Sean's had a fair amount of semi-public sex too. "Your turn," Viggo is insistent, pulling back just a little. Sean has to think, but he's enjoying feeling hands on his body, even through the wet Boromir costume, and gets distracted. Viggo says "What was your wildest place?" They move towards each other, colliding a little in the dark. When the lighting has problems, Viggo tells Peter they can't stand around and freeze their butts off, call them when he's ready. This time, though, they are more assertive. They have to shoot the fight scene all over again tonight the camera angles were wrong yesterday, but the water is still as frigid. They blink in the light seeping over from the filming, and have no time to say any more. There's a knock on the door they have to get back to the set. Sean holds him closer, trying to express what he can't find the words for. Then Viggo says with wonder, "But he was perfect, he still is, we don't know why we got so lucky." "We had four months of absolute hell, wondering what kind of damage we did to the baby." Sean can feel the tension, the body memory of agonizing fear. His wives had been so careful: no alcohol, no cigarettes, even sushi was off-limits. Sean shudders, it's every parent's nightmare. Too late to do anything about it, so we just waited." When she got home, I made her go to the doctor, and by then she was five months gone. She was on tour, clubs, drinking hard and doing who knows what kind of drugs. "She was always irregular, it might have even been that night, she sure didn't use a diaphragm then. Into the friendly silence, Sean asks Viggo "What happened with Exene?" There are tough hands over tender cocks, learning each other's rhythms, pushing with abandon against each other, as first one, then the other, comes hard. There's a moment where it might go very wrong, then Viggo breathes out with a low moan. In the dark, they're moving against each other, thinking about it, and finally, Sean's hand burrows under Viggo's tunic. In front of a hundred and twenty people." By this time, both of them are breathing harder at the scene in their minds. She pushed me onto some speakers, pulled down my jeans and fucked my brains out. "She screamed out did they want sex, and they went crazy, they wanted it so much. She dragged me out and started dancing around me, and the music was making the whole building pulse, and everyone was into it. Viggo keeps talking in his mumbly low voice, "One time, I was hanging around backstage in a club, it was really wild, she had the crowd in her hand. Sean says, "Yeah, I never saw them, but I heard about it."
"She had a hell of a show, punk turned up to eleven." Viggo answers, "You know Exene was the singer for X, right?" Sean nods - they're close enough for them to feel each other's every move. Sean has a twisted inspiration, "What was the oddest place you ever had sex?" Sean says, "We should think of hot things," and they feel both of their cocks make little jerks through all the clothing. They're both thin and fit and a little bony, but they huddle together and it feels good. Eventually, Viggo says, "This sucks, get over here, and let's do the body heat thing," and Sean comes closer. But it's not working, they're still shivering. They stay there in the dark, huddled under blankets and towels, trying to get their bodies back to a reasonable temperature. There are no trailers here - it's the middle of Wellington - so the carpark attendant's hut is pressed into service Finally, Peter notices that they are shaking, blue with cold. Murphy's Law everything breaking down when they were knee deep in freezing water all night, fighting an invisible tentacled monster. Viggo and Sean, veterans, just shrug at each other. Notes Thanks to vivi and nienor for the inspirational setting and situation (used with permission). Summary: Body heat and stories are just part of an unexpected friendshipĭedication: This is for childeproof with my love
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