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have any other trips booked?” I asked breathlessly, not keen on us being interrupted by a party of irate tourists.
    “Not today. Tomorrow.” Still working on my sodden jeans, Viggo leaned down to brush his lips against my neck. “But I think we’ll be finished by then, yes?”
    “Yes,” I breathed into his throat. My jeans finally stopped being stubborn and let themselves be unzipped, and I gave a low moan as Viggo’s warm, tattooed hand caressed me through my underwear.
    I started drawing down the zip of Viggo’s coverall, which was a smarter, sleeker version of the romper suit I’d been wearing. I pushed the coverall off his shoulders, and he wriggled out of it sensuously to let it hang at his waist.
    The tattoos, I could now see, extended right up his arm in swirls of colour. Above the hammer, a snake curled sinuously around Viggo’s arm, its head disappearing into the sleeve of his T-shirt. I drew in a sharp breath. “The Midgard serpent?”
    “You like it? I think you’ll like this one even better.” Viggo didn’t wait for an answer, just stripped off his shirt and turned his back to display a detailed depiction of Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life, its branches spreading over his firm shoulders.
    My mouth dry, I traced the intricate design with one finger, and he shivered under my touch. I could almost hear the tattooed leaves rustling, as if stirred by the wind. Did I remember this? Was this what I’d been searching for?
    Viggo turned. “I think we need to warm you up.”
    Oh yes. I pulled my shirt off over my head and wrapped my arms around his waist to pull him towards me. As our chests met, the heat of his skin seared me. “God, you’re so hot,” I gasped. I buried my face in the junction of his neck and shoulder, and breathed in the light, woodsy scent of his cologne. Viggo’s calloused hands moved over my shoulders and back, finally coming to rest on the waistband of my jeans, which he pushed down roughly. My cock strained against the cotton of my briefs, until he took pity on me and pushed those down too.
    While the sensation of my naked cock rubbing against his coveralls was an interesting one, it wasn’t the one I craved. I pulled the zip down the rest of the way, and the suit fell to his ankles, leaving him clad only in a pair of shorts that were sharply tented at the front. I rubbed the bulge there, loving the feel of the hardness beneath the fabric. Viggo muttered something that sounded like an Icelandic swearword. “Good?” I asked.
    He pushed down his shorts with a speed that left me breathless, and pressed our naked cocks together with one large hand. “Better.”
    “Oh God, yes,” I breathed. My heart was pounding as if I were back on the jet boat, hurtling at breakneck speed towards an unknown destination. Viggo pumped us up and down a few times, licking and nibbling at my neck as he did so. Feeling a sudden need to taste him in return, I pulled my head away to lick a stripe up his throat. His skin was rich and salty, my tongue rasping on his beard as I reached his chin.
    “You like a man with a beard.”
    “Yes,” I said, although he hadn’t phrased it as a question. A longer reply was way beyond my capabilities at this point.
    “I like my men clean-shaven.” His thumb smoothed its way down my face. “Do you want to fuck me?”
    I shivered, although it wasn’t from the cold. My cock leapt. “God, yes.”
    We were both still hobbled by our coveralls and boots, so I wondered how exactly this was going to work. I looked around. There was a row of ripped-out car seats along one wall of the container. “Lie down,” I said.
    “Too damp,” Viggo said. “I’ll lean against the wall.”
    He turned and bent over, bracing his arms against the metal side of the container. The fact that both of us had our ankles effectively tied was having a wholly unexpected effect on my libido—as was the way Yggdrasil’s roots curved over Viggo’s arse and down into his crack. I was unable