Pride - Part Twenty Nine B

[jenexell]

CAUTION: This chapter is NC-17

Thank You as always to bee_ta_baby for being the bestest beta ever. She's a star and must be worshipped.

Title: Pride
Author: jenexell 
Pairing/Characters: VigOrli with hints of Orlijah if you squint and tilt your head just so. Ian, Dom, Billy, Sean B.
Rating: N C - 17
Disclaimer: If this was real, I wouldn't share. As its not, I'm sharing with no personal gain or profit, other than perhaps to feed my attention whore complex. non-recognisable elements are mine! plagiarists will be eaten alive weasels.
Distribution:  My Journal, box_of_tales, and quite a few other places too. (attention whore complex). If you want it, ask me.
Warnings: Some violent imagery. Cats. I'm serious. CATS!

Summery: It was so mind bending, but it was real, and it was happening to him, so one way or another he would have to get his act together and cope. Because if he didn’t? Well if he didn’t he would probably end up some kind of whacked out nervous wreck, who lived alone, jumped at shadows and turned into a screaming loony at the sight of his auntie’s cats.

Part Twenty Nine B - One Summer Night

The ascent from ground to first floor was a hurried affair, expectations high for what would transpire within the confines of Viggo’s room. Somehow, despite the missteps, stumbles, amused giggles, and whispered admonishments to keep quiet they made it to the landing. Reaching his door, Viggo pulled Orlando over the threshold and into his arms, pinning Orlando to wall beside the door in his haste to return to what they had started downstairs.

Grunting a curse in protest, Orlando tore himself from the kiss and instinctively reached for the back of his head where it had connected with the brickwork.

There weren’t many things that would have made Viggo pull back at that moment, but Orlando’s cry of pain was like a bucket of ice-water poured over his head. Worried, Viggo’s hand reached for the injured area only to batted away. “Shit... you alright?”

“I’ll live.” Orlando snorted with a grin, “Just leave off the walls yeah? That’s the second time.”

When Viggo still kept his contrite and worried expression, Orlando rolled his eyes pulled Viggo back into the kiss, sliding his hands around the man’s back to keep him close. A second of hesitation and then Viggo was lost again, making Orlando smile into the kiss as he felt the older man melt against him. Lips and hands roamed freely now as their lips met with increasing want, breaking apart only briefly as T shirts were shed to allow hands and mouths freedom to roam over flushed skin. God he wanted this, wanted more. Fuck want, they needed this. The last few weeks had taught Orlando a whole new appreciation for soft kisses, cuddles and quiet company, but damn he needed to feel Viggo’s hands on him. And almost as if Viggo had read his mind, he felt hands slide down the back of his track pants making him groan deep in his chest. “Fuck Vig, think we could move this to the bed?”

Orlando felt the shiver that went through Viggo’s frame as he spoke and frowned. Pulling back, he had only a second to recognise the manic gleam in Viggo’s eyes, and then strong arms wrapped around his waist and his feet left the floor. His surprised yelp turned into a giggle as, after carrying him a few feet across the room, Viggo deposited him unceremoniously onto the middle of the bed.

“Cave Viggo go Ugg?” Orlando laughed, looking up at Viggo’s smug expression.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Viggo began to crawl across the covers, looking every ounce the predator Orlando knew he could be. “Are you mocking me, Bloom?”

“Me?” Orlando laughed again while trying to sound innocent. “I wouldn’t dare!”

Having reached Orlando’s side, Viggo leant down and captured Orlando’s lips. His hand slid into the young man’s hair, before he pulled back and rested their foreheads together, his voice low and husky “There’s nothing you wouldn’t dare, my wildcat.”

Raising an eyebrow, Orlando cupped Viggo’s cheek and smirked. “Your wildcat? What makes you think I’m yours?”

His eyes flashing with the challenge, Viggo moved to straddled Orlando’s thighs and bent down to kiss the skin just below his ear before whispering in a low growled voice, “Is there someone else I should know about?”

“Not right now,” Orlando replied with in a feigned conversational tone, trying to keep up the façade as Viggo began to trail kisses down the length of his throat towards his collarbone; the position allowing him to feel Viggo’s hard length against his own through the fabric of their sweatpants. Pulling his hands behind his head, he grinned at the ceiling. “But you know, borderline ADD... I get bored...” He gasped at the sudden dual sensation of Viggo’s weight lifting from his lower body and teeth nipping at his nipple,”… easily.”

“In that case...”Viggo replied, laving the abused nipple with the flat of his tongue, “I’ll just have to...” he continued to trail kisses down Orlando’s chest and torso, “keep you...” He reached the middle of Orlando’s belly “...entertained.” and placing his lips against the soft skin, blew a raspberry.

Orlando yelped with laughter, sitting up and shoving Viggo away. Hands on Viggo’s shoulders, he pushed the older man down on the bed, his fingers trailing down the other man’s lightly haired chest and firm torso as he did, making Viggo squirm and his muscles quiver.

“Oh, now that is interesting!” Orlando crowed gleefully, his new discovery sparking mischief in his dark eyes. Skimming his fingers down Viggo’s ribs again, he watched as once more Viggo instinctively tried to wiggle away. “You’re ticklish!”

“Orlando.” Viggo glared up at his captor. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Orlando replied innocently, his fingers poised to strike again. “Do this?”

Viggo arched and wriggled, high pitch noises escaping his throat that were a mixture of laughter and discomfort. “No no... ah... ooh... stop... Enough... god!” reaching up, Viggo cupped the back of Orlando’s head with one hand and pulled him down into a kiss.

The kiss was searing and as Viggo’s other hand flattened Orlando against him, all thoughts of a tickle war flew from the younger man’s mind. Well not exactly, it was certainly something worth remembering, but right now there were more important things to think about. Those strong hands were on his skin again, sweet friction making warmth coil in his belly from where their erections pressed into each other through their clothing. Moaning into Viggo’s mouth, Orlando braced himself with one hand, the other tangling in Viggo’s hair as they began to grind against one another.

Breaking for air, Orlando pulled back and panted. “We’re both seriously over dressed here.”

“No kidding,” Viggo panted back, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Orlando’s joggers. “Off... Now.”

Tumbling free of each other, the pair parted only for as long as it took to pull themselves free of their pants and came back together laying on their sides, hands roaming over newly revealed skin. Reaching forward, Orlando ran his hands across Viggo’s chest and followed them with his mouth, finding a nipple and tugging at it gently with his teeth.

Viggo rolled onto his back without much persuasion as Orlando continued his exploration; every touch followed by lips and tongue. Kneeling at Viggo’s side, his fingers slid further down, across hard abs, built from hours of running with Sean in the park. Viggo’s hands continued to slide across his body, his back, and his shoulders, everywhere he could reach, and the touch only drove Orlando on.

When he reached Viggo’s rigid length, he paused, letting his hand glide slowly over the hard column. Viggo’s hand froze on his flank, a sharp intake of breath making Orlando flick his eyes to Viggo’s face. Seeing the desire there, the anticipation, he lent down slowly, running his tongue from root to head, before taking him in his mouth.

A hot flush of his own desire made him groan as he savoured the scent, taste, texture of his new lover. Lover; the thought almost made him pause. But then Viggo grunted an expletive and his hand came to tangle in his hair, while the other resumed his movement over his flank. Laying a hand on Viggo’s belly to still him, Orlando redoubled his efforts, eager for more of those sounds that made dick throb and his gut clench.

Fuck, but those sounds Viggo made were driving him crazy; so animal, so primal. His skin prickled as it flushed, his free hand leaving Viggo’s thigh to pull on his own length. Then the hand in his hair was pushing him away, and he released his prize with a frisson of disappointment.

It didn’t last long. Sitting up, Viggo pulled Orlando into his arms and kissed him soundly, murmuring his appreciation as he tasted the traces of himself on Orlando’s tongue. His hands slid down to cup the younger man’s buttocks and his fingers sliding into the crease as he pulled Orlando closer.

Orlando mewled as Viggo’s saliva slick length slid easily against his and a thick digit skimmed his entrance. What Viggo wanted was as obvious as the nose on his face and Orlando’s breath hitched with need. Viggo continued to play with his hole as they rocked against each other, and arousal burned in Orlando’s veins. Pulling back from their heated kisses, he panted desperately. “Supplies...”

“Drawer.” Viggo grunted back, releasing Orlando when the younger man began to wriggle free of his hold. Flopping down on the bed, he tried to restore some calm, tried to reign himself in, knowing that if he didn’t that things could end embarrassingly early. Although, he didn’t like his chances of success, it had been so long since he’d been even this close to someone and there was something about touching Orlando that made him react like a horny teenager. The lack of contact now almost made him whine with want. Turning his head, he watched as Orlando scrambled towards the side of the bed, sitting up sharply when the younger man suddenly vanished from sight over the edge.

“You ok?”

“Fine.” Orlando laughed, his head popping back up into view; his face stained a little redder as he shot to his feet and began to rifle through the drawer. “Gotcha!”

Scrambling back onto the bed, Orlando quickly returned to Viggo’s side, dropping the foil packed on the man’s chest while he fumbled with the bottle of lube. He wanted to move things along, wanted to get this chore out of the way so he could feel Viggo inside him. Just the thought made him groan, and his haste made his fingers clumsy as he tried to open the bottle.

“Someone’s eager.” Viggo observed with a chuckle, reaching out to rest his hands over Orlando’s. Easing the bottle from the youth’s fingers, their eyes met heatedly. “Let me.”

Raising an eyebrow in surprise, but then shrugging, Orlando relinquished the bottle.

“Lay back.” Viggo instructed, guiding Orlando with gentle hands so that his head lay on the pillow.

Spreading his legs so Viggo could kneel between them, Orlando watched in mild confusion as Viggo lifted one leg, placing his foot on the bed and then repeated it with his other leg. He was open, exposed, and surprisingly aroused at the thought of what he knew Viggo could see. More bewilderment marred his face as he watched Viggo poured the lube onto his fingers. Not confusion as to what Viggo was doing, he wasn’t a moron, but at the unexpectedness of it. In his experience, most guys either enjoyed watching him prep himself, or found the whole thing distasteful. But Viggo obviously didn’t, and just the idea of Viggo’s fingers stretching him, making him ready, made him shiver with anticipation. “hurry.”

“Patience.” Viggo scolded lightly, giving Orlando’s flank a soft smack. “Grab a pillow”

Knowing what Viggo wanted, Orlando pulled a pillow from the top of bed, and raising his hips, shoved it under himself, his legs acting as leverage, wiggling a little to get comfortable.

With Orlando where he wanted him, Viggo ran his lubed fingers down to Orlando’s entrance, spreading the slick fluid across the quivering skin before gently massaging his finger against the tight muscle. Leaning forward, Viggo nipped at the firm stretch of thigh, feeling the muscle quiver under his touch.

Orlando whimpered softly at the dual sensation. Propped up on his elbows he watched avidly, his eyes widening as Viggo pressed a finger inside. Pulling, pushing, stretching, a second finger rapidly following the first as Orlando whined lustfully at the feeling. Biting his lip, he let his head fall back and his eyes close. Having Viggo do this was far better than he ever imagined and he was torn between not wanting the gentle stimulation to end, and wanting to hurry things along.

But then Viggo found his prostate. With a yelp and a curse, he dropped back down to the bed panting, only to arch again as Viggo kept stroking, adding another finger and alternating between stretching and rubbing against the nub inside him. “Fuck, Viggo Please!”

Smiling a little smugly, Viggo pulled his fingers free, and quickly snatched the condom from where he’d dropped it earlier. Tearing the foil with the ease of practice, Viggo quickly rolled the latex sheath onto his length and took a moment to just look at what was laid out in front of him. Fantasy made flesh; youthful, unblemished, skin, only lightly haired, and flushed with desire, responsive to even the lightest touch. Long and lean, muscled and supple. Legs spread wantonly, trembling with need. Dark eyes, almost inky black with lust and lips bruised from kisses. Fuck, but he was a lucky bastard.

“Viggo!”

Blinking out of his momentary daze, Viggo gentled Orlando’s restless movements with a hand on his thigh, the other guiding his length to the younger man’s opening, his jaw clenching with the effort not to thrust forward. Slowly he pushed inside, and then withdrew; thrusting gently past the initial resistance, sinking deeper, each movement rousing a soft moan from Orlando.

Once fully seated, Viggo’s breath caught in his throat. Regardless of any previous protestations Orlando may have made weeks ago, there was no way anyone had been inside of him for some time. He was so tight, muscles quivering as they adjusted to Viggo’s intrusion. Allowing himself to tip forward, Viggo braced his arms on the bed and dipped down and capture Orlando’s parted lips with his own, swallowing the younger man’s gasp of pleasure as their positions trapped Orlando’s hardness between them. Draped over the younger man, Orlando’s hands sliding across his shoulders and back as their lips continued their slow dance, lust, passion, desire burned like wildfire through his body. He couldn’t remember when he’d last wanted anything as much as the young man before him. His hips rolled with the kiss, and Orlando mewled; the soft sound making ribbons of emotions coil in Viggo’s chest. It made him ache and want to cry out with joy at the same time.

Love. His mind reeled even as his body continued to move, but there was no mistaking it. Beneath the lust, the passion, and the desire, love stirred. As unavoidable and inevitable as he had he known it would be when he’d started this relationship, the rush of it still surprised him, still scared and thrilled him.

Raising himself up on his hands to get more leverage, Viggo began to move with more urgency, the change of angle and deeper thrusts making Orlando cry out with each forward stroke. Sweat beading on his forehead, Orlando stared up at Viggo’s face with heavy lidded eyes, captivated by the expression but unable to name what he saw. He couldn’t look away, despite the overwhelming intensity, but then Viggo canted his hips just so and with his next thrust Orlando screamed, his eyes slamming shut as he threw his head back and his whole body arched with pleasure. His fingers dug into Viggo’s upper arms as he planted his feet more firmly on the soft sheets, giving himself the leverage to meet Viggo halfway. It felt like lightning was crackling along his nerve endings, so fierce were the sensations barrelling through him.

“Viggo, touch me... please, God... ah, oh yes... fuck! Viggo please!” He didn’t care that he was begging, he just needed to be touched, needed Viggo to touch his cock. It throbbed, neglected since Viggo had lifted up to initiate this more frenetic pace.

When Viggo’s hand curled around him, Orlando’s world began to implode until his consciousness consisted only of Viggo. Viggo’s hard length moving inside him, grazing his prostate and sending bolts of pleasure along each and every one of his nerves; Viggo’s hand, one of those amazing hands he’d fantasised about so many times over the last weeks, stroking him firmly in time with his thrusts. Viggo’s lips, wherever they touched his skin, seeming to brand him.

His head thrashing from side to side, Orlando’s cries grew in volume to a staccato keening intermixed with a random babble of words, sounds, whimpers and gasps, all at counter point to Viggo soft grunts, murmured expletives and harsh pants. Sweat trickled down Viggo’s back, muscles rippling and trembling with continued exertion and yet every whimpered plea, every demand for more, faster, harder just spurred him on.

“So close... fuck, Vig... Ah... Ah... yes there... fuck more! Fuck me! So close!” Orlando continued to babble as Viggo drove him closer and closer to the edge. It was all too much and yet nowhere near enough. Their pace was frantic, desperate as they barrelled towards completion.

“Touch yourself.” Viggo murmured with quiet urgency, abandoning Orlando’s length so he could brace his weight on both hands. Orlando whined at the loss, but his hand quickly fell from Viggo’s arm, and curled desperately around his straining cock.

“Oh God... gonna... God... fuck right there... Jesus... Viggo...”

“God... yes... close...”

Dipping down, Viggo seized Orlando’s lips in an uncoordinated kiss, swallowing Orlando’s cries momentarily before pulling back, his eyes riveted to the young man below him.

He wanted to see it, wanted to absorb every detail of Orlando as he came. Want to capture the moment, savour, and keep it.

Orlando’s eyelids flickered, a frustrated sound of effort tearing from his lips as he worked himself with his hand, pushing back urgently against Viggo’s continued thrusts. Then at once his body bowed clear off the bed, every muscle seeming to contract and with a near feral scream he came, creamy fluid flowing over his hand and dripping onto his belly.

Orlando’s face frozen in ecstasy, the fierce grip of his internal muscles and his cry of pure unadulterated rapture was Viggo’s total undoing. Rearing up, he gripped Orlando’s thighs and thrust with abandon, cursing, his head thrown back as he too found his climax. A few more languid thrusts and he was spent, and slumped forward, Orlando’s legs falling limply at his sides as his head came to rest in the crook of Orlando’s neck.

As their laboured breathing slowed, Orlando stared vacantly up at the ceiling, feeling like every bone in his body had turned to water, and brain had leaked out of his ears. “fuck” he breathed, unable to be more coherent.

“hmmm.” Viggo mumbled in reply, nuzzling the skin below Orlando’s ear.

“That was...” Orlando trailed off, letting out a puff of air. “Fuck.”

Viggo’s chuckle vibrated against Orlando’s skin. Forcing his limbs to obey, he levered himself up onto his elbows so he could look down at Orlando’s face. If he had the energy he’d go for his camera, but there was something else he wanted to do.

Orlando willingly reciprocated as Viggo’s lips slid across his own in a lazy kiss. He still felt dazed, boneless, barely noticing when Viggo’s softening cock slipped free, and only able to muster a faint protest when the kiss ended and the older man’s weight lifted from him completely. He followed Viggo’s progress across the room until doing so would mean moving his head, and then he returned his gaze to the ceiling, content to just lie still and let his eyes rest unfocussed.

Viggo’s return was marked by the dipping of the bed, something soft sliding across his torso and another soft unhurried kiss.

“Hmmm” Orlando hummed sleepily, as the soft cloth was replaced with Viggo’s hands and he was rolled into the older man’s embrace. Hands moved slowly over heated skin, continuing the connection. Viggo continued to kiss Orlando gently, holding him close to his body, a soft chuckle rising from his chest as Orlando yawned deeply.

“Sleep” he whispered into Orlando’s hair, and after hooking the sheet from the bottom of the bed, he wrapped them both in the soft linen, finally allowing his own fatigue to claim him.

Tbc...

Part Thirty - Emotional Rescue