Sean smiled when Viggo took the bag from him, but the smile wasn’t returned. 
Viggo looked confused and unsure.

“Come on Vig,” Sean said gently and gave Viggo the briefest touch on the 
shoulder, “Let’s get to the car before the rain starts.” Viggo glanced towards 
the window overlooking the car park, but it was dark outside and he was faced 
with the dim image of his own reflection. He quickly dropped his eyes and 
clutched the bag tighter.

It hurt Sean to witness Viggo’s reaction and, not for the first time, he 
wondered what could instil such self-loathing. Was it there before he became 
homeless or a product of what he had to do to survive on the streets? Sean 
clenched his teeth and began to walk to the door. It seemed an eternity before
Viggo took the first steps to follow him.

The drive home was spent in silence; Viggo either gazed out the window or stared
at the white bag sitting at his feet. Sean itched to talk to him, but the words
weren’t there yet. How could he tell Viggo all the things he felt without 
scaring the man off again? Sean’s knuckles were white around the steering wheel
by the time they reached his parking spot; he was so frightened of Viggo 
leaving, but didn’t know how to tell him. He turned the car off and sat still in
his seat; words tumbled through his head, but with Viggo sitting quietly beside
him, none seemed right.

Sean huffed out a frustrated breath and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He
got out of the car and stood and waited for Viggo to do the same before he 
walked to the apartment. When they were finally inside Viggo stood awkwardly 
holding the paper bag unsure what to do. Fuck, just like the first time, Sean 
thought miserably as he motioned for Viggo to sit down and said apologetically,
“I have to make a call.”

Viggo nodded and said quietly, “Please tell Orlando I’m okay.”

An unexpected chuckle escaped Sean’s lips and he nodded before picking up the 
phone and walking into the kitchen. Viggo listened to the few words Sean managed
to get into the conversation and knew he was being pumped for answers. He sighed
and looked around the room; it was so familiar to him now yet the nervous twist
in his stomach didn’t allow him to relax. He pulled the sketchbook out of his 
jacket and put it back on the coffee table. It was the early hours of this 
morning when he had lifted the book, but it seemed so long ago. He’d replayed 
the previous night in his head so many times that Viggo had begun to doubt that
it had really happened, that Sean had actually wanted him. Yet here he was back
at Sean’s …

Viggo heard Sean’s gruff goodbye to Orlando and then the sound of the kettle 
being filled with water, he smiled briefly at Sean’s automatic response of 
making tea. However, the smile disappeared when he heard what he thought was a 
cup shattering on the floor. He got up and walked into the kitchen. Sean was 
leaning against the sink with the ruin of a mug on the floor at his feet. Even 
with his back to him Viggo could see that Sean was distressed.

Viggo moved behind Sean and after a moment of indecision he rested his hand 
hesitantly between Sean’s shoulder blades. The gentle touch made Sean’s breath 
hitch and he dropped his head. Viggo’s chest ached at the feel of Sean’s warmth
seeping through the cotton shirt. He didn’t make any sound as he moved closer 
and pressed his body against Sean’s back, just leaning against him with his face
resting lightly on Sean’s neck.

The tears that had been threatening for so long began to fall and, for the first
time in years, Sean made no attempt to hold them back. He reached blindly at his
side until he found Viggo’s hand and clutched it desperately, needing the extra
contact. Viggo closed his eyes and whispered, “It’s okay Sean.”

It was as if the quiet words gave Sean permission he had not had since he was a
small child. He pulled Viggo’s hand around to his chest and wept; it was as if
he cried for both of them although he wasn’t sure why. Viggo raised his other 
hand to the side of Sean’s head and gently stroked his hair.

“We make a bloody hopeless pair, don’t we?” Sean eventually mumbled. He gave a 
small hitching laugh and tried to stop his tears as he turned around to face 
Viggo. Viggo smiled and nodded, passing his hand across Sean’s face in an 
attempt to wipe his damp cheek. An embarrassed flush crept across Sean’s face 
and he tried to turn his head away from the comfort offered, but Viggo gently 
held his face in place and whispered, “I wanted you to touch me last night 
Sean … I still do.”

Sean tentatively slid a hand up through Viggo’s hair pushing it off his face and
said in a very shaky voice, “So I guess dinner can wait then?”

Viggo lips twitched into a grin and he shrugged, “Guess so.”

Sean held tight to Viggo’s hand, the blood thrumming in his ears as he led him 
into the bedroom. Once in the darkened room he let go of Viggo’s hand, smiled 
briefly to check it was okay and started to undress. Viggo glanced at Sean, he 
was suddenly nervous, but followed Sean’s lead by pulling off his jacket and 
self-consciously unbuttoned his shirt. Even though he wanted this, he didn’t 
dare look at Sean while he removed his jeans. He left them on the crumpled heap
created by his other clothes and stood feeling exposed and ashamed.

While undressing, Sean had surreptitiously watched Viggo and even in the dim 
light he could see the embarrassment of the other man. He wanted to tell Viggo 
how beautiful he was, even so thin and marked he was still beautiful, but that 
wasn’t something men said to each other. Instead he moved closer and leaned in 
to softly kiss him.

Viggo couldn’t hold back a small moan at the touch of Sean’s lips and raised 
both hands to cradle his head deepening the kiss with a passion that took Sean 
by surprise. He wanted Sean so much it hurt and that want was evident in the 
kiss. Sean gasped breathlessly into Viggo’s parted lips; Viggo’s skin burned 
against his own. Suddenly he felt the desperate need to press as much of his 
body against Viggo’s as possible and he backed onto the bed pulling Viggo with 
him. 

“Oh God,” Sean groaned as Viggo tumbled on top of him; the feel of skin to skin
had him hardening rapidly. Viggo felt the briefest moment of panic when he lost
his balance and sprawled on top of Sean, but it was short lived when he felt 
Sean’s growing arousal. He closed his eyes and gently moved his hips against 
Sean as if to reassure himself that Sean would tolerate his touch. Sean raised 
lips to Viggo’s temple, kissed him tenderly and whispered, “You feel so good.”

Viggo squeezed his eyes tight before opening them and looking at Sean. He knew 
then that he needed to touch Sean, to taste him … he knew how to do this for 
him… and started a hot trail of kisses down his throat. Sean’s head was spinning
at the heat of Viggo’s mouth and tongue inching along his chest. But he tried to
keep his eyes open and focussed, moaning at the sight of Viggo’s tongue rasping
over his nipple before continuing its journey down to his belly. 

When he reached the line of hair below Sean’s belly button Viggo hesitated and 
sat back. Sean held his breath wanting Viggo to keep going, but frightened to 
push.

Viggo placed his hand carefully on the milky skin of Sean’s thigh, his thumb 
moved in a slow caress while he looked up at Sean for permission to continue. 
Although Sean didn’t say anything trembling fingers followed the line of Viggo’s
cheekbone until they closed around his hair and encouraged him down. The action
was familiar to Viggo, but the touch was not rough and there was no cold 
concrete to make his knees ache. He took a steadying breath and nuzzled the skin
he had been stroking; Sean’s musky smell filled his nostrils and he felt himself
growing hard. Viggo raised his head allowing Sean’s cock to slide against the 
stubble on his cheek before his tongue made fleeting contact with the tip. He 
flicked it briefly over the slit … testing and tasting. Sean grunted and 
twitched under Viggo’s touch. 

Viggo tightened his grip on Sean’s thigh and lowered his mouth over the already
leaking head. Sean gasped at the combination of gentle suction and fingers now 
gliding along his shaft. Viggo knew how to bring men off as quickly as possible
and fight their hold on him as they came, but this was different, he wanted Sean
in is mouth. His own cock was heavy between his legs as he set up a steady 
rhythm of licking and sucking, but he resisted the urge to touch himself needing
to give all his attention to Sean.

Sean had propped himself on his elbows to watch Viggo, but the shaking in his 
arms forced him back against the bed. He groaned loudly as Viggo’s hand 
increased its pace on his shaft and his hips involuntarily rose off the bed.

Viggo fought the urge to gag as Sean began to thrust up into his mouth, he could
do this for Sean, he had taken rougher treatment for bus fair or pencils. But 
Sean pulled his hair firmly and cried out, “Stop Vig … stop, too close.”

Viggo instantly let go and backed off with a quiet, “I’m sorry Sean.”

Sean shook his head, trying to catch his breath, “Too close, that’s all … come 
up here.” He reached down and pulled Viggo up to him. Sean held Viggo in his 
arms and pressed his forehead to the other man’s. It took him a couple of 
minutes to regain his control enough to slide his cheek against Viggo’s and 
gently part Viggo’s lips with his tongue. Viggo closed his eyes and fell into 
the kiss, his own tongue sliding against Sean’s. At Viggo’s soft moan Sean 
gently broke the kiss, his eyes dark and his breathing shallow. He ran his 
tongue across his lip still tasting Viggo; his thumb mirrored the movement 
passing gently over Viggo’s bottom lip. Sean’s voice was rough as he said, “I 
need you Vig … I need you inside me.”

Sean could feel the wave of panic that passed through Viggo at his words; he 
closed his eyes and mentally kicked himself for pushing too fast. Sean dropped 
his hand down Viggo’s side and stroked small circles on his back, he said 
quietly, “It’s okay Vig, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Viggo pulled away from Sean; he visibly struggled for a moment before he looked
directly at Sean and said, “I want this, I want you Sean … but I am so fucking 
scared.”

Sean reached into the drawer, gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile 
while squeezing a large amount of lube onto Viggo’s hand, “So am I Vig, but we 
can deal with it together.” Viggo’s fingers were trembling as Sean lay back on 
the bed and guided them inside him.

Sean wasn’t sure who was more nervous as Viggo’s fingers slowly worked at
preparing him. He forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch Viggo’s
face, so serious. Viggo’s expression bothered him; he wanted, no … needed Viggo
to enjoy this with him. Sean stretched his hand towards Viggo, not quite able to
reach his face, he gently stroked Viggo’s arm with the words, “So good … you 
feel so good.”

Viggo looked at the hand and then met Sean’s eyes, the look of stressed 
concentration eased and he gave Sean the smallest smile. Such a simple thing, 
but Sean suddenly felt overwhelmed by his love for this man. He pleaded in 
little more than a whisper, “Now Viggo, please… I need you.”

Viggo carefully withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom, but Sean had 
already picked it up and said quietly, “Here, let me.” Viggo nodded and held his
breath as Sean sat up and rolled the condom down over his aching erection. The 
caressing touch of Sean’s fingers made him exhale a shivering moan, “Oh God 
Sean.”

“It’s okay,” Sean reassured as he lay back on the bed gently pulling Viggo with
him.

Viggo crawled closer between Sean’s parted legs and carefully lifted them over 
his hips, his eyes never left Sean’s face. Sean crossed his ankles behind Viggo,
smiled and gave him a little squeeze. 

Viggo’s breathing shallowed as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly
guided it into Sean. However, when Sean grunted and winced Viggo instantly 
stopped his movement and ran a soothing hand over Sean’s belly. Sean opened his
eyes with a small sheepish grin, “I’m alright Viggo, it’s just been a while 
since I’ve done this … a long while.” His face became more serious; he lifted
his hand to stroke Viggo’s cheek and added, “I trust you Vig.”

The heat of tears suddenly threatened behind Viggo’s eyes, but this was not the
time for that. He took a deep breath to calm his shaking and pushed until he was
buried deep in Sean. He groaned at the heat of Sean surrounding him and grasped
desperately at Sean’s hipbone needing the extra connection to ground him. He 
closed is eyes, feeling every contact point between them, not yet daring to 
move.

Sean watched him for a moment, wanting to understand what was going through his
head, but he couldn’t endure the stillness any longer. He urged Viggo on with a
gentle roll of his hips. Viggo looked down at him, his hair falling over his 
face as pulled back and rocked forward slowly, watching, making sure Sean was 
all right with his movements.

Sean gasped and arched at the solid glide of Viggo inside him. He reached up and
gripped Viggo’s shoulder pulling him down … needing him closer. He puffed out 
breaths near Viggo’s ear until he was able to form the word, “Harder …”

Viggo lifted his head enough to look Sean in the face; different, Sean thought 
as he saw the briefest glimpse of strength and confidence in Viggo’s eyes, there
you are Vig … I know what you really look like now. However, all thought soon 
gave way to the demands of his body when Viggo braced himself on his elbows and
thrust hard and deep. Sean arched off the bed to meet the force of the thrust 
and wrapped his legs tighter around Viggo’s hips.

Viggo’s mouth came down over Sean’s and his tongue pushed firmly between his 
lips. Viggo’s kiss was hot and wet as he kissed with an abandon that both 
surprised and excited Sean. He met Viggo’s kiss with equal passion and knew he
would give this man anything to see that look in his eyes again. 

Viggo broke the kiss, but his mouth wasn’t still; he buried his face against 
Sean’s neck sucking and licking the soft skin below his ear. Sean pressed his 
head back against the pillow, arching into Viggo’s lips.
“Oh fuck, Viggo… almost …” Sean gasped rotating his hips to increase the
friction of skin and hair against his weeping cock. 

When Sean came the words I love you almost escaped… but he clenched his teeth so
hard they ached and all he could utter was a guttural cry. Viggo’s fingers 
compulsively flexed and clenched in Sean’s hair as he felt the first wave of his
own climax roll over him. He made no sound when he came, but clung to Sean until
the tremors of his orgasm subsided.

Viggo lifted his weight off Sean’s body on trembling arms; his face was flushed
and breathing heavy, but Sean had never seen him looking more beautiful. That 
was the word that he whispered softly before raising himself up to give Viggo a
gentle kiss.

Viggo’s fingertips traced the curve of Sean’s lips before he carefully sat back
and eased out. His eyes flickered shut for a moment when he left Sean’s body. 
With a small sigh he stripped off the condom and looked uncertainly around the 
room.

“Here Viggo, give it to me.” Sean said reaching for the soiled condom.

Viggo shook his head and got off the bed, “No Sean, I can do it.” 

When he walked back in from the bathroom, he carried a small towel to gently 
clean them. Sean smiled at the quiet man who tenderly wiped the come from his 
belly. He waited patiently until Viggo was ready to get back into bed. 

Sean lay on his side and pulled Viggo into a slow and relaxed kiss after which 
he whispered the words, “Stay with me.”

Viggo caressed Sean’s cheek with the back of his hand and replied, “I’m here.”

Sean wasn’t sure if he meant just for the night or longer … but for tonight it 
would do.


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The End


AUTHORS NOTE: I have decided that I need to write an epilogue to ‘Margins’. I 
hope you have enjoyed this series as much as I have enjoyed working with the 
characters.

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