Confessions - Part 21
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 - Part 21
Viggo came to a halt in front of the door to their room and quickly inserted the keycard. When he heard the lock disengage, he looked over his shoulder, eyes dark with lust. “Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly, and you just might find out.”
“Oh, Jesus fuck, I’m in for it, aren’t I?” Orlando asked as he crossed the threshold, his mind reeling at the sudden change in his lover’s temperament.
“Count on it.”
No sooner than the door to their hotel room had closed, Viggo pushed Orlando back against it, trapping the young man between the six-paneled piece of steel and himself.
“I think you owe me something,” he growled before claiming the enticing lips in a kiss that had both men hard and aching in no time. He pressed himself against the lithe body, his chest holding Orlando in place while trembling hands made short work of the button and zipper of Orlando’s pants. He needed… wanted … craved his lover in a way that had him shaking. Yes, Orlando owed him for putting a halt to things earlier that morning, but there was something else lurking just beneath the surface, as well. He felt the primal need to claim the man before him, to mark what was his, to imprint himself on his lover’s psyche.
Viggo’s sudden show of aggression had Orlando’s thoughts scattering to the four winds. He had planned to order room service, wind Viggo up while they waited for their lunch to arrive, and then make good on his earlier promise. What was the saying about best-laid plans? He moaned into their open mouths when Viggo’s hand slid beneath the elastic band of his boxers, long fingers curling around his swollen shaft. He could not suppress the gasp that spilled forth when Viggo’s thumb slid over the head of his cock, catching the dewy drops of pre-come that welled in the slit and spreading them around the taut skin. He wanted to return the favor, wanted to feel Viggo, hot and heavy, in his hand, but when he reached for his lover’s jeans, Viggo broke the kiss and shook his head.
“No,” he said breathlessly as he pressed their foreheads together, knowing that if Orlando touched him, it would be over before it began. And Viggo needed this, needed to know that Orlando belonged to him and him alone, that when the young man closed his eyes, it was Viggo he saw there, not the blond Australian from earlier, nor any of the others that had claimed Orlando’s attentions. “Don’t move,” he said as he backed away, his eyes never leaving Orlando's.
Dark brows furrowed in confusion. “Why not?”
Viggo reached the nightstand and opened the drawer, rifling through it blindly until he found what he wanted. Orlando’s eyes widened when he spied a lime green packet and the turquoise bottle of Wet. He felt his stomach jump in anticipation of feeling Viggo sliding into him again, the hard cock covered in twisted ridges. Lust was riding him hard as he watched Viggo slowly unbutton and unzip the jeans he was wearing, the boxer-briefs pulled snug across the clearly defined column of flesh. Orlando’s mouth watered as Viggo slipped his hand into his shorts and fisted himself a few times before quickly opening the condom packet.
“Turn around,” Viggo said, his eyes boring into Orlando’s. “Put your hands on the door.”
Orlando’s knees nearly buckled when his brain registered what Viggo was saying. Viggo was going to… fucking hell. Orlando swallowed audibly as he turned and pressed his hands against the cool metal. Letting his forehead drop against the door as well, he took several deep breaths in an effort to calm his racing pulse.
Viggo crossed the short distance between them, stopping when he was an arm’s length behind Orlando. He tossed the empty green packet aside before rolling the condom down his swollen shaft and slicking it liberally with Wet. With his free hand, he reached beneath the tails of Orlando’s dress shirt and pushed the boxers down. He did not want to hurt Orlando, but he also knew that he did not have the patience to spend much time preparing his lover, either.
Cold fingers delving into his crease had Orlando gasping once again. He adjusted his stance as much as his bound feet would allow, his dress pants and boxers pooled around his ankles serving as a pair of make-shift shackles.
“Oh, God… yes…” Orlando arched into the touch, relishing the feel of Viggo’s slick fingers sliding into him, stretching him for long moments and then Viggo was there, the blunt head of his cock nudging the pinkened skin, slowly pushing his way inside.
Viggo held the bottom of Orlando’s shirt out of the way and watched as his cock sank into his lover’s heated depths, not stopping until his groin was snug against Orlando’s butt. Placing his hands on the door next to Orlando’s, Viggo started to move. It wasn’t the best of positions, but it would have to do for now. Slowly, he experimented with different depths, force and speed, finally settling on short, abbreviated thrusts that had Orlando gasping in no time.
Sweat dotted Orlando’s brow as he felt each and every ridge of the condom teasing his sensitive passage. He knew that he would not last long like this, not when one of Viggo’s arms moved from its position on the door to wrap around him, holding him close.
Images of Orlando and countless faceless men flashed into Viggo’s mind. “You… are… mine…” he practically growled into the thick mop of curls, punctuating each word with a quick snap of his hips.
Somewhere in the fog of lust that surrounded Orlando’s brain, realization dawned on the young man. The look on Viggo’s face earlier - it was jealousy. Viggo was jealous of Jax.
And Viggo was claiming Orlando.
The thought had Orlando’s body spinning completely out of control. With a surprised gasp, he came untouched, his seed soaking the front of his shirt where it hung in front of him. Orlando’s clenching channel ripped Viggo’s orgasm from him, the older man growling out his completion. His arm tightened around the lithe body even more and he held on for dear life as aftershocks ravaged his body.
None of Orlando’s other lovers had dared to utter those words, probably had never even entertained the thought. If they had, Orlando most likely would have sent them packing. But with Viggo, it was different. Orlando loved Viggo with all his heart, and knew that he was loved in return. He had even gone so far as to assure Viggo that there was no one else in his life. Maybe Viggo hadn’t believed him? Maybe he needed to do this in an effort to banish the jealousy he had felt? No matter the reason, it was a phenomenal fuck. It wasn’t often that Orlando could come untouched as he had, but Viggo’s aggressiveness had pushed all the right buttons. Add to that the position he had chosen to take Orlando, standing, up against the door, and there was no way in hell Orlando could have held back any more than he had. He should be embarrassed at how fast Viggo could make him completely lose his mind, but he wasn’t. He was putty in the man’s hands, regardless of the situation.
Regret ate at Viggo. He felt like a monster, now that the heat of the moment had passed. He was ashamed for giving in to his base instincts, for taking Orlando the way he had. He felt himself softening inside of Orlando and quickly grabbed the edge of the condom before stepping away.
While Viggo disposed the condom, Orlando turned and leaned back against the door, his damp shirt brushing against his thighs. He ignored it, focusing instead on the man in front of him. What he saw worried him. Viggo was closing in on himself again and Orlando would not allow it. He quickly pulled up his boxers and pants, fastening only the button as he moved to stand beside Viggo. When the older man refused to meet his eyes, Orlando tilted Viggo’s face up to his.
“Vig, please don’t hide from me,” he pleaded. When blue eyes finally met his, he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against Viggo’s. “Yes, I am yours, just as you are mine. You are the one who holds my heart, Viggo, the one I love. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. No one else. Just you.”
“I’m sorry,” Viggo whispered as he took Orlando’s hand in his. “I shouldn’t have done that, taken you that way.”
Orlando cupped Viggo’s cheek and gave his lover a small smile. “I rather enjoy it when you take the lead with things, if you haven’t noticed.”
“You know what I mean,” Viggo said with a sigh as he leaned back against the dresser. “It was wrong of me to do that, to let my emotions get out of hand like they did.”
“You’re only human, love, and jealousy is a bitch to control, especially when you come face to face with one of your lover’s ex-lovers. I’m sorry that happened, in the lobby earlier. When Jax gets back to town, I’ll talk to him, let him know how things are now.”
Viggo nodded, though he was not one hundred percent comfortable with Orlando seeing this Jax character again, even if it was to tell him that whatever they had between them was over. It was something Viggo would have to deal with, he knew, but right now he had some apologizing to do for his barbaric behavior.
“I want to hold you. Lay down with me for a few minutes?” Viggo asked as he moved to the bed with Orlando following. Once they were settled on top of the bedspread, with Orlando snuggled safely in Viggo’s arms, he felt a little better. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I felt the need to do that, to say what I did. I know you love me; it’s just… I don’t know. I felt like I needed to… assert myself in some way. To make sure that I’m the only one you think of now. Stupid, I know, but that’s where my mind went.”
Orlando leaned up and braced his weight on one arm as he looked down into the watery eyes of the man he loved more than life itself. “It’s not stupid. You’ve never been in a relationship before, much less with someone whose past is, shall we say, less than pristine? I can’t change it, though I wish I could for the simple fact that it causes you pain.”
Viggo’s fingers threaded their way into the dark curls. “Like you said, this is all new to me. Eric said that you get your fair share of attention here at the hotel, and that’s something I’m going to have to work through. I love you and I’m not giving you, or what we have, up.”
“That’s good to know, because I’m not giving you up, either,” Orlando pledged before pressing his lips gently against Viggo’s. “And hopefully I won’t be here much longer. Which reminds me, I still need to talk to Eric about this weekend. I haven’t had a chance yet since the inspection took all morning.” Orlando’s stomach rumbled, making his hunger for food known once again, and causing both men to chuckle.
“Why don’t you go do that now, and get something to eat, as well?”
“I thought we were going to order room service?” Orlando queried.
Viggo slowly sat up and leaned back against the headboard. “I’m not all that hungry right now, but I can order something for you, if you want.”
“No, that’s okay,” Orlando said as he moved to the end of the bed and stood. “I’ll grab something from the buffet and then go see Eric.” He grimaced when his hand brushed over the damp spot on his shirt as he began straightening his clothes. “I can’t believe you made me come on my shirt.”
“Now that’s one thing I’m not sorry for,” Viggo said with a grin as he rose from the bed and walked around to where Orlando was tucking his shirt in. “Gives you something to remember me with while you’re trying to work this afternoon.”
“Like I could ignore the throbbing in my arse.” Orlando zipped and buttoned his pants, then leaned back against the solid form of his lover when Viggo moved in behind him.
Viggo pressed his lips against the soft skin of Orlando’s neck. “How about a nice, long soak in the tub tonight? Would that help?”
“Mmm,” Orlando said as his eyes closed. “Sounds wonderful.”
“What time do you finish work?”
“Six.”
“Your bath will be ready and waiting for you at six, then.”
Orlando turned in the circle of Viggo’s arms. “And what about you? Will you be ready and waiting at six?” He asked with a mischievous grin.
“Do you even have to ask?” Viggo bestowed a quick kiss to Orlando’s lips. “Now, don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
“Kicking me out already?”
“No, just reminding you that you have important things to do this afternoon.”
“You’re important,” Orlando pouted.
Viggo leaned forward and caught the plump flesh of Orlando’s lower lip between his teeth before tugging gently. “Glad to hear that, but you’re not doing me, remember? We tried that and it didn’t work,” he teased, causing Orlando’s eyes to widen in surprise. Viggo laughed at the shocked look on Orlando’s face. “Didn’t think I had it in me to tease like that, did you?”
“I… shit… that was…” Orlando chuckled at his inability to form a complete sentence. “What I’m trying to say is that I had hoped one of these days you’d feel comfortable enough to.”
“I’m learning,” Viggo said as he released his hold on the young man and walked to the door. “Now, go talk to Eric.”
“What are you going to do the rest of the day?” Orlando asked as he followed Viggo.
“Don’t know,” Viggo said with a shrug. “Maybe go grab something to eat, go to the gym or lounge by the pool for a little while.”
“Well, whatever you decide to do, enjoy it. I’ll see you later.” Orlando stole one last kiss. “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” Viggo replied as he stood in the open doorway, watching as his lover wound his way through the pool area and disappeared through the glass doors on the other side.
= = =
Eric was in his office, wading through month-end invoices when Orlando popped his head in the door. He looked busy, and normally Orlando would come back at a later time, but he wanted to get an answer as soon as possible so he risked his boss’s ire by barging straight into the office.
“Hey, boss. Got a minute?” Orlando’s grin turned into a grimace as he sat on the corner of Eric’s desk. Okay, he probably shouldn’t have plopped himself down so carelessly.
Eric frowned when he looked up. He noticed the pained look on Orlando’s face and wondered if he and Viggo had already had a falling out. “No, I don’t, but somehow I think that won’t stop you from being here.” Eric pushed away from the desk, resting both hands behind his head, stretching his tired muscles. “Thanks again for your help with the inspection this morning. As always, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Orlando fiddled with a stapler on the desk, working out in his mind how to best phrase his request for time off. He knew how Eric hated to have his employees ask for time off at the last minute, unless it was an emergency.
As soon as Orlando unconsciously chewed on his bottom lip, Eric knew something was going on. He reached over to pull the stapler out of his assistant manager’s hand. “Okay, what’s up, Orli?”
“What makes you think something is up?” Orlando asked as he slid off the desk. He headed for one of the two leather chairs in front of Eric’s desk, wincing again at the slight burn when he sat down.
“Well, one,” Eric held up one finger. “You’re chewing your bottom lip, which I know for a fact is a nervous habit of yours. Two,” he held up two fingers. “You’re in here with me instead of the hotel room you’ve stashed your latest victim in.” He grinned when a faint blush stained Orlando’s cheeks. “And, three, you’re fidgeting like crazy, man. Just spit it out.”
Orlando shook his head, smiling at how well his boss and friend knew him.
“Remember how you’re always telling me to take time off?” Orlando began. “How I have all this time built up and never use it?”
Ahhh, Eric thought, leaning forward to prop his chin on his folded hands. Now they were getting down to the reason why Orlando was here.
“Let me guess,” Eric interrupted. “You want to use the time? I don’t have a problem with that. When did you want to take off? A couple weeks from now? Next month?”
“Tomorrow?” Orlando asked in a quiet voice.
Eric’s eyebrows lifted to his hairline. “Tomorrow? Why so soon?” Eric was a little stunned that Orlando would make such a last minute request, but he was willing to hear him out. He was trying to visualize the schedule, to see whom he could call in to cover for his best employee. The few times that Orlando had taken time off, it had taken two people to do his job. “And for how long?” Eric added to his list of questions.
“I know this is desperately last minute,” Orlando shifted in his seat, still trying to keep from moving too much, “and I apologize for that. You know I don’t make requests that will put you in a bind here at the hotel. It’s just that there is a potential business venture that Viggo and I would like to check out in California and it’s been set up for this weekend.” Orlando looked hopefully at his boss. “That is, if I can get the time off.”
“A business venture?” Eric repeated. “What type of business venture?” Now his curiosity was piqued.
“I’d rather not say right now, but I promise if things pan out like we hope they will, I’ll tell you everything. I just don’t want to jinx it.”
“I see,” Eric murmured quietly before taking a deep breath and turning to his computer. A few taps on his keyboard later and the employee schedule appeared onscreen.
Orlando slipped his thumb into his mouth, nervously chewing on the nail as he watched his boss. The only sounds were the clicking of the keys and the occasional humming sound Eric made as he perused the screen.
“Well, it won’t be easy. I’ll need to make a few phone calls, but I don’t see a problem with it.”
The grin that appeared lit up Orlando’s entire face. “Oh that’s brilliant, Eric!” He leapt out of his chair, ignoring the twinge in his backside, and rounded the desk to hug his friend tightly. “I can’t thank you enough for this. I definitely owe you one.”
Eric blushed to his roots and patted Orlando on the back. “Yeah, well, make sure that you go over what needs to be done with Billy when he gets in later today. Now get the hell out of my office so I can get some work done.”
“I will,” Orlando laughed when he extracted himself from Eric’s embrace. He turned when he got to the door of the office. “Thanks again, Eric. I really…”
“Go…” Eric’s focus was back on the invoices scattered across his desk as he shooed Orlando out the door with a growl, though he smiled when he heard Orlando giggling as he walked away.
= = =
As soon as Orlando got back to his own office, he called Viggo’s room. When the call wasn’t picked up, he tried Viggo’s cell. Listening to it ring, he mentally made a list of all the travel preparations he needed to make. Orlando was startled a bit when the call rolled over to his lover’s voice mail.
“Hey, Vig. I guess you’re out getting something to eat. I’ve got good news. I just talked to Eric and he gave me the weekend off. Sooo… give Father Ian a call and have him go ahead and let his friends know we’ll be coming. As soon as I hang up here, I’m going to call the airline and make reservations for tomorrow. I’ll… um. I’ll meet you in the room tonight at six when I get off so we can celebrate. Love you. Bye.”
Pressing the end button on his phone, Orlando could not wipe the smile from his face, even if someone had paid him. He couldn’t believe how quickly everything was happening, but he wouldn’t change any of it. He believed in miracles, and this was certainly one of them.
After securing two seats on the mid-morning flight from JFK to San Francisco, as well as making arrangements for a rental car for the weekend, Orlando spent the rest of the afternoon going over last minute details with Billy.
They had worked together for a few years and got along really well. Billy seemed genuinely happy when Orlando told him about Viggo. He’d often teased Orlando in the past about the various men he’d been involved with, affectionately dubbed as his “harem”, but Billy could tell just by the way Orlando was talking about Viggo that this one was different and he couldn’t be happier for his friend.
Throughout the afternoon, Billy had lost count the number of times Orlando’s eyes had slid to the clock, counting down the minutes until quitting time. Or shagging time, Billy thought with a grin.
When six o’clock rolled around, Orlando made a beeline to room 128 and woe to anyone who got in his way.
= = =
Later that evening, after dining on a light meal from room service, the two men shared a glass of wine while relaxing in the oversized tub in their room. Orlando relished the opportunity of having Viggo relaxed and comfortable, sitting between Orlando’s legs and leaning back against the younger man’s chest.
They talked about their plans and what they’d like to have in their combined future, as well as what their next move would be if things didn’t go as they hoped in California. When the water turned cold, they decided to move to the bed, hoping to make love before getting some rest before their big day started tomorrow. Unfortunately, Viggo’s body had other plans, because as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was sound asleep.
At first Orlando was disappointed, but that quickly faded when he looked down at the serene expression on Viggo’s face. The day had been an emotional roller coaster for the man and Orlando knew that if the tables had been turned, he would be the one sleeping off his exhaustion.
It worried him that Viggo was jealous of the previous men that had been in Orlando’s life and knew that it was going to take time for them to work everything out. Hopefully they’d be able to find a place where it wouldn’t matter what was in their past, that only the future would matter.
Orlando reached over and brushed a few strands of blond hair out of Viggo’s face, before laying his head on Viggo’s chest, right where he could hear a strong heartbeat.
“Oh, Vig, when will you realize that there'll never be anyone else in my life? You're all I'll ever need.”
Part 22
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 - Part 21
Viggo came to a halt in front of the door to their room and quickly inserted the keycard. When he heard the lock disengage, he looked over his shoulder, eyes dark with lust. “Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly, and you just might find out.”
“Oh, Jesus fuck, I’m in for it, aren’t I?” Orlando asked as he crossed the threshold, his mind reeling at the sudden change in his lover’s temperament.
“Count on it.”
No sooner than the door to their hotel room had closed, Viggo pushed Orlando back against it, trapping the young man between the six-paneled piece of steel and himself.
“I think you owe me something,” he growled before claiming the enticing lips in a kiss that had both men hard and aching in no time. He pressed himself against the lithe body, his chest holding Orlando in place while trembling hands made short work of the button and zipper of Orlando’s pants. He needed… wanted … craved his lover in a way that had him shaking. Yes, Orlando owed him for putting a halt to things earlier that morning, but there was something else lurking just beneath the surface, as well. He felt the primal need to claim the man before him, to mark what was his, to imprint himself on his lover’s psyche.
Viggo’s sudden show of aggression had Orlando’s thoughts scattering to the four winds. He had planned to order room service, wind Viggo up while they waited for their lunch to arrive, and then make good on his earlier promise. What was the saying about best-laid plans? He moaned into their open mouths when Viggo’s hand slid beneath the elastic band of his boxers, long fingers curling around his swollen shaft. He could not suppress the gasp that spilled forth when Viggo’s thumb slid over the head of his cock, catching the dewy drops of pre-come that welled in the slit and spreading them around the taut skin. He wanted to return the favor, wanted to feel Viggo, hot and heavy, in his hand, but when he reached for his lover’s jeans, Viggo broke the kiss and shook his head.
“No,” he said breathlessly as he pressed their foreheads together, knowing that if Orlando touched him, it would be over before it began. And Viggo needed this, needed to know that Orlando belonged to him and him alone, that when the young man closed his eyes, it was Viggo he saw there, not the blond Australian from earlier, nor any of the others that had claimed Orlando’s attentions. “Don’t move,” he said as he backed away, his eyes never leaving Orlando's.
Dark brows furrowed in confusion. “Why not?”
Viggo reached the nightstand and opened the drawer, rifling through it blindly until he found what he wanted. Orlando’s eyes widened when he spied a lime green packet and the turquoise bottle of Wet. He felt his stomach jump in anticipation of feeling Viggo sliding into him again, the hard cock covered in twisted ridges. Lust was riding him hard as he watched Viggo slowly unbutton and unzip the jeans he was wearing, the boxer-briefs pulled snug across the clearly defined column of flesh. Orlando’s mouth watered as Viggo slipped his hand into his shorts and fisted himself a few times before quickly opening the condom packet.
“Turn around,” Viggo said, his eyes boring into Orlando’s. “Put your hands on the door.”
Orlando’s knees nearly buckled when his brain registered what Viggo was saying. Viggo was going to… fucking hell. Orlando swallowed audibly as he turned and pressed his hands against the cool metal. Letting his forehead drop against the door as well, he took several deep breaths in an effort to calm his racing pulse.
Viggo crossed the short distance between them, stopping when he was an arm’s length behind Orlando. He tossed the empty green packet aside before rolling the condom down his swollen shaft and slicking it liberally with Wet. With his free hand, he reached beneath the tails of Orlando’s dress shirt and pushed the boxers down. He did not want to hurt Orlando, but he also knew that he did not have the patience to spend much time preparing his lover, either.
Cold fingers delving into his crease had Orlando gasping once again. He adjusted his stance as much as his bound feet would allow, his dress pants and boxers pooled around his ankles serving as a pair of make-shift shackles.
“Oh, God… yes…” Orlando arched into the touch, relishing the feel of Viggo’s slick fingers sliding into him, stretching him for long moments and then Viggo was there, the blunt head of his cock nudging the pinkened skin, slowly pushing his way inside.
Viggo held the bottom of Orlando’s shirt out of the way and watched as his cock sank into his lover’s heated depths, not stopping until his groin was snug against Orlando’s butt. Placing his hands on the door next to Orlando’s, Viggo started to move. It wasn’t the best of positions, but it would have to do for now. Slowly, he experimented with different depths, force and speed, finally settling on short, abbreviated thrusts that had Orlando gasping in no time.
Sweat dotted Orlando’s brow as he felt each and every ridge of the condom teasing his sensitive passage. He knew that he would not last long like this, not when one of Viggo’s arms moved from its position on the door to wrap around him, holding him close.
Images of Orlando and countless faceless men flashed into Viggo’s mind. “You… are… mine…” he practically growled into the thick mop of curls, punctuating each word with a quick snap of his hips.
Somewhere in the fog of lust that surrounded Orlando’s brain, realization dawned on the young man. The look on Viggo’s face earlier - it was jealousy. Viggo was jealous of Jax.
And Viggo was claiming Orlando.
The thought had Orlando’s body spinning completely out of control. With a surprised gasp, he came untouched, his seed soaking the front of his shirt where it hung in front of him. Orlando’s clenching channel ripped Viggo’s orgasm from him, the older man growling out his completion. His arm tightened around the lithe body even more and he held on for dear life as aftershocks ravaged his body.
None of Orlando’s other lovers had dared to utter those words, probably had never even entertained the thought. If they had, Orlando most likely would have sent them packing. But with Viggo, it was different. Orlando loved Viggo with all his heart, and knew that he was loved in return. He had even gone so far as to assure Viggo that there was no one else in his life. Maybe Viggo hadn’t believed him? Maybe he needed to do this in an effort to banish the jealousy he had felt? No matter the reason, it was a phenomenal fuck. It wasn’t often that Orlando could come untouched as he had, but Viggo’s aggressiveness had pushed all the right buttons. Add to that the position he had chosen to take Orlando, standing, up against the door, and there was no way in hell Orlando could have held back any more than he had. He should be embarrassed at how fast Viggo could make him completely lose his mind, but he wasn’t. He was putty in the man’s hands, regardless of the situation.
Regret ate at Viggo. He felt like a monster, now that the heat of the moment had passed. He was ashamed for giving in to his base instincts, for taking Orlando the way he had. He felt himself softening inside of Orlando and quickly grabbed the edge of the condom before stepping away.
While Viggo disposed the condom, Orlando turned and leaned back against the door, his damp shirt brushing against his thighs. He ignored it, focusing instead on the man in front of him. What he saw worried him. Viggo was closing in on himself again and Orlando would not allow it. He quickly pulled up his boxers and pants, fastening only the button as he moved to stand beside Viggo. When the older man refused to meet his eyes, Orlando tilted Viggo’s face up to his.
“Vig, please don’t hide from me,” he pleaded. When blue eyes finally met his, he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against Viggo’s. “Yes, I am yours, just as you are mine. You are the one who holds my heart, Viggo, the one I love. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. No one else. Just you.”
“I’m sorry,” Viggo whispered as he took Orlando’s hand in his. “I shouldn’t have done that, taken you that way.”
Orlando cupped Viggo’s cheek and gave his lover a small smile. “I rather enjoy it when you take the lead with things, if you haven’t noticed.”
“You know what I mean,” Viggo said with a sigh as he leaned back against the dresser. “It was wrong of me to do that, to let my emotions get out of hand like they did.”
“You’re only human, love, and jealousy is a bitch to control, especially when you come face to face with one of your lover’s ex-lovers. I’m sorry that happened, in the lobby earlier. When Jax gets back to town, I’ll talk to him, let him know how things are now.”
Viggo nodded, though he was not one hundred percent comfortable with Orlando seeing this Jax character again, even if it was to tell him that whatever they had between them was over. It was something Viggo would have to deal with, he knew, but right now he had some apologizing to do for his barbaric behavior.
“I want to hold you. Lay down with me for a few minutes?” Viggo asked as he moved to the bed with Orlando following. Once they were settled on top of the bedspread, with Orlando snuggled safely in Viggo’s arms, he felt a little better. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I felt the need to do that, to say what I did. I know you love me; it’s just… I don’t know. I felt like I needed to… assert myself in some way. To make sure that I’m the only one you think of now. Stupid, I know, but that’s where my mind went.”
Orlando leaned up and braced his weight on one arm as he looked down into the watery eyes of the man he loved more than life itself. “It’s not stupid. You’ve never been in a relationship before, much less with someone whose past is, shall we say, less than pristine? I can’t change it, though I wish I could for the simple fact that it causes you pain.”
Viggo’s fingers threaded their way into the dark curls. “Like you said, this is all new to me. Eric said that you get your fair share of attention here at the hotel, and that’s something I’m going to have to work through. I love you and I’m not giving you, or what we have, up.”
“That’s good to know, because I’m not giving you up, either,” Orlando pledged before pressing his lips gently against Viggo’s. “And hopefully I won’t be here much longer. Which reminds me, I still need to talk to Eric about this weekend. I haven’t had a chance yet since the inspection took all morning.” Orlando’s stomach rumbled, making his hunger for food known once again, and causing both men to chuckle.
“Why don’t you go do that now, and get something to eat, as well?”
“I thought we were going to order room service?” Orlando queried.
Viggo slowly sat up and leaned back against the headboard. “I’m not all that hungry right now, but I can order something for you, if you want.”
“No, that’s okay,” Orlando said as he moved to the end of the bed and stood. “I’ll grab something from the buffet and then go see Eric.” He grimaced when his hand brushed over the damp spot on his shirt as he began straightening his clothes. “I can’t believe you made me come on my shirt.”
“Now that’s one thing I’m not sorry for,” Viggo said with a grin as he rose from the bed and walked around to where Orlando was tucking his shirt in. “Gives you something to remember me with while you’re trying to work this afternoon.”
“Like I could ignore the throbbing in my arse.” Orlando zipped and buttoned his pants, then leaned back against the solid form of his lover when Viggo moved in behind him.
Viggo pressed his lips against the soft skin of Orlando’s neck. “How about a nice, long soak in the tub tonight? Would that help?”
“Mmm,” Orlando said as his eyes closed. “Sounds wonderful.”
“What time do you finish work?”
“Six.”
“Your bath will be ready and waiting for you at six, then.”
Orlando turned in the circle of Viggo’s arms. “And what about you? Will you be ready and waiting at six?” He asked with a mischievous grin.
“Do you even have to ask?” Viggo bestowed a quick kiss to Orlando’s lips. “Now, don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
“Kicking me out already?”
“No, just reminding you that you have important things to do this afternoon.”
“You’re important,” Orlando pouted.
Viggo leaned forward and caught the plump flesh of Orlando’s lower lip between his teeth before tugging gently. “Glad to hear that, but you’re not doing me, remember? We tried that and it didn’t work,” he teased, causing Orlando’s eyes to widen in surprise. Viggo laughed at the shocked look on Orlando’s face. “Didn’t think I had it in me to tease like that, did you?”
“I… shit… that was…” Orlando chuckled at his inability to form a complete sentence. “What I’m trying to say is that I had hoped one of these days you’d feel comfortable enough to.”
“I’m learning,” Viggo said as he released his hold on the young man and walked to the door. “Now, go talk to Eric.”
“What are you going to do the rest of the day?” Orlando asked as he followed Viggo.
“Don’t know,” Viggo said with a shrug. “Maybe go grab something to eat, go to the gym or lounge by the pool for a little while.”
“Well, whatever you decide to do, enjoy it. I’ll see you later.” Orlando stole one last kiss. “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” Viggo replied as he stood in the open doorway, watching as his lover wound his way through the pool area and disappeared through the glass doors on the other side.
= = =
Eric was in his office, wading through month-end invoices when Orlando popped his head in the door. He looked busy, and normally Orlando would come back at a later time, but he wanted to get an answer as soon as possible so he risked his boss’s ire by barging straight into the office.
“Hey, boss. Got a minute?” Orlando’s grin turned into a grimace as he sat on the corner of Eric’s desk. Okay, he probably shouldn’t have plopped himself down so carelessly.
Eric frowned when he looked up. He noticed the pained look on Orlando’s face and wondered if he and Viggo had already had a falling out. “No, I don’t, but somehow I think that won’t stop you from being here.” Eric pushed away from the desk, resting both hands behind his head, stretching his tired muscles. “Thanks again for your help with the inspection this morning. As always, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Orlando fiddled with a stapler on the desk, working out in his mind how to best phrase his request for time off. He knew how Eric hated to have his employees ask for time off at the last minute, unless it was an emergency.
As soon as Orlando unconsciously chewed on his bottom lip, Eric knew something was going on. He reached over to pull the stapler out of his assistant manager’s hand. “Okay, what’s up, Orli?”
“What makes you think something is up?” Orlando asked as he slid off the desk. He headed for one of the two leather chairs in front of Eric’s desk, wincing again at the slight burn when he sat down.
“Well, one,” Eric held up one finger. “You’re chewing your bottom lip, which I know for a fact is a nervous habit of yours. Two,” he held up two fingers. “You’re in here with me instead of the hotel room you’ve stashed your latest victim in.” He grinned when a faint blush stained Orlando’s cheeks. “And, three, you’re fidgeting like crazy, man. Just spit it out.”
Orlando shook his head, smiling at how well his boss and friend knew him.
“Remember how you’re always telling me to take time off?” Orlando began. “How I have all this time built up and never use it?”
Ahhh, Eric thought, leaning forward to prop his chin on his folded hands. Now they were getting down to the reason why Orlando was here.
“Let me guess,” Eric interrupted. “You want to use the time? I don’t have a problem with that. When did you want to take off? A couple weeks from now? Next month?”
“Tomorrow?” Orlando asked in a quiet voice.
Eric’s eyebrows lifted to his hairline. “Tomorrow? Why so soon?” Eric was a little stunned that Orlando would make such a last minute request, but he was willing to hear him out. He was trying to visualize the schedule, to see whom he could call in to cover for his best employee. The few times that Orlando had taken time off, it had taken two people to do his job. “And for how long?” Eric added to his list of questions.
“I know this is desperately last minute,” Orlando shifted in his seat, still trying to keep from moving too much, “and I apologize for that. You know I don’t make requests that will put you in a bind here at the hotel. It’s just that there is a potential business venture that Viggo and I would like to check out in California and it’s been set up for this weekend.” Orlando looked hopefully at his boss. “That is, if I can get the time off.”
“A business venture?” Eric repeated. “What type of business venture?” Now his curiosity was piqued.
“I’d rather not say right now, but I promise if things pan out like we hope they will, I’ll tell you everything. I just don’t want to jinx it.”
“I see,” Eric murmured quietly before taking a deep breath and turning to his computer. A few taps on his keyboard later and the employee schedule appeared onscreen.
Orlando slipped his thumb into his mouth, nervously chewing on the nail as he watched his boss. The only sounds were the clicking of the keys and the occasional humming sound Eric made as he perused the screen.
“Well, it won’t be easy. I’ll need to make a few phone calls, but I don’t see a problem with it.”
The grin that appeared lit up Orlando’s entire face. “Oh that’s brilliant, Eric!” He leapt out of his chair, ignoring the twinge in his backside, and rounded the desk to hug his friend tightly. “I can’t thank you enough for this. I definitely owe you one.”
Eric blushed to his roots and patted Orlando on the back. “Yeah, well, make sure that you go over what needs to be done with Billy when he gets in later today. Now get the hell out of my office so I can get some work done.”
“I will,” Orlando laughed when he extracted himself from Eric’s embrace. He turned when he got to the door of the office. “Thanks again, Eric. I really…”
“Go…” Eric’s focus was back on the invoices scattered across his desk as he shooed Orlando out the door with a growl, though he smiled when he heard Orlando giggling as he walked away.
= = =
As soon as Orlando got back to his own office, he called Viggo’s room. When the call wasn’t picked up, he tried Viggo’s cell. Listening to it ring, he mentally made a list of all the travel preparations he needed to make. Orlando was startled a bit when the call rolled over to his lover’s voice mail.
“Hey, Vig. I guess you’re out getting something to eat. I’ve got good news. I just talked to Eric and he gave me the weekend off. Sooo… give Father Ian a call and have him go ahead and let his friends know we’ll be coming. As soon as I hang up here, I’m going to call the airline and make reservations for tomorrow. I’ll… um. I’ll meet you in the room tonight at six when I get off so we can celebrate. Love you. Bye.”
Pressing the end button on his phone, Orlando could not wipe the smile from his face, even if someone had paid him. He couldn’t believe how quickly everything was happening, but he wouldn’t change any of it. He believed in miracles, and this was certainly one of them.
After securing two seats on the mid-morning flight from JFK to San Francisco, as well as making arrangements for a rental car for the weekend, Orlando spent the rest of the afternoon going over last minute details with Billy.
They had worked together for a few years and got along really well. Billy seemed genuinely happy when Orlando told him about Viggo. He’d often teased Orlando in the past about the various men he’d been involved with, affectionately dubbed as his “harem”, but Billy could tell just by the way Orlando was talking about Viggo that this one was different and he couldn’t be happier for his friend.
Throughout the afternoon, Billy had lost count the number of times Orlando’s eyes had slid to the clock, counting down the minutes until quitting time. Or shagging time, Billy thought with a grin.
When six o’clock rolled around, Orlando made a beeline to room 128 and woe to anyone who got in his way.
= = =
Later that evening, after dining on a light meal from room service, the two men shared a glass of wine while relaxing in the oversized tub in their room. Orlando relished the opportunity of having Viggo relaxed and comfortable, sitting between Orlando’s legs and leaning back against the younger man’s chest.
They talked about their plans and what they’d like to have in their combined future, as well as what their next move would be if things didn’t go as they hoped in California. When the water turned cold, they decided to move to the bed, hoping to make love before getting some rest before their big day started tomorrow. Unfortunately, Viggo’s body had other plans, because as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was sound asleep.
At first Orlando was disappointed, but that quickly faded when he looked down at the serene expression on Viggo’s face. The day had been an emotional roller coaster for the man and Orlando knew that if the tables had been turned, he would be the one sleeping off his exhaustion.
It worried him that Viggo was jealous of the previous men that had been in Orlando’s life and knew that it was going to take time for them to work everything out. Hopefully they’d be able to find a place where it wouldn’t matter what was in their past, that only the future would matter.
Orlando reached over and brushed a few strands of blond hair out of Viggo’s face, before laying his head on Viggo’s chest, right where he could hear a strong heartbeat.
“Oh, Vig, when will you realize that there'll never be anyone else in my life? You're all I'll ever need.”
Part 22