and noticed a large mirror on the opposite wall. “Come with me.”
“Come where?” His gaze followed Viggo’s, and his eyes widened slightly. “Over to the mirror?” He cocked his head to the side. “Want to watch us, lover?”
“I want to watch you as I make love to your body.” He ran his fingers down Jordan’s sides, ticklish and tender at the same time. “I cannot deny myself the exquisite expressions you make when you are lost.
The smile that Viggo received after his words was bright, full of amazed joy. “Wow... poet... I see that now... wow.”
A soft laugh, delighted and pure, shook Viggo’s shoulders for a moment. “Am I? Poetic?” He pulled Jordan so they both sat near the right edge of the bed, their reflection clearly visible in the mirror.
“Yeah, very... wow.” He shook his head a little before focusing on the mirror, sighing softly. “We look- different.”
In the glass surface, Viggo’s larger frame wrapped neatly around the pale skin of his lover. His tanned and muscled arms practically engulfed the chest around which they encircled. His gaze caught Jordan’s in the mirror and held it for a long, simmering moment. “Are you ready for me?”
Jordan licked his lips, trying to form words, to give Viggo an answer, but in the end he had to resort to nodding. He was ready to be taken and remade in whatever image Viggo found pleasing.
“Do you have something to ease my way?” Viggo asked, nuzzling the soft hairs of Jordan’s nape and blowing wet raspberries along his neckline. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Something to ease... ohhhh.” He even blushed a little, as he realized what Viggo was asking. “Um... yeah... in... in my bag...” He shivered a little, pressing back against Viggo. “I- I don’t know where I put it though.”
“Hmmm,” Viggo hummed against his neck. His right hand found the small indent of Jordan’s navel and dipped one fingertip inside teasingly. “Naughty boy. You going to make me separate from you to look?”
“I...” He looked around the room, trying to find his bag, suddenly unsure if he had even brought it into the room. “Is... unless there’s something else we can use... I guess so?”
Sliding his hand further down, Viggo wrapped his hand claimingly over Jordan’s cock. “I shall have to let go of all this to find something, then.” Sighing in regret, he pulled away and headed for his own bags.
A sad and self-pitying whimper followed Viggo as he left the bed. “Tease.” Wrapping his arms around himself, the boy on the bed watched Viggo intently, whispering softly, “Come back.”
A natural hand lotion buried in the back pocket of his backpack earned itself a place in the heavens when Viggo discovered it with a smile. The soft pleas of the waiting man still kneeling on the bed made his body pulse with urgency and want. He took the tube and carried it back to the bed. Hopping back up, he took Jordan and kissed him reassuringly. “I’m here.”
Wrapping himself around Viggo, he not only returned the kiss, but upped its intensity, exploring Viggo’s mouth before sucking Viggo’s tongue back into his own mouth and dueling with it playfully.
“Now, you are kissing differently,” Viggo teased, resting his forehead against Jordan’s lightly. He slid his hands down and turned his lover back around so they rested chest to back.
Arching backward, Jordan did his best to press every inch of skin he could against Viggo, purring happily at the silken feel of flesh brushing flesh. “I like kissing you...”
“I noticed,” Viggo murmured. The bottle cap flew off when he flipped it open, and the lotion oozed out all over his fingers and on the bedspread. Viggo slid his coated fingers down a prominent spine, between firm ass cheeks and over a small, puckered opening.
Jordan gave a startled gasp. No matter how many times he did this, that first touch always surprised him. He arched away at first, just for a moment, before arching back into the light touches, encouraging Viggo with soft needy moans. “Oh... like that... oh, please?”
“Even better than that,” Viggo promised, his lips pressed to a smooth shoulder. His tongue lapped at the salty skin, eager for more of the unique flavor of Jordan. Smooth, soothing lotion coated the inside of tight, hot muscle, as Viggo breached with his fingertip.
“Ohhhhh...” It was a higher pitched sound of pleasure, and Jordan wriggled back on the finger slightly, encouraging Viggo to keep going. There was little discomfort, he was much more relaxed than normal and that made him eager for more. “Please?”
“Shhh.” Viggo puffed warm air in Jordan’s ear with the soft noise. He answered the request, slipping his finger in deeper into the already eased depths. “Are you really so eager for me, my hitchhiker? Feel how easily you open for me. How hot you are...”
This time, Jordan’s response was almost a coo, and he pressed his hips back, accepting most of Viggo’s finger with another whimper, showing him how relaxed and accepting, how eager he truly was. He could not find any words as liquid pleasure rather than blood started running through his veins.
Viggo glanced up at the mirror, where he could see all of his lover. The expression of pleasure and trust on Jordan’s face tore him from the insides. He wanted to cry. He wanted to fall in love. He wanted to fuck Jordan through the sheets. He wanted to photograph, paint, capture in poetry the perfection he saw there. Instead, he worked to bring Jordan more pleasure.
Lifting his head, the boy Viggo knew as Jordan stared at the mirror and into Viggo’s eyes. Although his expression showed pleasure, the pleasure he was feeling, the pleasure that Viggo was giving him, his eyes searched Viggo’s for something. He did not know what he was searching for until, deep in Viggo’s eyes he found it-
Viggo cared.
“Jordan,” Viggo groaned when their eyes met and sparked in the mirror. He twisted his neck and tilted Jordan’s head so he could kiss him while his second finger found its place inside Jordan.
The loud and happy moan in reply did not make it out of Viggo’s mouth as Jordan deepened the kiss, unwilling to lose their connection. The difference in Viggo’s kiss, in their shared kiss was even more noticeable now.
The moments passed by in waves of warm, shared pleasure in the passion and emotion of their kiss. Viggo nearly forgot to keep his fingers in motion, only prompted by the slow rock of slim hips against him. His lust hung in tatters, overwhelmed by a deeper kind of need.
The feelings that welled up inside Jordan were overwhelming. The physical pleasure matched with the emotions that were starting to crowd his head and heart. It was the emotional ones that made him break the kiss, gasping for air as blue eyes searched Viggo’s face. The answer he found there inspired a low sound of pleasure before he pressed their lips together for another deep kiss.
Smiling into the kiss, Viggo found the presence of mind to remove his fingers and fumble gracelessly for the condom on the bed. He managed to grasp it in two fingers, before forcing himself to break his hold on Jordan to open it and slide it ruthlessly over himself. Their mouths remained fused, however, tongues caressing in a sensually happy dance.
The removal of Viggo’s fingers and then his hands resulted in a sad little whimper, however Jordan realized dimly that it was sure to mean that something even better was coming so he did not break their kiss to protest. In fact, he deepened it, tongue sliding into Viggo’s mouth to search out and learn every part.
In the end, Viggo pulled back with a last flicker of tongue. “Are you ready?” he whispered, his voice so deep he sounded like water over gravel. “Do you want me, little hitchhiker?”
“Oh yes, please? Ready... willing... waiting... please don’t make me wait any more.” The words were whispered breathily. “Please?”
“No more waiting, for either of us,” Viggo murmured. He palmed Jordan’s cheek and watched his eyes as he carefully pushed inside his body. The intrusion met no resistance, just welcoming heat.
Jordan did not look away, he did not even blink, sinking into Viggo’s eyes as Viggo was sinking into his body. He could not say anything, only marvel at the perfect feeling of being complete for the first time in his life. No one and nothing had ever made him feel this way.
Their joined bodies paused together, both perched on their knees on the edge of the bed. Viggo slid his hands up and down a soft belly, a slender neck, soft cheeks and messy hair. “Tell me how you feel,” he breathed, reading the eyes hungrily, greedy for more.
“Full... finished... complete.” He twisted a little, pressing back against Viggo’s body, wanting to feel skin touching skin again, feel Viggo all around him, embracing his body even as he was holding Viggo within him. “I am whole.”
How much Viggo wanted to believe the answer, for both of them. However, he feared his beautiful lover felt whole only for this moment, when the physical pleasure overwhelmed all reason. Still, he savored the answer, kissing Jordan again and thrusting in and out with utmost care.
“So good... oh gods...” He stared into Viggo’s eyes, watching the expressions that they displayed, seeing how Viggo’s emotions changed their color. His own face and expression showed Viggo the same things- the pleasure, the bliss, the tears that welled, tears of pleasure and amazement. He never felt this way with anyone else before and could hardly believe he felt it now.
“Look at the mirror, Jordan. Look at your face. See what I see... see how perfect you are, how lyrical. Look for me.” He tore his eyes away to study them in the mirror. He loathed himself for a moment- the large, imperfect person finding pleasure in such loveliness.
It was hard, looking away from Viggo even when they no longer had the eye contact. He did not want to give up the pleasure of watching Viggo to look at himself. He had seen himself from the outside more times than he cared to count, although not quite like this, and to his eyes Viggo was much more attractive. But there was something in Viggo’s voice that made it impossible to disobey, so he let his eyes travel over his own body and moaned.
As Jordan watched, Viggo wrapped a capable hand around his erection. His fingers moved in slow tandem with his strong hips. Immensely patient, Viggo wanted this to last as long as possible. One night with his lovely hitchhiker, one night to savor and share this body. “You’re perfect. So perfect for me. I want to stay here... deep inside you while your face looks as it does right at this moment.”
“Perfect... yessssss...” He hissed the word on a long exhale. “Perfect, it’s perfect.” Eyes wide, he watched Viggo take him, thrusting back and meeting the other man movement for movement. “Never end? Yes, stay like this.” His words were just the tip of the iceberg compared to what he was feeling, the bliss and completion.
Viggo never expected this kind of reaction from a man he literally picked up off the street. He bowed his head to kiss, suck and mark the creamy shoulders and enticing neck. The building of pleasure worked upward, climbing toward its peak with relentless strokes of hip and squeezes of muscle. Sex -the word seemed wrong and ugly to use- never worked so effortlessly for him before. Their bodies fit with each other, ached for each other, knew each other.
As his physical pleasure started to build more and more, it battled with the emotional, which, until then, had been clearly the more powerful. At some point, he realized that he could not tell what was physical and what was emotional any more. The blissful feeling of being complete melded into the full feeling of Viggo moving within him and heightened them both to an almost unbearable pitch. Every emotion and physical sensation blended together until all he could do was feel.
Finally unable to hold back any longer, Viggo used his power to take Jordan fast and hard. The tendons in his muscles stood out in stark relief at the force of his movements. “I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I need you... need this... fuck... oh yes... Jordan...” He lost his voice and grunted into each thrust, the bed adding its groans of protest at the treatment.
He met Viggo thrust for thrust, their bodies moving with the frantic need that had built between them- a fire that could only end in the sweetest of all explosions. He could feel the fire that was once his blood burning him from the inside out as their bodies moved in a rhythm older than time and yet still brand new. He fought with his conflicting desire to hold off, make it last longer or to come now.
After the feelings running throughout the encounter, Viggo should have been prepared for the power of his orgasm. Still, the explosion left him helpless in its wake, pouring out his insides like a tornado. He threw back his head and yelled incomprehensibly and deafeningly at the sky, as in some sort of prehistoric celebration. The rest of his body ploughed into Jordan, clutching him tightly as wave after wave spasmed his body.
Elijah came with such power, the feelings so intensely pleasurable they were almost painful, that he screamed. His body clamped down on Viggo within him, muscles contracted so tightly Viggo could not have pulled out of his body even if he wanted to. And still his pleasure continued, wave after wave of sensation pulling him down toward unconsciousness, but he clung on, not willing to lose a moment.
When his senses returned, Viggo felt his lover still climaxing and shuddering in his arms. He rested back on his thighs, holding Jordan close through his release. His mouth uttered soothing, loving words, kissing and gentling the young man with soft touches.
As the convulsion eased, Elijah leaned closer, plastering his back to Viggo’s chest, panting as if he had just sprinted ten miles. Lacking the air to say anything, he brought one of Viggo’s hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the palm.
The slide to the mattress seemed only natural, and Viggo pulled Jordan down with him as they went, ending up sprawled on top of the spread. He cuddled his new lover to him, slipping out regretfully. “How do you feel now?”
Shuddering a little, he pressed tightly against Viggo. “Empty without you.” He sighed, the wonderful feeling of completeness fading away, though it was not gone completely. He suspected that as long as Viggo was there, it would never vanish.
“You hardly know me,” Viggo murmured, kissing the back of his neck, “yet I feel less without you there as well.” He trailed delicate fingertips over ribs and a flat abdomen that suddenly rumbled. “Hmmm, I can see all of you is not focused on me.”
Elijah blushed a little before saying very defensively, “Its been awhile since I’ve eaten!” He tucked his head in just a little. “And we’ve been kinda active for the last little while.”
Viggo found the blush endearing and cradled Jordan closer for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. He began to throw one leg over Jordan’s, when another rumble startled him. “I think you need sustenance, if even my kisses are not enough for you.”
“If my stomach was feeling what the rest of me was, it would realise they are more than enough.”
“A romantic hitchhiker,” Viggo teased, his voice deep and pleased. He leaned down to suck on Jordan’s bottom lip, before discovering his tongue again.
The kiss swept him away again. Moaning deeply, he turned into Viggo’s embrace, pressing their bodies together, and sucked at Viggo’s tongue happily.
They rolled over, Viggo using his superior weight to pin Jordan to the mattress. His arms tightened on small shoulders, and his body signaled a desire for a repeat... Jordan’s stomach rumbled almost angrily under his, the ripples vibrating the skin of both. Sighing with regret, Viggo rolled up and searched for a phone book.
Watching Viggo, Elijah bit back a groan of protest at the loss of contact. “What you doing?”
“What do you want to eat?” Viggo asked, flipping to the restaurant section. “You said Chinese before, right? Are you old enough to drink?”
“Shouldn’t you have asked me that before you made...” he hesitated before finishing “...made love to me?” His tone was slightly scolding, but amused. “Yes, Viggo, I’m legal. And Chinese, please??”
“Legal for me to love is younger than drinking.” He smiled a wicked little grin at his lover and then nodded. “Chinese it is. What dishes do you like?”
“Um... just about everything honestly. I never met a Chinese meal I didn’t like.” The grin he gave Viggo in return was just as wicked as he stretched out on the bed with a groan. “Ohhhh, I can feel that.”
The stretch drew Viggo’s attention. He tossed the book aside, still open to the right page, and re-straddled Jordan to rub against him tantalizingly and kiss the tormenting mouth. “I don’t want to leave right now.”
It was a long time later that Elijah broke the kiss, smiling up at Viggo before asking, “Um, lover mine, what time is it?” His stomach growled loudly yet again, and he giggled a little.
“Foul creature,” he muttered, glancing at the clock. “Its a little after eight, why?” His attention diverted to an arched neck, which he proceeded to suck on while waiting for an answer.
“Just wondering how much time we had before the restaurants close.” Nail-less fingers raked down Viggo’s back and pinched very lightly at his ass cheek.
“Not too much longer.” Viggo pushed back against the hand instinctively. “I should really go.” Instead, he captured a warm mouth and spent a good five minutes more kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking and generally enjoying himself.
Elijah giggled into the kiss at first, but soon he was as distracted as Viggo as he returned the kisses, nibbles, licks and playful bites. “Ohhh... What- what were you saying?”
“I want to photograph you,” Viggo said, although that had nothing to do with what he had been saying.
“Ok.” Elijah grinned at Viggo. “I think I can handle that... but with one condition, feed me first?” He gave Viggo his very, very best pathetic look.
Viggo growled and sighed at the same time, resulting in an impatient huffing noise. He rolled off the pliant body unwillingly and climbed into his jeans. His shirt followed, after which he grabbed his wallet, the phone book and disappeared out the door without another word.
Elijah giggled for a few moments after Viggo had left, but soon they faded away as he sat up. Walking across the room he stood in front of the mirror, asking, “What the fuck are you doing, Elijah?”
**********
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Beta: Riley (we so love her!)
Banner: A special thank you to
ringwenchRating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we where right?
Summary: Ever picked up a lost soul by the wayside?
Author’s Notes: This was written for the lovely
trianne as part of the 2005 slashababy ficathon. However, until recently, it was not thoroughly betaed, but our lovely riley442 helped us out and went through this gi-normous fiction for us. Enjoy!I guess boys all dream and so did I
My hands once reached to touch the sky
Is this the sky that I reached for
Just the dust of the road and nothin’ more
Here comes another car
Hitch Hiker
Hitch hiker! Hitch hiker!
Like a restless tiger you can’t stand still
And you never will.
- Bobby Bright and Laurie Allen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A slightly trembling hand took the keys away from Viggo and sweeping up his bag and hat, Jordan was out of the car and opening the door to their room. Glad to be out of the rain, he started stripping, not bothering to close the door as he headed toward the bathroom. His pale skin seemed to glow in the overcast, rainy day.
Affecting a casual stroll, Viggo removed all his art supplies and carried them, along with his small overnight bag, into the motel room. He took off his own wet boots, shirt and jeans. The king-sized bed beckoned him, and he sprawled in a relaxed manner.
Like most motel rooms, the walls featured cheesy pictures that offended Viggo’s artist sensibilities. A pair of lopsided dogs peered down from a picture frame, their tongues lolling in permanent stupidity. He sneered back at them and rolled over.
Leaving the bathroom door open as well, Viggo’s hitchhiker headed directly into the shower. The bathroom steamed up as he stood under the hot spray, warming up.
The invitation of the open door interested Viggo, but he remained snug on the bed, looking over the room. A connoisseur of cheap motels, he rated this one high on the scale- clean, comfortable and not too tacky. Satisfied, he shut his eyes and began controlled breathing exercises.
Only when he was warm and slightly pink from the heat did Jordan shut off the water. Drying quickly, he watched the man on the bed, wondering what would be the best plan of attack. Finally deciding on a frontal assault, the blue-eyed boy threw his warm body on top of Viggo and kissed him deeply.
Viggo rolled over instantly, pinning Jordan to the bed and kissing him with the ferocity of all his attention. He fisted his hand in warm, damp hair and tugged playfully. His mouth left Jordan’s, but only to land on his throat and clamp down for a suck that left indents.
Moaning loudly, Jordan wrapped his arms around Viggo, fingers trailing up and down the muscles of Viggo’s back, amazed by the smooth skin. “So smooth...” His fingers crept down to brush over Viggo’s ass, and he giggled, “Soft” before twisting so he could nibble and suck at Viggo’s neck in return.
“Soft?” Viggo leaned back to frown at him a little, though his eyes laughed in return. His hands brushed the curls at the vulnerable nape of his neck, before pulling up to kiss Jordan again.
Returning the kiss as deeply as he could, Jordan wondered how firmly Viggo held him down. With all his strength, he rolled them over so he was stretched across Viggo’s chest. He grinned in victory before bending down to steal a breathtaking kiss from Viggo’s sweet lips.
Not to be outdone, Viggo rolled them back over, his mouth still attached to Jordan’s. His hands clasped thin wrists and pinned them above Jordan’s head. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I think I was sitting on you.” A very suggestive grin accompanied the words as he lifted his head to lick up the side of Viggo’s neck. “Why? Do you have something else in mind, Viggo?”
“Yes. I want you on your knees.” Viggo’s lips pulled upward in a feral little half-snarl, half-smile. He thrust his hips several times into Jordan’s, giving them a few moments of glorious friction.
“Knees?” Jordan gulped. “Knees are good...” He squirmed against Viggo, letting the larger man feel his erection. “What else do you have planned?”
“Trying not to destroy this lovely bed when I take you harder than you’ve ever been taken before,” Viggo purred. “And maybe a bit of appetizer to start.” He sat up with his easy grace and scooted back. Jordan’s spread legs reached the peak of their flexibility under Viggo’s hands.
“Was there something- something you wanted special... as... as an... an appetizer?”
Instead of answering, Viggo leaned down and kissed the slight curve of abdomen. Fingers calloused from brushes, pens and cameras curved around Jordan’s cock. They squeezed the very bottom, inched slowly up the length and then pressed the top. The ball of his forefinger rubbed the resulting pre-cum around.
“FUCK!!!” Jordan groaned deeply in the back of his throat. “Yessss...” Hips pressing upwards, he whispered softly, “Oh... please? More, please? Please?” He rocked his hips slightly, trying to encourage Viggo to stroke him rhythmically. “Please?”
Such sinful begging deserved a reward, so Viggo switched to stroking hard and fast. He worked Jordan like a master with his favorite palette. Any indication of a preferred spot for touching got teased and torchered, while a caress that brought an extra moan, got repeated over and over.
It was more than Jordan could take, and with a strangled scream, he came, body shaking with pleasure that wiped his mind clean and had him spilling his seed over his body, as his lips mangled any attempt at speech.
The lovely sight thrilled Viggo, making him hop up from the bed and thumb through art supplies until he found his sketchbook. Grabbing a pencil, he settled back at the foot of the bed and drew frantically. Every line marked a study in passion and ecstasy. The curve of a slightly open mouth with tongue just visible. The twist of a thigh, still bent open to touch. A wide-eyed stare full of shocked pleasure. Perfection... though he could never capture it well enough.
Sated eyes flickered up at Viggo, as Jordan asked huskily, “What are you doing?”
“Sketching you,” Viggo said. The lines flowed on to the paper, practically flooding from his pencil. They turned dark here, light there, and Jordan appeared on the page.
“What do I look like?” He stretched a little, purring at the pleasurable feeling. “Ohh, I feel good.” He smiled his most inviting smile at Viggo, reaching out toward him and whispering, “Come back to bed, lover man.”
“Let me finish,” Viggo mumbled. A few last expert lines, and he surveyed the product with pleasure. “You look like sin.” Setting the pad down, he climbed on the bed like a large predator approaching prey and gifted Jordan with a sucking kiss as thanks for the perfect art of his body.
When the kiss ended, blue eyes met blue, and there was a soft whispered question, “What was that for?”
“Does it matter?” Viggo asked. He kissed him again, slow, sweet and with a bit more feeling.
The kiss went on and on, so when it finally ended, it took Jordan several moments to answer, “Yes... yes, it does.”
“Why?” Viggo whispered, his mouth still brushing Jordan’s. “Tell me why it matters to you, little hitchhiker.”
“Cause- cause it was so sweet.” The words were spoken in an almost awed voice.
“Do you mind?” Viggo asked. “Am I getting too affectionate?”
“I...” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t mind... it- it was...is nice.” He looked a little flustered as he confessed, “People don’t normally touch and kiss me like that.”
Viggo flipped his leg over Jordan and straddled his body, still keeping his weight up on the palms of his hands. “You inspire passion... affection... art... you are all of these things.” His mouth ghosted kisses and touches over Jordan’s cheeks, his throat, his eyelids.
Jordan could not help but lift his face into the kisses, soaking in the emotions, the warmth and affection just as much as the physical pleasure.
Viggo remembered his promise to take Jordan hard and fast while on his knees, but now wondered if this plan might be a mistake. He wanted to watch his face- the fluttering eyelashes and slightly open mouth. His eyes drifted around the room and noticed a large mirror on the opposite wall. “Come with me.”
“Come where?” His gaze followed Viggo’s, and his eyes widened slightly. “Over to the mirror?” He cocked his head to the side. “Want to watch us, lover?”
“I want to watch you as I make love to your body.” He ran his fingers down Jordan’s sides, ticklish and tender at the same time. “I cannot deny myself the exquisite expressions you make when you are lost.
The smile that Viggo received after his words was bright, full of amazed joy. “Wow... poet... I see that now... wow.”
A soft laugh, delighted and pure, shook Viggo’s shoulders for a moment. “Am I? Poetic?” He pulled Jordan so they both sat near the right edge of the bed, their reflection clearly visible in the mirror.
“Yeah, very... wow.” He shook his head a little before focusing on the mirror, sighing softly. “We look- different.”
In the glass surface, Viggo’s larger frame wrapped neatly around the pale skin of his lover. His tanned and muscled arms practically engulfed the chest around which they encircled. His gaze caught Jordan’s in the mirror and held it for a long, simmering moment. “Are you ready for me?”
Jordan licked his lips, trying to form words, to give Viggo an answer, but in the end he had to resort to nodding. He was ready to be taken and remade in whatever image Viggo found pleasing.
“Do you have something to ease my way?” Viggo asked, nuzzling the soft hairs of Jordan’s nape and blowing wet raspberries along his neckline. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Something to ease... ohhhh.” He even blushed a little, as he realized what Viggo was asking. “Um... yeah... in... in my bag...” He shivered a little, pressing back against Viggo. “I- I don’t know where I put it though.”
“Hmmm,” Viggo hummed against his neck. His right hand found the small indent of Jordan’s navel and dipped one fingertip inside teasingly. “Naughty boy. You going to make me separate from you to look?”
“I...” He looked around the room, trying to find his bag, suddenly unsure if he had even brought it into the room. “Is... unless there’s something else we can use... I guess so?”
Sliding his hand further down, Viggo wrapped his hand claimingly over Jordan’s cock. “I shall have to let go of all this to find something, then.” Sighing in regret, he pulled away and headed for his own bags.
A sad and self-pitying whimper followed Viggo as he left the bed. “Tease.” Wrapping his arms around himself, the boy on the bed watched Viggo intently, whispering softly, “Come back.”
A natural hand lotion buried in the back pocket of his backpack earned itself a place in the heavens when Viggo discovered it with a smile. The soft pleas of the waiting man still kneeling on the bed made his body pulse with urgency and want. He took the tube and carried it back to the bed. Hopping back up, he took Jordan and kissed him reassuringly. “I’m here.”
Wrapping himself around Viggo, he not only returned the kiss, but upped its intensity, exploring Viggo’s mouth before sucking Viggo’s tongue back into his own mouth and dueling with it playfully.
“Now, you are kissing differently,” Viggo teased, resting his forehead against Jordan’s lightly. He slid his hands down and turned his lover back around so they rested chest to back.
Arching backward, Jordan did his best to press every inch of skin he could against Viggo, purring happily at the silken feel of flesh brushing flesh. “I like kissing you...”
“I noticed,” Viggo murmured. The bottle cap flew off when he flipped it open, and the lotion oozed out all over his fingers and on the bedspread. Viggo slid his coated fingers down a prominent spine, between firm ass cheeks and over a small, puckered opening.
Jordan gave a startled gasp. No matter how many times he did this, that first touch always surprised him. He arched away at first, just for a moment, before arching back into the light touches, encouraging Viggo with soft needy moans. “Oh... like that... oh, please?”
“Even better than that,” Viggo promised, his lips pressed to a smooth shoulder. His tongue lapped at the salty skin, eager for more of the unique flavor of Jordan. Smooth, soothing lotion coated the inside of tight, hot muscle, as Viggo breached with his fingertip.
“Ohhhhh...” It was a higher pitched sound of pleasure, and Jordan wriggled back on the finger slightly, encouraging Viggo to keep going. There was little discomfort, he was much more relaxed than normal and that made him eager for more. “Please?”
“Shhh.” Viggo puffed warm air in Jordan’s ear with the soft noise. He answered the request, slipping his finger in deeper into the already eased depths. “Are you really so eager for me, my hitchhiker? Feel how easily you open for me. How hot you are...”
This time, Jordan’s response was almost a coo, and he pressed his hips back, accepting most of Viggo’s finger with another whimper, showing him how relaxed and accepting, how eager he truly was. He could not find any words as liquid pleasure rather than blood started running through his veins.
Viggo glanced up at the mirror, where he could see all of his lover. The expression of pleasure and trust on Jordan’s face tore him from the insides. He wanted to cry. He wanted to fall in love. He wanted to fuck Jordan through the sheets. He wanted to photograph, paint, capture in poetry the perfection he saw there. Instead, he worked to bring Jordan more pleasure.
Lifting his head, the boy Viggo knew as Jordan stared at the mirror and into Viggo’s eyes. Although his expression showed pleasure, the pleasure he was feeling, the pleasure that Viggo was giving him, his eyes searched Viggo’s for something. He did not know what he was searching for until, deep in Viggo’s eyes he found it-
Viggo cared.
“Jordan,” Viggo groaned when their eyes met and sparked in the mirror. He twisted his neck and tilted Jordan’s head so he could kiss him while his second finger found its place inside Jordan.
The loud and happy moan in reply did not make it out of Viggo’s mouth as Jordan deepened the kiss, unwilling to lose their connection. The difference in Viggo’s kiss, in their shared kiss was even more noticeable now.
The moments passed by in waves of warm, shared pleasure in the passion and emotion of their kiss. Viggo nearly forgot to keep his fingers in motion, only prompted by the slow rock of slim hips against him. His lust hung in tatters, overwhelmed by a deeper kind of need.
The feelings that welled up inside Jordan were overwhelming. The physical pleasure matched with the emotions that were starting to crowd his head and heart. It was the emotional ones that made him break the kiss, gasping for air as blue eyes searched Viggo’s face. The answer he found there inspired a low sound of pleasure before he pressed their lips together for another deep kiss.
Smiling into the kiss, Viggo found the presence of mind to remove his fingers and fumble gracelessly for the condom on the bed. He managed to grasp it in two fingers, before forcing himself to break his hold on Jordan to open it and slide it ruthlessly over himself. Their mouths remained fused, however, tongues caressing in a sensually happy dance.
The removal of Viggo’s fingers and then his hands resulted in a sad little whimper, however Jordan realized dimly that it was sure to mean that something even better was coming so he did not break their kiss to protest. In fact, he deepened it, tongue sliding into Viggo’s mouth to search out and learn every part.
In the end, Viggo pulled back with a last flicker of tongue. “Are you ready?” he whispered, his voice so deep he sounded like water over gravel. “Do you want me, little hitchhiker?”
“Oh yes, please? Ready... willing... waiting... please don’t make me wait any more.” The words were whispered breathily. “Please?”
“No more waiting, for either of us,” Viggo murmured. He palmed Jordan’s cheek and watched his eyes as he carefully pushed inside his body. The intrusion met no resistance, just welcoming heat.
Jordan did not look away, he did not even blink, sinking into Viggo’s eyes as Viggo was sinking into his body. He could not say anything, only marvel at the perfect feeling of being complete for the first time in his life. No one and nothing had ever made him feel this way.
Their joined bodies paused together, both perched on their knees on the edge of the bed. Viggo slid his hands up and down a soft belly, a slender neck, soft cheeks and messy hair. “Tell me how you feel,” he breathed, reading the eyes hungrily, greedy for more.
“Full... finished... complete.” He twisted a little, pressing back against Viggo’s body, wanting to feel skin touching skin again, feel Viggo all around him, embracing his body even as he was holding Viggo within him. “I am whole.”
How much Viggo wanted to believe the answer, for both of them. However, he feared his beautiful lover felt whole only for this moment, when the physical pleasure overwhelmed all reason. Still, he savored the answer, kissing Jordan again and thrusting in and out with utmost care.
“So good... oh gods...” He stared into Viggo’s eyes, watching the expressions that they displayed, seeing how Viggo’s emotions changed their color. His own face and expression showed Viggo the same things- the pleasure, the bliss, the tears that welled, tears of pleasure and amazement. He never felt this way with anyone else before and could hardly believe he felt it now.
“Look at the mirror, Jordan. Look at your face. See what I see... see how perfect you are, how lyrical. Look for me.” He tore his eyes away to study them in the mirror. He loathed himself for a moment- the large, imperfect person finding pleasure in such loveliness.
It was hard, looking away from Viggo even when they no longer had the eye contact. He did not want to give up the pleasure of watching Viggo to look at himself. He had seen himself from the outside more times than he cared to count, although not quite like this, and to his eyes Viggo was much more attractive. But there was something in Viggo’s voice that made it impossible to disobey, so he let his eyes travel over his own body and moaned.
As Jordan watched, Viggo wrapped a capable hand around his erection. His fingers moved in slow tandem with his strong hips. Immensely patient, Viggo wanted this to last as long as possible. One night with his lovely hitchhiker, one night to savor and share this body. “You’re perfect. So perfect for me. I want to stay here... deep inside you while your face looks as it does right at this moment.”
“Perfect... yessssss...” He hissed the word on a long exhale. “Perfect, it’s perfect.” Eyes wide, he watched Viggo take him, thrusting back and meeting the other man movement for movement. “Never end? Yes, stay like this.” His words were just the tip of the iceberg compared to what he was feeling, the bliss and completion.
Viggo never expected this kind of reaction from a man he literally picked up off the street. He bowed his head to kiss, suck and mark the creamy shoulders and enticing neck. The building of pleasure worked upward, climbing toward its peak with relentless strokes of hip and squeezes of muscle. Sex -the word seemed wrong and ugly to use- never worked so effortlessly for him before. Their bodies fit with each other, ached for each other, knew each other.
As his physical pleasure started to build more and more, it battled with the emotional, which, until then, had been clearly the more powerful. At some point, he realized that he could not tell what was physical and what was emotional any more. The blissful feeling of being complete melded into the full feeling of Viggo moving within him and heightened them both to an almost unbearable pitch. Every emotion and physical sensation blended together until all he could do was feel.
Finally unable to hold back any longer, Viggo used his power to take Jordan fast and hard. The tendons in his muscles stood out in stark relief at the force of his movements. “I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I need you... need this... fuck... oh yes... Jordan...” He lost his voice and grunted into each thrust, the bed adding its groans of protest at the treatment.
He met Viggo thrust for thrust, their bodies moving with the frantic need that had built between them- a fire that could only end in the sweetest of all explosions. He could feel the fire that was once his blood burning him from the inside out as their bodies moved in a rhythm older than time and yet still brand new. He fought with his conflicting desire to hold off, make it last longer or to come now.
After the feelings running throughout the encounter, Viggo should have been prepared for the power of his orgasm. Still, the explosion left him helpless in its wake, pouring out his insides like a tornado. He threw back his head and yelled incomprehensibly and deafeningly at the sky, as in some sort of prehistoric celebration. The rest of his body ploughed into Jordan, clutching him tightly as wave after wave spasmed his body.
Elijah came with such power, the feelings so intensely pleasurable they were almost painful, that he screamed. His body clamped down on Viggo within him, muscles contracted so tightly Viggo could not have pulled out of his body even if he wanted to. And still his pleasure continued, wave after wave of sensation pulling him down toward unconsciousness, but he clung on, not willing to lose a moment.
When his senses returned, Viggo felt his lover still climaxing and shuddering in his arms. He rested back on his thighs, holding Jordan close through his release. His mouth uttered soothing, loving words, kissing and gentling the young man with soft touches.
As the convulsion eased, Elijah leaned closer, plastering his back to Viggo’s chest, panting as if he had just sprinted ten miles. Lacking the air to say anything, he brought one of Viggo’s hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the palm.
The slide to the mattress seemed only natural, and Viggo pulled Jordan down with him as they went, ending up sprawled on top of the spread. He cuddled his new lover to him, slipping out regretfully. “How do you feel now?”
Shuddering a little, he pressed tightly against Viggo. “Empty without you.” He sighed, the wonderful feeling of completeness fading away, though it was not gone completely. He suspected that as long as Viggo was there, it would never vanish.
“You hardly know me,” Viggo murmured, kissing the back of his neck, “yet I feel less without you there as well.” He trailed delicate fingertips over ribs and a flat abdomen that suddenly rumbled. “Hmmm, I can see all of you is not focused on me.”
Elijah blushed a little before saying very defensively, “Its been awhile since I’ve eaten!” He tucked his head in just a little. “And we’ve been kinda active for the last little while.”
Viggo found the blush endearing and cradled Jordan closer for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. He began to throw one leg over Jordan’s, when another rumble startled him. “I think you need sustenance, if even my kisses are not enough for you.”
“If my stomach was feeling what the rest of me was, it would realise they are more than enough.”
“A romantic hitchhiker,” Viggo teased, his voice deep and pleased. He leaned down to suck on Jordan’s bottom lip, before discovering his tongue again.
The kiss swept him away again. Moaning deeply, he turned into Viggo’s embrace, pressing their bodies together, and sucked at Viggo’s tongue happily.
They rolled over, Viggo using his superior weight to pin Jordan to the mattress. His arms tightened on small shoulders, and his body signaled a desire for a repeat... Jordan’s stomach rumbled almost angrily under his, the ripples vibrating the skin of both. Sighing with regret, Viggo rolled up and searched for a phone book.
Watching Viggo, Elijah bit back a groan of protest at the loss of contact. “What you doing?”
“What do you want to eat?” Viggo asked, flipping to the restaurant section. “You said Chinese before, right? Are you old enough to drink?”
“Shouldn’t you have asked me that before you made...” he hesitated before finishing “...made love to me?” His tone was slightly scolding, but amused. “Yes, Viggo, I’m legal. And Chinese, please??”
“Legal for me to love is younger than drinking.” He smiled a wicked little grin at his lover and then nodded. “Chinese it is. What dishes do you like?”
“Um... just about everything honestly. I never met a Chinese meal I didn’t like.” The grin he gave Viggo in return was just as wicked as he stretched out on the bed with a groan. “Ohhhh, I can feel that.”
The stretch drew Viggo’s attention. He tossed the book aside, still open to the right page, and re-straddled Jordan to rub against him tantalizingly and kiss the tormenting mouth. “I don’t want to leave right now.”
It was a long time later that Elijah broke the kiss, smiling up at Viggo before asking, “Um, lover mine, what time is it?” His stomach growled loudly yet again, and he giggled a little.
“Foul creature,” he muttered, glancing at the clock. “Its a little after eight, why?” His attention diverted to an arched neck, which he proceeded to suck on while waiting for an answer.
“Just wondering how much time we had before the restaurants close.” Nail-less fingers raked down Viggo’s back and pinched very lightly at his ass cheek.
“Not too much longer.” Viggo pushed back against the hand instinctively. “I should really go.” Instead, he captured a warm mouth and spent a good five minutes more kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking and generally enjoying himself.
Elijah giggled into the kiss at first, but soon he was as distracted as Viggo as he returned the kisses, nibbles, licks and playful bites. “Ohhh... What- what were you saying?”
“I want to photograph you,” Viggo said, although that had nothing to do with what he had been saying.
“Ok.” Elijah grinned at Viggo. “I think I can handle that... but with one condition, feed me first?” He gave Viggo his very, very best pathetic look.
Viggo growled and sighed at the same time, resulting in an impatient huffing noise. He rolled off the pliant body unwillingly and climbed into his jeans. His shirt followed, after which he grabbed his wallet, the phone book and disappeared out the door without another word.
Elijah giggled for a few moments after Viggo had left, but soon they faded away as he sat up. Walking across the room he stood in front of the mirror, asking, “What the fuck are you doing, Elijah?”
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