Slash Me Twice

Fantasy and Reality


Sean's eyes are incredibly wide and confused. I wince. My laboured breathing and the soft hum of the vibrator are the only sounds in the room. Sean blinks a few times, dark lashes obscuring his startled green gaze in slow motion. He shakes his head, swallowing an audible gulp and running his hands through his already messed up hair.

"Viggo?" He croaks finally, taking a tentative step into the room. "What are you doing?"

Well. Duh! I shake my head, shifting awkwardly on the mattress. I thought that much was obvious.
"Self-bondage." I manage to bring over my dry lips, my eyes pleading with him not to freak out. He blinks again.

"I see." He says slowly, a frown marring his brow. "Why?"

I cannot help gaping at him. Only Sean. No one else could ask something like that in a situation like this. At least he isn't screaming at me. And luckily there still isn't any disgust in his gaze.
"Sean?" I shift again, cursing the vibrator for vibrating and my cock for twitching. "Could you take the vibrator out before we talk? Please?"

"Oh.. um...." Doesn't he ever stop blinking? "Er. Sure."

He quickly walks over to me and I am left to stare at his jeans-clad knees and thighs as he leans over me. Fuck. I gulp. More twitching from the direction of my treacherous reproductive organs. Damn. An erection is definitely not going to be helpful during a somewhat serious talk with Sean. Especially if said talk centers on one of my kinks. I can't help but moan first appreciatively at the sensation of Sean's fingers on my ass and them protestingly at the loss of pleasure as Sean pulls the vibrator out.

"Thanks." I gasp, already missing the feeling of being stretched, of something moving within me.

"Do you... ah...," Sean blushes, coughing helplessly. "Want me to...." he trails off, his hand waving back and forth between my face and the iron frame of the bed.

"Yeah." I grin broadly, twisting till I get a better look at his flushed face. "Unless you want to make the most of the situation." Shit" Where did that come from? Sean's eyes widen really comically this time as he stares down at me, his mouth intent on impersonating a suffocating goldfish. I groan silently. Really smart move, Mortensen. Open mouth, insert foot. Damn.

"You mean..." Sean squeaks, sluggishly pulling at the first knot. "No." He shakes his head, his hair whipping up a shaggy halo around his face. "Viggo... I'm...that..." he gestures at the remaining restraints. "It's just not my... thing."

"Okay." I nod slowly, disappointment flushing even the last bits of arousal from my body. I keep my eyes trained on Sean as I get up, rubbing the sensitized skin on my wrists. "I'm sorry." I manage dumbly; my voice dying as Sean merely raised an eyebrow at me.

"What for Viggo?" He asks softly, gently sitting down beside me. "For living out some bizarre fantasies while I was away?"

"You weren't meant to come back today. “ I point out, knowing that I'm probably pouting.

This time Sean's eyes almost hit his hairline as he gives me a pointed look. Somehow I cannot help but wince. At least he is still calm and doesn't seem to think about running away screaming. He is still blinking a lot, though.
A smile blossoms on my lips as his hand cups mine, his gaze sting clear of the regions beneath my chin.

"Viggo." His voice is tired but patient.

"Sean." I mimic.

"Why?"

I frown, narrowing my eyes in concentration. "Why what?"

"Why do you...." his hand leaves mine and waves at the discarded restraints and the still lubed-up vibrator before returning to my skin. Why do you like that..." he pauses again. "Stuff?" He finishes finally with another blush. I wonder how deep down it goes this time?
"Viggo." He is squirming now. "Stop licking your lips like that. It's distracting."

"Distracting?"

"Yes." He frowns at me, clearly unhappy with me. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you."

"I know." I smile, sighing and squeezing his hand in a silent apology. "I'm sorry."

This time Sean is the one licking his lips as he squirms again. "You haven't answered my question." He reminds me. Damn. I had hoped he might have forgotten.

"What question?" I try to blink innocently at him but his look makes it more than clear that he doesn't buy it.
Oh, wel..." My fingers move by their own volition, carding themselves through my hair in a gesture I know Sean will recognize as nervousness or probably anxiousness. And boy would he be right.

"It's just a fantasy of mine." I explain. "I like the sense of being helpless, of giving myself over to pleasure, or to someone who controls what kind of pleasure I get and how much."
Him. Not good. Sean's blinking rate has increased again. And the wrinkle between his brows his deepening.

"It's about trust," I try again, "About trusting someone enough to willingly give them control of yourself."

Sean seems to ponder that, seems to mull it over for a second. The silence stretches between us like a strained bungee rope with a very heavy person at its end.
"I still don't get it." Sean finally says, snapping the rope. "Why would you want someone to tie you up?"

I lace my fingers into his instead of an answer, waiting for him to say something else. "Why now?" He asks after another heavy silence. "Why today?"

"I don't know." I shrug, trying to capture Sean's gaze. "I just... felt like it."

"Viggo..." he trails off, pulling his hand from my grasp and sticking his hands into his arm pits in some sort of self-hug. "I don't think I could do something like that."

He bites his lip, looking confused, a bit scared and just plain adorable. How am I expected to resist?

"Sean..." I inch closer to him, every pore of my body soaking up the heat and the smell of him. "I would never expect you to." I smile at him, leaning in for a kiss.

My gaze flickers to his lips, so full and red and inviting, and the back to his eyes. Slightly chafed lips brush against mine, smooth wetness frantically nibbles at my lowed lip as the kiss grows more intense, as we try to crawl into each other's skin, our bodies taut and aching with need.
I allow myself to fall into the sensation, giving in to his insistent tongue with a slow moan, any fantasies forgotten. They don't matter. None of them are of any consequence as long as Sean is my reality.


Finis