“Jesus, you scared me!” he wheezed, putting his hand on his chest and looking tense before suddenly turning beet red. “You were watching?”
Viggo grinned, ignoring the question.
“You like his muscles?” he asked, nodding at Bjorn, who flexed his pecs at the question, making Sebastian blush even harder.
“No!” Sebastian cried, shaking his head. Bjorn looked down at him, offended.
“You don’t?” he asked, the words a low growl.
“No, I mean, I do, I just-”
“I’m just teasing you, Sebastian,” Viggo interrupted, walking around the bed and coming to stand next to him. “Of course you like Bjorn’s muscles. I do, too.”
Biting his lip and swallowing, Sebastian nodded his agreement. “They’re very… hot.”
Viggo laughed, threading his fingers through his sweaty hair and pushing it out of his face. He leaned down, squaring his shoulders and flexing his pecs so that they bunched together under his shirt, and brushed his thumb along the line of Sebastian’s lower lip.
“What about mine?”
Sebastian’s eyes went wide, his gaze moving down Viggo’s body before snapping back to his face like he’d been caught doing something terrible.
“They’re very nice, too,” he squeaked.
Viggo grinned, straightening up and taking off his shirt. He was still damp from his run, his skin glistening in the morning light coming in through the window.
“Does that mean you want to kiss my bicep, too?” he asked, climbing onto the bed and squeezing in next to Sebastian. He draped his arm over his shoulders, tucking him in under his arm and getting his sweat all over him. “Or maybe you’ve had enough of biceps, huh? Maybe you want to make out with my thighs?”
“I-”
“Or do you have a foot fetish? Is that why you like Bjorn’s boots so much?” Viggo curled his arm around Sebastian’s neck, squeezing his face into the side of his pec. “I’d let you lick my feet, if you wanted.”
“I really, really don’t want to lick your feet,” Sebastian said, sounding mortified and embarrassed and extremely turned on. His breath warmed the skin over Viggo’s chest.
“But my thighs?” Viggo asked, suddenly very enamored of the idea of Sebastian lying between his legs, licking his quads while he jerked off above him.
“You have nice legs,” Sebastian mumbled, unable to actually voice his agreement. Lifting his arm and folding his hands behind his head, Viggo nodded down at his stretched-out legs.
“In that case, get down there and take off my sweats and get to licking.”
Sebastian didn’t say anything, and Viggo looked down at him. With his hands behind his head, Viggo’s armpit was right in Sebastian’s face, and the boy was staring into the crevice with an expression like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
Viggo licked his lips, reconsidering his plan. “Or maybe,” he said, speaking slowly. “You want to get under my arm and into my sweaty pit, is that it?”
“I…” Sebastian trailed off, unable to bring himself to say yes.
“I know, I know,” Viggo said, lowering the arm not facing Sebastian and reaching around to grab him by the back of his head, pushing him into his pit. “This is what you want. You don’t have to admit it.”
For a second Sebastian was frozen solid and Viggo worried he’d made a mistake, but then Sebastian’s mouth opened up and he started kissing.
“You haven’t even showered,” Bjorn said, speaking up for the first time, the words making Sebastian whimper in embarrassment. Viggo chuckled.
“I think he likes me all sweaty.”
Getting over his embarrassment, Sebastian moaned into Viggo’s pit and turned his body into Viggo’s side. He wrapped his arms around Viggo’s chest, holding on as he kissed and licked into his pit like he was starving for it.
Feeling good and getting very uncomfortable in his tight compression briefs, Viggo shot Bjorn a look. “Blow me?”
Huffing out a laugh, Bjorn crawled around Sebastian and settled between Viggo’s legs, yanking his sweats and underwear down and taking him in his mouth.
