Inhibitons Be Gone (V/O/S)
Title: Inhibitions Be Gone (1/1)
Author: beppie (Steph)
Rating: NC-17 Pairing: OB/VM/SB, OB/MC/HS
Summary: Orlando finds himself in an unusual situation, twice, and Viggo and Sean worry about their `friend'.
Warnings: There is marijuana smoking and strong language within.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Beta: Princess Greenleaf
Orlando finished the last scene before lunch and headed to the food tent set up for the cast and crew. He was walking with Ian, smiling up at the older man who had his arm slung companionably around Orlando's shoulders.
"You are doing such a wonderful job Orlando," Ian spoke to him in that cultured sort of way he was so known for, and it made Orlando smile and squeeze his arm around Ian's waist. Moments like these reminded Orlando he was not dreaming; he really was part of a huge movie production, and spending his time, and making friends, with icons like Ian Mckellen.
When the two entered the tent a chorus of voices called them over to a table busy with activity. Orlando grabbed an orange and a bottle of water before joining the group of four hobbits and two humans.
After they spent a few minutes eating and throwing straws at one another, Elijah turned to Orlando with a guilty look on his face. "Orli, man, I forgot that we can't get together at your place this evening. Peter wants to work with the four of us on the sound stage." Elijah crinkled his nose up and rolled his eyes.
Dom groaned behind him, "I was looking forward to getting pissed myself. I think eight hours today will be enough if you ask me."
"Don't be a pussy," Viggo laughed, "We're actors, we don't work eight hour days."
"Oi, correction, Hobbits don't work eight hour days," Dom countered.
The table erupted in snorts of protest and indignant laughs. "And hobbits don't train as much as us sword wielding humans. Besides, we all know Vig is never off. He takes Aragorn wherever he goes." Sean defended himself and his friend.
Orlando took a swig of his water before punching Elijah in the back. "Hey, you guys were my ride home today. It's not like I just asked you over for the company." His harsh remark was spoiled by the beautiful smile that could melt the heart of anyone it was aimed at, as it was doing at the moment.
"I'm sor…" Elijah started to say, but was suddenly cut off by a deep voice from the table behind them.
"I'll give you a ride Orlando," Marton was just standing from his table with an empty plate in his hand. He was dressed in his soft Celeborn robes and wig, but his face and voice were that of a man who meant business and would not take no for an answer. If Orlando weren't so scared of him, he would have laughed.
"Uh…no…that's o.k. Marton. I don't want to bother you. " He answered too quickly to be casual.
"I insist. It's on my way home, so no problem. I'll meet up with you outside of makeup later." With that, Marton just turned and left the tent. Watching Celeborn swagger off with an empty paper plate hanging at his side was just too weird.
Orlando was still staring after the disappearing figure when Viggo's voice broke the silence that had descended over the table. "Well, how do you like that? The man actually made a favor sound like an order." He was looking at Orlando with a mixture of humor and annoyance on his face. Sean narrowed his eyes in the direction Marton had just gone, but he didn't say anything.
"Why would he insist on taking you home Orli? You two got something going or what?" Elijah chortled from Orlando's left and Ian rolled his eyes. Orlando squeaked at him. "What…you wanker. He's just being nice is all. At least he didn't fail to tell me he couldn't be there when he already said he could."
The strange moment was forgotten as Orlando put Elijah in a headlock and pulled him to the floor. "Watch the hair you twat!" Elijah's voice was muffled in Orlando's armpit. Soon a pile of hobbits joined the two, before the wizard and humans had to break them all apart in order to resume their day of shooting without further delays due to costume adjustments.
Later that night Sean lounged on Viggo's sofa with his third bottle of bear in his hand. Viggo came into the room with a fresh one of his own and joined his friend on the couch. "Is it just me, or did Marton act funny today?" Sean voiced the same thought that had plagued Viggo since lunch.
"Yeah, I didn't like his highhandedness with Orli. Why would he jump to help him like that anyway? It's not like they have spent much time together." Viggo looked suspiciously close to pouting. Sean started to say something to him when Viggo cut him off, "Hey! Didn't Marton say Orli's was on the way home anyway?" At Sean's nod he continued, "Marton lives on the beach. I went over there with Craig one night to pick him up for a language lesson. He's on the other side of town from Orli."
Sean's brow drew in, and Viggo's hand tightened around his bottle. Viggo ran his other hand through his hair as his friend watched him. Suddenly Sean burst into laughter.
"What's so damn funny?" Viggo demanded.
"Us. You'd think we were his parents or something. We are acting like two mother hens." Sean clapped Viggo on the back. Then he messed his own hair and his laughter stopped. He spoke in a low murmur, more to himself than to Viggo, "Or two jealous lovers."
Viggo jerked his head around and stared at him. Their eyes locked and held for long seconds.
"Hmph," Viggo grumped and turned back to nursing his beer.
But they both saw it. It was mirrored in each of their faces what they were thinking, and they each recognized something familiar.
The next evening the members of the fellowship were to get together at a barbeque Viggo had planned two weeks ago. Viggo was anxious about it all day, but he knew it was mostly because he wanted to ask Orli how his ride home went. Sean had stayed the night and he spent the day helping Viggo prepare the food and stock the cooler with beer. They both agreed not to worry over Orli anymore, but Sean told Viggo that he was going to ask the young Brit about it.
"I'll be subtle. I don't want him to think we're being nosey." He said.
"Fine. Whatever." Viggo pretended nonchalance, "Just make it casual." He busied himself with the steaks. `Why am I making such a big thing of this?' he asked himself. `It was just a fucking ride. I'm not Orli's keeper for fuck's sake.' He started to stab the steaks with his fork, and Sean came up behind him.
"Look, he's our friend. It's perfectly acceptable that we look out for him." Viggo felt like Sean could read his mind. He smiled at him and left the poor steaks alone. "Right," he said just as the doorbell rang.
Orlando arrived so late that Viggo was about to call him. He came in the door with a wide apologetic grin and a bottle of whiskey. He wore a pair of tight blue jeans that rode low on his narrow hips, and his black tee was just the right length that it left a slit of tanned flat stomach showing. Everyone immediately forgot being put off by his tardiness.
Hours later, long after both Ian and John had gone home, Elijah was drunkenly staggering through the house looking for an empty bed. He didn't find one, but he did find a bed with two passed out hobbits in it, and he decided there was room for one more. He was out before his head hit the pillow.
Sean and Orli were lounging in the floor in the living room, and Viggo spoke to them from the doorway. "Hey, come on. The hobbits are all out of it. I've got a nice joint we can share." He waved his precious possession in the air, and Sean helped Orli get to his feet.
The three of them made their way to the downstairs studio that Viggo kept off limits to others. There were two large brown leather couches and a chair on one end of the room. Orli sprawled belly first on one couch and Viggo sat in front of him on the floor. Sean sat at the end of the second couch in easy reach of Viggo and his joint. They passed it a few times in silence, all of them totally relaxed from the beer and marijuana coursing through their systems.
Viggo nudged Sean with his foot and he looked at him in confusion. "What?" Sean said, making Viggo roll his eyes and sigh loudly. "Oh, yeah," Sean licked his lips and giggled at his lapse. At Viggo's annoyed glare he turned to Orlando, who looked on the verge of sleep.
"So, Orlando, how did your ride home yesterday go?" Oh great, Sean thought, so subtle.
Orlando rolled over on his back and looked from Viggo to Sean with eyes half lidded from his high. "Wha' ya mean?”
"I mean, Marton gave you a ride home didn't he?" Sean continued.
Orlando's face split in a little grin and he looked at the hands that passed him the joint. He took his time answering, and smoked long and hard before passing it back. When he exhaled he looked at the two of them through the haze that filled the room. "Oh, he gave me a ride alright. I had the best ride of my life."
Viggo started coughing hard from the smoke he inhaled too quickly at hearing Orlando's reply. Orlando sat up and started pounding on his back, feeling bad for doing that to him, but secretly amused he got such a response.
Sean shoved a beer in Viggo's hand without taking his eyes off of Orlando. "What do you mean he gave you the best ride of your life?" He asked incredulously.
Viggo calmed and wiped tears from his eyes. Orlando chuckled at the twin looks on their faces as he made himself comfortable on the couch once more. "Just what I said. It was totally unexpected, but I'm telling you it was fucking amazing. He and Harry…"
"He and Harry!" Viggo's voice sounded squeaky and he gave another cough. Orlando laughed outright then. He was feeling so good. The beer and smoke had totally relaxed him, and after last night, he felt like a new person. Here he was with the two sexiest men he knew, and he was basking in the afterglow of his newfound knowledge. Orlando knew he had an effect on others, but after last night his confidence went up considerably. The power he felt laying here with these two focusing completely on him made him dizzy with excitement.
He knew he could contribute this feeling to last night, and the high he was experiencing at the moment. Orlando rested his head on the arm of the couch and stretched his legs fully out in front of him. He flung one upper limb over the back of the couch arm, and ran his other hand over his chest slowly. He smiled when he noted both pairs of eyes following its course over his body.
"It is the funniest story, " he said in a husky voice, "Do you want me to tell you about it?"
"Yes," Sean's whisper was barely heard, but Orlando acknowledged it with another smile.
"What about you Viggo? Do you want to know what happened?" He turned his chocolate gaze to the man frozen in place on the floor. Viggo could only nod. Orlando continued to stare at him until Viggo could swear the other two could hear his pulse in the quiet room.
"Well," Orlando began, "Marton met me like he said he would…you know… outside of the makeup trailer. He was quiet. In fact, he was quiet the entire time in the car too. I mean the guy was making me nervous as hell. Suddenly I realized we passed my place right up. I thought he maybe didn't realize it was my street, but he said he wasn't going to take me home just yet. He said he was meeting up with Harry for dinner at his place, and he thought I'd like to go. I wasn't going to say no, not to Marton. So we went the rest of the way to Harry's in virtual silence." Orlando paused, he had held eye contact with Sean and Viggo the whole time, but he wanted to make sure he still had their interest.
"What happened at Harry's?" Sean wanted to know. He was gripping his thigh with his left hand and held the forgotten joint in the other. Orlando gestured for it, and Sean hastily leaned over Viggo to give it to him. Orlando put it out in the ashtray on the table in front of the couch before he continued.
"When we got to Harry's I was pretty nervous. I had only met the guy a few times ya know, and I didn't know how he would feel about a third dinner date. But when we got to the door, he was not at all surprised to see me. In fact, he pulled me in for a huge hug and told me he was pleased I could come. I was taken aback to say the least. We had a nice meal and Marton acted almost normal during the dinner. But…"
"But what?" This from Viggo, who now leaned back against the couch Sean sat on.
"Well, he kept grinning at me across the table. Marton, I mean. I would look up, feeling his eyes on me, and find him just looking me over, up… and… down," Orli ran his hand up and down his chest again in slow motion when he said this. Then he went on, "Harry was acting amused the whole time, like he knew something I didn't. When we finished eating he asked me if I'd like to…oh get this…"adjourn to the den for some Champaign"…like right out of a damn movie. There I was, sitting in a chair with the two of them sitting across from me. I don't know how it started. Marton turned towards Harry and was running his hand up the inside of his thigh." Orlando mimicked the move on himself, spreading his legs a bit as he did so.
The breathing in the room picked up a notch. Orlando licked his lips before he continued, "He began kissing on his neck. Then his hand cupped him fully and he moaned into Harry's body." Orlando closed his eyes and brought his hand from over the arm of the couch to caress the side of his own neck. The hand on his thigh didn't stop moving.
Viggo and Sean could not believe the hot picture Orlando made just now. His cheeks were slightly flushed already from the alcohol, but they had turned a becoming shade when he started talking. He was stretched out in all his glory not four feet from them, and all they could do was watch as he began to come undone right before their eyes.
Viggo was afraid to move, afraid he would break this spell they were all under. Orlando continued after a moment, his eyes still closed, "And then, then Harry just looked at me. He looked at me hard, with Marton glued to the side of his body. No one said a fucking word. Marton unzipped Harry's pants and pulled him out. Harry was hard as a brick, so hard,"
Orli's voice dropped to a whisper and his chest rose unevenly. "Marton stroked him slowly. Then Harry started undoing Marton's slacks. Both of them were looking at me now, watching me as they stroked one another openly. `Orli' …Marton breathed my name so low I almost missed it, but I was looking at his mouth so I couldn't have."
Viggo was rubbing his own erection through his jeans at hearing Orlando's words. Behind him, he could hear Sean's heavy breathing. Sean's knee bumped his shoulder as he spread his feet further on the floor. They could not take their eyes off of the erotic sight of Orlando.
Orlando was fully aroused at this point. His cock was pushing painfully against his pants, but he was not ready to take it out yet. He was enjoying the moment too much. A part of him could not believe he was doing this, and the other part was beyond caring. He knew what he must look like, and it made him even harder to think about it. His buzzed state completely erased his inhibitions.
Orlando kept his eyes closed, and his hands busy on his body. Sean wanted so badly to touch him, but he didn't want the young man to stop the magic he was weaving over them. He kept still with the greatest amount of control he had ever felt. He put his knuckle in his mouth to stifle a moan when Orlando lifted his shirt to reach his own nipple. The back of Sean's other hand accidentally touched the nape of Viggo's neck. When Viggo leaned into him, Sean repeated the movement until he was rubbing Viggo's warmed skin. Both of them were barely moving, but every twitch of every muscle was keenly felt.
Orlando, with eyes still closed, spoke again. "I knew what they wanted. So I gave it to them. I stood up and went to them on shaky legs. I'm glad it wasn't far because my knees would not have held me up much longer. I kneeled before them. Marton traced my jaw with his fingers and Harry gripped my hair. They never stopped stroking. I took Harry into my mouth first."
Sean couldn't stop his moan this time. Orlando looked at the two of them finally. Viggo was sitting between Sean's spread legs and Orlando could see where Sean's fingers appeared around the sides of Viggo's neck that he was touching his friend. Viggo had his hand firmly between his legs, and they were both looking at Orlando through eyes heavy with desire.
"I sucked him hard," Orli went on, "He was bucking up into me and I couldn't get enough. `Yeah Orli', Marton said,`take all of it…and I did."
"Jesus," Viggo broke his silence in a breath. He licked his lips, his eyes completely glazed over with want.
"No, Orlando." Orli said cheekily, but without a smile. "Don't interrupt me Viggo. Unless you don't want me to go on…"
"No, don't stop baby," Sean was as far gone as the other two, "Don't you dare stop. Tell us what they did to you. What did you let them do Orli?" Sean gripped Viggo's hair harder, making the Dane gasp in excitement.
"I let them take me Sean. Marton dropped to a crouch behind me as I took Harry deep into my mouth. Then they were both filling me. I felt so full." Orlando decided he had to take himself out of his pants. He undid the buttons of his jeans as he spoke, and now he gripped his cock and arched his back slightly.
"Marton was so strong. He pounded into me so hard I know Harry felt every stroke. Marton growled in my ear, `Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?' It was so hot. He…" Suddenly an open mouth on his own cut off Orlando's voice.
Viggo covered Orlando's body and kissed him hard. Sean had barley seen him move he was so fast. Orlando moaned into Viggo's mouth, and the sound nearly made the older man come. Their cocks rubbed together, and Orlando wondered for a brief second when Viggo had undone his pants. Viggo reluctantly released Orli's mouth so that he could rip the black shirt over his head. He had never felt this much need. All thoughts of gentleness he ever had where Orlando was concerned were forgotten in the wake of the young man's wanton display.
Viggo latched onto a nipple and began to suck almost painfully. Orlando cried out. He looked at Sean over Viggo's shoulder, who was now standing and removing his own clothes in a maddening slow pace. The look in his eyes made Orlando shiver. Viggo pulled Orlando up into a sitting position and quickly worked to rid him of the rest of his clothes.
Viggo then stood to take off his own shirt and pants before settling back down on the couch. He pulled Orlando into his lap to straddle him. They resumed kissing, with Orli wrapped around Viggo. Sean kneeled on the floor behind him and started to attack his neck. Orlando turned his head aside to capture his fellow Brit in a kiss. Viggo's hands shook as he watched them, pink tongues darting out between their mouths.
Loud moans filled the room, and hands roamed roughly over sweaty skin. Sean and Viggo locked gazes when Orlando said, "Please…I want you both so much." The pleading in his low voice nearly did them both in.
Sean brought two of Viggo's fingers to his mouth, and Orli watched as he sucked on them. Viggo grunted as Seans tongue caressed the sensitive skin between his digits. Then Sean put Viggo's fingers into Orlando. Sean didn't think he had ever seen a sight so hot, and Viggo didn't think he'd ever felt anything so beautiful.
Orlando started to keen loudly and move up and down on Viggo's hand. Sean was dripping with desire, and he used his own wetness to slick himself up. He gently pulled Orlando off of Viggo's hand and rose up to meet the cleft between Orlando's cheeks with his hardness. "Do it! Fuck me Sean." Orlando was beyond coherent thought. He just wanted to feel the man in him. Sean drove deep in one thrust, pushing Orlando into Viggo, who muffled Orlando's wail with his mouth. "Oh baby, you feel so good…so good," Sean panted as he immediately set a fast pace. He knew he would not last long; they were all too far-gone for that. Each thrust pushed Orlando's erection into Viggo's and they both shuddered from the contact.
Sean came with a shout, sending one final stroke deep into Orlando. As soon as Sean slipped from the young man's body, Orlando rose up and impaled himself onto Viggo. The loud gasp from the man beneath him told Orlando he was not expecting the move.
"Oh yeah, that's it Orli. Fuck yourself on me." Viggo's dirty words, and Seans steady hands on his cock pushed Orlando over the edge. He fell against Viggo as he came, covering both of their stomachs with the proof of his orgasm. Viggo gripped his hips hard and pushed up twice more into the tight heat before he too found his release.
Sean sat next to Viggo on the couch and they both held Orlando across their laps. Their hands worked constantly to sooth the young bundle in their arms. Orlando raised his head from Sean's shoulder and smiled at them sleepily. "If I knew I was going to have so much fun I would have gone to Harry's a long time ago."
"Yeah, well you're not going back to Harry's baby," Sean said as he nibbled Orlando's neck.
"And why not?" Orlando giggled as Sean hit a sensitive spot.
"Because," Viggo answered as he tightened his hold, "You're going to be here, with us."
End
Author: beppie (Steph)
Rating: NC-17 Pairing: OB/VM/SB, OB/MC/HS
Summary: Orlando finds himself in an unusual situation, twice, and Viggo and Sean worry about their `friend'.
Warnings: There is marijuana smoking and strong language within.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Beta: Princess Greenleaf
Orlando finished the last scene before lunch and headed to the food tent set up for the cast and crew. He was walking with Ian, smiling up at the older man who had his arm slung companionably around Orlando's shoulders.
"You are doing such a wonderful job Orlando," Ian spoke to him in that cultured sort of way he was so known for, and it made Orlando smile and squeeze his arm around Ian's waist. Moments like these reminded Orlando he was not dreaming; he really was part of a huge movie production, and spending his time, and making friends, with icons like Ian Mckellen.
When the two entered the tent a chorus of voices called them over to a table busy with activity. Orlando grabbed an orange and a bottle of water before joining the group of four hobbits and two humans.
After they spent a few minutes eating and throwing straws at one another, Elijah turned to Orlando with a guilty look on his face. "Orli, man, I forgot that we can't get together at your place this evening. Peter wants to work with the four of us on the sound stage." Elijah crinkled his nose up and rolled his eyes.
Dom groaned behind him, "I was looking forward to getting pissed myself. I think eight hours today will be enough if you ask me."
"Don't be a pussy," Viggo laughed, "We're actors, we don't work eight hour days."
"Oi, correction, Hobbits don't work eight hour days," Dom countered.
The table erupted in snorts of protest and indignant laughs. "And hobbits don't train as much as us sword wielding humans. Besides, we all know Vig is never off. He takes Aragorn wherever he goes." Sean defended himself and his friend.
Orlando took a swig of his water before punching Elijah in the back. "Hey, you guys were my ride home today. It's not like I just asked you over for the company." His harsh remark was spoiled by the beautiful smile that could melt the heart of anyone it was aimed at, as it was doing at the moment.
"I'm sor…" Elijah started to say, but was suddenly cut off by a deep voice from the table behind them.
"I'll give you a ride Orlando," Marton was just standing from his table with an empty plate in his hand. He was dressed in his soft Celeborn robes and wig, but his face and voice were that of a man who meant business and would not take no for an answer. If Orlando weren't so scared of him, he would have laughed.
"Uh…no…that's o.k. Marton. I don't want to bother you. " He answered too quickly to be casual.
"I insist. It's on my way home, so no problem. I'll meet up with you outside of makeup later." With that, Marton just turned and left the tent. Watching Celeborn swagger off with an empty paper plate hanging at his side was just too weird.
Orlando was still staring after the disappearing figure when Viggo's voice broke the silence that had descended over the table. "Well, how do you like that? The man actually made a favor sound like an order." He was looking at Orlando with a mixture of humor and annoyance on his face. Sean narrowed his eyes in the direction Marton had just gone, but he didn't say anything.
"Why would he insist on taking you home Orli? You two got something going or what?" Elijah chortled from Orlando's left and Ian rolled his eyes. Orlando squeaked at him. "What…you wanker. He's just being nice is all. At least he didn't fail to tell me he couldn't be there when he already said he could."
The strange moment was forgotten as Orlando put Elijah in a headlock and pulled him to the floor. "Watch the hair you twat!" Elijah's voice was muffled in Orlando's armpit. Soon a pile of hobbits joined the two, before the wizard and humans had to break them all apart in order to resume their day of shooting without further delays due to costume adjustments.
Later that night Sean lounged on Viggo's sofa with his third bottle of bear in his hand. Viggo came into the room with a fresh one of his own and joined his friend on the couch. "Is it just me, or did Marton act funny today?" Sean voiced the same thought that had plagued Viggo since lunch.
"Yeah, I didn't like his highhandedness with Orli. Why would he jump to help him like that anyway? It's not like they have spent much time together." Viggo looked suspiciously close to pouting. Sean started to say something to him when Viggo cut him off, "Hey! Didn't Marton say Orli's was on the way home anyway?" At Sean's nod he continued, "Marton lives on the beach. I went over there with Craig one night to pick him up for a language lesson. He's on the other side of town from Orli."
Sean's brow drew in, and Viggo's hand tightened around his bottle. Viggo ran his other hand through his hair as his friend watched him. Suddenly Sean burst into laughter.
"What's so damn funny?" Viggo demanded.
"Us. You'd think we were his parents or something. We are acting like two mother hens." Sean clapped Viggo on the back. Then he messed his own hair and his laughter stopped. He spoke in a low murmur, more to himself than to Viggo, "Or two jealous lovers."
Viggo jerked his head around and stared at him. Their eyes locked and held for long seconds.
"Hmph," Viggo grumped and turned back to nursing his beer.
But they both saw it. It was mirrored in each of their faces what they were thinking, and they each recognized something familiar.
The next evening the members of the fellowship were to get together at a barbeque Viggo had planned two weeks ago. Viggo was anxious about it all day, but he knew it was mostly because he wanted to ask Orli how his ride home went. Sean had stayed the night and he spent the day helping Viggo prepare the food and stock the cooler with beer. They both agreed not to worry over Orli anymore, but Sean told Viggo that he was going to ask the young Brit about it.
"I'll be subtle. I don't want him to think we're being nosey." He said.
"Fine. Whatever." Viggo pretended nonchalance, "Just make it casual." He busied himself with the steaks. `Why am I making such a big thing of this?' he asked himself. `It was just a fucking ride. I'm not Orli's keeper for fuck's sake.' He started to stab the steaks with his fork, and Sean came up behind him.
"Look, he's our friend. It's perfectly acceptable that we look out for him." Viggo felt like Sean could read his mind. He smiled at him and left the poor steaks alone. "Right," he said just as the doorbell rang.
Orlando arrived so late that Viggo was about to call him. He came in the door with a wide apologetic grin and a bottle of whiskey. He wore a pair of tight blue jeans that rode low on his narrow hips, and his black tee was just the right length that it left a slit of tanned flat stomach showing. Everyone immediately forgot being put off by his tardiness.
Hours later, long after both Ian and John had gone home, Elijah was drunkenly staggering through the house looking for an empty bed. He didn't find one, but he did find a bed with two passed out hobbits in it, and he decided there was room for one more. He was out before his head hit the pillow.
Sean and Orli were lounging in the floor in the living room, and Viggo spoke to them from the doorway. "Hey, come on. The hobbits are all out of it. I've got a nice joint we can share." He waved his precious possession in the air, and Sean helped Orli get to his feet.
The three of them made their way to the downstairs studio that Viggo kept off limits to others. There were two large brown leather couches and a chair on one end of the room. Orli sprawled belly first on one couch and Viggo sat in front of him on the floor. Sean sat at the end of the second couch in easy reach of Viggo and his joint. They passed it a few times in silence, all of them totally relaxed from the beer and marijuana coursing through their systems.
Viggo nudged Sean with his foot and he looked at him in confusion. "What?" Sean said, making Viggo roll his eyes and sigh loudly. "Oh, yeah," Sean licked his lips and giggled at his lapse. At Viggo's annoyed glare he turned to Orlando, who looked on the verge of sleep.
"So, Orlando, how did your ride home yesterday go?" Oh great, Sean thought, so subtle.
Orlando rolled over on his back and looked from Viggo to Sean with eyes half lidded from his high. "Wha' ya mean?”
"I mean, Marton gave you a ride home didn't he?" Sean continued.
Orlando's face split in a little grin and he looked at the hands that passed him the joint. He took his time answering, and smoked long and hard before passing it back. When he exhaled he looked at the two of them through the haze that filled the room. "Oh, he gave me a ride alright. I had the best ride of my life."
Viggo started coughing hard from the smoke he inhaled too quickly at hearing Orlando's reply. Orlando sat up and started pounding on his back, feeling bad for doing that to him, but secretly amused he got such a response.
Sean shoved a beer in Viggo's hand without taking his eyes off of Orlando. "What do you mean he gave you the best ride of your life?" He asked incredulously.
Viggo calmed and wiped tears from his eyes. Orlando chuckled at the twin looks on their faces as he made himself comfortable on the couch once more. "Just what I said. It was totally unexpected, but I'm telling you it was fucking amazing. He and Harry…"
"He and Harry!" Viggo's voice sounded squeaky and he gave another cough. Orlando laughed outright then. He was feeling so good. The beer and smoke had totally relaxed him, and after last night, he felt like a new person. Here he was with the two sexiest men he knew, and he was basking in the afterglow of his newfound knowledge. Orlando knew he had an effect on others, but after last night his confidence went up considerably. The power he felt laying here with these two focusing completely on him made him dizzy with excitement.
He knew he could contribute this feeling to last night, and the high he was experiencing at the moment. Orlando rested his head on the arm of the couch and stretched his legs fully out in front of him. He flung one upper limb over the back of the couch arm, and ran his other hand over his chest slowly. He smiled when he noted both pairs of eyes following its course over his body.
"It is the funniest story, " he said in a husky voice, "Do you want me to tell you about it?"
"Yes," Sean's whisper was barely heard, but Orlando acknowledged it with another smile.
"What about you Viggo? Do you want to know what happened?" He turned his chocolate gaze to the man frozen in place on the floor. Viggo could only nod. Orlando continued to stare at him until Viggo could swear the other two could hear his pulse in the quiet room.
"Well," Orlando began, "Marton met me like he said he would…you know… outside of the makeup trailer. He was quiet. In fact, he was quiet the entire time in the car too. I mean the guy was making me nervous as hell. Suddenly I realized we passed my place right up. I thought he maybe didn't realize it was my street, but he said he wasn't going to take me home just yet. He said he was meeting up with Harry for dinner at his place, and he thought I'd like to go. I wasn't going to say no, not to Marton. So we went the rest of the way to Harry's in virtual silence." Orlando paused, he had held eye contact with Sean and Viggo the whole time, but he wanted to make sure he still had their interest.
"What happened at Harry's?" Sean wanted to know. He was gripping his thigh with his left hand and held the forgotten joint in the other. Orlando gestured for it, and Sean hastily leaned over Viggo to give it to him. Orlando put it out in the ashtray on the table in front of the couch before he continued.
"When we got to Harry's I was pretty nervous. I had only met the guy a few times ya know, and I didn't know how he would feel about a third dinner date. But when we got to the door, he was not at all surprised to see me. In fact, he pulled me in for a huge hug and told me he was pleased I could come. I was taken aback to say the least. We had a nice meal and Marton acted almost normal during the dinner. But…"
"But what?" This from Viggo, who now leaned back against the couch Sean sat on.
"Well, he kept grinning at me across the table. Marton, I mean. I would look up, feeling his eyes on me, and find him just looking me over, up… and… down," Orli ran his hand up and down his chest again in slow motion when he said this. Then he went on, "Harry was acting amused the whole time, like he knew something I didn't. When we finished eating he asked me if I'd like to…oh get this…"adjourn to the den for some Champaign"…like right out of a damn movie. There I was, sitting in a chair with the two of them sitting across from me. I don't know how it started. Marton turned towards Harry and was running his hand up the inside of his thigh." Orlando mimicked the move on himself, spreading his legs a bit as he did so.
The breathing in the room picked up a notch. Orlando licked his lips before he continued, "He began kissing on his neck. Then his hand cupped him fully and he moaned into Harry's body." Orlando closed his eyes and brought his hand from over the arm of the couch to caress the side of his own neck. The hand on his thigh didn't stop moving.
Viggo and Sean could not believe the hot picture Orlando made just now. His cheeks were slightly flushed already from the alcohol, but they had turned a becoming shade when he started talking. He was stretched out in all his glory not four feet from them, and all they could do was watch as he began to come undone right before their eyes.
Viggo was afraid to move, afraid he would break this spell they were all under. Orlando continued after a moment, his eyes still closed, "And then, then Harry just looked at me. He looked at me hard, with Marton glued to the side of his body. No one said a fucking word. Marton unzipped Harry's pants and pulled him out. Harry was hard as a brick, so hard,"
Orli's voice dropped to a whisper and his chest rose unevenly. "Marton stroked him slowly. Then Harry started undoing Marton's slacks. Both of them were looking at me now, watching me as they stroked one another openly. `Orli' …Marton breathed my name so low I almost missed it, but I was looking at his mouth so I couldn't have."
Viggo was rubbing his own erection through his jeans at hearing Orlando's words. Behind him, he could hear Sean's heavy breathing. Sean's knee bumped his shoulder as he spread his feet further on the floor. They could not take their eyes off of the erotic sight of Orlando.
Orlando was fully aroused at this point. His cock was pushing painfully against his pants, but he was not ready to take it out yet. He was enjoying the moment too much. A part of him could not believe he was doing this, and the other part was beyond caring. He knew what he must look like, and it made him even harder to think about it. His buzzed state completely erased his inhibitions.
Orlando kept his eyes closed, and his hands busy on his body. Sean wanted so badly to touch him, but he didn't want the young man to stop the magic he was weaving over them. He kept still with the greatest amount of control he had ever felt. He put his knuckle in his mouth to stifle a moan when Orlando lifted his shirt to reach his own nipple. The back of Sean's other hand accidentally touched the nape of Viggo's neck. When Viggo leaned into him, Sean repeated the movement until he was rubbing Viggo's warmed skin. Both of them were barely moving, but every twitch of every muscle was keenly felt.
Orlando, with eyes still closed, spoke again. "I knew what they wanted. So I gave it to them. I stood up and went to them on shaky legs. I'm glad it wasn't far because my knees would not have held me up much longer. I kneeled before them. Marton traced my jaw with his fingers and Harry gripped my hair. They never stopped stroking. I took Harry into my mouth first."
Sean couldn't stop his moan this time. Orlando looked at the two of them finally. Viggo was sitting between Sean's spread legs and Orlando could see where Sean's fingers appeared around the sides of Viggo's neck that he was touching his friend. Viggo had his hand firmly between his legs, and they were both looking at Orlando through eyes heavy with desire.
"I sucked him hard," Orli went on, "He was bucking up into me and I couldn't get enough. `Yeah Orli', Marton said,`take all of it…and I did."
"Jesus," Viggo broke his silence in a breath. He licked his lips, his eyes completely glazed over with want.
"No, Orlando." Orli said cheekily, but without a smile. "Don't interrupt me Viggo. Unless you don't want me to go on…"
"No, don't stop baby," Sean was as far gone as the other two, "Don't you dare stop. Tell us what they did to you. What did you let them do Orli?" Sean gripped Viggo's hair harder, making the Dane gasp in excitement.
"I let them take me Sean. Marton dropped to a crouch behind me as I took Harry deep into my mouth. Then they were both filling me. I felt so full." Orlando decided he had to take himself out of his pants. He undid the buttons of his jeans as he spoke, and now he gripped his cock and arched his back slightly.
"Marton was so strong. He pounded into me so hard I know Harry felt every stroke. Marton growled in my ear, `Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?' It was so hot. He…" Suddenly an open mouth on his own cut off Orlando's voice.
Viggo covered Orlando's body and kissed him hard. Sean had barley seen him move he was so fast. Orlando moaned into Viggo's mouth, and the sound nearly made the older man come. Their cocks rubbed together, and Orlando wondered for a brief second when Viggo had undone his pants. Viggo reluctantly released Orli's mouth so that he could rip the black shirt over his head. He had never felt this much need. All thoughts of gentleness he ever had where Orlando was concerned were forgotten in the wake of the young man's wanton display.
Viggo latched onto a nipple and began to suck almost painfully. Orlando cried out. He looked at Sean over Viggo's shoulder, who was now standing and removing his own clothes in a maddening slow pace. The look in his eyes made Orlando shiver. Viggo pulled Orlando up into a sitting position and quickly worked to rid him of the rest of his clothes.
Viggo then stood to take off his own shirt and pants before settling back down on the couch. He pulled Orlando into his lap to straddle him. They resumed kissing, with Orli wrapped around Viggo. Sean kneeled on the floor behind him and started to attack his neck. Orlando turned his head aside to capture his fellow Brit in a kiss. Viggo's hands shook as he watched them, pink tongues darting out between their mouths.
Loud moans filled the room, and hands roamed roughly over sweaty skin. Sean and Viggo locked gazes when Orlando said, "Please…I want you both so much." The pleading in his low voice nearly did them both in.
Sean brought two of Viggo's fingers to his mouth, and Orli watched as he sucked on them. Viggo grunted as Seans tongue caressed the sensitive skin between his digits. Then Sean put Viggo's fingers into Orlando. Sean didn't think he had ever seen a sight so hot, and Viggo didn't think he'd ever felt anything so beautiful.
Orlando started to keen loudly and move up and down on Viggo's hand. Sean was dripping with desire, and he used his own wetness to slick himself up. He gently pulled Orlando off of Viggo's hand and rose up to meet the cleft between Orlando's cheeks with his hardness. "Do it! Fuck me Sean." Orlando was beyond coherent thought. He just wanted to feel the man in him. Sean drove deep in one thrust, pushing Orlando into Viggo, who muffled Orlando's wail with his mouth. "Oh baby, you feel so good…so good," Sean panted as he immediately set a fast pace. He knew he would not last long; they were all too far-gone for that. Each thrust pushed Orlando's erection into Viggo's and they both shuddered from the contact.
Sean came with a shout, sending one final stroke deep into Orlando. As soon as Sean slipped from the young man's body, Orlando rose up and impaled himself onto Viggo. The loud gasp from the man beneath him told Orlando he was not expecting the move.
"Oh yeah, that's it Orli. Fuck yourself on me." Viggo's dirty words, and Seans steady hands on his cock pushed Orlando over the edge. He fell against Viggo as he came, covering both of their stomachs with the proof of his orgasm. Viggo gripped his hips hard and pushed up twice more into the tight heat before he too found his release.
Sean sat next to Viggo on the couch and they both held Orlando across their laps. Their hands worked constantly to sooth the young bundle in their arms. Orlando raised his head from Sean's shoulder and smiled at them sleepily. "If I knew I was going to have so much fun I would have gone to Harry's a long time ago."
"Yeah, well you're not going back to Harry's baby," Sean said as he nibbled Orlando's neck.
"And why not?" Orlando giggled as Sean hit a sensitive spot.
"Because," Viggo answered as he tightened his hold, "You're going to be here, with us."
End