Confessions - Part 18
Title: Confessions
Written by: viggorlibean3 & okinay AKA Gayla & Gwen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul
Warning: No disrespect intended to the clergy
Note: Co-writing exercise fueled by prompt ‘hands and knees’
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Confessions - Chapter 18
"I think this calls for another celebration," Orlando said before brushing his lips against Viggo's. "Finish running the bath while I go get some wine."
"Will do," Viggo said as their fingers slid apart slowly and he watched Orlando disappear around the corner. He could only hope that it would be as easy as Ian made it seem.
“What did want to be when you were a kid?” Viggo whispered into the wet whorl of Orlando’s ear as they sat soaking in the tub together. The steam rising from the water created a gray mist that swirled around them, giving the area an otherworldly feel. Droplets of perspiration gathered at Orlando’s temple before winding down around the shell of his ear, leaving behind a moist trail as they slid down the long expanse of neck. Viggo had lost count the number of times he had captured those droplets with his lips before they slid away. He took a drink of his wine before setting it on the wide ledge behind him and twining his fingers with Orlando’s that were resting on the tub’s side.
“Believe it or not, I wanted to be a scientist.” Orlando chuckled, remembering the adventurous youth he once was. “I was completely fascinated by all growing things. I used to drive my Mum crazy by dragging in all sorts of leaves, twigs, not to mention the assorted insects I’d find outside so I could view them with my genuine National Geographic microscope. She finally put a stop to it when she found some not-so-dead bugs in her laundry room one day. I can still hear her voice screaming at me. ‘Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom! My laundry room is not your personal laboratory! Now get these… bugs out of here!’” he recounted in a high falsetto voice. “I almost told her they were insects, not bugs, but the look she was giving me at the time made me think twice about it.”
Viggo laughed along with Orlando. He could imagine the wide-eyed little boy that grew up to be the man he was in love with. “You know, until now, I never knew your whole name. ‘Orlando Bloom’ was all that we included in the church’s directory. Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom,” Viggo repeated, enjoying the way it rolled off his tongue. “Quite a mouthful.”
Orlando’s body flushed with arousal as his mind slid right into the gutter thanks to Viggo’s comment. He fought the urge to turn in the man’s arms and claim the lips that had been subtly teasing his neck and shoulders since they had slid into the steaming water. There would be time enough for that later. Right now he was enjoying the relaxed atmosphere as they learned more about each other.
“So what changed?” Viggo inquired, leaning forward a bit to nibble the side of Orlando’s neck. “Why aren’t you out there making new discoveries?”
“Well, that was when I was ten. When I was twelve I discovered model rockets, at fourteen, it was motorbikes, at sixteen, it was the boy down the street.”
Viggo ran the soft washcloth over Orlando’s chest, watching the bubbles it left behind. “Interesting range of hobbies you had, Angel.”
A slick shoulder shrugged. “My parents were big believers in us broadening our horizons. What about when you were a boy?” Orlando leaned his head back so he could look at his lover. “What did you want to be?”
“Well, I don’t remember having anything in mind other than wanting to be a cowboy, especially when my family visited relatives in Argentina. Other than that, I read a lot and when I got a little older, all I wanted to do was draw. A lot of good that did me.” Viggo took a deep breath then shrugged off the melancholy feeling that was creeping in.
“Have you ever tried to draw again? I mean, after you entered the priesthood?” Orlando could sense the change in his lover’s demeanor but felt this was an important topic. “Surely you’ve been able to use your artistic talents, somehow.”
The cloth moved slowly back and forth over Orlando’s skin. “No, actually every time I attempted put pencil to paper, the inspiration just wasn’t there.” Until now, Viggo thought to himself.
“I’m sorry, Viggo.” Orlando pulled their clasped hands up to his mouth, kissing each of Viggo’s fingers softly. “To give up something that had been special to you… I can’t even fathom the concept. Even after my mother scolded me time and time again for bringing who knows how many things into the house, not once did she try to dissuade me from that particular phase of my life.”
“Did one of those things happen to be the boy down the street?” Viggo asked, curious about all aspects of his lover’s childhood.
“I didn’t say anything happened with him, just that I had noticed him,” Orlando said with a fond smile. “Brent was three years older than I was and even though I had spent many nights at his house since his younger brother and I were friends, I never thought about him in a sexual way. It was only when he came back home from his first year of college that I noticed him. Of course, it was kind of hard not to notice the shirtless guy with a killer body mowing his front lawn.”
“So, was he the one that got away?”
Orlando shook his head, soggy strands of hair brushing his shoulders. “No, he had a girlfriend,” Orlando answered with a chuckle. “However, he did make an appearance in several of my dreams that summer.”
“Lucky guy,” Viggo mumbled. “Okay, next question: where did you go to college and what did you study?”
“I graduated from Stanford University with a degree in business. I worked part-time at one of the hotels near the campus and decided that’s what I wanted to do after I graduated. I managed to get on with a national chain about a year after I graduated and transferred to the East Coast, which is how I ended up here,” he recounted.
Viggo pressed his lips to the smooth skin of Orlando’s shoulder. “Lucky me.”
“And me, as well, seeing as how this is where our paths crossed. Now, my turn. Favorite childhood memory?”
“Horseback riding in Argentina,” Viggo answered immediately. “The freedom I felt while racing across the fields was something I have never forgotten. I think if I hadn’t have entered the priesthood, I would probably be working on a ranch somewhere.”
Orlando closed his eyes, conjuring up an image of Viggo wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hugged him in all the right places, a pair of cowboy boots, and a hat. No shirt because he would have removed it while working in the barn, probably mucking out stalls or something. He felt his cock twitch beneath the water as the scene changed, his mind adding himself to the equation. Orlando had Viggo pinned against the barn door, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of love bites down Viggo’s neck and torso, his tongue snaking out to lick the salty-sweaty skin. With a few deft movement, the button and zipper of Viggo’s jeans were open, the thick column of flesh springing forward, begging for attention.
Over Orlando’s shoulder, Viggo watched as his lover’s body came to life, his own stirring in response.
“Care to share your thoughts, Angel?” Viggo asked as he slid his hand beneath the water and lightly caressed the silky-smooth shaft, smiling when Orlando lifted his hips, seeking his touch.
“I’m thinking that if the bed and breakfast thing doesn’t pan out, we need to start considering the ranchers angle, because Jesus fuck, Vig… the image of you I have in my head is one that I would love to see come to life.” Orlando turned his head and pressed his lips against the damp skin of Viggo’s neck. It was a moment before he realized that Viggo wasn’t responding and he sat up and turned to look at Viggo properly.
He had seen that stunned look on Viggo’s face once before, when he had fucked things up between them during their first meeting with his insensitive words. And now he had just done it again.
He rushed to apologize. “Vig? Love? Shit, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have said…”
Viggo’s lips on his halted the hasty explanation. “No, it’s not that,” he said quietly. “I don’t want you to censure yourself when we’re together. It’s part of who you are. I was just wondering what you were imagining that made you so hard,” he said as he continued to caress Orlando’s cock.
Orlando breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he had not messed things up again. “I love you,” he said before claiming another kiss. “As for what caused this,” he placed his hand over Viggo’s and squeezed gently, “all I’m going to say is you, me, a barn, and sex. If I said any more, I’d probably come all over you.”
Viggo gently removed their hands from Orlando’s flesh. “Can’t have that,” he said before turning the man in his arms so they were back to front again, his hands settling on Orlando’s stomach. “At least not yet.”
Orlando wiggled against Viggo, trying to find the perfect spot again. “This is nice,” he said as he finally settled himself. “I hope our next place has a tub this big.”
“And a shower big enough for the both of us, as well,” Viggo added.
“And a big bed.”
“How about a medium-sized bed? That way you can’t go far.”
Orlando’s fingers danced up and down Viggo’s arms. “But think of all the room we’d have to roll around on.”
“Good point,” Viggo said as he tightened his hold just a fraction.
Orlando rested his head back against Viggo’s shoulder. “Vig?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you nervous about starting over?” Orlando whispered.
Viggo pressed a kiss to Orlando’s cheek and nodded, his lips brushing lightly against the soft skin. “Yes and no. Yes, because we don’t know where we’re going or what we’ll do when we get there. And no, because I’ll have you by my side.”
Orlando turned his head and caught Viggo’s lips in a brief kiss. His heart overflowed with joy at Viggo’s words, his acknowledgement of the confidence he felt in them as a couple. He had no idea what he did to deserve this man, but vowed to do whatever it took to keep him by his side.
“Good, I thought it was just me who was nervous,” he said as he snuggled back against Viggo once again.
Viggo’s quiet chuckle vibrated against Orlando’s back. “No, Angel, you’re not alone with your feelings. I’m right there with you.”
Silence settled around the two men, each lost in their own thoughts regarding their future. Long minutes passed as they offered silent support to the other through gentle touches. Viggo felt the overwhelming need to be connected to Orlando in the most intimate way possible, reaffirming their commitment to each other.
“Angel?”
“Yes, Love?”
Viggo pressed his lips to Orlando’s shoulder, his voice quiet. “Will you make love to me tonight?”
“Mmm, sounds wonderful. I could use some slow loving after the quickie in front of the mirror earlier,” Orlando said with a grin as he relaxed even more in the circle of Viggo’s arms.
“That one was interesting, but I think you misunderstood what I said. I want you to make love to me, not the other way around.” Viggo’s lips skated back and forth over the smooth skin. He knew it was a big step to take, but he trusted Orlando, knew that his lover would take his time with this, just has he had done so with every other step they had taken together.
Orlando’s body tensed, making Viggo wonder if he had overstepped some invisible boundary. He hoped he hadn’t presumed too much. They hadn’t really talked about Orlando’s preferences, if the younger man enjoyed both sides of the sexual act, giving and receiving. “I mean… uh… if that’s okay. I know we haven’t…”
Orlando turned in Viggo’s embrace and straddled the man’s lap before claiming a kiss that had both of their head’s spinning. Finally, he leaned back, holding Viggo’s face between his two hands as he searched the older man’s eyes. “Are you sure?”
Viggo nodded. “I’ll admit I’m a bit nervous, but yes, I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me. That is, if you do that. Top, I mean.”
“I do. I’m an equal opportunity shag,” Orlando said with a grin.
“That’s good to know.” Viggo slid his hands from Orlando’s waist and threaded his fingers into the damp hair, before attempting to pull the young man’s mouth back to his. He was surprised that Orlando halted the movement.
“I’m thinking we might be a bit more comfortable in the bed, don’t you?” he asked as he rose from Viggo’s lap, standing in the knee-deep water.
Viggo’s eyes followed the rivulets of water sliding down the lithe body in front of him, wanting to chase and capture every one of them. Orlando must have read his thoughts because his lover grinned at him and shook his head before offering Viggo a hand, pulling him to his feet.
“Patience,” Orlando teased as they stepped from the tub.
Reaching for a towel, Orlando whispered to Viggo that he wanted to do this right, and that included taking care of his lover the rest of the evening.
“Let me love you, yeah?”
Nodding his assent, Viggo found himself lost in the depths of bottomless brown eyes.
”Whatever you want tonight, I’m yours, completely.”
Orlando used the towel to touch and caress Viggo’s entire body. He paused every so often to press soft, lingering kisses to Viggo’s still-damp skin, sucking softly at the back of a knee here, a hip bone there, and judging by the quiet moans coming from his lover, Orlando knew Viggo was enjoying the sensual foreplay.
Viggo felt his knees start to wobble so he reached down and cupped Orlando’s chin, stopping any further movement. His breath caught in his throat when he looked down at the man kneeling at his feet and knew at that moment the bond they’d formed after such a short time would never be broken.
“Oh, Orlando, what you do to me.” Viggo’s words were barely audible, yet Orlando heard them as if they’d been whispered directly into his ear.
Orlando stood and held out his hand. “Are you ready, my love?”
Viggo joined their fingers together, bringing both hands up to kiss Orlando’s knuckles, “I’m more than ready,” before leaning forward to brush his lips against Orlando’s. “Why don’t you show me what I’ve been missing?”
= = =
Moaning deeply, Viggo could feel every fiber in his body tingling. His toes curled in anticipation of the next place Orlando’s lips would touch, taste and tempt.
“Please, Angel.”
“Please what?” Orlando’s lips curved up in a mischievous smile before dipping down to suck on the arch of Viggo’s right foot. “Surely you don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“Nooo…no no noooo.” Viggo propped himself up onto his elbows so he could watch his lover. “I… please keep going.”
“That’s what I thought.” Orlando reached over and pushed on Viggo’s chest, causing the older man to flop back onto the bed. “Now lay back, close your eyes and relax. Just feel.”
Viggo closed his eyes and focused on the point of his body where Orlando’s lips were sliding. He could feel the softness of lips, the slippery wetness of tongue followed by nipping of teeth. Viggo’s voice caught in his throat when Orlando moved from the right foot to his left foot and felt his toes suddenly surrounded by wet heat. Viggo’s body responded favorably to the friction between Orlando’s tongue and teeth, not to mention the suction. His erection went from interested to rock-hard-standing-at-attention in two seconds flat, with a steady pool of pre-come leaking from the tip and sliding down the shaft. His brain was short-circuiting to the point where he knew his babbling wasn’t making any sense.
“Oh, Orlando… that feels like… do you know what that feels like?”
Orlando grinned around the prize in his mouth. He knew exactly what this was doing to Viggo, knew what it felt like to have your toes sucked on. One look in his lover’s eyes and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He wanted Viggo to relax and getting him to come would be a good start.
He eventually took pity on his lover and let the digits slip from his mouth. Keeping the foot in his hands, Orlando massaged and caressed it, paying particular attention to the area that was injured the evening before.
"Looks like this is healing nicely," Orlando quietly added before kissing the area softly before gently setting the injured foot back on the bed.
“My doctor has a great bedside manner,” Viggo offered. “Even though he can be a bit of a tease at times. As much as I’m enjoying this wonderful torture, I don't want to come until you're inside of me, and if you keep this up, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
"Fuck, Vig, are you trying to kill me?"
Viggo chuckled. "No, I thought that's what you were doing… driving me clean out of my mind. I would probably end up wandering around like the village idiot, babbling to the chickens."
"That would make two of us." Orlando chuckled. "Seriously, though. We need to make sure that your body is loosened up properly to accept me inside you. I don't want to hurt you, Love. I think it would be easier on you if you were on your knees, though; wouldn't hurt nearly as much."
“No,” Viggo said adamantly. “I want to see you, hold you close while you make love to me.”
Orlando took a deep breath, knowing that he wanted the same thing as Viggo but was still nervous as hell about hurting him. "Okay," Orlando smiled. "But, you have to talk to me. If something doesn't feel right, or if it hurts you, you tell me immediately. Understood?"
“I promise,” Viggo answered with a quick nod. Taking a deep breath, he lay back on the bed, anticipation coursing through him at the thought of taking this next step in their relationship.
Orlando's fingers shook as he reached over and plucked a condom and the bottle of lube from the bedside table. "I don't know why I'm so nervous," Orlando started to laugh until he took in the sight of his lover lying there, love and trust shining from his eyes. He could do this... he needed to do this right since there would only be one first time for Viggo.
“Have you ever been nervous before?” Viggo asked, hoping that talking would help take some of the pressure off of Orlando.
“Not in a long while,” Orlando admitted as he slid his hands down Viggo’s legs, catching them at the knees and bending them so that Viggo’s feet were flat on the bed, opening his lover to him. He pressed his lips against the inside of Viggo’s right knee as he popped the top off the lube and squeezed some into the palm of his hand. Orlando moved closer, wanting to assure Viggo in case he started feeling uncomfortable. He knew it was a vulnerable position to be in, had felt that way on more than one occasion, but knew it was necessary if they were going to continue. Brown eyes made contact with blue and after a reassuring nod from his lover, Orlando extended his fingertip to rub against the furled opening of Viggo's body.
Even knowing that Orlando was about to touch him, Viggo’s breath caught in his throat at the intimate touch.
“Just my finger, Love,” he said as he caressed the crinkled skin in slow circles, his touch starting out light and teasing, then adding a bit of pressure, hoping to relax the tight ring of muscle guarding Viggo’s passage.
Viggo nodded, making a conscious effort to relax. He had done this to Orlando several times over the last twenty-four hours and knew that it was necessary for them to do what Viggo had requested. It was long moments before his body accepted the intimate touch, his hips shifting ever so slightly, a silent plea for more.
Not wanting to startle Viggo with any sudden movement, Orlando slowly moved forward and caressed Viggo’s stomach. “That’s it, babe,” he praised quietly. “Relax and let me inside… get you ready so I can love you completely.”
The hand on Viggo’s stomach moved down, causing him to moan when long fingers circled his shaft and began to stroke him slowly. He knew that Orlando was trying to take his mind off of what else he was doing, but Viggo wanted to experience every sensation of it, no matter how great or small. He placed his hand over Orlando’s, halting the movement.
Worried eyes looked up the body stretched out before him. “Vig?”
“I’m fine,” he assured his lover. “I want to feel you preparing me, feel your fingers as they slide into me.”
“Your wish is my command.” Orlando pressed against the ring once more, feeling it slowly give way, allowing Orlando to touch a part of Viggo that no other had touched before. He held his emotions in check, not wanting to cry all over his lover and ruin the moment.
Viggo’s mouth opened with a silent “oh” as he was penetrated for the very first time. Granted, it was only Orlando’s finger, but that one finger would eventually turn into two, then three, preparing him for what he had asked for.
Seeing the wonder on Viggo’s face, Orlando slid his finger deeper before retreating, a slow and steady movement that had Viggo pressing down, seeking more. Orlando carefully withdrew his fingers and added more lube.
“Think you’re ready for two this time?”
“Yes,” Viggo said as he braced himself for two fingers. He felt one finger slide into him a few times before the second one was added. He felt a slight burn, even though Orlando’s fingers were slick. His body flinched when the invading digits began to move.
Orlando caught the wince and stopped. “Love? What is it?”
Viggo was loath to admit that it burned, but had promised Orlando to tell him if he felt any discomfort. “Stings a bit.”
“Want me to stop?” Orlando asked, not wanting to cause his lover any additional pain.
“No,” Viggo said as he took a deep breath, hoping that the pain would lessen. “I want to do this. I want to feel you moving inside of me.”
Orlando chuckled. “If you haven’t noticed, I am inside of you. Though the moving part has been put on hold for the time being.”
“You know what I mean. Keep going.”
“One more flinch and we’re stopping, okay? And don’t even try to hide it. I’ll know if you do,” Orlando said as he slowly picked up the back and forth motion, his eyes never leaving Viggo’s face.
Viggo nodded and focused on working through the pain. It was still there, though not as predominant as it was earlier. His body slowly accepted Orlando’s touch, the burning feeling slowly fading.
Seeing no signs of pain on Viggo’s features, Orlando continued to stroke the walls of Viggo’s passage. Wanting to give his lover pleasure to erase the brief pain he had felt, Orlando slid his fingers over Viggo’s prostate, rubbing it gently.
The effects were instantaneous. Viggo’s shout of surprise filled the bedroom; his hands fisted the sheets, his back arched off of the bed as white-hot lightning streaked though his body.
“And that, my love, is your prostate,” Orlando said with a smug grin as he continued to manipulate the spongy nub.
“Amazing,” Viggo breathed out as desire slid to the forefront once more. Precome welled in the slit of Viggo’s cock before dripping onto his stomach.
Continuing the subtle slip-slide of his fingers inside Viggo’s passage, Orlando reached out with his free hand and captured the clear fluid on the pad of his index finger. His eyes met Viggo’s and with a quick wink, cleaned his finger with a swipe of his tongue, causing the older man to groan.
“Tease,” Viggo said and then he was arching off the bed again as Orlando pressed against the nub once more. “Angel, please!” Viggo pleaded, though he wasn’t sure what he was asking for… more of the same or for them to move things along.
Taking pity on his lover, he slid his fingers free once more and added more lube. “Okay, ready for three? After this, we can get down to business,” Orlando said with a grin.
Viggo nodded, his body still humming with the pleasure that Orlando’s touch had given him. Just as before, first one, then two fingers filled him. He felt the third finger slowly breach him and the burning sensation came back in full-force. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the pain, but it wasn’t helping.
Orlando’s heart broke as he watched Viggo struggle with himself to accept the additional pressure the third finger was creating and knew that this was not going to work. He slowly removed them.
The feel of Orlando’s fingers leaving his body had Viggo’s eyes opening. “Why did you stop?”
Orlando sat back on his heels, his hands resting on Viggo’s bent knees. “Because your body is not ready for this yet.”
Viggo levered himself onto his elbows. “I want you to make love to me, Orlando.”
“I understand that, Love. And I want to do that, as well,” Orlando assured Viggo. “But what you want and what your body is allowing are two different things. I told you going into this that I was not going to hurt you, and if we were to continue, pain is all that you would be feeling.”
Embarrassment, disappointment and shame filled Viggo. And if he felt those things, he could only imagine what Orlando thought of him. He wouldn’t blame the other man if he wanted to end things. Nobody wanted a partner who could not accept their lover’s touch.
Orlando watched in horror as Viggo slid from the bed and grabbed his shorts, pulling them on hastily.
“I’m sorry,” Viggo said before snatching his t-shirt from the floor and disappearing through the bedroom door.
Part 19
Written by: viggorlibean3 & okinay AKA Gayla & Gwen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul
Warning: No disrespect intended to the clergy
Note: Co-writing exercise fueled by prompt ‘hands and knees’
Note2: The previous chapters have been locked. You'll need to join texas_slash to read the entire series as we post it.
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Confessions - Chapter 18
"I think this calls for another celebration," Orlando said before brushing his lips against Viggo's. "Finish running the bath while I go get some wine."
"Will do," Viggo said as their fingers slid apart slowly and he watched Orlando disappear around the corner. He could only hope that it would be as easy as Ian made it seem.
“What did want to be when you were a kid?” Viggo whispered into the wet whorl of Orlando’s ear as they sat soaking in the tub together. The steam rising from the water created a gray mist that swirled around them, giving the area an otherworldly feel. Droplets of perspiration gathered at Orlando’s temple before winding down around the shell of his ear, leaving behind a moist trail as they slid down the long expanse of neck. Viggo had lost count the number of times he had captured those droplets with his lips before they slid away. He took a drink of his wine before setting it on the wide ledge behind him and twining his fingers with Orlando’s that were resting on the tub’s side.
“Believe it or not, I wanted to be a scientist.” Orlando chuckled, remembering the adventurous youth he once was. “I was completely fascinated by all growing things. I used to drive my Mum crazy by dragging in all sorts of leaves, twigs, not to mention the assorted insects I’d find outside so I could view them with my genuine National Geographic microscope. She finally put a stop to it when she found some not-so-dead bugs in her laundry room one day. I can still hear her voice screaming at me. ‘Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom! My laundry room is not your personal laboratory! Now get these… bugs out of here!’” he recounted in a high falsetto voice. “I almost told her they were insects, not bugs, but the look she was giving me at the time made me think twice about it.”
Viggo laughed along with Orlando. He could imagine the wide-eyed little boy that grew up to be the man he was in love with. “You know, until now, I never knew your whole name. ‘Orlando Bloom’ was all that we included in the church’s directory. Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom,” Viggo repeated, enjoying the way it rolled off his tongue. “Quite a mouthful.”
Orlando’s body flushed with arousal as his mind slid right into the gutter thanks to Viggo’s comment. He fought the urge to turn in the man’s arms and claim the lips that had been subtly teasing his neck and shoulders since they had slid into the steaming water. There would be time enough for that later. Right now he was enjoying the relaxed atmosphere as they learned more about each other.
“So what changed?” Viggo inquired, leaning forward a bit to nibble the side of Orlando’s neck. “Why aren’t you out there making new discoveries?”
“Well, that was when I was ten. When I was twelve I discovered model rockets, at fourteen, it was motorbikes, at sixteen, it was the boy down the street.”
Viggo ran the soft washcloth over Orlando’s chest, watching the bubbles it left behind. “Interesting range of hobbies you had, Angel.”
A slick shoulder shrugged. “My parents were big believers in us broadening our horizons. What about when you were a boy?” Orlando leaned his head back so he could look at his lover. “What did you want to be?”
“Well, I don’t remember having anything in mind other than wanting to be a cowboy, especially when my family visited relatives in Argentina. Other than that, I read a lot and when I got a little older, all I wanted to do was draw. A lot of good that did me.” Viggo took a deep breath then shrugged off the melancholy feeling that was creeping in.
“Have you ever tried to draw again? I mean, after you entered the priesthood?” Orlando could sense the change in his lover’s demeanor but felt this was an important topic. “Surely you’ve been able to use your artistic talents, somehow.”
The cloth moved slowly back and forth over Orlando’s skin. “No, actually every time I attempted put pencil to paper, the inspiration just wasn’t there.” Until now, Viggo thought to himself.
“I’m sorry, Viggo.” Orlando pulled their clasped hands up to his mouth, kissing each of Viggo’s fingers softly. “To give up something that had been special to you… I can’t even fathom the concept. Even after my mother scolded me time and time again for bringing who knows how many things into the house, not once did she try to dissuade me from that particular phase of my life.”
“Did one of those things happen to be the boy down the street?” Viggo asked, curious about all aspects of his lover’s childhood.
“I didn’t say anything happened with him, just that I had noticed him,” Orlando said with a fond smile. “Brent was three years older than I was and even though I had spent many nights at his house since his younger brother and I were friends, I never thought about him in a sexual way. It was only when he came back home from his first year of college that I noticed him. Of course, it was kind of hard not to notice the shirtless guy with a killer body mowing his front lawn.”
“So, was he the one that got away?”
Orlando shook his head, soggy strands of hair brushing his shoulders. “No, he had a girlfriend,” Orlando answered with a chuckle. “However, he did make an appearance in several of my dreams that summer.”
“Lucky guy,” Viggo mumbled. “Okay, next question: where did you go to college and what did you study?”
“I graduated from Stanford University with a degree in business. I worked part-time at one of the hotels near the campus and decided that’s what I wanted to do after I graduated. I managed to get on with a national chain about a year after I graduated and transferred to the East Coast, which is how I ended up here,” he recounted.
Viggo pressed his lips to the smooth skin of Orlando’s shoulder. “Lucky me.”
“And me, as well, seeing as how this is where our paths crossed. Now, my turn. Favorite childhood memory?”
“Horseback riding in Argentina,” Viggo answered immediately. “The freedom I felt while racing across the fields was something I have never forgotten. I think if I hadn’t have entered the priesthood, I would probably be working on a ranch somewhere.”
Orlando closed his eyes, conjuring up an image of Viggo wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hugged him in all the right places, a pair of cowboy boots, and a hat. No shirt because he would have removed it while working in the barn, probably mucking out stalls or something. He felt his cock twitch beneath the water as the scene changed, his mind adding himself to the equation. Orlando had Viggo pinned against the barn door, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of love bites down Viggo’s neck and torso, his tongue snaking out to lick the salty-sweaty skin. With a few deft movement, the button and zipper of Viggo’s jeans were open, the thick column of flesh springing forward, begging for attention.
Over Orlando’s shoulder, Viggo watched as his lover’s body came to life, his own stirring in response.
“Care to share your thoughts, Angel?” Viggo asked as he slid his hand beneath the water and lightly caressed the silky-smooth shaft, smiling when Orlando lifted his hips, seeking his touch.
“I’m thinking that if the bed and breakfast thing doesn’t pan out, we need to start considering the ranchers angle, because Jesus fuck, Vig… the image of you I have in my head is one that I would love to see come to life.” Orlando turned his head and pressed his lips against the damp skin of Viggo’s neck. It was a moment before he realized that Viggo wasn’t responding and he sat up and turned to look at Viggo properly.
He had seen that stunned look on Viggo’s face once before, when he had fucked things up between them during their first meeting with his insensitive words. And now he had just done it again.
He rushed to apologize. “Vig? Love? Shit, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have said…”
Viggo’s lips on his halted the hasty explanation. “No, it’s not that,” he said quietly. “I don’t want you to censure yourself when we’re together. It’s part of who you are. I was just wondering what you were imagining that made you so hard,” he said as he continued to caress Orlando’s cock.
Orlando breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he had not messed things up again. “I love you,” he said before claiming another kiss. “As for what caused this,” he placed his hand over Viggo’s and squeezed gently, “all I’m going to say is you, me, a barn, and sex. If I said any more, I’d probably come all over you.”
Viggo gently removed their hands from Orlando’s flesh. “Can’t have that,” he said before turning the man in his arms so they were back to front again, his hands settling on Orlando’s stomach. “At least not yet.”
Orlando wiggled against Viggo, trying to find the perfect spot again. “This is nice,” he said as he finally settled himself. “I hope our next place has a tub this big.”
“And a shower big enough for the both of us, as well,” Viggo added.
“And a big bed.”
“How about a medium-sized bed? That way you can’t go far.”
Orlando’s fingers danced up and down Viggo’s arms. “But think of all the room we’d have to roll around on.”
“Good point,” Viggo said as he tightened his hold just a fraction.
Orlando rested his head back against Viggo’s shoulder. “Vig?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you nervous about starting over?” Orlando whispered.
Viggo pressed a kiss to Orlando’s cheek and nodded, his lips brushing lightly against the soft skin. “Yes and no. Yes, because we don’t know where we’re going or what we’ll do when we get there. And no, because I’ll have you by my side.”
Orlando turned his head and caught Viggo’s lips in a brief kiss. His heart overflowed with joy at Viggo’s words, his acknowledgement of the confidence he felt in them as a couple. He had no idea what he did to deserve this man, but vowed to do whatever it took to keep him by his side.
“Good, I thought it was just me who was nervous,” he said as he snuggled back against Viggo once again.
Viggo’s quiet chuckle vibrated against Orlando’s back. “No, Angel, you’re not alone with your feelings. I’m right there with you.”
Silence settled around the two men, each lost in their own thoughts regarding their future. Long minutes passed as they offered silent support to the other through gentle touches. Viggo felt the overwhelming need to be connected to Orlando in the most intimate way possible, reaffirming their commitment to each other.
“Angel?”
“Yes, Love?”
Viggo pressed his lips to Orlando’s shoulder, his voice quiet. “Will you make love to me tonight?”
“Mmm, sounds wonderful. I could use some slow loving after the quickie in front of the mirror earlier,” Orlando said with a grin as he relaxed even more in the circle of Viggo’s arms.
“That one was interesting, but I think you misunderstood what I said. I want you to make love to me, not the other way around.” Viggo’s lips skated back and forth over the smooth skin. He knew it was a big step to take, but he trusted Orlando, knew that his lover would take his time with this, just has he had done so with every other step they had taken together.
Orlando’s body tensed, making Viggo wonder if he had overstepped some invisible boundary. He hoped he hadn’t presumed too much. They hadn’t really talked about Orlando’s preferences, if the younger man enjoyed both sides of the sexual act, giving and receiving. “I mean… uh… if that’s okay. I know we haven’t…”
Orlando turned in Viggo’s embrace and straddled the man’s lap before claiming a kiss that had both of their head’s spinning. Finally, he leaned back, holding Viggo’s face between his two hands as he searched the older man’s eyes. “Are you sure?”
Viggo nodded. “I’ll admit I’m a bit nervous, but yes, I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me. That is, if you do that. Top, I mean.”
“I do. I’m an equal opportunity shag,” Orlando said with a grin.
“That’s good to know.” Viggo slid his hands from Orlando’s waist and threaded his fingers into the damp hair, before attempting to pull the young man’s mouth back to his. He was surprised that Orlando halted the movement.
“I’m thinking we might be a bit more comfortable in the bed, don’t you?” he asked as he rose from Viggo’s lap, standing in the knee-deep water.
Viggo’s eyes followed the rivulets of water sliding down the lithe body in front of him, wanting to chase and capture every one of them. Orlando must have read his thoughts because his lover grinned at him and shook his head before offering Viggo a hand, pulling him to his feet.
“Patience,” Orlando teased as they stepped from the tub.
Reaching for a towel, Orlando whispered to Viggo that he wanted to do this right, and that included taking care of his lover the rest of the evening.
“Let me love you, yeah?”
Nodding his assent, Viggo found himself lost in the depths of bottomless brown eyes.
”Whatever you want tonight, I’m yours, completely.”
Orlando used the towel to touch and caress Viggo’s entire body. He paused every so often to press soft, lingering kisses to Viggo’s still-damp skin, sucking softly at the back of a knee here, a hip bone there, and judging by the quiet moans coming from his lover, Orlando knew Viggo was enjoying the sensual foreplay.
Viggo felt his knees start to wobble so he reached down and cupped Orlando’s chin, stopping any further movement. His breath caught in his throat when he looked down at the man kneeling at his feet and knew at that moment the bond they’d formed after such a short time would never be broken.
“Oh, Orlando, what you do to me.” Viggo’s words were barely audible, yet Orlando heard them as if they’d been whispered directly into his ear.
Orlando stood and held out his hand. “Are you ready, my love?”
Viggo joined their fingers together, bringing both hands up to kiss Orlando’s knuckles, “I’m more than ready,” before leaning forward to brush his lips against Orlando’s. “Why don’t you show me what I’ve been missing?”
= = =
Moaning deeply, Viggo could feel every fiber in his body tingling. His toes curled in anticipation of the next place Orlando’s lips would touch, taste and tempt.
“Please, Angel.”
“Please what?” Orlando’s lips curved up in a mischievous smile before dipping down to suck on the arch of Viggo’s right foot. “Surely you don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“Nooo…no no noooo.” Viggo propped himself up onto his elbows so he could watch his lover. “I… please keep going.”
“That’s what I thought.” Orlando reached over and pushed on Viggo’s chest, causing the older man to flop back onto the bed. “Now lay back, close your eyes and relax. Just feel.”
Viggo closed his eyes and focused on the point of his body where Orlando’s lips were sliding. He could feel the softness of lips, the slippery wetness of tongue followed by nipping of teeth. Viggo’s voice caught in his throat when Orlando moved from the right foot to his left foot and felt his toes suddenly surrounded by wet heat. Viggo’s body responded favorably to the friction between Orlando’s tongue and teeth, not to mention the suction. His erection went from interested to rock-hard-standing-at-attention in two seconds flat, with a steady pool of pre-come leaking from the tip and sliding down the shaft. His brain was short-circuiting to the point where he knew his babbling wasn’t making any sense.
“Oh, Orlando… that feels like… do you know what that feels like?”
Orlando grinned around the prize in his mouth. He knew exactly what this was doing to Viggo, knew what it felt like to have your toes sucked on. One look in his lover’s eyes and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He wanted Viggo to relax and getting him to come would be a good start.
He eventually took pity on his lover and let the digits slip from his mouth. Keeping the foot in his hands, Orlando massaged and caressed it, paying particular attention to the area that was injured the evening before.
"Looks like this is healing nicely," Orlando quietly added before kissing the area softly before gently setting the injured foot back on the bed.
“My doctor has a great bedside manner,” Viggo offered. “Even though he can be a bit of a tease at times. As much as I’m enjoying this wonderful torture, I don't want to come until you're inside of me, and if you keep this up, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
"Fuck, Vig, are you trying to kill me?"
Viggo chuckled. "No, I thought that's what you were doing… driving me clean out of my mind. I would probably end up wandering around like the village idiot, babbling to the chickens."
"That would make two of us." Orlando chuckled. "Seriously, though. We need to make sure that your body is loosened up properly to accept me inside you. I don't want to hurt you, Love. I think it would be easier on you if you were on your knees, though; wouldn't hurt nearly as much."
“No,” Viggo said adamantly. “I want to see you, hold you close while you make love to me.”
Orlando took a deep breath, knowing that he wanted the same thing as Viggo but was still nervous as hell about hurting him. "Okay," Orlando smiled. "But, you have to talk to me. If something doesn't feel right, or if it hurts you, you tell me immediately. Understood?"
“I promise,” Viggo answered with a quick nod. Taking a deep breath, he lay back on the bed, anticipation coursing through him at the thought of taking this next step in their relationship.
Orlando's fingers shook as he reached over and plucked a condom and the bottle of lube from the bedside table. "I don't know why I'm so nervous," Orlando started to laugh until he took in the sight of his lover lying there, love and trust shining from his eyes. He could do this... he needed to do this right since there would only be one first time for Viggo.
“Have you ever been nervous before?” Viggo asked, hoping that talking would help take some of the pressure off of Orlando.
“Not in a long while,” Orlando admitted as he slid his hands down Viggo’s legs, catching them at the knees and bending them so that Viggo’s feet were flat on the bed, opening his lover to him. He pressed his lips against the inside of Viggo’s right knee as he popped the top off the lube and squeezed some into the palm of his hand. Orlando moved closer, wanting to assure Viggo in case he started feeling uncomfortable. He knew it was a vulnerable position to be in, had felt that way on more than one occasion, but knew it was necessary if they were going to continue. Brown eyes made contact with blue and after a reassuring nod from his lover, Orlando extended his fingertip to rub against the furled opening of Viggo's body.
Even knowing that Orlando was about to touch him, Viggo’s breath caught in his throat at the intimate touch.
“Just my finger, Love,” he said as he caressed the crinkled skin in slow circles, his touch starting out light and teasing, then adding a bit of pressure, hoping to relax the tight ring of muscle guarding Viggo’s passage.
Viggo nodded, making a conscious effort to relax. He had done this to Orlando several times over the last twenty-four hours and knew that it was necessary for them to do what Viggo had requested. It was long moments before his body accepted the intimate touch, his hips shifting ever so slightly, a silent plea for more.
Not wanting to startle Viggo with any sudden movement, Orlando slowly moved forward and caressed Viggo’s stomach. “That’s it, babe,” he praised quietly. “Relax and let me inside… get you ready so I can love you completely.”
The hand on Viggo’s stomach moved down, causing him to moan when long fingers circled his shaft and began to stroke him slowly. He knew that Orlando was trying to take his mind off of what else he was doing, but Viggo wanted to experience every sensation of it, no matter how great or small. He placed his hand over Orlando’s, halting the movement.
Worried eyes looked up the body stretched out before him. “Vig?”
“I’m fine,” he assured his lover. “I want to feel you preparing me, feel your fingers as they slide into me.”
“Your wish is my command.” Orlando pressed against the ring once more, feeling it slowly give way, allowing Orlando to touch a part of Viggo that no other had touched before. He held his emotions in check, not wanting to cry all over his lover and ruin the moment.
Viggo’s mouth opened with a silent “oh” as he was penetrated for the very first time. Granted, it was only Orlando’s finger, but that one finger would eventually turn into two, then three, preparing him for what he had asked for.
Seeing the wonder on Viggo’s face, Orlando slid his finger deeper before retreating, a slow and steady movement that had Viggo pressing down, seeking more. Orlando carefully withdrew his fingers and added more lube.
“Think you’re ready for two this time?”
“Yes,” Viggo said as he braced himself for two fingers. He felt one finger slide into him a few times before the second one was added. He felt a slight burn, even though Orlando’s fingers were slick. His body flinched when the invading digits began to move.
Orlando caught the wince and stopped. “Love? What is it?”
Viggo was loath to admit that it burned, but had promised Orlando to tell him if he felt any discomfort. “Stings a bit.”
“Want me to stop?” Orlando asked, not wanting to cause his lover any additional pain.
“No,” Viggo said as he took a deep breath, hoping that the pain would lessen. “I want to do this. I want to feel you moving inside of me.”
Orlando chuckled. “If you haven’t noticed, I am inside of you. Though the moving part has been put on hold for the time being.”
“You know what I mean. Keep going.”
“One more flinch and we’re stopping, okay? And don’t even try to hide it. I’ll know if you do,” Orlando said as he slowly picked up the back and forth motion, his eyes never leaving Viggo’s face.
Viggo nodded and focused on working through the pain. It was still there, though not as predominant as it was earlier. His body slowly accepted Orlando’s touch, the burning feeling slowly fading.
Seeing no signs of pain on Viggo’s features, Orlando continued to stroke the walls of Viggo’s passage. Wanting to give his lover pleasure to erase the brief pain he had felt, Orlando slid his fingers over Viggo’s prostate, rubbing it gently.
The effects were instantaneous. Viggo’s shout of surprise filled the bedroom; his hands fisted the sheets, his back arched off of the bed as white-hot lightning streaked though his body.
“And that, my love, is your prostate,” Orlando said with a smug grin as he continued to manipulate the spongy nub.
“Amazing,” Viggo breathed out as desire slid to the forefront once more. Precome welled in the slit of Viggo’s cock before dripping onto his stomach.
Continuing the subtle slip-slide of his fingers inside Viggo’s passage, Orlando reached out with his free hand and captured the clear fluid on the pad of his index finger. His eyes met Viggo’s and with a quick wink, cleaned his finger with a swipe of his tongue, causing the older man to groan.
“Tease,” Viggo said and then he was arching off the bed again as Orlando pressed against the nub once more. “Angel, please!” Viggo pleaded, though he wasn’t sure what he was asking for… more of the same or for them to move things along.
Taking pity on his lover, he slid his fingers free once more and added more lube. “Okay, ready for three? After this, we can get down to business,” Orlando said with a grin.
Viggo nodded, his body still humming with the pleasure that Orlando’s touch had given him. Just as before, first one, then two fingers filled him. He felt the third finger slowly breach him and the burning sensation came back in full-force. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the pain, but it wasn’t helping.
Orlando’s heart broke as he watched Viggo struggle with himself to accept the additional pressure the third finger was creating and knew that this was not going to work. He slowly removed them.
The feel of Orlando’s fingers leaving his body had Viggo’s eyes opening. “Why did you stop?”
Orlando sat back on his heels, his hands resting on Viggo’s bent knees. “Because your body is not ready for this yet.”
Viggo levered himself onto his elbows. “I want you to make love to me, Orlando.”
“I understand that, Love. And I want to do that, as well,” Orlando assured Viggo. “But what you want and what your body is allowing are two different things. I told you going into this that I was not going to hurt you, and if we were to continue, pain is all that you would be feeling.”
Embarrassment, disappointment and shame filled Viggo. And if he felt those things, he could only imagine what Orlando thought of him. He wouldn’t blame the other man if he wanted to end things. Nobody wanted a partner who could not accept their lover’s touch.
Orlando watched in horror as Viggo slid from the bed and grabbed his shorts, pulling them on hastily.
“I’m sorry,” Viggo said before snatching his t-shirt from the floor and disappearing through the bedroom door.
Part 19