Ficlet: Sweaty (1/1)
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salixbabylonTitle/Prompt: "Sweaty" from the 28-fics-meme (30 actually)
Pairing: Viggo/Sean for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rotpunkt
Author:salixbabylon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 378
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
The beer bottle sat in the shade, sweating and dripping with condensation. Viggo swayed in the hammock, occasionally scribbling in his notebook but more simply daydreaming.
In contrast to such indolence, Sean was working. Since breakfast, he'd weeded two beds, dead-headed the rose bushes, and mulched, fertilized, or composted every growing thing in his garden. He'd ignored Viggo's calls for lunch and worked straight through, proud of his industriousness, his accomplishments, his garden.
And Viggo, that lazy sod, had strolled out in the early afternoon to relax and enjoy the benefits of Sean's labor.
So Sean turned the garden hose at him. A light mist of cold water rained down on Viggo and the notebook and beer.
With a roar, Viggo lunged up from the hammock, startling Sean into dropping the hose. He was tackled to the ground even as he turned to escape. The two men went down in a heavy tangle of arms and legs, slick with sweat and water. They rolled. Twisted. Writhed. At some point Sean gave up the fight and just enjoyed the feel of their bodies pressing together, hot and heavy and hard.
Very hard. Both of them.
Which was a bit predictable, but still quite nice. Their lips met, becoming more forceful as lust quickened their blood.
In a short time Sean found himself stripped, his sweat-drenched clothes dropped next to the hammock. His fingers tangled in the rope webbing as Viggo pushed into him, rough but not painful. Sean groaned, loud and raw, as Viggo's hand closed around his cock, pulling steadily in the same rhythm that he was fucked.
Picking up speed, Viggo licked a broad trail up Sean's shoulder, biting into his neck. "Love the taste of your sweat," he groaned, thrusting his hips harder.
Sean clung to the hammock, trying futilely to stop its sway as they reached their crescendo. The heat of sun and the smell of earth and sweat, the press and the pull inside his body and out was overwhelming. Sean came with an unchecked shout, followed soon after by Viggo.
They untangled enough to crawl up into the hammock, heedless of sticky bare skin, to relax and catch their breaths.
"Nothing like a day spent in the garden," Sean mused.
Viggo simply snored.
~end~
Pairing: Viggo/Sean for
rotpunktAuthor:
salixbabylonRating: NC-17
Word Count: 378
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
The beer bottle sat in the shade, sweating and dripping with condensation. Viggo swayed in the hammock, occasionally scribbling in his notebook but more simply daydreaming.
In contrast to such indolence, Sean was working. Since breakfast, he'd weeded two beds, dead-headed the rose bushes, and mulched, fertilized, or composted every growing thing in his garden. He'd ignored Viggo's calls for lunch and worked straight through, proud of his industriousness, his accomplishments, his garden.
And Viggo, that lazy sod, had strolled out in the early afternoon to relax and enjoy the benefits of Sean's labor.
So Sean turned the garden hose at him. A light mist of cold water rained down on Viggo and the notebook and beer.
With a roar, Viggo lunged up from the hammock, startling Sean into dropping the hose. He was tackled to the ground even as he turned to escape. The two men went down in a heavy tangle of arms and legs, slick with sweat and water. They rolled. Twisted. Writhed. At some point Sean gave up the fight and just enjoyed the feel of their bodies pressing together, hot and heavy and hard.
Very hard. Both of them.
Which was a bit predictable, but still quite nice. Their lips met, becoming more forceful as lust quickened their blood.
In a short time Sean found himself stripped, his sweat-drenched clothes dropped next to the hammock. His fingers tangled in the rope webbing as Viggo pushed into him, rough but not painful. Sean groaned, loud and raw, as Viggo's hand closed around his cock, pulling steadily in the same rhythm that he was fucked.
Picking up speed, Viggo licked a broad trail up Sean's shoulder, biting into his neck. "Love the taste of your sweat," he groaned, thrusting his hips harder.
Sean clung to the hammock, trying futilely to stop its sway as they reached their crescendo. The heat of sun and the smell of earth and sweat, the press and the pull inside his body and out was overwhelming. Sean came with an unchecked shout, followed soon after by Viggo.
They untangled enough to crawl up into the hammock, heedless of sticky bare skin, to relax and catch their breaths.
"Nothing like a day spent in the garden," Sean mused.
Viggo simply snored.
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Date: 2006-06-21 09:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-21 07:14 pm (UTC)I was in a rope mood yesterday, wasn't it? Wonder where that came from... *g*
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Date: 2006-06-21 10:30 pm (UTC)And thank you! I have several pictures along that line, and it does my witchy heart good to see a cute boy digging in the dirt.