Cherish

David unlocked his apartment door and shuffled in sideways while carrying an armful of bags. He kicked the door shut with his heel, and froze when the light when on without him going near it. “Viggo!” Hurriedly he dumped the bags on the recliner.

Viggo caught David before he could move away, and pulled him down onto the sofa. Nuzzling the redhead’s jaw he slid a hand to his groin and curled his hand over the zipper area. “Where’ve you been?”

David tried to disentangle himself from Viggo’s arms. “I was shopping.” He tried to move off the sofa.

Viggo yanked him back, rolled so he had the younger man pinned beneath him. “Don’t leave me, David.”

David froze. The impassioned plea was a shock to him. Then came the scent of alcohol. “Jesus bloody Christ, you’re fucking drunk.” He shoved Viggo off, and slithered out from beneath him to land on his rump on the floor.

Viggo caught at his shirt, holding him near. “Let’s go to bed early. Let’s lock ther anr and disconnect the phone and spend the night in bed.”

“I’m not in the mood,” the Aussie scowled. He managed to get free and skitter backwards out of reach so he could get to his feet. “And I don’t much appreciate being manhandled by someone who’s drunk.”

Viggo laid there, his eyes shut. “Don’t go back to Karl.”

The words halted him, and David stared down at the older man. “What did you say?”

Pushing to his feet the drunken man inhaled deeply. “He’s trying to fucking break us up, David. Don’t let him do it. What we have is good. You and me, we’re good. I can give you anything he can.”

“He’s not trying to break us up,” he argued.

“Why? Because he says he’s not?” Viggo demanded. “Get a fucking clue, David.”

Angry now the younger man moved by his lover and headed for the kitchen to brew some rather strong coffee. “Quit talking to me like I’m bloody stupid,” he snapped. “Karl’s been my friend. He hasn’t done anything to break us up. He let me stay with him for a few days so I could get my head straight, and he never once laid a hand on me.”

Swaying slightly Viggo scowled as he went to the kitchen. “You stayed with him? You fucking stayed with him? At his hotel? What the hell were you thinking?”

Flushing David’s chin rose defiantly and his blue eyes narrowed. “I was thinking about you and me. I was thinking whether staying with you was worth the bloody pain and effort. I was thinking that maybe you and I had something worth saving.” He knocked away the hand Viggo tried to touch him with. “But now I’m wondering was was wrong.”

Angry himself now Viggo threw his chin up and his lips thinned. “Did you sleep with him? Did you let him touch you?”

“You mean did I fuck him? No. He’s been a gentleman. He told me he wouldn’t touch me because I’m not his.” When the other man snorted he banged a fist on the counter. “Stop it. Just stop it, Viggo.” Shaking his head he swallowed hard, his chest aching. It was tear-blurred blue eyes he turned to his lover. “I can’t do it anymore. I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt me when I try so hard and it has no effect on you. Did you even look at the book I gave you? I saw it, and thought of you, and you tossed it aside like it was trash and never thought about it again. No, all you wanted was to prove to us both that when you touch me I turn into your obedient little whore. Well, you’re right. You touch me, and I practically assume the position.”

David blinked, and angrily wiped at the tears that fell. “Maybe I’m just a stupid bloke who should have listened when you told me not to love you, but I do. Which is why I can’t go on like this anymore.”

Viggo caught his arm when he tried to storm past. “Shhh,” he soothed as David tried to pull free. Maneuvering them he pressed his lover up against the refrigerator, and cupped his face up for his kisses. “Shhh.” His mouth teased and cajoled and urged David’s to soften and part. When they did his tongue slid inside the warm cavity of his mouth and stroked its mate in an insinuating and promising manner.

David breathed heavy and moaned when the long and slow kisses made him dizzy. Then large hands stroked his hips and ass, urging him to sway in a suggestive pumping manner against another pair of hard hips. Viggo’s mouth slashed its way down over his chin to his throat. Up to one ear where he whispered his name over and over again in a hoarse groan, and then back towards his mouth for more deep and wet kisses.

He should stop this, and tell Viggo to leave. Moistening his lips to do so as the older man released them from the kiss he instead groaned. Somehow his pants had become undone, and now all thought fled as the wet, hot cavity of his lover’s mouth closed about the head of his cock and that talented tongue titillated. Eyes falling shut David’s head fell back against the fridge, and his knees threatened to grow weak. It felt so damn good. Viggo had talent when it came to blowjobs. He knew when to sweetly torture, and when to give that blessed release.

Viggo slid his tongue over the turgid length, down to swirl over the pouch, and up to the head again, sucking it in hard and making a small cry of delight rip from his lover. David’s hands clutched at his hair as he bobbed his head up and down to slide the thick cock in and out of his mouth. The familiar taste of him was a balm to his emotions. His fingers dug into the man’s ass, drawing him closer, and he sucked him harder, slid him in and out faster until his reward was the shouting of his name in pleasure.

David slumped against the fridge, unable to take his eyes off his lover who swallowed and licked his lips as he knelt back. Falling to his knees he glowered at the older man for taking advantage of his weakness for him. “Bastard,” he hissed just before he yanked Viggo to him for a hard kiss. Pushing the man down to the floor he continued to devour his mouth as he let his hands roam that hard body.

“Your bastard,” Viggo whispered, helping to hurriedly remove clothes. He let the redhead have his way and explore with hands and lips, let him be the aggressor this time and mount him. There was an initial burning pain when David entered him, but it was soon replaced by pleasure, and their moans and panting filled the otherwise silent apartment. There was an edge of anger in David’s thrusts, his face tight and his eyes blazing. It only added spice to the sensations, and brought an otherwise very pleasurable encounter to a glorious conclusion.

They lay on the floor, hearts still pounding and breaths still coming in small and erratic puffs. David opened his eyes, and saw the stack of bags on the recliner. Guilt shot through him at the thought of Karl possibly waiting for him, wondering why he wasn’t answering the phone if he did call to say he’d be late. Turning his head he shut his eyes, swallowed hard, and remained resting on Viggo’s sweat slick chest. What had he done? Or better yet, what was he going to do now?