the same old story, ob/vm, mild
the same old story.
by me.
rated mild.
involving viggo and orlando.
150 words.
"I feel like we've done this a thousand times," Orlando is squinting at Viggo from his walkway. He looks outwardly amazing; he's tan, his teeth are white and skin flawless. But his shoulders hunch slightly, like he's holding something heavy in front of him.
Viggo rubs his chin thoughtfully for a moment and breaths in, eyebrows rising, then pausing. His lips pout out briefly and he shrugs.
"You've never been here before," he gestures to his open screen door behind him.
"Yes, but." Orlando doesn't finish. He takes a step up onto the concrete slab of Viggo's porch and leans on a support column wrapped in asbestos shingle. A small sigh eases out from between his lips. He looks impossibly beautiful.
Viggo suddenly Gets It.
"Would you like a drink?" He reaches blindly back and snags the handle of the door.
"Please," Orlando nods and leans away from the pole.
by me.
rated mild.
involving viggo and orlando.
150 words.
"I feel like we've done this a thousand times," Orlando is squinting at Viggo from his walkway. He looks outwardly amazing; he's tan, his teeth are white and skin flawless. But his shoulders hunch slightly, like he's holding something heavy in front of him.
Viggo rubs his chin thoughtfully for a moment and breaths in, eyebrows rising, then pausing. His lips pout out briefly and he shrugs.
"You've never been here before," he gestures to his open screen door behind him.
"Yes, but." Orlando doesn't finish. He takes a step up onto the concrete slab of Viggo's porch and leans on a support column wrapped in asbestos shingle. A small sigh eases out from between his lips. He looks impossibly beautiful.
Viggo suddenly Gets It.
"Would you like a drink?" He reaches blindly back and snags the handle of the door.
"Please," Orlando nods and leans away from the pole.