The Farmers Son

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Title: The Farmers Son
Author: ConnerTiernan
Pairing : Orlando/Viggo Rating: G - NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know Orlando or Viggo. This is not real or ever would happen. I am not making any money of from this.
Summary: Orlando is a young Amish man getting ready to enter into his "Rumspringa" or running around years. Its a rite of passage every Amish person takes before joining the Amish Comminety and staring a family. Orlando hadn't planned on taking a rumspringa, but when a man enters into his life he can't help but want to spend sometime with him. Now Orlando must beside between his Amish family and beliefs and a man he might be in love with.
Notes: I have dyslexia, so my spelling and grammar is not great. I thought this idea for a story was a good one, and I wanted to share it so please forgive me. This frist part is bated by Thank you so much. tweedle_-

Part One: An acidentay Encounter

Part Two: Having Some Porblems?

Part Three: A Rainy Day

Part Four: Dinner?

Part Five: Sunday

Part Six: Runaway

Orlando had done some thinking since the last time Viggo and he had spoken. He decided that he wasn’t going to let Viggo’s confession bother him too much. It wasn’t like the other man had gone out and murdered someone or something like that. In fact Viggo’s choices had no bearing whatsoever on Orlando, himself.

Viggo couldn’t help but smile as he sat by himself in the enclosed porch. Orlando had just stepped out of the woods, and he watched as he hopped over the small stream. However Viggo frowned when Orlando didn’t make his way around the house but headed straight for the barn.

The last few weeks whenever Orlando came over, the young man had come straight for the house. Orlando would change into the blue jeans, and shirt Viggo had given him to wear and then the two of them would sit for a few hours just talking and drinking coffee before heading out into the barn to work.

"This isn’t good." Viggo thought as he went back inside. He dumped the rest of his coffee into the sink, before heading out of the house and into the barn. There he found Orlando putting up the remainder of the siding on the barn.

Viggo frowned at the look on the young mans face. It was obvious he was upset about something. Viggo just hoped that he hadn’t done anything to upset Orlando. Moving over to him, Viggo reached out with his hand to touch his shoulder and get his attention, but the young man turned around just as Viggo was about to.

"Good morning." Viggo said dropping his hand away and giving Orlando a smile. Orlando half heartedly smiled back and nodded his head at Viggo, who frowned, having never seen Orlando in this kind of mood before.

"I just wanted to get started." Orlando said picking up a hammer that had been sitting on the ground at his feet. "Just a few more and we’ll be done."

Viggo nodded his head not sure what was going on with Orlando. He open his mouth to ask, but Orlando turned and began hammering the siding into place, making so much noise he doubted he would be heard over it. He sighed shaking his head and picked up a hammer and began helping Orlando with the siding he was nailing into place.

It didn’t take long before they had the last of siding up. In fact Viggo was sure that at this pace they would have had the barn done, within a day or two if they hadn’t spent so much time talking. He glanced up at Orlando who still seemed to be in the same mood he had been in earlier that morning.

"Do you want to stop and have something to drink or eat?" Viggo asked hoping that Orlando would say yes, and then he could fairly ask him what was bothering him so much. But Orlando only shook his head no.

"What else do we need to do, to get the barn together?" Orlando asked. Viggo glanced around, not sure. He had gotten some hay a few days ago knowing that soon they would be done with the barn, and that perhaps Orlando could help him with taking it up into the loft.

"I have a few bales of hay we could take up to the loft, for the horses." Viggo said once again he was disappointed when Orlando nodded his head, and moved to the landing that headed up into the loft. Orlando was now starting to really worry Viggo.

By noon Orlando seemed to be in a worse mood than he had been in earlier. He roughly picked up the hay they had moved into the loft and dropped it on top of other bales. The more he moved it seemed the angrier Orlando was getting, and when he picked up the last bale of hay to move/ he yanked on the twine so hard that it had snapped.

"Fuck." Orlando swore and Viggo couldn’t believe his ears. This had been the first time he had heard a curse muttered by the younger man.

"Don’t worry about it." Viggo said frowning. Most of the time Orlando had seemed content with the work they were doing. Taking the time to make sure that every siding piece they laid was perfect. But now the work seemed to be irritating the young man. "We can just pick it up. I’ll use it in Hugo’s stall later."

Orlando looked over at Viggo and nodded his head letting the older man know that he had heard him. Moving to the right wall he picked up a pitch fork and began throwing the hay down over the side of the loft.

"I just don’t get it." Viggo thought to himself as he picked up a pitchfork himself to help the younger man. "He seemed fine yesterday, what happen to upset him so much?" He wished he knew, maybe there was something he could help with." But I can’t help him if I don’t know what’s wrong."

Viggo was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize he was throwing a pitchfork load of hay onto Orlando until it was to late, and it hit the younger man on the shoulder. Viggo bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from laughing, as Orlando looked over at Viggo while dusting himself off. The younger man grinned a little as Viggo said he was sorry and then went back to work.

"At least I got him to smile." Viggo thought and reached for another pitchfork of hay tossing it at Orlando’s head. It seemed Orlando had been expecting it this time, and at the last second ducked so that the hay went flying over, falling down the side of the loft. He turned to face Viggo with a cheeky grin. "You missed." He said, with a hint of humor in his voice.

Viggo grinned back, but he was at a loss with what to do next. With the way that Orlando had been acting this morning the last thing he wanted to do was upset the young man again. All he wanted was to get Orlando talking so he could find out what was going on. It wasn't until Viggo saw Orlando reaching for a handful of hay that he sprang to attention. Chuckling he dove for Orlando, who didn’t seemed to be expecting it, as he lost his balance and slipped forward, knocking them both off their feet and to the loft floor.

Viggo chuckled as Orlando giggled next to him on the ground, tossing his arm over Viggo’s stomach, and propping himself up on his other arm so that he looked down at Viggo.

Orlando had been in such a bad mood this morning after receiving a tongue lashing from his father and told that he may not return to Viggo’s the next day, that he didn't think anything would make up for it. But to his surprise, Viggo's light and easy manner won out over his stubbornness to remain upset at his father.

Orlando was just about to say thank you to Viggo for putting him in a better mood, when he stopped. He felt his face going hot, as he looked down into the older man’s light blue eyes. All of a sudden his mouth went dry and he was finding it very hard to breath.

Viggo was about to chuckle at Orlando when he quickly decided that perhaps right now wasn’t the best time. The look on Orlando’s face was something that he hadn’t ever seen on it before. It was a look of fear and complete confusion. The first thought that crossed Viggo’s mind was that Orlando looked as if he had been caught with his hand in his mother’s cookie jar after being told to stay away from it, and now he wasn't sure if she was going to laugh at him or slap his hand away.

That look was enough to sober Viggo up from the goofy mood he had suddenly found himself him. "Orlando?" He said, but to his shock he didn't get a response. He was about to repeat himself, when Orlando blinked down at him. His eyes looking deep into Viggo's.

Viggo was just about to ask what was wrong, when Orlando leaned forward his face a few inches away from his. He could hear the change in Orlando’s breathing as it picked up in speed, from excitement? Viggo wasn't sure what was going on. All that he was sure of was he couldn't allow this moment to pass without touching Orlando, in more of an intimate manner then just friendship.

Gently the older man reached up with the hand that had been resting on Orlando's arm and ran his fingertips lightly over the side of the younger man’s face. Viggo just hoped that Orlando wouldn't be upset from the gentle touch or offended by it after his confusion the other day about his being gay.

Viggo was shocked however when he felt the young mans body shiver beside him. He wasn't sure how to take the reaction thinking perhaps it would be better if they got up off the ground and maybe talked about what was going on with Orlando and himself. But just as he was about to make the suggestion Orlando made a move of his own.

Closing the gap between them, Orlando pressed his lips against Viggo's. It was then that Viggo's mind shut down. All he could think about was the feeling of Orlando’s soft sweet lips against his own, and the feel of Orlando’s warm breath gently tickling against his lips, as he took a small breath of air in. It was a simple kiss, soft and sweet. Just a press of Orlando’s lips to his own, but Viggo found it to be one of the most exciting, erotic kisses of his life.

Viggo drew in a breath of his own when Orlando broke the kiss a few seconds later, pulling up and away from Viggo's face, but not budging his body that lay next to Viggo's. The older man knew he should say something to Orlando, anything to make the young man understand that this was alright, that they hadn't crossed any boundaries that would affect their friendship, but for some reason he just couldn't get the words out.

Orlando’s eyes where so fixed and intent on Viggo's that the older man found it hard to comprehend what was going on. The cloudy thoughts roaming around in his mind, where just about to become coherent when Orlando leaned forward again and pressed his lips to Viggo's.

Viggo couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as Orlando’s tongue darted out and over Viggo's. Viggo reached up with his hand again to brush his fingers over the younger man’s cheek. A small almost unheard moan moved from Orlando's lips was enough to encourage Viggo on, to push him into seeing where this might really go.

Opening his own Viggo darted his tongue out and brushed it over Orlando’s. The reaction that Viggo got from him was a bit suspiring. He thought the younger man would pull away, the touch and sensation of his tongue against Orlando’s enough to stop him from taking this as far as it seemed it was going, but instead Viggo felt Orlando shift his body up against Viggo's moving his lower region to rubbed against his leg. The sound that moved from Orlando's lips at the touch sent goose bumps down Viggo's arms.

All that Viggo could think about was how good it felt to have the young man this close to him. How good it felt to have Orlando’s lips agent his own, to feel his hands on his body. He didn't want to think about the consequences of what was happening or what effect they might have on Orlando. Consequences weren't a good thing, and the last thing Viggo wanted was for this to hurt the friendship they where developing.

"Shouldn't...." Viggo muttered against Orlando's lips as the young mans tongue brushed against Viggo’s slipping back into his mouth. Viggo couldn't help the reaction as his own tongue gently cupping around Orlando's, and stroked against it.

Everything that Viggo was thinking went flying out of his head as he felt Orlando's hands run down his chest and then to the button of his jeans. In one swift movement Orlando undid the button of Viggo's pants and then the zipper, pushing his hand inside.

Viggo gasped at the feel of his calloused yet gentle hand as it cupped around his manhood. The feeling of that movement, and the kisses that Orlando was now frankly pressing to Viggo's lips where driving the older man crazy.

He had never in his life felt anything more intense than this. All he wanted was for this to last for as long as it could, to keep it going until both of them where spent and panting for air.

Viggo reached down for Orlando’s own pants undoing the button and zipper in much the someway the young man had done his own. He was a bit surprised as Orlando removed his hand from Viggo's pants grabbing the sides of them, and giving them a gentle tug. He did his best to help Orlando as he moved between the older mans legs and pulled a little harder, bring the jeans down around his calves.

Orlando smiled as he looked down at Viggo laying on the ground under him. He couldn't believe what he was doing. If anyone ever found out about this, he would be shunned for sure, blocked of from his family, friends and the Amish community all together. But that thought wasn't enough to shake the feelings that were over-flowing Orlando's mind and body.

This felt too good to be true. The feeling of Viggo's hands on his body, the soft and gentle way that the older man returned his kisses, it was the first time in Orlando's life that he felt so close to anyone, even God.

"Stop thinking." Orlando scolded himself, as he looked down at Viggo's shinning blue eyes that were glazed over in a look of pleasure. He couldn't help the soft smile that moved over his lips, as he looked down at him.

"Just allow yourself to feel this." Orlando told himself as he moved down over Viggo's body. He stopped at Viggo's neck for a second allowing his tongue to dart out and drift over the soft flesh he found there. He was rewarded by a deep rumbling moan from Viggo's throat and it was enough to push Orlando forward, as he moved up to press another kiss to Viggo's lips.

This time it was Orlandos turn to maon as he felt Viggo's tounge slip into his mouth. The warm wet muscle gliding over his own, as it twisted and turned. He gasped as Viggo's hand found its way down over Orlando's back and then dipped between their bodies. Even though he had his shirt on still, the touch was enough to make Orlando’s body shiver against Viggo's.

That feeling was nothing compared to the one that rocked his body, as Viggo's hand found Orlando manhood. His mouth began to water, and his eyes glazed over, as Viggo's hand picked up a slow stocking motion.

"Oh God..." Orlando whispered, as another wave of shivers hit him, he pulled away from the kiss that Viggo and he was sharing.

"I want to make you feel good." Viggo whispered back as he pulled his legs up and dropped them around Orlando’s waist.

"Please..." Orlando muttered back, as he bowed his head pressing his forehead against Viggo's shoulder.

"Make you feel so good." Viggo moaned softly as he spread his legs apart so that Orlando dropped down between them. The older mans hand stopped it’s movement on Orlando’s manhood, as he gently moved it forward resting the head against his hole.

The sharp gasp that moved past Orlando lips, as Viggo rock his hips back and took the tip of Orlando’s manhood inside him, echoing off the walls of the barn. It was like nothing that Viggo had heard before, it was filled with lust, and pleasure and freedom all mixed up into one unique ball of Orlandoness. The sound was something that only the young man on top of him could make, and Viggo wanted to hear more of it.

Pushing further back, Viggo took more of Orlando’s hard thick penis inside of him in one quick movement, sending a wave of pain through Viggo's own body, but he ignored it, forcing his mind on the sounds, and heaving breath coming from Orlando.

"o...h...god..." Orlando gasped out if he had thought that the feelings he had felt before this moment where intense it was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. He couldn't form any coherent thoughts in his mind, or control the sounds that where coming from his mouth.

His body seemed to take over in that second, as his own hips shifted forward and then back, only to slam against Viggo’s body. Orlando felt so hot that he almost couldn't stand it. His hands clenched at Viggo's sides, as he pulled back and then pushed deeper inside of him.

Viggo's own body felt like it was on fire. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. His eyes where fixed on Orlando as he watched the wave of emotion that washed over that pretty face of his. He wanted this so much that it shocked Viggo, that he hadn't been aware of it before. He hadn't expected anything from Orlando other then his friendship, but here they where laying up in the loft of his barn making love. Well maybe not love in the sight of the world, but it was close enough for him.

Viggo's hands moved up and around Orlando's side's, then back over Orlando’s backside pulling him closer. He took in a deep breath, and let it out in a moan as Orlando moved his hips back and then forward again. He tipped his head to the side, whispering into Orlando’s ear. "More..." He said softly. "Please give me more," to emphasize his words Viggo moved Orlando’s body closer to his own, gently pushing against his hips so that Orlando would pick up the pace of his thrust.

Orlando responded to Viggo's pace, shifting his body a little closer to Viggo's and speeding up his thrust, aiming them deeper. That was just what Viggo wanted, as Orlando’s manhood hit that sweet spot inside of him. The feelings that rushed up over Viggo's body and pooled in his groin was more intense than anything Viggo had felt before with any of his other partners. It seemed that Orlando was a perfect match to his body.

Another earth shattering moan left Orlando's mouth as he thrust deeper and faster into Viggo's body, bouncing of the walls of the barn and out into the yard. The look on Viggo's face was a moving experience for Orlando, knowing that he was the one that put that look on the older man’s face, as his eyes rolled back into his head. That he was the one that was making Viggo make those sounds. It was more then anything he had ever felt before and doubted he would again.

It was all to much for the younger man, as his body tensed up. He couldn't help himself as his hands went up and he entangled his fingers in Viggo's hair. His thrusting into Viggo's body slowed as he lost control over his own. Tears welled up in his eyes and slipped over his cheeks, as his thrusting stopped and he let out a long deep moan that held all the feelings that where in his body, as it went over the edge of extreme pleasure.

The look on Orlando’s face, was what sent Viggo over his own edge. He couldn't help the long drawn out moan that escaped his lips, as a wave of cum swept out over his stomach. His own hand went to his penis giving it a few good strokes and then went back to Orlando’s hips grapping them roughly and pushing him deeper inside.

"Don't stop.." Viggo moaned as Orlando picked up his thrusting again. The young man trembled on top of Viggo, as the other mans body milked his own. Orlando could only thrust into Viggo's body a few more times, before collapsing on top of Viggo, panting and shivering in aftershock of what had just happen.

Viggo lay on the barn floor with his eyes closed. The aftershocks of what had just happen were wearing off, and even though he didn’t want to think about what had just happen and enjoy the feeling of Orlando inside him, and the weight of his body on him it was beginning to sink in.

Orlando’s breathing was beginning to slow down, and he felt the young man withdraw from Viggo’s body. He smiled a bit and opened his eyes looking up into Orlando’s face. He frowned when he saw the tears streaming down his checks, and how pale the younger man’s face was. The first thing that Viggo thought about was reaching for the young man but when Orlando pulled away he stopped himself.

"Orlando..." Viggo said softly but Orlando just lay there staring at Viggo, a look of something that Viggo couldn’t place on his face. The older man swallowed. "Orlando..it’s...alright." He said softly. But Orlando only shook his head. Moving from Viggo, he reached out grabbing his pants that had somehow come off and pulled them on, then popping up to his feet he lurched out of the barn.----

"Orlando wait." Sean heard Viggo's voice yelling somewhere out in the yard. Sean frowned at the tone the Viggo was using, it was a mix of his friend demanding that whoever he was yelling at stay and pain. He got up from the kitchen table he was sitting and made his way to the front door. He got to it and peered outside the small window just in time to see a young man dressed in black pants and a shirt come running out of the barn and headed for the tree line on the other side of Viggo's property.

"That’s not good." Sean told himself. He had driven up to Lancaster County to surprise Viggo with a visit, but once he had gotten out of his truck and headed for the barn that he knew Viggo was working on the surprise was on him. He had heard the deep frantic breathing, and pleasure filled moans just before he was going to step in. Sean had thanked his lucky stars he had, because he had a feeling he just didn't want to see what was going on inside.

He had smirked and then made his way back to the house. He knew Viggo wouldn't care if he made himself at home. They had been friends for many years, that often times Sean would show up at Viggo's house to find him not home, and stuck around until he showed up. Most of the time the door was unlocked and Sean was glad that it remained true.