Double Lotus: Chapter 8: Warrior III
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brainofckChapter Title: Chapter 8: Warrior III
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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! :)
Acknowledgements: Belated thanks todork_elf, who said the magic words that finally sent me hunting for a tape to try. There you go, chica! It's all about you, you, you! *snortle*
Chapter 1: Saluting the Sun
Chapter 2: Shava-asana
Chapter 3: Revolved Triangle
Chapter 4: Double Hatha
Chapter 5: Plow
Chapter 6: Warrior I
Chapter 7: Warrior II
Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior II)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior III)
It had been a very long time since Sean had been quite this drunk.
It was 8:30, and he had finally made up his mind. He still had enough functioning brain cells left to realize this was a problem. Because he had said seven. Very firmly.
The gallery looked dark and closed. Lights were on in the apartment above. He could ring the bell. But he didn't want to meet one of them at the door. Have some sort of nasty, confusing, drunken argument in the street. He'd rather have that event in private, where he could offer sexual favors in exchange for forgiveness without the whole neighborhood having to know about it.
So how to get in?
He had met Viggo's shop help, two young, starving artist types, a woman named Michelle and a man named Jerome. If they had just left, they might be down at the cafe. He reoriented himself and made a pretty good show of not stumbling once as he walked the few blocks to the restaurant. And there was some luck. Michelle was just asking for her bill. Sean slipped into the booth across from her. She looked startled to see him.
"Why don't you let me get this?" he suggested, trying for a friendly, open smile and hoping it didn't come off as a leer. She tried, not very convincingly, to turn down the offer, then agreed, with many thanks.
"Where have you been?" she asked, as the waiter left. "Orli has had me watching out for you all afternoon! But he said if you hadn't made it by seven, I should close up, so I did." She looked worried.
"Sorry, luv. I met a couple of mates down at the pub and lost track of time. I went by the gallery and they aren't coming to the door." Which was technically true. Why should they come to the door if he hadn't rung the bell? "I suspect they've gone out on the terrace. Any hope you could do my a favor and let me in on your way home?"
She gave him a sly look, "You realize, as we are talking about Viggo and Orlando, here, that they probably aren't out on the terrace, don't you?" She gave him a broad wink, for ironic effect.
The expected answering chuckle was very difficult to manage, as his inebriated brain had reached that conclusion over an hour ago, long before he even got to the door of the gallery. "Not to worry. I'll make all sorts of commotion in the front room, and drink coffee in the kitchen til one of them staggers out to find out what's going on."
The only thought he could think was, "I'm not drunk enough for this."
Orli and Viggo were wound around each other, sheets draped almost for artistic effect, hiding none of the beauty of curves and planes and angles of two sated lovers, bodies almost one in sleep.
He couldn't wake them. What would he say? Now he thought maybe he was too drunk. It was all so confusing. But he wanted so much to touch Viggo. To explain. Sean pulled the blankets up from the floor and covered the sleeping men. He slipped out of his own clothes and climed as carefully as he could under the covers behind Viggo. He spooned around him, his arm sliding down behind Orli's back. And went to sleep.
"Sean? Sean! Sean, can you hear me?"
Sean sighed happily and tightened his arms around Viggo. He leaned into him and sought Viggo's luscious mouth.
"Sean? Sean, stop it. Sean, how did you get in here?
Sean laughed, "That doesn’t make any sense at all. I'm always here!" It was his dream wasn't it?!
"I'm guessing scotch." Orli's voice. And this was an odd dream. Firstly, Sean was almost never aware that he was dreaming when he was dreaming. That was confusing. Secondly, Viggo usually didn't offer even token resistance to his dream-advances. And thirdly, Orli and Viggo weren't usually so talkative in his dreams. Too much thinking, not enough wet dream! He finally shoved Viggo over and caught his lips. The kiss was sweet and messy. Viggo seemed to be trying to push him off at first, but then the dream settled down as Viggo groaned and kissed him back. Viggo's body was quickly responding. Sean murmured into the kiss, "I want you."
"Definitely scotch," Viggo agreed when they came up for air. And this was really not how the dream usually went. "Orli, help me with him!"
Come on, luv. I know you want him, but I really don't think you're in any shape to do anything about that tonight, said Orli, who sounded suspiciously like he was laughing at him. Sean let himself be manipulated and rolled over, then reached up and caught Orli in a crushing bear hug. Apparently, Orli wasn't expecting this move, and Sean thought that kissing Orli was easily as good as kissing Viggo. Different. But good.
"I hate to admit it, but I think you're right," Sean replied. "So. Why don't you fuck me, instead? Then Viggo can fuck you. I bet you look good in the middle.
"Jesus H. Christ! Is he always like this?!" Orli struggled free. The other two were both touching him now, and that was more like it. Strong hands were positioning him, rolling him on his side.
"Never! I think he thinks he's dreaming… Viggo settled in behind him, spooning around him, pressing a prominent erection into his cleft. Sean sighed in satisfaction and pressed back into the embrace. Somewhere, Orli was chuckling.
But Viggo's soothing voice was in his ear. "Come on, lover. Go to sleep now. If you keep this up, we really will do you, and not only will you be hung over tomorrow, you won't be able to walk."
Sean barely heard him, as he slipped back into sleep.
His head was pounding, and his mouth tasted nasty. Definitely scotch, he thought. What had he done last night?! He couldn't remember the last time he had really tied one on. He shifted carefully and tried to take stock of all his symptoms. Well, at least he didn't feel any nausea. He groaned and rolled over to grope for the water he hoped he had left himself by the bed.
"Good morning!" said a disgustingly cheerful voice, as his hand landed not on the bedside table, but on what was almost certainly someone's thigh. Sean yelped and scrabbled away, sitting up far too quickly for his head and nearly falling to the floor as he tried to move away from the stranger in his bed and twist to see him at the same time.
Viggo. What was Viggo doing here? Then he heard low laughter behind him and turned to see Orli coming into the room with two steaming mugs.
"So our Beautiful Dreamer is a wake at last?" Orli asked. Definitely laughing. And as Sean took in the room he realized this definitely wasn't his place.
"How did I get here?" he asked. But he hardly needed to. It was all coming back to him in a horrible rush.
"We would have been asking you that," said Orli with a grin, "But Michelle was asking after you this morning, and between us we figured it out. Apparently you met her in the café down the street and bribed her with dinner to open the door for you."
Yes, Sean remembered that. And he remembered a lot of other things, too, including finding the two of them asleep and crawling naked into bed with them. Which made him realize that under the thin sheet he was the only naked person in the room. Before he could stop himself, he caught the edge of the sheet and tugged it up a little higher. Both of them, bastards, laughed at the gesture. But then Orli handed him one of the mugs of coffee, and was almost instantly forgiven.
"You realize you took almost ten years off my life last night," said Viggo. "I woke up with my boyfriend in my arms, but someone else snoring in my ear."
"He screamed like a girl," snickered Orli. "And meanwhile, you slept like the dead. We never really managed to wake you up, even when you were trying to molest Viggo and begging us to have our wicked way with you."
"Oh, God. I didn't." Sean slumped back down onto the pillows, causing Orli to shout and grab for the mug Sean was weakly trying to set down by the bed. "I did not do those things. That was a dream." He pulled the covers up to his chin and tried very hard to resist the urge just to pull them all the way over his head and hide.
"Oh, yes, you did," said Viggo, sounding completely too amused. "And Orli and I have agreed that we can't let that sort of loutish, drunken behavior go unpunished. So…" he paused for dramatic effect, grinning that maniacal grin, "No clothes for you today."
Sean just stared up wide-eyed from where he had the coverlet pulled up to his nose. Viggo was giving him a wolfish grin and the promise of what was going to happen during his no clothes punishment was so clear in Viggo's eyes that Sean was again fighting the urge to pull up the covers. He was sure he was blushing fifteen shades of pink.
"You have Mr. Jamison in half an hour," Orli reminded Viggo, apparently seeing the same thing in his lover's face that Sean had seen. "If we're going to do anything about a headache cure, we ought to get started, or who knows how long it will be."
"We?!" Sean managed to squeak.
"Well, of course we," said Orli in mock surprise. If anything, Sean decided, Orli's expression was even more predatory than Viggo's. He stood from where he was sitting by the side of the bed and slipped out of his baggy jeans and boxers in one swift move.
"We know you were wanting to see Orli in the middle," said Viggo, who was now also standing to slip out of his sweats. "But the best headache cure is really to be the filling in the sandwich. And Orli very sweetly said that considering the way the two of you have been behaving recently I really ought to give you both a good hard fucking. Not that I necessarily agree that Orli's been anything less than perfect in the last twenty-four hours…" Sean's eyes were drawn back to Orli again as the younger man was tugging insistently on the sheets and slipping back into bed next to him. His body was long and slender and surprisingly muscular, as he slid his arms around Sean and set to work kissing and licking Sean's closest available body parts.
And Viggo was lifting the covers from the other side, pulling them back to reveal his lovers. "Go, on," purred Viggo encouragingly, "He's dying to kiss you again. He loves that, you know. He can make out on the couch all evening with barely the promise of anything else to come." Sean wondered if he looked as wild-eyed as he felt, but if he wasn't going to put a stop to this, probably Viggo's suggestion was the best thing. Sean turned and wrapped his arms around Orli, and found that his tongue tasted deliciously of coffee and chocolate croissant.
As soon as Orli had Sean's full attention, he went pliant and malleable, melting back into the bed so that Sean followed him, hands roaming appreciatively, lips exploring now, nose nuzzling into sweet-smelling curls, tongue finding the swirls of Orli's ear, teeth caressing the soft lobe. It was all Sean could do not to bite down, hard, as cool fingers slipped down through his cleft. Viggo wasn't wasting any time. Sean vaguely remembered that Orli had mentioned an appointment, and with a murmured "Here we go," Viggo slipped a well-lubed finger into Sean's opening. Remembering their first morning together, Sean expected a long, stretching preparation, but Viggo wasn't in the mood today. Sean's hard arousal was already pressing damply into Orli's belly.
"Wait," he managed breathlessly, "I need to get Orli ready."
"No, you don't," hissed Orli, who was pressing up against him, rubbing his own erection up into the slickness Viggo was creating on Sean's ass. "It's a shame we can't bottle and sell you, luv. Let's see. Viggo's had me already this morning, in the bed while you slept, in the shower while we were cleaning up after, over the kitchen counter, and he would have done on the terrace, but I had to draw the line and remind him to save some for you…"
Viggo laughed from somewhere above and behind Sean. He withdrew his fingers and tugged Sean up. As he pressed himself against Sean, Viggo reached around with both hands, lubing Sean generously with the cool, thick gel. Orli was folding his knees back, Sean barely noting the amazing flexibility before he was sinking balls deep into the limber body under him.
Orli gasped. His arms and legs suddenly wrapping around Sean crushingly tight, holding Sean immobile as Orli panted under him. At first Sean thought he had hurt him, but then Viggo said, "Thanks. That's perfect. Hold him just like that," and Viggo was pressing into him in a long, slow push. It was good that Orli was holding him pinned. Viggo had left him much tighter than last time, and it hurt. He squirmed to escape, first pushing even deeper into Orli, then when there was nowhere else to go, irrationally pressing back against Viggo, then flinching away again. His movements were getting groans of appreciation from both sides.
Then Viggo was in and still. "How's he doing?" Viggo asked Orli. He was sounding a little strained. Sean was now braced up on his arms, taking most of Viggo's weight so they wouldn't crush Orli beneath them. Orli was watching him closely, though looking down at him now, Sean thought that with pupils that dilated, it was lucky Orli could focus on anything.
"Why don't you be still a moment and let me work on things for a bit?" Orli suggested. Sean didn't have a clue what Orli could be talking about, but then long fingers were winding into his hair, pulling him down for a long, deep kiss, as Orli began to rock his hips under them, riding Sean from below, his own trapped erection moving in strangely erotic ways against Sean's belly. Viggo stayed still. The burn slowly eased, to be replaced by the breathless pleasure being created by Orli's pumping. Then Sean tipped over the edge, needing to move in Orli's wonderful, tight body.
That was apparently what Viggo had been waiting for. He also began to move in a slow, careful counterpoint. Sean swore. The double stimulation was shockingly good. He suddenly realized why guys put up with the pain of taking it up the ass, if this was the reward. He tried to keep Viggo's rhythm, pumping in as he pulled out, maximizing the pull-push feel, but it was difficult to keep up the necessary concentration, and he was hung over, and Orli was starting to move in very distracting ways, and Viggo was losing patience with the sedate pace, and he found himself just caught between them, Viggo essentially plowing them both into the mattress, and Sean really couldn't bring himself to be bothered with the niceties. He was vaguely aware that he ought to be taking better care of Orli, but was afraid he couldn't carry Viggo's weight on one arm. Besides, Orli was clever, and was looking after himself pretty well. Sean felt warm heat splash over his belly. The feel of it set him off and Viggo's continued thrusts rocked him through the aftershocks. He finally just braced himself to take it, as Viggo, who'd certainly been a busy boy all morning, took a lot longer than the two of them had. Viggo's rhythm finally began to falter and he went stiff and still against Sean's back, then collapsed against him with a groan. Orli gave a gaspy little laugh from under them and said, "Come on, Vig. Get off before the two of you crush me to death."
Viggo pulled out and, apparently seeing the time on the bedside clock, swore and nearly leapt from the bed. Sean carefully climbed off Orli, who was sighed and stretched out his legs. Viggo, emerged from the closet in a pair of fairly respectable slacks pulling a cardigan over his head. He got back onto the bed and crawled over to Sean, kissed him soundly, moved on to Orli, did the same, then got off the other side of the bed and was out the door without a backwards glance. Orli was laughing and swinging his legs over the side to follow him, but Sean just lay in the warm, sweaty sheets, enjoying the liquid golden afterglow and realized, as he was drifting back into a contented sleep, that they really had cured his headache.
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! :)
Acknowledgements: Belated thanks to
dork_elf, who said the magic words that finally sent me hunting for a tape to try. There you go, chica! It's all about you, you, you! *snortle*Chapter 1: Saluting the Sun
Chapter 2: Shava-asana
Chapter 3: Revolved Triangle
Chapter 4: Double Hatha
Chapter 5: Plow
Chapter 6: Warrior I
Chapter 7: Warrior II
Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior II)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior III)
It had been a very long time since Sean had been quite this drunk.
It was 8:30, and he had finally made up his mind. He still had enough functioning brain cells left to realize this was a problem. Because he had said seven. Very firmly.
The gallery looked dark and closed. Lights were on in the apartment above. He could ring the bell. But he didn't want to meet one of them at the door. Have some sort of nasty, confusing, drunken argument in the street. He'd rather have that event in private, where he could offer sexual favors in exchange for forgiveness without the whole neighborhood having to know about it.
So how to get in?
He had met Viggo's shop help, two young, starving artist types, a woman named Michelle and a man named Jerome. If they had just left, they might be down at the cafe. He reoriented himself and made a pretty good show of not stumbling once as he walked the few blocks to the restaurant. And there was some luck. Michelle was just asking for her bill. Sean slipped into the booth across from her. She looked startled to see him.
"Why don't you let me get this?" he suggested, trying for a friendly, open smile and hoping it didn't come off as a leer. She tried, not very convincingly, to turn down the offer, then agreed, with many thanks.
"Where have you been?" she asked, as the waiter left. "Orli has had me watching out for you all afternoon! But he said if you hadn't made it by seven, I should close up, so I did." She looked worried.
"Sorry, luv. I met a couple of mates down at the pub and lost track of time. I went by the gallery and they aren't coming to the door." Which was technically true. Why should they come to the door if he hadn't rung the bell? "I suspect they've gone out on the terrace. Any hope you could do my a favor and let me in on your way home?"
She gave him a sly look, "You realize, as we are talking about Viggo and Orlando, here, that they probably aren't out on the terrace, don't you?" She gave him a broad wink, for ironic effect.
The expected answering chuckle was very difficult to manage, as his inebriated brain had reached that conclusion over an hour ago, long before he even got to the door of the gallery. "Not to worry. I'll make all sorts of commotion in the front room, and drink coffee in the kitchen til one of them staggers out to find out what's going on."
The only thought he could think was, "I'm not drunk enough for this."
Orli and Viggo were wound around each other, sheets draped almost for artistic effect, hiding none of the beauty of curves and planes and angles of two sated lovers, bodies almost one in sleep.
He couldn't wake them. What would he say? Now he thought maybe he was too drunk. It was all so confusing. But he wanted so much to touch Viggo. To explain. Sean pulled the blankets up from the floor and covered the sleeping men. He slipped out of his own clothes and climed as carefully as he could under the covers behind Viggo. He spooned around him, his arm sliding down behind Orli's back. And went to sleep.
"Sean? Sean! Sean, can you hear me?"
Sean sighed happily and tightened his arms around Viggo. He leaned into him and sought Viggo's luscious mouth.
"Sean? Sean, stop it. Sean, how did you get in here?
Sean laughed, "That doesn’t make any sense at all. I'm always here!" It was his dream wasn't it?!
"I'm guessing scotch." Orli's voice. And this was an odd dream. Firstly, Sean was almost never aware that he was dreaming when he was dreaming. That was confusing. Secondly, Viggo usually didn't offer even token resistance to his dream-advances. And thirdly, Orli and Viggo weren't usually so talkative in his dreams. Too much thinking, not enough wet dream! He finally shoved Viggo over and caught his lips. The kiss was sweet and messy. Viggo seemed to be trying to push him off at first, but then the dream settled down as Viggo groaned and kissed him back. Viggo's body was quickly responding. Sean murmured into the kiss, "I want you."
"Definitely scotch," Viggo agreed when they came up for air. And this was really not how the dream usually went. "Orli, help me with him!"
Come on, luv. I know you want him, but I really don't think you're in any shape to do anything about that tonight, said Orli, who sounded suspiciously like he was laughing at him. Sean let himself be manipulated and rolled over, then reached up and caught Orli in a crushing bear hug. Apparently, Orli wasn't expecting this move, and Sean thought that kissing Orli was easily as good as kissing Viggo. Different. But good.
"I hate to admit it, but I think you're right," Sean replied. "So. Why don't you fuck me, instead? Then Viggo can fuck you. I bet you look good in the middle.
"Jesus H. Christ! Is he always like this?!" Orli struggled free. The other two were both touching him now, and that was more like it. Strong hands were positioning him, rolling him on his side.
"Never! I think he thinks he's dreaming… Viggo settled in behind him, spooning around him, pressing a prominent erection into his cleft. Sean sighed in satisfaction and pressed back into the embrace. Somewhere, Orli was chuckling.
But Viggo's soothing voice was in his ear. "Come on, lover. Go to sleep now. If you keep this up, we really will do you, and not only will you be hung over tomorrow, you won't be able to walk."
Sean barely heard him, as he slipped back into sleep.
His head was pounding, and his mouth tasted nasty. Definitely scotch, he thought. What had he done last night?! He couldn't remember the last time he had really tied one on. He shifted carefully and tried to take stock of all his symptoms. Well, at least he didn't feel any nausea. He groaned and rolled over to grope for the water he hoped he had left himself by the bed.
"Good morning!" said a disgustingly cheerful voice, as his hand landed not on the bedside table, but on what was almost certainly someone's thigh. Sean yelped and scrabbled away, sitting up far too quickly for his head and nearly falling to the floor as he tried to move away from the stranger in his bed and twist to see him at the same time.
Viggo. What was Viggo doing here? Then he heard low laughter behind him and turned to see Orli coming into the room with two steaming mugs.
"So our Beautiful Dreamer is a wake at last?" Orli asked. Definitely laughing. And as Sean took in the room he realized this definitely wasn't his place.
"How did I get here?" he asked. But he hardly needed to. It was all coming back to him in a horrible rush.
"We would have been asking you that," said Orli with a grin, "But Michelle was asking after you this morning, and between us we figured it out. Apparently you met her in the café down the street and bribed her with dinner to open the door for you."
Yes, Sean remembered that. And he remembered a lot of other things, too, including finding the two of them asleep and crawling naked into bed with them. Which made him realize that under the thin sheet he was the only naked person in the room. Before he could stop himself, he caught the edge of the sheet and tugged it up a little higher. Both of them, bastards, laughed at the gesture. But then Orli handed him one of the mugs of coffee, and was almost instantly forgiven.
"You realize you took almost ten years off my life last night," said Viggo. "I woke up with my boyfriend in my arms, but someone else snoring in my ear."
"He screamed like a girl," snickered Orli. "And meanwhile, you slept like the dead. We never really managed to wake you up, even when you were trying to molest Viggo and begging us to have our wicked way with you."
"Oh, God. I didn't." Sean slumped back down onto the pillows, causing Orli to shout and grab for the mug Sean was weakly trying to set down by the bed. "I did not do those things. That was a dream." He pulled the covers up to his chin and tried very hard to resist the urge just to pull them all the way over his head and hide.
"Oh, yes, you did," said Viggo, sounding completely too amused. "And Orli and I have agreed that we can't let that sort of loutish, drunken behavior go unpunished. So…" he paused for dramatic effect, grinning that maniacal grin, "No clothes for you today."
Sean just stared up wide-eyed from where he had the coverlet pulled up to his nose. Viggo was giving him a wolfish grin and the promise of what was going to happen during his no clothes punishment was so clear in Viggo's eyes that Sean was again fighting the urge to pull up the covers. He was sure he was blushing fifteen shades of pink.
"You have Mr. Jamison in half an hour," Orli reminded Viggo, apparently seeing the same thing in his lover's face that Sean had seen. "If we're going to do anything about a headache cure, we ought to get started, or who knows how long it will be."
"We?!" Sean managed to squeak.
"Well, of course we," said Orli in mock surprise. If anything, Sean decided, Orli's expression was even more predatory than Viggo's. He stood from where he was sitting by the side of the bed and slipped out of his baggy jeans and boxers in one swift move.
"We know you were wanting to see Orli in the middle," said Viggo, who was now also standing to slip out of his sweats. "But the best headache cure is really to be the filling in the sandwich. And Orli very sweetly said that considering the way the two of you have been behaving recently I really ought to give you both a good hard fucking. Not that I necessarily agree that Orli's been anything less than perfect in the last twenty-four hours…" Sean's eyes were drawn back to Orli again as the younger man was tugging insistently on the sheets and slipping back into bed next to him. His body was long and slender and surprisingly muscular, as he slid his arms around Sean and set to work kissing and licking Sean's closest available body parts.
And Viggo was lifting the covers from the other side, pulling them back to reveal his lovers. "Go, on," purred Viggo encouragingly, "He's dying to kiss you again. He loves that, you know. He can make out on the couch all evening with barely the promise of anything else to come." Sean wondered if he looked as wild-eyed as he felt, but if he wasn't going to put a stop to this, probably Viggo's suggestion was the best thing. Sean turned and wrapped his arms around Orli, and found that his tongue tasted deliciously of coffee and chocolate croissant.
As soon as Orli had Sean's full attention, he went pliant and malleable, melting back into the bed so that Sean followed him, hands roaming appreciatively, lips exploring now, nose nuzzling into sweet-smelling curls, tongue finding the swirls of Orli's ear, teeth caressing the soft lobe. It was all Sean could do not to bite down, hard, as cool fingers slipped down through his cleft. Viggo wasn't wasting any time. Sean vaguely remembered that Orli had mentioned an appointment, and with a murmured "Here we go," Viggo slipped a well-lubed finger into Sean's opening. Remembering their first morning together, Sean expected a long, stretching preparation, but Viggo wasn't in the mood today. Sean's hard arousal was already pressing damply into Orli's belly.
"Wait," he managed breathlessly, "I need to get Orli ready."
"No, you don't," hissed Orli, who was pressing up against him, rubbing his own erection up into the slickness Viggo was creating on Sean's ass. "It's a shame we can't bottle and sell you, luv. Let's see. Viggo's had me already this morning, in the bed while you slept, in the shower while we were cleaning up after, over the kitchen counter, and he would have done on the terrace, but I had to draw the line and remind him to save some for you…"
Viggo laughed from somewhere above and behind Sean. He withdrew his fingers and tugged Sean up. As he pressed himself against Sean, Viggo reached around with both hands, lubing Sean generously with the cool, thick gel. Orli was folding his knees back, Sean barely noting the amazing flexibility before he was sinking balls deep into the limber body under him.
Orli gasped. His arms and legs suddenly wrapping around Sean crushingly tight, holding Sean immobile as Orli panted under him. At first Sean thought he had hurt him, but then Viggo said, "Thanks. That's perfect. Hold him just like that," and Viggo was pressing into him in a long, slow push. It was good that Orli was holding him pinned. Viggo had left him much tighter than last time, and it hurt. He squirmed to escape, first pushing even deeper into Orli, then when there was nowhere else to go, irrationally pressing back against Viggo, then flinching away again. His movements were getting groans of appreciation from both sides.
Then Viggo was in and still. "How's he doing?" Viggo asked Orli. He was sounding a little strained. Sean was now braced up on his arms, taking most of Viggo's weight so they wouldn't crush Orli beneath them. Orli was watching him closely, though looking down at him now, Sean thought that with pupils that dilated, it was lucky Orli could focus on anything.
"Why don't you be still a moment and let me work on things for a bit?" Orli suggested. Sean didn't have a clue what Orli could be talking about, but then long fingers were winding into his hair, pulling him down for a long, deep kiss, as Orli began to rock his hips under them, riding Sean from below, his own trapped erection moving in strangely erotic ways against Sean's belly. Viggo stayed still. The burn slowly eased, to be replaced by the breathless pleasure being created by Orli's pumping. Then Sean tipped over the edge, needing to move in Orli's wonderful, tight body.
That was apparently what Viggo had been waiting for. He also began to move in a slow, careful counterpoint. Sean swore. The double stimulation was shockingly good. He suddenly realized why guys put up with the pain of taking it up the ass, if this was the reward. He tried to keep Viggo's rhythm, pumping in as he pulled out, maximizing the pull-push feel, but it was difficult to keep up the necessary concentration, and he was hung over, and Orli was starting to move in very distracting ways, and Viggo was losing patience with the sedate pace, and he found himself just caught between them, Viggo essentially plowing them both into the mattress, and Sean really couldn't bring himself to be bothered with the niceties. He was vaguely aware that he ought to be taking better care of Orli, but was afraid he couldn't carry Viggo's weight on one arm. Besides, Orli was clever, and was looking after himself pretty well. Sean felt warm heat splash over his belly. The feel of it set him off and Viggo's continued thrusts rocked him through the aftershocks. He finally just braced himself to take it, as Viggo, who'd certainly been a busy boy all morning, took a lot longer than the two of them had. Viggo's rhythm finally began to falter and he went stiff and still against Sean's back, then collapsed against him with a groan. Orli gave a gaspy little laugh from under them and said, "Come on, Vig. Get off before the two of you crush me to death."
Viggo pulled out and, apparently seeing the time on the bedside clock, swore and nearly leapt from the bed. Sean carefully climbed off Orli, who was sighed and stretched out his legs. Viggo, emerged from the closet in a pair of fairly respectable slacks pulling a cardigan over his head. He got back onto the bed and crawled over to Sean, kissed him soundly, moved on to Orli, did the same, then got off the other side of the bed and was out the door without a backwards glance. Orli was laughing and swinging his legs over the side to follow him, but Sean just lay in the warm, sweaty sheets, enjoying the liquid golden afterglow and realized, as he was drifting back into a contented sleep, that they really had cured his headache.
