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jackson--t · 3 years

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Hate me, adore me.

Part IV

Summary: Ivar is not good with children.

Words: 3.1 k

Warnings: smut, swear words, rude behaviour, a lot of fucks (really).

Tag buddys: @youbloodymadgenius @jadelynlace @punkrocknpearls @neverwantedagony @moonlightsspirit

AO3? here.

Ivar liked many things.

He liked to watch his basketball games on TV, along with a cold beer. He loved Game of Thrones with ramen in his bed, all Sunday long when he wasn't on duty. He loved chocolate ice cream, preferably with lots of colorful sprinkles on top - and he loved good sex.

But on this day, Ivar felt reminded once again of all the things that annoyed him terribly and that drove the absolutely annoyed wrinkles on his forehead already at 7 a.m.; it wasn't just Heahmund's know-it-all attitude, once again, when he had forced Ivar to fasten his seat belt while driving; or the fact that he had once again wanted to forbid him to chew gum. Ivar had ironcladly defied the gum rule: because he needed it. He needed it bitterly so as not to get too upset and to keep his mouth closed as best he could, to have something to do so as not to let expletives hail. Because one of the causes of his bad mood was just waddling across the street at super low speed and was caustic and annoying: children.

Ivar had always successfully avoided having to escort the little buggers across the street in the morning until now - but thanks to Heahmund's terrific, terrible effort and his disgusting good nature as Mr. Jesus, he had been forced to ride with Heahmund to the nearest elementary school even before he was actually on duty, and to go on duty as a fucking friend and helper. His mood was in the basement, more than that.

He cast a scowl down at a small, blond girl who was staring at him with wide eyes; she had her mouth slightly open and was still staring at him when Ivar had turned away slightly. When he noticed, he looked at the girl again; the little girl blinked.

"Are you a policeman? You don't look very nice, do you?" the little girl squeaked, and Ivar rolled his eyes. He loved his job because of the guns, because of the violence, because of the "don't give a shit" attitude he could let out to some - but today was a shitty day. And those little green poison dwarfs didn't make it any better.

Ivar stared at the girl for a moment, then let out a deep and annoyed snort. "Nah, I'm a garbage man, you little devil. Move along before I eat you up."

The girl stopped for a moment in shock, and when Ivar took a faked step towards her, she shrieked and ran towards Heahmund, who was standing just a few feet away, directing the children across the street with a broad smile. Urgh, Mister Perfect. Again.

"Ivar!" echoed over to him, and Ivar chewed his gum in annoyance. He threw Heahmund a rough nod, while the older policeman eyed him indignantly.

"What are you doing? You're not supposed to scare the kids!" he said reprovingly, turning directly back to the little girl who Ivar had scared earlier with a smile.

Ivar wrinkled his nose and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He still couldn't decide what made him feel sicker to his stomach: those little buggers, or that the critters worshipped Heahmund so much it almost looked like a scene from the damn Bible.

It seemed worlds between today and yesterday; endless, endless days since he'd had sex with Heahmund, and for the first time experienced a different side of the cop than his haloed nerd side. Ivar bit his lower lip softly at the thought of their "slip" and stared at Heahmund; he hated to admit it, but that encounter had left its mark on Ivar.

Of course, he would never confess it in his life, not even under torture: but he had easily fallen for Heahmund - at least the part that had fucked him mercilessly yesterday. It had been that unbelievably good sex, that passion that had been there between them - and that sheer tension that had existed between them for ages. They were like fire and water, like night and day - but that's what made it exciting for Ivar. He had almost not been able to look at himself in the mirror the next morning, because he had actually jerked off to that memory twice the night after the "accident" - always that perfect body in front of his eyes, that smell that had been on Heahmund's skin, those damn arousing kisses that had given Ivar more than goosebumps.

And yet he hated him, in a way. The way he stood there, bringing those fucked-up kids across the street, with an angelic smile that sent sheer goosebumps of horror across Ivar's skin; he could hardly stand the way the little fuckers looked at the man like he was the next messiah, while they just eyed Ivar like something they were afraid of. Ivar just stared at a fat kid who was eyeing him particularly challengingly as he jutted his chin slightly.

"What do you want, pug face, huh?" he snarled, and it wasn't a second before Heahmund's voice thundered across the street.

"IVAR, damn it! It’s enough!" Oh, Ivar heard the anger from the raspy voice, that little thread of last, polite restraint guaranteed to snap in the patrol car. He looked at Heahmund, unimpressed, and raised an eyebrow; Heahmund's blue eyes had darkened.

"Would be nice if you didn't play godfather to the fucking lambs for once, so we can get out of here," Ivar retorted snottily, while Heahmund snorted.

"Okay, get in the car. And don't use those damn swear words! Kids, don't listen to him. They call him the Grinch at the station." Heahmund deaclred, amused, while he was immersed in soft children's laughter.

Ivar had had enough. He threw his stupid ladle against the sidewalk and lit a cigarette; he walked the few meters to the patrol car and casually leaned against the passenger side. His lungs were burning, so hard he pulled on the cigarette - but he didn't care. Let the fucking Heahmund shut his fucking mouth! Had he possibly imagined that there was more going on there? Had he possibly jerked off twice on him by mistake? Yes. But that was really just a slip. It could hardly be anything else, after all Ivar didn't go for men like Heahmund. Fuck it, whatever his stupid heart said.

It wasn't fifteen minutes before Heahmund appeared at the patrol car with a more than angry expression on his face; he stared at Ivar for a moment, then nodded roughly in the direction of the car. Ivar flicked his cigarette onto a patch of grass and got in; as they sat in the car, their eyes met. For a moment there was a tense silence, during which Ivar calmly chewed his gum so clearly that Heahmund could see it perfectly; only when he leaned back slightly did Heahmund's deep voice murmur at him.

"Did you just throw a lit cigarette on a lawn there?" he asked, and Ivar looked out the window for a moment. He snorted softly before turning to Heahmund again and putting on a soft, overly friendly smile that was hard to beat for sarcasm.

"I don't know, you should check it out. And maybe pick up trash on the side, and you're guaranteed to go to fucking heaven."

Heahmund's brow furrowed slightly; Ivar saw exactly how his hands curled into light fists, but he returned Heahmund's angry look with the still wide grin.

"Ivar, honestly, you're such a fucking asshole, you know that? I really want to punch you in the face right now. You do realize that throwing away burning cigarettes violates environmental regulations, and most importantly, endangers safety?" he hissed, and Ivar shrugged.

Heahmund looked at him for a moment, then actually got up and went outside to properly dispose of the cigarette. Ivar, meanwhile, stared out the window: he looked at Heahmund's butt, at the broad shoulders, at the handsome face that seemed to curse softly. "You fucking nerd, look at you.", Ivar muttered to himself, catching himself biting his lower lip lightly as Heahmund ran his hand through his black hair: one had to hand it to him, he was just damn good looking.

Ivar was still staring at him, too, when Heahmund sat down next to him again and let out a deep sigh; he leaned his head back for a moment, though Ivar was still looking at him. Something tingled inside him.

"You could... hmm... you could punish me really bad under Section 17b, don't you think? You fucking nerd.", Ivar hummed softly; as Heahmund's blue eyes locked on him, he grinned slightly. And his body was bathed in sheer goosebumps when Heahmund finally turned the ignition key and snorted softly. Ivar knew he was taking him up on his offer when they drove into an area where there were almost no buildings - except abandoned factories. It was almost too good, the tingle that shot through his bones when Heahmund finally parked; and before the older cop could open his mouth and lecture again about any regulations, Ivar's hands had cupped around his face and he was kissing the older man, who, underneath all the hatred and dislike, also inspired terrible and urgent lust in him.

He couldn't even last two minutes in his own seat and had quickly sat down wide-legged on Heahmund's lap. The older cop emitted a slight gasp, almost barely audible, as Ivar's hands dug through his clothes, fumbling with the belt of his pants.

"You're insatiable. And a monster.", Heahmund groaned out between two biting kisses; his hand had long since made its way to Ivar's bulletproof vest, undoing the Velcro and pushing the soft shirt up under Ivar's vest. Ivar loved those warm, rough hands on his torso, and he let Heahmund feel it clearly with a soft moan. His fingers ran desirously urging along Heahmund's zipper on his pants, feeling the thick bulge in them that he was particularly lusting after. Fuck, he was so fucking hot for this guy it was almost embarrassing.

"No foreplay, you greedy grinch? Fuck, Ivar... at least with a condom this time!", Heahmund murmured softly, even though Ivar's hands were already pushing and softly rushing into his pants. When he had the thick and already hard cock in his hand, Ivar exhaled for a moment; he closed his eyes and pressed himself against Heahmund's torso before hissing softly, "Tell me, are you somehow only getting horny when you have protection? You want to maybe leave that fucking vest on during sex too, nerd?"

As Ivar intensified his movements on Heahmund's cock, Heahmund's pelvis clearly moved upward; Ivar sensed him looking at him and opened his eyes.

"Would it turn you on?" Heahmund murmured breathlessly; Ivar opened his lips breathlessly, moving his warm hand tighter and tighter around Heahmund's cock. He loved how the trained cop grew harder and harder, how wet drops of pleasure appeared on his tip, which Ivar easily wiped away with a slight gasp and a nimble movement with his thumb; Heahmund moaned, but they were still looking at each other.

The corners of Ivar's mouth lifted slightly, then he grunted. "Fuck, yeah."

"I knew it. Harder." Heahmund moaned, pulling Ivar's neck closer, covering his neck with warm, smooth, slightly biting kisses as Ivar's hand continued steadily. His own erection was pressing like mad against his pants, and Ivar was so incredibly hot for Heahmund that he didn't take any time. After all, a damn stake could flutter in at any moment.

He unzipped his own pants to the slight groan of Heahmund, pulling them down somewhat awkwardly along with his boxers to the point where he could still practically sit well on top of Heahmund; his body was covered in goosebumps as he watched Heahmund spit into his own hand in one fluid motion, wetting his hard cock with it. Ivar grinned slightly; he wet two of his fingers before sliding them into his entrance with a slightly awkward motion, widening it slightly; the sound that came from Heahmund sent pure pleasure through his body. The two looked at each other.

"Fuck, Ivar. You're such a fucking beast, I swear I'll fuck the hell out of you already."

"Oh, come on - you're into it. You probably only had 0815 cunts that looked pretty but had nothing on them."

Ivar almost whimpered when Heahmund abruptly stopped him from his movements; his fingers slipped out and he was pulled onto Heahmund's lap with a firm and strong grip; he placed himself over Heahmund's cock, moaning slightly as he looked into the dark-haired man's eyes.

"Then let's see how good you can ride, gutter boy!" Heahmund groaned; Ivar's fingers clawed brutally at Heahmund's chin, holding it up as he gently lowered his pelvis and let Heahmund's hard cock slide carefully inside him; he did it deliberately slowly, letting that rock-hard muscle stretch him open gently, loving the way Heahmund's mouth opened slightly, the way his fingers clawed harder into the flesh of his hips.

"Fuck, Ivar!" he moaned darkly, and Ivar jerked his chin up again that had turned shallowly towards his chest - those blue eyes staring at him full of fire.

"Don't call me that! You fucking bastard." Ivar hissed; he whimpered softly as he felt himself sink to the base on Heahmund; they were both breathing heavily, and Ivar pulled Heahmund's face closer to him, pulling the older cop into a biting, hard kiss before slowly moving up and down.

Fuck, damn. It hadn't been enough that Heahmund had been an absolute grenade in bed the last time, no - his cock just seemed made for Ivar's core. It was perfect in thickness, and even more perfect in length, that it was already softly grazing the soft bundle of nerves inside Ivar with every deep movement Ivar made on it. Ivar swallowed audibly and clawed at the back of Heahmund's neck; he loved feeling the pressure of Heahmund's hands on his body, loved the fucking vest he was still wearing, which only further vocalized his fucking nerdiness, which seduced Ivar beyond belief. His movements became steadier, more violent, and he became more and more breathless.

Oh man, this was going to end in an orgasmic disaster. Heahmund was just too good.

They kissed breathlessly, and Heahmund's hands slid up to Ivar's waist; they closed warmly around the arches of his ribs, supporting him in the movements that were becoming more fluid and deeper, even as they took away Ivar's breath. His belly was pleasantly filled with warmth, so full of feeling.

"We can...fuck, Ivar!- ...we could maybe discuss the punishment thing over an evening...dinner. Fuck, you're killing me," Heahmund cursed, and Ivar threw his head back slightly.

He knew he wouldn't last long - but he would definitely not get ahead of Heahmund this time. He knew too many tricks in this position for that. He smiled softly as he let his entrance twitch slightly around the thick cock; it drove a moan from Heahmund's lips.

"Is that a fucking date, Heahmund?" Ivar exhaled, clawing harder at the base of Heahmund's black hair on the back of his neck. The older cop underneath him groaned, and his hands at his waist twitched. Ivar repeated the motions twice before Heahmund threw his head back slightly in his seat.

"Is...no, this is an...on-duty...fuck!... meeting”. Heahmund's voice grew harsher, thirstier, Ivar heard it clearly. It turned him on so much that he himself had to be beastly careful not to come right on top of that hard cock thrusting into his prostate at the perfect angle over and over again; but he was too proud. He held out for a little while longer. But the thought that Heahmund had just asked him for a private meeting chased even more lust into his body.

He was hot, so damn hot inside.

"Sure, you weirdo." Ivar hummed with pleasure, soaking in the taste of another kiss that Heahmund breathlessly gave him; his hands weren't letting go now, and the cop's pelvis thrusting from below was getting a little faster. When their lips parted, Heahmund opened his eyes slightly, seeking Ivar's gaze.

"Fuck, I think I..." he groaned, and Ivar moaned.

"You're coming, aren't you? Come on, you know I want you to...", Ivar breathed against those fucking delicious lips, stealing a breathless kiss before watching Heahmund's eyes close with a powerful wave of heat in his body.

"Fuck, I'm coming..." the cop moaned so harshly that Ivar moaned softly; he clawed at Heahmund's body as tightly as he could, wrapping his heated arms tightly around the body, almost amazed, manically turned on, at how quickly it made Heahmund come, that simple touch.

The man groaned a dark moan right at Ivar's sensitive collarbone, deep and rough as he came jerking inside Ivar. Ivar continued to ride him, riding him hard and demanding until he too felt the violent crashing peak of his orgasm: the wave of pleasure crashed over him so brutally that he had to stop his riding movements to avoid losing control completely. Just like the first time, this orgasm tore out something deep inside Ivar, gave him everything he needed, nourished him with so much love and lust that he almost choked on it.

The windows were fogged the hell up when Ivar broke away from Heahmund after what felt like an eternity; they were able to wipe away the mess they'd both made just fine, because of course the nerdy Heahmund had good tissues with him; Ivar grunted quietly and had to grin a little wryly when Heahmund had to spend a long time wiping at a stain on his black vest, with a quiet, annoyed snort.

"You can tell it's gravy," Ivar said, earning a nasty look from Heahmund after he luckily managed to remove the stain just fine; when Ivar was back in his seat and, to Heahmund's satisfaction, even buckled up for once, Heahmund looked over at him. The two looked at each other, and then Heahmund smiled slightly.

It was a beautiful smile, one that Ivar hadn't seen from him before, and one that made him feel sick in a different way than he did on the road today. As if suddenly, there was something in his belly that fluttered around like crazy and made him almost happy inside. Disgustingly happy.

"I was serious about the... dinner." Heahmund said; the blue eyes sparkled slightly, and Ivar grinned a little wider. He couldn't go soft now, no way - Heahmund couldn't score points everywhere with his nerdy, gentlemanly behavior, after all. "Maybe we'll get along better someday. Get to know each other better." the dark-haired man added, and Ivar turned his head slightly so that Heahmund wouldn't see him blush slightly on his cheeks. He popped a new piece of gum into his mouth and winked.

"Shut up and drive, you miserable nerd. You won't get the Nobel Peace Prize for polishing, too."

But his heart had already said yes, and he also knew, without looking over, that Heahmund knew, too.

#vikings #ff #fanfiction #cops #ivar the boneless #heahmund #heavar #ivar x heahmund

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jackson-t-escobar · 3 years

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The Confession: Part II

In which Ivar has his second confession at Bishof Heahmund.

Wasn’t able to upload it here, and for those who haven’t read it by now and want to: check the link below.

The Confession: Part II.

That’s one of my tickets to hell.

#confession #fanfic #heavar #ivar x heahmund #ivar the boneless #bishop heahmund

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therealvikingstrash · 3 years

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119 “It was so worth the injury though!” With ivar/anybody

Hello Nonnie!

Hope it's okay that this is mlm ^^

#119 "It was so worth the injury though!" Ivar/Heahmund

With deliberate steps Heahmund walked over to the confessional booth to absolve his faithful sheep of their sins. A few already stood in waiting a little to the back of the church.

He opened the door- almost got a heart attack- and quickly slipped into the booth, only to close the door behind him again. "What are you doing here?" he asked in a hushed tone, staring at Ivar, who was sitting there with his dick in hand.

"You didn't answer my text, so I came here. Hop on." Ivar told him. He had a condom wrapped around his hard cock and was already lubed up.

"Ivar, I have to absolve my parishioners from their sins!" Heahmund argued. "I can't take a confession while riding your dick!"

"Why not?" Ivar shrugged. "I thought you could multitask so well. Being all holier-than-thou and full of faith." he smirked when he saw Heahmund waver. "It doesn't fuck itself, so you better get on here."

"Or what?"

The question obviously amused Ivar even more. "I will moan your name like a whore." he answered. "And we both know how beautifully it echoes in here..."

"That's exactly why we can't do this!" Heahmund responded, but he gulped when his eyes fell back to Ivar's groin.

"I can see your dick twitch under you pretty dress, now do us both a favor and sit down." he replied and patted his thigh. "Quick, before someone gets in the other booth."

Scoffing, Heahmund started bunching up his robes. "This is not a dress and you know it."

"Yeah, I know it's your priestly robes," Ivar said in a bored tone, "Now sit down on my holy cock, so I can absolve you from your horniness."

Instead of saying something in return, Heahmund sank down on Ivar's length, stifling a groan into the thicker fabric of his sleeves. He was moving slowly up and down, trying not to make too much sound, just like Ivar, but their breathing had turned harsher.

That was when someone entered the booth next to them. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

Heahmund stopped moving, only rotating his hips slowly as they waited for the woman to go on, he hoped the wet sounds of the lube between them wouldn’t bee too obvious. "I have unholy thoughts about my neighbor," she began. "I'm a married woman and so is she. What am I supposed to do?"

Ivar hid his face in Heahmund's back to stifle a laugh. "My child, sinful thoughts alone will not pave your way to hell. It is our actions that shows God our true faith." Heahmund answered, "I want you to visit a nursing home once a week, to wash yourself from those sinful thoughts." he told her, completely forgetting to have her pray the act of contrition.

As she thanked him and left, Ivar had slid down a little in the seat to have more room to move and then caned his hips up to hit Heahmund's prostate just right, it followed a quick and hard pace. "Fuck, this edging makes me want to come even faster." Ivar said and while Heahmund's eyes rolled back, releasing his seed into the inner side of his robes untouched, Ivar's legs gave out and he fell to the ground in an unceremonious heap, Heahmund halfway landing on him.

"God- fucking- damnit!" the younger man cursed loudly in pain and it rang through the whole church like a bell. "Shit- I think I broke my finger."

They scrambled up to a stand and Heahmund could see the unnatural way Ivar's middle finger was bend. "Definitely broken. Come on, we need to get you to a hospital."

They both checked each others appearance, before leaving the booth. Some people had left upon Ivar's curse, but Heahmund still had to tell the rest to leave, since there was no one who could take over.

Ivar didn't even complain, as he waited and then sat down in Heahmund's car. "Of all the fingers I could've broken, it had to be my favorite one." he sighed, holding his wrist.

"That was Gods wrath! We shouldn't have done this. During a confession...I still can't believe you made me do this." the priest said, shaking his head as he took the quickest way to the hospital.

"I didn't make you do anything. You sat down on your own volition." Ivar replied, a dirty smirk on his face, "It was so worth the injury though!"

Anything to distract me from continuing my WIPs!

#asked and answered #ivar x heahmund #funny smut #vtrash answers

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vaire-gwir · 3 years

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Once again, there's probably way too much dialogue and not enough plot/action. I must have said this six hundred times, but the only thing I can write is dialogue, I’m very sorry 🙈 I hope your expectations are not terribly disappointed.

Thank you very much to everyone who reads this story, I always look forward to hearing your opinions <3 it keeps me motivated when I’m editing a chapter for the seventh time and I’m this close to delete the entire draft and never write a word ever again 😂

@youbloodymadgenius

#vikings #ivar the boneless #heahmund x ivar #ivar x heahmund #heavar #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3fic #fanfiction #I wish I was losing with you #crime au #modern day au

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casassin · 3 years

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I still can't believe that Hirst's solution to killing Lagertha's wonderful and loving girlfriend was just shoving Ivar's boyfriend right between her legs. This is how we write romance y'all. Smh

#Astrid and Lagertha were clearly superior #And I didn't buy Heahmund's and Lagertha's love story at all #I now they tried #They really did #But I just didn't feel it #Can't Lagertha exist without a man for once?#Just once?#And Heahmund's character felt so dumbed down after they started banging too #Maybe that's just me though #Lagertha x Astrid #Ivar x Heahmund #Heavar #I was so happy about Astrid and Lagertha #And then they took it away

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toshkakoshka · 3 years

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Heahmund: :|

Ivar: :3

Heahmund: Oh no

Ivar: >:3

Heahmund: Oh No

#i dont know what this means #but it means a lot to me #ivar x heahmund #heavar #vikings #letra

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jackson--t · 3 years

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The sweater

Short one where Heahmund and Ivar argue about Heahmund's sweater.

Ivar blinked slightly, and his eyes passed over Heahmund's body almost with serious indignation; for a moment he was speechless, almost powerless against the sight in front of him.

"What is that?" he asked with slightly parted lips and raised eyebrows as Heahmund's blue eyes locked on him.

"What?" Heahmund asked; he looked around trying to figure out what exactly Ivar actually meant, but he couldn't find it out.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

Heahmund looked down on himself before his eyes slid back over to his younger, defiant partner, who was still eyeing him extremely critically.

"That's a sweater? Never heard of those things?"

"THAT's not a sweater, that's...yeah, what is that anyway? A rag? A tablecloth that got run over by a truck?" Ivar murmured, as Heahmund looked down at himself again.

"Oh please, this is just a regular sweater."

"The pattern burns my eyes."

"Then don't look at me!"

"It has holes at the elbows!"

"That's... that's fashion, Ivar!"

"Dad will laugh at you, and so will I."

"You've got a pretty big mouth for someone who still can't get out of his band shirts at 21."

Ivar gasped, and his eyes narrowed. "This is... Culture, a piece of cultural education in musical terms! I'm going to bug you all night. Put on your white shirt, it's nice."

The two looked at each other, and it was a while before Heahmund stood up with an annoyed eye roll and gave Ivar a withering look.

"You'll end up in hell for this."

"I'll end up there anyway, after what you did to me last night."

Ivar's mischievous grin infected him, and Heahmund pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead, soft and warm, before pulling off his sweater under Ivar's gentle lip-biting.

They were late for dinner with Ivar's family.

#vikings #ivar the boneless #heahmund x ivar #heavar #ivar x heahmund #sweater #short one today #fluff

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jackson-t-escobar · 3 years

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Lick it like Beckham

Note: Welcome to a new snacktime. :) The title is so wrong, I know it. :D But I couldn't think of a better one for the life of me. Might also be a bit inspired by Jonathan Rhys Meyer's role in Kick it like Beckham, lol. :D What a surprise. I don't really like those movies. But the guy is hot. Have fun!

Read the story on AO3 here.

Summary: Ivar intercepts his coach Heahmund in the locker room.

Words: ~ 2.5 k.

Warnings: 18 +, gay smut, blowjob, underage.

Tag buddys: @youbloodymadgenius @jadelynlace (this is your fault, a bit xD) @dini73 (your wishes will be up next! *.*) 🖤

A loud and long whistle echoed across the football field; Heahmund called the boys together and waited patiently until everyone had arrived.

"You guys played well today. In next week's game, we'll beat the others for sure. So, off to the showers! Last one out turns out the lights!" he said loudly, looking after his team with a soft smile.

He had always done a lot of youth work and helping the boys' U18 team play soccer was just as much a part of it. Heahmund was always a friendly coach, but could easily lose his cool before particularly important games; even more so since he knew that some of the team might be able to move up to a higher division later on. It was a good squad, and teamwork was a natural part of it. And while the boys went to the locker rooms, Heahmund made sure the place was back in order and put all the things away. And it wasn't until he saw almost all of the team walking out of the locker room again, while they happily waved goodbye to him - that he decided it was time for a shower himself.

With a quiet sigh, he headed for the locker rooms, actually sure that no one else should be there - but he was slightly startled when he walked into the room and found Ivar still sitting there, hair wet and dark from the shower, with only a towel tied around his hips. The boy was equally startled at Heahmund's sudden appearance and took a startled breath - until the white teeth flashed back at him with a smile.

"Sorry, Heahmund. I kinda dawdled a bit today and forgot you had to shower too. I'll hurry, okay?" the boy said with amusement, and Heahmund raised his hands with a light laugh.

"It's all right, you don't have to hurry. Maybe I was just faster than you today, too."

"Maybe. But I think it's more likely that I dawdled," Ivar muttered with a wry grin at the corners of his mouth, and Heahmund sat down a little farther away from him on one of the wooden benches. It took him a moment to notice the way Ivar was looking at him; his bright blue eyes fixed on his trainer.

Heahmund didn't like to lie, and yet he had often had to forbid himself this thought - he found Ivar attractive. He knew it was an absolute taboo subject, and that he would be kicked out of the community if anyone ever read his thoughts... But nonetheless, they were hard to dispel at the sight of the bright eyes and the naked, slightly wet torso. Heahmund raised an eyebrow and smiled softly.

"Are you all right, Ivar?" he asked, and the teen snorted softly and looked down at his socks, which he was already halfway through putting on. For a moment, all that could be heard was the dripping of a leaky faucet from the shower before the boy said softly, "It's all good."

"Really?"

Ivar bit his lower lip. His fingers pulled the white socks higher, and his eyes found Heahmund's again. "I broke up with my girlfriend, that's all. I think it's still heavy in my stomach."

Heahmund remembered her; she had been at a game once, cheering Ivar on. She had been very pretty, long blond hair and a beautiful face. But when Ivar had kissed her briefly, while Heahmund had unconsciously had his eyes on the two of them - he had seen Ivar's eyes drift off to him, amusedly warped, half-open. Like a challenge - and Heahmund had looked away as quickly as he could back then. Watching teens make out - that didn't go over well, even if his hungry dick had possibly imagined that Ivar had deliberately sought that eye contact.

"Sorry about that. Go out, party this weekend. It'll help," Heahmund said quietly, taking off his shirt. After all, he had to shower just as much whether Ivar was still around or not.

He felt Ivar's gaze on his chest, on his upper body. And even though the boy had seen him topless several times, that look tingled Heahmund's skin. It was something else to be topless on the field or at the big guys' soccer game - and another thing when he was alone with a teen in the locker room. It was almost as if there was a certain tension in the air that began to tingle even more with the immersed silence.

"Does it really help?"

"Sure."

"Heahmund, can I ask you something?" Ivar said; when Heahmund met his gaze, the boy bit his lower lip playfully. Soft, as if he were embarrassed, even though those blue eyes spoke a very different language.

"Of course. Go ahead.", Heahmund replied; he was still wearing his black sweatpants and shoes and left them on for now as well. He didn't want to send the wrong signals under any circumstances.

"Do you actually -...well, actually have a girlfriend? You're always seen alone, and even at our party back then by the team, you were alone. Women like you, don't they? I can see that."

Heahmund snorted softly; he turned his gaze to the tiles on the walls, tiled red. Irregular. "What you're paying attention to, Ivar."

"It just caught my eye. You don't look so bad, do you?" Ivar hummed softly, and Heahmund watched closely as the pink tip of his tongue slipped between the full lips. Hungry, that was the word that came to his mind - hungry. That's how he felt, too, and he had to swallow slightly.

"I'm not that interested in it, right now." he replied dryly, rough because his throat felt strange.

"Not interested? Why not?"

A smirk, a smile, and Heahmund threw his shirt in Ivar's face. "Because little teens like you, it's none of your business."

Ivar took the shirt from his face and laughed lightly; his deep blue eyes told something forbidden sweet, and Heahmund had to forbid himself to read fire from them. Yet he saw it. He saw it in the gestures, in the movements. It made him so hot inside that he prayed Ivar would leave now so he could finally take a shower.

But Ivar did not go. He continued to stare at Heahmund, with curious eyes, and then very slightly jutted his chin. Heahmund had always loved Ivar's chin area - that sharp jawline, combined with that fabulous, fresh skin that sometimes reddened after a strenuous game.

"You're gay, aren't you?" Ivar said softly - Heahmund felt his legs go numb from the inside, and all color drain from his face. He flapped his mouth open to say something - but he couldn't. His tongue felt so heavy, and he could only bring himself to look at Ivar with eyebrows drawn together in shock as the teen got up from the bench and squatted in front of Heahmund's body. Blue eyes found his, twinkling with curiosity, almost burning, and Ivar bit his lower lip again. It looked even softer from so close, even more beguiling, and Heahmund clawed his hands lightly into the wooden bench underneath him.

"It's okay. I just know, and I haven't told anyone. Honestly - I deliberately dawdled a little longer today because I... Heahmund, I want to do something.", Ivar hummed beguilingly softly, and his young fingers ran over Heahmund's knees.

"You... Ivar, don't do that. No matter what you have in your head - it won't work, and I don't want it."

Ivar ran his tongue softly and lightly over his lips, then snorted softly. The bright eyes gleamed slightly in the light of the locker room. "You don't want me?" he said softly, and Heahmund leaned his head against the wall behind him.

"I can't. I'm not allowed to do things like that. And that's why I don't want it." he replied; he had to control himself hard, control the dizziness in his body. What was going on here?

"You're allowed to do anything because I won't tell anyone. Heahmund, listen - I don't have anyone to try out on. Whether I want to, whether I am... like you. I've never...", Ivar swallowed the last words, and looked at Heahmund with almost pleading eyes.

Inside Heahmund, everything was spinning. There was Ivar kneeling in front of him, the face of an angel, one of his best players - literally begging him to do something that was absolutely and without question taboo. Heahmund couldn't and wouldn't sugarcoat it either - this was so damn wrong, and he had to stop it. Right now. Before it was too late.

"You need to find someone your own age, Ivar. I'm your coach, I'm almost 32, I can't. I can't and I'm not allowed. Now go, get dressed, and get out." Heahmund deliberately used his harsher tone, but he could almost snap inside when he saw that it didn't have much effect on Ivar. The fingers on his knee crept higher, reaching his thighs.

Heahmund closed his eyes for a moment, snorting softly as Ivar's fingers found the waistband of his sweatpants. His pushing away was too soft, far too weak for real defense. "Don't do that." he murmured darkly, but he felt exactly how the fingers of Ivar's hands pushed deeper into the waistband of his sweatpants, seeking what had already grown hard on him just at that perversely tingling sight of Ivar on his knees: his cock.

"Please let me." Ivar whispered, and his head was so close, so damn close to his lap. Heahmund was still trying to resist the definite move Ivar was making: pulling his sweatpants and shorts down to his ankles as his cock sprang free. Curious, heated fingers clasped it, stroking the hard veins, embracing it with a firm grip.

Ivar had just turned seventeen last month. Heahmund consciously drove that number into his bones, consciously into his mind, as he realized, boiling hot, what he was doing here - and what he was letting himself do. Just letting Ivar stroke his cock was enough to put him in jail, and that bad feeling bored deep into his body, made his heartbeat swell rapidly.

"Ivar, please don't. I'm really getting into the devil's kitchen. I can get into ja... Oh, fuck!" he groaned, murmuring deeply in disbelief, when all at once, and without any warning, Ivar's soft and full lips closed around his cock. He had to gasp, deep and hard, and first come to terms with this unfamiliar sensation. It felt heavenly, forbidden good. So fucking forbidden good that it almost bordered on blasphemy.

Ivar's lips were so soft, and his hot mouth enclosed Heahmund's cock almost perfectly. Of course, the boy was gentle; he didn't know any better, but for Heahmund, all the heat he had lurking in his body shot into his cock with lusty swiftness. His right hand buried itself almost helplessly in the still-wet tips of Ivar's hair, gently supporting the boy's head, which by now was bobbing up and down slightly.

The lips closed tighter around his cock after a while, and the tip of his tongue, which Heahmund had already felt at the beginning, ran playfully over his shaft; the soft lips loosened, but only so that Ivar could lick the tip of his cock with the seductive tip of his tongue, with such a rough and lustful look that Heahmund had to moan slightly.

It was already too late anyway, Heahmund thought to himself as he gently pressed Ivar's head back onto his cock, and the boy took it almost greedily between his lips; it was just too late. Heahmund was already too caught up in the feeling, and far too deep in this frenzy of pure lust. The allure of the forbidden did the rest: Heahmund could remember nothing, really nothing at all, that was hotter than Ivar Lothbrok on his knees in front of him, lustfully sucking his cock. It was such a forbidden erotic thing that he could already feel the tip of his cock tightening slightly with pleasure.

"Ivar..." he murmured darkly, and the teen licked over his cock again; his blue eyes widened slightly, and Heahmund ran his free hand over his slightly flushed cheek. "I'm really close. I can't hold back much longer."

Ivar licked his lips lightly, the pink tip of his tongue finely wetted.

"That's a good thing. I'm so hot for you, Heahmund..." the boy sighed, and before he could say anything else, the teen had turned his attention back to his cock and was sucking it deep into his mouth.

Heahmund closed his eyes, allowing the racing of his heart and the adrenaline in his body. "Fuck, I'm about to cum..." he moaned, trying to regulate himself with an exhale and a sharp bite on his lower lip; but everything about this situation was far too delightful, far too violent for him. He felt like a fucking pervert, like a sicko, as he said softly, "I want to cum on your face."

His hand tugged lightly at Ivar's wet hair, and he immediately fell in love with the look in Ivar's eyes, the lust-reddened face as he gently pulled it back. The boy's lips had opened softly, ever so gently, as he settled down slightly, looking up at Heahmund and watching him climax with frantic movements in front of Ivar's face. It wasn't long before a harsh moan escaped Heahmund's lips, and he held Ivar's head tightly before he came hot and trembling on his face.

Ivar's face seemed more beautiful than ever, as Heahmund saw the first drops on the hot reddened skin, as he saw the little tongue lick up a drop of his load, curiously taking it between his lips. And never did his hungry eyes leave Heahmund, and the beautiful face was something that Heahmund had marked deep inside as his.

He had to force himself to sit down a bit to beat the dizziness in his head; he felt more exhausted than after any game, than after any practice. And it didn't get any better when Ivar sat down on his lap with a fluid motion, putting his hands to the sides of Heahmund's face.

"Can you make me come, too?" the teen whispered softly and gently, and before Heahmund could even exhale, his impossibly beautiful lips had already settled on Heahmund's, making him taste his own pleasure, making him tremble completely hypersensitive. But his hands closed tightly around Ivar's waist, and he deepened the kisses with a gentle nudge that the two exchanged hotly on the bench.

He was guaranteed to go to jail, he knew that.

He knew that after he came on Ivar's beautiful face - he knew that when he removed the towel from Ivar's hips, as he took the hard and wonderfully slick cock in his hand for the first time. And he knew he was going to end up in hell as well, when at some point his head burrowed between Ivar's legs, exploring the most beautiful and youngest body he had ever had underneath him.

#fanfic #vikings #heavar #ivar x heahmund

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