With every inhale Bjorn’s chest expanded, moving Sebastian up and down in an even lulling motion.
Viggo reached for his phone on the bedside table, opening his camera and taking a video. He filmed the pair for a few seconds before he silently climbed off the bed and made his way to the bathroom.
The empty bottles and half-eaten container of fruit were still on the edge of the tub, wet towels littering the floor.
Emptying his bladder, Viggo washed his hands and brushed his teeth before stepping back into the bedroom. Bjorn and Sebastian were in the exact same position as before, dead to the world, and Viggo decided to let them sleep while he went for a run in the park.
He pulled on a pair of compression underwear, sweat pants and an athletic t-shirt and made his way to the elevator where he put on his sneakers. He reached down and adjusted his cock, moving it to the left, looking at himself in the mirror to make sure he was decent. While Viggo hated wearing compression briefs, when he jogged in public, it was a necessity unless he wanted people to see his cock bouncing all over the place.
It was a beautiful morning, the air cool and refreshing as Viggo walked out of the lobby and stepped onto the sidewalk, nodding good morning to the night shift concierge and doorman on his way out.
The street was almost empty, the sun just coming up, and Viggo relished being able to breathe without his nose clogging up with the scent of trash and exhaust fumes.
Doing a quick stretch, Viggo started out with a slow jog until he reached the park. There, he sped up, taking a path that looped around the edge of the park before continuing in concentric circles toward the middle. As he ran the sun rose higher in the sky, heating the air and bringing with it more runners and people out for an early walk with their dogs.
Viggo got plenty of looks, his speed too fast to be human, but most of them were friendly or just curious. An older man with a fat bulldog gave him the stink-eye as he ran past, the dog barking up a storm and making Viggo laugh.
After an hour Viggo decided he’d had enough. He headed back to the apartment, stopping by a bakery to pick up some breakfast pastries and coffee to bring back with him.
The girl behind the counter took his order with wide eyes, staring at his sweat-slicked skin and heaving chest with barely disguised lust. Viggo could see the wheels turning in her head, the moment when she decided to make her move obvious. She bit her lip, the move well-practiced and admittedly cute, and tilted her head with a subtle straightening of her back that showed off her cleavage.
“That will be sixty-three dollars and seven cents,” she said, blinking at him. Very deliberately, she moved her eyes down the length of his body before raising them up to meet his. “How would you like to pay?”
“Phone,” Viggo said, smiling and ignoring the signals she was sending out. He tapped his phone against the terminal, adding a tip when it asked him to confirm the transaction. The girl behind the counter handed him his order, not looking particularly sad that he hadn’t responded to her flirting.
Leaving the bakery, Viggo walked up the street toward the apartment. There were a lot more people and cars out now than when he’d started his run, and it wouldn’t be long before it got truly crowded.
“Welcome back, Mr. Blackwell,” the doorman said when he reached his building, greeting him with a nod.
“Thank you, John,” Viggo answered, walking into the lobby. He made his way up to the penthouse, carrying the bag from the bakery and coffees into the kitchen and putting them on the counter. With his hands free, he went to check on Sebastian and Bjorn. It was still early, so there was a good chance that they’d still be asleep.
They were not. Walking quietly into the room, Viggo stopped just inside the door, his cock going rock hard at the sight that greeted him. Bjorn was sitting with his back against the headboard, a look of intense concentration on his face, Sebastian straddling his lap and making out with his bicep.
Of all the things Viggo had expected to walk in on, Sebastian using his tongue to worship Bjorn’s arm was not one of them.
Bjorn’s arm was lifted, the muscle flexed as he held it up for Sebastian’s mouth, while he used his other hand to reach down and grope Sebastian’s butt.
The two of them were oblivious to the world around them, lost in each other, and Viggo leaned against the door to see how long it would take them to notice him.
Sebastian was fine – he was human and Viggo expected his situational awareness to be sub-par – but Bjorn should have clocked him the second he entered the apartment.
“Fuck, do that again,” Bjorn growled, commanding in a way he never was when speaking to Viggo. At first Viggo thought he was talking about something Sebastian was doing with his mouth, but looking closer he realized that Sebastian was jacking him off. He couldn’t see Sebastian’s hands, but the motion of his arms was unmistakable. Bjorn grunted. “Yes, like that. Squeeze me harder. Fuck!”
Bjorn shuddered, curling his arm around Sebastian’s head and trapping him against his chest as he came.
Viggo watched, smirking when Bjorn glanced up and noticed him. Bjorn jerked, startled, before closing his eyes and burying his face in Sebastian’s hair as he finished coming.
The scent of Bjorn’s release filled the room, heady and pungent, no doubt saturating the fresh sheets he’d put on the bed the night before after their bath. Moving into the room, Viggo positioned himself at the end of the mattress and admired the contrast between Bjorn’s hulking body and Sebastian’s slim frame.
In the fall, he should have Bjorn and Sebastian come to his company’s Halloween party dressed as Beauty and The Beast.
Looking fucked out and riding the high of his orgasm, Bjorn met his eyes and released his hold on Sebastian’s head, leaning back against the headrest with a happy sigh.
“That was nice,” he said, his gruff voice making the compliment sound oddly stern.
“It was,” Sebastian agreed, softly pleased.
Climbing off Bjorn’s lap, Sebastian turned around and nearly jumped to the ceiling when he saw Viggo standing at the end of the bed.
