Bottoms Up

Bottoms Up

Posted: March 7, 2008
Title: Bottoms Up
Series: Exploring Limits
Sequel to: Bottoming Out
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: 18 – Paddles
Beta: Sileya the sultry

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"Well, Vig, have you decided what punishment you've earned?"

Viggo didn't expect that Sean would consider letting him clean up the cream Orlando had sprayed over his lap as a punishment. He also didn't think, thanks to his challenging Sean's actions, that he'd get to feel his lover's cock filling him the way he'd hoped. Swallowing regretfully, he dropped his gaze to the floor. "I think I deserve to be spanked as much as Orlando did," he answered softly.

Rubbing Orlando's back soothingly, Sean let the silence stretch for a moment as he searched Viggo's lowered face, giving the artist the distinct feeling that he'd read both his earlier thoughts. "Fair enough," he said finally, "you were arguing, too. But after seeing to Elf-boy here – " he gently nudged Orlando to his feet, judging from the younger man’s recovered breathing that his legs would hold him again " – me hand's too sore to give you the thrashing you deserve." He dipped his head toward the toy box he'd left open on the floor when he'd retrieved the paintbrush earlier in the evening. "Bring me a paddle."

Orlando managed to pull himself upright, but only long enough to figure out where he would fit on the bed without being in the way. Sean's voice still had its dom cadence, so he stayed quiet, the afterglow from the spanking and the orgasm leaving him mellow enough to watch with equanimity as Viggo went to the toy box and pulled out a wooden paddle that looked like it belonged on a ping-pong table, except for the holes in its surface. His arse tingled warmly still when he sat on the bed, so he stretched out on his side instead, angling his body so his belly pressed against Sean where he still sat on the edge of the bed.

It hadn't escaped Sean's notice that Viggo's cock was thick and swollen as he knelt before him again to present the paddle, nor had he missed the hungry look in Viggo's eyes when he'd had Orlando stretched over his lap. He'd put Viggo through a lot already tonight, though the Ranger had taken it all beautifully, and he obviously wanted this. The paddle sounded worse than it felt, Sean knew, the holes in its surface whistling as it swung, but the flat surface would make it easy for him to limit the impact to Viggo's muscled cheeks and away from his undoubtedly tender hole. His fingers curled around the oak handle, knuckles brushing Viggo's palm before he lifted it away. "Over my lap and present yourself," he commanded, his voice steady.

Viggo bowed his head silently and arranged himself across Sean's knees, his slightly greater height letting him use his hands and feet to steady himself against the bare wood floor. He could feel the warm slipperiness of Orlando’s release still coating Sean’s thighs, giving him a sense of connection with both his lovers that comforted his heart. Letting his head fall forward, he pressed a kiss to the golden hair dusting Sean's calf before taking a deep breath and preparing himself for the punishment to come.

After a few experimental moves to refresh his memory of its feel in his grip, Sean brought the paddle down sharply on Viggo's bum, leaving a bright mark on the pale flesh. Viggo's breath caught at the impact and he bit back a moan at the heat spreading over his backside, a different burn than the ache he still felt at being stretched to take Sean inside him. A second blow followed, shattering a rivulet of the wax that decorated Viggo's cheeks, leaving a pattern of the paddle's holes in its place.

Orlando flinched reflexively at the sound the paddle made as it whistled through the air, but the dull thud reminded him too much of the feeling of Sean's hand on his backside for him to question it. He curled around Sean a little more so he could see the blows fall, could see Viggo's reactions. Not that he doubted the Ranger could take it, but more because he wanted to be a part of this in a way he hadn't been part of everything that had come before. He couldn't help feeling a little grateful, though, that he'd been first, before Sean's hand got tired.

Sean landed several more thwacks with the paddle, aiming carefully until the entire expanse of Viggo's backside coloured a dusky pink. He could feel the older man stiffening against him at each contact, his cock a bar of hot steel burning Sean's thigh. "How many times did I spank you, lad?" he asked Orlando, who was watching them both with a heated fascination.

"I didn't count," Orlando admitted softly. "I didn't know I was supposed to, Sir," he apologized. "I'll do better next time."

Reaching back with his free hand, Sean stroked Orlando’s hip lightly in reassurance. "It's all right, lad, I didn't tell you to count them."

Orlando relaxed under the gentle touch, letting the reassurance soothe him. He'd already caused enough problems tonight without making matters worse.

"A dozen, Sir," Viggo volunteered, having felt every blow as it landed on Orlando's rear; hoping he wouldn't anger Sean by answering out of turn, but also hoping to receive at least as many himself.

Sean's tone, when he answered, was amused rather than angry. He might have known nothing got past their eagle-eyed Ranger. "And how many have I given you so far?"

"Six, Sir." Without his conscious awareness, Viggo’s aching muscles clenched in anticipation of another half-dozen whacks.

The hunger in Viggo's quiet answer was so palpable it spurred Sean on despite his own inclination to stop. Varying his placement to spread the blows over as wide an area as he could, Sean counted out the last six strokes, dropping the paddle to the floor and squeezing Viggo's shoulders in reassurance when he'd finished. "That's it, Vig."

Sliding to his knees, Viggo looked up at Sean, the double burn only adding to the need already firing his blood to feel Sean claiming him completely. "Thank you, Sir," he murmured.

Sean stretched a hand to help Viggo to his feet. "Lie down on the bed," he suggested, his voice gentling to underscore that the scene was over. "I'm going to get some lotion for the two of you – just relax, I'll be back in a minute."

Easing himself onto the wide mattress, Viggo rolled to his side, the air cool on his heated backside. Orlando lay beside him, his brown eyes meeting Viggo's with just enough uncertainty to send guilt spiking through him, sharper than any pain he'd endured that night. "Can I hold you?" he asked, not wanting to take anything for granted any more. At Orlando's nod, he inched forward, his arms closing around the younger man's shoulder and waist, leaning forward until his forehead rested against Orlando's. "Are we all right?" he asked softly, wanting desperately to kiss Orlando, but needing the assurance that he hadn't damaged them beyond repair first.

"Yeah," Orlando replied softly, tilting his head to kiss Viggo quickly. "I shouldn't have said those things. I was ... scared, I guess, that I'd lose you both, that you'd realize you were better off without me." He shifted closer to the older man, aligning their bodies completely, needing the contact to reassure him that he hadn't bolloxed everything up with his insensitivity. "I don't want to lose you."

His eyelids falling closed over a sudden spring of tears, Viggo buried a hand in Orlando's hair, pulling him into a deeper kiss of apology and forgiveness. "You won't lose me," he promised, his voice deep with emotion. "Not unless you push me away. I love you, love you both, so much...."

Sean watched a moment longer from the doorway as Orlando and Viggo nestled together, until the need to rejoin his lovers overcame the need to give them time to repair their own bonds. "Enough canoodling without me," he grumbled teasingly, leaning down to drop a kiss on each of his lovers' foreheads before rolling them gently apart. "On your tummies now and let me see to your backsides." A smile warmed his face as the two men's hands found each other, maintaining contact as they moved onto their stomachs.

The kiss and the clasp of Viggo's hand reassured Orlando in a way no words could ever do, enough so that he moved easily at Sean's suggestion, rolling onto his stomach and presenting his still stinging buttocks for his lover's attention.

Moving first to Orlando's side, Sean poured a generous dollop of lotion into his palm, letting it absorb the warmth from his hand before leaning over to smooth it tenderly onto the reddened skin. A heartfelt sigh escaped at the soothing touch, making Sean smile, his other hand rumpling his younger lover's already-tousled hair. He worked the cream in gently, lingering until the heated flesh cooled and drank in the lotion completely. Dropping onto his forearm to bring his head level with Orlando's, he kissed the brunet softly, searching the melting-chocolate eyes. "Better now, lad?" he asked, hoping Orlando knew he meant more than mere physical comfort.

Orlando shifted beneath the soothing caress. Knowing it was intended to ease the stinging did nothing to stop Sean's attention from having another, more salubrious effect. He pushed his hips up, asking for more attention and relieving the pressure on his rapidly renewing erection. "Yeah," he mumbled into the pillow, "but you don't have to stop."

Giving thanks for the resilience of youth, Sean grinned. "That would hardly be fair to Viggo," he chided, stealing another kiss, "but hold that thought." Moving to the other side of the bed, he warmed another handful of lotion, rubbing his palms together to coat them both before applying the soothing balm to Viggo's skin.

The arousal that had never fully subsided flared to renewed life at Sean's touch. The lotion's initial sting quickly eased into a cooling numbness, but each repeated brush of Sean's palms over his skin set it on fire again. Viggo stirred against the bedding, his cock looking for any friction to sate it, but rutting to climax against the mattress wouldn't satisfy the hunger that had been growing in him all night. A deep groan worked its way from his throat as Sean's fingers brushed across his crease and he shuddered, turning his head to meet his lover's eyes. "Sean," he pleaded, pushing up to grasp the blond's wrist. "Don't leave us like this." He paused, struggling for a way to admit what he needed – Sean's cock, filling him the same way his fist had – without hurting Orlando by making him feel excluded again. He’d promised to be more honest about what he wanted, though, and he needed to restore his connection with Orlando just as much as he wanted Sean. "I want us to make love – all three of us." Turning to Orlando, he cradled his lover’s head in his hands, nipping at his lips. "I want to bury myself inside you, make us one until you'll never doubt how much I want you, love you...." He reached back for Sean, one hand still holding Orlando, linking the three of them together. "And I really, really need to feel you inside me."

"Fuck, yeah," Orlando hissed, the thought of being connected to his lovers that way bringing him to full hardness. He rolled onto his back and spread his legs eagerly.

As much as he longed to take Viggo up on what he was offering – the sudden surge of his cock was proof enough of how much his body agreed with the hunger in Viggo's words – Sean knew he'd have to be the voice of reason. A dom's highest responsibility was to ensure his subs' welfare, even when his own body was screaming for relief. "I'm sure I'm going to come off as the bad guy here, but I don't think that's a good idea just now, Vig," he said. "I think you've had enough for tonight."

In a less emotionally charged moment, Viggo probably would have recognized the good sense in Sean's words, but with both body and spirit yearning for proof that they’d repaired the rift between the three of them, he wasn't about to back down that easily. "Shouldn't that be my decision to make, Sean? I know what I can take, and I want you – both of you."

Recognizing words were getting him nowhere, Sean ran his hand down the cleft between Viggo's cheeks, territory he had consciously avoided since cleaning them after the fisting. Regretting the need to inflict even this small bit of unwelcome pain, he let the tip of one finger, still coated with lotion, breach the muscular opening.

The sudden hiss of Viggo's inhalation proved his point. Sliding his finger out quickly, Sean bent to drop a soothing kiss Viggo's hip and then his lips. "Sorry, love. Believe me, I wish I wasn’t right," he apologized. "You'll be less sensitive in a day or two, and then I promise I’ll fuck you as hard as you like. In the meantime, we should probably see about getting the rest of this wax off of you. How does a shower – all three of us – sound instead?"

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THE END

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