Fic: Disciplining Orlando
Title: Disciplining Orlando
Author: laeglass
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: discipline, spanking
Feedback: Yes please! It feeds the muses like lembas feeds the Elves. :P
Disclaimer: This is not true, and no harm or disrespect is intended.
A/N: A friend introduced me to the world of top/brat relationships, answering my stupid questions with kindness and patience, and so this fic is dedicated to Logan. :)
Beta: the lovely and patient tularia *hugs*
Orlando checked his appearance in the mirror and nodded, pleased with how he looked. Who could have guessed that he’d look so dashing as a pirate? His eyes slid to his man who emerged from the bathroom and smiled. Viggo, of course. It had been his lover’s idea that Orlando dress up as a pirate for the Halloween party.
“How do I look?” Orlando asked happily and made a show of swirling around, giving Viggo a chance to look him over. An appreciative grin was all the response he got.
“Fishing for compliments, are we,” Viggo said, swatting his arse hidden beneath a pair of dark brown slacks, but not hard enough to sting. “You look smashing, as I knew you would.”
“Why can’t you dress up too so that I’d see your costume?” Orlando asked, dancing away from Viggo’s attempt at grabbing his backside. “Stop it, you’ll make my pants all wrinkly.”
“Because I have something in mind for you, young man,” Viggo said equably. “You’ll see then what I’ll be wearing. But I won’t take any pestering from you, Orli. You must be patient.” Orlando rolled his eyes and this time he couldn’t escape the slap that found his buttock. “Behave,” Viggo said firmly. “No drinking tonight for you, darling. You know they don’t go well with your meds. Also watch yourself around the Hobbits. Don’t let them jump all over you and whatever you do, don’t pick any of them up.”
Orlando sighed. His back had been acting up lately, so excessively in fact that he’d had to get new prescription meds to be able to cope. Viggo watched him like a hawk and made sure that Orlando took care of himself - even if the boy needed a few smacks and spankings as an incentive.
It was Viggo’s responsibility to take care of Orlando; this was what they had agreed on and it worked for them. With Viggo Orlando always felt safe and protected; he knew he no longer needed to be alone and that Viggo would always be there for him, would always care for him and love him. Orlando had just come back from filming that had put enormous pressure on his back, and as soon as Viggo discovered that Orlando had been neglecting both the stretching exercises and the medication he had been supposed to take, Orlando had been in for a spanking of a lifetime. It was good, though, having a lover who took care of you and always acted on your best interests, Orlando mused - even if a smarting backside was the price he had to pay.
“Have you taken one tonight?” Viggo asked and tucked Orlando’s white shirt inside his pants, not seeing how Orlando ducked his head and blushed a bit as he mumbled an obedient ‘yes’. “Good then,” Viggo said and cupped Orlando’s jaw in his palm. “Love you.”
“Love you back,” Orlando said and smiled as Viggo briefly kissed him on his lips. He had, in fact, not taken any meds this evening; he hadn’t seen their friends in a long time, and Orlando just knew that Dominic was going to bring that wicked good coconut liqueur. Just a few drinks, that’s all, and Viggo would never find out; and it wasn’t like he couldn’t deal with his aching back for one night. He’d go back to obedience the next morning, Orlando promised himself. Tonight was for friends.
* * *
The night was a success. Everyone had been able to come, and Orlando's joy at being reunited with their friends was palpable. Elijah was dressed as a waif, Liv had come wearing Jessica Rabbit's costume (and had all the straight guys drooling after her) and Craig made a very believable Greek God. For whichever reason people seemed to think that Orlando's tight pants were an invitation to pinch his arse, and what started out as a playful little game ended up in Orlando getting horny; but when he made to look around for Viggo who had disappeared the moment they had arrived he couldn't spot his lover among the crowd.
A leering Billy suggested that he could play Orlando's parrot, but Orlando would hear none of it.
“Whers my Vig,” Orlando slurred, and only absently noted Dominic prying the coconut liqueur bottle out of his grasp. “I havn’t sheen Vig, Dom, whered’d he go?”
“What was he wearing?” Dominic asked, shaking his head at his friend. Poor Orlando. He always had to overdo it. “Haven’t seen him, I think, but then again I don’t know what he was dressed as and as you can see, the house is packed.”
“Yah,” Orlando said and adjusted himself in his pants. Damn but these were a tight pair, and damn if the coconut didn’t wreak havoc on his libido. Orlando envisioned Viggo dressed as a hunky, rugged cowboy, and his pants grew considerably tighter. “Need to find ‘im, I need something from my man.”
“I’ll look around for him for you, if you’d like,” Dominic said. A horny Orlando, no, a drunk and horny Orlando let loose on a houseful of people was a disaster just waiting to happen. When Viggo found out it wouldn’t be pretty. Dominic shook his head. It was like watching a car accident.
“Cheers mate,” Orlando said and kissed Dom’s cheek sloppily before sauntering over in the direction of the kitchen. He thought he’d seen someone who looked like Viggo disappearing here a minute or two ago… Now, intellectually he knew that Viggo wouldn’t perhaps be all that delighted about him being a bit tipsy, but then again he was one sexy pirate and horny as hell, and he was certain that Viggo would appreciate having a willful lover in his arms. Lately Orlando’s back problems had put a dampener on their sex life, as the meds affected Orlando’s sex drive and the pain on the other hand was something Viggo didn’t want to make worse by engaging in any activities that might put pressure on Orlando’s back.
Orlando growled. He was going to get some cock tonight. And a-ha! There was a hunky cowboy rummaging the fridge, and damn if Orlando didn’t recognize the rump belonging to his lover. The light bulb had blown out earlier and it was semi-dark in the room, but Orlando could make out the man taking a beer bottle out of the fridge and then slamming the door shut. The boy crossed the room in a few long strides and molded his length against the man’s back, growling lowly.
“I need a fah- fuck so bad, lover,” he said, still slurring a bit and pushing his erection against his man’s hip. “I need your cock buried deep inside me, so deep I can taste it.” He felt Viggo tensing and extended his tongue to lick a swipe along his neck. Strange, Orlando thought and frowned, has Viggo changed aftershave? No but of course, it was a part of his costume, and probably just meant to throw Orlando off.
Then the man turned in his arms. “But I like bottoming more,” he whined, and Orlando froze.
It wasn’t Viggo’s voice, and this man wasn’t Viggo at all. Orlando could only partly suppress the shriek that tried to escape his mouth.
“Who’re you?” he choked, still clinging to the stranger in his shock. Where had Viggo gone, and who was this guy he was practically molesting?
“Dominic’s cousin,” the man said in bewilderment. “Did you think I was someone else?”
“I think I could answer that,” a grim voice said from the door, and Orlando’s heart plummeted as he saw it was Viggo, outlined by the lighting coming from the hallway.
* * *
“So let me get this straight,” Viggo said sternly. “You thought it was appropriate getting drunk, against my orders I might add, and then go around molesting Dominic’s family?”
Orlando shook his head, miserable. The effect of the liqueur was quickly wearing off, and the implications of his actions came down crashing. “I thought it was you,” he said meekly. “He looked like you!”
“He’d look like me if I was five inches taller and a good forty pounds heavier,” Viggo said dryly. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
Doomed. “No,” Orlando said. “But I swear I didn’t do it on purpose! I didn’t mean it!”
“Suppose this guy was a homophobe that got off on bashing clueless gay guys that come on to him,” Viggo said. “Or a little snivel that’d sell this to gossip rags for a few easy bucks. You can get into a lot of trouble for just talking to wrong people. You can’t do this Orlando; act on impulses and count on your luck! This could have ended really badly.” He shook his head firmly as Orlando opened his mouth to issue a protest. “And don’t tell me nothing bad happened. That is not the point here.”
Orlando sulked. “Okay, so I was a bit tipsy and made a bad judgment call,” he said. “I’m sorry, okay? But it’s not the end of the world; he’s Dom’s cousin and really took this all with good humour.”
"Oh yes, about you being tipsy. What did I say about drinking and your meds?" Viggo asked unforgivingly. Orlando hung his head.
"You told me not to drink," he said. "But Vig, I didn't drink much, and I took the meds right after I woke this morning."
An eyebrow rose and Orlando flushed scarlet. Damn, but he kept digging himself deeper every time he opened his mouth.
"I told you to take one right before we left," Viggo said. "Are you telling me you didn't do as I told you?"
Orlando's temper flared. "I wanted to have fun with my mates," he said. "I made the decision for myself. I can take a few hours of discomfort, I'm not a pansy for fuck's sake! I can deal with my own body!"
"Don't raise your voice to me young man," Viggo said sternly, all softness gone from his eyes. "You're in a lot of trouble right now, Orlando. For lying to me, for disobeying me, for getting yourself into a potentially dangerous situation and for cursing at me. What am I going to do with you?"
It was clear to Orlando what Viggo was going to do. Spank him. Right here in this house where all their friends were and could hear them. The mortification of everyone hearing his punishment made the boy speak up. "No, Viggo, please. No spanking. Ground me if you will, or I can do the laundry for a few weeks, but please don't spank me."
"Not your decision, Orlando," Viggo said softly. "You know there are consequences to all actions, and you don't get to choose."
Orlando's head fell forward again and his curls tumbled down to frame his flushed face. "It's just... been such a nice evening and now it's all ruined," he muttered. "I was having so much fun."
"Fun that was based on you disregarding my decisions," Viggo said. "You know that isn't what we agreed on. We both agreed on. I make decisions and choices that affect your well-being. You trust me to always do what is best for you, decide what is the best course to take, and I trust you to do as you're told. Am I wrong to trust you?"
"No," Orlando said, choking. Hot wave of shame painted his cheeks red, and Orlando's eyes fell to study the carpet instead of Viggo's eyes. Anger and annoyance he could deal with, because Viggo was never cross with him for long, but disappointment was something Orlando never wanted to enter their relationship. "I'm sorry, Viggo," he said, and swallowed as Viggo's gentle fingers tipped his chin. "I know you only have my best interests at heart, and I'm sorry I'm such a stupid spoiled brat."
"Shush," Viggo said, "you're the brightest boy I know, and I would never call you spoiled. You are just a bit thoughtless at times." A little bemused smile crossed his lips. “But it’s nothing a bit of spanking won’t cure.”
“You like that bit a little too much,” Orlando said sullenly and yelped as Viggo’s palm connected with his backside.
“You are in no position to be making bratty comments,” Viggo said firmly. “Come on, upstairs we go. Dominic promised to make sure we have a bit of privacy.”
“And I thought he was a mate,” the boy lamented.
“He is. It was Dominic who sought me up and told me you were seriously sloshed and probably heading for trouble,” Viggo said. “Now come on. Delaying it won’t make it go away.”
* * *
Orlando’s arse was on fire.
Orlando was also sure that Viggo had gone deaf; no amount of crying, begging or pleading had the slightest effect on the intensity or the pace of the swats that landed on his tender arse. Viggo sat at the edge of the bed in the guestroom, Orlando sprawled across his lap with his pants around his ankles and his hands in front of his mouth to muffle the noises that came out.
“Lying is not an option, Orlando,” Viggo said very sternly. “I expect you to answer truthfully to any and all of my questions. I won’t tolerate my lover giving me half-truths and outright lies as a means to do what he wants.”
“I’m sorry,” Orlando sobbed, certain that his arse was bright red by now. Hell, they could probably turn off the lights and it would glow in the dark. “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry!”
“I know you are,” Viggo said. Smack. “I’m sorry too, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been flat-out dishonest and disobedient tonight. I expect better from you, Orlando.”
Orlando fell silent, knowing that Viggo had all reasons and all right to expect better from him - and he was determined not to be a disappointment to his lover anymore. “Viggo, I’m sorry, I -uh! - never meant it to go this far, I didn’t realize the booze would go into my head so quickly.”
He could almost hear Viggo’s smile in his voice. “You’ve never been one for drinking; what made you think you’d get away with it tonight?” Two hard swats later he collected his younger lover in his arms, never minding that the boy clung to him tightly, sobbing and soiling his shirt with his tears and snot. “And no more apologies from you, Orlando. It’s sorted out now, and no lasting damage was done.”
Orlando wound his arms around Viggo’s neck and kissed his lover’s cheek. “I’m such a brat,” he said. “I’m glad you put up with me. I’m sure I’d be intolerable if it wasn’t for you. Mum never really saw it fit to discipline me for anything.”
“Well I do,” Viggo said firmly and kissed his lover. “Do you want to go home?” Orlando nodded and got up slowly, making a face as he pulled his pants up over his sore arse. Viggo looked sympathetic and kissed Orlando’s mouth gently.
“It will get better,” he promised. “We’ll put some ice on it as soon as we get home, okay?”
Orlando nodded and then gave his lover a once-over, a smile returning to his face slowly. “I wasn’t all that wrong, though!” he said. “I knew you’d be a cowboy!”
END?
Author: laeglass
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: discipline, spanking
Feedback: Yes please! It feeds the muses like lembas feeds the Elves. :P
Disclaimer: This is not true, and no harm or disrespect is intended.
A/N: A friend introduced me to the world of top/brat relationships, answering my stupid questions with kindness and patience, and so this fic is dedicated to Logan. :)
Beta: the lovely and patient tularia *hugs*
Orlando checked his appearance in the mirror and nodded, pleased with how he looked. Who could have guessed that he’d look so dashing as a pirate? His eyes slid to his man who emerged from the bathroom and smiled. Viggo, of course. It had been his lover’s idea that Orlando dress up as a pirate for the Halloween party.
“How do I look?” Orlando asked happily and made a show of swirling around, giving Viggo a chance to look him over. An appreciative grin was all the response he got.
“Fishing for compliments, are we,” Viggo said, swatting his arse hidden beneath a pair of dark brown slacks, but not hard enough to sting. “You look smashing, as I knew you would.”
“Why can’t you dress up too so that I’d see your costume?” Orlando asked, dancing away from Viggo’s attempt at grabbing his backside. “Stop it, you’ll make my pants all wrinkly.”
“Because I have something in mind for you, young man,” Viggo said equably. “You’ll see then what I’ll be wearing. But I won’t take any pestering from you, Orli. You must be patient.” Orlando rolled his eyes and this time he couldn’t escape the slap that found his buttock. “Behave,” Viggo said firmly. “No drinking tonight for you, darling. You know they don’t go well with your meds. Also watch yourself around the Hobbits. Don’t let them jump all over you and whatever you do, don’t pick any of them up.”
Orlando sighed. His back had been acting up lately, so excessively in fact that he’d had to get new prescription meds to be able to cope. Viggo watched him like a hawk and made sure that Orlando took care of himself - even if the boy needed a few smacks and spankings as an incentive.
It was Viggo’s responsibility to take care of Orlando; this was what they had agreed on and it worked for them. With Viggo Orlando always felt safe and protected; he knew he no longer needed to be alone and that Viggo would always be there for him, would always care for him and love him. Orlando had just come back from filming that had put enormous pressure on his back, and as soon as Viggo discovered that Orlando had been neglecting both the stretching exercises and the medication he had been supposed to take, Orlando had been in for a spanking of a lifetime. It was good, though, having a lover who took care of you and always acted on your best interests, Orlando mused - even if a smarting backside was the price he had to pay.
“Have you taken one tonight?” Viggo asked and tucked Orlando’s white shirt inside his pants, not seeing how Orlando ducked his head and blushed a bit as he mumbled an obedient ‘yes’. “Good then,” Viggo said and cupped Orlando’s jaw in his palm. “Love you.”
“Love you back,” Orlando said and smiled as Viggo briefly kissed him on his lips. He had, in fact, not taken any meds this evening; he hadn’t seen their friends in a long time, and Orlando just knew that Dominic was going to bring that wicked good coconut liqueur. Just a few drinks, that’s all, and Viggo would never find out; and it wasn’t like he couldn’t deal with his aching back for one night. He’d go back to obedience the next morning, Orlando promised himself. Tonight was for friends.
* * *
The night was a success. Everyone had been able to come, and Orlando's joy at being reunited with their friends was palpable. Elijah was dressed as a waif, Liv had come wearing Jessica Rabbit's costume (and had all the straight guys drooling after her) and Craig made a very believable Greek God. For whichever reason people seemed to think that Orlando's tight pants were an invitation to pinch his arse, and what started out as a playful little game ended up in Orlando getting horny; but when he made to look around for Viggo who had disappeared the moment they had arrived he couldn't spot his lover among the crowd.
A leering Billy suggested that he could play Orlando's parrot, but Orlando would hear none of it.
“Whers my Vig,” Orlando slurred, and only absently noted Dominic prying the coconut liqueur bottle out of his grasp. “I havn’t sheen Vig, Dom, whered’d he go?”
“What was he wearing?” Dominic asked, shaking his head at his friend. Poor Orlando. He always had to overdo it. “Haven’t seen him, I think, but then again I don’t know what he was dressed as and as you can see, the house is packed.”
“Yah,” Orlando said and adjusted himself in his pants. Damn but these were a tight pair, and damn if the coconut didn’t wreak havoc on his libido. Orlando envisioned Viggo dressed as a hunky, rugged cowboy, and his pants grew considerably tighter. “Need to find ‘im, I need something from my man.”
“I’ll look around for him for you, if you’d like,” Dominic said. A horny Orlando, no, a drunk and horny Orlando let loose on a houseful of people was a disaster just waiting to happen. When Viggo found out it wouldn’t be pretty. Dominic shook his head. It was like watching a car accident.
“Cheers mate,” Orlando said and kissed Dom’s cheek sloppily before sauntering over in the direction of the kitchen. He thought he’d seen someone who looked like Viggo disappearing here a minute or two ago… Now, intellectually he knew that Viggo wouldn’t perhaps be all that delighted about him being a bit tipsy, but then again he was one sexy pirate and horny as hell, and he was certain that Viggo would appreciate having a willful lover in his arms. Lately Orlando’s back problems had put a dampener on their sex life, as the meds affected Orlando’s sex drive and the pain on the other hand was something Viggo didn’t want to make worse by engaging in any activities that might put pressure on Orlando’s back.
Orlando growled. He was going to get some cock tonight. And a-ha! There was a hunky cowboy rummaging the fridge, and damn if Orlando didn’t recognize the rump belonging to his lover. The light bulb had blown out earlier and it was semi-dark in the room, but Orlando could make out the man taking a beer bottle out of the fridge and then slamming the door shut. The boy crossed the room in a few long strides and molded his length against the man’s back, growling lowly.
“I need a fah- fuck so bad, lover,” he said, still slurring a bit and pushing his erection against his man’s hip. “I need your cock buried deep inside me, so deep I can taste it.” He felt Viggo tensing and extended his tongue to lick a swipe along his neck. Strange, Orlando thought and frowned, has Viggo changed aftershave? No but of course, it was a part of his costume, and probably just meant to throw Orlando off.
Then the man turned in his arms. “But I like bottoming more,” he whined, and Orlando froze.
It wasn’t Viggo’s voice, and this man wasn’t Viggo at all. Orlando could only partly suppress the shriek that tried to escape his mouth.
“Who’re you?” he choked, still clinging to the stranger in his shock. Where had Viggo gone, and who was this guy he was practically molesting?
“Dominic’s cousin,” the man said in bewilderment. “Did you think I was someone else?”
“I think I could answer that,” a grim voice said from the door, and Orlando’s heart plummeted as he saw it was Viggo, outlined by the lighting coming from the hallway.
* * *
“So let me get this straight,” Viggo said sternly. “You thought it was appropriate getting drunk, against my orders I might add, and then go around molesting Dominic’s family?”
Orlando shook his head, miserable. The effect of the liqueur was quickly wearing off, and the implications of his actions came down crashing. “I thought it was you,” he said meekly. “He looked like you!”
“He’d look like me if I was five inches taller and a good forty pounds heavier,” Viggo said dryly. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
Doomed. “No,” Orlando said. “But I swear I didn’t do it on purpose! I didn’t mean it!”
“Suppose this guy was a homophobe that got off on bashing clueless gay guys that come on to him,” Viggo said. “Or a little snivel that’d sell this to gossip rags for a few easy bucks. You can get into a lot of trouble for just talking to wrong people. You can’t do this Orlando; act on impulses and count on your luck! This could have ended really badly.” He shook his head firmly as Orlando opened his mouth to issue a protest. “And don’t tell me nothing bad happened. That is not the point here.”
Orlando sulked. “Okay, so I was a bit tipsy and made a bad judgment call,” he said. “I’m sorry, okay? But it’s not the end of the world; he’s Dom’s cousin and really took this all with good humour.”
"Oh yes, about you being tipsy. What did I say about drinking and your meds?" Viggo asked unforgivingly. Orlando hung his head.
"You told me not to drink," he said. "But Vig, I didn't drink much, and I took the meds right after I woke this morning."
An eyebrow rose and Orlando flushed scarlet. Damn, but he kept digging himself deeper every time he opened his mouth.
"I told you to take one right before we left," Viggo said. "Are you telling me you didn't do as I told you?"
Orlando's temper flared. "I wanted to have fun with my mates," he said. "I made the decision for myself. I can take a few hours of discomfort, I'm not a pansy for fuck's sake! I can deal with my own body!"
"Don't raise your voice to me young man," Viggo said sternly, all softness gone from his eyes. "You're in a lot of trouble right now, Orlando. For lying to me, for disobeying me, for getting yourself into a potentially dangerous situation and for cursing at me. What am I going to do with you?"
It was clear to Orlando what Viggo was going to do. Spank him. Right here in this house where all their friends were and could hear them. The mortification of everyone hearing his punishment made the boy speak up. "No, Viggo, please. No spanking. Ground me if you will, or I can do the laundry for a few weeks, but please don't spank me."
"Not your decision, Orlando," Viggo said softly. "You know there are consequences to all actions, and you don't get to choose."
Orlando's head fell forward again and his curls tumbled down to frame his flushed face. "It's just... been such a nice evening and now it's all ruined," he muttered. "I was having so much fun."
"Fun that was based on you disregarding my decisions," Viggo said. "You know that isn't what we agreed on. We both agreed on. I make decisions and choices that affect your well-being. You trust me to always do what is best for you, decide what is the best course to take, and I trust you to do as you're told. Am I wrong to trust you?"
"No," Orlando said, choking. Hot wave of shame painted his cheeks red, and Orlando's eyes fell to study the carpet instead of Viggo's eyes. Anger and annoyance he could deal with, because Viggo was never cross with him for long, but disappointment was something Orlando never wanted to enter their relationship. "I'm sorry, Viggo," he said, and swallowed as Viggo's gentle fingers tipped his chin. "I know you only have my best interests at heart, and I'm sorry I'm such a stupid spoiled brat."
"Shush," Viggo said, "you're the brightest boy I know, and I would never call you spoiled. You are just a bit thoughtless at times." A little bemused smile crossed his lips. “But it’s nothing a bit of spanking won’t cure.”
“You like that bit a little too much,” Orlando said sullenly and yelped as Viggo’s palm connected with his backside.
“You are in no position to be making bratty comments,” Viggo said firmly. “Come on, upstairs we go. Dominic promised to make sure we have a bit of privacy.”
“And I thought he was a mate,” the boy lamented.
“He is. It was Dominic who sought me up and told me you were seriously sloshed and probably heading for trouble,” Viggo said. “Now come on. Delaying it won’t make it go away.”
* * *
Orlando’s arse was on fire.
Orlando was also sure that Viggo had gone deaf; no amount of crying, begging or pleading had the slightest effect on the intensity or the pace of the swats that landed on his tender arse. Viggo sat at the edge of the bed in the guestroom, Orlando sprawled across his lap with his pants around his ankles and his hands in front of his mouth to muffle the noises that came out.
“Lying is not an option, Orlando,” Viggo said very sternly. “I expect you to answer truthfully to any and all of my questions. I won’t tolerate my lover giving me half-truths and outright lies as a means to do what he wants.”
“I’m sorry,” Orlando sobbed, certain that his arse was bright red by now. Hell, they could probably turn off the lights and it would glow in the dark. “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry!”
“I know you are,” Viggo said. Smack. “I’m sorry too, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been flat-out dishonest and disobedient tonight. I expect better from you, Orlando.”
Orlando fell silent, knowing that Viggo had all reasons and all right to expect better from him - and he was determined not to be a disappointment to his lover anymore. “Viggo, I’m sorry, I -uh! - never meant it to go this far, I didn’t realize the booze would go into my head so quickly.”
He could almost hear Viggo’s smile in his voice. “You’ve never been one for drinking; what made you think you’d get away with it tonight?” Two hard swats later he collected his younger lover in his arms, never minding that the boy clung to him tightly, sobbing and soiling his shirt with his tears and snot. “And no more apologies from you, Orlando. It’s sorted out now, and no lasting damage was done.”
Orlando wound his arms around Viggo’s neck and kissed his lover’s cheek. “I’m such a brat,” he said. “I’m glad you put up with me. I’m sure I’d be intolerable if it wasn’t for you. Mum never really saw it fit to discipline me for anything.”
“Well I do,” Viggo said firmly and kissed his lover. “Do you want to go home?” Orlando nodded and got up slowly, making a face as he pulled his pants up over his sore arse. Viggo looked sympathetic and kissed Orlando’s mouth gently.
“It will get better,” he promised. “We’ll put some ice on it as soon as we get home, okay?”
Orlando nodded and then gave his lover a once-over, a smile returning to his face slowly. “I wasn’t all that wrong, though!” he said. “I knew you’d be a cowboy!”
END?