Date: June 21, 2003 Pairing: VM/SB Rating: PG-13/R Warning: A squidgy cigarette-butt thingy that may squick some. Summary: Sean's waiting. Wanting. Wishing. For what, though? Archive: RugbyTackle, Enigma Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. Feedback: We would love it. Note: For two gals who hate cigarettes, we sure seem to enjoy smoking-themed fics! Our Sean and Viggo icons wanted to get together and play, and this is the result. Our first collaboration -- but definitely not our last. Written in relay format, one part each. Inspired by these two icons: * * * * * Sean walks out of the shower, straight into the bedroom. Naked. He knows Viggo is somewhere in the house, and almost calls out Viggo's name, but stops himself just in time. Leaning against the headboard of the bed, hands behind his head, Sean's eyes focus on the nothingness in front. Waiting. Wanting. Wishing. When the very bit of fume tickles his nostrils, Sean glances towards the doorway, where Viggo is wearing half a smile with a burning cigarette between his slightly-parted lips. Viggo's eyes narrow at the last drag, sucking so hard as if it's Sean's cock. -- ~ -- Sean watches Viggo jack off. Ash falls from the cigarette every time Viggo's body twitches; he's close now. "Are you my slut, Sean?" Viggo's cock slides up Sean's chest, smacks the underside of his chin, ghosts across his parted lips, and stops. "Yes..." "My willing whore?" "Always. Please..." "Good. Close your eyes. Got something for you." His jaw is cupped, held open while Viggo spurts, and suddenly there's bitter. Acrid. Sean sputters as the cigarette is stubbed out in the come pooled on his tongue. Not quite what he'd been waiting -- wanting -- wishing -- for. |
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