The Hidden Meaning of Handcuffs.
Title: The Hidden Meaning of Handcuffs
Author: jeyhawk
Series: Nope!
Rating: NC17
Pairing: VM/OB
Summary: Orlando can’t fall in love with Viggo, but you know… Shit happens!
Disclaimer: This is not true! Absolutely not. I’m lying myself blue here. :0)
Feedback: Pretty please.
Archive: List archive, jeyhawk_fic
Beta: mesnica
Dedication: For mesnica because it was her request.
Warnings: Only the usual. Bad language and lots of man on man action. There is
Notes: This is the first of my Fandom Freewrite fic, written for the ever lovely mesnica. If you haven’t yet made a request please do so here.
mesnica requested:
Location: NZ please
Type of fic: first-time
Inspiration:
flat on my back
in a lonely sprawl
i stare at the ceiling
'cause i can not fall
asleep tonight
no not at all
head lights flash
across my bedroom wall
crying eyes open
'cause i can not fall
in love with you
no not at all
Four words: incense, rain, perspective, sobriety
One thing: hand cuffs
Orlando stared at the roof, hoping that it would give him some answers. None seemed to be forthcoming, but if he squinted just like that there was a crack in the plaster that looked like a pair of handcuffs. He wondered if that meant something, maybe that the answer to all of his problems would be cuffing Viggo to an immovable object and forgetting all about him. Only he doubted he would be able to forget Viggo: his smile, his voice, the way he tilted his head when he really listened. It was all embedded so deeply into Orlando's brain that he found it impossible not to remember, even for a while. Why had Viggo happened to him? What had he done to deserve this? His life had been fine before Viggo happened, not a fucking cloud on the horizon. Suddenly he'd had the world at his feet, a part in a new big movie, money coming into his bank account and a bunch of new great friends. But now he also had Viggo in his brain and there seemed to be room for nothing else, not even one coherent fucking thought.
He didn't want to fall in love; he would in fact struggle against it to the point of no return, if only Viggo could be bothered to play along. But no, the older man kept being gorgeous, smart, funny and sweet, and damned if he didn't show interest in Orlando as well in his quiet quirky little way. Orlando just wanted to hit him with something, like an unidentified blunt object. Okay, so maybe Orlando was reading too much into things, his brain did have a tendency to mull every little thing Viggo said over until it drove him mad, especially since Viggo could be quite the talker when he was in the mood.
Orlando rolled over so that he was lying on his stomach. It didn't help. He still felt like shit and there was still only Viggo on his mind. He sighed and pushed himself up until he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Maybe he should go out with the hobbits after all; maybe music and booze would keep his mind off Viggo for at least a few hours. It was too bad he didn't recognize a bad idea when it practically hit him on the forehead.
~*~
Some hours later found Orlando pleasantly drunk and on his way home. Well, not home exactly but at least heading in the right direction. He had this notion that he'd just walk past Viggo's house to see what the older man was doing. He should be asleep, it being in the middle of the night, but Orlando just wanted to make sure he was not up to something…funny. It could have been a good idea to wait for sobriety to happen before going anywhere near Viggo's house, but he was just drunk enough not to care.
Viggo's house looked dark when he got there, but he decided to peek in through the living room window anyway, just to be sure that the older man wasn't lurking about. It wasn't the best idea he'd ever had, especially not since there was a big mother-fucking bush in the way, but he went through with it anyway. Peeking in through the window went well - he didn't see a thing - it was the sneaking away thing that failed miserably. He stumbled over the bush, fell backwards and knocked over a metallic bucket filled with stones that someone must have put there just to make an ungodly amount of noise.
"Ow," he said to no one in particular and looked up at the stars from his new vantage point on his back.
In his periphery vision he could see the light being turned on in Viggo's bedroom. He decided not to care; he was quite comfortable where he was and there was this one installment of stars that looked just like a pair of handcuffs if he turned his head to the side and not quite looked at it. The front door opened and he heard someone coming down the front steps. That someone better be Viggo or he was afraid he'd start to cry.
"Orlando," Viggo said; he didn't phrase it like a question and his tone of voice implied that it explained a lot of things.
"Yes," Orlando replied; there didn't seem to be much else to say.
"What are you doing?" Viggo asked.
"Looking at the stars. Does that look like a pair of handcuffs to you?" Orlando pointed and Viggo obligingly looked.
"No," Viggo said after a while. "This is a pair of handcuffs."
Orlando looked at him and there really was a pair of handcuffs dangling from his hand, which didn't seem half as important as the fact that Viggo was bare-chested.
"Why did you bring a pair of handcuffs?" Orlando asked, ignoring the part of his brain that went guuuuuuuh.
"Well I didn't know it was you lying in my flower bed," Viggo answered.
"Again I ask… Why did you bring a pair of handcuffs?" It really made no sense.
Viggo didn't answer, he just smiled Mysterious Smile #3. Orlando recognized it. Viggo had used it just last week after saying that Orlando looked cute wearing a bandana to protect the Legolas wig.
"Do you want to come inside?" Viggo asked.
"Yes," Orlando answered since he still hadn't learned to recognize bad ideas.
Viggo helped him to his feet and Orlando was very reluctant to let go of Viggo's hand once he was on his feet. It felt so right embracing his, but he managed to release it at the right moment, just before Viggo could try to forcibly pull it out of his vice like grip. Orlando had been in Viggo's house many times before, but it looked different to him now in the dark, or maybe it was just him feeling different. Being in Viggo's home at this hour felt intimate and he could hardly breathe due to the solid presence of Viggo walking in behind him. He heard the door close and the lock click into place; he was trapped and he didn't mind at all.
"Are you terribly drunk?" Viggo asked behind him so he turned around.
"Why do you ask?"
"I just want to be sure I'm not taking advantage of you," Viggo answered as he moved closer and put his hands on Orlando's hips.
Orlando's eyes fluttered close and he smiled. "I know what I'm doing," he answered and Viggo kissed him.
There was nothing hesitant about the kiss. Viggo knew what he wanted and took it. His tongue snaked its way into Orlando's mouth and his arms went around Orlando's waist, pulling their bodies flush together. Orlando moaned into the kiss and wound his arms around Viggo's neck. He'd thought it would feel strange to kiss another man, but it just felt like the best thing in the world. The kiss went on for what felt like forever, both of them reluctant to break apart. Their tongues had found a perfect rhythm and their bodies fit together seamlessly. It was Orlando that finally broke the kiss to gasp for air, thinking that Viggo was either a deep-sea diver or he could remember how to breathe through his nose even during a kiss like that.
"That was…" Viggo started.
"WOW," Orlando filled in and felt Viggo smile against his lips.
Orlando shifted, incidentally dragging his hard cock against Viggo's thigh, and bit back a moan; he couldn't remember when he'd last been this turned on.
"Don't hold back," Viggo said ghosting his lips along Orlando's jaw line. "I want to hear every of your responses."
Viggo nipped at one of his earlobes and this time Orlando did moan out loud.
"You don't have to worry about that," Orlando said with a shaky little laugh. "I've been told I'm quite loud."
"Good," Viggo purred and kissed him again.
The second time around was even hotter as exploration made way for need. Their tongues tangled almost desperately; teeth clashed as they tried to get even closer. Viggo's hands found the sensitive skin of Orlando's smaller back and Orlando pressed himself closer, undulating against the hardness pressing into his hip. He would have expected some hesitance; he might have come to terms with being bisexual, but he'd never actually as much as snogged another man. Viggo made it feel so right though there wasn't a doubt in his mind, not even when Viggo started steering him towards the bedroom.
Along the way Orlando lost his jacket, his shoes and his shirt, until the bare skin of their upper bodies pressed together. He'd never experienced anything as erotic as the hair on Viggo's chest rubbing against his erect nipples. They missed the doorway to the bedroom so Orlando ended up pressed against the wall with Viggo's thigh between his legs; it wasn't a bad place to be. Suddenly Viggo stopped kissing him and lifted a hand up to run his fingers over the bare shaven side of his head.
"Is this okay?" he asked. "I don't want you to regret it come morning."
"Yeah," Orlando answered in a whisper since he really didn't trust his voice.
Viggo smiled and kissed him again, this time softer, taking his time to explore every part of Orlando's mouth. Orlando moaned into the kiss and pushed his hips restlessly against Viggo's leg. He wanted to get horizontal as soon as possible or he would come in his pants.
"Bedroom now," he ordered, pulling free from the kiss.
Viggo chuckled and stepped back, letting go of Orlando. Orlando regretted the loss of contact but he really liked the full frontal view of Viggo. The older man was simply stunning; worn jeans hung low on his hips making it blatantly obvious that he was wearing no underwear and Orlando couldn't get enough of his hairy well defined chest. It was just so hot.
"See something you like?" Viggo asked.
Orlando unconsciously licked his lips. "Yeah."
Viggo chuckled again, his hands going to the zipper. He popped the top button open before sloooowly pulling the zipper down. Orlando whimpered, reaching down to rub at his own bulge that was demanding attention quite forcefully. Viggo's eyes riveted to Orlando's hand, following its every move as he pushed his jeans down over his hips. Orlando gasped as Viggo's cock sprang free, curling towards his stomach. It was exquisite, long and thick with drops of moisture collecting on the tip of the mushroom head. He squeezed his own cock as he let his eyes trail down the prominent vein on the underside and caress the heavy sac.
"Would you..." Viggo's voice broke. "Would you take your pants off?"
Orlando obliged, swallowing as Viggo curled a hand around his cock and jerked it lazily. His own cock wasn't as big as the older man's but somehow he just knew that Viggo wouldn't mind if he had the smallest cock in the world. He pushed his pants down and bent down to take off his socks as well. Viggo moaned and Orlando supposed he liked the view. He straightened and caressed himself through his plaid cotton boxers that were damp with precum. This time it was Viggo that licked his lips as he watched Orlando's hand moving slowly up and down the clearly visible bulge.
"Take them off…please," he croaked.
Orlando gave himself one last lingering caress and pushed the boxers down, moaning in relief as his cock sprang free from its confines. Viggo hardly let him finish before he pounced, steering both of them into the bedroom until they landed on the bed in a tangled heap with Viggo on top. Orlando squirmed, groaning when the movement made their naked bodies rub together. If Viggo didn't fuck him soon he would go crazy. He blinked, wondering when he'd decided that he was a bottom, but looking at Viggo he wouldn't want it any other way. He just hoped Viggo was on the same page.
Somehow they managed to crawl up the bed until Orlando had a pillow under his head and Viggo between his spread legs. It might just be the hottest position he'd ever been in.
"I don't think I can take much more foreplay," Orlando confessed, his voice hoarse with lust.
"There hasn't been any foreplay," Viggo replied.
Orlando groaned, arching his back to rub against Viggo. "I don't care," he said.
Viggo smiled and bent down to kiss him, moaning into Orlando's mouth as Orlando wrapped both arms and legs around him. Viggo's cock was rubbing against Orlando's stomach and the simple need to feel it inside of him surprised Orlando. He'd never been fucked, yet it was the only thing he could think of now. Viggo broke the kiss only to start kissing a trail down Orlando's body, stopping to nip at an erect nipple. Orlando made a strangled sound deep in his throat as he fought against his urge to come.
"Viggo," he gasped. "If you don't stop I'm gonna cum right now."
Viggo lifted his head and looked at him, licking his finger with studious care. Still watching Orlando's face, he used his wet fingertips to tease Orlando's nipple. Painting a circle around it, he granted the sensitive nub only the slightest of touches. Orlando bit his lower lip, forcing himself to keep eye contact even though his eyes wanted to roll back into their sockets. Smiling slightly Viggo suddenly pinched his nipples and with a strangled cry Orlando was coming, his seed pumping out against Viggo's stomach. He tried to keep eye contact but in the end he had to give up, letting his head flop back against the pillow as his orgasm rolled through him. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd come without any direct stimuli to his cock and he felt slightly silly, but he had warned Viggo after all.
"You're beautiful when you come," Viggo said, his voice full of emotion. "Just beautiful."
Orlando smiled and leaned up to kiss him, fighting the lethargy that was pulling on his eyelids.
"Your pillows smells like incense," he said because it was the first thing that came into his mind.
"And you taste like rain," Viggo replied.
They smiled at each other for a few moments.
"So… wanna fuck me?" Orlando said and broke the mood because he could feel Viggo's erection like steel against his hip.
"Oh yeah," Viggo replied, shifting away of him for a few seconds as he rummaged through the nightstand and came up with condoms and lube.
Orlando didn't know if he really liked that Viggo kept the supplies so handy, but he decided not to press the issue until after they'd fucked. Viggo put the supplies beside Orlando on the bed after slicking up his fingers. Orlando watched with interest as Viggo reached down between his legs and he spread them to give Viggo better access. He moaned when Viggo's slick fingers found his hole and circled around it.
"Oh yeah," he sighed as one finger found its way inside of him, then he tensed up as he suddenly realized he should tell Viggo that he'd never done this before. He wasn't afraid, somehow he knew that Viggo would go slow and make it good, but the older man would feel terribly guilty if he'd found out afterwards that it had been Orlando's first time.
"Something wrong?" Viggo asked, reacting to Orlando's sudden tenseness. "Should I stop?"'
"Don't you dare," Orlando responded. "I just thought… It's just… I've never done this before."
Viggo blinked and stopped his light stretching motion. "You never had sex before?"
"Not with a man."
"I…"
Orlando could see the doubts flitting over Viggo's face. He was wondering just how much Orlando had really drunk, if Orlando would hate him tomorrow and if he was taking advantage.
"I want this Viggo," Orlando said softly. "There is no one I'd rather be with than you."
Viggo smiled hesitantly and his eyes begged for reassurance.
Orlando closed his eyes for comfort and said the words he'd swore to himself he would never say. "I love you."
"Look at me," Viggo said.
Orlando opened his eyes and looked into Viggo's blue grey ones. "I love you," he said again, amazed at how right those words sounded on his tongue.
Viggo opened his mouth to say something but Orlando stopped him with a finger to his lips. "Don't say anything," he said softly. "I don't want to hear it."
Viggo's eyes were incredibly soft as he bent down to kiss Orlando at the same time as he pushed his finger deeper into Orlando's body. Orlando moaned into the kiss, hardly even noticing when Viggo replaced one finger with two. His cock was magically resurrected, rubbing against Viggo in a very pleasurably manner as they kissed. Viggo broke the kiss, pulling away to look at his face as he added more lube and pushed into him with three fingers. Orlando gasped as the pleasure tinged with a slight burn, then Viggo crooked his fingers and he forgot all about pain. White-hot pleasure surged through his body and he arched off the bed with a whimper. He supposed Viggo had found his prostate. He'd never been able to locate it himself but now he realized he should have tried harder; it was all a matter of perspective.
"You like that?" Viggo asked.
"God, yeah," Orlando gasped.
Viggo kept fucking him with three fingers, making sure to stretch him wide open, brushing his prostate every now and then. When he finally withdrew his fingers, Orlando was in a happy place and couldn't wait for that big cock to fill him up completely. He watched through half lidded eyes as Viggo pulled on a condom and lubed himself up, spreading his legs wide to accommodate for Viggo's bulk.
"It might be easier on your knees," Viggo said.
Orlando shook his head for an answer; he was too content to move. Viggo lay down on top of him and claimed his lips in a searing kiss. The both moaned into the kiss as Viggo started to enter him slowly, showing a lot more restraint than Orlando thought he could have mustered if the positions were reversed. Orlando clutched at Viggo's shoulders as the older man slowly pushed in until he was fully sheathed. It burned somewhat fierce but strangely it felt good as well.
"Are you okay?" Viggo asked, looking down at him with a look of concentration on his face.
Orlando nodded. "I think…" He shifted his hips and groaned when pleasure surged through him. "You can move," he finished weakly.
Viggo smiled and started a gentle rocking motion as he bent down to kiss Orlando again. Their tongues danced while Orlando got used to the intrusion. Then he moved his hands lower, clutching at Viggo's ass to get him to thrust harder and Viggo tore his mouth free to moan. Soon Viggo was thrusting into him with abandon, making Orlando moan with every move. He ran his hands all over Viggo's body, letting his fingers rub over unfamiliar skin. The older man sped up the force of his thrust when Orlando found his nipples and pinched them, making both of them moan loudly. After a few more thrust Orlando reached down and found his own neglected erection, grabbing it and spreading the precum over the head peeking out of its foreskin. He was close to coming already so he didn't start stroking himself, he just held it in his hand as he tried to keep his focus on Viggo. The older man was watching him, his mouth open as he breathed in gasps.
"You close?" he asked.
"Yeah," Orlando moaned.
Viggo bent down to kiss him, batted Orlando's hand away and replaced it with his own. Orlando whimpered into the kiss as he passed pleasure and headed for rapture. He'd never felt so good in his life; everything from Viggo's cock inside of him to the sheets under his back was just right. Viggo's hand was hot on his cock, pulling it in time with his thrusts. Orlando trashed his head from side to side.
"Yeah, that's it," he moaned. "Oh…god…yeah."
"Can you come with me?" Viggo gasped.
"Oh…yeah," Orlando groaned out.
Viggo gave a couple of more hard thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt inside Orlando. Orlando arched his back, spilling over Viggo's hand as he screamed his name, and came harder than he ever had before. He dimly registered that Viggo ground out his name before collapsing on top of him. Orlando made a small sound and put his arms around Viggo, making sure he wouldn't go anywhere.
"You okay," Viggo murmured against his ear.
"Yeah," Orlando answered. "Tired."
Viggo chuckled and rolled off of him despite Orlando's protest. Orlando dimly registered that Viggo got rid of the condom and cleaned them both off with paper tissues, conveniently placed beside the bed. Then Viggo was back beside him, pulling him close, and he managed just enough higher brain functions to roll into Viggo's arms and put his head on his chest. Viggo shifted a little and pulled the cover up over them.
"Goodnight," he whispered, kissing the top of Orlando's head.
"Night," Orlando answered.
"And Orli…"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
~The End~
Author: jeyhawk
Series: Nope!
Rating: NC17
Pairing: VM/OB
Summary: Orlando can’t fall in love with Viggo, but you know… Shit happens!
Disclaimer: This is not true! Absolutely not. I’m lying myself blue here. :0)
Feedback: Pretty please.
Archive: List archive, jeyhawk_fic
Beta: mesnica
Dedication: For mesnica because it was her request.
Warnings: Only the usual. Bad language and lots of man on man action. There is
Notes: This is the first of my Fandom Freewrite fic, written for the ever lovely mesnica. If you haven’t yet made a request please do so here.
mesnica requested:
Location: NZ please
Type of fic: first-time
Inspiration:
flat on my back
in a lonely sprawl
i stare at the ceiling
'cause i can not fall
asleep tonight
no not at all
head lights flash
across my bedroom wall
crying eyes open
'cause i can not fall
in love with you
no not at all
Four words: incense, rain, perspective, sobriety
One thing: hand cuffs
Orlando stared at the roof, hoping that it would give him some answers. None seemed to be forthcoming, but if he squinted just like that there was a crack in the plaster that looked like a pair of handcuffs. He wondered if that meant something, maybe that the answer to all of his problems would be cuffing Viggo to an immovable object and forgetting all about him. Only he doubted he would be able to forget Viggo: his smile, his voice, the way he tilted his head when he really listened. It was all embedded so deeply into Orlando's brain that he found it impossible not to remember, even for a while. Why had Viggo happened to him? What had he done to deserve this? His life had been fine before Viggo happened, not a fucking cloud on the horizon. Suddenly he'd had the world at his feet, a part in a new big movie, money coming into his bank account and a bunch of new great friends. But now he also had Viggo in his brain and there seemed to be room for nothing else, not even one coherent fucking thought.
He didn't want to fall in love; he would in fact struggle against it to the point of no return, if only Viggo could be bothered to play along. But no, the older man kept being gorgeous, smart, funny and sweet, and damned if he didn't show interest in Orlando as well in his quiet quirky little way. Orlando just wanted to hit him with something, like an unidentified blunt object. Okay, so maybe Orlando was reading too much into things, his brain did have a tendency to mull every little thing Viggo said over until it drove him mad, especially since Viggo could be quite the talker when he was in the mood.
Orlando rolled over so that he was lying on his stomach. It didn't help. He still felt like shit and there was still only Viggo on his mind. He sighed and pushed himself up until he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Maybe he should go out with the hobbits after all; maybe music and booze would keep his mind off Viggo for at least a few hours. It was too bad he didn't recognize a bad idea when it practically hit him on the forehead.
~*~
Some hours later found Orlando pleasantly drunk and on his way home. Well, not home exactly but at least heading in the right direction. He had this notion that he'd just walk past Viggo's house to see what the older man was doing. He should be asleep, it being in the middle of the night, but Orlando just wanted to make sure he was not up to something…funny. It could have been a good idea to wait for sobriety to happen before going anywhere near Viggo's house, but he was just drunk enough not to care.
Viggo's house looked dark when he got there, but he decided to peek in through the living room window anyway, just to be sure that the older man wasn't lurking about. It wasn't the best idea he'd ever had, especially not since there was a big mother-fucking bush in the way, but he went through with it anyway. Peeking in through the window went well - he didn't see a thing - it was the sneaking away thing that failed miserably. He stumbled over the bush, fell backwards and knocked over a metallic bucket filled with stones that someone must have put there just to make an ungodly amount of noise.
"Ow," he said to no one in particular and looked up at the stars from his new vantage point on his back.
In his periphery vision he could see the light being turned on in Viggo's bedroom. He decided not to care; he was quite comfortable where he was and there was this one installment of stars that looked just like a pair of handcuffs if he turned his head to the side and not quite looked at it. The front door opened and he heard someone coming down the front steps. That someone better be Viggo or he was afraid he'd start to cry.
"Orlando," Viggo said; he didn't phrase it like a question and his tone of voice implied that it explained a lot of things.
"Yes," Orlando replied; there didn't seem to be much else to say.
"What are you doing?" Viggo asked.
"Looking at the stars. Does that look like a pair of handcuffs to you?" Orlando pointed and Viggo obligingly looked.
"No," Viggo said after a while. "This is a pair of handcuffs."
Orlando looked at him and there really was a pair of handcuffs dangling from his hand, which didn't seem half as important as the fact that Viggo was bare-chested.
"Why did you bring a pair of handcuffs?" Orlando asked, ignoring the part of his brain that went guuuuuuuh.
"Well I didn't know it was you lying in my flower bed," Viggo answered.
"Again I ask… Why did you bring a pair of handcuffs?" It really made no sense.
Viggo didn't answer, he just smiled Mysterious Smile #3. Orlando recognized it. Viggo had used it just last week after saying that Orlando looked cute wearing a bandana to protect the Legolas wig.
"Do you want to come inside?" Viggo asked.
"Yes," Orlando answered since he still hadn't learned to recognize bad ideas.
Viggo helped him to his feet and Orlando was very reluctant to let go of Viggo's hand once he was on his feet. It felt so right embracing his, but he managed to release it at the right moment, just before Viggo could try to forcibly pull it out of his vice like grip. Orlando had been in Viggo's house many times before, but it looked different to him now in the dark, or maybe it was just him feeling different. Being in Viggo's home at this hour felt intimate and he could hardly breathe due to the solid presence of Viggo walking in behind him. He heard the door close and the lock click into place; he was trapped and he didn't mind at all.
"Are you terribly drunk?" Viggo asked behind him so he turned around.
"Why do you ask?"
"I just want to be sure I'm not taking advantage of you," Viggo answered as he moved closer and put his hands on Orlando's hips.
Orlando's eyes fluttered close and he smiled. "I know what I'm doing," he answered and Viggo kissed him.
There was nothing hesitant about the kiss. Viggo knew what he wanted and took it. His tongue snaked its way into Orlando's mouth and his arms went around Orlando's waist, pulling their bodies flush together. Orlando moaned into the kiss and wound his arms around Viggo's neck. He'd thought it would feel strange to kiss another man, but it just felt like the best thing in the world. The kiss went on for what felt like forever, both of them reluctant to break apart. Their tongues had found a perfect rhythm and their bodies fit together seamlessly. It was Orlando that finally broke the kiss to gasp for air, thinking that Viggo was either a deep-sea diver or he could remember how to breathe through his nose even during a kiss like that.
"That was…" Viggo started.
"WOW," Orlando filled in and felt Viggo smile against his lips.
Orlando shifted, incidentally dragging his hard cock against Viggo's thigh, and bit back a moan; he couldn't remember when he'd last been this turned on.
"Don't hold back," Viggo said ghosting his lips along Orlando's jaw line. "I want to hear every of your responses."
Viggo nipped at one of his earlobes and this time Orlando did moan out loud.
"You don't have to worry about that," Orlando said with a shaky little laugh. "I've been told I'm quite loud."
"Good," Viggo purred and kissed him again.
The second time around was even hotter as exploration made way for need. Their tongues tangled almost desperately; teeth clashed as they tried to get even closer. Viggo's hands found the sensitive skin of Orlando's smaller back and Orlando pressed himself closer, undulating against the hardness pressing into his hip. He would have expected some hesitance; he might have come to terms with being bisexual, but he'd never actually as much as snogged another man. Viggo made it feel so right though there wasn't a doubt in his mind, not even when Viggo started steering him towards the bedroom.
Along the way Orlando lost his jacket, his shoes and his shirt, until the bare skin of their upper bodies pressed together. He'd never experienced anything as erotic as the hair on Viggo's chest rubbing against his erect nipples. They missed the doorway to the bedroom so Orlando ended up pressed against the wall with Viggo's thigh between his legs; it wasn't a bad place to be. Suddenly Viggo stopped kissing him and lifted a hand up to run his fingers over the bare shaven side of his head.
"Is this okay?" he asked. "I don't want you to regret it come morning."
"Yeah," Orlando answered in a whisper since he really didn't trust his voice.
Viggo smiled and kissed him again, this time softer, taking his time to explore every part of Orlando's mouth. Orlando moaned into the kiss and pushed his hips restlessly against Viggo's leg. He wanted to get horizontal as soon as possible or he would come in his pants.
"Bedroom now," he ordered, pulling free from the kiss.
Viggo chuckled and stepped back, letting go of Orlando. Orlando regretted the loss of contact but he really liked the full frontal view of Viggo. The older man was simply stunning; worn jeans hung low on his hips making it blatantly obvious that he was wearing no underwear and Orlando couldn't get enough of his hairy well defined chest. It was just so hot.
"See something you like?" Viggo asked.
Orlando unconsciously licked his lips. "Yeah."
Viggo chuckled again, his hands going to the zipper. He popped the top button open before sloooowly pulling the zipper down. Orlando whimpered, reaching down to rub at his own bulge that was demanding attention quite forcefully. Viggo's eyes riveted to Orlando's hand, following its every move as he pushed his jeans down over his hips. Orlando gasped as Viggo's cock sprang free, curling towards his stomach. It was exquisite, long and thick with drops of moisture collecting on the tip of the mushroom head. He squeezed his own cock as he let his eyes trail down the prominent vein on the underside and caress the heavy sac.
"Would you..." Viggo's voice broke. "Would you take your pants off?"
Orlando obliged, swallowing as Viggo curled a hand around his cock and jerked it lazily. His own cock wasn't as big as the older man's but somehow he just knew that Viggo wouldn't mind if he had the smallest cock in the world. He pushed his pants down and bent down to take off his socks as well. Viggo moaned and Orlando supposed he liked the view. He straightened and caressed himself through his plaid cotton boxers that were damp with precum. This time it was Viggo that licked his lips as he watched Orlando's hand moving slowly up and down the clearly visible bulge.
"Take them off…please," he croaked.
Orlando gave himself one last lingering caress and pushed the boxers down, moaning in relief as his cock sprang free from its confines. Viggo hardly let him finish before he pounced, steering both of them into the bedroom until they landed on the bed in a tangled heap with Viggo on top. Orlando squirmed, groaning when the movement made their naked bodies rub together. If Viggo didn't fuck him soon he would go crazy. He blinked, wondering when he'd decided that he was a bottom, but looking at Viggo he wouldn't want it any other way. He just hoped Viggo was on the same page.
Somehow they managed to crawl up the bed until Orlando had a pillow under his head and Viggo between his spread legs. It might just be the hottest position he'd ever been in.
"I don't think I can take much more foreplay," Orlando confessed, his voice hoarse with lust.
"There hasn't been any foreplay," Viggo replied.
Orlando groaned, arching his back to rub against Viggo. "I don't care," he said.
Viggo smiled and bent down to kiss him, moaning into Orlando's mouth as Orlando wrapped both arms and legs around him. Viggo's cock was rubbing against Orlando's stomach and the simple need to feel it inside of him surprised Orlando. He'd never been fucked, yet it was the only thing he could think of now. Viggo broke the kiss only to start kissing a trail down Orlando's body, stopping to nip at an erect nipple. Orlando made a strangled sound deep in his throat as he fought against his urge to come.
"Viggo," he gasped. "If you don't stop I'm gonna cum right now."
Viggo lifted his head and looked at him, licking his finger with studious care. Still watching Orlando's face, he used his wet fingertips to tease Orlando's nipple. Painting a circle around it, he granted the sensitive nub only the slightest of touches. Orlando bit his lower lip, forcing himself to keep eye contact even though his eyes wanted to roll back into their sockets. Smiling slightly Viggo suddenly pinched his nipples and with a strangled cry Orlando was coming, his seed pumping out against Viggo's stomach. He tried to keep eye contact but in the end he had to give up, letting his head flop back against the pillow as his orgasm rolled through him. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd come without any direct stimuli to his cock and he felt slightly silly, but he had warned Viggo after all.
"You're beautiful when you come," Viggo said, his voice full of emotion. "Just beautiful."
Orlando smiled and leaned up to kiss him, fighting the lethargy that was pulling on his eyelids.
"Your pillows smells like incense," he said because it was the first thing that came into his mind.
"And you taste like rain," Viggo replied.
They smiled at each other for a few moments.
"So… wanna fuck me?" Orlando said and broke the mood because he could feel Viggo's erection like steel against his hip.
"Oh yeah," Viggo replied, shifting away of him for a few seconds as he rummaged through the nightstand and came up with condoms and lube.
Orlando didn't know if he really liked that Viggo kept the supplies so handy, but he decided not to press the issue until after they'd fucked. Viggo put the supplies beside Orlando on the bed after slicking up his fingers. Orlando watched with interest as Viggo reached down between his legs and he spread them to give Viggo better access. He moaned when Viggo's slick fingers found his hole and circled around it.
"Oh yeah," he sighed as one finger found its way inside of him, then he tensed up as he suddenly realized he should tell Viggo that he'd never done this before. He wasn't afraid, somehow he knew that Viggo would go slow and make it good, but the older man would feel terribly guilty if he'd found out afterwards that it had been Orlando's first time.
"Something wrong?" Viggo asked, reacting to Orlando's sudden tenseness. "Should I stop?"'
"Don't you dare," Orlando responded. "I just thought… It's just… I've never done this before."
Viggo blinked and stopped his light stretching motion. "You never had sex before?"
"Not with a man."
"I…"
Orlando could see the doubts flitting over Viggo's face. He was wondering just how much Orlando had really drunk, if Orlando would hate him tomorrow and if he was taking advantage.
"I want this Viggo," Orlando said softly. "There is no one I'd rather be with than you."
Viggo smiled hesitantly and his eyes begged for reassurance.
Orlando closed his eyes for comfort and said the words he'd swore to himself he would never say. "I love you."
"Look at me," Viggo said.
Orlando opened his eyes and looked into Viggo's blue grey ones. "I love you," he said again, amazed at how right those words sounded on his tongue.
Viggo opened his mouth to say something but Orlando stopped him with a finger to his lips. "Don't say anything," he said softly. "I don't want to hear it."
Viggo's eyes were incredibly soft as he bent down to kiss Orlando at the same time as he pushed his finger deeper into Orlando's body. Orlando moaned into the kiss, hardly even noticing when Viggo replaced one finger with two. His cock was magically resurrected, rubbing against Viggo in a very pleasurably manner as they kissed. Viggo broke the kiss, pulling away to look at his face as he added more lube and pushed into him with three fingers. Orlando gasped as the pleasure tinged with a slight burn, then Viggo crooked his fingers and he forgot all about pain. White-hot pleasure surged through his body and he arched off the bed with a whimper. He supposed Viggo had found his prostate. He'd never been able to locate it himself but now he realized he should have tried harder; it was all a matter of perspective.
"You like that?" Viggo asked.
"God, yeah," Orlando gasped.
Viggo kept fucking him with three fingers, making sure to stretch him wide open, brushing his prostate every now and then. When he finally withdrew his fingers, Orlando was in a happy place and couldn't wait for that big cock to fill him up completely. He watched through half lidded eyes as Viggo pulled on a condom and lubed himself up, spreading his legs wide to accommodate for Viggo's bulk.
"It might be easier on your knees," Viggo said.
Orlando shook his head for an answer; he was too content to move. Viggo lay down on top of him and claimed his lips in a searing kiss. The both moaned into the kiss as Viggo started to enter him slowly, showing a lot more restraint than Orlando thought he could have mustered if the positions were reversed. Orlando clutched at Viggo's shoulders as the older man slowly pushed in until he was fully sheathed. It burned somewhat fierce but strangely it felt good as well.
"Are you okay?" Viggo asked, looking down at him with a look of concentration on his face.
Orlando nodded. "I think…" He shifted his hips and groaned when pleasure surged through him. "You can move," he finished weakly.
Viggo smiled and started a gentle rocking motion as he bent down to kiss Orlando again. Their tongues danced while Orlando got used to the intrusion. Then he moved his hands lower, clutching at Viggo's ass to get him to thrust harder and Viggo tore his mouth free to moan. Soon Viggo was thrusting into him with abandon, making Orlando moan with every move. He ran his hands all over Viggo's body, letting his fingers rub over unfamiliar skin. The older man sped up the force of his thrust when Orlando found his nipples and pinched them, making both of them moan loudly. After a few more thrust Orlando reached down and found his own neglected erection, grabbing it and spreading the precum over the head peeking out of its foreskin. He was close to coming already so he didn't start stroking himself, he just held it in his hand as he tried to keep his focus on Viggo. The older man was watching him, his mouth open as he breathed in gasps.
"You close?" he asked.
"Yeah," Orlando moaned.
Viggo bent down to kiss him, batted Orlando's hand away and replaced it with his own. Orlando whimpered into the kiss as he passed pleasure and headed for rapture. He'd never felt so good in his life; everything from Viggo's cock inside of him to the sheets under his back was just right. Viggo's hand was hot on his cock, pulling it in time with his thrusts. Orlando trashed his head from side to side.
"Yeah, that's it," he moaned. "Oh…god…yeah."
"Can you come with me?" Viggo gasped.
"Oh…yeah," Orlando groaned out.
Viggo gave a couple of more hard thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt inside Orlando. Orlando arched his back, spilling over Viggo's hand as he screamed his name, and came harder than he ever had before. He dimly registered that Viggo ground out his name before collapsing on top of him. Orlando made a small sound and put his arms around Viggo, making sure he wouldn't go anywhere.
"You okay," Viggo murmured against his ear.
"Yeah," Orlando answered. "Tired."
Viggo chuckled and rolled off of him despite Orlando's protest. Orlando dimly registered that Viggo got rid of the condom and cleaned them both off with paper tissues, conveniently placed beside the bed. Then Viggo was back beside him, pulling him close, and he managed just enough higher brain functions to roll into Viggo's arms and put his head on his chest. Viggo shifted a little and pulled the cover up over them.
"Goodnight," he whispered, kissing the top of Orlando's head.
"Night," Orlando answered.
"And Orli…"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
~The End~