Walking in a Winter Wonderland - VigOrli - NC-17

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Title: Walking in a winter wonderland
Author: Bee_ta_baby(LJ) Pippings_toy@yahoo.com
Written for the: MerryViggorli Christmas challenge 2008 (LJ)
Rating:NC-17
For willowwing, who requested: Fine with AU or RPS, pretty much any timeline

Warnings: As if this needs to be said... m/m sex...

Crossposted to many many many many many many... *runs out of breath* places...

"It's snowing out." The words were whispered softly into the older man's ear. The response was not quite what Orlando wanted so he tried again. "There's snow outside, getting pretty deep." A flopping hand waved in his face was the first answer, a grunt was the second.

"Vig! Come on; let’s go outside... I want to walk in it."

One silver-blue eye made an appearance and perfectly conveyed the 'are you serious?' question that went unasked. "Nope." Pulling the sheet higher, Viggo tried to roll over, only to have the coverings yanked from his hands. "Orli... I'm tired, was sleeping. It's snowing. Cold. Sleep now."

"No, come on babe..." Folding his hands under his chin, fingers entwined, brown eyes bore into the back of his lover's head. "Spoilsport." When silent 'puppy-dog' look didn't work, he rolled his lithe frame from the bed and padded toward the bathroom.

Forty minutes later Orlando closed the back door, latching it securely. Armed with a small bag of orange stretch rubber pieces, water, cell phone, snacks, along with other items they'd always considered 'must haves', and a flare gun - all tucked safely into a nylon backpack - he began to explore the white world.

Around him the silence was heavy and peaceful; the only sounds were that of the snow as it blanketed the sleeping ground and trees. Adjusting his sunglasses once more, he turned south, walking along the path that led to the lake. During days when nature itself was silent, it was only a twenty-minute walk, today however, he had a feeling it would take longer. But he didn't mind, he could feel his very soul revitalizing.

Any sign of creature-life was gone, disappeared under the pristine landscape; Orlando felt alone, but not lonely as he reached the large body of water.

Crouching down on a white-capped log, he closed his eyes for a moment, just letting the feeling of peace fill him. He'd learned how to appreciate things like this from Viggo. It had taken years, but they'd already had years together, and would have more years to come, more things to learn from and about each other.

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Arms above his head, Viggo stretched, listening to the 'pops' from his back and neck. The bright light from outside his window told him that it was past his normal time to get up and it was still snowing. Surprised that Orlando had let him sleep in so late, he slipped from the bed, rubbing his face as he did so. Deciding to clean up first, he made use of the master bathroom, an addition to the cabin once Orlando moved in.

Sweat pants and shirt made up his attire as he moved down the stairs and toward the kitchen. The coffee was still warm, but cooling when his hand touched it and Viggo frowned; where was his lover?

Going through the rooms didn't take more than a few moments, the open floor plan from kitchen, dining room and living room making the task simple.

"Okay Elf where are you?" Spotting the door to the mudroom, Viggo headed toward that, remembering Orlando's earlier attempt at cajoling him into a trip outside.

Sure enough, the younger man's heavy coat was gone along with his snow boots - the ones that reached his knees.

Microwaving his coffee, Viggo frowned. The coffee pot was set to turn off at two hours, the fact the coffee was cooling to nearly cold said that the younger man could have been gone upwards of three hours or more.

"Fuck."

Filling a large thermos with the full pot of re-heated dark brew, Viggo poured in several tablespoons of sugar and screwed the cap on it. Nothing like a jolt of sugar to get your body pumping.

Coat, boots, hat and backpack on, Viggo hurried out the door stopping once he reached the ground away from their wrap-around deck. Scanning the ground carefully, he spotted faded footprints leading into the woods. That the impressions were nearly filled and very faint confirmed just how much time had passed since Orlando left.

The trail wasn't easy to follow, but luck seemed to be on the older man's side as he moved through the snow-draped trees. Keeping his head lowered, more to follow the path previously taken by Orlando than to avoid the softly falling snow, Viggo moved along at as fast a pace as he could.

After nearly an hour, he realized he'd reached the lake and lifting his head, he spotted the lone figure in the distance.

"Orli?" Rushing forward, Viggo now ignored the ground, uncaring about hidden obstacles - his only intent to reach his lover. "You okay? You hurt?"

"What's wrong?" Turning as he stood, brown eyes searched Viggo's face, then beyond him as if someone might be after his lover. "Vig? What's going on?"

"Are you okay?" Grabbing onto the other man's arms, Viggo gave a small shake.

"Stop that and yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Frowning, Orlando reached out a gloved hand to cup Viggo's face. "Babe?"

"You were gone... hours now. I didn't know if you were hurt or not... didn't know what happened to you." Pulling the slightly smaller frame to his own body, strong arms wrapped around Orlando.

Enjoying the comfort of the embrace, Orli leaned into his lover's hold. "Vig, you're daft. I'm fine, nothing’s wrong."

"You could have gotten lost!" Fear gone, another emotion surfaced.

"How could I get lost?" Placing a small kiss to Viggo's cheek, he pushed back to stare into nearly perfect silver eyes - the snow reflecting in them.

"I had trouble finding your trail, and you can't track like I can!"

Gently turning the older man's head, Orlando had them both facing the direction they'd come from at different times. "What do you see?"

"Snow."

"No you daft bugger! On the tree limb?" Lightly cuffing the hooded head, Orlando shook his own, "There, at chest level, what do you see?"

Blinking once or twice, Viggo concentrated on the white and gray view. "Orange."

"Yes, orange." Reaching into his carryall, Orlando pulled out the half empty plastic bag of orange rubber pieces. "I marked the path as you taught me." Smiling a bit smugly, he quirked an eyebrow.

Lips twitching slightly, Viggo wasn't quite ready to give up. "What if you got hurt?" Arms folded, he lifted an eyebrow as well.

"Oh... Hurt... well... uh..." Pulling the cell phone and flare gun from the interior of the backpack, Orlando waved them under Viggo's nose. "Would these help?"

"They might." His response bordered on grousing, but the tone held a hint of laughter; Orlando had done well.

Grinning widely, Orlando retrieved the bag of snacks. "Hungry?"

Adding his grin to his lover’s, Viggo pulled the thermos of coffee out. "Coffee?"

Snorting at first, then giving in to his laughter, Orlando hugged Viggo again. "God I love you."

Placing the silver container on the log, Viggo moved to close the distance between them, his arms opening to enfold Orlando. "Love you too. Next time - leave a note, okay?"

"Well if I must." Adding a wink to show he was kidding, Orlando brushed the gently falling snow from his pant leg. "It's beautiful here." His words were soft, mixing gently with the sounds around them.

Twenty feet or so beyond where they sat, the lake, a silvery-gray mirror captured the small flakes. The large, towering trees on the opposite shore were cloaked and frosted as well; the entire scene a perfect capture of Currier and Ives painting.

Viggo took his eyes from his lover's face to finally take in the view around them. "Yes... it is." Clasping their gloved hands together, the two men watched as the snow continued to fall, dusting them as much as the ground.

"Vig?"

"Yes angel?" Whispering back, the older man moved closer, stopping when their hips touched.

"Make love to me?"

Nodding, he rose and pulled Orlando to his feet. "Come on..."

"No, here. Please?" Looking around the silent world, he looked at Viggo once more. "Here."

"Orli... babe." The older man started to shake his head no, but stopped when his lover smiled at him.

"I have the hypothermia blankets - four of them." Dropping Viggo's hand, Orlando rummaged in his backpack and pulled them out.

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Nestled into the warm, but crinkly coverings, Viggo pressed his body to Orlando's. His lips mapping the pulsing vein at his throat and calloused hands tickled along supple flesh. Lifting his head, Viggo smiled, "I can't believe you brought lube."

Shrugging as best he could, Orli grinned back. "It's an emergency item - has to be, it was in the pack." Sliding one leg to the side, he snuggled Viggo between his thighs.

In seconds the tube was opened and a fair amount was warming in Viggo's hand. "It'd serve you right if I let it stay cold."

"Hell old man, my arse would shrivel up and you never get in." Giggling, Orli brought his knees up to rub them along his lover’s sides.

"Oh ha ha... Orli love, your jokes... stick to acting, okay?" Burying his face in the younger man's neck, Viggo licked and nipped at the tender flesh.

"You going to spe... hend all day on my neck?" Orlando moaned over his words when he felt the thick fingers searching between his legs, moaned again when one easily slipped inside. "Not much prep babe... still - oh fuck yeah... still good from last night."

"Insatiable." The word was low, deep, as he continued to slip his finger in and out of the other man, images mixing with wants. Each flick or plunge into Orlando had Viggo growing harder, more needy for the warm tightness of his lover's body.

"Vig... please, your cock now." Proving Viggo's words, it would have been a shouted plea but for the fact Orlando was breathless with his want. "Stop fucking teasing me old man!"

Bringing attention back to Orlando's face, Viggo's look softened. "Not teasing Elf, appreciating. Loving. Honoring. Adoring." Each word was punctuated with a kiss to wherever his lips landed. He could never get enough of Orlando's taste, the feel of his skin on tongue or in his hands.

"Vig... oh god... please." He was sweating, his body aflame with need for his lover, "Babe... please."

Bodies aligned, Viggo held his rigid cock to Orlando's body, nudging forward as he captured the younger man's lips in a soft kiss. Slipping his tongue inside the warmth as he pushed past the guardian ring, Viggo grunted softly, not stopping until his balls rested snuggly against Orlando's body.

Arms around the wide shoulders, Orlando arched his body, back coming off the slick material as his legs trapped Viggo to him. "I love it... every time you first come into me." It was a joining of souls, uniting of body and spirit when they made love and it filled Orlando, seeking out the darkest crevices of fear or doubt, soothing him with the one thing he and Viggo shared; their love.

The first move was slow, tender as Viggo pulled out then slid back into Orli, careful, precise, well known and remembered.

Lifting his hips as best he could, the younger man met the increasing thrusts, tipping and twisting. "Shit... yes!" Moving faster, Orli nearly bounces on the hard ground, his body an undulating mass of need as Viggo moves faster still.

Their lovemaking wasn’t sweet and full of fluffy words; it was raw and needy, full of want and near-animalistic desire. Face once more buried in Orlando’s neck, Viggo nipped and sucked at the moist flesh, his hands holding the slim hips tighter as his pace became frenzied. Grunts passed for words, whimpers and growls for endearments.

"Moremoremoremore!" Screeching his demands to the snow heavy sky, birds took flight, adding their own sounds to that of the two men on the lake bank.

Without warning, Viggo stopped moving, his hands gentled on the reddened flesh. Confused dark brown eyes stared up into cloud-gray ones. "Vig? What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Relaxing his body, the older man reached back with one hand and pulled Orli's leg down. "I don't wanna fuck you... I wanna make love with you." Softly rubbing their cheeks together, he placed tiny kisses. "Can I make love with you?"

Sliding his hand over the stubble rough cheek, he shook his head from side to side, making his curls sway. "You're asking permission?"

Angling his head so he could kiss Orlando's palm, Viggo nodded. "Yes."

"Okay then, make love with me." He could feel a gentle urgency cover him as he brought Viggo's lips to meet his. "I love you."

"Love you too." Slipping his hands under the younger man's shoulders, Viggo began a slow rocking, hips moving in point and counter-point.

This time when Orli moaned his pleasure, the sound was pulled low from his belly, filling him before slipping away with the snow. No more words were spoken, only the language of their bodies joined, the sounds of flesh up on flesh.

Wiggling, scoot, wiggle, scoot - Viggo managed to turn them without pulling out; Orlando wound up on the top, the covering carefully arranged over them to keep out the snow and cold. "Ride me." Beyond low, Viggo's voice seemed to come from the very soles of his feet.

"Wha... Yes." Arranging his legs so they rested around Viggo's hips, Orlando began to roll his lower body, shifting on the hard length buried in him. With a shudder, he threw his head back, neck straining as his lover's thick cock brushed over the sensitive nub of his prostate. "Fuck yes!" Faster and faster he moved, pumping and grinding against the other man.

"That's it babe... fuck.. ride me... hard... hard... ohfuckyes!" Adding his own lust covered words; Viggo reached up and tweaked one large brown nipple, earning a hiss of pleasure.

"Again..." Hips swaying, body taut, Orlando began to burn. "Vigs... please." Pumping up and down, the younger man panted, eyes screwed shut as the fire in him built.

Close himself; Viggo began to push up, moving under his lover so that Orlando resembled a rider on a wild bronc. Dropping his hand from the puckered nipple, his eyes focused on Orli's face as Viggo gripped his straining cock. Fisting it, he slid his hand over it, around the rounded head, scraping his rough fingers over the sensitive flesh.

Shuddering, his body a wild living sensation of building lust, Orlando groaned loudly, staccato and deep. Frenzied movements dislodged the thermal covering, but neither man noticed as their bodies sang together, reaching for the pinnacle.

Viggo came first, pouring himself into Orlando's willing body, grunting and straining as he bowed from the hard surface beneath him. It felt like his orgasm lasted for eons, but was over quickly so hard had the older man climaxed.

With fingers barely obeying, Viggo reached for Orlando’s leaking cock, watching in fascination as it swayed with the still moving man. Gently grasping it, he held still, letting his younger lover fuck his hand. “Come on baby, few more... few more...”

“Vig... oh fuck yes yes...” Head back, Orlando stared into the drifting white, his body a flame that threatened to melt the small pieces of snow. A small dozen, no more for certain, rotations of hip, Viggo’s rough and calloused hand on his cock, his lover’s thumb scraping over the sensitive slit, and Orlando came, a roaring rush of feeling pouring from him.

Shuddering through his release, Orlando remained upright, body rigid. As his come splashed across Viggo’s upper belly and lower chest, the younger of the pair collapsed, “Shit...”

Legs splayed, knees pressed to each side of Viggo, Orlando didn’t have the strength to move, to release his lover from inside him. “Vigs...”

“Yeah angel?” Eyes heavy, voice deeper and more raspy with the exertions, the older man wrapped his arms around the slender form.

“Merry Christmas.” It was a sleepy reply, lazy and content.

“That’s tomorrow.” Fingers idly ran along the muscled back, tracing and mapping well known skin.

“Yeah... but I’m your Christmas Angel, and I’m on your... tree.” With a gentle sway of Orlando’s hip showed the older man what he was calling his ‘tree’.

Blankets once more in place, Viggo skimmed his fingers over the smooth flesh of the younger man’s back. “Orlando?” Pulling the soft lips to his, Viggo caressed them with his own, “shush and stick to acting, okay?” A grin and wink was Orlando’s reply.

As both fell silent, the snow drifted around them, gentle and quiet, a perfect buffer of privacy.

Slipping into restful sleep, arms and legs entwined, their hearts fell into rhythm with each other and words of love passed unspoken between the joined pair.