Where you lead… - Slippery When Wet
Series Title: Where you lead…
Title: Slippery When Wet
Author: bwitched83uk & mesnica
Fandom: LotR RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Prompt: 37. Shaving
Word Count: 4.028
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We only wish we could own them, just think of all the fun we would make them have *sighs* In other words, this is pure fiction.
Beta: tularia, thank you! *hugs*
Author's Notes: Written for 50kinkyways. (our table) Banner made by causette *huggles*
Feedback: yes, please!
Summary: Learning to love differently.
(1) Beginnings - (2) Bed and Breakfast
Part 3 - Slippery When Wet
Orlando sighed as the hot water hit his face. His eyes were squeezed tight and his head was tilted back. He couldn't believe that just yesterday evening he had stood under this very shower, wondering if that night was finally going to be the night when he and Viggo got together. Of course, he had never in a million years thought there was a chance.
Since the first time he'd met Viggo, he had worshiped the older actor from afar, but Viggo had never given him any indication that there could ever be anything more than friendship between them. But then things had started to change, suddenly he found Viggo flirting back with him, embracing him just a little too long to be entirely innocent.
Now here they were, together, finally. Orlando smiled to himself and shook the water from his head as he heard the shower door open behind him. Viggo had wanted to quickly call Henry so that he wouldn't miss him before he left for school, what with the time difference and all.
Orlando didn't turn around to Viggo, so he stepped up to him and wrapped his arms around his young lover from behind and pressed a kiss to one wet shoulder. Orlando leaned back against him, twisting his head to look at Viggo.
"Missed you," he stated simply.
"I was only gone for five minutes," Viggo replied, but inwardly his heart was doing flip-flops at Orlando's proclamation. He wished he could make the time stand still, so that they always could stay in this first-sweet-love phase where one can't go a minute without thinking of the other, of needing to touch and kiss, and every caress sparked off a response that had yet to be memorized.
"That's four and a half minutes too long," Orlando said, wrapping an arm around Viggo's head and leaning in to press his lips to the older man's.
Viggo groaned into the kiss; something told him they were going to get even dirtier before they got clean. Viggo's tongue licked over Orlando's bottom lip before he sucked on it gently. He turned Orlando in his arms, so that they were facing each other and let his hands wander down to cup Orlando's ass and pull him against him. They were about the same height, and standing like they were, their cocks ground against each other perfectly.
Orlando chuckled against Viggo's lips; he loved how eager Viggo was to be with him, it made him feel proud that someone as amazing and beautiful as Viggo could want him so much. Already Orlando could feel his cock begin to harden again, but they were in no hurry this morning; they could take a nice long, lazy shower together.
Orlando pulled back from him slightly, giving a parting lick to Viggo's lips. "Will you wash my hair?" he asked quietly. There were a thousand and one couple like things that he had always wanted to do. He hadn't ever really had a boyfriend before. He had had plenty of sex, but never a relationship. Orlando often fantasized about doing very ordinary, coupley type things with someone that he loved.
"What little there is of it," Viggo said grinning and Orlando shoved playfully at his chest, putting on his best pout.
"That was not my idea," he reminded his lover as he reached for the shampoo. "Besides, it looks better as if they'd only shaved the front." It really did, Orlando shuddered at the memory of how he'd looked just before Liv had suggested the mohawk.
Taking the bottle from Orlando, Viggo popped the lid open and squeezed a bit into his hands. Adjusting the shower so that he took the brunt of the spray, he rubbed it between his hands until it started to foam, then ran his fingers through the younger man's hair.
Orlando tilted his head forwards and closed his eyes, concentrating on his lover's hand spreading the shampoo on his curls and massaging his scalp. He almost purred as Viggo continued to run his fingers over his head for way longer than necessary for merely washing his hair.
The shower wasn't built for two people using it at the same time, and the cold tiles of the wall pressed against Orlando's back and arse, and he found himself inching closer to the warmth of the water and Viggo's body. Orlando let his head fall forward and rest on Viggo's shoulders as his lover stroked his hair.
"I think you need a shave," Viggo said into his ear, the huskiness of his voice making Orlando shiver.
"Mmm," he agreed. "I'm lazy when I'm not going anywhere, I never bother shaving it."
Viggo smiled and continued stroking over the small amount of hair on Orlando's scalp. It felt like peach fuzz, it was so soft. "Would you let me do it?" Viggo asked him. For some reason, the idea of shaving Orlando's head excited him. He wasn't sure if it was the cold metal of the razor, the smoothness of Orli's head, or perhaps the feeling of power it gave him. He didn't dwell too much on it.
Orlando looked up at him and smiled. "Sure, if you want to." A bit of soap foam sliding down his forehead and threatening to slip into his eye reminded Orlando that there was still lather all over his head. "But we aren't finished with our shower yet."
Viggo smirked and took the shower head from its holder, aiming it directly to Orlando's face. The younger man gasped and puffed as the spurt hit him, squeezing his eyes shut to hinder the water from getting into them, and quickly bowed his head. He started to crack up as the craziness of this morning finally caught up with him, and his shoulders jerked with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Viggo asked, running his hands over Orlando's head, making sure that all soap got rinsed out.
"Nothing. Everything. You." Orlando got out through giggles, letting his head drop to Viggo's shoulder as the other man put the shower head back on the holder.
Putting his hand under Orlando's chin, Viggo drew him up and brought their mouths together, effectively cutting of the younger man's laughter and reminding him of the fact that there was a hot, wet and naked body next to him.
Orlando groaned in the kiss, pressing himself closer to his lover and grinding his groin against Viggo's. He had come twice alone in the last hour, and yet he was so hard again already. With one hand he fumbled around until it landed on the shower gel bottle; there had been talk of washing before and Orlando wanted to feel his lover's skin sliding slippery and foamy against his own.
Viggo sighed and let his head fall back as Orlando's soapy hands slid over his chest. The younger man fingered Viggo's nipples for a while, just teasing them to hardness. He gave them a gentle tweak and slid his hand lower. With one hand he washed Viggo's tanned stomach, sliding a finger into his belly button momentarily, while with the other hand he slid round to wash over the swell of Viggo's arse. Orlando couldn't resist but dip his fingers in and lightly stroke over Viggo's hole.
Viggo startled and froze for a moment. Orlando knew that Viggo didn't want him to fuck him, but he could still show him other ways to enjoy himself.
Viggo felt an unfamiliar kind of pleasure go through him and he groaned softly at the back of his throat.
While Orlando lightly stroked Viggo's hole, his other hand dipped down to fondle his balls. That proved to be distraction enough, and as Viggo's groans got louder, Orlando got more daring. He ran his finger up and down the crack of Viggo's arse, the foam and wetness making the slides easy and smooth, and bent forwards to attack his lover's neck with nips and little bites.
Viggo moaned as Orlando sucked heavily on his pulse point, adding another mark to the one that already graced his throat. Being able to just deliver himself into the care and attention his lover bestowed on him was a new sensation, one that turned him on more than he ever would have thought, but he still had to try not to flinch at the feeling of Orlando's finger on his ass. So far though, the younger man had done nothing that Viggo would really object to, and it did feel good, in a strange and unknown way.
Viggo felt smooth against Orlando's fingers. There were some soft, downy hairs and Orlando tried not to think about how it would feel to burry himself right in there. Finally, his hand slid up from Viggo's balls and grasped his straining erection. Viggo groaned and reached out for his young lover's own cock, wanting to feel their lengths sliding against each other.
Viggo took them both in his hand and began thrusting gently. The feel of hand and cock against his was divine and he used his free hand to cup the back of Orlando's head, bringing him down for a kiss.
Orlando moaned into his lover's mouth and wrapped his own hand around Viggo's, helping him pump their cocks. They were so slippery and wet and the thought of coming over Viggo's hard stomach was enough to make Orlando squeeze his eyes tight.
Viggo was panting and gasping, bucking his hips into both of their hands; the harsh breaths audible even over the running water. Orlando's hand twisted around their erections, spreading precome, foam and water over them. His other hand still gripped Viggo's arse and when his index finger pressed against the entrance to his body, not quite breaching it, Viggo came with a hoarse cry, his seed spilling out and covering their hands before getting washed away by the water.
Viggo's body went slack in his embrace, and Orlando shifted his arm around, wrapping it around Viggo's waist to steady him as he raced towards his own completion. He ground his groin against Viggo's hips and belly, humping against the hands still holding his cock, and when he too came, stifling his groan by biting Viggo's shoulder, his come splattered against the toned muscles of his lover's stomach.
The lukewarm water washed away the evidence of their love making and Orlando shivered at the change in temperature. "I guess we've been in here too long," Orlando said with a wry grin.
Viggo didn't speak, he simply nodded. He couldn't believe how good it had felt having Orlando's fingers where they had been. He had of course heard about the prostate and how great it was supposed to feel when being touched, but as he had never felt it he hadn't felt like he was missing out on anything. No one ever had paid attention to his ass before, and now that Orlando did, Viggo was wondering if bottoming wasn't something you did to please your lover but more so because it gave you great pleasure too. The way Orlando had looked last night under him, losing himself completely, surely indicated that.
"Come on," Orlando said, bringing him out of his thoughts. "You were going to shave my head for me remember?"
Viggo nodded again, and reached for the shampoo to quickly wash his own hair. He rinsed himself off even faster, and stepped out of the shower, taking the towel Orlando handed him and running it over his head.
Orlando had already dried himself off and sat on the closed toiled lid, watching the water drops on Viggo's skin getting rubbed away with sure, quick wipes of the towel. It was almost a shame; Orlando liked seeing Viggo's skin wet and glistening. He was, however, still naked, if not wet anymore, and Orlando was determined to keep them out of clothes for as long as possible.
Viggo casually slung the towel over the towel rack and walked over to stand between Orlando's legs. The young man smiled up at him and brought his hands up to rest on Viggo's hips.
On the bath, next to the toilet, was Orlando's shaving foam and razor. Viggo grinned and picked them up.
"Don't cut me," Orlando told him, pretending to look nervous.
Viggo's grin got bigger and he ran a hand lovingly over Orlando's head. "Never." He bent down and placed a kiss on the small strip of curls, still wet from the shower.
Viggo sprayed some of the shaving gel into the palm of his hand and watched as it expanded and became foam. "Trust me?" he asked Orlando as he looked down into his deep brown eyes.
"With my life," Orlando replied with a soft smile. "And my hair," he grinned.
Swiping the hair to one side, Viggo started to cover the other side of Orlando's head with the white fluffy foam. He picked up the shaver and gently tilted the young man's head sideways. "Don't move," he warned as he brought the razor to Orlando's scalp.
"Wasn't planning to," Orlando countered.
The first swipe of the blade cleared a path into the foam, baring light skin as the dark fuzz of re-grown hair was cut away. Viggo concentrated; shaving someone other than oneself was a delicate task and he didn't want to risk hurting his young lover. Leaning over to the sink, he put the water on and washed residual foam and cut off hair from the razor before bringing it down on Orlando's head again.
Orlando tried hard not to fidget, inwardly reminding himself over and over that there was a sharp object drawn over his skin repeatedly, but Viggo's flaccid cock almost directly in front of his eyes made it difficult.
He wondered if he could blow gently on it from where he was, and if Viggo would feel it. He wondered if it was possible to get hard from being blown on.
As Viggo shaved Orlando's hair, he could feel the heat coming up through his head. The newly shaved skin was so soft, like a baby's bottom. Suddenly aware of how close his cock was to Orlando's face, he glanced down to find Orlando's eyes fixed on it. Despite his best efforts to be steady, Viggo felt himself harden under Orlando's stare. It was quite exhilarating to know a young God like Orlando was so fixated with the body of an old man like him. He swallowed hard and rinsed off the razor again.
Orlando smirked as he noticed Viggo's cock begin to swell. "You pervert," Orlando teased. "Holding a blade to my skin turns you on," he said jokingly.
Viggo was very aware that Orlando's joke was actually quite accurate. He just wasn't sure if it was the act of shaving in itself, or if it was the touching and closeness to Orlando. Viggo shrugged, and held the razor under the flowing water again. "It's because it's you," he said simply as he turned back to run the razor over the last foam-covered spots.
Orlando smiled, and decided that if he couldn't do anything else, he could test the effect of blowing since Viggo had started to harden again anyway. Very gently, he inhaled and puffed the air out of his mouth, aiming at the head of his lover's cock just as Viggo took the blade away from his skin once again. Safe was safe.
Viggo shivered and looked down to find Orlando's eyes trained on his half-hard cock, feigning innocence. "If you want your head covered in cuts, by all means, do continue," he said, trying to appear annoyed.
Orlando just grinned cheekily.
As Viggo had nearly finished shaving the other side of Orlando's head, his mind filled with images of shaving Orlando in a more intimate area. He licked his bottom lip and tried to put the thought out of his mind. He and Orlando had only been together one night, he wasn't sure he had the courage to start sharing fantasies just yet.
When he felt Orlando's hands slide up his thighs, Viggo groaned at the back his throat. "Are you trying to get my attention, Elf Boy? Haven't you had enough of me for one day?"
Orlando raised his head and looked up at Viggo, who quickly lifted the razor from Orlando's skin and tutted at Orlando's carelessness.
Orlando just smiled at him. "I could never get enough of you, or of your hands on me, touching me anywhere."
Viggo brushed his hand over Orlando's head, collecting the excess foam. He smirked and put some of the foam on the tip of Orlando's nose with his finger. "Now you have less hair on your head than you do between your legs," he joked.
Orlando laughed softly and screwed up his nose before wiping his nose against Viggo's stomach.
"Maybe we should shave you there too," Viggo said in what he hopped was a light tone.
Orlando grinned and looked up at him. "Do you want to? Shave me there, I mean."
Viggo reached down and rubbed the excess foam in his hand onto the hair surrounding Orlando's cock. Orlando moaned gently and looked up at Viggo through lidded eyes. He could see by the way Viggo was looking at him that this was something he really wanted to do.
"Do it," he told him. "Do whatever you want."
Viggo moaned low in his throat, and bent forward to slip his tongue into Orlando's mouth. He kept stroking his foam-covered fingers through the younger man's pubic hair, and Orlando whimpered in his mouth as he lightly caressed the base of his cock and his balls. When they came up for air, he extended his other hand to Orlando.
"It'll be easier with you standing," he said.
"Have you ever done this before?" Orlando asked, fully aware that while he would allow Viggo anything, he still was worried about having a sharp blade touching him there.
"Not with another man," Viggo said, leading Orlando over to the tub and gesturing him to lift on foot up to rest on the brim.
Orlando lifted his foot up and nodded. "Okay, but you do know what you're doing, don't you?"
Viggo smiled at him reassuringly and kissed him again. "Yeah, I know what I'm doing."
He knelt down at Orlando's feet and slid his foamy fingers all over Orlando's cock before sliding them back between Orlando's cheeks. He was aware of how obsessed he was becoming with Orlando's ass.
Once Orlando's pubic hair was all covered in foam, Viggo retrieved the razor and carefully slid it over the hair at the top of Orli's cock. He wondered whether to leave the treasure trail or not - it might look a little odd if he left it there. Collecting some of the foam on his fingers, he then covered the thin line of dark hairs and shaved them off.
Orlando rested his hand on Viggo's head, tangling his fingers in the long hair to steady himself as he tried to not react to the strangely erotic feeling of the razor sliding over his pubic hair so close to his hardening cock. Every time Viggo exhaled, the warm air caressed his flesh, and that too didn't help him in keeping calm.
It had never been like this before, Orlando thought. He had never reacted so strongly to one of his previous lovers, or been willing to have them do anything to him. For some reason though, he knew that he would have no problems doing anything Viggo asked of him, whatever it was.
"Finished with that," Viggo said, making Orlando look down to see him stroking a finger over the freshly shaven skin over his cock. It sent tingles through Orlando's body. Then Viggo slid his hand lower, cupping his balls, and Orlando shivered.
Viggo reached over for more shaving foam and coated Orlando's balls in it. He then pulled the skin around them taught as he brought the razor down against them. He sensed that Orlando was holding his breath and he looked up at him and smile reassuringly. "Breath in and out regularly, baby. Okay?"
Orlando nodded his head gently and watched as his lover brought the sharp razor up over his ball, removing the fuzz and leaving smooth, hairless skin in its wake. Orlando's cock was by now completely hard and he tried to will it back down, not wanting it to get in the way.
Viggo was careful and attentive with Orlando's genitals, making sure to get a clean shave without harming him at all. He moved forward, closer, so that his cheek was right against Orlando's cock.
The young man moaned and bit his lip. "Viggo."
"Almost there, baby," the older man said soothingly, sliding the razor cautiously over the last hairs on Orlando's balls. "There, all done." Leaning forward, he swiped his tongue over the leaking head of the young man's cock.
Orlando trembled and fisted his hand in Viggo's hair. "If you touch me, I'll come," he predicted in an unsteady voice.
Viggo looked up at Orlando, grinned and curled a hand around the pulsing flesh, pulling on it languidly. Orlando groaned, the tip of his tongue peaking out and flicking over his lips as he watched Viggo kneeling to his feet.
"So smooth." The older man grazed the freshly razored skin of Orlando's balls with a finger of his other hand, sending shivers through Orli's body.
He was quivering and shaking, trying with all his might not to come, but Viggo's light caresses and softly spoken words pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Didn't the other man realize where he would come on if he let go now?
"Just wait how it'll feel when we're fucking." Viggo breathed the words against Orlando's cock head.
Orlando groaned as he felt his balls tighten under his lover's fingers, and with a strangled sob he came, clenching his hand in Viggo's hair and shooting all over his face.
Viggo had known that Orlando was close but it still took him slightly by surprise as Orlando shot his load all over Viggo's face. The older man snaked out his tongue and licked his top lip. The fluid was warm and uniquely Orlando.
The young man was panting and his hands were still grasping Viggo's hair. "I'm sorry," he croaked, looking down at his kneeling lover.
Viggo just smiled at him. "Don't be."
He went to wipe his face with his hand but Orlando's own hand moved from his hair to grip his wrist. The young man kneeled down in front of Viggo and leaned forward, licking his pink tongue gently over Viggo's lips, before sliding it up to clean his cheek. Viggo moaned softly and moved his ensnared wrist so that he could hold Orlando's hand.
After Orlando had licked away every bit of his come from Viggo's face, he covered the older man's lips with his own, pushing some of it into the older man's mouth with his tongue.
Viggo moaned as Orlando fucked his mouth with his tongue and moved his other hand down to stroke his renewed erection. The younger man tugged on his cock harsh and quick, getting him off with only a few pulls. Viggo's groan of completion was caught and lost in between their mouths and tangling tongues.
When their lips parted, both breathed hard. Orlando put his head on Viggo's shoulder, and loosened his death grip on the older man's wrist.
"We need to shower again," Viggo chuckled.
Orlando laughed and nodded, looking down at himself. His cock looked bigger and younger at the same time.
Viggo followed Orlando's gaze and smiled at the sight of his newly shaved, newly spent lover. "By the time we get back from Christmas vacation, it will have all grown back."
Orlando grinned, stood up, and pulled Viggo to his feet. "Well then, you'll just have to do it again, won't you?"
Orlando took Viggo's hand and went to move over to the shower but Viggo let out a laugh and shook his head. "I think we should shower separately this time, unless you really do want to kill me."
Part 4 - Easy like Sunday morning
Title: Slippery When Wet
Author: bwitched83uk & mesnica
Fandom: LotR RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Prompt: 37. Shaving
Word Count: 4.028
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We only wish we could own them, just think of all the fun we would make them have *sighs* In other words, this is pure fiction.
Beta: tularia, thank you! *hugs*
Author's Notes: Written for 50kinkyways. (our table) Banner made by causette *huggles*
Feedback: yes, please!
Summary: Learning to love differently.
(1) Beginnings - (2) Bed and Breakfast
Part 3 - Slippery When Wet
Orlando sighed as the hot water hit his face. His eyes were squeezed tight and his head was tilted back. He couldn't believe that just yesterday evening he had stood under this very shower, wondering if that night was finally going to be the night when he and Viggo got together. Of course, he had never in a million years thought there was a chance.
Since the first time he'd met Viggo, he had worshiped the older actor from afar, but Viggo had never given him any indication that there could ever be anything more than friendship between them. But then things had started to change, suddenly he found Viggo flirting back with him, embracing him just a little too long to be entirely innocent.
Now here they were, together, finally. Orlando smiled to himself and shook the water from his head as he heard the shower door open behind him. Viggo had wanted to quickly call Henry so that he wouldn't miss him before he left for school, what with the time difference and all.
Orlando didn't turn around to Viggo, so he stepped up to him and wrapped his arms around his young lover from behind and pressed a kiss to one wet shoulder. Orlando leaned back against him, twisting his head to look at Viggo.
"Missed you," he stated simply.
"I was only gone for five minutes," Viggo replied, but inwardly his heart was doing flip-flops at Orlando's proclamation. He wished he could make the time stand still, so that they always could stay in this first-sweet-love phase where one can't go a minute without thinking of the other, of needing to touch and kiss, and every caress sparked off a response that had yet to be memorized.
"That's four and a half minutes too long," Orlando said, wrapping an arm around Viggo's head and leaning in to press his lips to the older man's.
Viggo groaned into the kiss; something told him they were going to get even dirtier before they got clean. Viggo's tongue licked over Orlando's bottom lip before he sucked on it gently. He turned Orlando in his arms, so that they were facing each other and let his hands wander down to cup Orlando's ass and pull him against him. They were about the same height, and standing like they were, their cocks ground against each other perfectly.
Orlando chuckled against Viggo's lips; he loved how eager Viggo was to be with him, it made him feel proud that someone as amazing and beautiful as Viggo could want him so much. Already Orlando could feel his cock begin to harden again, but they were in no hurry this morning; they could take a nice long, lazy shower together.
Orlando pulled back from him slightly, giving a parting lick to Viggo's lips. "Will you wash my hair?" he asked quietly. There were a thousand and one couple like things that he had always wanted to do. He hadn't ever really had a boyfriend before. He had had plenty of sex, but never a relationship. Orlando often fantasized about doing very ordinary, coupley type things with someone that he loved.
"What little there is of it," Viggo said grinning and Orlando shoved playfully at his chest, putting on his best pout.
"That was not my idea," he reminded his lover as he reached for the shampoo. "Besides, it looks better as if they'd only shaved the front." It really did, Orlando shuddered at the memory of how he'd looked just before Liv had suggested the mohawk.
Taking the bottle from Orlando, Viggo popped the lid open and squeezed a bit into his hands. Adjusting the shower so that he took the brunt of the spray, he rubbed it between his hands until it started to foam, then ran his fingers through the younger man's hair.
Orlando tilted his head forwards and closed his eyes, concentrating on his lover's hand spreading the shampoo on his curls and massaging his scalp. He almost purred as Viggo continued to run his fingers over his head for way longer than necessary for merely washing his hair.
The shower wasn't built for two people using it at the same time, and the cold tiles of the wall pressed against Orlando's back and arse, and he found himself inching closer to the warmth of the water and Viggo's body. Orlando let his head fall forward and rest on Viggo's shoulders as his lover stroked his hair.
"I think you need a shave," Viggo said into his ear, the huskiness of his voice making Orlando shiver.
"Mmm," he agreed. "I'm lazy when I'm not going anywhere, I never bother shaving it."
Viggo smiled and continued stroking over the small amount of hair on Orlando's scalp. It felt like peach fuzz, it was so soft. "Would you let me do it?" Viggo asked him. For some reason, the idea of shaving Orlando's head excited him. He wasn't sure if it was the cold metal of the razor, the smoothness of Orli's head, or perhaps the feeling of power it gave him. He didn't dwell too much on it.
Orlando looked up at him and smiled. "Sure, if you want to." A bit of soap foam sliding down his forehead and threatening to slip into his eye reminded Orlando that there was still lather all over his head. "But we aren't finished with our shower yet."
Viggo smirked and took the shower head from its holder, aiming it directly to Orlando's face. The younger man gasped and puffed as the spurt hit him, squeezing his eyes shut to hinder the water from getting into them, and quickly bowed his head. He started to crack up as the craziness of this morning finally caught up with him, and his shoulders jerked with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Viggo asked, running his hands over Orlando's head, making sure that all soap got rinsed out.
"Nothing. Everything. You." Orlando got out through giggles, letting his head drop to Viggo's shoulder as the other man put the shower head back on the holder.
Putting his hand under Orlando's chin, Viggo drew him up and brought their mouths together, effectively cutting of the younger man's laughter and reminding him of the fact that there was a hot, wet and naked body next to him.
Orlando groaned in the kiss, pressing himself closer to his lover and grinding his groin against Viggo's. He had come twice alone in the last hour, and yet he was so hard again already. With one hand he fumbled around until it landed on the shower gel bottle; there had been talk of washing before and Orlando wanted to feel his lover's skin sliding slippery and foamy against his own.
Viggo sighed and let his head fall back as Orlando's soapy hands slid over his chest. The younger man fingered Viggo's nipples for a while, just teasing them to hardness. He gave them a gentle tweak and slid his hand lower. With one hand he washed Viggo's tanned stomach, sliding a finger into his belly button momentarily, while with the other hand he slid round to wash over the swell of Viggo's arse. Orlando couldn't resist but dip his fingers in and lightly stroke over Viggo's hole.
Viggo startled and froze for a moment. Orlando knew that Viggo didn't want him to fuck him, but he could still show him other ways to enjoy himself.
Viggo felt an unfamiliar kind of pleasure go through him and he groaned softly at the back of his throat.
While Orlando lightly stroked Viggo's hole, his other hand dipped down to fondle his balls. That proved to be distraction enough, and as Viggo's groans got louder, Orlando got more daring. He ran his finger up and down the crack of Viggo's arse, the foam and wetness making the slides easy and smooth, and bent forwards to attack his lover's neck with nips and little bites.
Viggo moaned as Orlando sucked heavily on his pulse point, adding another mark to the one that already graced his throat. Being able to just deliver himself into the care and attention his lover bestowed on him was a new sensation, one that turned him on more than he ever would have thought, but he still had to try not to flinch at the feeling of Orlando's finger on his ass. So far though, the younger man had done nothing that Viggo would really object to, and it did feel good, in a strange and unknown way.
Viggo felt smooth against Orlando's fingers. There were some soft, downy hairs and Orlando tried not to think about how it would feel to burry himself right in there. Finally, his hand slid up from Viggo's balls and grasped his straining erection. Viggo groaned and reached out for his young lover's own cock, wanting to feel their lengths sliding against each other.
Viggo took them both in his hand and began thrusting gently. The feel of hand and cock against his was divine and he used his free hand to cup the back of Orlando's head, bringing him down for a kiss.
Orlando moaned into his lover's mouth and wrapped his own hand around Viggo's, helping him pump their cocks. They were so slippery and wet and the thought of coming over Viggo's hard stomach was enough to make Orlando squeeze his eyes tight.
Viggo was panting and gasping, bucking his hips into both of their hands; the harsh breaths audible even over the running water. Orlando's hand twisted around their erections, spreading precome, foam and water over them. His other hand still gripped Viggo's arse and when his index finger pressed against the entrance to his body, not quite breaching it, Viggo came with a hoarse cry, his seed spilling out and covering their hands before getting washed away by the water.
Viggo's body went slack in his embrace, and Orlando shifted his arm around, wrapping it around Viggo's waist to steady him as he raced towards his own completion. He ground his groin against Viggo's hips and belly, humping against the hands still holding his cock, and when he too came, stifling his groan by biting Viggo's shoulder, his come splattered against the toned muscles of his lover's stomach.
The lukewarm water washed away the evidence of their love making and Orlando shivered at the change in temperature. "I guess we've been in here too long," Orlando said with a wry grin.
Viggo didn't speak, he simply nodded. He couldn't believe how good it had felt having Orlando's fingers where they had been. He had of course heard about the prostate and how great it was supposed to feel when being touched, but as he had never felt it he hadn't felt like he was missing out on anything. No one ever had paid attention to his ass before, and now that Orlando did, Viggo was wondering if bottoming wasn't something you did to please your lover but more so because it gave you great pleasure too. The way Orlando had looked last night under him, losing himself completely, surely indicated that.
"Come on," Orlando said, bringing him out of his thoughts. "You were going to shave my head for me remember?"
Viggo nodded again, and reached for the shampoo to quickly wash his own hair. He rinsed himself off even faster, and stepped out of the shower, taking the towel Orlando handed him and running it over his head.
Orlando had already dried himself off and sat on the closed toiled lid, watching the water drops on Viggo's skin getting rubbed away with sure, quick wipes of the towel. It was almost a shame; Orlando liked seeing Viggo's skin wet and glistening. He was, however, still naked, if not wet anymore, and Orlando was determined to keep them out of clothes for as long as possible.
Viggo casually slung the towel over the towel rack and walked over to stand between Orlando's legs. The young man smiled up at him and brought his hands up to rest on Viggo's hips.
On the bath, next to the toilet, was Orlando's shaving foam and razor. Viggo grinned and picked them up.
"Don't cut me," Orlando told him, pretending to look nervous.
Viggo's grin got bigger and he ran a hand lovingly over Orlando's head. "Never." He bent down and placed a kiss on the small strip of curls, still wet from the shower.
Viggo sprayed some of the shaving gel into the palm of his hand and watched as it expanded and became foam. "Trust me?" he asked Orlando as he looked down into his deep brown eyes.
"With my life," Orlando replied with a soft smile. "And my hair," he grinned.
Swiping the hair to one side, Viggo started to cover the other side of Orlando's head with the white fluffy foam. He picked up the shaver and gently tilted the young man's head sideways. "Don't move," he warned as he brought the razor to Orlando's scalp.
"Wasn't planning to," Orlando countered.
The first swipe of the blade cleared a path into the foam, baring light skin as the dark fuzz of re-grown hair was cut away. Viggo concentrated; shaving someone other than oneself was a delicate task and he didn't want to risk hurting his young lover. Leaning over to the sink, he put the water on and washed residual foam and cut off hair from the razor before bringing it down on Orlando's head again.
Orlando tried hard not to fidget, inwardly reminding himself over and over that there was a sharp object drawn over his skin repeatedly, but Viggo's flaccid cock almost directly in front of his eyes made it difficult.
He wondered if he could blow gently on it from where he was, and if Viggo would feel it. He wondered if it was possible to get hard from being blown on.
As Viggo shaved Orlando's hair, he could feel the heat coming up through his head. The newly shaved skin was so soft, like a baby's bottom. Suddenly aware of how close his cock was to Orlando's face, he glanced down to find Orlando's eyes fixed on it. Despite his best efforts to be steady, Viggo felt himself harden under Orlando's stare. It was quite exhilarating to know a young God like Orlando was so fixated with the body of an old man like him. He swallowed hard and rinsed off the razor again.
Orlando smirked as he noticed Viggo's cock begin to swell. "You pervert," Orlando teased. "Holding a blade to my skin turns you on," he said jokingly.
Viggo was very aware that Orlando's joke was actually quite accurate. He just wasn't sure if it was the act of shaving in itself, or if it was the touching and closeness to Orlando. Viggo shrugged, and held the razor under the flowing water again. "It's because it's you," he said simply as he turned back to run the razor over the last foam-covered spots.
Orlando smiled, and decided that if he couldn't do anything else, he could test the effect of blowing since Viggo had started to harden again anyway. Very gently, he inhaled and puffed the air out of his mouth, aiming at the head of his lover's cock just as Viggo took the blade away from his skin once again. Safe was safe.
Viggo shivered and looked down to find Orlando's eyes trained on his half-hard cock, feigning innocence. "If you want your head covered in cuts, by all means, do continue," he said, trying to appear annoyed.
Orlando just grinned cheekily.
As Viggo had nearly finished shaving the other side of Orlando's head, his mind filled with images of shaving Orlando in a more intimate area. He licked his bottom lip and tried to put the thought out of his mind. He and Orlando had only been together one night, he wasn't sure he had the courage to start sharing fantasies just yet.
When he felt Orlando's hands slide up his thighs, Viggo groaned at the back his throat. "Are you trying to get my attention, Elf Boy? Haven't you had enough of me for one day?"
Orlando raised his head and looked up at Viggo, who quickly lifted the razor from Orlando's skin and tutted at Orlando's carelessness.
Orlando just smiled at him. "I could never get enough of you, or of your hands on me, touching me anywhere."
Viggo brushed his hand over Orlando's head, collecting the excess foam. He smirked and put some of the foam on the tip of Orlando's nose with his finger. "Now you have less hair on your head than you do between your legs," he joked.
Orlando laughed softly and screwed up his nose before wiping his nose against Viggo's stomach.
"Maybe we should shave you there too," Viggo said in what he hopped was a light tone.
Orlando grinned and looked up at him. "Do you want to? Shave me there, I mean."
Viggo reached down and rubbed the excess foam in his hand onto the hair surrounding Orlando's cock. Orlando moaned gently and looked up at Viggo through lidded eyes. He could see by the way Viggo was looking at him that this was something he really wanted to do.
"Do it," he told him. "Do whatever you want."
Viggo moaned low in his throat, and bent forward to slip his tongue into Orlando's mouth. He kept stroking his foam-covered fingers through the younger man's pubic hair, and Orlando whimpered in his mouth as he lightly caressed the base of his cock and his balls. When they came up for air, he extended his other hand to Orlando.
"It'll be easier with you standing," he said.
"Have you ever done this before?" Orlando asked, fully aware that while he would allow Viggo anything, he still was worried about having a sharp blade touching him there.
"Not with another man," Viggo said, leading Orlando over to the tub and gesturing him to lift on foot up to rest on the brim.
Orlando lifted his foot up and nodded. "Okay, but you do know what you're doing, don't you?"
Viggo smiled at him reassuringly and kissed him again. "Yeah, I know what I'm doing."
He knelt down at Orlando's feet and slid his foamy fingers all over Orlando's cock before sliding them back between Orlando's cheeks. He was aware of how obsessed he was becoming with Orlando's ass.
Once Orlando's pubic hair was all covered in foam, Viggo retrieved the razor and carefully slid it over the hair at the top of Orli's cock. He wondered whether to leave the treasure trail or not - it might look a little odd if he left it there. Collecting some of the foam on his fingers, he then covered the thin line of dark hairs and shaved them off.
Orlando rested his hand on Viggo's head, tangling his fingers in the long hair to steady himself as he tried to not react to the strangely erotic feeling of the razor sliding over his pubic hair so close to his hardening cock. Every time Viggo exhaled, the warm air caressed his flesh, and that too didn't help him in keeping calm.
It had never been like this before, Orlando thought. He had never reacted so strongly to one of his previous lovers, or been willing to have them do anything to him. For some reason though, he knew that he would have no problems doing anything Viggo asked of him, whatever it was.
"Finished with that," Viggo said, making Orlando look down to see him stroking a finger over the freshly shaven skin over his cock. It sent tingles through Orlando's body. Then Viggo slid his hand lower, cupping his balls, and Orlando shivered.
Viggo reached over for more shaving foam and coated Orlando's balls in it. He then pulled the skin around them taught as he brought the razor down against them. He sensed that Orlando was holding his breath and he looked up at him and smile reassuringly. "Breath in and out regularly, baby. Okay?"
Orlando nodded his head gently and watched as his lover brought the sharp razor up over his ball, removing the fuzz and leaving smooth, hairless skin in its wake. Orlando's cock was by now completely hard and he tried to will it back down, not wanting it to get in the way.
Viggo was careful and attentive with Orlando's genitals, making sure to get a clean shave without harming him at all. He moved forward, closer, so that his cheek was right against Orlando's cock.
The young man moaned and bit his lip. "Viggo."
"Almost there, baby," the older man said soothingly, sliding the razor cautiously over the last hairs on Orlando's balls. "There, all done." Leaning forward, he swiped his tongue over the leaking head of the young man's cock.
Orlando trembled and fisted his hand in Viggo's hair. "If you touch me, I'll come," he predicted in an unsteady voice.
Viggo looked up at Orlando, grinned and curled a hand around the pulsing flesh, pulling on it languidly. Orlando groaned, the tip of his tongue peaking out and flicking over his lips as he watched Viggo kneeling to his feet.
"So smooth." The older man grazed the freshly razored skin of Orlando's balls with a finger of his other hand, sending shivers through Orli's body.
He was quivering and shaking, trying with all his might not to come, but Viggo's light caresses and softly spoken words pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Didn't the other man realize where he would come on if he let go now?
"Just wait how it'll feel when we're fucking." Viggo breathed the words against Orlando's cock head.
Orlando groaned as he felt his balls tighten under his lover's fingers, and with a strangled sob he came, clenching his hand in Viggo's hair and shooting all over his face.
Viggo had known that Orlando was close but it still took him slightly by surprise as Orlando shot his load all over Viggo's face. The older man snaked out his tongue and licked his top lip. The fluid was warm and uniquely Orlando.
The young man was panting and his hands were still grasping Viggo's hair. "I'm sorry," he croaked, looking down at his kneeling lover.
Viggo just smiled at him. "Don't be."
He went to wipe his face with his hand but Orlando's own hand moved from his hair to grip his wrist. The young man kneeled down in front of Viggo and leaned forward, licking his pink tongue gently over Viggo's lips, before sliding it up to clean his cheek. Viggo moaned softly and moved his ensnared wrist so that he could hold Orlando's hand.
After Orlando had licked away every bit of his come from Viggo's face, he covered the older man's lips with his own, pushing some of it into the older man's mouth with his tongue.
Viggo moaned as Orlando fucked his mouth with his tongue and moved his other hand down to stroke his renewed erection. The younger man tugged on his cock harsh and quick, getting him off with only a few pulls. Viggo's groan of completion was caught and lost in between their mouths and tangling tongues.
When their lips parted, both breathed hard. Orlando put his head on Viggo's shoulder, and loosened his death grip on the older man's wrist.
"We need to shower again," Viggo chuckled.
Orlando laughed and nodded, looking down at himself. His cock looked bigger and younger at the same time.
Viggo followed Orlando's gaze and smiled at the sight of his newly shaved, newly spent lover. "By the time we get back from Christmas vacation, it will have all grown back."
Orlando grinned, stood up, and pulled Viggo to his feet. "Well then, you'll just have to do it again, won't you?"
Orlando took Viggo's hand and went to move over to the shower but Viggo let out a laugh and shook his head. "I think we should shower separately this time, unless you really do want to kill me."
Part 4 - Easy like Sunday morning