A Ranch in Idaho (4/4)
Title: A Ranch In Idaho (4/4)
Author: laeglass
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, language
Disclaimer: It’s just a dream and a lie; no money made and no harm intended.
Summary: On their way to Des Moines Elijah and Orlando’s car breaks and they are forced to rely on the kindness of a stranger.
Beta: tularia ♥
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
”What?” Orlando said, perplexed. “Aren’t you going to yell at me?”
“No”, Viggo said huskily, his blue eyes looking soft and kind in the fading light. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Part Four
“Oh”, Orlando said with dawning wonder, and when Viggo leaned forward and claimed his lips, he let out a content little sigh and wrapped his arms around his cowboy.
Yes, mine, he thought giddily, certain now that the man didn’t hate him. Viggo’s mouth slid from his lips to his jaw, and then to his neck, his whiskers tickling Orlando’s smooth skin, and the boy let out a little whimper at the delicious burn. The man didn’t seem to want to crowd him; he was keeping his lower body apart from Orlando, but the Brit would have none of it and pulled Viggo to lie fully atop him. They both groaned as their cocks came together, and Orlando pushed his pelvis up, grinding against Viggo’s big cock.
The cowboy finally let his lips leave Orlando’s neck and looked at the flushed boy that lay beneath him, aroused and trembling. “Actually I didn’t come here to molest you, kiddo”, he said, his voice sounding even huskier and rougher than before. “I came to apologise. I talked with Elijah and he told me about your bad back; it must have been awful for you to work here at the stables, considering that you must be pretty hung-over, too.” Viggo looked a little ashamed. “Besides, it was my fault that you had to go and find relief elsewhere in the first place, so I think I owe you a big apology about last night and this morning.”
“Wait, what?” Orlando said, still a little bit dazed by their ardent kiss. Jesus if the man wasn’t the best kisser he’d ever encountered, he thought, and burned to kiss him again. “Oh yeah, it’s nothing really, I was being a wanker and you had every right to be mad”, he tried to tone it down.
“No, it really wasn’t nothing”, Viggo said with emphasis and took Orlando’s face in his hands. “You were really wonderful last night; I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed anything as much as I enjoyed what we did. And I was a selfish, self-righteous piece of shit and I treated you really badly.” Orlando’s eyes locked with his, and Viggo was dismayed to see that there were tears clinging to his eyelashes. “I’m sorry, Orlando. I treated you like you weren’t worthy, and that really couldn’t be any farther from the truth. I thought I was protecting myself when I told you no, but I was really just denying us both the pleasure and hurting you. I’m so sorry.”
Orlando shrugged and tried to grin but failed miserably. “You really hurt me, man”, he said quietly, his eyes sliding from Viggo’s eyes to the cleft on his chin. “I know I came onto you like a freight train, but the truth is that I haven’t let my guard down with anyone in years, not until last night, with you. I haven’t trusted anyone enough, or liked anyone enough to do that.”
Viggo sighed and rose off of Orlando. “And now I’ve ruined everything”, he said regretfully. “I should just leave you be.”
“No, don’t you dare give up on me that easily!” the boy said and wrapped his slender arms tighter around the man, pulling him back. “Yeah, you’re sorry and I’m sorry too, but I really don’t want to waste any more time in apologising, okay?” He grinned, not caring how it made his nose wrinkle a little. Viggo thought it was adorable. “I’m in need of some serious snogging right now. Care to help?”
“God you’re amazing”, Viggo said, taking Orlando’s lips in no uncertain manner, intent on proving the boy that giving him a second chance was the wisest thing he’d ever done. He then broke the kiss again to say what he needed to say; it was possible that he’d scare the boy off, but he couldn’t in good conscience let this go any further without Orlando knowing how he felt. “You may think that I’m totally crazy”, he said seriously, “but I want to tell you that if this is the only way I can have you; only once before you leave, I will grasp this chance with both hands and cherish the memory of you forever; but if there’s a way I can be a part of your life there’s nothing I won’t do to make it happen.”
“Damn you; you just have to make me cry”, Orlando said, his eyes suspiciously bright in the dim light. He blinked furiously before he remembered that he wasn’t wearing any mascara. “I’m not good with words, so I’ll just be blunt”, he said, almost shyly. “I think you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, and I’m not going to let you out of my life that easily. Especially considering that you haven’t even made love to me yet”, he said, trying to lighten the seriousness of his earlier statement.
Viggo let out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding and came to lie beside the boy. “Oh thank God”, the man said solemnly, and brought his hand to cup Orlando’s cheek. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to make love to you right now, but I think you deserve a proper bed and clean sheets. Shall we take this to my bedroom?”
“I’m not interested in any other taking than you taking me”, Orlando said honestly, his slim fingers already working on Viggo’s belt buckle. “I want you so much, I can’t even think straight. So you decide.”
“Well then; I think”, the cowboy said clearly, “that it’s time you get to experience a proper tumble in a hay, Idaho style.”
Orlando squealed as he was pulled into an ardent embrace and strong hands divested him of his clothing. Viggo eyed the dirtied jeans apologetically. “Sorry about your Armani’s”, he said into Orlando’s ear, where he was nibbling on the lobe. Orlando’s eyes flew wide and he couldn’t let a small breathy moan. Viggo pulled his boots off, too, and grimaced as he saw that they were practically ruined. “And about your Gucci boots, too”, he added, hoping that the boy wouldn’t get mad.
Orlando squeaked and pushed his cock against Viggo’s. “Oh God, keep talking”, he breathed, pumping his boxer covered erection against the cowboy’s denim-covered one. Viggo’s eyebrow rose and he abandoned the boy’s neck briefly.
“Dolce and Gabbana?” he gambled, and was rewarded by an illegally sexy whimper from his young lover. Orlando’s eyes were closed in pleasure, and his breath was coming in short pants; could it be that he’d finally found a lover who could tickle all of his sweet spots? He didn’t dare to believe it; and yet here Viggo was, talking sexy to him while preparing him for lovemaking. Orlando had always kept his fashion kink a secret, so it had to be destiny that Viggo discovered it so soon.
“More”, he demanded, pushing his boxers down and revealing his slender beauty to the cowboy’s hungry gaze, who immediately took advantage, wrapping his strong fingers around Orlando’s hard cock. “Viggo, God, you’re killing me here”, he whimpered as the cowboy stroked him firmly, using his own pre-come as a lubricant. Orlando thrust into Viggo’s calloused palm with an ever-increasing pace, urged on by a whispered Alexander McQueen and John Galliano.
Viggo brought his fingers to the boy’s mouth, and had to suppress a groan as Orlando closed his wet lips around his digits, sucking them and getting them really wet. The cowboy stilled his hand on Orlando’s cock, not wanting him to come too soon, and earned a heated glare from the Brit. “Easy, kiddo”, Viggo drawled. “You’ll get to come soon, I promise. I’ll just have to make you ready for my cock.”
Orlando nodded, giving a final lick to Viggo’s fingers before he let them slip free from between his glistening lips. Viggo couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss him then, and he claimed the boy’s mouth, enjoying the feel of Orlando’s soft lips beneath his own, and when Orlando’s tongue demanded entrance he parted his lips and sucked Orlando’s tongue into his mouth.
The Brit moaned as he felt Viggo’s finger brush against his hole, and tensed a little as it pushed past the tight ring that guarded his passage. “Michael Kors”, the cowboy said into his ear, and the boy pushed eagerly against the invading finger, hissing at the little burn, and stiffening as it came into contact with his sweet spot.
When that finger was joined by another that stretched his tight hole Orlando orgasmed, pushing his cock into Viggo’s palm and coating his fingers with his come, hearing only faintly the Versace his lover treated him with. The man grunted as his fingers were gripped by strong inner muscles, and he knew that he had to get rid of his jeans quickly or he would cream them like a teenager in heat. Orlando wasn’t much of a help, but Viggo managed to undress with only minimal fuss.
Viggo rolled to lie atop the limp boy, helping him in wrapping his slender legs around his waist, and slicked his aching erection with Orlando’s come. “Is this okay?” he asked, lining the head of his cock against Orlando’s hole, teasing the furled aperture by pumping insistently against it. The boy nodded, giving him a smouldering look.
“I’ve never had sex without condom, so I’m clean. Just stick it in”, he said a little impatiently. Despite having come once already he was still burning for Viggo’s cock; he had yet to have it inside him, and the taste he had got the day before had just left him hungry for more. As the swollen head popped through his guardian ring, he moaned and brought his hands to Viggo’s buttocks, trying to pull him deeper inside.
“Goddamn kid, you’re tight”, the cowboy panted as Orlando’s hole squeezed him, and couldn’t help pushing all of his length inside the boy’s body. Orlando tightened around the thick cock that stretched him further than anything he’d ever encountered so far, and felt almost light-headed at the pleasure of having the man inside him. Talk about well-hung cowboys!
“Jesus, Viggo, God”, he chanted, as the man finally got a grip of himself and started thrusting inside him, and he hooked his leg over Viggo’s hip to allow deeper penetration. Viggo growled deeply in his chest as Orlando clenched around him, and he pushed in balls-deep, intent on having all Orlando was willing to give, and even more; all of him.
He was aware that the boy was teetering on the edge of his climax, despite the fact that neither was attending to his newly-stiffened cock, and Viggo wanted to push him over the edge by other means. He leaned forward, sheathing all of his long cock, and suckled on Orlando’s lower lip, feeling how the boy started to stiffen as his orgasm approached. “Adam Kimmel”, Viggo encouraged, and had to take a tight grip of Orlando’s slim hips as the boy buckled beneath him and came again with a loud whimper.
Viggo was brought back to reality as his own balls started to tingle alarmingly, and then, before he realised what was happening he was pulled over the edge by Orlando’s clenching muscles. He thrust his cock inside as deep as it would go, and grunted as his orgasm was milked out of him by his lover’s tight hole, and leaned his forehead against Orlando’s.
“Goddamn”, Viggo panted, and made a content noise as Orlando’s hands left his backside and the boy’s arms were once again wrapped around his torso. “I love you, Orlando”, he said sincerely, not worried at this point that his feelings weren’t reciprocated. He had never seen more expressive eyes on anyone, and the look on the boy’s flawless face told him all he needed to know about how Orlando felt for him.
“I love you, too”, Orlando said, basking in the afterglow of his second climax, and pulled him into a kiss that didn’t end for quite some time. “To think that we could have had that yesterday”, he said wistfully after he finally regained his breath. “Now I feel really bad about pulling that guy, and taking your car without permission, and oh God the breakfast. Is Elijah still mad at me?” he asked, almost dreading the answer.
“No. He actually thought it was funny as soon as he had gotten something to eat. He’s sorry about yelling to you, too”, Viggo said, cuddling the boy close. Orlando smelled deliciously debauched; of sweat, sex, horses and his own come, and to his bemusement Viggo found that he was getting hard again. “And same goes for me, too. I’m glad that you’ve decided to forgive me, though”, he said, aiming for lightness in his tone, but he didn’t fool the street-wise Brit, who snuggled up against him with a content little sigh. The couple lay silent for a few moments, each thanking whatever deity that existed that had brought them together.
“A cowboy who reads GQ”, Orlando murmured bemusedly, twirling the hair on the man’s chest around his fingers and pulling a little every now and then. “Who would have thought?”
“I need to maintain the gay, too”, Viggo shrugged and kissed the sated boy’s curls, distracting him long enough to save his chest hair from the curious fingers. “Boys like you don’t come by too often.”
”I definitely would hope not”, the Brit said indignantly, turning his head to look at the Viggo. “I’d hate to think that this was a common occurrence to you.”
“There’s nothing common about you, kiddo”, Viggo said, and bent his head a little to capture those deliciously pouting lips that were aimed at him. When they parted, he needed only one look on Orlando’s eyes of molten chocolate to tell that his boy was in need of some loving, again.
“Oh yeah”, the boy whimpered as he was once again rolled over by a very aroused cowboy.
~*~
Orlando did throw a hissy fit once he learned of his nearly-ruined jeans, but Viggo managed to distract him with talk about Prada’s spring collection, and with more cock, of course.
~*~
Everything good must come to an end, though, and so a few days later found a saccharine sweet, chain-smoking Robin Baum on Viggo’s front porch. Viggo and Orlando had loved each other often and thoroughly, but still a few days wasn’t nearly enough; the Brit found himself hoping that somehow Robin would look at him and see that he was in love, and stop bugging him about the work that has to be done. He wasn’t in luck, though. Robin looked at the three men standing by the door, and tried to ignore Orlando’s freshly fucked appearance. She also waved off Elijah’s inquiry about what they would do about his car, his baby.
“We’ll send someone to take care of it”, Robin said dismissively, eager to get the hell out of Idaho. Her gaze was impatient when it landed on Orlando, who was still standing next to the cowboy; she narrowed her eyes as she tried to discern what their relationship was. It wouldn’t do for Orlando to get romantically involved right now. “All right, boys. Let’s hit the road”, she said cheerfully. “We’ve got work waiting for us.”
“Give them a moment, will ya”, Elijah muttered as he walked past her to sit on the front seat. It irked him to leave his baby behind, but he knew that Robin would take care of it. His eyes slid to Orlando and Viggo and he hoped from the bottom of his heart that Robin wouldn’t take care of that, too. Orlando was a wanker sometimes, but he was Elijah’s best friend, and somehow the quiet cowboy had made the Brit happier in a few days’ time than he’d ever been before. For that alone Elijah was ready to defend Orlando to Robin, to whatever end.
“Thank you, Mr. Mortensen, for looking after my boys”, Robin then said, cool as snow. “I trust that this will cover the expenses.” She handed him a stack of hundred-dollar bills, looking at him expectantly.
Viggo shook his head. “Thank you, madam, but the boys really were no bother, and I cannot take your money.” His arm tightened a little around Orlando’s slender frame, and in turn the boy pressed more tightly against him. “If you’ll excuse us for a second”, he said, still politely.
Robin huffed and turned on her heels and got into the car, too, but only after reminding her charge that he had two minutes and then we’re off. Orlando turned in Viggo’s arms and met his gaze evenly despite the tears that blurred his eyesight.
”I don’t want to go”, he said fiercely; the thought of not seeing Viggo in probably months was beyond hurtful. It was so unfair that he’d have to give up his man after only a few days of bliss. “I want to stay here with you.”
Viggo sighed, leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss on Orlando’s forehead. “If that was possible I would welcome you with open arms and never let you go; but just like she said, you have work to do. All I’m asking is that you come back to me when your work is done. I don’t care if you have to sleep with everyone when filming; I just want you to come to me when it’s over.”
“I will”, Orlando said, and didn’t try and hide his tears anymore. “I swear I will come back to you.” He then risked Robin’s wrath by pulling Viggo’s head so that their lips met in a desperate, needy kiss. The boy’s cheeks glistened when they finally parted. “I love you, and I will come back.”
And Viggo could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth; and so he let his boy go, watching as he got into the back seat of Robin’s Mercedes; and as the car pulled off he could tell that Orlando looked at him from the back window for as long as it was possible.
“I love you too, kiddo”, he said, smiling wistfully, and then turned to the stables, where his horses were waiting for him to tend to them.
THE END (for us, but the beginning for Viggo and Orlando)
Author: laeglass
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, language
Disclaimer: It’s just a dream and a lie; no money made and no harm intended.
Summary: On their way to Des Moines Elijah and Orlando’s car breaks and they are forced to rely on the kindness of a stranger.
Beta: tularia ♥
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
”What?” Orlando said, perplexed. “Aren’t you going to yell at me?”
“No”, Viggo said huskily, his blue eyes looking soft and kind in the fading light. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Part Four
“Oh”, Orlando said with dawning wonder, and when Viggo leaned forward and claimed his lips, he let out a content little sigh and wrapped his arms around his cowboy.
Yes, mine, he thought giddily, certain now that the man didn’t hate him. Viggo’s mouth slid from his lips to his jaw, and then to his neck, his whiskers tickling Orlando’s smooth skin, and the boy let out a little whimper at the delicious burn. The man didn’t seem to want to crowd him; he was keeping his lower body apart from Orlando, but the Brit would have none of it and pulled Viggo to lie fully atop him. They both groaned as their cocks came together, and Orlando pushed his pelvis up, grinding against Viggo’s big cock.
The cowboy finally let his lips leave Orlando’s neck and looked at the flushed boy that lay beneath him, aroused and trembling. “Actually I didn’t come here to molest you, kiddo”, he said, his voice sounding even huskier and rougher than before. “I came to apologise. I talked with Elijah and he told me about your bad back; it must have been awful for you to work here at the stables, considering that you must be pretty hung-over, too.” Viggo looked a little ashamed. “Besides, it was my fault that you had to go and find relief elsewhere in the first place, so I think I owe you a big apology about last night and this morning.”
“Wait, what?” Orlando said, still a little bit dazed by their ardent kiss. Jesus if the man wasn’t the best kisser he’d ever encountered, he thought, and burned to kiss him again. “Oh yeah, it’s nothing really, I was being a wanker and you had every right to be mad”, he tried to tone it down.
“No, it really wasn’t nothing”, Viggo said with emphasis and took Orlando’s face in his hands. “You were really wonderful last night; I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed anything as much as I enjoyed what we did. And I was a selfish, self-righteous piece of shit and I treated you really badly.” Orlando’s eyes locked with his, and Viggo was dismayed to see that there were tears clinging to his eyelashes. “I’m sorry, Orlando. I treated you like you weren’t worthy, and that really couldn’t be any farther from the truth. I thought I was protecting myself when I told you no, but I was really just denying us both the pleasure and hurting you. I’m so sorry.”
Orlando shrugged and tried to grin but failed miserably. “You really hurt me, man”, he said quietly, his eyes sliding from Viggo’s eyes to the cleft on his chin. “I know I came onto you like a freight train, but the truth is that I haven’t let my guard down with anyone in years, not until last night, with you. I haven’t trusted anyone enough, or liked anyone enough to do that.”
Viggo sighed and rose off of Orlando. “And now I’ve ruined everything”, he said regretfully. “I should just leave you be.”
“No, don’t you dare give up on me that easily!” the boy said and wrapped his slender arms tighter around the man, pulling him back. “Yeah, you’re sorry and I’m sorry too, but I really don’t want to waste any more time in apologising, okay?” He grinned, not caring how it made his nose wrinkle a little. Viggo thought it was adorable. “I’m in need of some serious snogging right now. Care to help?”
“God you’re amazing”, Viggo said, taking Orlando’s lips in no uncertain manner, intent on proving the boy that giving him a second chance was the wisest thing he’d ever done. He then broke the kiss again to say what he needed to say; it was possible that he’d scare the boy off, but he couldn’t in good conscience let this go any further without Orlando knowing how he felt. “You may think that I’m totally crazy”, he said seriously, “but I want to tell you that if this is the only way I can have you; only once before you leave, I will grasp this chance with both hands and cherish the memory of you forever; but if there’s a way I can be a part of your life there’s nothing I won’t do to make it happen.”
“Damn you; you just have to make me cry”, Orlando said, his eyes suspiciously bright in the dim light. He blinked furiously before he remembered that he wasn’t wearing any mascara. “I’m not good with words, so I’ll just be blunt”, he said, almost shyly. “I think you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, and I’m not going to let you out of my life that easily. Especially considering that you haven’t even made love to me yet”, he said, trying to lighten the seriousness of his earlier statement.
Viggo let out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding and came to lie beside the boy. “Oh thank God”, the man said solemnly, and brought his hand to cup Orlando’s cheek. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to make love to you right now, but I think you deserve a proper bed and clean sheets. Shall we take this to my bedroom?”
“I’m not interested in any other taking than you taking me”, Orlando said honestly, his slim fingers already working on Viggo’s belt buckle. “I want you so much, I can’t even think straight. So you decide.”
“Well then; I think”, the cowboy said clearly, “that it’s time you get to experience a proper tumble in a hay, Idaho style.”
Orlando squealed as he was pulled into an ardent embrace and strong hands divested him of his clothing. Viggo eyed the dirtied jeans apologetically. “Sorry about your Armani’s”, he said into Orlando’s ear, where he was nibbling on the lobe. Orlando’s eyes flew wide and he couldn’t let a small breathy moan. Viggo pulled his boots off, too, and grimaced as he saw that they were practically ruined. “And about your Gucci boots, too”, he added, hoping that the boy wouldn’t get mad.
Orlando squeaked and pushed his cock against Viggo’s. “Oh God, keep talking”, he breathed, pumping his boxer covered erection against the cowboy’s denim-covered one. Viggo’s eyebrow rose and he abandoned the boy’s neck briefly.
“Dolce and Gabbana?” he gambled, and was rewarded by an illegally sexy whimper from his young lover. Orlando’s eyes were closed in pleasure, and his breath was coming in short pants; could it be that he’d finally found a lover who could tickle all of his sweet spots? He didn’t dare to believe it; and yet here Viggo was, talking sexy to him while preparing him for lovemaking. Orlando had always kept his fashion kink a secret, so it had to be destiny that Viggo discovered it so soon.
“More”, he demanded, pushing his boxers down and revealing his slender beauty to the cowboy’s hungry gaze, who immediately took advantage, wrapping his strong fingers around Orlando’s hard cock. “Viggo, God, you’re killing me here”, he whimpered as the cowboy stroked him firmly, using his own pre-come as a lubricant. Orlando thrust into Viggo’s calloused palm with an ever-increasing pace, urged on by a whispered Alexander McQueen and John Galliano.
Viggo brought his fingers to the boy’s mouth, and had to suppress a groan as Orlando closed his wet lips around his digits, sucking them and getting them really wet. The cowboy stilled his hand on Orlando’s cock, not wanting him to come too soon, and earned a heated glare from the Brit. “Easy, kiddo”, Viggo drawled. “You’ll get to come soon, I promise. I’ll just have to make you ready for my cock.”
Orlando nodded, giving a final lick to Viggo’s fingers before he let them slip free from between his glistening lips. Viggo couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss him then, and he claimed the boy’s mouth, enjoying the feel of Orlando’s soft lips beneath his own, and when Orlando’s tongue demanded entrance he parted his lips and sucked Orlando’s tongue into his mouth.
The Brit moaned as he felt Viggo’s finger brush against his hole, and tensed a little as it pushed past the tight ring that guarded his passage. “Michael Kors”, the cowboy said into his ear, and the boy pushed eagerly against the invading finger, hissing at the little burn, and stiffening as it came into contact with his sweet spot.
When that finger was joined by another that stretched his tight hole Orlando orgasmed, pushing his cock into Viggo’s palm and coating his fingers with his come, hearing only faintly the Versace his lover treated him with. The man grunted as his fingers were gripped by strong inner muscles, and he knew that he had to get rid of his jeans quickly or he would cream them like a teenager in heat. Orlando wasn’t much of a help, but Viggo managed to undress with only minimal fuss.
Viggo rolled to lie atop the limp boy, helping him in wrapping his slender legs around his waist, and slicked his aching erection with Orlando’s come. “Is this okay?” he asked, lining the head of his cock against Orlando’s hole, teasing the furled aperture by pumping insistently against it. The boy nodded, giving him a smouldering look.
“I’ve never had sex without condom, so I’m clean. Just stick it in”, he said a little impatiently. Despite having come once already he was still burning for Viggo’s cock; he had yet to have it inside him, and the taste he had got the day before had just left him hungry for more. As the swollen head popped through his guardian ring, he moaned and brought his hands to Viggo’s buttocks, trying to pull him deeper inside.
“Goddamn kid, you’re tight”, the cowboy panted as Orlando’s hole squeezed him, and couldn’t help pushing all of his length inside the boy’s body. Orlando tightened around the thick cock that stretched him further than anything he’d ever encountered so far, and felt almost light-headed at the pleasure of having the man inside him. Talk about well-hung cowboys!
“Jesus, Viggo, God”, he chanted, as the man finally got a grip of himself and started thrusting inside him, and he hooked his leg over Viggo’s hip to allow deeper penetration. Viggo growled deeply in his chest as Orlando clenched around him, and he pushed in balls-deep, intent on having all Orlando was willing to give, and even more; all of him.
He was aware that the boy was teetering on the edge of his climax, despite the fact that neither was attending to his newly-stiffened cock, and Viggo wanted to push him over the edge by other means. He leaned forward, sheathing all of his long cock, and suckled on Orlando’s lower lip, feeling how the boy started to stiffen as his orgasm approached. “Adam Kimmel”, Viggo encouraged, and had to take a tight grip of Orlando’s slim hips as the boy buckled beneath him and came again with a loud whimper.
Viggo was brought back to reality as his own balls started to tingle alarmingly, and then, before he realised what was happening he was pulled over the edge by Orlando’s clenching muscles. He thrust his cock inside as deep as it would go, and grunted as his orgasm was milked out of him by his lover’s tight hole, and leaned his forehead against Orlando’s.
“Goddamn”, Viggo panted, and made a content noise as Orlando’s hands left his backside and the boy’s arms were once again wrapped around his torso. “I love you, Orlando”, he said sincerely, not worried at this point that his feelings weren’t reciprocated. He had never seen more expressive eyes on anyone, and the look on the boy’s flawless face told him all he needed to know about how Orlando felt for him.
“I love you, too”, Orlando said, basking in the afterglow of his second climax, and pulled him into a kiss that didn’t end for quite some time. “To think that we could have had that yesterday”, he said wistfully after he finally regained his breath. “Now I feel really bad about pulling that guy, and taking your car without permission, and oh God the breakfast. Is Elijah still mad at me?” he asked, almost dreading the answer.
“No. He actually thought it was funny as soon as he had gotten something to eat. He’s sorry about yelling to you, too”, Viggo said, cuddling the boy close. Orlando smelled deliciously debauched; of sweat, sex, horses and his own come, and to his bemusement Viggo found that he was getting hard again. “And same goes for me, too. I’m glad that you’ve decided to forgive me, though”, he said, aiming for lightness in his tone, but he didn’t fool the street-wise Brit, who snuggled up against him with a content little sigh. The couple lay silent for a few moments, each thanking whatever deity that existed that had brought them together.
“A cowboy who reads GQ”, Orlando murmured bemusedly, twirling the hair on the man’s chest around his fingers and pulling a little every now and then. “Who would have thought?”
“I need to maintain the gay, too”, Viggo shrugged and kissed the sated boy’s curls, distracting him long enough to save his chest hair from the curious fingers. “Boys like you don’t come by too often.”
”I definitely would hope not”, the Brit said indignantly, turning his head to look at the Viggo. “I’d hate to think that this was a common occurrence to you.”
“There’s nothing common about you, kiddo”, Viggo said, and bent his head a little to capture those deliciously pouting lips that were aimed at him. When they parted, he needed only one look on Orlando’s eyes of molten chocolate to tell that his boy was in need of some loving, again.
“Oh yeah”, the boy whimpered as he was once again rolled over by a very aroused cowboy.
~*~
Orlando did throw a hissy fit once he learned of his nearly-ruined jeans, but Viggo managed to distract him with talk about Prada’s spring collection, and with more cock, of course.
~*~
Everything good must come to an end, though, and so a few days later found a saccharine sweet, chain-smoking Robin Baum on Viggo’s front porch. Viggo and Orlando had loved each other often and thoroughly, but still a few days wasn’t nearly enough; the Brit found himself hoping that somehow Robin would look at him and see that he was in love, and stop bugging him about the work that has to be done. He wasn’t in luck, though. Robin looked at the three men standing by the door, and tried to ignore Orlando’s freshly fucked appearance. She also waved off Elijah’s inquiry about what they would do about his car, his baby.
“We’ll send someone to take care of it”, Robin said dismissively, eager to get the hell out of Idaho. Her gaze was impatient when it landed on Orlando, who was still standing next to the cowboy; she narrowed her eyes as she tried to discern what their relationship was. It wouldn’t do for Orlando to get romantically involved right now. “All right, boys. Let’s hit the road”, she said cheerfully. “We’ve got work waiting for us.”
“Give them a moment, will ya”, Elijah muttered as he walked past her to sit on the front seat. It irked him to leave his baby behind, but he knew that Robin would take care of it. His eyes slid to Orlando and Viggo and he hoped from the bottom of his heart that Robin wouldn’t take care of that, too. Orlando was a wanker sometimes, but he was Elijah’s best friend, and somehow the quiet cowboy had made the Brit happier in a few days’ time than he’d ever been before. For that alone Elijah was ready to defend Orlando to Robin, to whatever end.
“Thank you, Mr. Mortensen, for looking after my boys”, Robin then said, cool as snow. “I trust that this will cover the expenses.” She handed him a stack of hundred-dollar bills, looking at him expectantly.
Viggo shook his head. “Thank you, madam, but the boys really were no bother, and I cannot take your money.” His arm tightened a little around Orlando’s slender frame, and in turn the boy pressed more tightly against him. “If you’ll excuse us for a second”, he said, still politely.
Robin huffed and turned on her heels and got into the car, too, but only after reminding her charge that he had two minutes and then we’re off. Orlando turned in Viggo’s arms and met his gaze evenly despite the tears that blurred his eyesight.
”I don’t want to go”, he said fiercely; the thought of not seeing Viggo in probably months was beyond hurtful. It was so unfair that he’d have to give up his man after only a few days of bliss. “I want to stay here with you.”
Viggo sighed, leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss on Orlando’s forehead. “If that was possible I would welcome you with open arms and never let you go; but just like she said, you have work to do. All I’m asking is that you come back to me when your work is done. I don’t care if you have to sleep with everyone when filming; I just want you to come to me when it’s over.”
“I will”, Orlando said, and didn’t try and hide his tears anymore. “I swear I will come back to you.” He then risked Robin’s wrath by pulling Viggo’s head so that their lips met in a desperate, needy kiss. The boy’s cheeks glistened when they finally parted. “I love you, and I will come back.”
And Viggo could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth; and so he let his boy go, watching as he got into the back seat of Robin’s Mercedes; and as the car pulled off he could tell that Orlando looked at him from the back window for as long as it was possible.
“I love you too, kiddo”, he said, smiling wistfully, and then turned to the stables, where his horses were waiting for him to tend to them.
THE END (for us, but the beginning for Viggo and Orlando)