No Turning Back

I walk past Orlando and him and head for the door. “Sean!” Viggo says getting up and following me. Shit.

I stop just outside the door. “Yeah?” I ask.

“You wanna work on the Rivendell meeting?” He asks.

“You want to rehearse?” I ask perplexed. I don’t need this right now…I really don’t.

“Yes…I think we need to work out Boromir and Aragorn’s rionsionship, or lack there of.” He says smiling. Damn him, damn his smile, and blast those damn blue gray eyes straight to hell and back.

“Sure.” I hear myself saying and I am not quite sure when the connection from my brain and my mouth short-circuited.

“Well come by my place around 7:30.” He replies slapping me on the shoulder. I almost jumped when he did that…God what am I sixteen? I go home, take a shower a fucking cold shower, and try and figure out just what the hell has gotten into me.

Here I am on his doorstep, script in hand…maybe I should just tell him I have a headache and would rather go home and sleep?

He answers the door in paint-splattered jeans and a t-shirt that seems a bit too tight over his muscles. His hair is damp from his own shower. A muscle in my jaw jumps a bit at the image of Viggo in the shower that flickers through my mind.

He invites me inside and I have a seat on the couch. He offers me wine…I accept. I definitely don’t need to get drunk though, Lord only knows what stupid thing I will say or do if that happens.

We go ovee sce scene a few times then he moves very close to me. Shit, what is he doing so close? Why am I breathing harder? Did it suddenly get ten degrees hotter in here?

“Sean I think you should relax.” He says softly. Though most everything Viggo says is soft. Mr. Mumbles Mortensen.

“What do you mean?” I ask in a near whisper, not realizing I am gripping my script so tight my knuckles are white.

He slips the script out of my hands and I am not sure what to do. I realize that my breathing has changed…God he is too close.

“I think you need to relax.” He says again leaning toward me, closing that short distance.

Before I realize what is happening his lips have descended on mine and all thought flees my head. All I know now is the feel of his lips against mine…the heat, the softness, and the scraping of our facial hair. When did I close my eyes?

I kiss him back not even realizing I actually am…God he tastes good, like the wine but also something sweeter. His hands hold my head in place but not demanding just holding…sliding his tongue into my mouth as he does. I react again, groaning slightly and he shifts positions a bit more and kisses me even more deeply. His tongue sliding against mine slowly, lighting fire to my body. I feel it happening the blood rushing to my groin in reaction to him. What am I doing? I am kissing my co-star…my male co-star at that!

Finally he breaks off the kiss and he says, “Is that better…rel now now?”

I just stare at him…I hav ide idea what to say or do. I blink several times.

“N…No.” I stammer. What just happened?

“What can I do to relax you, Sean?” He asks rubbing his hand down the side of my face just light enough that I close my eyes and press my face closer into his hand. His callused thumb brushes my lip and I cannot stifle the sigh that escapes. I open my eyes and just stare at him…I can’t speak…I can’t say what I want…I have never felt this way withtherther man before.

“You have never done this before have you?” He asks leaning back to look me in the eyes.

“No.” I answer.

“Do you want this?” He asks, his eyes dark and serious.

I don’t know what to say now.

His hand slides down to my crotch, which obviously does want something. I gasp when he caresses me through my jeans. Then the word escapes my mouth I didn’t intend on saying. “Yes.”

He smiles and his hands slide to my waistband. He unbuttons my jeans and my erection pops out…damn knew I should have worn underwear. I really should get up and leave…but I can’t. He licks his lips and it causes my cock to twitch. Fuck…what am I doing?

He slides into the floor in front of me, on his knees taking me into his warm hand. Oh God.

Then he licks me slowly and I moan and my body betrays me more by pushing up into his touch. He smiles at me.

“Tell me you want this, Sean…or I won’t do it.” Viggo says softly.

“I…I want …I w…I want you.” I say softly not sure where those words came from.

He smiles again and then takes my aching cock into his mouth. Christ he has a wicked tongue.

I close my eyes and let my head tip back as his mouth does wonderful and wicked things in my lap. It feels so damn good I no longer care if he is a man or woman…it no longer matters…all that matters is us…him and me and this heat we are generating.

I moan when he sucks me in deeper practically swallowing me whole. His warm wet mouth enveloping my entire length. His tongue is pressing against the swollen head causing me to moan. He begins moving faster, and faster, setting a pace that is causing me to moan with each down stroke. Then I feel it happening that tightness that grows and grows until I can no longer stand it. I try to tug his head up and said, “Wait…I am too close.” He ignores me and within seconds I explode in his mouth moaning, moaning his name. What have I done?at hat has he done to me?

He sits back on his heels and watches me as my eyes flutter open.

“Relaxed now?” He asks smiling.

I smile back then he leans up and kisses me deeply…I can taste myself on him and want more…so much more.

“Viggo.” I say breathlessly after he breaks the kiss. “I uh…I am not…I don’t.” I am not sure what I am trying to say.

“Me neither.” He says as if understanding what I am trying to say. “I haven’t done that to another man in a very, very long time.”

I look at him unsure what to do or say…unsure of what it all means.

“I think lust, love, attraction, whatever may not be exclusive to one sex or another.” He answers as if that solves everything…and perhaps it does.

I can’t take my eyes from his…then I lean forward and capture his lips myself. I kiss him this time, deeply, passionately, and he accepts it…lets me control him and I realize I want to taste him too. I have never done that befobut but I know what I like so maybe I can do this…I want to…I really, really want to.

He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Oh God I am in too far to turn back now, not that I want to anymore. This time I am not drunk, this time I won’t chicken out at the last minute.
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Well should I continue it? What do you guys think? It's only my second slash fan fic so bear with me...give me some feedback but be gentle.