Boundaries
part 9/20
Author: Lostiawen
E-mail: Lostiawen
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: OB/SB/VM
Summary: Interesting things happen when Sean appears during a scene.
Archive: Mirrormere, VOLA. All others please ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings This Chapter: Extremely coarse language, erotic humiliation, snowballing, post-coital rimming, boot worship.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Author´s Notes:
My muses wouldn't let me sleep
until I cranked out this chapter. Especially Orli.
Um. Yeah. Let´s just say that he was very
inspired.
Many hugs and kisses to Elizabeth for her
support, encouragement, and suggestions. (You
rock at dirty language, babe!)
Smooches and hugs to Salix for her nitpicking
and inspiring smut discussions.
And hugs to Eirien for her utter enthusiasm
for VigOrliBean. It encouraged me to hurry
up and finish this chapter. Hope you like
it, sweetie!
By the way, "Shibari" is a term for Japanese
rope bondage, a very intricate and beautiful
way of tying up someone.
Posted Jun. 3, 2004
I stifle a yawn as I get in line for lunch. These early mornings are going to kill me, especially since Orli kept me up late yesterday.
"Stomach trouble keep you awake all night?" Billy asks from his spot in line behind me.
Oh right, that excuse that Orli made after dinner to clear everyone out of our house. "Um, yeah. I´m much better today." God, last night...no, stop thinking about that Viggo. Not unless you want to get an embarrassing erection in the canteen.
Okay...look at something else, like today´s meal. Shit, one of the food service workers is pulling on a latex glove. I shiver when I hear the snap of rubber against skin. Damn Orli. Now I´ll always associate that noise with something erotic.
"You´re looking a bit peaked there, Vig," Billy says. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, but I have to get some air...sorry." I push past him and dart around the corner, glad that my costume covers up my torso. Once I´m out of sight, I take a few deep breaths, centering my awareness on the rhythm of my exhalations so that I can clear my head.
Orli bounces up, greeting me with that wide, happy grin that´s become his trademark. "What´s the matter, Vig?"
I sigh, my brain´s so fried that most polysyllabic words are just too much effort to use. "It´s last night. I can´t focus today," is all I can grunt out.
"Poor Viggo," Orli says, petting my hair. "I need to go talk to Bean about something, but how about a quickie in the Cuntebago afterward to take the edge off?"
There´s no way I´m going to turn that down. "Pull my arm."
"And are you up to playing tonight? Or are you too knackered?" Orli says, leaning in closer and batting his eyes in a playful fashion.
"I can sleep when I´m dead," I say. "I´d never pass up a scene with you."
Orli gives me a quick peck on the lips and scurries off to talk with Sean. I lean back, watching the two of them. The landslide that they were both trapped in was definitely a blessing in disguise, since they weren´t very close before that.
My thoughts stray to Sean swallowing the beer bottle last night without effort. And the more I try not to think about it, the more explicit my fantasies get. Which is irrational beyond all belief, because Sean just isn´t interested; of course, lust never is very rational. Screw it; I´ll just relieve some of my sexual frustration when we fuck in the Cuntebago.
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Orli kisses me on the cheek as soon as we get home and he says, "Keep yourself busy for a bit, yeah? And call me when our food arrives."
I smile. That usually means that he´s got something special planned. My earlier fatigue is gone, and I´m eager for whatever it is he´s set up for tonight. "All right...but I´m not going to be able to concentrate worth a shit."
"Since when did you get so impatient?"
"Bad habit I picked up from you."
He sticks his tongue out. "Wanker," he says as he shoves me towards the couch. "Go write, or do whatever artsy thing strikes your fancy. Just stay out of my hair."
"What little there is left of it..." I say, yelping when Orli suddenly slaps my butt.
"Enjoy being able to mouth off while you can, Vig. Once I go into the bedroom, you have to behave."
"That´s why I´m milking out every single second, elf boy."
Orlando blows a raspberry at me. "Time´s up, filthy human. I´m popping off to the back."
I watch him scamper off to the bedroom with fondness. Well, I guess I could read over tomorrow´s script. I hear Orli rummaging around in the bedroom, cursing on occasion before he starts digging into something else.
Okay, focus on the pages...don´t think about what he´s got in store...hmm, you know, I bet this scene with Aragorn and Arwen would be much better if we did it entirely in Elvish...yeah, that would work...
I hear Orli calling out, "I´m done. Come over here. Now."
I almost trip over myself putting down the script and heading as fast as I can for the bedroom. As soon as I step in, my mouth goes completely dry. Oh, holy fuck...Orli´s dressed in black leather pants that are so tight that they look like they´re bonded onto his skin. And they´re cut so fucking low that I can see the fringe of his crotch hair peeking out from under the waistband.
"Quit drooling and strip," Orli growls, pitching his voice into that low register he uses when we play.
His eyes rake over my body as I remove my clothes. I feel so vulnerable when he looks at me that way, and I´m trembling when I finish pulling off my jeans. He puts my collar on, and my cock hardens as the cool metal comes in contact with my neck. Another little thrill surges through me as Orli reaches for a length of black cotton rope.
"I was in the mood for some shibari," he purrs. "Arms to the side."
Oh God, I love it when he decides to get complicated with his bondage. He folds the rope in half and puts the first loop around the back of my neck. He then crisscrosses it, weaving the rope across my torso. When he´s finished, the rope is woven into horizontal bands over the sides of my torso, joining in the middle to form interlocking diamonds. He grabs another piece of rope and ties my wrists behind my back, looping it to the harness. He´s just finished tying the last know when I hear the doorbell ring.
"That´s the delivery bloke with our takeaway," Orli says. "You stay put." He throws on a robe and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Shit, talk about poor timing.
I hear the front door opening and low voices. I shift around while they´re talking, enjoying the slide of cotton rope over my skin. I can´t wait for Orli to come back and play with me....
Good, he´s done. The door is closing. I wait for him, listening to the steady sound of my breathing.
I hear him coming back, and my heart skips as I hear the creak of his leather pants.
The door opens...what the fuck??? SEAN?
Sean is looking at me with a very stunned expression. He says, "Um, well...you have some interesting hobbies, Viggo."
Jesus Christ...there´s *no* way I can explain this... "Fuck, uh...Sean...God, I´m sorry you had to see this..."
Shit, I can´t look him in the face. Wait...that´s a large overcoat he´s wearing, I don´t remember seeing it before...Hmmm, I don´t remember those pants before, either. God-DAMN, those things should be illegal. They hug every inch of him so well that I can almost discern what religion he is, and it doesn´t help that they´re made out of leather...
Wait a minute...leather? But Sean doesn´t *wear* leather... unless...he´s here to play...which means that his reaction was a setup...
I look up again and Sean´s smirking at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He strides into the bedroom and says, "Pity you couldn´t see the expression on his face, Orlando."
Orli enters the room moments later. "It´s enough for me to see that he´s still blushing," he replies. He closes the distance between us and purrs, "I thought I´d arrange a pleasant little surprise this evening."
My brain´s still trying to absorb and logic through this situation...it can´t be...Sean´s straight, what the hell is he doing here? Before I can analyze this further, Orli interrupts my thoughts by grabbing the back of the rope harness and giving the cords a hard tug.
"Kneel," he barks.
My sub training immediately kicks in and I drop to the ground, shaking. All of my colliding speculations go dormant, replaced by the burning desire to please Orli as much as I can.
Without so much as a glance in my direction, Orli slides the robe off his shoulders and kicks it aside. "Off with that bloody great coat of yours, Sean," he says. I can´t say enough how much I love it when he takes charge. All of his nervousness and self-consciousness just fades away, to be replaced by a person so confident that he just radiates an aura of unquestionable control.
Sean´s lips curve in a sexy as hell smile before he obeys. Holy shit, he´s trying to give me a heart attack...in addition to those sinful black leather pants, he´s also sporting a short, black leather vest; wearing it open so that it highlights his chest muscles. To complete the mind-blowing picture, he´s wearing black calf-length boots decorated with a plethora of buckles, and a silver arm band.
It takes all of my control to keep my tongue from dragging along the ground. If my hands were free, I´d spread myself open right now and beg Sean to fuck me until I´m screaming.
Orli jumps onto the bed. "Sean, I´m giving Viggo to you for a bit. I already told you what his safewords were."
Sean´s going to top me? I hope he knows what he´s doing...Orli hands him a red scarf and Sean stuffs it into my hand. We´re off to a good start -- he knows about that signal.
Sean grabs my chin and jerks my head up, locking his gaze with mine. I run my tongue over my dry lips as he stares at me, his wicked, gleaming eyes sizing me up as if he´s planning on devouring me.
In my fantasies, I never thought about Sean doing this, and the thought of him topping me, of making me satisfy his needs just makes me feel weak inside.
"You´ve been trained quite well," he says. Fuck, he´s deepened his voice and every word is coming out as a rich, decadent purr. My whole body shakes as I listen to him...Jesus, he could just talk me into an orgasm...
"Thank you," I whisper, lowering my eyes. I want him to use me so much...please, Sean, take me...my body is yours...
"Good," he replies, stroking his fingers along my jaw. "Orlando tells me that you´re quite an expert with your mouth. Is that true?"
"Yes." My heart is hammering now, and I can barely control my trembling.
"Then prove it. Suck me off," Sean says, letting go of my jaw. I almost salivate when I see the prominent bulge showing through his pants.
I feel like a kid who´s been told that he can have anything he wants from the candy store. I scoot forward on my knees and I grab the tab of his zipper in my teeth; pulling it down at a snail´s pace so that it doesn´t catch his skin. I can smell his arousal already -- blending in with the scent of new leather to form a heady musk.
I nuzzle Sean´s pubic hair before I use my tongue and my lips to pull his hard cock out of its tight confines, enjoying the sensation of the soft rope pressing against my flesh as I move. As I´m doing so, I hear the whisper of another zipper and a small groan. Soft noises of skin rubbing against skin...sounds like Orli´s enjoying the show.
Mmm...Sean´s cock is as beautiful as I´ve imagined. I rub my cheek against it, inhaling the scent before I take the tip in my mouth. God, he tastes good...
"Stop," Sean says. What the fuck? I back away, confused as all hell.
"Your oral skills are for shit, Viggo," he growls.
"I´m sorry..." Oh fuck, I can´t believe that I didn´t please him. My cheeks are burning up, and it´s painful to keep looking at him.
"Shut up and practice on this for a bit," he says, sitting down on a chair and extending his boot.
He *can´t* be serious. "Guess you aren´t as obedient as Orlando says you are. What a disappointment," Sean says, sounding disgusted.
No...I can´t believe this. I just want to please both of them, and now I´m an utter failure. I turn crimson from shame and I choke back a small sob as I creep forward on my knees. Once I reach Sean, I lower my face to the ground, trying not to fall over because I can´t use my hands. I press my cheek against the carpet and swipe my tongue as fast as I can over the top of his footwear.
Hmm...Bitter, but not as nasty as I thought it would be. And no trace of dirt. Smells like he just bought them. I hear a small growl from above me. Shit, stop waffling, Viggo.
I dive forward and wrap my lips around the tip of Sean´s boot, lapping my tongue against it. I suck as hard as I can, making sure that I hollow my cheeks as much as possible. I hear a sharp intake of breath from above me, and I´m no longer concerned with what I´m licking...I just want to satisfy Sean as much as possible.
I use every trick I know, and I look up, searching his face for approval. He´s trying to remain impassive, but I can see the pure lust burning in his green eyes. I feel every cell in my body coming alive at the knowledge that I´ve pleased him...even my scalp is tingling. I keep up the show, making sure to pull back so that I can flicker my tongue over Sean´s booted foot in a lascivious fashion.
Sean´s eyes turn dark, and he wraps his fingers in my hair. He´s none too gentle as he tugs me up to my knees, and I love every second of it. "Good enough," he says, but his voice is thick and choked. "Lick my cock again."
He doesn´t need to tell me twice. I don´t waste any time, leaning forward and swallowing Sean in one gulp. "Shite!" he screams as he bucks into my mouth, and the tingle in my body has turned into a buzz as Sean starts losing control. Feeling a deep sense of satisfaction, I roll my tongue alongside the underside of his shaft, murmuring in appreciation while he continues moving his hips, fucking my face with shallow thrusts.
"All right. Knock it off, you two," Orli commands. Sean withdraws, and I let out a small whimper of protest. Orli slides off the bed, naked as a jaybird. His diamond hard cock is bobbing in the air as he strides over to me and a dull pang slices through my gut. I want to taste him so badly, to lavish attention on every inch of his stiff flesh. I manage to swing myself around and walk forward on my knees, closing the gap between us. Orli pets my hair, and I´m quaking with excitement, wondering what´s going to happen to me next. I moan as he nudges his erection against my mouth.
I open up, relaxing my throat so that Orli can feed me his cock in one smooth slide. Once his full length is nestled in, I bury my nose in the springy hair around his sex, inhaling the musky scent. I start working my mouth, flushing with pride when I hear Orli hissing out obscenities.
I continue sucking away, enjoying the sounds that I´m coaxing out of his throat. I swirl my tongue around his hard flesh, and Orli gasps. However, he manages to keep his speech even as he says, "You can have his arse, Sean. Just don´t come until I tell you to."
Oh God, yes...I hear Sean catching something and an all too familiar squirting noise. Moaning around Orli´s shaft, I arch my back and spread my legs as much as I can. My cock is dripping as Sean positions himself, and my brain goes into overdrive, imagining that powerful body pounding me into oblivion.
Damnit, Orli must have told him about how I like it rough and fast, because Sean just pushes the tip of his erection in. I try to push back with my hips, but I don´t have any leverage, causing me to mewl in frustration.
Sean chuckles. "Why so impatient, mate? You´ve already got one cock in you."
The tone of Orli´s voice lowers to a silky purr. "He´s a complete whore. If he could talk, he´d spread his pretty legs and beg you to slam into him. Isn´t that right, slut?" I whimper in acknowledgement, making sure that I keep working my tongue over his length.
Sean then eases in about halfway, impaling me by degrees...oh God, his pulsing shaft feels so good inside of me...
"Did I tell you to stop blowing me?" Orli snarls. Shit, I must have cried out. "Stop right there, Sean, and brace him." Sean grabs my hips, and I make a frustrated noise. Every inch of me is thrumming with need; I´m dying to be filled. I try to slide back anyway, but Sean is much stronger than I am, and he blocks me without effort.
"Uh uh, Viggo," Orli says. "You need to reminded of a few things." He grabs my shoulders and I cry out again as he thrusts hard, his hips pumping as he fucks my mouth without mercy.
"You´re just here so that I can stick my cock in your nice, tight hole; or have you suck me off with that talented mouth of yours," he growls. God, I love it when he talks to me like this... I start shaking, my neglected cock throbbing in the air as he continues to ream me. The next time Orli hits the back of my throat; I apply a huge amount of suction, making his eyes roll back into his head.
"Oh yeah...that´s it, you slut," Orli says. "Do it again." I´m about to obey when Sean flexes his hips and moves by a fraction, brushing against my prostate.
Fuck! I push back, craving more, but I forget to pay attention to my task. Orli notices, and he pops out of my mouth. "No!" I plead.
"Quiet," Orli says. He wraps his hand around his cock, and he pumps his fist up and down in slow, lazy strokes. His eyes flutter and he arches back, moaning as he pleasures himself. The scent of his arousal fills the air, and his sex is a hair´s breadth away from the tip of my tongue, driving me insane.
He hears me voicing a complaint and he stops, his eyes dark and pitiless as he glares at me. "You don´t get it, do you? We´ll do what we want to you -- fuck your arse until you can´t sit down and you´re completely slick inside from our come; make you lick us until your jaw is sore and your belly is warm from all of the hot spunk you swallowed, and you´ll love every bloody minute of it."
My breath hitches as he talks and Orli laughs at my reaction. "Oh, you like that idea? Being our come-bucket?" He tugs on his shaft again, murmuring as a bead of moisture appears at the tip. The droplet glistens on his skin, taunting me by remaining just out of my reach.
Holy fuck, he´s trying to kill me. "Yes," I whimper. "Fuck me hard and fill me. Do whatever you want."
Orli nods and Sean rolls his hips in response, brushing over my sweet spot again. I gurgle, arching back as my body is electrified from the contact.
Orli twists his fingers in my hair and yanks my head back. "So hungry for me...but I´m not letting you have it, Viggo," he purrs in my ear. "You disobeyed my orders." He lets go of me and circles over to Sean. "I think I´ll have Sean finish me off, he deserves a reward for his good behavior." Sean grins and parts his lips, eager to comply.
No! Oh God, I can´t believe that I failed again. Despair clutches at me, and I just want crawl into a deep hole and never come out again. "Orlando, please don´t..."
Orli stops in his tracks. "And why not?"
"I´ll die if I don´t get to satisfy you...please, let me have your cock. I promise that I´ll be good this time," I choke out. A single tear falls from my eye, and I lower my head in shame. I´m worthless now -- an utter, miserable disappointment. I can´t believe Orlando would bother dealing with me after this.
To my surprise, Orli tilts my head up, his touch feather-light and soothing. He brushes the droplet off my cheek and positions himself at my lips, offering me his cock.
"You´re forgiven," he whispers. I´m trembling as I open my mouth; my heart´s pounding out of control, and the elation that surges through me rushes straight to my head, making me feel dizzy, high, and stoned. I eagerly devour the head of his erection, lapping at the pre-come welling out from the slit.
Orli lets out a lusty, deep moan, and grabs my hair, holding me in place. Encouraged, I inhale his entire length, making obscene slurping noises as I roll my tongue up and down the shaft.
"Very good," Orli gasps out. "Sean...fuck him." I hear the slight rustle of clothing being lowered, and then stars explode behind my eyes when Sean slams into me, pushing me forward. I cry out around Orli´s hard flesh, but I keep my concentration, pressing my tongue against the sensitive vein on the underside and dragging it across; even though Sean´s pounding into me so hard that his bare skin is smacking against mine with each powerful stroke and his leather pants are creaking.
Orli bucks forward and starts thrusting again. "Look at you, being fucked at both ends and you can´t do a thing about it...you can´t control how hard it is, or who pumps into you first. I can do what I want because you´re my toy...my cock whore, yeah?"
Shit, I quake at his words, aroused beyond all measure. "Do you understand?" Orli growls. God, yes...Orli, Sean...use me, I´m yours. I nod my head with a huge amount of enthusiasm, simpering and opening my legs even more in the hopes that what I´m doing will please them.
"Good," Orli says, tightening his grasp and hammering his hips into me. Sean speeds up even more, shoving into me with a punishing rhythm. I mewl and squirm, but I´m restrained too well. All I can do is to struggle against my bonds, completely helpless while they take my mouth and my ass, claiming me.
The grip on my hair tightens and Orli gasps, "Don´t swallow." He plows forward one more time, and then he throws his head back, screaming as he comes hard. I welcome the flood of salty fluid into my mouth, continuing to work my mouth so that I can catch each precious drop.
Orli´s body is shaking as he pulls himself out. "After you clean Viggo up, you can come," he pants, looking above my head.
Sean presses himself against my back. He then wraps an arm across my chest and pulls the two of us up into a kneeling position. My head lolls back onto his shoulder and Sean seals his mouth against mine, our tongues chasing each other as he sweeps out every last bit of Orli´s come.
When Sean breaks the kiss, he looks at me with such raw hunger that I just melt in his arms. His arm muscles ripple as he tightens his grip to brace me against him. The breath is driven from my lungs as he thrusts upwards, hissing as he buries himself to the hilt inside of me. He pushed his pants just past his hips earlier, and the material is grazing against my thighs as he fucks me into next week. I howl with each brutal push and gyrate my hips as best as I can, trying to bring him off.
My thoughts are scattering, and my awareness is reduced to my four senses...feel of Sean´s cock pistoning into my ass, burrowing so deep that I can almost taste him; the addictive scent of our perspiration and leather; craning my neck so that I can drink in the sight of his face in complete ecstasy, eyes closed, mouth open, head tilted back; sound of me screaming until my throat´s raw, sobbing and begging while he fills me over and over again.
His thrusts soon grow ragged, and he slams into me once more, every muscle in his body tensing as he climaxes with a loud roar. I struggle as Sean´s cock twitches deep inside of me. My neglected erection is throbbing, driving me crazy with need. Christ, I´m going to die if I don´t find relief soon.
While Sean is still panting, Orli pounces on me, kissing me hard and grabbing my shaft. I lose it immediately. I scream into Orli´s mouth, arching back as my cock jerks in his hand, coating it with my release.
I´m still flying high, soaring towards what looks like a white light, when Orli says, "Put him down on his back, Sean."
Sean grunts, pulling me off his softening cock and jolting me back to reality. I´m boneless as he lowers me to the mattress, floppy as a rag doll.
Orli gets between my legs, and he nudges his sticky hand against my lips. "You know what to do."
Somehow, I manage to lick his fingers, sucking off every last bit of my come. After his hand is clean, Orli says, "You missed a bit."
Huh? Before I can figure out what he´s talking about, he pushes two fingers into me, causing me to yelp in surprise.
I gasp, thrashing as he strokes my sensitized channel. He pulls his wet digits out and offers them up. My eyes widen; is he asking me to do what I think he is? "What are you waiting for?" Orli asks.
I lap at the musky fluid, tasting Sean and myself. God, this is just so decadent...so wicked, and I can´t fucking believe that I´m doing it. Heat suffuses my entire body as I finish my task, dissolving my overloaded brain into molten slag.
Orli flips me over after I´m done and unties me. I stretch my shoulders, feeling a bit stiff after being confined for so long. My collar is finally unlocked and Orli snuggles up to me, looking tired.
I pet his hair. "I´m stunned. You really outdid yourself this time."
His face lights up in more subdued version of his megawatt smile. "Yeah?"
"Uh huh." I look over my shoulder. "Come over here, Sean." Sean hesitates, looking like he´s not sure if this is a good idea. "Damnit, you heard me," I say, "Just make sure that you take your boots off." I turn back to Orli, ruffling my hands through his Mohawk. Poor baby, he seems really out of it.
I hear a clunk, some cursing, and then Sean climbs into the bed with us, naked.
Orli chuckles, "Problem with your footwear?"
"Piss off, you tosser," Sean replies, settling in behind Orli.
I lean over and kiss the tip Sean´s nose, grinning from ear to ear when he sputters. He jumps on me, and I yell, fighting back. One of us almost elbows Orli in the face, and he jumps on the two of us, whooping at the top of his lungs. We tumble around, laughing hard as we wrestle.
We finally break apart when we´re all out of breath. Orli crawls over to me again and clings to me like a limpet. Sean resumes his former position against Orli´s back.
"I´m glad you liked tonight´s little scene," Orli says. "We really pushed you."
"I´ll say. I didn´t know you had such a filthy mouth." Orli blushes crimson, looking so adorable that I have to kiss him.
"Oh, come off it," Sean says. "You were infamous for your dirty talk in London."
Huh? Okay, I still can´t string two thoughts together. "Wait, you two know each other?"
Orli laughs. "Yeah. I met Sean at a BDSM party before I first enrolled in Guildhall, and we wound up traveling in the same circles after that. Never actually played with each other for some daft timing reasons."
"But, Sean...you act so straight and vanilla," I reply. Nope, my brain still isn´t back yet.
Sean pats my head. "I never said I was straight, Vig. I just can´t stand hearing gory details about your vanilla sex life and those PDAs of yours are sickening. As for being vanilla meself -- it´s not nice to walk up to someone and announce that you love being bent over and spanked, is it?"
Fuck, I can´t seem to come up with a good answer to that one. Damn.
We just lie there for a while, and my brain finally gets a coherent thought. "So Sean, why did you and Orli act like you weren´t close friends before the landslide?"
"That´s because we weren´t. We may have talked to each other a few times, but that´s all. And Orli faked not recognizing me at all when we first arrived in NZ."
"Um, why?"
"Proper BDSM etiquette. When you meet someone at a play party, you´re supposed to have amnesia about them in the vanilla world. Especially if they´re famous," Sean replies.
"Goddamn, sounds like I still have a lot to learn," I say.
Orli looks at me and says, "There´s always more, Viggo. But don´t be so down on yourself, man...you were fucking amazing tonight. I thought for sure that you were going to call your safeword when Sean did the humiliation stuff."
"And I keep telling you that you´re too easy on him. I´m glad you took my cue and built up on it, but you really don´t push his limits," Sean points out.
"Wait a minute! You´ve been discussing our scenes with Sean?" I say.
"Well, it kind of came up after the first time I topped you..." Orli mumbles.
"WHAT?"
Sean grunts. "Piss off, Vig. Orli always gets this particular little smile on his face when he´s got a new sub. I just put two and two together that morning and thought he could use someone to bounce ideas off of. Besides," he leers, "I badgered him to tell me about your scenes once I figured it out. I´ve been dying for the chance to get at your arse."
"You have?"
"Yeah, ever since I saw you in fight training," Sean says while licking his lips.
Okay, now I´m really confused. "But...we were both free. Why didn´t you do anything?"
Sean replies, "Because I don´t get involved with vanilla people, you daft cunt."
Okay, now I feel a bit insulted. I growl, "I don´t think I was that fucking obvious."
Orli snorts. "Viggo, you may as well have been wearing a sign screaming it. Sean thought I was nuts for hooking up with you after Jemma dumped me." He snuggles closer. "I´m glad you proved him wrong."
I run a hand down Orli´s spine, making him purr. "I´m glad, too. And I´m happy that you were able to talk to Sean for ideas...today was something else. So, Sean...will, um...you be coming by again?"
Sean leans over Orli and kisses me on the cheek. "That´s up to your top."
I look at Orli hopefully, and he starts snorting. "Oh God, Viggo...you make the *worst* fucking puppy dog eyes."
Smart ass. "Fine...the question still stands."
Orli replies, "How´s your schedule, Sean?"
Sean says, "I don´t know...I have this bloody job where I have to swing swords all day and get tackled by this insane madman, but I´m otherwise free."
"Deal. I´ll ring you up when I want to arrange something."
I try to stop a huge shit-eating grin from creeping up on my face. I don´t know about anyone else, but right now, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.
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end part 9