Wake Up Call

by Vivi

It wasn't in Sean's nature to complain when sex was involved. In any given choice where the situation was a toss up between being alone and getting laid, well, the scale was always going to lean towards the sexual half of the equation. Even if it meant regularly losing sleep because some people didn't share things like pillows and blankets and beds properly.

Especially if the person was someone like Viggo.

Waking up with his bare arse wagging out in the cold wasn't the best of ways to greet the early morning hours but it was all right. Sure it was. So long as he also woke up sometimes with a slick, hot mouth trying to suck his soul out through his cock, and Lord help him, Viggo could suck the color out of a marble, tie it in a knot and slide it back in with that obscene tongue of his. Mere mortals could hardly complain about losing a pillow or two when you had a wake up call like that on your side.

And even waking up on damp sheets was fine with him, because before he could ‘accidentally' jab his sleeping partner in the back with a sharp elbow, he would remember just how those sheets got damp to begin with, the way the muscles in Viggo's back shifted, his hands white-knuckled and clenched in the sheets, on his knees while Sean fucked him. Those soft noises he made, desperate little grunts, high and frantic, and his fingers too tight around Sean's wrist as he jerked Viggo off, until he came, spurting wetly over Sean's palm and ruining the sheets for yet another night.

So when Viggo sighed and rolled over, one hand idly searching the floor for his shorts, Sean stopped him with a gentle cuff to the back of the head. Viggo twisted his head to face him, eyebrows raised and seemingly with every intention of leaving for the night.

Well, that would never do.

"Viggo, why don't you just stay here?" Sean mumbled, idly petting long strands of hair away from Viggo's eyes and ignored the amusement shining in them.

"Are you asking me to sleep over?"

"Well, yeah. Since you're already here and all," he said generously. A snort of amusement was the reply to that.

"I thought you didn't like me staying the night," Viggo reminded him. "You said I am a, I believe the word was,‘big-arsed bed hog'."

"I don't like you staying the night," Sean yawned and quickly wound his arms around Viggo's neck before he could roll away, possibly in the same snit he'd wound himself up into when Sean had made the big-arsed comment. No bloody sense of humor. "I just like waking up with you."

The faintly struggling body in his arms relaxed slowly against him, too-warm and crowded in Sean's bed, and any minute now Viggo would roll away, taking half the blankets with him. Eventually, the pillows would make their nightly migration and slither beneath Viggo's head and when Sean woke in the morning he would be bereft of all things except his shorts, and he thought if Viggo could steal those too, he probably would. But that was all right, every bit of it, because beneath the pillows and linens would be Viggo, drowsy-eyed and warm.

And that was just fine.
 

-finis-

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