Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

Posted: February 1, 2008
Title: Playing With Fire
Series: Exploring Limits
Sequel to: Gag Order
Author: Ariel Tachna and namárië120
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know the actors and don’t make any claims about them. We just make up stories when we get bored.
Prompt: 10 – Candle Wax
Beta: Sileya the sultry
Authors' Notes: Happy Birthday, elvishlady09!

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With a sigh, Sean settled onto the couch, flipping through the channels until he found the footie match on one of the local stations. "It's so peaceful with the youngsters gone for the weekend," he observed, propping his bare feet on the table and taking a sip of his beer. "I miss Orlando, but I don't miss the Hobbits dropping in unannounced and staying until all hours of the morning."

"Drinking all the beer, and leaving popcorn kernels down the sofa cushions," Viggo agreed, swallowing a mouthful of his own brew before setting the bottle next to a flickering candle on the table and sliding down to rest his head in Sean's lap. He lifted the hem of the blond's rugby shirt to press a noisy kiss to the golden skin of his abdomen before shifting half on one hip, just enough to see the television screen. "And I won't have to watch Orlando doing his best to drown himself in the name of catching the perfect wave." He sighed, his breath warm against Sean's thigh. "Gonna be a long weekend without him, though."

Sean smiled ruefully, waiting for Viggo to settle before resting his hand on his lover's shoulder. "We could have gone with them," he offered again. "They wouldn't have turned us down."

"Oh, no," Viggo muttered. Shaking his head, his stubbled cheek rubbed against the soft fabric of Sean's track pants. "One shiner from being hit in the face with a surfboard was more than enough. Even you've never marked me that bad," he added with a grin up at his dominant lover.

Sean chuckled. "No, my teeth couldn't do that much damage even if I tried," he agreed, his cock starting to stir at Viggo's movements. "Careful there, or we won't be watching much footie this afternoon."

"I think I'm flattered," Viggo laughed, rubbing more deliberately over the growing bulge in Sean's crotch. "More distracting than football? Of course it's not the Blades, or I'd never stand a chance."

Sean flushed a little. "A man's entitled to his vices," he replied defensively.

"Oh, I've come to appreciate your vices," Viggo purred, twisting until he could mouth the hard column of flesh through the soft flannel. His own cock was thickening against the zipper of his jeans, but he resisted the urge to reach down and cup himself, channeling his arousal toward heightening Sean's instead. "Very, very much."

"Good to hear," Sean choked out, his hips bucking up toward the moist heat that wafted through the cloth, "although you might change your mind if you knew just how rough I can get." His fingers burrowed into Viggo's hair, keeping him in place.

"Mmmmn ... you'll have to show me," Viggo moaned on a shortened breath before sucking harder, feeling Sean twitch through the wet cloth. "After I make you come," he added, biting down gently as his hands spread the Brit's thighs wide to give him more room. He didn't make a move to pull the fabric away, the idea of Sean's cream soaking the already sodden flannel making him surprisingly hot. He worked his tongue along the length of the thick column, sucking hard on the way down, using his teeth again on the way back up, doing everything he could think of to drive the man beneath him crazy.

Sean bit back a curse at the sudden, rough stimulation. His lovers regularly made him feel like a teenager again, with all of a teenager's lack of self-control. He started to hold back automatically, but then he changed his mind. If he came now, it would give him that much more control later, when he pounded Viggo's fine arse into the mattress. Throwing his head back, he let his climax take him, his legs jerking as he came, one of them bumping the candle and splattering wax on the skin of his ankle.

"Oh fuck! Sorry!" Viggo cried, righting the candle and grabbing Sean's foot, trying to brush away the cooling wax. "Did it burn you?"

"Nothing to worry about," Sean replied, an idea forming in his head. He reached for the remote and switched off the television. He didn't want any distractions. "Do you trust me?"

Viggo paused from peeling the bits of hardened wax from Sean's skin and looked up, caught by the tone of his lover's voice. Ever since Robert (or "He Who Will Not Be Named", as Orlando called him – Viggo had his own unutterable names for him), they'd both done their best to rebuild Sean's confidence as a dom. This was the first time he'd heard Sean speak with the same easy assurance he'd had before the older man had returned to torment him, and it made his heart swell as much as it hardened his cock. Releasing Sean's foot and sliding to his knees, he looked up at the blond with love and trust shining from his eyes. "You know I do," he answered softly. "Always."

Sean's smile grew at Viggo's reply, at the expression on his face that radiated confidence in his dom. "Get undressed," he directed, moving everything that littered the table, magazines, the week's accumulated mail, Viggo's beer. "Lie down on the table," he added, picking up the candle.

Arousal coursing through his veins, Viggo pulled the t-shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor before unzipping his jeans, uttering a sigh of relief when his cock sprang free to stand erect against his stomach. He quickly kicked away the denim and bowed his head to Sean in a gesture of respect before sitting on the end of the table.

It was such a simple gesture, that inclination of the head, but it had an instant effect on Sean's libido, already revving hard from the blow job Viggo had just given him. "Lie back," he urged, his hand going to Viggo's shoulder to support him on his way down.

Lifting his head to let Sean slide a small pillow from the couch beneath it, Viggo took a deep breath and released it slowly, letting his muscles go limp as he exhaled. He shifted to align the pillow more comfortably under his neck and then stilled, looking up at his lover in quiet anticipation. He wasn't sure what in the previous moments had piqued Sean's excitement, but his nerves were already quivering beneath his calm demeanor.

Seeing Viggo settled comfortably, Sean picked up the fat candle. "This will sting a little bit," he warned, tipping the candle so a droplet of wax landed on Viggo's shoulder. He gave it a second to cool before lowering his head and tracing the edge of the wax with his tongue.

Viggo wasn't able to hold back the flinch when the first drop of hot wax hit his skin. It burned a little, but the pain eased quickly, especially when Sean soothed the skin around the irregular purple blotch. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing through the last of the discomfort before opening them again to find Sean's emerald gaze watching him closely. So much love was imbued in that look that his chest tightened and he had to blink back a sudden tingle of tears. Nodding his head minutely, he kept his eyes on Sean's and tried to prepare himself for the next contact.

"A royal color for the King of Men," Sean commented as he studied Viggo's face, feeling his chest swell with pride at how well Viggo had taken the first experience. Seeing readiness there, he turned his attention to his lover's torso, trying to decide where to let the next drop fall. Tilting his wrist, he drizzled a short line of wax across the top of Viggo's chest. Then, because the asymmetry offended him, he drew a matching line down the other side and then leaned back to examine the design.

"I thought I was supposed to be the artist," Viggo commented softly once the wave of discomfort passed. He wasn't sure if he was expected to keep quiet, but Sean hadn't forbidden him to speak. The mood felt different today, more relaxed than their previous games, not as formal. He wasn't sure if that was because it was just the two of them, or if Sean was going easy on him, or if this was one more aspect of breaking free from Robert's influence, but Viggo decided he liked it. Of course, he liked pretty much anything that involved Sean and bodily contact. "Never been the canvas before."

"I told you I'd broaden your horizons," Sean joked, his laughter shaking the candle and spattering drops of wax across Viggo's chest, one of them fairly sizable. He winced in sympathy. "Sorry, babe," he murmured, kissing the reddening skin around the thick blob.

"Mmnn," Viggo hummed, "'sokay." He arched slightly, wishing he could reach up to pull Sean's head back for another kiss, but some instinct told him that would be going too far. "Do that again?" he asked instead.

Surprised at the request, Sean acquiesced nonetheless, letting another large dollop of wax fall, this time onto Viggo's stomach. Instead of kissing that flat plane, he lowered his head and captured his lover's lips, tongue slipping between them to plunder the hot cavern of Viggo's mouth. He'd known Viggo would make a magnificent sub, and this was just proving him right. He wondered briefly just how far he could take his lover without Orlando's dislike of pain holding him back. Lifting his head again, he decided to find out. Aiming carefully, he let a small drop fall directly onto Viggo's nipple.

Catching his breath in a truncated hiss, Viggo let the pain wash through him, blinking when it suddenly stopped feeling like pain, the heat spreading through his chest, through his veins. Endorphins, he thought, and then blinked again and willed himself to stop thinking, waiting for the next drop to fall.

Leaning forward, Sean licked lightly at Viggo's other nipple, wetting it and blowing across it gently, bringing it to a tight peak, before letting a slightly larger drop land on the damp flesh. He couldn't help appreciating the line of his lover's body as his chest arched up slightly, then settled back onto the table.

Viggo found himself anticipating where the next drop would fall, each sensation – the burn as the wax hit his skin, the tightness as it cooled and shrank, the slight tug when movement pulled on the hairs caught in the wax – adding to the fire in his blood. He could feel his cock stirring, thickening, and wondered how long it would be before Sean noticed it. Just the thought of the wax hitting that delicate flesh was enough to make the shaft twitch against his belly.

Pausing a moment to take in his creation, Sean smiled as he noticed the bobbing cock rising from its bed of wiry curls. He didn't ask, not in words, but he let his hand hover above Viggo's groin for several moments, drawing his lover's attention and giving him the opportunity to use his safe word before tipping the candle to send a small drop onto Viggo's erection. "Eager much?" he teased when Viggo's eyes shut and his hips jerked upwards.

"Shit, Sean," Viggo hissed, waiting until he had his breathing under control again before opening his eyes. He couldn't resist glancing down to see the purple trail hardening on his reddened cock. "Fuck, that feels – " he shook his head, not finding words to describe the heady amalgam of pain and arousal. Taking a deep breath, he looked back at his lover. "More?"

"Stop me if it gets to be too much," Sean requested, adding to the wax already decorating Viggo's cock. When the drops became a solid line, he paused again, looking down to check how Viggo was feeling. The Ranger's eyes were closed, his face tense with anticipation, but not clenched in pain. "Turn over," he directed, wanting to decorate Viggo's arse the same way he'd done his cock.

It took Sean's words a moment to filter through the haze of sensation Viggo was drifting in. When he realized what his lover was asking, he hummed an acknowledgment, pushing onto one elbow before rolling on his hip and settling back on the table on his stomach, all without opening his eyes. The wax flexed and tugged at him as he moved, as if dozens of tiny fingers teased at his skin. A shiver ran through him and he tried to find a position he could relax in, leaning on his forearms to leave enough space so his now fully hardened cock wasn't crushed beneath him. In this position he couldn't see what Sean was going to do next, and that added another dimension to the anticipation. His hips shifted restlessly, the head of his cock brushing the tabletop, its coating of wax muting the sensation. Viggo moaned quietly, the muscles of his ass tightening as the heat in his blood grew to a throbbing pulse of need.

Sean ran his tongue swiftly up Viggo's crack, tasting sweat and the Dane's unique flavor. Using one hand to part the rounded cheeks slightly, he contemplated his next move.

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Having spent the day surfing, Orlando had found himself facing the prospect of bedding down with the Hobbits. Given that the other alternative was coming home to his lovers, it hadn't been much of a choice. He walked into Sean's house through the back door, dropping his bag in the kitchen and going in search of the two older men. He reached the threshold of the living room and froze, arrested by the sight of Viggo spread out on the table, Sean leaning over him, candle in hand.

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THE END

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