Duet

by Vivi and Nienor

"Elijah, explain to me why you want to sleep with me?"

"Because I've never been with a guy before and I want to. And I know you've done it, so..."

"How do you... no, never mind, I don't want to know. That still doesn't explain why you're asking me."

"Why not you? Who could I trust more? I know you aren't going to hold a press conference. Besides, Sean is married, Orli's in denial, Ian is old enough to be my grandfather, and Dom and Billy are already doing each other."

"Nice to win by default."

"Well, you're also sexy as hell."

"I'm also old enough to be your father."

"Which doesn't really matter unless you are my dad, and you aren't."

"I have to admit, your honesty is refreshing."

"Does that mean you'll do it?"

"I was admiring your honesty, not your ass."

"That's not an answer." Silence. "Will you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I will."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"You want to do it... now?"

"Yeah. Now."

"Okay."

"WAIT A MINUTE! Not NOW!"

"Well, when?"

"When we get to a bed!"

"Then say that next time."

"Thanks, Mr. Literal. C'mon, my bedroom is upstairs."

"And there is a bed."

"Yes, there is a bed, you fu... hey! Put me down! That wasn't an invitation for you to treat me like a fucking girl, put me the fuck down!"

"Well, I'm not bottoming, I know that much, so I guess I will be treating you like a fucking girl, as you so rudely put it... second thoughts?"

"Um... I hadn't thought quite this far."

"So, in this room of yours, where there is a bed, are there also condoms? And some kind of lubricant?"

blush

"You really do need Astin looking out for you, don't you."

"I resent that."

"I'll bet you do."

"Where are we going?"

"My room."

"Why?"

"Because I have condoms and lube."

....

"Jesus, that is the ugliest bedspread I've ever seen. How can you be an artist if you're colorblind?"

"You're not going to be looking at it long, so I wouldn't worry about it."

"If that's a comment about your sexual prowess, I'm leaving right now."

"Which one of us is twenty?"

"Neither of us. I'm twenty-one and you're old enough to be my dad, remember... ow! Hey, I said I wanted to sleep with a guy. I could get a spanking from anyone."

"I'm certain you could. Hold still."

"OW!"

"Stop that squirming. No, on second thought, don't."

"This wasn't part of the bargain!"

"Ten... eleven...."

"You're just making fun of me, aren't you!"

"No. Fifteen... sixteen...."

"What're you-- hey. HEY!"

"Nineteen... twenty...."

"Those are my PANTS!"

"Those were your pants. Twenty three...."

"I'm only twenty-one!"

"So?"

"So-- oh my GOD. Oh my GOD."

"Didn't I tell you that we needed the lube?"

"Y-yes... Jesus... fuck, I'm still wearing my socks."

"You've got your naked ass over my lap and you're worried about your socks?"

"Yes, all right? I'm worried about my so... fuck! What did you just do?"

"Hold still and I'll do it again."

"Fuck... fuck, fuck...."

"You aren't holding still very well."

"Fuck... Fuck you...."

"I already told you, I'm not bottoming. In fact, near as I can tell...."

"GOD! Oh, god, oh fuck, do that again."

"...You're going to be the one bottoming."

"How can I argue with-- Jesus!"

"That's flattering, but it's not entirely accurate."

"What the hell are you DOING down there?!"

"It's your perineum. Don't they give you kids sex education classes? It's the twenty-first century already!"

"They don't... teach gay sex-- FUCK!-- ed. Besides, I was homeschooled."

"Were you? Spread your legs, and I'll teach you something else."

"What are you-- Viggo! That's-- Viggo, no way, oh shit, oh shit, HOLY SHIT, that's so goddamn fucking nasty, Viggo, shit, do it again, again, againnnnnnnnnnnn...."

"You really are a wriggly little thing."

"I'm... not, God, you're a sick fuck, don't stop, don'tstop...."

"You're asking me to fuck you in the ass and you're calling me sick?"

"I never asked you to... ah, Jesus!"

"You certainly seem to have found religion in the last few minutes."

"You are such an asshole... OK, no, there is no way in hell you're kissing me now."

"Elijah. Hold still."

"No, no, no, that's sick as hell, I... mmmmmph!"

"...That wasn't so terrible, now was it."

"I think I hate you."

"I think I don't care."

"I think I... oh, great, now you want to take my socks off?"

"Since I'm planning on your feet being fairly close to my face, I'd prefer your socks were somewhere else."

"What's that supposed to... oh, FUCK! Ah... ah... god, warn me before you do that!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmf."

"Shit. Oh shit. You're really not kissing me now. Not ever again. And I thought Aragorn was gross."

"Mmmmmmmmfffmmmmf."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, that feels good, Viggo. God. You could suck a golf ball through a garden hos-- oh my GOD, where'd you learn that? No, don't... don't stop... shit, Viggo, I'm gonna, I'm gonna...."

....

"No. No, don't... don't kiss mfffffff---"

....

"You bastard. You utter fucking asshole bastard. You kissed me. You taste like, well, shit, and worse, you know that?"

"So do you."

"Yeah, but I didn't make you taste of-- no, don't kiss me ag- mmmmmmmmmmmmf!"

"Mmmm?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

....

"You talk too much."

"I do not."

"You do. And you have all the endurance of an eighteen-year-old."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"And you're a hypocrite."

"And you're a bastard."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Well, since you showed me and all..."

"We're not done yet. Get back here."

"I...hey. Hey! Put me the fuck down son of a... you really are an asshole!"

"Which one of us was walking out without letting their partner come?"

"I don't recall anywhere in the deal saying you got to come."

"I was wrong. You aren't 18, you're 12. And you can quit squirming, I'm not letting you go."

"Come on, yo... ouch! You're hurting me!"

"Not yet, I'm not. I could."

"No, you wouldn't. Come on, let me up."

"No."

"I've got to piss. Come on, Viggo!"

"And here I thought you were too young to be into golden showers."

"Ha, ha. That's not fucking funny. Come on, Viggo, I mean it, now... ohhhh, fuck. Fuck, that's... fuck, Viggo, don't you dare."

"You're the one squirming."

"Yeah, well, you're the one... oh, God. Viggo, don't, don't... not without a... ah, Jesus, barebacking's not a good idea."

"No, it isn't. If I let you go, and you try to leave, I am not going to be happy. Do you understand me?"

"...."

"What was that?"

"YES, all right? Yes, I understand, yes, I know I was an asshole for trying to leave."

"You missed 'Yes, I'm going to stay put.'"

"YES. Yes, I am not moving. I am staying put."

"Good boy."

"I don't recall saying, yes, I'm not going to strangle you in your sleep."

"You don't need to. Hold still, this is going to feel a little strange."

"Which part, you folding me in half or... ow! OW! Strange, hell!"

"Hold still and relax, and it won't hurt."

"Easy for you to... fuck! Fuck, ah, stop... stop, please, Viggo, stop."

"Elijah, look at me."

"Please, just stop... fuck, just stop!"

"Elijah, I'm not moving, you are. Hold still."

"Jesus, why do people do this... fuck, that hurts!"

"Shh, calm down and relax, and it won't hurt as much."

"I don't think I want to do this anymore."

"You didn't want to do it before. Just relax... here...."

"What are you... ohhhh...."

"Are you still going to strangle me in my sleep?"

"Yesssssssssssss...."

"How about now?"

"Oh, god. Yes. What the hell did you just do?"

"You quit moving. You know, you could learn to listen to me any time now."

"Why should I listen to a man who would put his tongue... THERE?"

"Shut up or I'll make you lick my fingers."

"...."

"...."

"Mmmmmmmmmm. You can move again now."

"...."

"And talk, too. I won't make you lick my fingers. I can see you're about to explode."

"You're a cruel man, and I don't like you anymore."

"You're ready for another finger."

"No, no, I'm not-- not yet, not-- OUCH, oh fuck, oh God. Viggooooooooo...."

"Now. Like this."

"You've got your FINGERS down there."

"Yes."

"In THERE. Without a glove on!"

"Yes."

"That's sick, Viggo."

"Yes."

"I'm gonna tell Sean Bean about this."

"If you live long enough, maybe."

"OUCH! I wasn't ready for three. That was three, wasn't it? I wasn't ready. You put three fingers in me."

"Shut up."

"...."

"You're squirming again."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are. And your dick's getting hard."

"No, it isn't. It... ahhh. No. It isn't."

"It is. You like this. You like it rough."

"No. You're taking advantage of me. I'm just a kid, and I can't fight off somebody as big as you."

"You could fight Dom, couldn't you."

"Yeah."

"You could fight Billy."

"Yeah."

"You could probably fight Orli. He's too clumsy; he'd fall on your fists."

"Shut up."

"But you didn't ask them, did you?"

"I hate you."

"You want another finger?"

"NO!"

"I'm feeling kind; I won't give you another one then."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels like I have Lurtz on my chest, crushing me to death. That, and a battleship up my ass."

"And you love it. Squirm some more, Elijah. Squirm, and tell me to stop it."

"Stop it!"

"Tell me not to fuck you."

"Don't fuck me! I don't want it!"

"What don't you want?"

"I don't want your fingers in me-- don't want your cock in me. God, Viggo!"

"You're lucky I want you so bad."

"Ouch, that's my ear!"

"You're lucky I don't think I'd last long enough to make you suck my cock."

"You asshole. I'm not sucking that monster. It's not even cut."

"I want you to lube up."

"What?"

"Get on your knees and put this stuff in your asshole. I want to watch."

"You really are a sick fuck."

"Do it, Elijah. I want to see you do it."

"I should have asked Orli. He'd have probably given me a little rub and scrub and sent me on my way."

"You really do want four fingers, don't you?"

"No! Viggo, don't, come on, ow... ow...."

"Shut up and turn over."

"You are such a dick!"

"I'm going to find another way to shut you up if you don't do it yourself."

"All right, I'm going... do you think maybe you could pull your fingers out of my ass first? I think we'd both sprain something if you don't."

"Fine."

"Ow!! Damn fucking... do it a little harder next time and maybe you can take my intestines with it."

"Elijah...."

"I'm quiet, all right? I'm quiet and I'm going. Here. On my hands and knees."

"That's a start. Now lube."

"You want me to stick MY fingers down there?"

"Yes."

"Fine... fine, anything to get this over with... shit, that's cold!"

"Next time let it warm up a little in your hand first."

"Thanks, dad."

"I draw the line at roleplaying."

"This is so sick... I can't reach very well. I'm not exactly double- jointed."

"You can reach well enough. Quit bitching and do it."

"All right! All right... ohhhhh...."

"Feels good, doesn't it."

"Asshole."

"Yes, it is. It's easy to slide your finger into now, isn't it."

"You're SUCH an asshole."

"You're nice and loose, all ready for me to fuck you. And you're hard."

"I hate you. I really hate you."

"You're really pretty like that, you know. Flushed and sweaty, and ready."

"With my finger in my ass."

"Yes. Just like that. You're lucky my camera is in the other room."

"You're lucky I don't kill you just for thinking that."

"You were going to tell Sean, anyway, right? A picture is worth a thousand words."

"And you're supposed to be a poet?"

"Elijah. Use two fingers."

"I can't... urg... I can't reach very well."

"Yes, you can. Do it."

"Fuck... Jesus...Viggo...."

"At least you got my name right once. Elijah?"

"Yeah...?"

"Don't move."

"What... why... are you going somewhere? Don't you dare get that camera, I'll...."

"Elijah, I'm going to fuck you."

"Like hell."

"Like hell, yes."

"Make sure you put on a condom."

"You put it on me."

"Oh, for crying out loud. Do I have to do everything?"

"Yes. Everything I say."

"Fine. Here's your damn condom."

"Now lube me. NO-- warm it in your hand first, or I'll spank you again."

"I'm gonna have black and blue handprints all over my ass tomorrow."

"It's a good thing we filmed Cirith Ungol last week, isn't it."

"You were eyeing me the whole time, too. I saw you."

"I wasn't the only one."

"You were the sexiest."

"What was that? Stop mumbling."

"You're a fine one to talk about mumbling. I said, you were the sexiest."

"That's what I thought you said."

"So when are you going to fuck me?"

"When I'm damn good and ready."

"My asshole is, in fact, a good three inches lower than that."

"Shut up."

"That isn't my asshole either."

smack!

"OW!"

"I told you to shut up. Now, be still and take a deep breath."

"Are you gonna do it?"

"What do you... think?!"

"SHIT!"

"Breathe. Breathe, Elijah. Don't hyperventilate."

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck---"

"Concise and correct. Now be still, and I'll--"

"Oh SHIT, Viggo, FUCK, WAIT just a minute, no more, just wait, WAIT!"

"Take it, Lij. Just kneel down and take it."

"GOD DAMN YOU, VIGGO--"

"Breathe, Lij, come on, breathe for me."

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, Viggo, no MORE, no MORE.... MORE, oh GOD, give it to me. Give it to me, FUCK!"

"That's it, brace against the headboard, hang on."

"Oh, fuck, Viggo, I can't believe it, oh CHRIST, what the HELL are you DOING?"

"Hang on tight."

"Do it, oh fuck, DO IT--"

"Push back now. That's it. Faster."

"Fuck me, yeah, damn it."

"Shut UP."

"Harder-- yeah, Christ, that's it--"

"Be still, damn you."

"I can't!"

"Pushy fucking bottoms, if you're going to move then do it right! MOVE, dammit!"

"I can't!"

"Well, move anyway!"

"You move!"

"I am!"

"Move more!"

"Damn it, Elijah."

"Ohhh, yeah. Yeah, fuck! Move like that!"

"I am definitely making you suck my cock next time."

"Next time?"

"Damn right, next time. Now get on your elbows."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, GOD."

"I'll make you think you can waltz up to me and push me into bed, then dance off Scot-free. You'd be fucking Orli next, and that little shit doesn't have enough sense to remember the rubber."

"God, yes. Make me. Fuck me, Viggo. Harder, do it--"

"You want it harder? I'll give you harder. Scream for me, you little bastard."

"VIGGO---"

"Lijah, GOD!"

panting

"Well, congratulations. They probably heard that in Australia."

"Maybe not, but definitely all the way the ground floor of the hotel."

"And you had to rent a penthouse, didn't you."

"It has the best view."

"Ouch. Ohmigod. I can't move. You've killed me."

"If you mean you want to stay the night, you're welcome."

"Are you really gonna make me suck your cock?"

"I'm gonna make you swallow."

"Mmmmmmmm. Good."

"Elijah?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut up."

-finis-

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