[Crossposted to _viggo and jake_g]
So after that conversation they had about putting together some sort of survival kit for when they're apart. Viggo and Jake went to that lovely store at Citadel and bought themselves some, uhm, toys. Among them? A kit to make their own dildos. Fuck yes. Jake can have Viggo anytime he fucking wants, thank you very much. Might not be the same as the real deal, but hey, better than that purple one he's been using that needs to retire anyway being overused and all.
He has both kits open and they were in the large bathroom, a shaving kit there, too and Jake was eyeing the blade a little too cautiously. "We're going to what?!" Though he knows what they have to do, he was still very wary about a blade anywhere near his dick and his balls. Fuck. One wrong move... and he'll be talking falsetto the rest of his life.
Viggo couldn't resist giggling at Jake's expression. He slid in behind him and ran his palm down over Jake's naked belly and asked, "Ya wanna do me first?"
Alright. If he doesn't want the blade on him, the hell does Viggo think Jake can do it to Viggo. He looks at him squarely. "What if I make mistake? Slipped. Whoops!" His eyes are wide. "You trust me with a blade? Can't we use some kind of shaver or some other shit instead?"
With a slow shake of his head Viggo grins. "Nah uh. I want to feel that cold blade on my skin and if you slip you just have to lick off the blood and continue."
When they first talked about this, joking about using a weed whacker and all, Jake expected a shaver of some sort not an actual blade. But since Viggo put it that way, guess he'll have to do what he has to do. He picks up the blade and eyes it for a moment. "You're so kinky." He says, smiling though still nervous. He blows out a breath and then puts the blade down, grabbing the shaving foam and putting a generous dollop on his hand. He smears that all over Viggo's groin, paying very close attention to his balls and Jake kneels down, smiling more. "Fuck. How can I do this when all I want is to put that thing in my mouth." He chuckles.
"As much as I'd like that," Viggo chuckles and slides his fingers through Jake's hair. "I think I value my balls a little too much. You'll do fine... and man that shaving foam feels fucking good."
"I think you better lie down for this one." Jake nods. "Better for me to see where that blade is going." Isn't there some kind of instructional video that comes with the fucking do it yourself dildo kit? He takes the blade, shaving cream a couple towels and then Viggo's hand and heads back to the bedroom. "Lie down, please." Jake points to the bed.
"Your wish is my command." With the odd drip of shaving foam Viggo makes his way to the bed and settles back on a towel. He stretches his arms above his head and grins up at Jake. "This how you want me?"
"Oh, I want you in many different ways than that," Jake grins, crawling on the bed and slathering more shaving foam on Viggo's groin. "But this'll do for right now." He swallows, hard then he picks up the blade and settles between Viggo's legs, pushing his thighs further apart. "Alright. Don't fucking move." Fuck if he'll be the reason Viggo'll get castrated.
Watching the serious concentration on Jake's face Viggo can't help but giggle. "Short back and sides please," he teases thoroughly enjoying the scrape of the the first pass of the blade.
He giggles, too. Damn Viggo for cracking a joke. "I said don't fucking move!" Jesus! "We want you hairless not balls-less." Blowing out a breath, Jake takes the blade to Viggo's skin again, his tongue caught between his lips as he puts all his attention to steady his hand and watch the blade slide on the now taut skin on Viggo's sac. One more pass, then another and then Jake wipes the blade on the small towel next to him.
"You got any idea how fucking amazing that feels?" Viggo mutters looking down at Jake and notices how his cock gives a twitch. "Sorry, couldn't help that."
"Uh-huh. Sure." Jake looks at Viggo then rolls his eyes. "I'm hoping that little hello from your dick here was on account of me and not the blade." Even though he grumbles, Viggo will know that it's more a tease. A few more more passes to shave off the underside and around his cock and then it's blade to the towel again before Jake touches the wrinkled skin, inspecting with a finger sliding over the now hairless skin. "Hmm. It's like you've not reached puberty yet." Jake laughs.
This time Viggo can't hold back a laugh and bends his knee to give Jake a kick. "Now I get to do you brat," he chuckles and sits up to run his fingers over the now bare skin.
That makes Jake grin and then he is crawling back up to Viggo, looking deep in his eyes, happiness in his. "Do me? I hope that also means what I think it should mean." Yeah, yeah, he knows they're supposed to make dildos but he's horny now, too, alright? Can't blame a man for asking.
"Afraid not Gyllenhaal," Viggo mutters and makes a show of running his fingers along his cock letting it bounce a little. "Gotta keep this to stick in the plaster rather than you, but if it's still there after..." He giggles and gets up onto his knees to reach for the foam. "On your back, now."
"Yes, sir." Jake pouts. "But after. You get to do me after, right?" He says this while settling on his back on the bed, hand to his cock to stroke and squeeze.
"All shaved and baby smooth, how could I resist?" Viggo crawls up over Jake and swirls the shaving foam around Jake's cock like whipped cream. He giggles then spreads it with his fingers.
Jake groans, then lifts his head up just enough to watch what Viggo is doing to him. Oh, God his cock is so hard, covered in white foam. "Ahhh. I can't wait. Ohh!"
"Well you're just gonna have to," Viggo giggles and draws a little heart in the foam. "Because I need a good hard dildo." He picks up the razor and inspects the edge before scraping it cleanly along the edge of the foam.
"Oh, god! Keep your hand steady. I'm quite attached to my dick, okay?" Jake tries not to laugh so his body tenses. He isn't exactly joking about the attachment to his dick part. "Shit. Why is that hot?" He chuckles, lips pressed together, cock getting harder as he watches the blade slide over his foam-covered skin.
Viggo just grins and concentrates on the task. His hand is steady as he glides the blade over newly shaved skin ensuring it is clean and smooth then leans forward to press his lips behind the blade. He glances up at Jake and says, "I'll miss the smell of your skin."
"Fuck." Damn it's hot watching that blade, arousing as Jake feels the rough hairs caught as it slides over his skin. He was getting even harder now, Viggo's kiss making his cock twitch more. "Uuuh!" God. Can they finish now, please? Jake wants to be fucked and hard, thank you very much.
"Nearly done... just need to get this bit here." The blade smooths over the skin one last time before Viggo looks up and grins. "Plaster cast time for Jakey."
Jake is slow to stand then he grabs a discarded shirt and wipes the rest of the foam from his groin. He touched himself then and fuck what a turn-on. Smooth, hairless, and god, he gets even harder he thinks he's going to explode. "Do it now before I come all over the place." He groans.
With a wicked chuckle Viggo checks the containers with the wet plaster and hands one to Jake. "Okay, according to the instructions we basically stick our cocks all the way in and hold it there. But first I need to lube you up" He covers Jake's cock in a thick coating of lube then repeats the process on himself.
"Gimme it!" Jake grabs one of the containers with plaster and he sniffs it then looks in it and then with a wince he grabs the base of his cock and sticks it in. It makes a squishing sound as he pushes, eyes widening until he has his cock in to the hilt. "Fuck. That's cold and kinda slimy." Jake shudders.
Viggo grimaces as he watches the hard flesh sink into the white plaster. "My turn," he mutters and lowers the container giving a nervous laugh as his cock disappears into mix. "Now I guess we stay here for a while." But rather than standing still Viggo leans forward to lick Jake's nipple. "Just making sure you keep it up," he grins. "But no twitching."
Oh, Viggo is an evil, evil man. Jake almost writhes but he knows better than to move or else he's out a dick mold and would have to redo this shit again once they get him a new one. There's no time, not with Viggo leaving soon. "Uuuh!" His nipples pebble and the hairs on his arms rise. "Fuck," he murmurs, slitted eyes watching Viggo's mouth on his skin.
"Just lie hold that cup still Jakey boy." Viggo moves back but runs the fingers of his free hand down over Jake's belly to tap lightly on the plastic container. "It's fast setting and I want a pretty copy of that cock for when I call long distance."
"Hey!" Jake twists trying to get his dick in a cup away from Viggo's hand. "I don't wanna do this again, you know!" He frowns at Viggo but then that doesn't last long, not with him touching Jake like that. "Quit it if you want a pretty dildo." But two can play that game. Jake reaches for Viggo and pinches his nipple, too.
"Oh god," Viggo laughs and and is torn between pulling away and wanting more. "I wonder if come will mess up the plaster? How long does it say we have to keep these things on anyway?" He looks down and giggles. "We could start a new fashion trend I guess?"
"Another minute, I guess." Jake laughs too. "Who needs Justin Timberlake and his dick in a box. We got our own dick in a cup." He holds said cup in his hands but then leans over, puckering up and kissing Viggo deeply.
Viggo is about to launch into his own rendition but thinks better of it when Jake's lips close over his. This is all good fun but it reminds him of why they're doing this... he needs something to distract him from how much he's going to miss this beautiful man.
"Can we take it out now?" Jake pleads from where his lips was still pressed against Viggo's. He wants to touch and kiss and everything else they do naked. "Please?"
"Yeah, but slowly I think." Viggo carefully sits up and jiggles the cup until he feels it give a little then slowly eases it off. He runs his hand over his cock and grins, "Fuck that feels better."
"Really? Lemme see!" He reaches for Viggo's freed cock and wraps his hand around it. "Yeah feels good." God, Jake wants. "Wanna take mine off?" Heh. Maybe after that Viggo can touch Jake there, too.
"Beg me," Viggo deadpans even though he's itching to get his hands on Jake.
Jake gives Viggo a slightly pouty look. "Please?" He hopes that's enough begging because God he wants it bad.
"Crap begging Gyllenhaal. Lucky I love you." Viggo grins and closes his hand around the cup. It takes a moment but eventually loosens enough to lift off. "How does that feel?" he asks and slides his palm slowly along the reddened shaft.
"Less claustrophobic." Jake answers with a soft sigh, his hips pushing toward Viggo's hand. He knew they still needed to do the rest of the dildo but they've done the mold, the rest could wait, can it? "Now? Please?" He cants his hips toward Viggo's warm hand again.
"Tell me Jake," Viggo murmurs as he nuzzles Jake's neck. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"You. God. You." Jake's voice comes out a hiss, his body taut, moving languidly against Viggo. "Anything. Just--" God, he just want to come--any kind of relief under Viggo's attentions.
"I wanna fuck you Jake," Viggo says with a definite growl. "Fuck you hard so when you use the dildo you'll remember it."
"Oh, God!" That earns a full body shudder from Jake. "I want that. God, Viggo, I want that." And already Jake was reaching over to the nearest drawer where they kept the lube. "Do you want me to suck you." Because, come on! Who didn't want to suck a non-hairy, smooth as a baby's bottom cock like Viggo's.
Viggo sits up and runs his hand down and around his cock. It feels... well it doesn't feel like his until his fingers close around his balls. "Get those beautiful lips over here Gyllenhaal," he smirks.
Fuck yes! Jake grins wide and then was on his knees in front of Viggo looking at his smooth cock but then realizing it's still covered with some of that stuff they just used. He gabs the nearest thing--his t-shirt-- and wipes Viggo down and quickly only to replace it with his mouth that starts to lick and kiss the smooth, warm balls there.
"Looks wrong not to see you nuzzling a bush," Viggo chuckles and pushes his fingers through Jake's hair. "But still feels so fucking good."
Jake chuckles around his moutful and then pulls away enough to laugh and then say, "I like it. No hair in my mouth." He grins and sucks that cock like there was no fucking tomorrow. Damn!
It takes all of Viggo reserves to stop himself slamming into that delicious mouth. "Ah god, you're too fucking good at that Jake, but I need you on the bed now."
Fuck YES! After a swirl of his tongue and then a press of the tip inside the slit, Jake stands up grinning, then he crawls on the bed, lying down in the middle. "How do you want me?" Many possible positions, all of which, Jake knows, will feel amazing!
Viggo doesn't answer. Instead he takes a firm hold of Jake's wrists and hauls then up to press them hard against the pillow. He grins. "Like this I think." While one hand holds Jake the other fumbles with lube until his fingers are coated. "You ready?"
Ready? He's been ready! And God! He's pinned! Jake likes this. He likes this a lot! He struggles weakly to show just how much he likes it and then Jake pants harshly, watching Viggo as he vigorously nods his head. Yes. Please.
With no further hesitation Viggo's fingers plunge inside Jake. He loves how they're gripped and squeezed. Viggo's tongue passes over his lips as he watches Jake's reaction and he wants the look in those eyes burned into his brain for when he has to rely on the dildo.
Yeah. That dildo, no matter if it's molded from Viggo would never ever feel like this. Jake hissed a breath, hips rocking, legs parting further, letting Viggo open him up, get him ready. Because damn! He's been waiting so long now for them to get to this. "Uuuh."
Viggo can't help a small smile at Jake... my Jake. He slides his fingers out and shuffles forward to lift Jake's long legs on to his shoulders. "No condom today," Viggo murmurs. "Just you and me okay?"
Oh, God, that makes Jake whimper and writhe. "Yes. Please. Yes." Nothing between them. It happens, sure, but not often enough. Jake reaches down and grabs a hold of Viggo's hip, already urging his lover to take him, push inside, fill him.
His fingers slowing guide the tip of his cock inside Jake, not shoving... not yet. Viggo wants to remember every sensation and anticipation for those long hours alone in hotel rooms. "God you're so hot," he groans as he feel Jake close around him.
He keeps his breathing under control which is hard to do since Jake is impatient enough as it is, wanting to feel Viggo like this since they started this little project. He gasps, feeling himself open up, accept the invasion, moaning low, quiet while Viggo sinks inside him. "Oh, God!" Both his hands splay over Viggo's ass, urging him deeper. Deeper.
"That's it Jake, take me in," Viggo murmurs as he gives a firm push and remains still buried deep inside his love. "Your choice now Jake... tell me how you need it?"
As much as Jake wants fast and hard and now, he smiles gently, touching Viggo's face. "Go easy," he says with a hitch of breath, clenching him deep inside, loving how they're connected, one. Jake wants to remember this because it may be the last one for a little while. "I want to feel it all..."
Viggo turns and kisses Jake's fingers while he eases out and slowing pushes back in. He keeps it slow and deep. The speed is deceptive because each penetration drives home Viggo's need for Jake and his breathing quickly becomes gasps.
Being shaved smooth down there is giving Jake even more of that tingling, cool feeling between his legs. It magnifies the pleasure and he wants more of that sensation that his own hand went to his aching hardness, curling tight around it and stroking in time to Viggo's thrusts. "Oh, God! Oh! God!" The pace may be slow but the pleasure is intense!
Their skin slides against each other and naked balls meet with each push. "Sometime..." Viggo grunts already feeling the spring coiling in his belly. "We gotta shave right down and do this."
Jake lets out a laugh that really doesn't sound like one because right at its heels he moans. He holds on to Viggo tightly, the pressure to his groin unbearable already. "God! Viggo!" There's a sharp sensation on his cock and his balls where Viggo shaved him and it makes the pleasure rush intensely through his body from his groin. Jake tugged at his cock vigorously. "Fuck!"
"Anytime Jake," Viggo gasps holding tight to his slight thread of control. "Come ... anytime you need."
"Oh, God! Viggo!" Jake calls out Viggo's name his hand flying on his erection, squeezing, jerking, his whole body shaking. The way Viggo pounds into him is exquisite, feels so good that he keeps moaning out Viggo's name with each time he sinks inside him. "Fuck!" And just like that he is coming, spilling wet and hot and oh so much between them. "Fuuuuck!"
"Fucking Hell Jake!" Viggo half laughs, half yells at his lover's enthusiastic release, but the laugh doesn't last and quickly becomes a grunt when his muscles clench as his own orgasm hits.
Jake watches Viggo's face as he came, stroking his cock slowly, still spurting little droplets of come, his thumb rubbing over the wet head. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs, voice rough. "C'mere and kiss me." He says after Viggo's thrusts slow to an almost stop.
Viggo eases out and crawls next to Jake. His arms wrap around the hot, sweaty body and he whispers, "I'm happy to stay a sticky mess if you are? Because I don't plan on moving for a long while."
"Good cos I don't wanna move." Jake grins and pulls Viggo over him, arms wrapping good and tight around his body. "I love you even if you're a sticky mess. Maybe more when you're a sticky mess like this with me." The funny thing is, Jake means every bit of that statement.
"Together," Viggo whispers.