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FICLET, Trick, NC17, Sequel to Lick...Viggo/Elijah
Title: Trick
Author: Azrhiaz
Series: sequel to “Lick”
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Summary: the rest of what they got up to that afternoon. PWP. Yes, that about covers it. Not truly an effective stand alone- best to read “Lick” first.
Archive: BTF, Night’s Garden, others please ask
Disclaimer: you know the drill. It never happened. Or if it did, I missed the memo. Fiction, completely.
Feedback: a girl’s best friend.
Author’s notes: Thanks to Gloria Mundi for the brainstorming to get me over the block on this one and the beta as well. Il miglior fabbro.
When you do your trick
I love it when you lick
-- Lick, Joi
The trip down the long paneled hallway from the kitchen to Viggo’s bedroom had been accomplished in record time, Elijah stumbling backwards, laughing into Viggo’s kisses.
They had fumbled with the clothing, thumbs and catches of stubborn denim punctuated with hurried caresses, until they were naked on top of faded red sheets. Viggo pushed himself up on his arms, regarding Elijah, laid out beneath him with his arm thrown back above his head like an Ingres odalisque, and he wished fervently that he had his camera at hand.
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the cheap bamboo blinds to drop striped shadows across Elijah’s face. Viggo looked down at the chiaroscuro lines, at the burst of scalding blue where light hit Elijah’s right iris. Bent down to capture Elijah’s mouth in another liquid kiss.
Elijah slid his hands up around Viggo’s neck, and Viggo felt the knot of desire coil tighter inside of him, spring-tight, ready. He hadn’t thought of Elijah this way before, but now the settings had changed. Looked different. Felt different. Felt like ridiculously soft skin beneath his fingertips. Felt like squirming hardness pressing into his stomach. Different…but good.
Abruptly Elijah shoved Viggo up, breaking the kiss- strong, Viggo thought- and bit his lip in apparent hesitation.
“Do you want to stop?” Viggo asked, suddenly concerned.
“No,” Elijah replied with a small shake of his head, “definitely not. Just —“
“Just what?” Viggo pushed himself up and back, away from Elijah. Elijah sat halfway up, propping himself on his elbow.
A subtly wicked grin spread slowly over Elijah’s face. “Just…you like to take pictures…and I thought —“
“Oh, no, Elijah,” Viggo said, sitting back on his haunches, “not a good idea at all.”
“Will you stop interrupting me?” Elijah laughed, kicking his foot out to knock Viggo off balance. “I just meant…I wanted to give you a mental picture. To keep.” He tilted his head to the side and looked at Viggo as if that made perfect sense.
“Oh.” Viggo processed that – does he mean what I think he means? – and the thought sent hot shivers down his spine. The look in Elijah’s eyes now was serious. Offertory. “Well. Whatever you like, then.”
“Okay,” Elijah said with a smile, lying back flat again, his head on the pillow. He looked right at Viggo, pinning him in place, as he spread his legs wide and reached for his cock.
Viggo swallowed hard as Elijah’s hand started to move in slow strokes. The last traces of the boy from the kitchen faded away, replaced by this beautiful man. He couldn’t hold Elijah’s gaze, his eyes dropping involuntarily to focus on the push-pull of skin on skin.
Click. The color variations, pale stubby fingers against dusky length.
Wind. Increasing tempo. The buried blue tracery of veins.
Click. Quick darting motion, fingers wet with saliva, skin slick. Glossy.
One by one the images burned themselves into Viggo’s brain. Elijah arching up, breath coming in short hitches, concentrating, tongue against teeth. Visible. Viggo didn’t move, didn’t dare breathe. Ached.
Elijah licked the palm of his left hand, which had been digging at the sheets, and Viggo watched with sweet-sharp lust as Elijah threw in an odd little twisting motion of his wrist, rather like taking the cap off a bottle. His eyes remained fixed on Viggo, navigating. Seeking home.
A soft moaning sound that could have been Elijah swirled warm and loose through Viggo’s insides and then Elijah cried out.
Click. Pearly fluid spilling out between and over trembling fingers. Elijah’s face flushed and damp.
Viggo couldn’t stay still for another moment. He crawled up over Elijah and kissed him, his hand dropping to cover Elijah’s, brushing their erections together, spreading Elijah’s come slick-hot over his own cock.
“Did you like that?” Elijah whispered, twitching at Viggo’s touch on too-sensitive skin.
“Yes,” Viggo said, pushing Elijah’s knees up, “pretty pictures. But.”
“But what?” Breathless, flinching back involuntarily as Viggo positioned himself.
“Sometimes touch is better than sight,” Viggo said, sliding in.
And Elijah found he couldn’t argue with that.
End
Author: Azrhiaz
Series: sequel to “Lick”
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Summary: the rest of what they got up to that afternoon. PWP. Yes, that about covers it. Not truly an effective stand alone- best to read “Lick” first.
Archive: BTF, Night’s Garden, others please ask
Disclaimer: you know the drill. It never happened. Or if it did, I missed the memo. Fiction, completely.
Feedback: a girl’s best friend.
Author’s notes: Thanks to Gloria Mundi for the brainstorming to get me over the block on this one and the beta as well. Il miglior fabbro.
When you do your trick
I love it when you lick
-- Lick, Joi
The trip down the long paneled hallway from the kitchen to Viggo’s bedroom had been accomplished in record time, Elijah stumbling backwards, laughing into Viggo’s kisses.
They had fumbled with the clothing, thumbs and catches of stubborn denim punctuated with hurried caresses, until they were naked on top of faded red sheets. Viggo pushed himself up on his arms, regarding Elijah, laid out beneath him with his arm thrown back above his head like an Ingres odalisque, and he wished fervently that he had his camera at hand.
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the cheap bamboo blinds to drop striped shadows across Elijah’s face. Viggo looked down at the chiaroscuro lines, at the burst of scalding blue where light hit Elijah’s right iris. Bent down to capture Elijah’s mouth in another liquid kiss.
Elijah slid his hands up around Viggo’s neck, and Viggo felt the knot of desire coil tighter inside of him, spring-tight, ready. He hadn’t thought of Elijah this way before, but now the settings had changed. Looked different. Felt different. Felt like ridiculously soft skin beneath his fingertips. Felt like squirming hardness pressing into his stomach. Different…but good.
Abruptly Elijah shoved Viggo up, breaking the kiss- strong, Viggo thought- and bit his lip in apparent hesitation.
“Do you want to stop?” Viggo asked, suddenly concerned.
“No,” Elijah replied with a small shake of his head, “definitely not. Just —“
“Just what?” Viggo pushed himself up and back, away from Elijah. Elijah sat halfway up, propping himself on his elbow.
A subtly wicked grin spread slowly over Elijah’s face. “Just…you like to take pictures…and I thought —“
“Oh, no, Elijah,” Viggo said, sitting back on his haunches, “not a good idea at all.”
“Will you stop interrupting me?” Elijah laughed, kicking his foot out to knock Viggo off balance. “I just meant…I wanted to give you a mental picture. To keep.” He tilted his head to the side and looked at Viggo as if that made perfect sense.
“Oh.” Viggo processed that – does he mean what I think he means? – and the thought sent hot shivers down his spine. The look in Elijah’s eyes now was serious. Offertory. “Well. Whatever you like, then.”
“Okay,” Elijah said with a smile, lying back flat again, his head on the pillow. He looked right at Viggo, pinning him in place, as he spread his legs wide and reached for his cock.
Viggo swallowed hard as Elijah’s hand started to move in slow strokes. The last traces of the boy from the kitchen faded away, replaced by this beautiful man. He couldn’t hold Elijah’s gaze, his eyes dropping involuntarily to focus on the push-pull of skin on skin.
Click. The color variations, pale stubby fingers against dusky length.
Wind. Increasing tempo. The buried blue tracery of veins.
Click. Quick darting motion, fingers wet with saliva, skin slick. Glossy.
One by one the images burned themselves into Viggo’s brain. Elijah arching up, breath coming in short hitches, concentrating, tongue against teeth. Visible. Viggo didn’t move, didn’t dare breathe. Ached.
Elijah licked the palm of his left hand, which had been digging at the sheets, and Viggo watched with sweet-sharp lust as Elijah threw in an odd little twisting motion of his wrist, rather like taking the cap off a bottle. His eyes remained fixed on Viggo, navigating. Seeking home.
A soft moaning sound that could have been Elijah swirled warm and loose through Viggo’s insides and then Elijah cried out.
Click. Pearly fluid spilling out between and over trembling fingers. Elijah’s face flushed and damp.
Viggo couldn’t stay still for another moment. He crawled up over Elijah and kissed him, his hand dropping to cover Elijah’s, brushing their erections together, spreading Elijah’s come slick-hot over his own cock.
“Did you like that?” Elijah whispered, twitching at Viggo’s touch on too-sensitive skin.
“Yes,” Viggo said, pushing Elijah’s knees up, “pretty pictures. But.”
“But what?” Breathless, flinching back involuntarily as Viggo positioned himself.
“Sometimes touch is better than sight,” Viggo said, sliding in.
And Elijah found he couldn’t argue with that.
End