I'll Share My Rapture (V/O/S)
Title: I’ll Share My Rapture (1/1)
Author: Steph
Rating: NC17
Pairings: V/O/SB
Summary: Orlando finds a surprise waiting for him at Viggo’s house.
Beta: Anglesse
Warning: Threesome
Orlando couldn’t wait to get to Viggo’s. Not seeing anyone around to witness his recklessness, he ran the red light on the deserted street. His pants were already feeling tight at the thought of what he was going to get to do when he got there. When he first met the man he was immediately attracted to him. Hell, nearly the entire cast did something for Orlando in one way or another. He had just come to terms with his sexuality when he got the call that changed his life and career forever. O.K., so finally realizing he was homosexual, and then being thrown into a groups of beautiful, open-minded strangers in the middle of nowhere for weeks upon weeks was bound to do a number on his libido. He made no apologizes for it. But, he told himself he would not make the first move. He had made some amazing friendships here, and he wasn’t going to ruin it by misreading signals and making unwelcome moves on one of his mates. Instead, he’d wait for someone to come to him. And when that someone was Viggo Mortenson, he though he had died and gone to Heaven.
The first night he spent with Viggo was amazing to say the least. Viggo did things to him he had only dreamed of, or at least seen on a porn flick. That was three weeks ago, and now he made regular trips to Viggo’s after long days of filming. They saw a lot of each other during the week, but their weekends were reserved for the rest of the guys. It would be too suspicious for them to not accept the usual offers of day off bonding with the fellowship. As it was, Orlando was sure someone was going to catch on. Mainly, Orlando was curious as to how Viggo had been able to keep them a secret from Sean. Those two had become quite close over the past few months.
Finally, Orlando thought as he pulled into the driveway at the back of Viggo’s beachfront home. He scampered across the yard while adjusting his jeans, and he used the key Viggo gave him to walk on in through the back door. He paused a minute to listen for sounds of life. It was quiet, but it usually was at Viggo’s. At least until Orlando got there. “Vig,” he called. Nothing. He frowned slightly. I know he said to be here at 10:00. Orlando checked his watch and then shrugged his thin shoulders. He was right on time, if a bit early, but that shouldn’t be a problem.
“In here Orli,” he heard after he called again from further into the hallway. He followed the sound of Viggo’s voice into the living room, where he found Viggo standing in front of the fire with his shoulder braced on the mantle. He had a glass of what looked like wine in his hand. Other than the fireplace, there was no light in the room, and Viggo was bathed in a sexy golden glow. “Hey baby,” he said.
Orlando smirked and sauntered over to his lover. He put a little extra sway in his hips and noted Viggo’s appraisal with satisfaction. “Hey yourself luv,” Orli said huskily. He slid his arms around Viggo’s neck when he reached him, and he leaned his hips into the older man. Viggo didn’t move from the mantle, but he sighed contentedly as Orlando nibbled on his neck.
“Somebody is needy,” Viggo reached between Orlando’s legs and squeezed his erection to emphasize his point.
“I’ve thought all day about you fucking me Vig,” Orlando whispered. “I couldn’t wait to get here and feel your hands on me.”
Viggo’s smile broadened. “I told you he was insatiable.” He said over Orlando’s shoulder.
Huh? Orlando brought his head up from Viggo’s neck and an adorable look of confusion crossed his face. Then he followed the other man’s gaze over his shoulder and gasped audibly when he saw Sean for the first time, sitting in the corner of the room nursing his own glass of wine.
Orlando sprang away from Viggo with surprising speed. “What the fuck?” He swung his head from Viggo to Sean and back again. Viggo took pity on him. “Orli, baby, relax. Sean has known about us for some time now. There is no need to hide it from him.” Orlando didn’t move. Viggo left his place by the mantle and walked over to the young Brit. He put his glass on the table and wrapped both arms around his lover. He ran his hands up and down his back soothingly, and Orlando unconsciously leaned into his touch.
“Sean asked me for a favor Orlando.” Viggo said lowly.
“Yeah? What kind of favor?” Orlando raised his stare to meet Sean’s. Sean gave nothing away, but something in the man’s eyes made Orlando shiver slightly. Viggo noticed and he smiled anew.
“He wants to know what it would feel like to touch you.” Viggo paused and when Orlando didn’t say anything else, he continued, “He asked me what you feel like, and I told him you were rapture itself. He wants to feel your rapture Orli.” Orlando’s pulse sped up at Viggo’s words and he found that he could not look away from Sean.
Viggo started to lick and suck on the side of Orlando’s throat, and he tipped his head back to give him better access to his flesh. He held Sean’s gaze all the while. When Orlando cupped Viggo’s backside with both hands, Viggo smiled into his neck. He knew then that the young man was turned on by what was happening. And the thought of Orlando’s excitement escalated his own.
Viggo released Orlando and moved to take a seat opposite of Sean along the far side of the room. He resumed drinking his wine, and he looked all the world like someone at a casual dinner party. Nothing in his posture spoke of the fact that he just told his lover that another man wanted him, with that man sitting right before them.
Sean had yet to say anything. Like Viggo, he seemed to be content to see what Orlando would do. Secretly Orlando was fighting the urge to jump up and down in delight. He wanted to be cool about this, and not let on that he was over eager. But Jesus, he couldn’t believe how hot this all was. He stood alone in the middle of the room. He was aware of the picture he made with the light of the fire playing on his features and lithe young body. His arms hung loosely at his side and he had one hip stuck out at a slight angle. He shifted faintly so that he was facing Sean. He raised his left arm and ran hand through his dark curls. All of his movements were slow. He lowered his eyes coquettishly and looked at Sean through his long lashes and had to bite the inside of his jaw not to smirk when Sean shifted in his chair to relieve the pressure that had built between his legs.
Sean still hadn’t spoken. No one said anything, and it was all the more erotic because of it. The thought of Viggo taking all this in was enough to drive Orlando crazy, but here he was with Sean nearly drooling over his every move. He suddenly prayed to the powers that be that he did not lose it early like some school boy.
He walked slowly over to stand in front of Sean. He stood so close that Sean had to lean his head back to look at him. “Touch me Sean. Feel me.”
Sean sucked in a harsh breath and held it. He gradually let it out again. Putting his glass aside, he raised his hands palm out and placed them steadily on Orlando’s thighs. He ran them up his legs gingerly until he was nearly at his waste. The tips of his thumbs grazed the younger man’s cock through his jeans, and it was Orlando’s turn to suck in air. “Mmmm,” Olrando hummed as he let his head fall back slightly.
Sean brought his hands into contact with Orlando’s hardness and stroked him through the denim. He felt the dampness of pre-cum where the material was warmer. Orlando returned his glassy eyes to Sean’s and brushed his hands away briefly. Before Sean could protest, Orlando undid the zipper and let his cock spring free. His look silently told Sean what he wanted, and Sean was more than happy to oblige. He took Orlando deep into his mouth and relished the shudder he felt go through Orlando’s body.
”Uh…Uh…” Orlando softly grunted with each bob of Sean’s head. He gripped his hair and pressed closer to the man’s face. Sean breathed deeply of Orlando’s musky scent. Wanting to touch the bare skin of Orlando’s ass, Sean looped his fingers into his jeans and lowered them to his knees in one swift movement. When Sean sank his hands deep into the twin globes of flesh, Orlando whimpered sexily.
Not wanting to cum yet, Orlando pulled free from Sean’s mouth. Sean continued to kneed his backside and Orlando stroked the side of his face tenderly. Out of nowhere Viggo handed Sean a bottle of lube, reminding both of them of his presence before he took his seat again.
Orlando kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans the rest of the way. He tossed his shirt in the direction of Viggo, and briefly registered the other man’s chuckle. Sean stopped for a moment to take his time admiring the beautiful man before him. He was tall and lean, his olive skin glowing perfectly in soft light. The twinkle in his eyes told Sean that he liked being looked at as much as Sean liked to look.
Sean spread the cool substance on his fingers and slid his hand up under Orlando, still standing in front of him. As he started to finger him Orlando spread his legs more and braced his hands on Sean’s shoulders. He pushed back onto Sean’s fingers, fucking himself with slow deliberate movements. Sean’s other hand steadied his hip, squeezing roughly in his aroused state. After a few moments Orlando could take no more, and he withdrew from him. He dropped to his knees before Sean and took his rigid cock out of his black slacks. “Yes,” Sean whispered for the first time as Orlando prepared him by covering his weeping member with plenty of lube.
Orlando then straddled Sean with his back to his chest and his legs bent under him in the chair on either side of Sean’s hips. He held Sean steady as he lowered himself carefully along the entire length. Sean’s moan vibrated through Orlando, pulling one from him as well. This position allowed Orlando a clear view of Viggo, who sat sprawled in a chair with his feet braced wide apart to accommodate his own arousal. His drink was long forgotten and he was staring so intensely at Orlando that he nearly came from the look alone.
Orlando started a slow but steady rhythm, smiling lustily at Viggo as he did so. Sean gripped Orlando’s waist and started to meet his thrusts by bracing his feet and flexing his hips. “Oh Yeah Sean… more. Mmmm, you feel so big…unnng,” Orlando began to babble incoherently as the pace quickened. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly and repeatedly bounced hard upon Sean’s lap.
Sean was keening loudly with each thrust up. His grip on Orlando was painful, but it only added to the pleasure of the moment.
Viggo suddenly came out of his chair and kneeled before the thrashing pair. He took Orlando’s erection into his mouth and let Sean’s thrusts push his lover deep into his throat. It only took seconds for Orlando to cum, his shout echoing off the walls. The tightening of Orlando’s muscles around his cock, the sexy sounds emitted from the man gyrating in his lap, and the intense visual of having Orlando impale himself on him all accumulated to bring Sean to the best orgasm he had ever had.
Orlando slumped back into Sean and they shared their fist kiss, while Viggo watched from his position on the floor. Sean cradled Orlando to him tightly. A clearing of a throat brought him back to reality and he looked at Viggo. “Thank you.” He said briefly to his friend.
“You’re welcome.” Viggo answered.
“And thank you,” Sean kissed Orlando sweetly on the cheek.
Orlando smiled at the man who still rested inside of him. “I have a great idea of how you can repay the favor.”
When Sean raised a questioning eyebrow, Orlando directed his gaze to Viggo. “I think someone has gone unsatisfied. I could use your help, considering he’s such a hand full as it is.”
Viggo smirked at the double meaning and held his hand out to Orlando. “Sounds brilliant, but I insist on the comfort of my bed.”
End
Author: Steph
Rating: NC17
Pairings: V/O/SB
Summary: Orlando finds a surprise waiting for him at Viggo’s house.
Beta: Anglesse
Warning: Threesome
Orlando couldn’t wait to get to Viggo’s. Not seeing anyone around to witness his recklessness, he ran the red light on the deserted street. His pants were already feeling tight at the thought of what he was going to get to do when he got there. When he first met the man he was immediately attracted to him. Hell, nearly the entire cast did something for Orlando in one way or another. He had just come to terms with his sexuality when he got the call that changed his life and career forever. O.K., so finally realizing he was homosexual, and then being thrown into a groups of beautiful, open-minded strangers in the middle of nowhere for weeks upon weeks was bound to do a number on his libido. He made no apologizes for it. But, he told himself he would not make the first move. He had made some amazing friendships here, and he wasn’t going to ruin it by misreading signals and making unwelcome moves on one of his mates. Instead, he’d wait for someone to come to him. And when that someone was Viggo Mortenson, he though he had died and gone to Heaven.
The first night he spent with Viggo was amazing to say the least. Viggo did things to him he had only dreamed of, or at least seen on a porn flick. That was three weeks ago, and now he made regular trips to Viggo’s after long days of filming. They saw a lot of each other during the week, but their weekends were reserved for the rest of the guys. It would be too suspicious for them to not accept the usual offers of day off bonding with the fellowship. As it was, Orlando was sure someone was going to catch on. Mainly, Orlando was curious as to how Viggo had been able to keep them a secret from Sean. Those two had become quite close over the past few months.
Finally, Orlando thought as he pulled into the driveway at the back of Viggo’s beachfront home. He scampered across the yard while adjusting his jeans, and he used the key Viggo gave him to walk on in through the back door. He paused a minute to listen for sounds of life. It was quiet, but it usually was at Viggo’s. At least until Orlando got there. “Vig,” he called. Nothing. He frowned slightly. I know he said to be here at 10:00. Orlando checked his watch and then shrugged his thin shoulders. He was right on time, if a bit early, but that shouldn’t be a problem.
“In here Orli,” he heard after he called again from further into the hallway. He followed the sound of Viggo’s voice into the living room, where he found Viggo standing in front of the fire with his shoulder braced on the mantle. He had a glass of what looked like wine in his hand. Other than the fireplace, there was no light in the room, and Viggo was bathed in a sexy golden glow. “Hey baby,” he said.
Orlando smirked and sauntered over to his lover. He put a little extra sway in his hips and noted Viggo’s appraisal with satisfaction. “Hey yourself luv,” Orli said huskily. He slid his arms around Viggo’s neck when he reached him, and he leaned his hips into the older man. Viggo didn’t move from the mantle, but he sighed contentedly as Orlando nibbled on his neck.
“Somebody is needy,” Viggo reached between Orlando’s legs and squeezed his erection to emphasize his point.
“I’ve thought all day about you fucking me Vig,” Orlando whispered. “I couldn’t wait to get here and feel your hands on me.”
Viggo’s smile broadened. “I told you he was insatiable.” He said over Orlando’s shoulder.
Huh? Orlando brought his head up from Viggo’s neck and an adorable look of confusion crossed his face. Then he followed the other man’s gaze over his shoulder and gasped audibly when he saw Sean for the first time, sitting in the corner of the room nursing his own glass of wine.
Orlando sprang away from Viggo with surprising speed. “What the fuck?” He swung his head from Viggo to Sean and back again. Viggo took pity on him. “Orli, baby, relax. Sean has known about us for some time now. There is no need to hide it from him.” Orlando didn’t move. Viggo left his place by the mantle and walked over to the young Brit. He put his glass on the table and wrapped both arms around his lover. He ran his hands up and down his back soothingly, and Orlando unconsciously leaned into his touch.
“Sean asked me for a favor Orlando.” Viggo said lowly.
“Yeah? What kind of favor?” Orlando raised his stare to meet Sean’s. Sean gave nothing away, but something in the man’s eyes made Orlando shiver slightly. Viggo noticed and he smiled anew.
“He wants to know what it would feel like to touch you.” Viggo paused and when Orlando didn’t say anything else, he continued, “He asked me what you feel like, and I told him you were rapture itself. He wants to feel your rapture Orli.” Orlando’s pulse sped up at Viggo’s words and he found that he could not look away from Sean.
Viggo started to lick and suck on the side of Orlando’s throat, and he tipped his head back to give him better access to his flesh. He held Sean’s gaze all the while. When Orlando cupped Viggo’s backside with both hands, Viggo smiled into his neck. He knew then that the young man was turned on by what was happening. And the thought of Orlando’s excitement escalated his own.
Viggo released Orlando and moved to take a seat opposite of Sean along the far side of the room. He resumed drinking his wine, and he looked all the world like someone at a casual dinner party. Nothing in his posture spoke of the fact that he just told his lover that another man wanted him, with that man sitting right before them.
Sean had yet to say anything. Like Viggo, he seemed to be content to see what Orlando would do. Secretly Orlando was fighting the urge to jump up and down in delight. He wanted to be cool about this, and not let on that he was over eager. But Jesus, he couldn’t believe how hot this all was. He stood alone in the middle of the room. He was aware of the picture he made with the light of the fire playing on his features and lithe young body. His arms hung loosely at his side and he had one hip stuck out at a slight angle. He shifted faintly so that he was facing Sean. He raised his left arm and ran hand through his dark curls. All of his movements were slow. He lowered his eyes coquettishly and looked at Sean through his long lashes and had to bite the inside of his jaw not to smirk when Sean shifted in his chair to relieve the pressure that had built between his legs.
Sean still hadn’t spoken. No one said anything, and it was all the more erotic because of it. The thought of Viggo taking all this in was enough to drive Orlando crazy, but here he was with Sean nearly drooling over his every move. He suddenly prayed to the powers that be that he did not lose it early like some school boy.
He walked slowly over to stand in front of Sean. He stood so close that Sean had to lean his head back to look at him. “Touch me Sean. Feel me.”
Sean sucked in a harsh breath and held it. He gradually let it out again. Putting his glass aside, he raised his hands palm out and placed them steadily on Orlando’s thighs. He ran them up his legs gingerly until he was nearly at his waste. The tips of his thumbs grazed the younger man’s cock through his jeans, and it was Orlando’s turn to suck in air. “Mmmm,” Olrando hummed as he let his head fall back slightly.
Sean brought his hands into contact with Orlando’s hardness and stroked him through the denim. He felt the dampness of pre-cum where the material was warmer. Orlando returned his glassy eyes to Sean’s and brushed his hands away briefly. Before Sean could protest, Orlando undid the zipper and let his cock spring free. His look silently told Sean what he wanted, and Sean was more than happy to oblige. He took Orlando deep into his mouth and relished the shudder he felt go through Orlando’s body.
”Uh…Uh…” Orlando softly grunted with each bob of Sean’s head. He gripped his hair and pressed closer to the man’s face. Sean breathed deeply of Orlando’s musky scent. Wanting to touch the bare skin of Orlando’s ass, Sean looped his fingers into his jeans and lowered them to his knees in one swift movement. When Sean sank his hands deep into the twin globes of flesh, Orlando whimpered sexily.
Not wanting to cum yet, Orlando pulled free from Sean’s mouth. Sean continued to kneed his backside and Orlando stroked the side of his face tenderly. Out of nowhere Viggo handed Sean a bottle of lube, reminding both of them of his presence before he took his seat again.
Orlando kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans the rest of the way. He tossed his shirt in the direction of Viggo, and briefly registered the other man’s chuckle. Sean stopped for a moment to take his time admiring the beautiful man before him. He was tall and lean, his olive skin glowing perfectly in soft light. The twinkle in his eyes told Sean that he liked being looked at as much as Sean liked to look.
Sean spread the cool substance on his fingers and slid his hand up under Orlando, still standing in front of him. As he started to finger him Orlando spread his legs more and braced his hands on Sean’s shoulders. He pushed back onto Sean’s fingers, fucking himself with slow deliberate movements. Sean’s other hand steadied his hip, squeezing roughly in his aroused state. After a few moments Orlando could take no more, and he withdrew from him. He dropped to his knees before Sean and took his rigid cock out of his black slacks. “Yes,” Sean whispered for the first time as Orlando prepared him by covering his weeping member with plenty of lube.
Orlando then straddled Sean with his back to his chest and his legs bent under him in the chair on either side of Sean’s hips. He held Sean steady as he lowered himself carefully along the entire length. Sean’s moan vibrated through Orlando, pulling one from him as well. This position allowed Orlando a clear view of Viggo, who sat sprawled in a chair with his feet braced wide apart to accommodate his own arousal. His drink was long forgotten and he was staring so intensely at Orlando that he nearly came from the look alone.
Orlando started a slow but steady rhythm, smiling lustily at Viggo as he did so. Sean gripped Orlando’s waist and started to meet his thrusts by bracing his feet and flexing his hips. “Oh Yeah Sean… more. Mmmm, you feel so big…unnng,” Orlando began to babble incoherently as the pace quickened. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly and repeatedly bounced hard upon Sean’s lap.
Sean was keening loudly with each thrust up. His grip on Orlando was painful, but it only added to the pleasure of the moment.
Viggo suddenly came out of his chair and kneeled before the thrashing pair. He took Orlando’s erection into his mouth and let Sean’s thrusts push his lover deep into his throat. It only took seconds for Orlando to cum, his shout echoing off the walls. The tightening of Orlando’s muscles around his cock, the sexy sounds emitted from the man gyrating in his lap, and the intense visual of having Orlando impale himself on him all accumulated to bring Sean to the best orgasm he had ever had.
Orlando slumped back into Sean and they shared their fist kiss, while Viggo watched from his position on the floor. Sean cradled Orlando to him tightly. A clearing of a throat brought him back to reality and he looked at Viggo. “Thank you.” He said briefly to his friend.
“You’re welcome.” Viggo answered.
“And thank you,” Sean kissed Orlando sweetly on the cheek.
Orlando smiled at the man who still rested inside of him. “I have a great idea of how you can repay the favor.”
When Sean raised a questioning eyebrow, Orlando directed his gaze to Viggo. “I think someone has gone unsatisfied. I could use your help, considering he’s such a hand full as it is.”
Viggo smirked at the double meaning and held his hand out to Orlando. “Sounds brilliant, but I insist on the comfort of my bed.”
End