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brainofckChapter Title: Chapter 3: Revolved Triangle
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muck_a_luck, originally posted at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rugbytackle, now also in brainofck
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: G to NC-17
Summary: Yoga for two
Content/warnings: Um. Excessive use of technical yoga talk?
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's ownporno script, populated by the individuals she feels would be ideal to fill the various roles if she ruled the universe if she were ever fortunate enough have the opportunity to bring her vision to the screen. *snortle*
Archive rights: Would be cool to be archived! www.Rugbytackling.com only, though. And Green Opals if they'll have me! :)
Chapter 1: Saluting the Sun
Chapter 2: Shava-asana
Well, now he knew he wasn't being ridiculous.
The morning after his dinner with Viggo, Sean woke up hard from a dream that had dissolved away so that all that was left was the image of warm, dark swirling chocolate streaked with shimmers of gold. He felt as if his cock had been dipped in it. Liquid warmth was trickling through his spine, coating his balls, drizzled down his thighs. As if when he touched himself, his hand would come away sticky and dark and sweet. And he did touch himself. Wrapped a sleep warm hand around his heavy, leaking dick and shivered. The image of Viggo and Orli locked together on the corner came unbidden to his mind, and on the back of his closed eyelids it changed and metamorphosed into a different image. Viggo, sprawled wantonly on his belly, legs spread wide, arms and wrists wound in the sheets, and Orli above him, gripping and lifting Viggo's hips, Orli's dick as hard, and red, and broad as Sean's...
Sean groaned as he came and lay panting with his sticky warm palm wrapped around his softening cock.
It was one thing to have that odd reaction to seeing the beauty of Viggo in the asanas. It was another thing to wank off thinking about Viggo getting fucked by another man.
And it was quite another thing again to find himself feeling depressed and moody over the fact that Viggo had a boyfriend.
It took him some time to adjust to the realization that he was completely crushed on some bloke he'd met twice because Diana was setting them up. But once Sean managed to be honest with himelf, he found it strangely easy to accept that he wanted to find out where this thing with Viggo could go.
It still took him some time to get up the courage to actually do anything He managed to somehow not see Viggo for two whole weeks, though he walked by his studio every day, on the opposite side of the street, and kept up his routine at the club, avoiding the mornings when he knew Viggo was most likely to be there. Two weeks, and Sean was beginning to feel like a pathetic coward. Two weeks, and Sean was starting to feel very, very frustrated for the first time since Abby left - wanking to strange, erotic dreams almost every morning, and sometimes in the evening, too, before falling asleep.
Two weeks, and it was time to step up and take action.
He went in for a swim in the evening, and left a note on Viggo's locker, "If you are still looking for a new partner, give me a call."
The morning of their first meeting, Sean was nervous and edgy. He went in to the club very early, did his weights, had his swim, showered and shaved. Then, considering his recent fantasy life, he put on a pair of very tight boxer briefs under his baggy sweats and went up to the aerobics studio Diana had given them.
Viggo was sitting quietly, cross-legged, breathing while he waited. "I hope I didn't keep you," Sean said, annoyed at the slight breathlessness of his apology. Viggo gave him a big grin and shook his head. "Nah," he said, "I came early on purpose. I like to take a moment to be still before I start."
"How do you want to do this?" Sean asked.
"I was thinking we could just practice together, until we know each other better."
So they started, and it was much easier than Sean had expected. He had worried that practicing with Viggo would be an excruciating exercise in suppressed lust and aching balls. But doing the yoga was different from watching it. He was absorbed in the movement. His concentration turned inward, as he focused on his breathing and his own body. Viggo became a comfortable other, a presence in a universe made up of movement, and stillness, and the tidal flow of breath in his chest.
When they were finishing, reclined in Goddess Pose, Sean felt calm and whole. He could almost imagine the whole experience of the last two weeks had been a figment of his imagination. And if it wasn't, well, it was managable, and it would be nice to have someone to meet with every morning, a different perspective in his life. Maybe he wouldn't have to turn everything upside down with sex and love. He was perfectly relaxed in Shava-asana, not a twitch anywhere in his body. It would be fine. And if there was something else later, well, he would deal with it later.
Over the next couple of weeks, they fell into the habit of mirroring each other, Viggo usually leading, sometimes murmuring the postures as he moved through them. They were well matched, and Sean was finding his practices more challenging and rewarding than he had in months.
Diana gave him an apologetic smile as he signed in. "I had to put the pilates instructor in with you guys this morning," she said. "She has a new student who wanted an early time, and your room was the only possible place."
Sean smiled and shrugged. "Fine with me. It's a big room. Plenty of space for four people." It really was. There wouldn't be a problem.
Until, as he lifted his head in Revolved Triangle and saw that both women were sitting quietly, done with their lesson, watching him and Viggo. He was so startled, he completely lost his balance. He fell out of the pose, flat on his ass, eliciting a little giggle from the student, and an embarrassed and worried look from the instructor.
Viggo looked up. Neither of them lost their balance often, but they both liked to snigger over it when the other fell. But seeing they had an audience, Viggo stepped into Mountain Pose and bowed to them, namastay. Sean blushed hard, drew his knees up, and smiled around sheepishly at everyone.
"We're so sorry!" the instructor exclaimed. "We finished up, and the two of you were just so lovely! We didn't mean to be a distraction..." she faded off into a stammer of embarrassment, and Sean flushed even deeper. Her student was watching him in a way that he could only describe as predatory, and she said very quietly, "Why don't we make it up to you by taking you to breakfast when you're done?" Sean saw the instructor's eyes stray up to Viggo, and there it was again, the tight twist of jealousy. Not quite as intense as when Viggo and Orli had kissed in the street, but definitely jealousy, not to be denied.
"Sorry, I can't," he said quickly. "I barely have time to get to work when we finish up here." Of course, Viggo didn't have anywhere to be...
"Maybe another time," said Viggo easily, with a sweet smile to the instructor. The student looked miffed, but they said polite goodbyes all around, and they were alone again.
Viggo looked down at him, defensively folded in on himself on the mat. With something that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle, he said, "Since you're already down there, I might as well join you."
He lowered himself gracefully to the mat. Right behind Sean. Pressed his hips to Sean's and squirmed a little to get the alignment right. In the mirror, Sean could see Viggo had settled in Full Lotus. A little shiver went through Sean, as he reseated himself, and with a long, steadying breath, tipped his head back against Viggo's. He could feel Viggo's breathing, already adjusting his own to the new rhythm of the other. Different, but the same. They sat there for long minutes.
"This is what I really miss about Double Hatha." Sean said it so quietly he wasn't sure Viggo could even hear him.
"What?" Viggo asked, in his now familiar husky murmur.
"Feeling someone else breathe. Feeling another heartbeat in my own chest. Feeling the electricity in someone else's spine."
Double Lotus.
Chapter 4: Double Hatha
The asanas:
Reclining Bound Angle Pose (aka Goddes pose), done here with props
Shava-asana
Revolved Triangle
Full Lotus
Double Lotus with Head Rest [AN: Techincally, I don't know that this pose is called Double Lotus. I was convinced that it was, but it is not so labled in my book. The only double lotus anything I could find was this one, labeled Double Lotus Twist Please be careful clicking on this link. (It's two naked guys. On a website full of naked guys.)]
Author:
muck_a_luck, originally posted at rugbytackle, now also in brainofckPairing: SB/VM
Rating: G to NC-17
Summary: Yoga for two
Content/warnings: Um. Excessive use of technical yoga talk?
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's own
Archive rights: Would be cool to be archived! www.Rugbytackling.com only, though. And Green Opals if they'll have me! :)
Chapter 1: Saluting the Sun
Chapter 2: Shava-asana
Well, now he knew he wasn't being ridiculous.
The morning after his dinner with Viggo, Sean woke up hard from a dream that had dissolved away so that all that was left was the image of warm, dark swirling chocolate streaked with shimmers of gold. He felt as if his cock had been dipped in it. Liquid warmth was trickling through his spine, coating his balls, drizzled down his thighs. As if when he touched himself, his hand would come away sticky and dark and sweet. And he did touch himself. Wrapped a sleep warm hand around his heavy, leaking dick and shivered. The image of Viggo and Orli locked together on the corner came unbidden to his mind, and on the back of his closed eyelids it changed and metamorphosed into a different image. Viggo, sprawled wantonly on his belly, legs spread wide, arms and wrists wound in the sheets, and Orli above him, gripping and lifting Viggo's hips, Orli's dick as hard, and red, and broad as Sean's...
Sean groaned as he came and lay panting with his sticky warm palm wrapped around his softening cock.
It was one thing to have that odd reaction to seeing the beauty of Viggo in the asanas. It was another thing to wank off thinking about Viggo getting fucked by another man.
And it was quite another thing again to find himself feeling depressed and moody over the fact that Viggo had a boyfriend.
It took him some time to adjust to the realization that he was completely crushed on some bloke he'd met twice because Diana was setting them up. But once Sean managed to be honest with himelf, he found it strangely easy to accept that he wanted to find out where this thing with Viggo could go.
It still took him some time to get up the courage to actually do anything He managed to somehow not see Viggo for two whole weeks, though he walked by his studio every day, on the opposite side of the street, and kept up his routine at the club, avoiding the mornings when he knew Viggo was most likely to be there. Two weeks, and Sean was beginning to feel like a pathetic coward. Two weeks, and Sean was starting to feel very, very frustrated for the first time since Abby left - wanking to strange, erotic dreams almost every morning, and sometimes in the evening, too, before falling asleep.
Two weeks, and it was time to step up and take action.
He went in for a swim in the evening, and left a note on Viggo's locker, "If you are still looking for a new partner, give me a call."
The morning of their first meeting, Sean was nervous and edgy. He went in to the club very early, did his weights, had his swim, showered and shaved. Then, considering his recent fantasy life, he put on a pair of very tight boxer briefs under his baggy sweats and went up to the aerobics studio Diana had given them.
Viggo was sitting quietly, cross-legged, breathing while he waited. "I hope I didn't keep you," Sean said, annoyed at the slight breathlessness of his apology. Viggo gave him a big grin and shook his head. "Nah," he said, "I came early on purpose. I like to take a moment to be still before I start."
"How do you want to do this?" Sean asked.
"I was thinking we could just practice together, until we know each other better."
So they started, and it was much easier than Sean had expected. He had worried that practicing with Viggo would be an excruciating exercise in suppressed lust and aching balls. But doing the yoga was different from watching it. He was absorbed in the movement. His concentration turned inward, as he focused on his breathing and his own body. Viggo became a comfortable other, a presence in a universe made up of movement, and stillness, and the tidal flow of breath in his chest.
When they were finishing, reclined in Goddess Pose, Sean felt calm and whole. He could almost imagine the whole experience of the last two weeks had been a figment of his imagination. And if it wasn't, well, it was managable, and it would be nice to have someone to meet with every morning, a different perspective in his life. Maybe he wouldn't have to turn everything upside down with sex and love. He was perfectly relaxed in Shava-asana, not a twitch anywhere in his body. It would be fine. And if there was something else later, well, he would deal with it later.
Over the next couple of weeks, they fell into the habit of mirroring each other, Viggo usually leading, sometimes murmuring the postures as he moved through them. They were well matched, and Sean was finding his practices more challenging and rewarding than he had in months.
Diana gave him an apologetic smile as he signed in. "I had to put the pilates instructor in with you guys this morning," she said. "She has a new student who wanted an early time, and your room was the only possible place."
Sean smiled and shrugged. "Fine with me. It's a big room. Plenty of space for four people." It really was. There wouldn't be a problem.
Until, as he lifted his head in Revolved Triangle and saw that both women were sitting quietly, done with their lesson, watching him and Viggo. He was so startled, he completely lost his balance. He fell out of the pose, flat on his ass, eliciting a little giggle from the student, and an embarrassed and worried look from the instructor.
Viggo looked up. Neither of them lost their balance often, but they both liked to snigger over it when the other fell. But seeing they had an audience, Viggo stepped into Mountain Pose and bowed to them, namastay. Sean blushed hard, drew his knees up, and smiled around sheepishly at everyone.
"We're so sorry!" the instructor exclaimed. "We finished up, and the two of you were just so lovely! We didn't mean to be a distraction..." she faded off into a stammer of embarrassment, and Sean flushed even deeper. Her student was watching him in a way that he could only describe as predatory, and she said very quietly, "Why don't we make it up to you by taking you to breakfast when you're done?" Sean saw the instructor's eyes stray up to Viggo, and there it was again, the tight twist of jealousy. Not quite as intense as when Viggo and Orli had kissed in the street, but definitely jealousy, not to be denied.
"Sorry, I can't," he said quickly. "I barely have time to get to work when we finish up here." Of course, Viggo didn't have anywhere to be...
"Maybe another time," said Viggo easily, with a sweet smile to the instructor. The student looked miffed, but they said polite goodbyes all around, and they were alone again.
Viggo looked down at him, defensively folded in on himself on the mat. With something that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle, he said, "Since you're already down there, I might as well join you."
He lowered himself gracefully to the mat. Right behind Sean. Pressed his hips to Sean's and squirmed a little to get the alignment right. In the mirror, Sean could see Viggo had settled in Full Lotus. A little shiver went through Sean, as he reseated himself, and with a long, steadying breath, tipped his head back against Viggo's. He could feel Viggo's breathing, already adjusting his own to the new rhythm of the other. Different, but the same. They sat there for long minutes.
"This is what I really miss about Double Hatha." Sean said it so quietly he wasn't sure Viggo could even hear him.
"What?" Viggo asked, in his now familiar husky murmur.
"Feeling someone else breathe. Feeling another heartbeat in my own chest. Feeling the electricity in someone else's spine."
Double Lotus.
Chapter 4: Double Hatha
The asanas:
Reclining Bound Angle Pose (aka Goddes pose), done here with props
Shava-asana
Revolved Triangle
Full Lotus
Double Lotus with Head Rest [AN: Techincally, I don't know that this pose is called Double Lotus. I was convinced that it was, but it is not so labled in my book. The only double lotus anything I could find was this one, labeled Double Lotus Twist Please be careful clicking on this link. (It's two naked guys. On a website full of naked guys.)]
