Wet

Title: Wet
Author/Email: eviltwin (tracey737uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairing: EW/VM
Rating: NC17
Summary: Viggo and Elijah get wet.
Feedback: My bunnies need it. They're looking all pathetic and stuff.
Disclaimer: I makes no claims as to the actual sexual preferences of the people I portrays. I makes no money from it either. It's all a load of fiction.
Archive: www.dreamreaver.com/showcase & www.elijahwooduk.net/forwardslash


"Whose stupid idea was it to come to the beach today?"

Elijah sat down heavily on the sand next to Orlando, scraping sand off the bottom of his toes.

"What's up?" Dominic asked, looking up from his book.

"This. It sucks. The weather's useless. We can't surf because we don't have our gear, we can't get a tan 'cause there's no sun. There's just wind and clouds and fucking sand everywhere."

"Should have brought some shades. That'd keep it out of your eyes."

Elijah scowled. "Ha ha. I didn't bringdes des because there's no fucking sun! Idiot."

"Quit whining."

Elijah looked round, startled, as Viggo joined them. He had been to fetch a sketchpad from the car and now sat cross-legged, the pages open across his lap.

"How can you do that with all this sand going everywhere? And I wasn't whining, Viggo." Inwardly, he cringed. Great, he thought. Make it even worse, why don't you? The last thing he wanted was for Viggo to think of him as some whingy kid. Too late for that, he told himself.

He realised Viggo had ignored his question and hoped he maybe hadn't heard his other comment. He watched the older man's hands as they smoothed the page down, selected a soft pencil to begin sketching with. Viggo had incredible hands. The only way Elijah could think to describe them was that they looked.. well.. used. Like they had done an awful lot. They looked rough but soft at the same time. Strong but gentle. Feeling like he was being watched himself, Elijah looked up from Viggo's hands to see Dominic smiling at him. He blushed, annoyed with himself, and looked away, turning to Orlando. Who was pulling some ridiculous faces.

"What are you doing, Orli?" he asked. "You know if the wind changes, your face'll stick."

Orlando stuck his tongue out. "Don't care. I'm posing. Maybe Viggo'll draw me if I get his attention enough."

"Don't count on it," Viggo rumbled.

"What are you drawing, mate?"

"Wait and see."

"Let's have a look at your others," Orlando said, reaching for the corner of the thick pad.

"No.. just leave it, Orli."

But, Orlando being like he was, he didn't listen to the warning. In a flash he was on his feet, Viggo's sketchbook in his hands. He flicked back the pages and whooped. Viggo stood, holding his hand out.

"Orli.." His voice carried a low warning that Elijah could recognise a mile off but that Orlando chose to ignore.

The younger man walked backwards until the incoming tide was lapping around his feet.

"Orlando." Definitely threat in that tone.

"Viggo, this is amazing. They're beautiful."

Elijah was very curious now. "What are they?" he asked.

Viggo turned to him, gave him the most odd stare. Should've kept my mouth shut, he thought.

Without warning, Viggo launched at Orlando, reaching for the precious sketchbook. Orlando took a step back and Viggo ended up face down in the shallows. He rolled onto his back quickly, coughing and spluttering, rubbing sea water out of his eyes.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Viggo," Orlando said.

Viggo just grabbed his pad out of Orlando's hands and sat there, in the water, glaring up at him. Orlando extended an arm, offering to pull him up.

"Just fucking forget it," Viggo growled. He looked, Elijah thought, as though he could cry any moment. But that wasn't Viggo. He didn't do that kind of thing.

Orlando muttered another apology then walked back up to the others, sitting down to wipe the sticky sand from his wet feet. He looked at Elijah, then Viggo, shaking his head.

"What have I done?" Elijah asked.

"Just.. You talk to him, Lij."

Elijah sighed and stood up, approaching Viggo carefully. Damn, but he looked sexy. The water was shallow but he was soaked on his front as well from his fall.

"You gonna get up?" Elijah asked. "You're pretty wet."

"Think I hadn't noticed?"

"So.. gonna get up?"

"No. I like it down here."

Elijah swallowed hard. Yeah, he thought. I like you down there too. The shirt Viggo wore was plastered to his chest; the dark outlines of peaked nipples could clearly be seen through the damp white cotton. His linen trousers clung to his legs and.. Elijah stopped himself. No fucking way was he going to stand there staring at Viggo's crotch. But his eyes were drawn to it, and he gasped when he saw the bulge there.

"Lij..." It was hardly more than a whisper.

"Shit, Viggo. I didn't.. I didn't mean to.." Elijah turned, something caught his ankle and he fell back. Right onto Viggo. Dampness seeped through the back of his clothes, cold and gritty. He felt Viggo's hardness pushing against the small of his back and caught his balance as quickly as he could, sitting up fast and cursing. He scrambled off, falling to his hands and knees and knelt there, heart pounding.

"Lij.. I'm sorry.." Viggo's voice was quiet, meant only for his ears. He turned his head, saw those steel-blue eyes staring at him. His eyes followed the e ofe of Viggo's neck, his outstretched arm.. the sketchbook in the water beside him. He realised his fall had caused that. Viggo caught the direction of Elijah's gaze and looked down, as though he hadn't even noticed. He pulled the pad out and it dripped heavily, completely saturated. The lines that had been on the page had run and feathered into soggy blurs.

Elijah forced himself to his feet, feeling miserable. "Your work.."

"Forget it."

"But it.. it's ruined."

"Forget it, Lij."

Suddenly Elijah wasn't sure if Viggo was talking about his drawings or something else. He held out a hand and, to his surprise, Viggo took it. He dug his heels into the wet sand and helped the older man up. They walked up the beach, silent.

Orlando looked as though he wanted to be anywhere but where he was as Viggo threw down the wet sketches beside him.

"You think they're so great now? Have 'em Orli."

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. You know I wouldn't-"

"Yeah, I know. Maybe sometimes you should just think before you do something. I'll take a ride back. I need to get changed."

"Do you want me to drive you?" Elijah asked. He felt himself blush as Viggo's gaze fixed on him again.

"No, I won't ruin your day."

"We'll see you later then?"

"Maybe."


As soon as Viggo was gone, Dominic slammed his book shut.

"Nice going, elf-boy."

"Shut up, Dom. I feel bad enough, all right?"

Elijah reached for the sketchbook, picked it up carefully. "Maybe some of it's okay.." he said, half to himself, as he peeled the wet pages apart.

Orlando turned to him, an alarmed expression on his face. "You shn'tn't.."

But he was too late. Elijah dropped the pad with a soft gasp.

"What is it?" asked Dominic, leaning over to peer at the open pages. He cursed, eyes wide, when he saw it.

"It's me.." Elijah said, stunned. He looked up at Orlando. "You saw.. you saw the others. Were they.. all like that?"

Orlando nodded. "He must think so much of you, the way he'd drawn you."

Elijah remembered the look in Viggo's eyes when he'd caught him staring. "I'd better... I think maybe I'd better go talk to him."

"What will you say?" asked Orlando.

Elijah shrugged. "I'll see you guys later." He picked up the book, tore out the unspoilt pages he'd found and clamped them under his jaw, against his chest, as he pulled his sneakers on. He should have dried his feet off, he thought, as he squelched up the beach with the portraits in his hand. But he wanted to see Viggo as soon as possible. To ask him about this.

~*~

'Fuck' was the only whole word he could think of when Viggo opened the door to him. The older man had changed into jeans and a pale blue shirt, unbuttoned. He had also obviously just showered as his hair was still wet, dripping onto the shoulders of his shirt.

"Elijah." Viggo's eyes trailed over the young man in front of him, seeing the sheaf of paper in his hand. "What's this?"

"You tell me," Elijah said, holding out the drawings. Viggo stared at them, then took a step back.

"You'd better come in."

Elijah moved past him, waited as the door clicked shut behind them. He was led to the small kitchen and sat down at the table there, dumping the sketches in front of him.

"Would you like a drink?"

"No, Viggo. I just want to know what the hell's going on."

"Isn't it obvious?"

I don't know, thought Elijah. I know what I think is happening but how can it be? It's just..it can't be. "Tell me," he said. "Why have you drawn me this way?"

"What way?"

"So...You've made me look beautiful."

Viggo looked confused. "Elijah, I haven't *made* you look any way. That's what you look like."

"I do not," he retorted. Then he decided to switch his line of questioning. "And what was that at the beach? I mean, you got...fuck, you know.."

"What about you?"

"What about me?" Elijah knew full well what he meant, of course. How he had stared at Viggo, taking in the way the other man had looked in the water. How his gaze had lingered where it shouldn't have. But he thought acting innocent was the easier option here. Unfortunately, Viggo wasn't having any of it.

"You were gawking like a lovestruck teenager. Are you going to tell me what *that* was all about?"

A lovestruck teenager? That was what Elijah felt like right now as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of something to say. Viggo sighed.

"I find you very attractive, Lij. I know it might sound disgusting because I'm so much older than you are but I think about you a lot. I draw you a lot," he added, indicating the sketches. "Sometimes as I'm watching you, other times from memories of you."

Oh God. So Viggo *did* feel that way about him. Elijah had never felt so fucking relieved in his life. He had to fight a grin. Since he had first laid eyes on Viggo he had wanted him. As he got to know him better it just got worse. He had hunted down Viggo's poetry; had books sent to him from the states. He had seen his art. At least, he had seen the pictures that Viggo had shown them. He had seen the photographs Viggo took, which already half covered the mirror in makeup. He had started falling in love.

"Elijah? If I've disgusted you by telling you this then please...tell me. And I'll apologise and forget about it."

Elijah got up from his seat and moved around to where Viggo sat. The older man turned in his seat to face him. He looked afraid for an instant, until Elijah leant forward and lightly brushed his lips across Viggo's mouth. When he moved back he saw that the expression oar har had been replaced by surprise.

"How can you-?" Viggo started.

"How can I what? Like you? Viggo, look at yourself. What's not to like?"

"God, this can't be happening.."

"Have a little more faith in yourself than that, Vig. And are you going to tell me now what turned you on so much at the beach?"

Viggo stared at him a moment longer, a slow smile forming. "It was the water. Being so wet and staring up at you, looking at me, and imagining you in there with me."

"Do you know how hot you looked, soaked through like that?"

"I know how *cold* I was," Viggo replied. He reached out his hands, smiling as Elijah took them. Then he tugged on them, meaning to pull the young man into his lap.

"Hey, look at the state of me. I don't want to mess you up again."

His protests were ignored, though, and he was glad of it because the feel of being curled into that body, of those strong legs beneath him and of that warm chest pressed against him, was incredible. Elijah brought his hands up, sliding them through Viggo's damp hair. Strongly muscled arms held him steady as he sat back in them, lifting his hands and gazing at his wet fingers. He smelt the shampoo Viggo used on his palms and spread his hand over Viggo's face. It was maybe a childish action but he wanted to see his moist handprint on the other man's flesh. He drew his hand away to find Viggo smiling at him, beads of water in his brows and lashes, glistening on his face. The sight was so arousing; Elijah moaned softly.

"I like you wet," he murmured, then leaned in to kiss Viggo again. This time he was braver, stroking his tongue across Viggo's lips. They parted and Elijah slid his tongue inside, savouring the taste. Coffee and mint and baking soda. He drew away, licking his lips.go ggo gave him an amused smile. "You taste amazing," he explained.

"Thank you. So do you. Still a little bit salty though. Do you want a drink now?"

"Huh-uh. " Elijah shook his head, shuffling backwards and standing. "I want a shower. Do you mind?"

"Of course not. Help yourself."

"Where's Sean? He won't-"

"He's over at Ian's with a couple others. We're alone."

"Good. Then, come with me?"

"I already showered. But... I'd like to photograph you."

Elijah grinned. "I'd love you to."

~*~

In the bathroom Elijah stripped off his clothes while Viggo was fetching his camera. He stepped into the cubicle and set the water going, twisting the dial until the powerful spray was coming out hot. He closed his eyes, tipped back his head and opened his mouth, washing the salt away. He heard a loud click and turned his head with a laugh.

"Couldn't resist," Viggo told him. Elijah faced him fully and he lowered the camera to his side as he stared. "God.." He practically gulped, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Take a picture," Elijah joked.

"I think I like you wet too." Viggo raised his camera and took a few more shots as Elijah tipped some shower gel into his hand and soaped himself with it. He rubbed it into his hair, lathering it up, then bent his head under the spray to wash it off. Viggo put his camera down then, as Elijah rinsed himself clean of suds, and stepped up to the open cubicle door.

"Viggo..." Elijah reached out and pulled him in, his laugh gleeful at the look of surprise on the other man's face.

"Lij, what are you doing? My clothes-"

"Will dry," came the interruption. "It's only water." Elijah wrapped himself around Viggo, loving the way the water ran over them both, how it weighted the clothes Viggo wore, how it trickled off the end of his nose. He caught a drop with his tongue and swallowed it, then trailed kisses across Viggo's face. He licked the curve of Viggo's ear, feeling the shiver which coursed through him. His mouth moved down again and he nibbled gently at the strong neck.

Viggo moaned then, his hands finally moving from where they rested on Elijah's shoulders. They stroked down his spine, clutched at his slender body.

"Do you want to," Elijah heard. He looked up, lips reluctantly parting from warm, wet skin.

"Want to what?" he asked.

Viggo lowered his eyes. "Come to bed?" He looked like he expected to be refused, even after all this, so surprise covered his face when Elijah kissed his chin and nodded. He shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. He reached for a towel but Elijah caught his hand.

"I don't want to dry off," he said. "You either. Come on, which is your room?"

He followed Viggo through and went straight for the bed, sprawling on it and breathing in the scent of the sheets. "Do you realise how much extra laundry you're making for me?"

Elijah rolled his eyes with a grin. "Like you really care," he teased. He lay back, folding his hands behind his head, and stared at Viggo. "You coming?"

"One minute," was the quiet reply. Elijah sat up, leaning on his elbows, to watch Viggo pull off his sodden clothes. He dumped them into his laundry basket where they landed with a heavy splat, then turned back to the bed. Elijah's breath caught, though only for a second, as he took in the sight of naked Viggo. He lay back as Viggo crawled over him and his body jerked as though electricity was passing throug whe when the other man's erection touched against the inside of his thigh. He kept the fear out of his eyes, though. He didn't want Viggo to know he'd never done this before. Not with anyone. He loved this man, he knew he did, so he trusted that any pain would be soothed by his feelings.

"Okay?" Viggo asked.

"Unh..." was his incoherent reply.

Viggo's slippery wet hands skimmed over his body for only a moment before coming to hold his face as he was kissed. Thoroughly kissed, he thought to himself. Viggo kissed. More wetness in his mouth; Viggo's tongue playing with his, exploring his mouth intimately. Water from Viggo's hair dripped onto his forehead, against his eyes. He closed them, felt the splashes on his eyelids instead. It was a sensation that made him ache.

It had been warm in the shower, but now the cool air was making him shiver. That and the way Viggo was stroking fingers through his hair as they kissed. He chased away Viggo's tongue, making the older man pull away from him. Viggo opened his mouth to ask why, but stopped short as Elijah's hand found him, reaching between them to take hard, moist flesh between his fingers. It was all so...wet, Elijah thought. He stroked his hand up, ran his thumb over the head of Viggo's cock. It was wet too, but not from the shower.

Viggo groaned as Elijah brought his hand back up and swiped his tongue over the pad of his thumb. The taste was strange to Elijah, but he made himself smile. Had to make Viggo think he'd done this before. Didn't want him to start worrying and back off. He wondered briefly if Viggo had done this before then stopped thinking anything as the head of his own cock was taken into warmth and wetness. He vaguely heard himself curse as heat rushed to his belly and blood pumped straight towards where Viggo's mouth held him.

His fingers curled into fists, clutching the pillows behind his head. Weakened, his legs parted further and Viggo took advantage of that, shifting his hands to hold Elijah's thighs steady as he drew him further into his mouth. Elijah felt himself nudging the back of Viggo's throat and wondered how in hell his heart was still beating when by now - God - it should have stopped, exploded, something.

"Am I dead?" he panted. Then light blew up in his eyes, fracturing his vision till all he could see was brightness and colours and he decided that, no, he was very much alive as shudder after shudder wracked his body and the wetness around him dried him of his own. He looked down as Viggo lifted his head and gave a smile.

"Are you *dead*?" Viggo repeated.

"Shit...no.." Elijah gave up trying to speak. Breathing was hard enough right now. Fuck. Orgasm by blow-job was *so* under-rated. He realised Viggo was watching him now, one eyebrow raised.

"Are you okay?" Elijah managed a weak nod. "Do you want me to carry on?"

"Carry on?" he echoed, voice faint. Then a sharp intake of breath as Viggo's finger dragged along the crease of his ass.

"Yeah. I mean...carry on. Everything."

"Do it.." Elijah panted.

"Are you sure?"

He looked into those beautiful eyes. Shit, Viggo looked so serious, so concerned. He'd guessed. He knew Elijah's pretense of experience was just a facade. He'd still do this, but only if he was asked to. Elijah saw all that in his steady gaze and answered with a soft "yes."

Viggo moved away from the bed for a few minutes. Elijah listened to him open a drawer, move some things around in it as he looked for something. Then he came back to the bed and told Elijah to lie on his stomach.

"But I-"

"Ssh. It might not hurt so much this way, all right?"

Elijah's back arched, breath hissing out between clenched teeth, as Viggo pushed one finger into him. Light kisses rained across his shoulderblades, Viggo's mouth sucked gently at the nape of his neck, calming his over-tense body. Jesus. This *hurt*. He squeezed his eyes shut as Viggo pushed a second finger in, working him looser.

Then a loud cry erupted from him, straight from his brain, before he could stop it. What had that been? Ah God! There it was again. His body was trembling..was he even doing that? No, he had no control over anything he was doing now. The only thought he could pull out from between the colours and curses and lights that jumbled his brain was Viggo's name, over and over. He didn't realise Viggo's fingers had gone until he felt something push against him. Something else, bigger and thicker.

"Ohmygodohmygod," as Viggo entered him, pushing his body hard against the sheets. It was like fire and fire doing battle. The fire of pain versus the fire of passion. His blood felt like it was boiling, pounding in his ears, leaving him dizzy. Pain ripped through his lower body, his legs felt numb.

Then something.

What he had felt before. He thrust back against Viggo, wanting more of it. Viggo's hand steadied him, holding his shoulder. He could hear again, he realised. Viggo's moans reverberated through him as he thrust in, slamming against Elijah's body, each time causing a wave of pleasure to wash over him.

"Let me," he muttered, trying to push back again. But Viggo's weight held him and it didn't matter because warmth was flooding into him. Liquid love, he thought. Fuck, he loved being this wet. Inside and out. Viggo raised his body, pulling out, and rolled onto his side next to Elijah. Ignoring the weakness of his body, Elijah dragged himself across so he could cover Viggo's face in kisses. They were both shiny with sweat and water.

"Are you all right?" Viggo asked, finally.

Elijah let out a shaky laugh. "You have to ask?"

Rough fingers ran over the curve of his cheek. "Hr mer me."

"I'm okay, Vig. Really."

"You don't hurt?"

"Yeah. It hurts. But...I don't care."

"You're amazing. I didn't want to hurt you."

"It's okay," Elijah mumbled, nestling his head under Viggo's chin. He felt worn out and closed his eyes, unable to hold them open any longer. He felt a light touch on the top of his head as his senses retreated into sleep.

~*~

Raising a hand to rub at his sleepy eyes, Elijah woke fully. There was a thick quilt pulled over his body now and he felt like he didn't want to go anywhere. He was so cosy, but he was alone. He lifted his head to see if Viggo was in the room but there was no sign of him.

He forced himself up out of the bed and found his clothes folded on top of the dresser for him. He pulled on his underwear and jeans then padded down the hallway to the kitchen. He stopped short in the doorway, about to turn away, but too late. Sean turned and faced him, grinning.

"Morning," he said. "Viggo's gone for a walk. He left you something here. I don't know...I'mssinssing it'lln son something to you."

"Uh, okay."

Elijah crossed the kitchen and saw what Sean had been looking at. The sink was filled with water balloons. Elijah laughed at the note next to the sink. 'For you.' He could hardly wait for Viggo to come back.

"Elijah? He told me to give you this, too. Says it's his replacement." Sean held out a sketchbook. Elijah took it, curious, and opened it to the first page. On it was a sketch from one of the photos Viggo had t the the previous day. He'd written one word on the page; 'wet.'


The End.