Educating Jared

Educating Jared

Posted: October 2005
Title: Educating Jared
Author: Bee and Myr
Type: RPS
Characters: Viggo/Jared Leto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. We, the authors, make no claim through this work as to the fictive characters/ actual lives/ preferences/activities of the people mentioned herein.
Timeline: 2006
Warnings: This series is rated NC-17 and contains: * Reluctant sexual situations at first * Consenting rough male slash * Language * Blow job * Rimming *
Beta: Alex
Summary: Jared is lured into an empty office to have a painting evaluated by Viggo, and gets a whole different kind of education.

/.../ Indicates thoughts.

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Part 1

"... I don't know," Jared mumbled, but Orlando heard him well enough.

"Look, Jared. Just bringing the painting, you know is the bravest thing you ever did. Viggo will appreciate the effort whatever it is. Just promise you'll show up."

"...fuck... ok," Jared said convincingly. He heard Orlando smile through the telephone. "You just make sure to be there too, dude." He hung up to rid himself of his friend's laughter. /You'd better be there,/ Jared repeated. He was terrified to meet Viggo with his work under his arm. Viggo Mortensen was such a talent, artistically, and though Jared had painted most of his life, he still felt like an amateur.

However, Orlando had convinced him to begin experimenting some more with this side of his talent, and finally he caved in, and would pick out a piece and have Mortensen value his efforts. He knew which...

It was a nude study he had done of himself using a mirror. He was squatting, resting on the balls of his feet, his back to the audience but looking over his shoulder. His naked backside was visible and his eyes were all 'come hither'.

Viggo stood by one of his paintings, eyes unfocused as he listened to the praise from complete strangers, words that meant nothing in their enthusiasm. They were here to see who was here and to be seen - not here to truly study the works on the walls.

Viggo would have left hours ago if not for two reasons; one - his agent threatened to do bodily harm if he tried to sneak out, and two - Orlando said he'd show and bring a new acquaintance, close to a friend by now if the older man knew the whirlwind named Orlando.

Hearing murmured whispers, almost a disturbance to his reverie, Viggo looked up and gaped. Walking towards him was an incredibly stunning man. Tall, slim, well shaped, but the most arresting things were his eyes. They were blue, almost on the scale of Elijah-blue, but more stunning, deeper somehow. Moreover, this man exuded raw sexual, sultry power, akin to a jungle beast on the prowl for his mate. A beast with a package under his arm it seemed. This must be Orlando's new friend... Viggo had seen him before but what the hell was his name! Pondering and clicking off people, recognition snapped his head up, as he finally grabbed the other man's name. Jared Leto.

When the younger man stopped in front of him, Viggo held out his hand, "Hi Jared, I'm Viggo."

Jared reciprocated the kind gesture and smiled back. He noticed immediately the usual shift in the man's eyes. Happened all the time when he met new people but he had learned to ignore it. "Hi Viggo..." He put down the painting. It wasn't handy to carry. "Has Orlando shown up?"

Viggo smiled. "No, not yet. Um... Why don't we go into this office, Jared? It's easier to discuss your work when people are not staring at us."

Jared nodded relieved. He'd already had paparazzi shooting pictures on his way here, so his business in the gallery would be all over the news on the internet tonight.

Seeing Viggo make a sign to his publicist, they went to said empty office. It was nice with a long couch, a TV, a desk, and a bar. "Can I...?" he asked.

Viggo smiled. "Sure. Make a scotch for me while you're at it."

Jared nodded, and then noticed the whipped cream and coffee pot. "I think I'll have an Irish coffee," he smiled and mixed the beverage. Then they went to the couch. Jared picked up the canvas and carefully he unwrapped it.

Unexpectedly, heat rose in his cheeks as he watched Viggo's face when the man began to study the painting.

The first thing Viggo noticed was the play of light, the dark shadings and grazing of shadow over the subject. Quietly studying the painting, the older artist worked from top to bottom, consistence in colour and texture was good, very good in fact. Finally focusing on the subject matter, he drew in his breath; it was a self-portrait. A nude self-portrait. However, like none he'd ever seen before, this one showed Jared from behind, his long hair sweeping over bronzed skin, a come-hither look on his face as Jared glanced over his shoulder, muscular arms tapering down to elegant fingers. The subtle flow of supple flesh along his back, dip, and hollow played with the 'light' in the painting. Looking down further, Viggo saw well-rounded, almost pert butt cheeks, soft and smooth and startling white in comparison to the tan of Jared's back, a darker area between the thighs teasing the senses and hinting at hidden treasures.

Without thinking, Viggo placed his index finger on Jared's shoulder, slowly drew it down the other man's arm, then on to his hip. Almost reverently, the older man caressed the curve of Jared's ass, 'feeling' the satiny-smooth texture of the flesh.

Breathing heavily, Viggo flattened his hand, pressed his palm to the paint covered canvas, and stroked the entire length of Jared's body.

"Fuck..." Then louder when a cell phone rang, "FUCK!" Viggo quickly pulled his hand away as if scorched, and watched as Jared answered his noisy piece of technology.

Jared stared at Viggo for a second with a frown. What got into the man? Concentrating on his call, Jared looked away.

"...yeah, I thought it might be you. Where are you?" Jared sighed irritably. "Can't make it, so sorry..." he repeated mockingly then he chose to throw a few choice words at Orlando in a low hissing tone of voice. "You little twit - you said you'd be here, you cunt. Now what am I supposed to do with this pervert of a friend of yours? He's ..." Jared sent a look in Viggo's direction, but the Dane seemed preoccupied with his painting still, "... he's groping my butt, Orli," Jared whispered with disgusted fascination.

"... yeah. The painting... you know which..." Jared stopped speaking just looking at Viggo doing odd things over the paining with his hands. "... he's doing it again... Orli... I...," Jared said feeling a disturbingly need to go and take the painting and just leave, but then he just stared at the phone in disbelief. Orlando had disconnected on him, cackling with laughter. "You BITCH!!" Jared yelled at his phone and gritting his teeth he smacked the lid and stuffed his beloved blue phone in his pocket. He smiled apologisingly at Viggo who looked up.

Nearing Viggo with small stiff strides, Jared said, "We done here or...?"

Viggo looked up. "Let's play a game, Jared. I'll tell you what I think. I ask you questions, you answer. If you look away, I get to take off a piece of your clothing each time, what do you say?"

Jared's mouth slowly opened and he just stared at Viggo, his brain completely shut down.

"Come on, it can't be that hard," Viggo dropped his gaze to Jared's crotch, then back up to his eyes, "or is that the problem?"

When no reply came his way, the older man spoke again. "Okay, let's start. First question: why this pose?"

Jared blinked a time or two, and then shrugged, "It was just something I've wanted to try."

A small playful smile chased across Viggo's face, tilting his head in a half nod, he asked his next question, "What did you think when I ran my hands over your body in the painting?"

Sapphire blue eyes widened in surprise at the direct boldness of the query. "Uhm, well... I told Orlando you were a pervert, after all, you were fondling the painting!" Crossing his arms in a challenging pose, the younger man waited to see what Viggo would say to that.

"What did you feel when I touched you in the painting; did your cock get hard? Or did you wish it was your skin I was caressing?" Lighter blue eyes bore into darker, waiting for his reaction.

Jared felt his eyes drifting and before he knew it, he had looked away. Searching for the answer he couldn't find, he had to look away to fabricate one; it was a law of nature, nothing he could do to prevent it.

He sighed crossly, and allowed Viggo to take off his knitted scarf. Then he lifted his face and answered, "What I felt?" Jared nodded eagerly, "I'll tell you what I felt. I felt like punching you. I didn't come here to be insulted. I did Orli a favour but as it turned out, he didn't have time for m..."

"Why did you choose that painting?" Viggo interrupted.

"Why?" Jared had the answer to that one so his eyes didn't flicker. "Orli wanted me to pick my most daring work. I assumed this was what he meant!" Jared pointed towards the painting and let his eyes follow the movement. "...shit..." he hissed through his teeth.

Gently, Viggo peeled off Jared's coat.

When Jared's eyes locked with his once more, Viggo pounced with his next question, "Tsk, tsk, having trouble keeping your clothing on?" Starting to look down, Jared flicked his gaze back to Viggo's, hoping he'd not seen the movement. "I'll let that one pass," came the husky whisper.

Distancing himself from the younger man, the Dane picked up the painting again, "When I see this, I see blatant but innocent sexuality. I see invitations and promises, lust and hunger. And I see a young man just coming into his own as an artist."

Shifting the painting to the side, Viggo looked at Jared. "What do you see?" As the American's gaze slid to the portrait, he slowly closed his eyes, realizing he'd fallen for another of Viggo's questions.

Walking over to the slender man, Viggo knelt before him and placed his hands on the trim hips. Slipping them behind Jared, the older artist allowed his fingers to play with the belt loop. Slowly sliding his hands over rounded buttocks, down firm thighs and calves, Viggo stopped at Jared's ankles. "Lift your foot." Removing one shoe, then the other, his light blue gaze travelled up the form in front of him, clashing with deeper blue in a battle of will.

"I don't believe I was ever given a chance to consent to this stupid game," Jared said.

"And yet, you're far into it anyway," Viggo said.

"How about I started asking you some questions?" the younger man retorted.

Viggo smiled, but agreed with a nod.

"What made you choose this room? There are people right outside. I could shout for help?"

"Why? Are you in trouble?" Viggo asked.

Jared closed his eyes in exasperation. "I'm out of here." He put his hands on Viggo's chest but he didn't really move. It was as if he wanted to, but his feet didn't obey. He looked alarmed into Viggo's eyes. They were calm and regarded him with an amused expression.

"What?" Viggo asked. In the same instant, someone worked the door handle, but it soon became obvious that the door was locked.

Jared turned his head back to stare into Viggo's eyes, "You locked the door," he stated the fact.

"Yes, and your eyes strayed."

"But I asked you a question!" Jared protested.

"Sure, but you never reversed the consequences, did you?" Viggo declared.

Slowly, he began unbuttoning Jared's shirt.

Jared sucked in a breath. He was naked underneath that shirt and the last thing he wanted was for Viggo to stare at his chest. The room wasn't exactly warm, and as soon as the shirt was stripped, his skin broke into goose bumps; his nipples growing into hard puckers, mocking him as if they claimed attention with out him in charge. If Viggo dared to touch his nipples, he would react badly. Still, he didn't simply back away and leave the fucking room. Jared was becoming increasingly alarmed by his own participation in this game. He wanted out but at the same time, he stayed as if Viggo were a magnet preventing him.

Looking the lithe form up and down, Viggo smiled to himself, then raised his eyes to Jared's cobalt blue gaze, "You may not have 'willingly' joined into this game, but your body seems to have..."

Moving away a few paces, the older man raised his arms, parallel to the floor, slowly spinning; he peeked over his shoulder at the other man. "I stepped into this willingly, and brought my body to play as well." Looking at the partially naked man, Viggo tossed out a challenge.

"Tell you what, I'll give you the next two questions, and then it's my turn."

Keeping eye contact, his feet lightly slapping against the tiled floor, Viggo moved once more to stand before the younger man. "You up for it, man? You up for a bit of a dare?"

"You're pissing me off and I don't give a shit about your challenges, man," Jared hissed. "You tricked me into this but I..." he stopped before he could voice that he wanted to quit. What the fuck was happening to him?

"You can leave anytime you want. I'm not holding you back. That you let yourself fall for my tricks is entirely your own fault."

/Yeah-yeah,/ Jared thought mockingly to himself. Looking into Viggo's eyes, he still saw amusement. The dare was growing and the Dane seemed to fill the room, his eyes bore into Jared's and intimidated; he felt a violent urge to look away, but that was NOT gonna happen. Jared was naked underneath his black jeans.

Viggo smiled. It was so easy to manipulate the young man he almost felt sorry for him... almost. "You look a bit pale. Want some more Irish coffee?"

In addition, just as the artist foresaw, Jared's eyes strayed to the bar.

/I don't believe this!/ Jared thought, alarmed. Sweat broke out on his cold flesh and when Viggo's hands neared the buttons of his pants, he jerked away. He could hardly stand the thought of him touching his skin, and to spite him, he grew hard, so hard that his erection was visible seconds later on the right side of the zipper.

Jared's stress level went sky high and he almost panicked, his body trembled with an adrenaline overdose and finally, Viggo realised the young man was seconds from fainting.

Smiling, he caught the beautiful creature in time before his knees sagged.

Pulling the limp body close to his, Viggo inhaled the soft scent that was uniquely Jared's. A spicy-musky aroma assailed his nostrils as he hefted the smaller for higher, draping the unresisting arms over his shoulder. Sliding his hands under Jared's rounded ass, he was hiked up, more of his upper body handing over Viggo's shoulder.

Grunting in surprise, the older man mumbled aloud, "Fuck, heavier than you look, boy." Moving towards the ratty couch in the corner, discarded scraps of material, and other debris covering the surface, Viggo lowered his burden onto it.

Watching the gentle rise and fall of the honey-gold chest, Viggo leaned in and kissed one of the dusky nipples, feeling it press against his lips with the lifting from each breath. A soft smile stretched his lips; then sliding up, the older man pushed his lips to Jared's, feeling the soft brush of air as the unconscious man exhaled.

Keeping his mouth secured to his 'victim's', Viggo waited, knowing that Jared would rouse and fight him.

Moments later, he felt the younger man stir under him, then felt hands shove at his shoulders, finally a hand tangled in his hair and yanked hard.

"What the fuck are you doing, you crazy bastard? Who the fuck gave you the right to kiss me? GET off me, you shit!"

Laughing, Viggo sat up, "Sorry, I didn't have any smelling salts."

A volley of slaps hit Viggo unexpectedly, and he allowed it for a few seconds but then he caught an arm in a tight unyielding grip.

Jared stopped hitting him, and slowly his arm was led to the side. They stared at each other and, chests heaving.

"Dirty old man," Jared said between clenched teeth.

"That I am," Viggo replied delighted. "What else?"

"Dirty, rotten, disgusting..." Jared stopped to think how to end the bravado, "...filthy bastard."

"Are you finished? Because then I have a few choice words for you as well."

"Oh really? As far as I can see, I'm the one who has to..."

"Shut up, Jared," Viggo said pressing his hand to his mouth, keeping him in place as he still held his arm to the side.

"You ... are a whining, insecure cunt, a confused piece of plump soft virgin ass, and the only need I have of you is to thrust my big cock in and out of your little tight asshole, got it?"

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Part 2

Snarling under Viggo's hand, Jared tore his head free, "And who the fuck says I'm a virgin?"

Viggo began laughing. "If you take it up the ass, why all the commotion?"

Jared shut his mouth and glared at the older man. His cock hadn't lessened the pressure; actually, he was beginning to feel the need to rid himself of his pants becoming more urgent by the second.

"So, do you take it up the ass? Or do you think you're going to be topping me?" Giving the prone figure a speculative look, Viggo placed his hand on Jared's chest again, slowly drawing it down until his fingers rested just above the edge of the younger man's jeans.

"If you think you're topping me, you'd better be packing some pretty good equipment here, boy..." Quickly moving his hand lower, the Dane grabbed at the crotch of Jared's pants. Darting his eyes up, Viggo smirked.

"Looks like you might be interested after all... and all this protestations for nothing. Tsk, tsk!"

Leaning to the side, Viggo nuzzled against Jared's neck, whispering into his ear, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. You'll like it; I'll make sure you do." Squeezing the ridged length hidden beneath thick denim, the older man licked from crook of neck to ear lobe, nibbling on the tasty bit of flesh.

"Care to finish our game? Or are you interested in starting a new one?"

Jared shook his head and struggled to sit up. How he got here in the first place began to seem a bit fuzzy.

"I'm on a couch. I didn't ..."

"You don't remember, do you?"

Jared frowned. /Remember what?/ How much time had passed exactly? Jared felt insecure a few seconds, then he became angry. He crawled to plant his feet on the carpet.

"How did I pass out?" he asked Viggo, expecting the man to tell him the truth, but Viggo was now in front of him, on his knees, his full lips had stopped smirking and Jared tried to look into his eyes. "Ok... we were doing this right? I cannot look away or..." He made a gesture to insinuate his lost clothing items, and by what he recalled happened pretty fast.

Viggo's face transformed into a soft smile. /Ok... we'll continue the game. I like this game. You'll end up deliciously naked and I have plans for that pretty mouth of yours./ Reaching out, Viggo traced Jared's lower lip. /Such fucking pretty lips, my God, Jared,/ the Dane thought, allowing himself the private pleasure, then he concentrated to develop a new diversion for Jared. It was too easy to distract the young actor.

Sliding his fingers through the younger man's dark hair, Viggo whispered to him, "You were offering to suck my cock, have me fuck you... don't you remember?"

Jared jerked his head back in surprise, "No fucking way man; I didn't offer to blow you! We were..." /Playing a game? How fucking childish is that? /

"We were what lover?" the deep husky purr of the Dane's voice caused tiny shivers to chase along Jared's spine.

"Listen you perv, we ain't lovers, and I did not offer to blow you! We were just playing a game, a simple game, that's it!"

Lifting his middle finger to his mouth, Viggo sucked it in, swirling and twirling his tongue over the digit, wetting it thoroughly with his saliva. Pulling it from his mouth, he reached out and pressed the moist finger to the middle of Jared's chest, slipping it downward until the tip disappeared in his belly button, wiggling it back and forth. Maintaining eye contact, Viggo slowly lowered himself into a kneeling position, his face level with Jared's stomach and crotch.

"Would you like my tongue to do this to your sweet ass? Tongue fuck you, make you wide and wet for my cock? Would you like that, babe?" Staring intently into astonished blue orbs, Viggo waited to see if Jared would look away and lose another piece of clothing.

Jared panted shallowly as his brain helplessly tried to feed him the information. /Don't fucking do it, Jared; he's just trying to make you look away./

Slowly, Viggo's head lowered. Tracing his breastbone, Viggo's eyes kept the contact.

Jared's teeth captured his lower lip and concentrated; he worried the flesh, as he kept staring into Viggo's eyes. His whole system would much rather look at Viggo's tongue, the way it finally reached its destination. Jared cried out as the warm slickness invaded his round navel. He felt his cock respond, the intimate swirls too much and he gasped furiously when the wicked tip licked a few times.

Viggo didn't look to bother if he aimed or not, but he gathered a large portion of saliva and unceremoniously spit into Jared's dimple.

The younger American gasped, "Viggo, you're a shit head! Fuck you!" With wild eyes, Jared almost screamed when Viggo's tongue maneuvered in his belly button. The wet noises insanely erotic and drew his eyes automatically as Viggo increased the little bumps that sent electric buzzes directly to his groin, his hard cock and every possible nerve endings spreading sensation to his skin.

Goose bumps gathered instantly and he curled his toes as his ring muscle contracted eagerly, ready to play. At the same time that this was the most erotic moment in Jared's otherwise eagerly active sex life, it was also the most embarrassing.

"I looked at your tongue. You made me lose... again," he said softly accepting yet another defeat.

Slipping his hands behind his partner, Viggo pulled him closer, cupping the firmly rounded rump. Breathing out through his mouth, soft puffs of warm air wafted over the damp skin, watching as the tiny hairs danced in the breeze.

Tugging on the jeans on Jared's hips, Viggo smiled into the younger man's fixated gaze. "Time you lose these, babe, but not too fast. I'm wondering if you're wearing anything under here. Is there anything between your gorgeous ass and my cock, maybe a nice pair of silk boxers, or perhaps cotton briefs. Or are you naked, nothing to stop me from sliding my dick into your tight ass, filling you with my meat..."

Walking around the partially clad body, the older Artist stepped close to the other man, his chest pressed to Jared's back. Bumping his hips forward, the taller man brushed his rock hard cock against Jared's cleft. Hooking his fingers into the belt loops, Viggo breathed into his ear.

"Feel this, babe, feel how hot and hard I am for you? Feel how badly I want to fuck your tender virgin hole? Wanna slide into you, watch as your ass swallows my cock, feel my balls brush against yours."

Moving to stand before the younger man again, his lighter blue eyes afire with lust. "Don't think you have anything else to remove do you?" Jared automatically dropped his gaze to look at his seminude form, only to groan when he realized he'd been set up again.

"Fucking, cock sucking hell! Two? I need to remove two now?" Jared exploded in irritation at being manipulated again. "You're just a dirty old man, Viggo. Can't get it up unless you use tricks on other people? Huh?" Viggo didn't reply and Jared noticed his pupils hardly dilating at all.

Calmly, the Dane just watched as Jared fell apart in frustration. Then the brunette looked down and saw his Donald Duck socks smiling at him. "There are your items. Remove those, sucker!"

Watching how Viggo knelt in front of him, Jared lifted a foot and Viggo peeled off the fabric with precise movements. Proceeding to strip off the other sock, Jared sighed deeply and Viggo straightened his long body to reposition himself.

Jared returned to stay in eye contact with the man. He was down to his low riding pants. Viggo had a way with not looking into his eyes totally but kind of watching. It was as if he managed to run his eyes all over him but the same time pin Jared's in place... if only the guy would shut up, he at least stood a chance, but Viggo's raspy seductive voice made Jared's eyes look else where. So fucking nosy to see what Viggo was talking about and he didn't have much clothes left.

It wasn't as if he could just break away and leave. The problem was rather that he didn't want to stay away... that the game was turning him on and he was curious...

Sensing movement from the corner of his eye, confirmed two seconds later, when Viggo once more began to close in on him.

"Maybe I don't want to fuck you... yet... maybe I just want to see my long thick shaft inside your mouth," Viggo's soft voice reached Jared's eardrums.

"Like hell, Viggo," Jared whispered back, but the visuals were playing before his inner eye, alluring, tempting and so far out. What on earth would he wanna suck on a cock for? Jared squirmed inwardly because the more he thought about it, the more he needed to convince himself that of course he didn't want to perform fellation on the guy. He was straight, for fuck's sake!!!

Viggo began to nuzzle the back of his ear shell, and he shuddered, his concentration breaking and his eyes closed just a fraction. With a groan, he just flung his arms to each side. Why bother? He had practically lost anyway.

Patiently he waited for Viggo to take off his jeans; anxiety began building up inside his body. Cock sucking? Sodomy? He didn't know what scared him the most, or what would be more thrilling. Viggo's cock would be main cast and so would one ... or both of Jared's orifices.

When Jared threw his arms out to his sides, Viggo quickly brought his hand to the front, cupping Jared's pecs and gently squeezing the nipples. Bringing one hand up to rest just below his throat, Viggo slid the other down, stopping when his fingers slipped under the waistband. Idly moving his fingers back and forth over the soft skin dotted with curly hair, the older man sucked on Jared's nape.

"I want you to unbuckle your pants, but don't pull them down yet." Whispering against the wet skin, Viggo gently rubbed his crotch into Jared's ass, feeling the heated friction stiffening his cock more.

Moving in a dreamlike state, the younger man's fingers deftly opened his jeans, allowing the flaps on each side of his zipper to lay unfastened.

With lazy strokes, Viggo continued to caress Jared's throat, his lower hand sliding further down to cup his soon-to-be lover's cock and balls.

"Just as I thought, nothing under your jeans. Does this mean you're eager for my cock? Want me in you, sliding deep and hard, pushing and thrusting until you scream your release?"

Rubbing his thumb over Jared's slit, Viggo pressed harder from behind, "I want you to suck my cock, boy, make it so wet and hard, I can slip into you with ease. On your knees and open your mouth."

Jared's brain stopped when Viggo's hand crept inside his pants. He didn't have to watch his eyes any longer, and thought it was a relief. Looking down at the alien hand holding the crown jewels, he shrugged, resigned and let his head tilt slightly against the caresses from Viggo mouth.

"Ok... I'll suck your cock," he said dreamily, not really realising what he was consenting to.

The smooth skin on Jared's cock complemented Viggo's hand and he'd love to fondle him for hours but he had business to attend.

Letting go of Jared's genitalia, he took a few steps towards the couch, Jared in tow. Standing with his back to the furniture, he unzipped and his cock was freed. Choosing to step out of his pants, he placed himself to the edge of the couch looking up at Jared who still stood clad in his jeans, although his cock was hard, lying against his stomach. Viggo thought he looked fantastic.

"Kneel in front of me, Jared. Keep the pants the way they are."

Jared looked puzzled. "But..."

"Indulge me, I want to fondle you like that, it turns me on. You look a bit slutty and wanton."

/Whatever. It's your fucking fantasy,/ Jared thought and positioned himself in front of Viggo, who grabbed his head and began pulling him closer, but Jared had seen Viggo's monster of a cock.

"No fucking way I'm swallowing that snake!" Jared said, close to panicking. FUCK! What if Viggo wanted to fuck his asshole after wards? With that hose??? No no no no...!!!!!

Viggo just smiled, an evil glint lighting his eyes as he stared at the man kneeling before him. Threading his fingers through the dark strands, he gripped a handful of the hair and thrust his hips forward at the same time.

"You'll open your mouth and swallow me, I've wanted to fuck those pretty lips since I first saw you. If you behave, I promise to not gag you... much."

Startled blue eyes shot to his, gazing at him intently. Jared could not tear his eyes away from the controlling gleam of the older man. Slowly, parting his lips, he ran his tongue over them, trying to moisten the plump flesh.

"If you suck me off well, I promise to be gentle when I fuck your ass. And if you do a really, really good job, I'll stretch you with my tongue. You'd like that, wouldn't you, slut? You'd like me to stretch your cheeks and shove my tongue deeply into you, isn't that right? I'd lick your hole and taste you, and you'd love it. You would moan like a bitch in heat. You'd beg me to fuck you with my cock, wouldn't you, you slut? Now open your mouth."

Watching as Jared opened his mouth further, Viggo grabbed his cock, and lightly painted Jared's lips with precome, leaking from the slit. When the younger man opened his mouth further, Viggo inserted his cock head, petting Jared as if he was an obedient dog.

"Now suck me off."

Mesmerized at the seductive and almost hypnotic tone of Viggo's voice, Jared finally caved in. The strong musk filled his nose and mouth as the first tang hit his taste buds. Closing his eyes, he just kept the flesh resting there. He knew what he was supposed to do; only he was just not prepared for the rush of heat that made his cock swell treacherously. Then he surrendered. He wanted to, so why not just get on with it?

Putting his hands on Viggo's hips, he let the thick rod sink further into his mouth for as much as he could handle. The soft walls of his mouth glued around the thick prick. He sucked a few seconds to get used to the man's flavour and then he groaned. Retreating a few inches, he slid Viggo's cock back in repeatedly. Sliding the foreign weight on the broadness of his tongue, he soon found himself shamelessly moaning while performing the task. He let his fingers encircle the base of Viggo's dick, working the length as he became better accustomed to the technique.

Viggo smiled, as he watched Jared handle his girth. He was impressed, and to his delight, he discovered that Jared looked like he actually enjoyed sucking cock.

"That's my little bitch. Yeah, suck my cock..." He caressed Jared's hair and held him under each ear to feel his jaw working. "Good little bitch, take more... come on," he cooed and held Jared, head steady. Slowly, he began thrusting gently, forcing him to take him deeper. /Wow,/ Viggo thought when Jared managed by sucking slower, firmer, harder. The boy's eyelids fluttered only a few times, but he never opened his eyes or protested. Just looked concentrated. /Your mouth, lips... your beautiful lips./ "Can't wait to see my cream on your lips... baby... little bitch."

Jared opened his eyes and looked at Viggo's face, contorted with rapture. /When you come, old man, I'll keep it in my mouth and show it to you. Then you'll watch me swallow it all in one gulp, and that's a promise./

Viggo could feel the scrape of Jared's tongue on his sensitive flesh, rubbing on the throbbing vein on the underside. The older man was unsure if he had ever done this before, but from the expert way he handled his dick, he had to have done this numerous times.

Rolling his hips in a small arc, his blonde head thrown back, he began to try and thrust deeper, wanting to feel the head of his cock brush against the back of his lover's throat.

"I want you to shove your fingers in my ass, one at a time slut. I want you to lick them first put them in your mouth alongside my cock. Get them really wet, and do it very slowly. When you get the second finger in my ass, finger fuck me."

Viggo watched in rapt fascination as Jared slowly slid his pointer finger alongside the older man's cock, nudging it gently to make room in his mouth; then the suction really started. Using well honed muscles from years of singing, Jared pulled deeply on the pulsating shaft in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the head and vein occasionally.

As the younger man raised his Sapphire blue eyes to his older lover, Viggo could read the confusion there. "Oh, don't worry boy, you're not going to fuck me, I'm going to fuck you. The only thing going in my ass tonight is going to be your fingers and your tongue, and if you really behave, I'll let you lick my ass long and hard. You'll taste me on your tongue for the rest of the night, and you will love it."

/Not really, Viggo!/ Jared thought. It was a challenge, swallowing come in the first place. He couldn't deal with much else besides that right now.

"Put them inside me," Viggo said, his eyes intense from watching his cock and Jared's fingers take up the space in the younger man's mouth.

Jared retrieved his fingers and reaching around Viggo, the man's cock nudged deeper, and he gagged instantly. Viggo's cock slipped out and Jared mumbled an apology. Putting his finger pad against the Dane's anus, his mouth searched for the well-sucked cock. He liked it. Or rather, he liked Viggo's taste and the combined satiny /steely quality of the powerful organ. He hadn't really realised that about himself, how powerful and strong an organ a cock really was. He was aroused at the thought and felt how much harder he grew.

Viggo heard the young man's groans and he understood something had changed. Leto was slowly turning into the slut he wanted and not a prudish novice. He would have been disappointed if he had had to fuck a reluctant partner in the end.

Leto's finger worked his hole by now, and apparently, this was not new to the younger man. /Good, so what was the show all about?/ He knew what it was about. Leto might have had anal sex with women, but not men. He had probably not much experience with a prostate. Viggo could hardly wait to surprise him. However, no sooner than the thought had graced his mind, Jared accidentally hit his mark, and rubbed it hard a few times, jolting Viggo's orgasm unexpectedly for the both of them.

/SHIT!!/ Jared thought as his mouth was filled with warm sperm. He panicked a few seconds, but then he remembered to calm down and just keep it his mouth.

Viggo pulled out when he was done. He looked at Jared and wondered what happened. Then his eyes and mouth widened as Jared opened his mouth. Inside the soft warm cavity, a huge amount of Viggo's cum was presented on Jared's broad tongue.

"Oh!" he gasped as Jared stuck out his gift half ways. Then the provocative man closed his mouth and visibly swallowed.

His eyes were sin and running his now empty tongue across his lip, he was about to reopen his mouth. Viggo grabbed his chin a bit too hard. "Show me," he said.

Jared opened wide and Viggo bent to lick his lips from seam to seam and back again. Then he plunged the sweet mouth to catch the rest of the flavour.

A few deep breaths and Viggo smiled at the still kneeling man. "Very good, very, very good... almost as good as a full out slut." Slowly gliding his hands through Jared's sweaty hair, he pulled him closer, resting the younger man's cheek against his lean thigh. A few moments of quiet, contemplation and then Viggo pulled Jared to his feet, locking his arms under the musician's arms and tugged him chest to chest.

Swivelling his hips slightly, Viggo's soft cock slapping lightly at Jared's upper leg, "You're horny, aren't you? Don't deny it." The raspy voice interrupted when a rebuttal was attempted, "I can feel your cock wanna play with mine, now take your pants off."

Not breaking the embrace, Jared unzipped his pants the rest of the way, and shimmied until they fell to the floor where he kicked them aside. Viggo smiled through Jared's very entertaining gyrations, loving the wiggling body as it brushed against his time and time again.

The soft intimacy was shattered abruptly when Viggo spun Jared around, pushing between his shoulder blades, forcing the younger man to bend. "Put your hands on the couch arm and spread your legs."

Jared blinked, swallowed; tasting Viggo's flavour again, and closed his heavy lidded blue eyes. Complying quickly, he arched his back, thrusting his hips out. "This how you want me?"

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Part 3

/Whoa! Who just asked that? / Jared was surprised to hear the supplication in his voice, the desire to do as ordered a complete surprise to his usually dominant nature. A sharp slap on his ass and a chuckle was all the answer he got from Viggo.

Dropping to his knees quickly, the older artist spread the firm, milky cheeks and moved in one swift motion buried his tongue deeply in Jared's musky hole, wiggling to push it deeper.

"OHHH!" Jared screamed. Keeping his mouth shut was impossible; the sensations felt so good he was gasping uncontrollably. His eyelids fluttered as his brain tried to distinguish the sensations in the rushed tempo that dominated his entire being. His body trembled, and finally his knees bucked as he yelped.

Viggo knew he was mean as he lifted Jared's hips and dumped him on the couch. Looking down at the beauty lying on his back, he dived in and grabbed him. Pushing the younger man's legs towards his chest, he went for another go. He wanted Jared so loud there would be no mistake to the exhibit visitors what went on behind the door to the office.

Jared was moaning helplessly as the pleasurable assaults took new heights. He pushed against Viggo's hard stabs and nothing seemed to work, his brain was not cooperative right now. All it was capable of was sending signals to his pelvis to impale himself repeatedly. Suddenly, Viggo retreated. It was a shock to his system, preparing for a gigantic orgasm that was suddenly cut off.

Gasping in distress, Jared opened his eyes and regarded Viggo like a starved drug addict would his dealer. "Please!" he rasped. "Please, Viggo." His voice almost panicked at the thought of Viggo not granting him the rest.

Viggo thought a few seconds what he wanted. He dropped the idea of forcing Jared to rim him; he wanted to fuck his brains out. The boy's body was on fire, burning for his touch, for Viggo's touch. Only he could satisfy that particular need. Despite having just cum, the sight of the wanton musician made his cock eager to play again. Wrapping a hand around his huge cock, he spat in the other, then he anointed the thick shaft and crawled closer on his knees.

"Yes! Fucking yes, man," Jared reached for him, pressing his knees against his chest. "Fuck me... hurry."

Viggo nodded, pulling his cock a few times, but he needn't work more than that and lifted Jared's body. Holding the sweat slick hips tightly, he was able to steer inside him not having to use hands at all. Hard he thrust his cock to the hilt in a precise motion.

Jared thrashed with deafening screams of ecstasy. "Oh, oh. That's it! Now fuck me into the mattress, Viggo." The hard thrusts commenced and Jared's screams stopped. A white flash exploded in his mind, as pleasure bombarded his body, robbing him of speech. He was shocked to the core at the heightened sensations Viggo kept sending through his body centred some where in his neither region.

Staring blindly into the ceiling, his climax lurked just within reach. All he could do was wait, and it was worth all the humiliation he had endured this evening. In fact, he'd do it all over again.

Tight hot heat, fucking inferno was eating his cock alive, and he loved it. Viggo wanted to stay right were he was, deep in Jared's ass, fucking him, pounding and slamming for all he was worth. The amount of effort he was exerting was actually scraping the couch across the floor with each powerful thrust of his hips, causing small rivers of sweat to glide down his forehead and sting his eyes. But he fucking didn't care! This was better than any piece of ass he'd had before, and Jared certainly knew how to wiggle and twist his lower body in counter point to Viggo's driving cock. Changing angles, he sought and found the tiny nut sized bundle of nerves in Jared's ass, and pounded it, pleased with the thrashing younger man's reaction.

"Like that, don't you, slut? That's it, baby, use your ass muscles, tighten them up, make your beautiful ass tighter!" By now, the older man was well beyond caring who heard, didn't even care if they broke the door down and watched. Viggo just wanted to fuck this sweet hole over and over again, sliding his heavy cock in and out, deeper, feeling his balls bounce and slap against the younger man's ass cheeks.

Reaching between them, Viggo gripped Jared's dancing and dripping cock, fisting it roughly, "Don't come yet, not yet... no, not yet." Heavy panting breaths fanned the younger mans' face, sweet and smoky. Continuous pounding, moaning and the irritating squeak-scrape of the wooden couch legs created a cacophony of noise, overlaid by Viggo talking filth to Jared.

"That's it, babe, take my cock, open up for me. You want it, don't you, wanna feel me fuck your tight ass all night, wanna feel me slam into you so hard, I cross your eyes. You're my slut, aren't you... you love my cock; want to keep it buried in your ass, don't you? You want my come to drip out of you, slide down your legs..."

Pulling and tugging on Jared's purplish red cock, Viggo twisted his fist, roughly dragging his calloused palm over the leaking head. Collecting the milky substance, he used it for lubrication and began pitilessly stroking and manipulating the younger man's throbbing member. "There you go boy, fucking come for me, shoot your wad. Wanna see you spray your come all over your chest, wanna see it hit you and drip from you. Wanna lick it off you!" With one powerful thrust, Viggo erupted in a body-shaking climax, pumping his come deeply in Jared's ass, coating him thickly. As he continued to plunge his dick into his partner's body, come dribbled out, a soft squelching noise filling the room, accompanying the jarring screech of couch legs.

Jared just stared at the artist, taking all the verbal assaults; he was in such a state that everything felt like slow motion, coming along with his lover.

His rectum was one throbbing sensation; his softening cock lay drooling against his stomach. Little spasms coursed his body, making him do odd things with his wrists and feet. Viggo blew air across his skin, making him twitch every time.

"You're so sensitive I bet I could make you come again just by blowing air on your cock head,"

"Don't start being nice to me. I can't handle that much kindness all at once," Jared said dryly.

"You're back," Viggo said mockingly.

"Uh..." Jared wasn't sure where he had been, the aftermath had been all consuming.

Viggo withdrew from the couch. His long, desirable cock not even soft yet. Jared glanced at it. The monster had just ploughed his ass thoroughly. He tried to sit up and winced audibly, "Oh FUCK, Viggo! What did you do to my ass?" He tried to crawl out, but had to give up trying.

"You're ok?" Viggo smiled and slowly returned to stand in front of Jared who looked into the fascinating organ.

"I can easily do this all night... judging by your wonderful pained gasps, I doubt your little ass can handle more Viggo sausage." Viggo knelt and grabbed Jared's face, licking his lips as if trying to rid Jared's lips of salt, kissing the puffy pink mouth, sliding his tongue inside briefly before slipping out. Placing one hand on the younger man's chest, he pushed, toppling Jared once more onto the couch surface.

"I told you I wanted to lick your come off your chest, and that's what I plan on doing. Now lay there and don't move!"

Spreading the trembling thighs, Viggo hovered over the prone form, staring at the random patters of shimmering fluid. His eyes travelled over the well-defined body, taking in how the shallow valleys and hollows danced with their own hinting darkness.

Languidly following the erratic paths, Viggo lapped tenderly at the flushed body, sipping and swallowing the briny essence. His cock was still hard, despite having just fucked Jared; not just fucked, but ploughed him, deeply furrowed his ass, and with each tongue-stroke, he felt it twitch again.

Once the soft skin was free of the traces of their passion, Viggo nestled into the hollow created by Jared's parted legs, snuggling onto the younger man. Indolently rolling his hips, his stiffening member sliding against Jared's soft one, Viggo began to kiss his sweaty neck.

"I want you to fuck me; think you can get hard for that? Think you'd like to stuff your cock in my ass?" The deep timber of his raspy voice promised dark tales and experiences of untold lusts, enticing and erotic in their hidden depths.

"Fucking fine," Jared whispered. Viggo crawled closer and sat astride of him. Jared looked up. "Just a ride? Nothing fancy?"

Viggo shrugged with a smile. "I'll take your cock tripping far out."

"I suppose it was naïve to even think I was topping?" Jared asked, despite Viggo was readying himself to become impaled. "Viggo, for fuck's sake. I'm not even hard yet."

"You're hard enough. Your big cock is silky and nice. It tastes like marzipan and I want it up my ass." Viggo was watching the younger man's reaction, seeing the surprise as he continued to edge him further.

"I want sweet nectar gather from the slit of your dick. I want your cock head to look swollen just at the thought of my name."

Jared gasped subtly, watching his lover's face intently as his words spilled from his lips. Jared's own lips were parted; his hand grabbed the root of his cock that was indeed eagerly paying attention to the words.

"You want more sex?" Viggo bent forward to nibble Jared's lip. "More body language? Want me to work your hardness, let it slide from my ass and back inside? Repeatedly?"

"...uh!" Jared felt fresh precome oozing from his shaft. He was nowhere near in control of this situation either. He had been out of control the entire evening.

Reaching behind him, Viggo fisted the silken skin, stretching it back and forth, continuously nudging the blunt head of Jared's cock against his opening. Rocking his hips forward, the older man grazed his balls over the crinkly nest of curls low on his lover's belly, shuddering at the pin-prickly feeling.

"You want to feel it, don't you? Want your cock to stretch my ass open, sink into me. You want me to ride you like a fucking whore would, driving your prick into me..."

Leaning over Jared's prone body, Viggo pulled a nipple into his mouth; the suction was strong enough to tent the flesh. Flickering and flitting his tongue over the brownish disk, blue eyes peered up, trying to watch the younger man's reaction.

Releasing the hardened nub, Viggo guided Jared's erection to his hole, brushing it over the puckered ring and smearing the leaking fluid. Spreading his knees wider, Viggo arched his back and gently pushed down, wincing slightly when the bulbous head of Jared's cock breeched him; a tiny fission of pain flared and then was gone. Biting his lip, he continued to push down, sinking lower and lower on the turgid length of flesh spearing him. Finally, feeling the brush of furred legs against his ass cheeks, Viggo stopped, panting slightly.

"Let me know when you're ready for the best bronco ride of your life, boy..."

Hissing with intense pleasure, Jared just nodded. His cock was trapped in a snug hot place, Viggo's muscles flexed around him and he gasped, closing his eyes.

"I hope... I'm ready," Jared said.

Smiling, Viggo bent forward, and moved up and down, always squeezing his muscles, eliciting a strangled cry from Jared, making him sound like he was in excruciating pain or excruciating pleasure. The line was thin and looking at Jared's face, Viggo could tell that the younger man was close.

Opening his eyes at half-mast, Jared watched Viggo work on his body. He didn't look like it took much effort, but when he put his hands on Viggo's hard stomach muscles, he felt how much strength he used to keep up the fucking at no climax level, only bordering.

"Ooh, Viggo," he moaned, realising that Viggo tried to prolong the pleasure as much as possible, and Jared had never had that particular feeling going for even half that time. He was feeling light-headed, maybe even high and he wished the feeling would never end. It felt even better than the obvious orgasm that would eventually follow.

"Don't stop. It's so wonderful... oh yes," Jared whispered.

With each downward slide, Viggo eased his muscles, and then tightened his ass to pull back up, stretching and dragging the rigid flesh. Rotating his hips, the older man slid down again, feeling the gentle stroke over his prostate, nudging the sensitive nodule so that tiny sparks of heated desire danced along his nerves.

"Fuck yeah, oh fuck, that's good!" Lifting his hands, Viggo manipulated his nipples, lightly grazing his nails over the stimulated flesh. "Oh yessss!"

His half-slit eyes gazed at the man beneath him, locking blue to blue. Slowly bringing his hand to his mouth, Viggo sucked on his middle finger, hollowing his cheeks as if his mouth worked a thick cock. Deciding the finger was wet enough with saliva; he traced a pattern over Jared's puckered chest, drawing tight circles. With his other hand, Viggo reached behind himself, flattening his palm against the pulsating length buried in his ass and leaned forward, licking delicately at the toyed with nub of flesh, keeping Jared's hands trapped low on his belly.

Continuing with small, barely-there movements, the blond haired artist stimulated his lover, both chest and organ, hips undulating in minute circles. Lifting to an upright position, pushing his lover's cock deeper into his recess, Viggo gripped Jared's wrists, and drew them up his abdomen, up to his chest, forcing the younger man to palm his nipples.

"Play with me, boy; tease my chest. And I'll do to you what you do to me."

"But ... you just did," Jared smiled dizzy with pleasure.

Viggo smiled back. /Thank you, Orlando. There's no way I can thank you enough for not showing up tonight,/ he thought.

Watching how Jared's head fell backwards, his mouth going slack in a momentarily position of relaxed blissfulness, Viggo imagined his cock sinking into Jared's throat from that angle. He had to force himself to stop doing that, the image created by his inner eye almost had him come unexpectedly.

Jared's head seemed to rotate on his neck until it returned to first position, looking forward. "I'm not really topping here am I? You seem to control us despite bottoming."

"Took you a while to get to that conclusion, didn't it?" Viggo replied.

"What next? I mean after this?" Jared asked, he gasped softly at a particular nice thrust. His finger pads travelled down and around, across and upward, crossing the soft skin surrounding the hard nubs. Gods - that man had a beautiful tan, and obviously, his nipples had taken a brownish glow as well.

Bending his head, Jared stuck out his tongue to swirl the wrinkled flesh between his fingers, he had no idea which one of them moaned the loudest. Again, he was turned on.

"Fuck boy, we're not even done here and you're questioning about more? You are one horny little piece of ass, aren't you?" Viggo ground out the words, his eyes closing as the gentle tug of mouth on a nipple sent shivers towards his bobbing cock. Rolling his hips again, the older man squeezed his lower muscles, raised up, dragging taut flesh, only to sharply impale himself.

Bracing his knees carefully, Viggo leaned forward, pushing his chest more firmly against Jared's seeking tongue. Placing one hand behind the younger man's head, he lifted, "Bite my nipple, and suck on it hard. I want to feel you *pull* on it!"

With his one free hand, the Dane fitted it between their bodies and pinched the pointy tip, twisting and rubbing his thumb over his lover's nub. Continuing the subtle rotation of his hips, Viggo opened his legs wider, pushing his balls deeper into the sharp jabs of the curls at Jared's crotch, brushing the hair against his heated sac.

Viggo rested his head against the younger man's, his lips pressed to Jared's forehead. The angle of his back and legs was uncomfortable, but Viggo wouldn't complain if it got him a good hard fucking from this young cock.

"All night...gods," Jared panted, "I think I'm ready to pass out. Your stamina is unnatural. Fuck, your ass is tight, Viggo." Shivering, Jared felt insane clenches surrounding his flesh, and he hissed loudly and wantonly.

There was a knock on the door. Jared snapped his head and watched. "Did you say it was ... ahhh... locked? I can't remember?"

Viggo just smiled evilly, not stopping.

"Viggo? Are you in there?" a voice called. Viggo kept his gaze at Jared's face, his features so vulnerable, torn between the lust and fear of being caught. "What if you're caught?"

"You'd get caught too," Jared managed to say. He was so close and the fucking idiotic person outside ruined his climax.

"PISS OFF!" he suddenly shouted and Viggo groaned approving, grabbing his jaw to kiss him bruisingly hard.

Jared pinched and pulled the Dane's nipples and felt the rotations of his hip adding more sensation, more clenches and desperately, he moaned his release inside his mouth. /Oh fucking yes, Viggo. Oh god yes, fuck my mouth,/ he pleaded silently, feeling Viggo's dominant tongue behaving obscenely inside his cavern.

Shuddering, he wondered if Viggo was coming too, but the roars in his ear shut out all sounds. The London Philharmonic Orchestra could stand next to him and he probably wouldn't have heard their Overture either.

"Are you coming?" he gasped deliriously. "Are you, Viggo? Gods, you make me feel so fucking fantastic." Despite the fact he was close to slumping like a used rag, he tried to keep up fucking his partner. His legs were screaming for mercy and his chest burned for air, but if he stopped, the orgasm would be over and he would indeed just be a used rag. He was done, all strength driven away by Viggo. What a motherfucker of a brilliant lover.

A small explosion of shudders tore through Viggo when Jared's release filled his lower opening, triggering his own climax. As he continued to plunder his lover's soft, warm mouth, the older man could feel his cock twitch and jerk; evidentially, being trapped between their two bodies was stimulation enough and thick jets of sticky hotness squirted stomach and chest alike.

Ripping his mouth away from Jared's, Viggo leaned to the side, his kiss swollen mouth licking, and nibbling on an ear whorl. "Fuck, yeah, I'm coming," the once deep and raspy voice was more akin to a gentle summer breeze now, exhaustion, and satisfaction enveloping him. Collapsing on the still form beneath him, Viggo shuddered once more, and then lay still, his mind and body separated, each floating in its own world of orgasmic bliss. Carefully, he manoeuvred himself so that Jared's soft cock slipped free, a muted 'thwackt' sound accompanying the movement; Viggo languidly licked a bit of sweat from the neck below his lips.

The rattling of the door roused him slightly, and looking down into heavy, vague blue eyes, Viggo knew neither one of them was capable of moving. "You were told to piss off!" the quick burst of energy sapped what remaining strength he'd had, and he once more collapsed onto his living body-pillow, eliciting a half-hearted grunt from Jared. Mumbling an apology, Viggo snuggled into the warmth, "Come to my room tonight? I think we might need to talk about some things."

Jared just nodded when Viggo proceeded to roll a bit to the side, not to crush him. Jared felt his entire body was throbbing from combined bliss to graphic pains and aches.

"I'm hurting so fucking bad," Jared grinned. "Too bad I stopped smoking. This would be a total awesome moment to get a post shag smoke."

Viggo nodded looking at Jared's reposed face. "You're a beautiful man."

Jared turned his head, surprised at the tenderness. "What?"

Viggo shrugged. "Never mind."

Jared swallowed. /That was fast,/ he thought, nevertheless, knowing filled him with a sweet warmth.

"Your ass hurts?"

Jared grinned, "Yeah. My ass hurts. I'm probably bleeding also you brute Stone Age man."

"Yeah. That's how we break in virgins in Stone Age land," Viggo smirked, reminding Jared of his innocence taken.

Viggo waited a few seconds watching Jared's mind working and when he saw a little smile in the corner of his mouth; he knew he had a date for later.

*****

THE END

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