Strangers On A Train 3
Title: Strangers On A Train (3/4)
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: V/O
Warnings: EXTREME sappiness and implied/ remembered rape. Not my usual style of fic AT ALL....
Beta: My beloved
momo
Beater: Teh inimitable
Kimmeh
Summary: Orlando's life takes an unexpected turn after a chance meeting.
One huge dinner and a lot of scolding and laughter later, Viggo led Orlando into the home cinema, a room in which one wall was dominated by an enormous television screen. There was no cinema style seating though, instead several comfortable chairs and sofas were placed in the room, and there were beanbags and cushions scattered about the floor.
Orlando had already picked out a film for them to watch, so Viggo sat him down with the bowl of popcorn that his Mama had insisted on making them and went to find the disc. Viggo popped it into the player and then went to sit as close to Orlando as he could without actually touching him. Viggo needed to know that Orlando was alright with Viggo’s hands being on his body. He remembered the way Orli had been muttering about hands all over him the previous night and he didn’t want to spark a flashback.
As the copyright information scrolled up the screen, Orlando sidled across the couch to put his head on Viggo’s shoulder. After a few moments, he reached into Viggo’s lap and took hold of the older man’s hand, lifting it over his head and placing it onto his shoulder before snuggling in, his head resting on Viggo’s chest. Viggo smiled in the darkness of the room, bending his neck to place a soft kiss on the top of Orlando’s curls before settling back to watch the movie.
Viggo didn’t know about Orlando, but he was having a certain amount of difficulty paying attention to the movie. Every so often, Orli would shift against him and for several minutes now his hand had been lying directly over Viggo’s groin. The older man had been doing his frantic best to think of the least arousing things that he could, but unfortunately for him, Orlando chose that moment to turn slightly, his breath ghosting over Viggo’s nipple through his shirt. Viggo groaned as he felt his cock twitch.
“Little tease,” he murmured when Orlando looked up at him, pretending shock at the bulge he felt beneath his fingers. Rubbing his own crotch against Viggo’s leg, Orlando showed the older man that he was just as aroused.
“Can we wait till tomorrow to watch the rest of the film?” Orlando asked breathlessly, wanting nothing more than for Viggo to sweep him into his strong arms and run away with him.
Viggo smiled at him predatorily and pretended to think about it. “Of course we can, kæreste” Viggo murmured, pulling Orlando to his feet and leaning down to kiss him properly.
Orlando moaned into the kiss, clinging to Viggo as the man stole the breath from his body. Viggo pushed his tongue tentatively into Orlando’s mouth, seeking permission to breach his defences. Orlando welcomed Viggo’s tongue with his own, pulling it inside his mouth and tangling the muscles together. It felt like an eternity had passed when they pulled apart a minute or two later.
“Will you come to my bedroom?” Viggo asked.
Orlando nodded, his head still reeling from the kiss, and followed closely after Viggo as they walked up the several flights of stairs to Viggo’s large bedroom.
Entering the room, Viggo led Orlando over to the bed, drawing him to sit down and taking the young man’s hands in his own. Viggo was desperate to partake of Orlando’s body, but they needed to get a few things straight before proceeding to the main act.
“Orlando, I would really, really like to make love to you.” Viggo spoke frankly, not wanting to draw this out. Orlando was looking at him curiously. “If you feel… overwhelmed… or upset… I want you to tell me, okay? No matter what we’re doing, where we are, I want you to tell me. I won’t be angry or anything. Even if you just need to slow down. Is that okay?”
Orlando nodded slowly. “Okay, I think I can do that.” He spoke quietly, worried that his answer might make Viggo think again about wanting him. “I’m sorry to be so…”
His fears were swept away by Viggo’s arms around him.
“Orlando, it’s okay” Viggo reassured him, “If you can’t do this tonight it will still be okay. I’m not going to force you into anything you aren’t ready for.”
Orlando nodded, keeping eye contact with Viggo as he spoke.
“I trust you.” The young man managed to keep the wobble from his voice. Drawing his hands back from Viggo’s, Orlando pushed the other man’s top up, pulling it over his head and straddling his legs, getting close enough for more kisses, each one lasting an eternity.
Viggo returned the favour, pulling Orlando’s baggy t-shirt off and gripping him firmly around the waist. One hand slipped down the back of his jeans, and the young man felt a finger on the crease of his arse. Taking a deep breath, Orlando ran his hands over Viggo’s back, jumping slightly when Viggo’s finger drifted just a little lower.
“I think we’re wearing too many clothes,” Orlando giggled, removing his mouth from Viggo’s for a moment.
Viggo grinned his agreement and the two men disentangled themselves for long enough to slip out of their trousers and underwear. Reaching into his bedside table, Viggo pulled out a small bottle and a condom. Placing the items onto the bed for the time being, Viggo reached for Orlando again.
“C’mere, love,” Viggo said, his voice gravely with desire.
Orlando gladly leapt forward into his arms, sending both men tumbling forward onto the bed, giggling and groping at each other like crazy.
Viggo took Orlando’s turgid cock into one large hand, rubbing at the head of the enlarged organ, smearing the pre-come down the shaft of the other man’s cock. Orlando moaned, whimpering as the sensations overtook him. Judging that Orlando was fairly distracted, Viggo poured a small amount of lube onto his fingers and ran his hand down Orlando’s hip towards the cleft of his arse.
Orlando jumped as Viggo’s finger ghosted over his entrance. Grabbing Viggo’s shoulders, he pulled the other man down into a deep kiss as one finger pushed gently into his small hole. Forcing himself to relax, Orlando thrust into the hand on his cock, removing one hand from Viggo’s shoulder to bring it down to the other man’s arousal, trying not to panic as he noted the size of the hard cock.
“Are you alright?” Viggo asked, concerned at the way the other man had gone suddenly still.
Orlando nodded, reminding himself that Viggo would stop if he asked. Viggo’s finger moved inside of him, brushing against an unhealed sore spot within his arse.
“Be gentle with me!” Orlando squeaked “I’m still a bit sore…”
Viggo was instantly chagrined, pressing gentle kisses to the column of Orlando’s neck and shifting his finger away from the sore spot, feeling around until he found the small nub of nerves that he knew would send Orlando weak at the knees.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Viggo asked, nibbling the young man’s ear and delighting at the sounds of pleasure coming from the mouth of his lover. Reaching blindly for the bottle of lubrication, Viggo twisted open the container and poured more of the liquid down the cleft of Orlando’s arse where it drizzled onto his fingers, easing their passage into the sensitive tunnel of the young man’s arse.
Orlando’s eyes widened as a second finger joined the first, and Viggo’s free hand touched his hip. Swallowing frantically to remoisten his suddenly dry mouth, Orlando reminded himself that this was Viggo, who he trusted, and not the men from the other night. Shivering slightly, Orlando laid his head on Viggo’s shoulder, focusing on the sensations produced by the fingers inside him.
Viggo slowed the movements of his fingers inside Orlando, murmuring reassuring nonsense to him. Lifting his hand from Orlando’s hip, he stroked his hair gently. Orli shuddered as Viggo’s finger inadvertently stroked over his sweet spot. Orlando’s mouth dropped open as his eyes rolled back into his head, panic forgotten as the sensations washed over him.
“P…please Viggo… I’m… please,” Orlando stuttered, shifting his hips to try and increase the feeling.
Viggo smiled indulgently and laid Orlando back on the nest of pillows at the head of the bed. Opening the condom, Viggo rolled it onto his cock and poured a large globule of lube onto his hand, spreading it over his latex encased prick, making sure it was well lubed for its journey into Orlando’s tunnel.
Orlando was looking up at Viggo, his eyes wide with a mix of arousal and fright. Viggo smiled down at him, lining his cock up with Orlando’s entrance and waiting until Orlando nodded, breathlessly, to push in to the boy’s waiting hole. Orlando was shaking like a leaf, doing his best to stay relaxed so that Viggo didn’t hurt him as he slowly filled his body, but it wasn’t easy.
Viggo was looking down at Orlando, concerned at the way the boy seemed to be holding his breath. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to the other man’s lips, lifting one hand from beside Orlando where he supported himself to cradle the young man’s head. Orlando gasped, drawing in a long, shuddering breath and sobbing as he allowed the events of now to overcome the memories of the attack.
Drawing back from the kiss, Viggo saw that Orlando seemed to have relaxed a little - was at least breathing again. Removing his hand from Orli’s head, he pressed another kiss to his forehead and at the same time grasped Orlando’s cock firmly in his hand, stroking the engorged organ in time with his thrusts into the young man’s willing body.
The two men kissed again as Viggo’s thrusts became more ragged, and Orlando’s body jerked as he did his best to increase both the friction on his cock and the rubbing of Viggo’s cock against the nub of nerves deep inside of him. Their tongues tangled together as Orlando’s scream of ecstasy was swallowed by his lover, his come coating the other man’s hand. Viggo’s own orgasm overtook him as he felt Orlando’s body shudder, this time in ecstasy rather than fear, and he bit down on the boy’s lip as he came, still buried deeply inside Orlando.
Breathing heavily, the two men lay where they were for a while, allowing the aftershocks to run through them, just kissing and cuddling, Viggo still buried deeply inside Orlando’s body.
“That… that was…” Orlando began, nuzzling against Viggo’s cheek with his own, unable to find the words to describe the experience.
“Intense?” Viggo asked, smiling and pressing yet another kiss to Orlando’s cheek. The young man giggled, still high on the aftershocks of his orgasm. Viggo disentangled himself from Orlando’s embrace and pulled his cock out of the younger man’s body and removing the condom, dropping it into the bin before returning to embrace Orlando again.
“Orlando…” Viggo began, his voice betraying a hint of nerves. “Do you have to go home right away?”
“What… what do you mean?” Orlando asked, pushing himself up on one elbow and looking at Viggo, puzzled.
“Well, I know we’ve only just met, but... I really like you… and I’d like a chance to get to know you better.” The older man’s usual composure was not in evidence as he stuttered his way through his words.
Orlando smiled and lay back down, snuggling into Viggo’s side. “I think I could stay a little while longer…” the young man said happily.
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: V/O
Warnings: EXTREME sappiness and implied/ remembered rape. Not my usual style of fic AT ALL....
Beta: My beloved
momo
Beater: Teh inimitable
Kimmeh
Summary: Orlando's life takes an unexpected turn after a chance meeting.
One huge dinner and a lot of scolding and laughter later, Viggo led Orlando into the home cinema, a room in which one wall was dominated by an enormous television screen. There was no cinema style seating though, instead several comfortable chairs and sofas were placed in the room, and there were beanbags and cushions scattered about the floor.
Orlando had already picked out a film for them to watch, so Viggo sat him down with the bowl of popcorn that his Mama had insisted on making them and went to find the disc. Viggo popped it into the player and then went to sit as close to Orlando as he could without actually touching him. Viggo needed to know that Orlando was alright with Viggo’s hands being on his body. He remembered the way Orli had been muttering about hands all over him the previous night and he didn’t want to spark a flashback.
As the copyright information scrolled up the screen, Orlando sidled across the couch to put his head on Viggo’s shoulder. After a few moments, he reached into Viggo’s lap and took hold of the older man’s hand, lifting it over his head and placing it onto his shoulder before snuggling in, his head resting on Viggo’s chest. Viggo smiled in the darkness of the room, bending his neck to place a soft kiss on the top of Orlando’s curls before settling back to watch the movie.
Viggo didn’t know about Orlando, but he was having a certain amount of difficulty paying attention to the movie. Every so often, Orli would shift against him and for several minutes now his hand had been lying directly over Viggo’s groin. The older man had been doing his frantic best to think of the least arousing things that he could, but unfortunately for him, Orlando chose that moment to turn slightly, his breath ghosting over Viggo’s nipple through his shirt. Viggo groaned as he felt his cock twitch.
“Little tease,” he murmured when Orlando looked up at him, pretending shock at the bulge he felt beneath his fingers. Rubbing his own crotch against Viggo’s leg, Orlando showed the older man that he was just as aroused.
“Can we wait till tomorrow to watch the rest of the film?” Orlando asked breathlessly, wanting nothing more than for Viggo to sweep him into his strong arms and run away with him.
Viggo smiled at him predatorily and pretended to think about it. “Of course we can, kæreste” Viggo murmured, pulling Orlando to his feet and leaning down to kiss him properly.
Orlando moaned into the kiss, clinging to Viggo as the man stole the breath from his body. Viggo pushed his tongue tentatively into Orlando’s mouth, seeking permission to breach his defences. Orlando welcomed Viggo’s tongue with his own, pulling it inside his mouth and tangling the muscles together. It felt like an eternity had passed when they pulled apart a minute or two later.
“Will you come to my bedroom?” Viggo asked.
Orlando nodded, his head still reeling from the kiss, and followed closely after Viggo as they walked up the several flights of stairs to Viggo’s large bedroom.
Entering the room, Viggo led Orlando over to the bed, drawing him to sit down and taking the young man’s hands in his own. Viggo was desperate to partake of Orlando’s body, but they needed to get a few things straight before proceeding to the main act.
“Orlando, I would really, really like to make love to you.” Viggo spoke frankly, not wanting to draw this out. Orlando was looking at him curiously. “If you feel… overwhelmed… or upset… I want you to tell me, okay? No matter what we’re doing, where we are, I want you to tell me. I won’t be angry or anything. Even if you just need to slow down. Is that okay?”
Orlando nodded slowly. “Okay, I think I can do that.” He spoke quietly, worried that his answer might make Viggo think again about wanting him. “I’m sorry to be so…”
His fears were swept away by Viggo’s arms around him.
“Orlando, it’s okay” Viggo reassured him, “If you can’t do this tonight it will still be okay. I’m not going to force you into anything you aren’t ready for.”
Orlando nodded, keeping eye contact with Viggo as he spoke.
“I trust you.” The young man managed to keep the wobble from his voice. Drawing his hands back from Viggo’s, Orlando pushed the other man’s top up, pulling it over his head and straddling his legs, getting close enough for more kisses, each one lasting an eternity.
Viggo returned the favour, pulling Orlando’s baggy t-shirt off and gripping him firmly around the waist. One hand slipped down the back of his jeans, and the young man felt a finger on the crease of his arse. Taking a deep breath, Orlando ran his hands over Viggo’s back, jumping slightly when Viggo’s finger drifted just a little lower.
“I think we’re wearing too many clothes,” Orlando giggled, removing his mouth from Viggo’s for a moment.
Viggo grinned his agreement and the two men disentangled themselves for long enough to slip out of their trousers and underwear. Reaching into his bedside table, Viggo pulled out a small bottle and a condom. Placing the items onto the bed for the time being, Viggo reached for Orlando again.
“C’mere, love,” Viggo said, his voice gravely with desire.
Orlando gladly leapt forward into his arms, sending both men tumbling forward onto the bed, giggling and groping at each other like crazy.
Viggo took Orlando’s turgid cock into one large hand, rubbing at the head of the enlarged organ, smearing the pre-come down the shaft of the other man’s cock. Orlando moaned, whimpering as the sensations overtook him. Judging that Orlando was fairly distracted, Viggo poured a small amount of lube onto his fingers and ran his hand down Orlando’s hip towards the cleft of his arse.
Orlando jumped as Viggo’s finger ghosted over his entrance. Grabbing Viggo’s shoulders, he pulled the other man down into a deep kiss as one finger pushed gently into his small hole. Forcing himself to relax, Orlando thrust into the hand on his cock, removing one hand from Viggo’s shoulder to bring it down to the other man’s arousal, trying not to panic as he noted the size of the hard cock.
“Are you alright?” Viggo asked, concerned at the way the other man had gone suddenly still.
Orlando nodded, reminding himself that Viggo would stop if he asked. Viggo’s finger moved inside of him, brushing against an unhealed sore spot within his arse.
“Be gentle with me!” Orlando squeaked “I’m still a bit sore…”
Viggo was instantly chagrined, pressing gentle kisses to the column of Orlando’s neck and shifting his finger away from the sore spot, feeling around until he found the small nub of nerves that he knew would send Orlando weak at the knees.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Viggo asked, nibbling the young man’s ear and delighting at the sounds of pleasure coming from the mouth of his lover. Reaching blindly for the bottle of lubrication, Viggo twisted open the container and poured more of the liquid down the cleft of Orlando’s arse where it drizzled onto his fingers, easing their passage into the sensitive tunnel of the young man’s arse.
Orlando’s eyes widened as a second finger joined the first, and Viggo’s free hand touched his hip. Swallowing frantically to remoisten his suddenly dry mouth, Orlando reminded himself that this was Viggo, who he trusted, and not the men from the other night. Shivering slightly, Orlando laid his head on Viggo’s shoulder, focusing on the sensations produced by the fingers inside him.
Viggo slowed the movements of his fingers inside Orlando, murmuring reassuring nonsense to him. Lifting his hand from Orlando’s hip, he stroked his hair gently. Orli shuddered as Viggo’s finger inadvertently stroked over his sweet spot. Orlando’s mouth dropped open as his eyes rolled back into his head, panic forgotten as the sensations washed over him.
“P…please Viggo… I’m… please,” Orlando stuttered, shifting his hips to try and increase the feeling.
Viggo smiled indulgently and laid Orlando back on the nest of pillows at the head of the bed. Opening the condom, Viggo rolled it onto his cock and poured a large globule of lube onto his hand, spreading it over his latex encased prick, making sure it was well lubed for its journey into Orlando’s tunnel.
Orlando was looking up at Viggo, his eyes wide with a mix of arousal and fright. Viggo smiled down at him, lining his cock up with Orlando’s entrance and waiting until Orlando nodded, breathlessly, to push in to the boy’s waiting hole. Orlando was shaking like a leaf, doing his best to stay relaxed so that Viggo didn’t hurt him as he slowly filled his body, but it wasn’t easy.
Viggo was looking down at Orlando, concerned at the way the boy seemed to be holding his breath. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to the other man’s lips, lifting one hand from beside Orlando where he supported himself to cradle the young man’s head. Orlando gasped, drawing in a long, shuddering breath and sobbing as he allowed the events of now to overcome the memories of the attack.
Drawing back from the kiss, Viggo saw that Orlando seemed to have relaxed a little - was at least breathing again. Removing his hand from Orli’s head, he pressed another kiss to his forehead and at the same time grasped Orlando’s cock firmly in his hand, stroking the engorged organ in time with his thrusts into the young man’s willing body.
The two men kissed again as Viggo’s thrusts became more ragged, and Orlando’s body jerked as he did his best to increase both the friction on his cock and the rubbing of Viggo’s cock against the nub of nerves deep inside of him. Their tongues tangled together as Orlando’s scream of ecstasy was swallowed by his lover, his come coating the other man’s hand. Viggo’s own orgasm overtook him as he felt Orlando’s body shudder, this time in ecstasy rather than fear, and he bit down on the boy’s lip as he came, still buried deeply inside Orlando.
Breathing heavily, the two men lay where they were for a while, allowing the aftershocks to run through them, just kissing and cuddling, Viggo still buried deeply inside Orlando’s body.
“That… that was…” Orlando began, nuzzling against Viggo’s cheek with his own, unable to find the words to describe the experience.
“Intense?” Viggo asked, smiling and pressing yet another kiss to Orlando’s cheek. The young man giggled, still high on the aftershocks of his orgasm. Viggo disentangled himself from Orlando’s embrace and pulled his cock out of the younger man’s body and removing the condom, dropping it into the bin before returning to embrace Orlando again.
“Orlando…” Viggo began, his voice betraying a hint of nerves. “Do you have to go home right away?”
“What… what do you mean?” Orlando asked, pushing himself up on one elbow and looking at Viggo, puzzled.
“Well, I know we’ve only just met, but... I really like you… and I’d like a chance to get to know you better.” The older man’s usual composure was not in evidence as he stuttered his way through his words.
Orlando smiled and lay back down, snuggling into Viggo’s side. “I think I could stay a little while longer…” the young man said happily.