Hands On

Title: Hands On
Author: jenolas
Pairing:SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sean makes a good impression on Viggo.

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. I make no claim as to the lifestyle choices of these lovely men.

A/N: A stand alone story that can be read as a sequel to “Hands Off” but it is not necessary to read it first ( or at all).

Hands On.


“Has Adrian ever tried to seduce you?” Sean asked casually as he helped Viggo out of the car on their return from the doctor’s surgery. Although the Dane’s foot was not broken, the bruising was quite painful and he needed assistance to walk. Ignoring the offered crutches, Viggo wrapped his arm around Sean’s shoulder, using his lover’s strength for support.

“Never, I am apparently not his type,” Viggo replied tersely. The unspoken ‘not like you’ Sean was surprised to recognise as jealousy, something he never imagined Viggo would feel, especially over such a small thing as a very poor, if not persistent, attempt at a pick up as he thought Adrian had tried.

“He really upset you, didn’t he? You know you can trust me.” Sean assured him as he pulled back enough to be able to look into Viggo’s eyes only to find the rare flicker of anger and jealously return at the mention of the art supplier’s name. Viggo nodded and held Sean’s eyes with his own as he reached up to caress his lover’s cheek to take away the hint of hurt he saw in those expressive green depths.

“Oh Sean, it’s not a matter of trust. I know you would never betray me, it’s just that I know there must be plenty of men and women who find you as attractive as I do, but to see it so openly on display was a little unnerving. And even a little threatening,” Viggo added, moving his arm from Sean’s shoulder so he could wrap both around his lover’s waist, pulling him into a close embrace.

“I suppose that is true, for you as well my incredibly hot lover, but threatening? I hardly think so, Vig. We belong to each other, now and forever, and I promise you that nothing and no one will ever come between us as long as I draw breath.” The words were spoken against the soft skin of Viggo’s neck, the tickle of warm breath and the brush of lips causing him to moan needily.

“No they won’t, you are MINE after all,” he managed to whisper before his lips were claimed in a kiss that was as passionate as it was possessive. “Mine.” He repeated in atone of voice that spoke of a need for reassurance, a fact that was not lost on Sean.

“Aye, and you are certainly mine,” Sean replied with a reassuring smile and was rewarded with one in return. ”I love you, Vig.”

”I am forever yours, Sean. I love you so much,” Viggo said. This time their kiss was as tender and as loving as the very first they had shared all those years ago, a reaffirmation of a lifetime commitment.

They stood for a long time simply enveloped in the warmth of the moment and each other’s arms, Viggo leaning his head on Sean’s chest the better to hear the beating of his lover’s heart, the heart that beat in time with his own and that had been entrusted to his keeping. It was Sean who finally broke the mood.

“Time to get to work, love,” he said, stealing another quick kiss before reluctantly shifting out of Viggo’s embrace. Viggo had agreed to spend the afternoon resting, his only stipulation being that he keep Sean company while he worked. His motivation was not entirely based on his medical condition, but on his desire to enjoy the more than pleasant view offered by Sean’s naked, sweat soaked chest, and the very inviting arse that was on display when he bent over to weed the garden beds

“I know you only want to watch me garden so that you can drool over me, don’t you love,” he teased as he pulled Viggo close and planted a trail of soft kisses down his lover’s neck. The touch was delicate but so arousing that Viggo shivered beneath the erotic onslaught.

“Of course, is there a better reason?” Viggo asked with an expression that was anything but innocent and caused Sean to laugh out loud.

“Well just don’t drool into the cold beer you’ll be getting me when you feel the need to take a bathroom break. Stop at the refrigerator on your way back, yeah?” Sean teased, pointing to the crutches he placed within Viggo’s reach before his love could voice any objections. “A little exercise won’t hurt.”

“Anything for you, Sean,” Viggo replied in all seriousness as he allowed his lover to fuss over him and make sure he settled on the deck chair with his injured foot propped comfortably on some pillows. Sean acknowledged the comment with a loving smile and then handed Viggo his sketchbook and left him to attend to the garden. He had barely begun on the most unsightly bed full of weeds when he heard Viggo call out.

“Sean, don’t you think those plants you so callously call “weeds” deserve to live too?”

Sean, his hands wrapped around a particularly stubborn bit of something brown and hopefully dying that he definitely did not want mingling with his carefully designed and colour coordinated ground cover flowers, stopped mid pull and turned to look in disbelief at his lover.

“What the fuck are you on about?” he asked as he tugged the offending growth free and discarded it onto the pile headed for the compost bin.

“Just wondering why gardeners discriminate against some plants, seems a little unfair to me,” Viggo replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “I like those particular weeds you seem determined to eliminate, they have character.” It was something only Viggo would even dream of saying and Sean wiped the sweat from his brow as he tried to think of a reply.

“’Tis just the nature of the universe, not discrimination. Some plants are for gardens, some are weeds,” he said. Not the most intellectual response, but the best he could think of at the moment.

“But who gets to decide which is which?”

“In this case, me,” Sean declared self-righteously. This conversation was becoming surreal and making Sean’s head hurt.

“Maybe you should plant them in their own bed, then? Or better yet, simply let them grow wild, as nature intended,” Viggo replied, twisting Sean’s argument to suit himself.

“Not in my bleeding garden!” Sean declared, shaking his head to clear it.

“Don’t I get a garden, too?” Viggo’s childish pout was a totally unexpected response but it also had the desired effect. Sean rolled his eyes in exasperation and threw his hands up in defeat.

“Bloody hell! Just to make you happy, I will fence off an area at the back and put all the weeds behind it and they can grow to your heart’s content,” he conceded. There was little he could do with the part of their yard he had in mind, and the fence would hide the unruly mess ‘Viggo’s’ garden would definitely become.

“Thank you Sean,” Viggo called with a giggle that indicated his pleasure with getting his own way. Sean however was not about to let that pass without retribution and he knew exactly what to do.

Satisfied with that plan, Viggo decided to make a few sketches awhile Sean worked, however he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate because Sean was indeed incredibly arousing as a half dressed gardener. He had already discarded his tee shirt and his denim shorts were tight enough to leave little to the imagination. Added to that, Viggo was becoming increasingly certain that whenever possible, Sean was deliberately bending over so that fact became obvious. More than once he wiggled his ass seductively after he saw Viggo was watching, and if that wasn’t torment enough, Sean had the audacity to blatantly stand there and relieve an itch in his groin. At least that what it would appear to any neighbour who happened to be watching, but when combined with the 'fuck me’ look in the darkened jade eyes, and the bulge he could easily see from a distance, Viggo knew it was nothing other than a sexual act, one he wanted very much to have a hand in.

“Sean! Inside! Now!” he ordered. He was hard as a rock and wanted Sean and he wanted him now, sore foot be damned.

“Something I can do for you, Vig?” Sean asked feigning innocence even though his eyes spoke of wicked thoughts as he stroked the bulge in his shorts again.

“Yeah, stop teasing me and let me fuck you,” Viggo replied, his voice husky with desire.

“Me? Teasing? Hardly. I’m not offering anything you can’t have. Just let me put the tools away and I’ll be right in. Go turn the shower on will you? Let’s see if we got what we paid for.”

Viggo considered telling Sean he didn’t give a damn whether he was covered in dirt and sweat, but reconsidered when he realised Sean was talking about the new shower that they had installed in the laundry room.

It was Sean’s habit to discard his dirty gardening clothes before heading for their bathroom, and on at least two occasions had been caught walking naked through the house by unexpected visitors who Viggo had not thought to warn him had arrived. Thus the need for a shower in the laundry room, where Sean also kept a few changes of clothes.

The plumber had been surprised when they asked for a full sized cubicle, but neither saw fit to explain that the sound of running water was almost like an aphrodisiac to them both. Rarely did they shower alone when they were both at home, and never without a little sex to make the process even more enjoyable.

Sean was right, it was well past time they ‘christened’ this new addition to the house.

“It’s a tight fit, Sean, “ Viggo said, moving to stand in front of his lover so that he could grind their erections together.

“Mmm, let me see what I can do about that,” Sean replied as he reached behind Viggo to cup his ass cheeks in his hands, slowly massaging his way underneath to tickle Viggo’s balls before sliding a lubed finger into the puckered opening.

“God yes, that’s a good idea,” Viggo panted against Sean’s lips. “We need a little more room,” he suggested and Sean obliged with a second and then a third finger.

“Don’t stop,” Viggo demanded when Sean’s fingers did just that.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, having seen a grimace of pain.

“No, it’s just my foot is a little uncomfortable,” Viggo replied.

“Wrap your legs around me, love,” Sean said, supporting Viggo’s weight with his hands as he thrust deeply inside. “That better?”

“Fuck yes,” Viggo managed to reply before devouring Sean’s lips again as his lover began moving in and out, shifting Viggo slightly so that his prostate was brushed with every stroke. Moans and whimpers grew louder and words of love more incoherent as they gave and took pleasure from each other.

Heartbeats raced in unison with the union of their bodies and souls while lips, tongue and teeth made passionate love in their own fashion. Sean’s hands tightened their grip as their movements became increasingly erratic and primal and both men knew they would be covered in bruises, and neither cared, willing to mark and be marked as lovers.

Viggo’s cock was pressed between the two bodies, and rubbed deliciously against the wet, soapy skin as Sean increased the pace and depth of his thrusts, until with sweat pouring off his brow as he brought them both to an ecstatic completion.

Turning the water off, Sean sank down against the tiles and drew Viggo into his lap, turning him so that his back was resting against his chest and then holding him close until they both caught their breaths.

“Money well spent,” Viggo commented, brushing strands of wet hair from Sean’s brow and then lightly kissing the trail his fingers had traced.

“Aye, and I am too,” Sean sighed as he rested his forehead against Viggo’s they both laughed softly

“Come to bed with me Sean, I want to hold you and kiss you and never let you go,” Viggo said rising and reaching out his hand for his lover. “You’re mine and you will always belong in my arms.”

“I know, just as you are mine,” whispered Sean as he stood and wrapped his hands around Viggo’s hips, moving them slightly so that they covered the two very definite handprints that now adorned his lover’s ass cheeks.