Sunday, Sean contemplated as he stretched and turned to look at the sleeping form
beside him, Sunday with Viggo. The thought both excited and unnerved him. Nothing
planned, nothing to fill the time … to distract us. A nervous flutter hit his 
stomach with the knowledge that they’d never actually spent that much time alone
together. Sean also realised that he hadn’t had the chance to really look at 
Viggo at length in the daylight. Viggo was always so uncomfortable when under 
scrutiny that Sean’s attention was usually fleeting, but here Viggo lay unguarded
in the morning light. His hair fell slightly over his face, but Sean could see 
the creases at his eyes were relaxed and the tension in his jaw was gone. Viggo’s
mouth was slightly open enabling a steady, but quiet, snore to escape. The 
flutter in his belly stilled only to be replaced by a tickling warmth. Sean 
groaned at the change, Fuck Bean, since when did you find snoring a turn on? Get
a grip and stop acting like bloody Bridget Jones. He told himself off, but its 
effect was negated by the grin that spread across his face. He reached over and 
pushed the hair gently off Viggo’s face knowing the touch would waken him.

“Morning Vig,” Sean said trying to sound a little more casual than his smile 
indicated.

Viggo blinked a couple of times to clear away the last of his sleep and grunted
back a passable greeting. He turned onto his back and rubbed his hand over his 
eyes. Sean waited until he was sure Viggo was fully awake and asked quietly, 
“What do you usually do on Sunday?”

Viggo frowned at the unexpected question and gave it serious thought before he 
answered in a sleep-roughened voice, “Depends on the weather, I guess.”

Sean nodded even though Viggo was looking at the ceiling and not him. After a 
short silence, Viggo continued, “On a good day I’d go to the park … try to catch
up on sleep, it’s safer to sleep during the day.”

On a good day, Sean wondered about the possibility of ‘good days’, but asked, 
“What about on a bad day?”

Viggo gave a little shrug, “Try to find somewhere dry, bus stops or train 
stations sometimes. You get moved on a lot. Some days I just walk, others I’m too
tired.”

Sean frowned, “What about the shelter, isn’t that there to help?”

“Others need it more than me, I have ‘Margins’ six days …books, drawings… good 
company… If I can I go to the shelter at night sometimes, get a bowl of soup, 
somewhere warm to sleep that’s enough.”

Sean thought Viggo had finished speaking, but he added quietly, “Some men cry at
night or call out to people they don’t have anymore.”

A pain twisted through Sean’s chest wondering if one of those men was Viggo, but
before he could respond Viggo continued, “It’s okay most of the time. You get 
used to the snoring and farting … a bit like here actually.” He turned and 
grinned at Sean.

“You cheeky bastard,” Sean laughed.

“So what do you do Sean?” Viggo asked carefully still unsure of his boundaries.

The question threw Sean a bit but he tried to answer it honestly, “I don’t know 
anymore … I used to spend the day working, you know, meeting clients. Now … now I
want to spend it with you.”

Viggo could easily see the blush rise on Sean’s face and didn’t quite know how to
react to this. He looked away and said softly, “ Orlando would be more fun.”

“Oh God, I get enough of him during the week.” Sean chuckled but suddenly 
realised that Viggo knew about him and Orlando.

“You know we got together once, but that’s all it was … a bit of fun.”

Viggo wondered why Sean felt the need to explain this to him and said simply, “I
know, Orlando told me.”

Sean looked at him, concerned that Viggo would think this was the same thing, but
Viggo gave him a reassuring smile. Sean fought the sudden attack of butterflies
and leaned in to gently kiss him. When the kiss was returned his hand closed 
around the top of the quilt and slowly began to pull it down.

Viggo panicked at being so exposed and grabbed at the quilt, but Sean covered 
Viggo’s hand with his own and gently loosened his grip, “It’s okay Vig.” Viggo 
let go of the fabric and closed his eyes. Sean recognised the action as one of 
embarrassment rather than fear and ran his fingertips slowly over Viggo’s chest 
laying a soft kiss just behind his fingers. Sean’s hand flattened so that the 
warmth of his palm spread through Viggo’s flesh and travelled down until it 
rested on Viggo’s belly.

“So beautiful,” Sean murmured and kissed just below his bellybutton.

Viggo opened his eyes at the unexpected words and frowned at Sean catching his 
eye. “Believe me Vig,” he grinned, “a bit thin but that’ll change.”

Heat spread through Viggo’s belly at the words and he mumbled, “Too hairy.”

“Okay, hairy and beautiful,” Sean laughed before pulling gently at a curl.

Viggo’s eyes locked on Sean’s fingers as they stroked the trail of hair 
descending from his belly button. Sean watched the rapid rise and fall of Viggo’s
belly as the rate of his breathing increased. 

Slightly embarrassed by his response to the attention, Viggo shifted his leg in a
vain attempt to hide the thickening in his cock. Noticing this, Sean slid his 
hand down the pale skin of Viggo’s thigh opening him up again, “that is not 
something to be ashamed of.” To prove his point he kicked the quilt off the bed
revealing his own erection.

Viggo smiled and lifted his hand to Sean’s arm running his fingers up and over 
the smooth skin of his shoulder, so pale … He looked up and met Sean’s eyes
before his hand slipped to the back of Sean’s neck and carefully pushed his 
fingers into the hairline. Sean slid closer until he could feel the length of 
Viggo’s body aligned against his. He said softly, “You know you don’t have to do
any of this if you don’t want to.” Viggo didn’t answer other than to kiss Sean.
He pressed his body tight against Sean who could only moan into the open mouthed
kiss. 

Although their bodies ached for more neither let their hands drift down. Sean 
concentrated on the slow and intimate kiss until he felt like he was melting into
Viggo. It panicked him suddenly and he pulled away. “Oh God,” he chuckled 
breathlessly in an attempt to cover up his true reaction, “You’re gonna make me
come just from that kiss.”

Sean’s head dropped and rested on Viggo’s shoulder so he could catch his breath 
and steady his nerves. He felt Viggo’s breath as he gently kissed and nuzzled his
hair. Without lifting his head, Sean raised his hand to caress Viggo’s face until
he felt lips and then a tongue on his fingertips. 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned and raised his head so he could capture that mouth in 
another kiss.

It was only now that Sean’s hand moved down to Viggo’s cock. As he wrapped his 
fingers around the silky skin he whispered, “Touch me Vig … please.”

Viggo slipped his hand between their bodies and followed the rhythm started by 
Sean. Both men struggled to keep their movements steady as their bodies strained
against each other reaching for impossibly closer contact. I wasn’t long before 
they were breathing raggedly into each other’s open mouth desperately trying not
to lose the rhythm.

Through the white haze of his approaching orgasm, Sean realised that Viggo’s
raspy breaths contained his name … over and over. It was too much and Sean cried
out before spilling into the other man’s hand.

When Sean caught his breath he knew Viggo had come at the same time as he lay 
quietly, his chest heaving against Sean’s.

Sean let his head fall back and gave a breathless laugh, “Fuck … that was just …
fuck!”

Viggo nodded and managed a grinned, “Yeah.”

Sean went to wipe his hand across his face until his realised it was sticky with
Viggo’s come. He leaned back and pulled several tissues from the box on his 
nightstand and wiped both himself and Viggo. “It’s about now I wish I hadn’t quit
smoking,” he chuckled, “I think caffeine is in order.”

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and ran a hand over his belly; it was
still slightly sticky. Sean grimaced and said, “I think I need a shower first.”

Viggo watched Sean leave the room and rolled over onto his back. He was still not
used to being naked other than behind a locked door in a small shower cubicle on
the rare occasion he was able to beat the queue before the hot water ran out. It
felt good to stretch out on the bed and feel the air cooling his over heated 
body. He extended his toes to the end of the bed and his arms above his head and
inhaled deeply. It had been a long time since he had felt some control over his
own body. He smiled and sat up, coffee.

After pulling on his track pants Viggo padded through to the kitchen; he wanted 
to have the coffee made ready for Sean. The coffee maker was already plugged in 
and Viggo looked at it for a few minutes to figure out where to put the water. He
filled the jug and poured it into the machine carefully watching the level rise.
He smiled and fitted the now empty jug back into place. Coffee, Viggo glanced 
around the room trying to figure out where Sean would keep the coffee. It wasn’t
on any of the benches. He stood in front of the closed cupboards for a long time.

When Sean walked into the kitchen, dressed and towelling his hair, he noticed 
Viggo sitting at the table not willing to meet his eyes. Sean put the towel over
the back of the chair and sat down, “What’s wrong Vig?”

“I wanted to make coffee,” Viggo mumbled.

Sean couldn’t fathom what the problem was but could see that the water had been 
put in the machine and nothing else. He smiled and said, “Thanks, here I’ll show
you where things are.”

Viggo got up and followed Sean to the cupboard, “I keep the coffee here, some 
people keep it in the fridge, but you don’t have to … the cups are here … sugar 
here.” The whole time he was talking, Sean was handing things to Viggo, “You get
the machine going and I’ll get some toast on.” 

Sean sliced the bread and loaded the toaster while keeping an eye on Viggo. It 
made him smile that Viggo took pleasure from such a simple task.

~*~

Winter sun was a glorious thing Sean decided. It was a bright cloudless day where
all the colours seem to be heightened by air that was so cold it took your breath
away only to return in puffs of white. It had been a long time since Sean had 
taken the time off to wander around a Sunday market and he was enjoying himself.
He moved from stall to stall picking up various items occasionally noticing that
Viggo didn’t touch anything and made sure to avoid eye contact with stallholders
and shoppers alike. 

After a while it became obvious to Sean that Viggo was cold; his arms were 
pressed tight against his body and both hands were jammed into his pockets. He 
looked tense and chilled. It made Sean realise that this was the reality of 
winter for Viggo and others like him … being bitterly cold and not able to do 
anything about it. 

They walked past a stall with a large assortment of coats and jackets. Sean 
stopped and looked through a rack of sheepskin lined jackets. He held one up in
front of Viggo and said, “Here try this on.”

Viggo looked at him and shook his head.

“Come on Vig, you’re cold you need a coat.” Sean knew it was difficult for Viggo
to accept ‘hand outs’, but he couldn’t see why he couldn’t buy him a coat.

“I’m okay,” he replied in a tone that clearly meant don’t push it. Sean looked at
him a little surprised, but said “All right Vig, how about we go and grab a drink
in the café to warm us up.” Viggo nodded and looked away.

The café was full of people chatting excitedly and pulling ‘bargains’ out of 
paper bags, but Sean managed to find them a small table in a back corner. Sean 
sighed to himself, the day seemed to be a whole series of small steps forward 
followed by missteps and setbacks. He passed Viggo a menu and said quietly, “I 
just wanted to buy you a coat because you were cold.”

Viggo stared down at the laminated menu, he wasn’t reading but needed somewhere
to look other that at Sean while he collected his thoughts. Finally he said in a
soft but clear voice, “I know Sean and I do appreciate that you want to do these
things for me … that you want to take care of me, it’s just …” He broke off and 
sat quietly for a while, Sean could see the tension in his clenched jaw and when
the waitress came over he smiled and said, “Can you give us a few minutes 
please?”

Viggo waited until she left and continued, “I don’t know how to explain the way I
feel … how can someone who is willing to sell them self in a public toilet have
trouble accepting a hand out?”

Sean sat and thought about what Viggo had just said, Orlando had kept trying to
tell him, that despite his situation, Viggo was a proud man. He said he 
understood but still kept doing these things … fuck, Orlando was right again.

Sean took the menu from Viggo and smiled, “Mind sharing a sandwich?”

*****