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My christmas is a bit busy with driving to family and back again, so I have to post this quick now, they're trying to drag me away from the computer again!
Enjoy! :)
Rating: NC17
Written by: mesnica
Timeline: set between the original RHG series and the RGH advent calendar
Adding the last period to the article he'd just typed, Orlando saved and closed it before sending it per email to Cate. His work for today was finished; what to do now? He whirled his desk chair around, looking at the assortment of stuff that they bought here to keep him entertained while Viggo was away filming or doing promo. It didn't work all the time.
This time, Viggo had been gone for almost a week. Two more days and he would be back thankfully, and Orlando was already counting the minutes. Over eight-thousand until Viggo left, more than three-thousand left to keep himself occupied until he returned.
The phone ringing downstairs got Orlando out of his pondering about what to do, and he run down to get to it before the caller hung up again. He was a little bit out of breath when he reached it and rubbing the left side of his hip with which he had bumped the door frame in his hurry to get to the phone.
"Orlando," he panted in the receiver.
"Are you having fun without me again?" Viggo's voice came through the phone.
"No," Orlando answered honestly, still wheezing and rubbing over the sore spot. "Hi Viggo."
"You sound so out of breathe, Gorgeous."
"Yeah, I had to run down the stairs."
"We have a cordless phone."
"I know, forgot to take it up with me." Taking the phone, Orlando went over to the plush couch and slouched down on it. "So, how much time do you have?" he asked cheekily, his free hand already making its way downwards and popping the top button of his jeans open.
"All the time in the world," Viggo rasped. "Where are you right now?"
"On the couch." Orlando shifted a bit, slid the zipper down and dragged the denim down his legs.
"Take your clothes off, all of them," Viggo said.
~*~
Cell phone pressed to his ear, Viggo walked around the house, as silently as possible in the dark. As much as he wanted to fuck his gorgeous young lover right now, the phone sex they had was always mind-blowing too, and listening to Orlando answering his call sounding as breathless and hoarse as he did short before coming had given him an idea he couldn't refuse. Viggo originally had planned to sneak in the house while still talking to Orlando and surprising him, but what he had in mind now would be an even bigger surprise. Getting home two days earlier than planned had definitely its advantages.
"What about you?" he heard Orlando ask just as he reached the veranda on the back of the house. "Are you all naked too?"
"Yes, naked and hard for you," he half-lied, bending down to tie his shoes open. On socks, he tiptoed on the veranda, carefully that the wooden planks didn't give him away with creaking. Viggo could see Orlando on the couch already, and the cock confined in his jeans throbbed at the image his lover made. He had the phone cradled between his shoulder and head, one hand skimming over the smooth skin of his abdomen and chest, the other languidly pulling on his dripping cock; Viggo could see the glistering pearl of fluid on the head even from his place a few meters away.
"Hmmm, tell me what to do," Orlando asked him and Viggo saw him pinching his nipple through the windows of the French doors. There was a deckchair on the veranda with perfect view inside the lit living room and Viggo sat down on it, opening his pants as noiselessly as making himself comfortable.
"Suck your fingers in your mouth. I want you to make them really wet, imagine it's my cock you're sucking," Viggo ordered, taking his own rock-hard erection out and closing his hand in a fist around it.
He heard Orlando moan around the fingers in his mouth and saw him close his eyes through the window.
"That's enough," Viggo said after a while of watching his lover while lazily fisting his cock and rubbing the precome that had gathered at the tip into the skin at every down stroke. "Put your legs on the couch, I want you to be able to reach your ass."
"Okay," Orlando answered, pulling the fingers from between his lips.
Viggo heard and watched Orlando shifting around on the couch, lifting one foot on the couch and bending his knee. He let the other one dangle from the couch, and Viggo had a perfect view of him.
"Can I touch myself?" Orlando asked when he was positioned as Viggo had told him to.
"Yeah," Viggo rasped, speeding up the tugs on his cock. "But only your balls. Don't touch your cock or your hole yet."
"You're mean," Orlando whined but complied, and this time Viggo didn't only believed him, but saw it as well.
Orlando reached down with his saliva-coated fingers, grasping his balls and rolling them between his fingers. His cock was starting to look painful, rock-hard and drooling pre-come on his belly.
"Imagine it's me doing that," Viggo said hoarsely. "I'm so close to your cock and your ass, but I won't touch you there yet. You have to beg for it."
"Please, Viggo. Please touch me," Orlando moaned, and Viggo saw how his hand started to tremble with the effort it took the younger man not to disregard his wishes. Orlando's other hand lie beside him, balled into a fist.
"Where do you want me to touch you, tell me," Viggo asked, slowing the strokes on his own cock. He could feel his balls tighten already, but this wasn't how he wanted to come.
"I don't care, just... god, Viggo, please," Orlando groaned.
"Push a finger inside," Viggo gave in. "Only one. Stretch yourself slowly."
"Thanks," Orlando breathed just as his index finger was swallowed from the muscles in his ass.
"How does it feel?"
"Not good enough," Orlando answered, grinding down on his finger.
"Do you want more?" Viggo stopped jerking himself and silently crossed the space to the French doors.
"God yes, please Viggo," Orlando pleaded.
"One more," Viggo decided. "Scissor them, but don't make yourself come yet."
~*~
Adding the middle finger, Orlando bore down, trying to get them deeper in himself. He was so hard already it wouldn't take him much more to come, alone hearing Viggo's voice did the trick.
"Please," he asked breathlessly, "let me add another."
"No," Viggo said sternly. "Not yet. Tell me how it feels now."
"Fucking great. Would be better with more," Orlando said, not able to bite back his frustration.
Viggo chuckled. "Do you think you can hold back shooting when I give you another one?"
Momentarily stilling the movements of his hips, but not those of his fingers, Orlando thought. "Yeah," he finally said.
"Then give yourself one more," Viggo said. "Imagine it's my cock plunging into you. Fucking you hard and deep."
"Oh god," Orlando whimpered.
~*~
Orlando's eyes were closed now and he was humping the three fingers in his ass, moaning loudly. As noiselessly as possible, Viggo slid the French doors open and slipped into the house. His lover was so caught up with sliding the fingers in and out that he didn't notice Viggo padding silently through the room until he was standing right next to him.
"What do you want now, babe?" he asked then, closing the cell phone and leaning down to close his lips over Orlando's, swallowing his lover's shocked squeak in his mouth. Viggo's tongue slipped into Orlando's mouth instantly, tangling around his tongue and after few seconds, Orlando's body went slack under him and his so far unoccupied hand came up to draw Viggo further down until he was half-lying on him.
Loosening the kiss, Viggo smiled at Orlando's stunned expression. "Surprise," he said.
"You nearly gave me a heart-attack," the younger man got out, still staring at Viggo as if he wasn't sure he was really there.
"Hmm, can't have been that bad, you're still hard," Viggo observed, trailing a finger over Orlando's leaking cock.
"Ungh," was the only reply and Orlando's eyes fluttered shut again.
"Don't stop now," Viggo requested. "I want to see you making yourself come."
"I want you to fuck me," Orlando countered, but took up thrusting his fingers in his ass again.
"I will," Viggo promised. "Later."
"Not fair," Orlando grumbled and Viggo chuckled as he watched the fingers disappearing into Orlando's hole faster and faster.
Going down on his knees, he closed his hand around his rock-hard flesh again, pulling and tugging on it. Orlando opened his eyes again and watched him hungrily.
"I want you," he said. "In me, not next to me."
Viggo just smiled, his hand blurring on his cock. "Are you close, babe?"
"Yeah. Please Viggo, please."
"Come for me, Gorgeous," Viggo ground out, his own climax approaching as well.
Orlando was writhing on the couch, thrusting down his hips to meet his fingers time and time again. Viggo reached his other hand down, closing it around Orlando's cock just as the younger man came with a shouted "Viggo", thrashing on the couch. His come spurted out in waves, painting Viggo's hand and his belly white. The sight of Orlando pulsing in his hand was enough to send Viggo over the edge as well, adding his semen to the puddle on the younger man's body.
Bending down, he caught Orlando's lips in a kiss again, his tongue darting in the wet cavern and dueling with his lover's with all the passion that he could still muster just after coming. Orlando slung his arm around him, half-dragging him up to lie on top of him and the cooling come between them got sticky as their bodies aligned naturally, Viggo coming to lie in between Orlando's spread legs.
When their lips parted again, Orlando smiled up at him. "Welcome home."
Rating: NC17
Written by: nurseowens
Timeline: set after the RHG advent calendar
Orlando walked into the kitchen holding a card. He was sporting an intense frown.
"You're going to wrinkle that pretty face of yours if you keep walking around like that, babe." Viggo remarked as he continued chopping tomatoes and onion for the pasta sauce.
"But…" He stopped mid-thought and then looked up at Viggo with his mouth half open. He probably felt self conscious after that because Viggo could see him close it and then stick his tongue between his lips, deep in thought. "Why would you ask this of me?"
"What?" Viggo asked, trying to make eye contact with his lover.
"This card…"
"It's one of the cards you made for the calendar, right?" Viggo asked, trying to stay matter-of-factly. He knew very well it was the card he had left for Orlando on his pillow this morning.
"No. Well, yes, it's a card like that, but I didn't write this one. You did." Orlando's forehead was still deeply lined and Viggo could almost hear all the conflicting thoughts doing on in that pretty little head.
Viggo raised an eyebrow and nodded a sort of yes, before turning around and dropping everything that was on his chopping board into the large casserole that was on the stove. He didn't turn back immediately, knowing full well Orlando would become curious and come closer to inspect the contents of what Viggo was stirring. When this took longer than he expected, he realized his young lover was indeed quite put off by the suggestion on the card.
"But, Viggo…you don't bottom."
Viggo smiled, his back still turned. "Doesn't mean I don't want to," he answered sort of quietly in an attempt to draw Orlando closer. Sure enough, he felt familiar hands wrap around his waist a little hesitantly and Orlando's chin being placed on his shoulder. More importantly though, he also felt what was clearly a nice growing package grinding up against his ass.
"But why?" Orlando's whisper in his ear send shivers running down his body. He leaned into the touch and felt the arms around him squeeze him tighter.
"You make it sound like it's no fun," Viggo answered with a smile.
"Oh it is, you know it is, Vig! You know I love to feel you inside me. You make me…"
Viggo turned around and cupped Orlando's face, placing an open mouthed kiss on his lover's lips. When he came up for air, he whispered against his mouth, "I want to come undone under your hands too, Orlando."
Orlando smiled at him nervously.
"I love how we make love but I want to share everything with you and that includes turning the tables from time to time."
"Okay." Orlando surrendered, doubt still visible on his face.
"Orli," Viggo started. "After everything you've given me this month, after everything we've tried and experimented with, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?"
Orlando shook his head.
"Then trust me when I say you're going to like this."
A smile finally broke on Orlando's beautiful face, so Viggo turned around to turn off the stove, making sure the pasta sauce for tonight's dinner couldn't burn. He took Orlando's hand and led him in the direction of the bedroom.
Much to his surprise, he had barely stepped into their room when he suddenly felt Orlando push him face first into the wall. He tried resisting a little, just for effect and felt the pressure against his back grow heavier and the one hand with which he was holding Orlando just a moment ago being pushed up behind him. It didn't really hurt, but he wasn't comfortable either, only very turned on.
He heard a zipper being pulled down and a muffled curse, but to his own surprise he couldn't move an inch. "Orlando?"
Suddenly a hand was being shoved down the front of his sweat pants and it squeezed his bulge. "If I knew being manhandled was going to make you this hard, I would have done it a long time ago," Orlando rasped in his ear. The confidence in his lover's voice made all Viggo's blood rush south and he felt light headed all of a sudden. He was actually going to get what he asked for…and then some. "Turn around," Orlando instructed as he let go of the hand he was holding tightly.
As Viggo moved away from the wall and faced Orlando he couldn't help but think the commanding tone and the beautiful face he was seeing somehow didn't match. Orlando didn't look as confident as he thought, standing in front of him a little unsure what to do next. His jeans were unbuttoned, zip down and Viggo could tell he was hard so he dropped to his knees and looked up at his lover. "Can I touch you?" His lover nodded and sighed when Viggo put his hand down Orlando's jeans and gently freed his aching cock from the constraining pants. He kept looking into the young man's eyes as he slowly took the head in his mouth, sucking gently.
Orlando moaned at the contact and seemed to regain some of his self assuredness. "That's it; make me nice and hard, so I can really fuck you into the mattress." Viggo continued to suck and stroke Orlando's already rather impressive erection rhythmically until he knew from the sounds his lover was making that it was time to stop before it was too late.
Orlando whimpered when Viggo let go of his cock and moved his hands to pull down his jeans, but he was grateful Viggo knew him almost as good as he knew himself and had more self control. He quickly got rid of his t-shirt and watched as Viggo eagerly disposed of his clothes as well. As he watched Viggo crawl across the bed to grab the lube from the bedside table, he couldn't help but notice his lover had a nice arse for a man his age.
"So how do you want me?" Viggo asked patiently.
Orlando shrugged, so Viggo bent over the side of the bed, exposing his back side as he handed the lube to his lover. Grateful for the lack of hesitancy Viggo was displaying, Orlando crouched down behind him, opened the lube and spread some on his fingers, trying to warm it up before touching his lover. He heard Viggo moan quietly into his folded hands as he let his finger slide over the puckered hole, slowly teasing it.
"Oh god this is good Orlando, come on, stop teasing," Viggo hissed as Orlando's finger breached the muscle.
"You're tight." Orlando remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Yeah well, it's been a while for me, so be gentle," Viggo stated with a strained voice.
Orlando took his time, slowly feeling Viggo relax, but soon adding a second finger and then scissoring them. Without losing contact he added some more lube, making Viggo gasp. "God Orli, you of all people should know how cold that lube is!"
"Sorry, Vig." Orlando apologized, realizing he didn't sound very convincing. He soon shut his lover up by curling his fingers and touching Viggo's sweet spot though, making the older man buck and impale himself deeper onto Orlando's fingers.
"Fuck, that was good, do that again!" he pleaded. And Orlando obliged. "I'm ready, Gorgeous…god, I want you inside me…"
Orlando realized he was quite turned on by Viggo begging to be fucked and he opened the lube again to coat his now leaking member. He leaned over Viggo. "Are you sure you are ready for me, lover?"
Viggo nodded urgently. "More than ready. Want you now!"
Orlando removed his fingers and teasingly slowly pushed the head of his cock passed the well-lubed entrance. Despite the careful preparation, Viggo was still intensely tight, so Orlando gave him time to adjust to being filled.
Viggo stretched his arms out in front of him, burying his face into the bedcovers, eliciting an "Are you okay?" from his lover. As Viggo lifted his head, Orlando could see his strained face. "Yeah, just move already okay?" He felt Viggo push back, so Orlando slowly started pushing deeper, while he let his hands caress Viggo's sides, eventually letting his hands rest on his hips. Viggo was curving his back, urging Orlando on, so the young man started thrusting into his lover, making him moan with every thrust. "Oh yes….oh…good….damn this is…..good."
Orlando brushed his cheek against Viggo's shoulder and felt the older man move his hand down underneath them. He was trying to hold back, concentrating on not coming yet, although Viggo's incredibly tight heat was making it hard. This was almost as good as being on the receiving end and he knew Viggo knew this, so he followed Viggo's hand and helped his lover fist his rock hard cock.
"Are you close?" Orlando asked and Viggo at first just moaned in response, then started rambling as their joined hands sped up the movement along with Orlando's thrusts. "Wanna come…come with…me…babe…pleeeeeeeeeease."
Orlando could feel Viggo's body spasm underneath him and felt the white hot liquid splatter over their hands and the bedcovers. This made Viggo even tighter and Orlando felt his own orgasm overtake him as he continued to thrust through his release.
They were both panting hard, lying on top of each other on the bed. Orlando slid out of his lover as Viggo attempted to turn to kiss him. They both struggled to move up on the bed, laughing at their boneless attempts at getting a little more comfortable until Orlando was finally where he wanted to be, in Viggo's arms being kissed and cuddled.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" Viggo asked.
"Quite nice actually, for a change." Orlando smiled at Viggo with his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of their collective body heat.
"I wouldn't mind a repeat performance of this from time to time though," Viggo mused.
"I love you Viggo, but next time it's my turn to bottom again."
"Sure Gorgeous, what ever you want."
More to follow later I think :)
Enjoy! :)
Rating: NC17
Written by: mesnica
Timeline: set between the original RHG series and the RGH advent calendar
Adding the last period to the article he'd just typed, Orlando saved and closed it before sending it per email to Cate. His work for today was finished; what to do now? He whirled his desk chair around, looking at the assortment of stuff that they bought here to keep him entertained while Viggo was away filming or doing promo. It didn't work all the time.
This time, Viggo had been gone for almost a week. Two more days and he would be back thankfully, and Orlando was already counting the minutes. Over eight-thousand until Viggo left, more than three-thousand left to keep himself occupied until he returned.
The phone ringing downstairs got Orlando out of his pondering about what to do, and he run down to get to it before the caller hung up again. He was a little bit out of breath when he reached it and rubbing the left side of his hip with which he had bumped the door frame in his hurry to get to the phone.
"Orlando," he panted in the receiver.
"Are you having fun without me again?" Viggo's voice came through the phone.
"No," Orlando answered honestly, still wheezing and rubbing over the sore spot. "Hi Viggo."
"You sound so out of breathe, Gorgeous."
"Yeah, I had to run down the stairs."
"We have a cordless phone."
"I know, forgot to take it up with me." Taking the phone, Orlando went over to the plush couch and slouched down on it. "So, how much time do you have?" he asked cheekily, his free hand already making its way downwards and popping the top button of his jeans open.
"All the time in the world," Viggo rasped. "Where are you right now?"
"On the couch." Orlando shifted a bit, slid the zipper down and dragged the denim down his legs.
"Take your clothes off, all of them," Viggo said.
~*~
Cell phone pressed to his ear, Viggo walked around the house, as silently as possible in the dark. As much as he wanted to fuck his gorgeous young lover right now, the phone sex they had was always mind-blowing too, and listening to Orlando answering his call sounding as breathless and hoarse as he did short before coming had given him an idea he couldn't refuse. Viggo originally had planned to sneak in the house while still talking to Orlando and surprising him, but what he had in mind now would be an even bigger surprise. Getting home two days earlier than planned had definitely its advantages.
"What about you?" he heard Orlando ask just as he reached the veranda on the back of the house. "Are you all naked too?"
"Yes, naked and hard for you," he half-lied, bending down to tie his shoes open. On socks, he tiptoed on the veranda, carefully that the wooden planks didn't give him away with creaking. Viggo could see Orlando on the couch already, and the cock confined in his jeans throbbed at the image his lover made. He had the phone cradled between his shoulder and head, one hand skimming over the smooth skin of his abdomen and chest, the other languidly pulling on his dripping cock; Viggo could see the glistering pearl of fluid on the head even from his place a few meters away.
"Hmmm, tell me what to do," Orlando asked him and Viggo saw him pinching his nipple through the windows of the French doors. There was a deckchair on the veranda with perfect view inside the lit living room and Viggo sat down on it, opening his pants as noiselessly as making himself comfortable.
"Suck your fingers in your mouth. I want you to make them really wet, imagine it's my cock you're sucking," Viggo ordered, taking his own rock-hard erection out and closing his hand in a fist around it.
He heard Orlando moan around the fingers in his mouth and saw him close his eyes through the window.
"That's enough," Viggo said after a while of watching his lover while lazily fisting his cock and rubbing the precome that had gathered at the tip into the skin at every down stroke. "Put your legs on the couch, I want you to be able to reach your ass."
"Okay," Orlando answered, pulling the fingers from between his lips.
Viggo heard and watched Orlando shifting around on the couch, lifting one foot on the couch and bending his knee. He let the other one dangle from the couch, and Viggo had a perfect view of him.
"Can I touch myself?" Orlando asked when he was positioned as Viggo had told him to.
"Yeah," Viggo rasped, speeding up the tugs on his cock. "But only your balls. Don't touch your cock or your hole yet."
"You're mean," Orlando whined but complied, and this time Viggo didn't only believed him, but saw it as well.
Orlando reached down with his saliva-coated fingers, grasping his balls and rolling them between his fingers. His cock was starting to look painful, rock-hard and drooling pre-come on his belly.
"Imagine it's me doing that," Viggo said hoarsely. "I'm so close to your cock and your ass, but I won't touch you there yet. You have to beg for it."
"Please, Viggo. Please touch me," Orlando moaned, and Viggo saw how his hand started to tremble with the effort it took the younger man not to disregard his wishes. Orlando's other hand lie beside him, balled into a fist.
"Where do you want me to touch you, tell me," Viggo asked, slowing the strokes on his own cock. He could feel his balls tighten already, but this wasn't how he wanted to come.
"I don't care, just... god, Viggo, please," Orlando groaned.
"Push a finger inside," Viggo gave in. "Only one. Stretch yourself slowly."
"Thanks," Orlando breathed just as his index finger was swallowed from the muscles in his ass.
"How does it feel?"
"Not good enough," Orlando answered, grinding down on his finger.
"Do you want more?" Viggo stopped jerking himself and silently crossed the space to the French doors.
"God yes, please Viggo," Orlando pleaded.
"One more," Viggo decided. "Scissor them, but don't make yourself come yet."
~*~
Adding the middle finger, Orlando bore down, trying to get them deeper in himself. He was so hard already it wouldn't take him much more to come, alone hearing Viggo's voice did the trick.
"Please," he asked breathlessly, "let me add another."
"No," Viggo said sternly. "Not yet. Tell me how it feels now."
"Fucking great. Would be better with more," Orlando said, not able to bite back his frustration.
Viggo chuckled. "Do you think you can hold back shooting when I give you another one?"
Momentarily stilling the movements of his hips, but not those of his fingers, Orlando thought. "Yeah," he finally said.
"Then give yourself one more," Viggo said. "Imagine it's my cock plunging into you. Fucking you hard and deep."
"Oh god," Orlando whimpered.
~*~
Orlando's eyes were closed now and he was humping the three fingers in his ass, moaning loudly. As noiselessly as possible, Viggo slid the French doors open and slipped into the house. His lover was so caught up with sliding the fingers in and out that he didn't notice Viggo padding silently through the room until he was standing right next to him.
"What do you want now, babe?" he asked then, closing the cell phone and leaning down to close his lips over Orlando's, swallowing his lover's shocked squeak in his mouth. Viggo's tongue slipped into Orlando's mouth instantly, tangling around his tongue and after few seconds, Orlando's body went slack under him and his so far unoccupied hand came up to draw Viggo further down until he was half-lying on him.
Loosening the kiss, Viggo smiled at Orlando's stunned expression. "Surprise," he said.
"You nearly gave me a heart-attack," the younger man got out, still staring at Viggo as if he wasn't sure he was really there.
"Hmm, can't have been that bad, you're still hard," Viggo observed, trailing a finger over Orlando's leaking cock.
"Ungh," was the only reply and Orlando's eyes fluttered shut again.
"Don't stop now," Viggo requested. "I want to see you making yourself come."
"I want you to fuck me," Orlando countered, but took up thrusting his fingers in his ass again.
"I will," Viggo promised. "Later."
"Not fair," Orlando grumbled and Viggo chuckled as he watched the fingers disappearing into Orlando's hole faster and faster.
Going down on his knees, he closed his hand around his rock-hard flesh again, pulling and tugging on it. Orlando opened his eyes again and watched him hungrily.
"I want you," he said. "In me, not next to me."
Viggo just smiled, his hand blurring on his cock. "Are you close, babe?"
"Yeah. Please Viggo, please."
"Come for me, Gorgeous," Viggo ground out, his own climax approaching as well.
Orlando was writhing on the couch, thrusting down his hips to meet his fingers time and time again. Viggo reached his other hand down, closing it around Orlando's cock just as the younger man came with a shouted "Viggo", thrashing on the couch. His come spurted out in waves, painting Viggo's hand and his belly white. The sight of Orlando pulsing in his hand was enough to send Viggo over the edge as well, adding his semen to the puddle on the younger man's body.
Bending down, he caught Orlando's lips in a kiss again, his tongue darting in the wet cavern and dueling with his lover's with all the passion that he could still muster just after coming. Orlando slung his arm around him, half-dragging him up to lie on top of him and the cooling come between them got sticky as their bodies aligned naturally, Viggo coming to lie in between Orlando's spread legs.
When their lips parted again, Orlando smiled up at him. "Welcome home."
Rating: NC17
Written by: nurseowens
Timeline: set after the RHG advent calendar
Orlando walked into the kitchen holding a card. He was sporting an intense frown.
"You're going to wrinkle that pretty face of yours if you keep walking around like that, babe." Viggo remarked as he continued chopping tomatoes and onion for the pasta sauce.
"But…" He stopped mid-thought and then looked up at Viggo with his mouth half open. He probably felt self conscious after that because Viggo could see him close it and then stick his tongue between his lips, deep in thought. "Why would you ask this of me?"
"What?" Viggo asked, trying to make eye contact with his lover.
"This card…"
"It's one of the cards you made for the calendar, right?" Viggo asked, trying to stay matter-of-factly. He knew very well it was the card he had left for Orlando on his pillow this morning.
"No. Well, yes, it's a card like that, but I didn't write this one. You did." Orlando's forehead was still deeply lined and Viggo could almost hear all the conflicting thoughts doing on in that pretty little head.
Viggo raised an eyebrow and nodded a sort of yes, before turning around and dropping everything that was on his chopping board into the large casserole that was on the stove. He didn't turn back immediately, knowing full well Orlando would become curious and come closer to inspect the contents of what Viggo was stirring. When this took longer than he expected, he realized his young lover was indeed quite put off by the suggestion on the card.
"But, Viggo…you don't bottom."
Viggo smiled, his back still turned. "Doesn't mean I don't want to," he answered sort of quietly in an attempt to draw Orlando closer. Sure enough, he felt familiar hands wrap around his waist a little hesitantly and Orlando's chin being placed on his shoulder. More importantly though, he also felt what was clearly a nice growing package grinding up against his ass.
"But why?" Orlando's whisper in his ear send shivers running down his body. He leaned into the touch and felt the arms around him squeeze him tighter.
"You make it sound like it's no fun," Viggo answered with a smile.
"Oh it is, you know it is, Vig! You know I love to feel you inside me. You make me…"
Viggo turned around and cupped Orlando's face, placing an open mouthed kiss on his lover's lips. When he came up for air, he whispered against his mouth, "I want to come undone under your hands too, Orlando."
Orlando smiled at him nervously.
"I love how we make love but I want to share everything with you and that includes turning the tables from time to time."
"Okay." Orlando surrendered, doubt still visible on his face.
"Orli," Viggo started. "After everything you've given me this month, after everything we've tried and experimented with, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?"
Orlando shook his head.
"Then trust me when I say you're going to like this."
A smile finally broke on Orlando's beautiful face, so Viggo turned around to turn off the stove, making sure the pasta sauce for tonight's dinner couldn't burn. He took Orlando's hand and led him in the direction of the bedroom.
Much to his surprise, he had barely stepped into their room when he suddenly felt Orlando push him face first into the wall. He tried resisting a little, just for effect and felt the pressure against his back grow heavier and the one hand with which he was holding Orlando just a moment ago being pushed up behind him. It didn't really hurt, but he wasn't comfortable either, only very turned on.
He heard a zipper being pulled down and a muffled curse, but to his own surprise he couldn't move an inch. "Orlando?"
Suddenly a hand was being shoved down the front of his sweat pants and it squeezed his bulge. "If I knew being manhandled was going to make you this hard, I would have done it a long time ago," Orlando rasped in his ear. The confidence in his lover's voice made all Viggo's blood rush south and he felt light headed all of a sudden. He was actually going to get what he asked for…and then some. "Turn around," Orlando instructed as he let go of the hand he was holding tightly.
As Viggo moved away from the wall and faced Orlando he couldn't help but think the commanding tone and the beautiful face he was seeing somehow didn't match. Orlando didn't look as confident as he thought, standing in front of him a little unsure what to do next. His jeans were unbuttoned, zip down and Viggo could tell he was hard so he dropped to his knees and looked up at his lover. "Can I touch you?" His lover nodded and sighed when Viggo put his hand down Orlando's jeans and gently freed his aching cock from the constraining pants. He kept looking into the young man's eyes as he slowly took the head in his mouth, sucking gently.
Orlando moaned at the contact and seemed to regain some of his self assuredness. "That's it; make me nice and hard, so I can really fuck you into the mattress." Viggo continued to suck and stroke Orlando's already rather impressive erection rhythmically until he knew from the sounds his lover was making that it was time to stop before it was too late.
Orlando whimpered when Viggo let go of his cock and moved his hands to pull down his jeans, but he was grateful Viggo knew him almost as good as he knew himself and had more self control. He quickly got rid of his t-shirt and watched as Viggo eagerly disposed of his clothes as well. As he watched Viggo crawl across the bed to grab the lube from the bedside table, he couldn't help but notice his lover had a nice arse for a man his age.
"So how do you want me?" Viggo asked patiently.
Orlando shrugged, so Viggo bent over the side of the bed, exposing his back side as he handed the lube to his lover. Grateful for the lack of hesitancy Viggo was displaying, Orlando crouched down behind him, opened the lube and spread some on his fingers, trying to warm it up before touching his lover. He heard Viggo moan quietly into his folded hands as he let his finger slide over the puckered hole, slowly teasing it.
"Oh god this is good Orlando, come on, stop teasing," Viggo hissed as Orlando's finger breached the muscle.
"You're tight." Orlando remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Yeah well, it's been a while for me, so be gentle," Viggo stated with a strained voice.
Orlando took his time, slowly feeling Viggo relax, but soon adding a second finger and then scissoring them. Without losing contact he added some more lube, making Viggo gasp. "God Orli, you of all people should know how cold that lube is!"
"Sorry, Vig." Orlando apologized, realizing he didn't sound very convincing. He soon shut his lover up by curling his fingers and touching Viggo's sweet spot though, making the older man buck and impale himself deeper onto Orlando's fingers.
"Fuck, that was good, do that again!" he pleaded. And Orlando obliged. "I'm ready, Gorgeous…god, I want you inside me…"
Orlando realized he was quite turned on by Viggo begging to be fucked and he opened the lube again to coat his now leaking member. He leaned over Viggo. "Are you sure you are ready for me, lover?"
Viggo nodded urgently. "More than ready. Want you now!"
Orlando removed his fingers and teasingly slowly pushed the head of his cock passed the well-lubed entrance. Despite the careful preparation, Viggo was still intensely tight, so Orlando gave him time to adjust to being filled.
Viggo stretched his arms out in front of him, burying his face into the bedcovers, eliciting an "Are you okay?" from his lover. As Viggo lifted his head, Orlando could see his strained face. "Yeah, just move already okay?" He felt Viggo push back, so Orlando slowly started pushing deeper, while he let his hands caress Viggo's sides, eventually letting his hands rest on his hips. Viggo was curving his back, urging Orlando on, so the young man started thrusting into his lover, making him moan with every thrust. "Oh yes….oh…good….damn this is…..good."
Orlando brushed his cheek against Viggo's shoulder and felt the older man move his hand down underneath them. He was trying to hold back, concentrating on not coming yet, although Viggo's incredibly tight heat was making it hard. This was almost as good as being on the receiving end and he knew Viggo knew this, so he followed Viggo's hand and helped his lover fist his rock hard cock.
"Are you close?" Orlando asked and Viggo at first just moaned in response, then started rambling as their joined hands sped up the movement along with Orlando's thrusts. "Wanna come…come with…me…babe…pleeeeeeeeeease."
Orlando could feel Viggo's body spasm underneath him and felt the white hot liquid splatter over their hands and the bedcovers. This made Viggo even tighter and Orlando felt his own orgasm overtake him as he continued to thrust through his release.
They were both panting hard, lying on top of each other on the bed. Orlando slid out of his lover as Viggo attempted to turn to kiss him. They both struggled to move up on the bed, laughing at their boneless attempts at getting a little more comfortable until Orlando was finally where he wanted to be, in Viggo's arms being kissed and cuddled.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" Viggo asked.
"Quite nice actually, for a change." Orlando smiled at Viggo with his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of their collective body heat.
"I wouldn't mind a repeat performance of this from time to time though," Viggo mused.
"I love you Viggo, but next time it's my turn to bottom again."
"Sure Gorgeous, what ever you want."
More to follow later I think :)