Christmas Comes
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,567
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Christmas Comes
Title: Christmas Comes.(1/2)
Rating: R
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is total fiction, not for profit and not meant to imply anything about these lovely men’s lifestyle.
Summary: Viggo makes a unique Christmas card.
Christmas Comes.
“It’s finished! Wanna see?” Viggo called to Sean as he emerged from his dark room and walked into the kitchen triumphantly waving the prototype of this year’s homemade Christmas cards in the air.
“Of course. Which one did you choose?” Sean was sitting at the table enjoying his tea while he read over a script to the latest movie in which he was being offered a role.
“Well, since everyone close to us knows we are a couple, I thought one of you and me together would be nice.” Viggo said holding the card out of Sean’s reach while he stole a kiss. After some very intense and extremely satisfying persuasion of the sexual kind the night before Sean had deferred the selection of the photo that was to be the feature of the cards to his far more artistically talented but he suddenly recalled, somewhat eccentric lover.
“That’s a grand idea,” Sean agreed with just a hint of trepidation resulting from the mischievous gleam in Viggo’s eyes that was complimented by his best manic grin.
“Like it? We make a handsome couple, don’t you think?” Viggo asked, frowning slightly at the less than pleased look on Sean’s face.
“What the fuck! I can’t send this to me mum and me girls!” Sean declared, the colour burning his cheeks more from embarrassment than anger. Viggo wrapped his arms around Sean’s neck and leaned down to rest his chin on his lover’s shoulder.
“Why not?”
“Vig, this is a photo of us in bed,” Sean explained with exaggerated patience.
“Sean everyone knows we sleep together, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides, we still have our shirts on, and you look incredibly gorgeous with your head resting on my chest like that. I just wanted everyone to see how much we belong together, how much in love we are.” Viggo said, unable to keep the disappointment he felt at Sean’s reaction from his voice.
“And I want that too, but don’t you think this particular photo is a little over the top? We were more than a little aroused, as I recall.” Viggo’s knowing smile and suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows made Sean blush slightly.
“Not at all. Is the Santa hat I’m wearing too much?” Viggo asked, apparently in all seriousness. Sean rolled his eyes with exasperation at the question, knowing full well Viggo truly saw nothing wrong with the picture.
“No, that’s right in the Christmas spirit,” Sean was forced to admit, and to Viggo’s relief, Sean smiled fondly at the nutter he loved and the tension eased.
“And we were certainly full of it when I set the camera up,” Viggo chuckled, rubbing his cheek affectionately against Sean’s. “That was a mighty fine drop of red wasn’t it?”
“Aye and potent. I’m surprised you managed to stand the tripod up straight after we finished the bottle,” Sean replied his eyes briefly dancing with amusement and affection and looked at the Christmas card again. Maybe he had slightly over reacted. Perhaps it was really not so obvious that they were half sitting, half lying in bed. They could just as easily have been on the sofa for all the background detail that was missing.
It would surprise no one to see Viggo had his arm wrapped around Sean’s shoulders and, given that the shot taken more or less from the waist up, Viggo’s hands were hidden from view. His right hand was innocently holding the remote trigger for the camera. No one need know that the fingers of his left were very busily occupied elsewhere.
Although both looked slightly flushed, there was no way anyone would realise that Viggo had pressed the button to take the photo at the same instant his first finger had slid slowly into Sean’s more than ready ass.
“That was not the only thing that I managed to keep straight, at least for a while,” Viggo whispered into Sean’s ear, the Dane’s seductive voice carried on warm breath sending a tingling sensation down his lover’s spine. Sean shuddered slightly and tilted his head slightly, leaving his neck exposed to the tender, feather light kisses Viggo was trailing along the soft skin. Well-loved hands made their way beneath Sean’s tee shirt, moving slowly over flesh already hot and sweaty with desire. Reaching their goal, fingers lightly tweaked both nipples, the sudden sharp touch making Sean squirm in his seat.
“It won’t work a second tome, Vig. You can’t use that… mm… photo…Oh Christ, do that again!” Sean’s attempt at rebuffing his very persuasive lover failed when he felt the fleeting caress of a thumb over the tip of his erection. He moaned needily and pulled Viggo into his lap so that he could kiss him senseless. Desire quickly overwhelmed them both and as kisses and touches became more fervent, more passionate, Viggo begged Sean to bend him over the table and take him then and there.
For a time, all thoughts of the Christmas cards were forgotten.
Rating: R
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: This is total fiction, not for profit and not meant to imply anything about these lovely men’s lifestyle.
Summary: Viggo makes a unique Christmas card.
Christmas Comes.
“It’s finished! Wanna see?” Viggo called to Sean as he emerged from his dark room and walked into the kitchen triumphantly waving the prototype of this year’s homemade Christmas cards in the air.
“Of course. Which one did you choose?” Sean was sitting at the table enjoying his tea while he read over a script to the latest movie in which he was being offered a role.
“Well, since everyone close to us knows we are a couple, I thought one of you and me together would be nice.” Viggo said holding the card out of Sean’s reach while he stole a kiss. After some very intense and extremely satisfying persuasion of the sexual kind the night before Sean had deferred the selection of the photo that was to be the feature of the cards to his far more artistically talented but he suddenly recalled, somewhat eccentric lover.
“That’s a grand idea,” Sean agreed with just a hint of trepidation resulting from the mischievous gleam in Viggo’s eyes that was complimented by his best manic grin.
“Like it? We make a handsome couple, don’t you think?” Viggo asked, frowning slightly at the less than pleased look on Sean’s face.
“What the fuck! I can’t send this to me mum and me girls!” Sean declared, the colour burning his cheeks more from embarrassment than anger. Viggo wrapped his arms around Sean’s neck and leaned down to rest his chin on his lover’s shoulder.
“Why not?”
“Vig, this is a photo of us in bed,” Sean explained with exaggerated patience.
“Sean everyone knows we sleep together, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides, we still have our shirts on, and you look incredibly gorgeous with your head resting on my chest like that. I just wanted everyone to see how much we belong together, how much in love we are.” Viggo said, unable to keep the disappointment he felt at Sean’s reaction from his voice.
“And I want that too, but don’t you think this particular photo is a little over the top? We were more than a little aroused, as I recall.” Viggo’s knowing smile and suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows made Sean blush slightly.
“Not at all. Is the Santa hat I’m wearing too much?” Viggo asked, apparently in all seriousness. Sean rolled his eyes with exasperation at the question, knowing full well Viggo truly saw nothing wrong with the picture.
“No, that’s right in the Christmas spirit,” Sean was forced to admit, and to Viggo’s relief, Sean smiled fondly at the nutter he loved and the tension eased.
“And we were certainly full of it when I set the camera up,” Viggo chuckled, rubbing his cheek affectionately against Sean’s. “That was a mighty fine drop of red wasn’t it?”
“Aye and potent. I’m surprised you managed to stand the tripod up straight after we finished the bottle,” Sean replied his eyes briefly dancing with amusement and affection and looked at the Christmas card again. Maybe he had slightly over reacted. Perhaps it was really not so obvious that they were half sitting, half lying in bed. They could just as easily have been on the sofa for all the background detail that was missing.
It would surprise no one to see Viggo had his arm wrapped around Sean’s shoulders and, given that the shot taken more or less from the waist up, Viggo’s hands were hidden from view. His right hand was innocently holding the remote trigger for the camera. No one need know that the fingers of his left were very busily occupied elsewhere.
Although both looked slightly flushed, there was no way anyone would realise that Viggo had pressed the button to take the photo at the same instant his first finger had slid slowly into Sean’s more than ready ass.
“That was not the only thing that I managed to keep straight, at least for a while,” Viggo whispered into Sean’s ear, the Dane’s seductive voice carried on warm breath sending a tingling sensation down his lover’s spine. Sean shuddered slightly and tilted his head slightly, leaving his neck exposed to the tender, feather light kisses Viggo was trailing along the soft skin. Well-loved hands made their way beneath Sean’s tee shirt, moving slowly over flesh already hot and sweaty with desire. Reaching their goal, fingers lightly tweaked both nipples, the sudden sharp touch making Sean squirm in his seat.
“It won’t work a second tome, Vig. You can’t use that… mm… photo…Oh Christ, do that again!” Sean’s attempt at rebuffing his very persuasive lover failed when he felt the fleeting caress of a thumb over the tip of his erection. He moaned needily and pulled Viggo into his lap so that he could kiss him senseless. Desire quickly overwhelmed them both and as kisses and touches became more fervent, more passionate, Viggo begged Sean to bend him over the table and take him then and there.
For a time, all thoughts of the Christmas cards were forgotten.