'Twas The Night Before Christmas, by willys_digs
I got an early Chrsitmas present. WHOOOOOOO! If I find the time I will finish the calendar this year as liriel1810 so smartly suggested, but I give no promises. I still love my boys, but there is a lot of fic dying to be written before end December. *g* willys_digs sent this to me yesterday completely making my day. I'm so happy to know people still remember and reread. Thanks sweetheart!
Series: Red Hot Gorgeous by jeyhawk
Title: ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
Author: willys_digs@livejournal.com
Rating: PG unless someone want to do it right, Hee hee,….
Pairing: VM/OB
Summary: Viggo finds his gift waiting for him when he starts his holidays while filming Eastern Promises in London.
Feedback: willys_digs@livejournal.com
Beta: none other than me
Dedication: To jeyhawk and other writers of slash
Thanks to: Vig and Orlando for tickling all of our kinky bones.
Warnings: AU, romance
Notes: I know this was supposed to be for 2005, but I couldn’t resist. I also know these two usually have a kinky way about them, but this is the first anything I’ve written since 1982, it’s just a silly attempt, not to be taken seriously, but just to salute the authors of all my favorite slash stories.
Thanks jeyhawk for RHG. Every Christmas I will ‘remember’ them with much adore.
‘Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a …..
The flat was quiet, quieter than anyone could have imagined. No music, no pans rattling in the kitchen, no dog barking, not even rain finding it’s way onto the window pane.
One could only wonder why a Christmas eve at the Bloom/Mortensen residence could be so … quiet.
“So I just want to say thank you to everyone for staying around so late so close to the holidays, everyone enjoy your time off,” David C. gave his group of friends and staff the customary holiday sendoff, complete with spirits and toasts, “and we shall see you in the New Year! Here’s to your health and happiness to you all! Cheers!”
Wine goblets and cheers chimed through the set as everyone contemplated the busy holidays ahead.
As much as Viggo enjoyed his time with friends and collegues the only thing he wanted was to get home to Orli’s like he promised and enjoy the rest of his day with his companion.
He knew Orlando’s plane was due in any minute, and wanted to get home to make sure everything was just right.
Finding his way to his vehicle was a little more difficult than he imagined, finding the pile of presents in his dressing room, was just the first challenge of the evening, having arms of everyone wanting Christmas hugs and kisses was the other test of patience for him.
Wishing he could snap into character and just throw people aside was definitely not an option, but if they knew what he was waiting for, they would think twice before getting in the way of a ‘desperate’ man.
A room only lit by a street light outside, red satin sheets on an imaculate four-poster bed, a naked, lithe body simmering in olive-toned fragrant body oil. Red velvet ribbon layed haphazarldly on and around the erotic form. An arm spread to the side, ever so gently floating across the surface, trying to find some friction, to no avail.
A soft sigh disturbs the quiet, a sigh that just shows the ache of partners long separated, and longing to find that bond again.
The black SUV finds it’s way to the parking spot by the apartment building. Viggo looks up toward the windows looking for signs of life. ‘No car, so no Orli, yet,’ Viggo thinks to himself, finding his mobile, he looks for any messages he may have missed for an airport pickup. ‘Nothing….’
“Well, best get in there, he’s probably on his way,” Viggo murmurs to himself. Grabbing packages and bags he finds his way to the front entrance and makes his way in.
The lift carries him up, ‘thank goodness, with all this crap I’ve got to bring up!’ and brings him practically to the front door of Orli’s flat.
Working in London on his new movie was just the perfect convenience as Orlando kept his flat for his frequet trips back to the UK. He thought he might let it go, but wanted to keep his roots in England, while he lived quite happily with Viggo in the states. Both of them frequent flyers, found it handy to have some personal space to themselved when they found themselve travelling afar.
The arms stops moving, eyes search the darkness for more sound coming from the front entrance. A small grin forms on an equisite face as the naked form finds the desire to do a flourished stretch. His hands find themselves fisted into the decadent satin duvet.
The naked soul takes one last look at himself, happy that this is what he can offer his lover for their first night together in more than a month.
Viggo finds his way through the entrance of the flat. Bags ever so slowly finding there own way out of Viggo’s arms. He looks left to right trying to decide the best place to drop the treasures, deciding maybe a detour down the couple steps to the Christmas tree in the living area the best idea.
Grumbling while trying to adjust the bags to keep them from falling, he lightly trips over the edge of the throw rug near the coffee table and curses lightly, glad he didn’t find himself sprawled on the carpet under the tree himself.
Finding a spot, he carefully sets the packages and giftbags near the tree and finds a lamp to turn on, on his way to the kitchen.
Everything looked perfect, spending last night preparing the table for Orlando’s arrival, he surveys the area to decide what his next move will be.
He checks his watch, ‘9:10pm’, the fridge door is opened, salad, pasta and devilled eggs. He didn’t want to do too much, knowing Orlando would probably eat on the plane, and him with the holiday party at the set, but something light was in order incase they needed a quick meal.
Setting the food on the table, anxious to see his loverboy again.
A small, ‘eehh eehmm’ cough brings him to attention… “What?” Viggo’s hearing gives him warning. Straightening, he listens carefully for another sound.
‘Nothing,’ shaking his head and redirects his attention back to the scene at hand.
“Well, I better go get myself ready,” he whispers to himself and off he trudges to his room to change.
Footfalls from the hallway, bring another enchanted smile to the enticing man on the bed. His heart was racing from the time the front door opened, but now he was finding his breath racing the wind outside in anticipation of his reunion with his beloved.
A hand reaches the door, searching the inside wall for the light switch, as the door is pushed a little more open for entry in the bedroom.
Orlando’s eyes focus on the entrance of the room, his lover’s scent billowing through the door tells him it time to find his lover’s reaction to his unannounced early arrival.
The door touches his shoulder, the light ignites the room in the soft glow, the bed and it’s occupant being the first thing he sees as he enters the threshold of the room.
Eyes find each other, the grin on the young man’s face flourishes into a beaming smile, a hand moves up from hip to shoulder painfully slow to entice a reaction from his older lover. ‘Time for him to collect his present,’ Orli thinks as he sees Viggo’s eyes piercing the space between them.
“Well what’s this?” Viggo questions actually unable to get his feet moving, surprising even himself that he hasn’t already claimed his imaculate gift spread out on his bed.
“Are you here to save me, some burly mobsters came and forced me to this place and I couldn’t fight them…. “ Orli’s mischeivious grin reappeared waiting for Viggo to click into character.
Viggo finally found his feet, but instead of making his way to the bed, keeping eye contact with Orlando he found his way to the dresser and fished for his camera in the top drawer. Giving it a quick glance, looking to make sure it had film, he lifted it toward his lover on the bed and found his character ready for a bit of play.
“I must say, that my ‘boys’ delivered tonight. Last time I asked for a ‘boytoy’ for Christmas, it was inflatable with a bicycle pump.” Viggo teased waiting for Orli’s pout to appear.
Orlando knew getting to Viggo was through his body, so after spreading his arms out, waiting for the camera to click, he ever so slowly lifted his hips from the bed and the softess moan escaped from his lips. The soft velvet ribbon he had draped over his body moved with his motions, and he knew that poor Viggo would be drooling in no time.
Seeing Viggo at his side, camera ready for action, he used his charm in an extended wink so he was sure that his lover would be able to capture it on film.
“Please, Mr. Mob Man, I need…” Orlando breathed waiting for his lover’s touch.
Viggo lowered the camera to the nighttable, noticing a collection of body lotions/oils and lube ready for use.
His eyes found their way to Orli’s again, and he sent a smile his way, acknowledging his lover’s anxiousness to get started.
“The only begging and pleading from you tonight will be for mercy,” Viggo lightly snapped, finding Orlando’s eyes back to his stare.
Orlando used his own hands to caress himself as lightly as possible from his upper torso, moving as slowly as he could to the lower regions of his body.
Viggo found the hem to his shirt and simply lifted it over his head, not bothering with the buttons and re-establishing his stare to his lover’s eyes.
“Remove your hands from your body!” Viggo ordered noticing the hesitation in Orli’s movements. “No touching yourself, unless I say you may do so…”
Orlando lifted his hands and his head, trying to see Viggo through the daze of euphoria. “But..”
“Quiet,” Viggo gave his belt a tug and opened the front of his pants. Never taking his eyes off of Orlando he removed his pants and underware, showing Orlando the excitement of their reunion to him as well.
Vig moved towards the bed watching Orlando’s eyes lower to half way closed, his body shivering with anticipation, waiting for his lover to claim him.
When Orlando figured Viggo was ready to mount the bed, he whimpered when Viggo moved like predator stalking prey, around the perimeter of the bed, just watching every shiver, twitch and muscle movement his poor lover was suffering there.
“How long have you been waiting for me?” Viggo questioned quietly.
“Since this afternoon, managed to swap my ticket, supposedly someone needed my seat on the flight I was supposed to go on and they offered me an earlier flight, just made it too, didn’t think..” Viggo’s hand found his soft flesh just below his belly button, his fingertips just skimming his needy skin.
Viggo smirked, knowing lover was sooo wound up would be his ticket to ride tonight. A little chuckle left his lips, briefly taking Orli’s attention away from his caress.
“What’s so funny Vig?”
“Nothing, just wished I was here to snuggle with you earlier.” Viggo confessed.
Orli moved his head to the side, lifted his hips again, just enough to try and find more friction from Viggo’s fingers.
“I want you Viggo,” Orlando claimed.
“Oh, you’ll have me Orlando, just I’m going to have you first…” Viggo spoke quietly, but firmly watching his beloved sink lower into a state of full bliss, and he knew Orli was strung tight, not even having touched him anywhere other than his tummy.
Viggo rose to his knees, finding Orlando wrists with his hands and pressing them to the bed as he found himself a spot between Orlando’s thighs. “My beautiful, most favorite present I could have ever ask for,” Viggo watched Orlando waiting for his lover to collect himself and come back to him……
(I’ll leave the rest to people who actually know how to write a decent slash fiction story!)
Big hugs
Willys_digs& livejournal.com
Merry Christmas to all of you!!!!
Series: Red Hot Gorgeous by jeyhawk
Title: ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
Author: willys_digs@livejournal.com
Rating: PG unless someone want to do it right, Hee hee,….
Pairing: VM/OB
Summary: Viggo finds his gift waiting for him when he starts his holidays while filming Eastern Promises in London.
Feedback: willys_digs@livejournal.com
Beta: none other than me
Dedication: To jeyhawk and other writers of slash
Thanks to: Vig and Orlando for tickling all of our kinky bones.
Warnings: AU, romance
Notes: I know this was supposed to be for 2005, but I couldn’t resist. I also know these two usually have a kinky way about them, but this is the first anything I’ve written since 1982, it’s just a silly attempt, not to be taken seriously, but just to salute the authors of all my favorite slash stories.
Thanks jeyhawk for RHG. Every Christmas I will ‘remember’ them with much adore.
‘Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a …..
The flat was quiet, quieter than anyone could have imagined. No music, no pans rattling in the kitchen, no dog barking, not even rain finding it’s way onto the window pane.
One could only wonder why a Christmas eve at the Bloom/Mortensen residence could be so … quiet.
“So I just want to say thank you to everyone for staying around so late so close to the holidays, everyone enjoy your time off,” David C. gave his group of friends and staff the customary holiday sendoff, complete with spirits and toasts, “and we shall see you in the New Year! Here’s to your health and happiness to you all! Cheers!”
Wine goblets and cheers chimed through the set as everyone contemplated the busy holidays ahead.
As much as Viggo enjoyed his time with friends and collegues the only thing he wanted was to get home to Orli’s like he promised and enjoy the rest of his day with his companion.
He knew Orlando’s plane was due in any minute, and wanted to get home to make sure everything was just right.
Finding his way to his vehicle was a little more difficult than he imagined, finding the pile of presents in his dressing room, was just the first challenge of the evening, having arms of everyone wanting Christmas hugs and kisses was the other test of patience for him.
Wishing he could snap into character and just throw people aside was definitely not an option, but if they knew what he was waiting for, they would think twice before getting in the way of a ‘desperate’ man.
A room only lit by a street light outside, red satin sheets on an imaculate four-poster bed, a naked, lithe body simmering in olive-toned fragrant body oil. Red velvet ribbon layed haphazarldly on and around the erotic form. An arm spread to the side, ever so gently floating across the surface, trying to find some friction, to no avail.
A soft sigh disturbs the quiet, a sigh that just shows the ache of partners long separated, and longing to find that bond again.
The black SUV finds it’s way to the parking spot by the apartment building. Viggo looks up toward the windows looking for signs of life. ‘No car, so no Orli, yet,’ Viggo thinks to himself, finding his mobile, he looks for any messages he may have missed for an airport pickup. ‘Nothing….’
“Well, best get in there, he’s probably on his way,” Viggo murmurs to himself. Grabbing packages and bags he finds his way to the front entrance and makes his way in.
The lift carries him up, ‘thank goodness, with all this crap I’ve got to bring up!’ and brings him practically to the front door of Orli’s flat.
Working in London on his new movie was just the perfect convenience as Orlando kept his flat for his frequet trips back to the UK. He thought he might let it go, but wanted to keep his roots in England, while he lived quite happily with Viggo in the states. Both of them frequent flyers, found it handy to have some personal space to themselved when they found themselve travelling afar.
The arms stops moving, eyes search the darkness for more sound coming from the front entrance. A small grin forms on an equisite face as the naked form finds the desire to do a flourished stretch. His hands find themselves fisted into the decadent satin duvet.
The naked soul takes one last look at himself, happy that this is what he can offer his lover for their first night together in more than a month.
Viggo finds his way through the entrance of the flat. Bags ever so slowly finding there own way out of Viggo’s arms. He looks left to right trying to decide the best place to drop the treasures, deciding maybe a detour down the couple steps to the Christmas tree in the living area the best idea.
Grumbling while trying to adjust the bags to keep them from falling, he lightly trips over the edge of the throw rug near the coffee table and curses lightly, glad he didn’t find himself sprawled on the carpet under the tree himself.
Finding a spot, he carefully sets the packages and giftbags near the tree and finds a lamp to turn on, on his way to the kitchen.
Everything looked perfect, spending last night preparing the table for Orlando’s arrival, he surveys the area to decide what his next move will be.
He checks his watch, ‘9:10pm’, the fridge door is opened, salad, pasta and devilled eggs. He didn’t want to do too much, knowing Orlando would probably eat on the plane, and him with the holiday party at the set, but something light was in order incase they needed a quick meal.
Setting the food on the table, anxious to see his loverboy again.
A small, ‘eehh eehmm’ cough brings him to attention… “What?” Viggo’s hearing gives him warning. Straightening, he listens carefully for another sound.
‘Nothing,’ shaking his head and redirects his attention back to the scene at hand.
“Well, I better go get myself ready,” he whispers to himself and off he trudges to his room to change.
Footfalls from the hallway, bring another enchanted smile to the enticing man on the bed. His heart was racing from the time the front door opened, but now he was finding his breath racing the wind outside in anticipation of his reunion with his beloved.
A hand reaches the door, searching the inside wall for the light switch, as the door is pushed a little more open for entry in the bedroom.
Orlando’s eyes focus on the entrance of the room, his lover’s scent billowing through the door tells him it time to find his lover’s reaction to his unannounced early arrival.
The door touches his shoulder, the light ignites the room in the soft glow, the bed and it’s occupant being the first thing he sees as he enters the threshold of the room.
Eyes find each other, the grin on the young man’s face flourishes into a beaming smile, a hand moves up from hip to shoulder painfully slow to entice a reaction from his older lover. ‘Time for him to collect his present,’ Orli thinks as he sees Viggo’s eyes piercing the space between them.
“Well what’s this?” Viggo questions actually unable to get his feet moving, surprising even himself that he hasn’t already claimed his imaculate gift spread out on his bed.
“Are you here to save me, some burly mobsters came and forced me to this place and I couldn’t fight them…. “ Orli’s mischeivious grin reappeared waiting for Viggo to click into character.
Viggo finally found his feet, but instead of making his way to the bed, keeping eye contact with Orlando he found his way to the dresser and fished for his camera in the top drawer. Giving it a quick glance, looking to make sure it had film, he lifted it toward his lover on the bed and found his character ready for a bit of play.
“I must say, that my ‘boys’ delivered tonight. Last time I asked for a ‘boytoy’ for Christmas, it was inflatable with a bicycle pump.” Viggo teased waiting for Orli’s pout to appear.
Orlando knew getting to Viggo was through his body, so after spreading his arms out, waiting for the camera to click, he ever so slowly lifted his hips from the bed and the softess moan escaped from his lips. The soft velvet ribbon he had draped over his body moved with his motions, and he knew that poor Viggo would be drooling in no time.
Seeing Viggo at his side, camera ready for action, he used his charm in an extended wink so he was sure that his lover would be able to capture it on film.
“Please, Mr. Mob Man, I need…” Orlando breathed waiting for his lover’s touch.
Viggo lowered the camera to the nighttable, noticing a collection of body lotions/oils and lube ready for use.
His eyes found their way to Orli’s again, and he sent a smile his way, acknowledging his lover’s anxiousness to get started.
“The only begging and pleading from you tonight will be for mercy,” Viggo lightly snapped, finding Orlando’s eyes back to his stare.
Orlando used his own hands to caress himself as lightly as possible from his upper torso, moving as slowly as he could to the lower regions of his body.
Viggo found the hem to his shirt and simply lifted it over his head, not bothering with the buttons and re-establishing his stare to his lover’s eyes.
“Remove your hands from your body!” Viggo ordered noticing the hesitation in Orli’s movements. “No touching yourself, unless I say you may do so…”
Orlando lifted his hands and his head, trying to see Viggo through the daze of euphoria. “But..”
“Quiet,” Viggo gave his belt a tug and opened the front of his pants. Never taking his eyes off of Orlando he removed his pants and underware, showing Orlando the excitement of their reunion to him as well.
Vig moved towards the bed watching Orlando’s eyes lower to half way closed, his body shivering with anticipation, waiting for his lover to claim him.
When Orlando figured Viggo was ready to mount the bed, he whimpered when Viggo moved like predator stalking prey, around the perimeter of the bed, just watching every shiver, twitch and muscle movement his poor lover was suffering there.
“How long have you been waiting for me?” Viggo questioned quietly.
“Since this afternoon, managed to swap my ticket, supposedly someone needed my seat on the flight I was supposed to go on and they offered me an earlier flight, just made it too, didn’t think..” Viggo’s hand found his soft flesh just below his belly button, his fingertips just skimming his needy skin.
Viggo smirked, knowing lover was sooo wound up would be his ticket to ride tonight. A little chuckle left his lips, briefly taking Orli’s attention away from his caress.
“What’s so funny Vig?”
“Nothing, just wished I was here to snuggle with you earlier.” Viggo confessed.
Orli moved his head to the side, lifted his hips again, just enough to try and find more friction from Viggo’s fingers.
“I want you Viggo,” Orlando claimed.
“Oh, you’ll have me Orlando, just I’m going to have you first…” Viggo spoke quietly, but firmly watching his beloved sink lower into a state of full bliss, and he knew Orli was strung tight, not even having touched him anywhere other than his tummy.
Viggo rose to his knees, finding Orlando wrists with his hands and pressing them to the bed as he found himself a spot between Orlando’s thighs. “My beautiful, most favorite present I could have ever ask for,” Viggo watched Orlando waiting for his lover to collect himself and come back to him……
(I’ll leave the rest to people who actually know how to write a decent slash fiction story!)
Big hugs
Willys_digs& livejournal.com
Merry Christmas to all of you!!!!