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Wipeout	By : sagralisse Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 2034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Viggo was waiting for an answer. It was a simple question. Did Karl want to get fucked or not?
"Oh. Yes." Oh fuck.
Viggo pulled away and studied him. Of ce ite it couldn't just be easy. Karl closed his eyes... breathed... tried to think again. "I meant to tell you earlier, but I haven't had... ummm...."
"You haven't had umm?"
"I've always ended up on top. Somehow."
That made Viggo laugh. Karl hadn't regained enough breath to laugh with him, but the sparkle in Viggo's eyes made something flip over inside him. Karl wondered if Viggo wouldn't like to do something less else instead... something less intimidating. Maybe something involving clothespins. Yes, that's me, the freaky bottom that's afraid of getting fucked. For no good reason... just because I've decided that I'm afraid.
Then Viggo's hand found Karl's supremely sensitive cock and curled around it lightly, stroking. He spoke into Karl's ear, breathing warmth. "But you do know..." Viggo's hand grasped a little firmer, stroked him a little faster. "... nothing I do will hurt you unless I want it to. Right?" Karl couldn't answer. He was reminded of the way Viggo could blur anything into pleasure. Karl didn't want to think about that too much because it was fucking scary.
"Oh Christ, Viggo. I want to come."
"No you don't. You want to get fucked, right?"
"Yes."
"Mmmm... good. There's lube and condoms in my shaving kit."
Karl reluctantly untangled himself from Viggo's embrace and made for the bathroom. He didn't turn on the bathroom light. He didn't need his harshly lit reflection to telling him that he was going to panic and back out and screw everything up. He found Viggo's kit in by the dim light and the scent of his aftershave.
Karl felt awkward going back to him, but Viggo never seemed to mind awkwardness. He positioned Karl on his side, halfway on his stomach. Then Karl felt cool slick fingers against his ass. Remember, it's Viggo... it's Viggo.... Viggo teased him into relaxing, then pressed in with two fingers. It felt wrong, not sexy. It felt like something to be endured. But Viggo was pressed close, pushing his cock against Karl's thigh, murmuring to Karl to let him in. It was difficult for Karl to remember whether it felt wrong or really right.
Christ, he really does wants me. Karl felt himself sinking away from everything except Viggo's persistence, Viggo's heat becoming his own. Karl began to moan as Viggo's pushed in deeper and twisted.
"Oh yes, that's sweet. I want that." Viggo's voice dispelled his last memory of reluctance. They shifted together and Karl found himself on hands and knees. Viggo was gripping him by the hips and pulling him closer, entering him. Oh, this is happening now. And then Viggo was sliding into him, slowly and smoothly, like nothing he'd felt before. It felt good. Karl pushed back, wanting more, and gained a hiss of pleasure from Viggo. Viggo pulled back and thrust gently. He found a welt on Karl's hip and teased it, then thrust harder as Karl gasped.
That touch seemed familiar, and then Karl remembered comparing bumps and bruises from sword practice, months and months ago. Viggo had liked guessing how old they were and how Karl had acquired them. He'd touched one, just like that, making Karl think what if? for maybe the thousandth time.
And this was the answer... Viggo pushing at him to move down a little more, to tilt his hips up. Viggo was trying for something, and whatever it was worked because Karl felt a mind-bending rush of pleasure. He cried out, and Viggo fucked him with hard little pulses that made him gasp.
Then Viggo wanted him on his back. Karl knelt up, smiling, and went to him for a kiss. It was still Viggo... the friend he knew and didn't know, who (apparently) liked biting Karl's lips and finding the stingiest places on his back. It was Viggo who probably never asked himself "what if" because he was too fucking centered to be human. Karl bit back, and Viggo grinned. Karl wondered what would happen if he pushed Viggo down and pinned him, but he didn't feel like finding out. Instead he rolled onto his back and let Viggo fold him up and fuck him... fast and slow... attentively, finding that perfect angle that brought a muttered stream of obscenities from Karl, then carelessly, losing himself in his own pleasure.
Later Viggo had Karl stroke himself, had him come while looking into Viggo's eyes. Karl's blood sang in his ears. He rocked and moaned and clenched tightly around Viggo's cock, and too tight suddenly felt right. Viggo's pumped into that tightness. His head went back, eyes closed and he came too, softly growling. Karl could feel his cock pulsing... wished that he would roar.
Viggo slid into Karl's embrace and kissed him again. He rested on Karl's chest, catching his breath. Karl pushed his hair out of his eyes. He looked so good like that, relaxed and glowing. Then Viggo sighed and left for the bathroom. Karl felt like something boneless that had washed up on the beach. By the time Viggo returned he was half-asleep. Viggo had to push him over to make room.
When Karl woke he was alone, and it was getting dark. He showered and put on shorts and a teeshirt. Viggo was on the beach watching the moonrise. Karl sat by him, close enough for their shoulders to touch.
They were quiet. Viggo was listening again to voice of the vast ocean. It spoke to him, murmuring to him its frustration with wind and gravity and its obstinate longing for the moon. Karl watched the moonlight on the surf and dreamed of riding the waves of a great storm.
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