Fic: FYI, ILY (1/1)
Title: FYI, ILY (1/1)
Author: laeglass
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, language
Disclaimer: Nope, not true.
Feedback: Is better than birthday and Christmas rolled into one! :P
A/N: Please, kiddies, don’t hook up with strangers from the ‘net. :P Also, I am fully aware that a fic was posted not-so-long-ago that dealt with similar issues, but I don’t condone plagiarism, and this is not meant to be a rip-off, at all. And the title of course means, in normal English, ‘For your information, I love you’. :P
Beta: my wonderful tularia *hugs*
Viggo stared at the screen.
He had been lurking in this chatroom for a week now, but hadn’t participated in either the general discussion or the blatant hooking up that took place, but tonight was different. Tonight he was horny.
It had been a while since he’d last banged a pretty boy, and this day was as good as any to get some action. Now he only needed to find a willing partner, and judging from how easily others seemed to exchange phone numbers and come up with places where to meet, it shouldn’t be all that difficult. Just as he was contemplating whether to contact username slut4u, or fukcme!!, or perhaps twink_20 a discussion window popped up as he got a private message from another user.
pretty_boi22: hey r u lookin 4 something?
Viggo hesitated a few seconds before deciding to take a chance. The boy was quick to reply to his fairly hesitant response.
hung_like_horse: hey yourself! could be :P
pretty_boi22: u in la right? wanna get 2gether?
pretty_boi22: ur nick got me interested ;) im a total slut for big cocks lol
Viggo’s brow twitched. Well, at least the boy wasn’t timid or overtly shy. Without stopping to think whether it was wise he typed again.
hung_like_horse: well that’s good to know! sure I’d like to meet you
pretty_boi22: nice!! ;) just tell me what u look liek
Tongue firmly planted in cheek, Viggo typed the answer. It seemed this was how people described themselves in chatrooms. Surely he could give it a go, too.
hung_like_horse: blondish, 40 yrs, hung ;P blue eyes, slim build
hung_like_horse: you?
pretty_boi22: OMG how hung? ;)
hung_like_horse: *points at username* ;P
hung_like_horse: so tell me what you look like? so that I will recognize you
pretty_boi22: 22 yrs, dark hair, brown eyes, im a bit skinny too lol
pretty_boi22: and horny!!!
Viggo smiled. The boy sounded perfect for a hot, sweaty night of no-strings-attached sex. Sure, he was a bit on the young side, but it wasn’t like either of them was looking for anything other than meaningless sex, and if the boy was old enough to prowl on the net he was certainly old enough to get fucked.
hung_like_horse: sounds good :) so it’s a date?
pretty_boi22: yes!” need 2 get fucked like u wouldnt believe!
“Me too,” Viggo said aloud as he typed in the address of a nearby bar and grinned as the boy approved of his choice.
pretty_boi22: gotta go now to get ready to meet u *kisses*
pretty_boi22: remember to bring the condoms an lube ;)
hung_like_horse: will do! see you then
PRETTY_BOI22 HAS LEFT THE CONVERSATION.
Viggo closed the discussion window and wondered what the hell he was doing; arranging a date with some kid from the Internet. It wasn’t like he couldn’t meet up with people he knew from real life, but due to his work he hadn’t met any genuinely interesting men lately, and as he preferred his partners beautiful, horny and a bit younger it was quite of a challenge to meet them at his line of work; and like any man with a healthy libido it was starting to take its toll on him.
“I’ll just fuck the boy and be done with it,” Viggo promised himself.
* * *
Orlando sipped his drink and sighed to himself. Why did he insist on doing the bar hopping thing when it never resulted in anything permanent? Sure, he met some cool guys every now and then, but it was always the same; some dancing and grinding on the dance floor, often followed by a quick blowjob in the loo or a bout of fucking in the dark room. It wasn’t enough for him anymore. He wanted more than anonymous shags, but for whatever reason it wasn’t all that easy to find the kind of guys that he really fancied.
Orlando knew what his problem was, though. He was picky.
He wanted to find the perfect lover. Men with perfect bodies and cocks were many in the LA club scene, but it was much more difficult to come across a bloke who was on the same wavelength. Orlando wanted to find someone who didn’t feel the need to chat him up and buy him drinks; he wanted to find the kind of guy who needed only one look on his eyes to see what it was that he wanted and then gave it to him, nice and hard. He also wanted to be able to hold an actual conversation with his lover, and as most guys here seemed to have feathers for brains, it was a very indistinct possibility that someone smart and witty would actually frequent this kind of place. No-one ever came here for anything other than sex.
Orlando very deliberately turned his gaze away from the dancing mass of bodies, noticing how he was getting some definitely interested stares in return. Some guys had been hitting on him all evening, but while they were sexy and shaggable, something was missing. And Orlando wasn’t the kind of guy to fall on his knees for someone who he didn’t genuinely fancy--not anymore.
Just as he finished his drink and started getting ready to leave, a man a bit older than him approached him. He was one of those who had been staring at him ever since he came in, and Orlando had done his best not to encourage the man. It wasn’t that the guy wasn’t attractive in a physical sense, but something in him just didn’t appeal to Orlando. He had this sleazy thing going that made Orlando’s skin crawl.
“Hey beautiful,” the man said. “You’re not leaving, are you? Come, let me buy you a drink.”
“No thanks,” Orlando said politely. “Early morning call and all that, you know how that is.” He donned his coat and stood up. “Thanks for the offer, though.”
The man grabbed his arm as Orlando made to leave. “Come on, beautiful. Don’t be like that. A sweet little twink like you is bound to be looking for some action,” he leered, and grabbed Orlando’s crotch with his free hand.
“Let go of me,” Orlando growled. Why did he have to attract all these lunatics? Granted, most guys weren’t as bold as this one; in fact, the huge majority just ogled at him without doing anything, but every now and then he met someone who thought Orlando was just a living and breathing fuck doll they could use for their own pleasure with no regard to how he felt about it.
“What if I don’t, beautiful? You think you can fight me off?” the man said, and his grip tightened alarmingly.
* * *
Viggo glanced at his watch as he entered the gay bar. Okay, so he was a few minutes late. Hopefully the boy hadn’t left already, thinking that he’d been stood up. Viggo started a little as he realised that he hadn’t even asked the boy’s name. It wasn’t like him to have sex with a person without getting to know them first, but it had seemed that the kid was more interested in getting his cock than getting familiar, and Viggo had to admit to himself that he needed to get off, too.
He scanned the bar with his eyes, searching for his date and keeping the description in mind. Brown hair, brown eyes, slender frame, he repeated in his mind, and after a while spotted a young man who filled the criteria standing by the bar counter and talking to some guy. Making to approach the boy Viggo frowned as he saw the possessive grip the older man had on the boy’s arm, and as it became obvious to him that the youth was trying to fend the man off he decided to interfere. The boy was his date, and he’d be damned if he let some other guy get in the way.
“Hey, let go of him,” Viggo said with authority, giving the man a commanding glare. He was aware of the astonishingly beautiful boy standing next to him, but tried not to let it distract him just yet. Up close the boy was dead drop gorgeous, and Viggo wondered why he hadn’t mentioned it in their chat. In his experience, guys who were really good-looking rarely kept it under the wraps, especially in chatrooms.
“Why don’t you just go and find yourself another twink,” the guy sneered. “I saw him first.”
“I don’t think so,” Viggo said. “He’s my date.”
Orlando was grateful that this new man showed up as it caused the other bloke to let go of his arm. He glanced briefly at his saviour and couldn’t help the small shiver that ran down his spine. The guy was sex on legs! Darkish blonde hair, blue eyes and a small scar on his upper lip defined the handsome man. Sensing an opportunity to not only get rid of the creep but also to get to know this man better, Orlando spoke up.
“Yeah,” he said and took hold of Viggo’s bicep, noting how nicely it bulged under his hand. “I’m his date.”
Overpowered by the duo the guy scowled but stepped away nonetheless. “You could have said so a bit sooner, beautiful,” he said, and took his leave.
“Are you okay?” Viggo asked, checking the young man for any possible injury. His hands skimmed the slender shoulders and down to his sides, making sure that the boy was unharmed. “I’m sorry I’m a bit late and left you in the mercy of such bastards.”
“I’m okay,” Orlando said softly, deeply touched by this stranger’s concern for his well-being. “Thanks for saving me.”
“Of course,” Viggo said, a bit puzzled at the demure countenance of his date. The young man had been very brash in their chat, and now he was actually acting shy. He was also quite sure that the boy hadn’t mentioned he was British; it was one of the many pleasant surprises. “I’m your date, remember?” he said with a wink. “My name’s Viggo, by the way.”
“I’m Orlando,” the boy said and smiled, and Viggo fell in lust at the beauteous sight; or that was what he told himself as his heartbeat escalated and his palms started to sweat. Just lust, nothing more. It couldn’t be anything more than that.
Get a grip, he’s just looking for sex, he reminded himself, and had to admit that it wouldn’t be any hardship at all to give the young man what he wanted.
“So, now that we’ve properly introduced ourselves, would you mind if we got somewhere more private?” he asked, bringing his hand that had found its way on Orlando’s shoulder to cup the beautiful face.
Orlando felt the heat from Viggo’s hand spread through his whole body, and blushed as he realised what the man was saying. It wasn’t like him to just spread his legs for someone he barely knew, but for whatever reason Viggo didn’t feel like a stranger at all. From the moment Orlando had laid his eyes on the older man he had felt something inside him that had been missing for a long time. Orlando shivered as he admitted to himself that Viggo was the kind of guy he’d been looking for. But was the man only after sex?
Who the fuck cares, Orlando’s horny mind whispered. He wants to give it to me and damn I want it too.
“Yes,” Orlando said simply, and wound his arms around Viggo’s neck. The man even smelled wonderful; tobacco and musk, his favourite combination. Their groins came in contact and Orlando pressed closer as he felt the other man’s erection against his own, and realised that the man was packing under the faded pair of jeans. “Wow, you’re big,” he said, impressed.
“Hung like horse,” Viggo said jokingly, referring to his username in the chatroom. It amused him that despite their conversation the boy still hadn’t believed him; but then again, men mostly overestimated their size in the virtual world, and perhaps Orlando had been lied to before.
“I’ll say,” Orlando said softly and made his mouth available for Viggo’s kisses. The man didn’t hesitate but covered the young man’s mouth with his own, glad that the brunette beauty wasn’t opposed to good old-fashioned making out. Viggo was a big fan of kissing, and finding a boy that enjoyed it as much as he did was rare indeed, but tonight he seemed to be in the luck.
“Come, my car’s in the parking lot,” Viggo said when they finally parted. “I’d like to take you home with me.”
Orlando didn’t hesitate. “I want to go home with you,” he simply said. It felt right. Orlando couldn’t have explained it to anyone but he knew it was the right thing to do.
Back in the car Viggo didn’t start the engine just yet as Orlando leaned closer to kiss, and Viggo’s fingers found their rightful place in Orlando’s hair. The boy’s nimble fingers unzipped Viggo’s jeans and he shushed against the older man’s mouth as Viggo made to protest.
“Let me do this,” Orlando said. “I want to suck your cock so bad.”
“Then do it,” Viggo said and leaned back in his seat, watching through narrowed eyes as Orlando lowered his head in his lap and took the tip of Viggo’s already throbbing cock between his lips. “Holy mother of God,” Viggo said reverently as Orlando proceeded to suckle on his cock, gently and slowly at first but with increasing pace and intensity.
It was clear to him that Orlando enjoyed doing this just as much as he enjoyed getting sucked, and it turned him on even further to think that the boy was so horny and eager for him. Viggo’s cock throbbed in Orlando’s mouth as he watched Orlando grind his groin against the seat he was leaning over, and the boy moaned around Viggo’s erection in his mouth as his own cock got the much needed friction. Viggo pushed in the last few inches and groaned as Orlando’s throat muscles massaged the head of his cock.
“I’m going to come,” Viggo said soon and tried to lift Orlando’s head off of his lap, but the boy shook his head.
“I want to taste you,” he insisted and took Viggo’s cock back in, and Viggo couldn’t postpone his orgasm any longer, coming in deep waves in Orlando’s mouth. Orlando stiffened as his own orgasm hit him, and letting Viggo’s cock slip from his well-used mouth he leaned his head on the older man’s muscular thigh, trying to catch his breath.
“Oh fuck me,” he said in a dazed voice. He’d never experienced anything quite like this; Viggo’s cock fit his mouth so well it was almost like they were made for each other. On top of that, he’d never gotten quite so turned on from giving head to a bloke, and he’d definitely never ever come quite so spectacularly in his pants. Orlando lifted his head to meet Viggo’s equally dazzled look. “You still want to take me home?”
“Yes,” Viggo said, and tilted Orlando’s head so that he could kiss the tempting lips, and moaned as he tasted himself on the swollen mouth. “You’re definitely much more than just a pretty boy,” he said seriously. “I don’t want to scare you off but I must be frank. I didn’t expect to find anything beyond hot sex when I came to the club but damn it, Orlando, if I don’t have feelings for you already.”
“Let’s go home then,” Orlando said quietly, but a smile was spreading on his face. “And just so you know; I’m definitely falling for you, too.”
Viggo kissed him again, making a firm decision that Orlando would never have to look for sex in the Internet again.
* * *
They hit the bed as soon as they arrived in Viggo’s apartment, losing themselves in the pleasure of making love for the next few hours. Orlando fell asleep soon after and Viggo was tempted to do so also, but then he remembered that he’d left his computer on and reluctantly got up from the warm bed to switch the thing off for the night.
A discussion window stared at him from the screen, and Viggo abruptly remembered that he hadn’t logged out after his chat with Orlando. He made to close the window without giving it any more thought, but reading the few lines made him change his thinking.
pretty_boi22: sory i cant make it today :((( my car wont start
pretty_boi22: hope u didnt leave alredy!!!!
pretty_boi22: u still there???
PRETTY_BOI22 HAS LEFT THE CONVERSATION.
The timestamp showed that the private messages had been sent only a few minutes after he’d left for the date.
Viggo stared at the screen in shock before snorting lightly, shaking his head at the amazing coincidence and logged out of the chat, permanently.
END.
Author: laeglass
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, language
Disclaimer: Nope, not true.
Feedback: Is better than birthday and Christmas rolled into one! :P
A/N: Please, kiddies, don’t hook up with strangers from the ‘net. :P Also, I am fully aware that a fic was posted not-so-long-ago that dealt with similar issues, but I don’t condone plagiarism, and this is not meant to be a rip-off, at all. And the title of course means, in normal English, ‘For your information, I love you’. :P
Beta: my wonderful tularia *hugs*
Viggo stared at the screen.
He had been lurking in this chatroom for a week now, but hadn’t participated in either the general discussion or the blatant hooking up that took place, but tonight was different. Tonight he was horny.
It had been a while since he’d last banged a pretty boy, and this day was as good as any to get some action. Now he only needed to find a willing partner, and judging from how easily others seemed to exchange phone numbers and come up with places where to meet, it shouldn’t be all that difficult. Just as he was contemplating whether to contact username slut4u, or fukcme!!, or perhaps twink_20 a discussion window popped up as he got a private message from another user.
pretty_boi22: hey r u lookin 4 something?
Viggo hesitated a few seconds before deciding to take a chance. The boy was quick to reply to his fairly hesitant response.
hung_like_horse: hey yourself! could be :P
pretty_boi22: u in la right? wanna get 2gether?
pretty_boi22: ur nick got me interested ;) im a total slut for big cocks lol
Viggo’s brow twitched. Well, at least the boy wasn’t timid or overtly shy. Without stopping to think whether it was wise he typed again.
hung_like_horse: well that’s good to know! sure I’d like to meet you
pretty_boi22: nice!! ;) just tell me what u look liek
Tongue firmly planted in cheek, Viggo typed the answer. It seemed this was how people described themselves in chatrooms. Surely he could give it a go, too.
hung_like_horse: blondish, 40 yrs, hung ;P blue eyes, slim build
hung_like_horse: you?
pretty_boi22: OMG how hung? ;)
hung_like_horse: *points at username* ;P
hung_like_horse: so tell me what you look like? so that I will recognize you
pretty_boi22: 22 yrs, dark hair, brown eyes, im a bit skinny too lol
pretty_boi22: and horny!!!
Viggo smiled. The boy sounded perfect for a hot, sweaty night of no-strings-attached sex. Sure, he was a bit on the young side, but it wasn’t like either of them was looking for anything other than meaningless sex, and if the boy was old enough to prowl on the net he was certainly old enough to get fucked.
hung_like_horse: sounds good :) so it’s a date?
pretty_boi22: yes!” need 2 get fucked like u wouldnt believe!
“Me too,” Viggo said aloud as he typed in the address of a nearby bar and grinned as the boy approved of his choice.
pretty_boi22: gotta go now to get ready to meet u *kisses*
pretty_boi22: remember to bring the condoms an lube ;)
hung_like_horse: will do! see you then
PRETTY_BOI22 HAS LEFT THE CONVERSATION.
Viggo closed the discussion window and wondered what the hell he was doing; arranging a date with some kid from the Internet. It wasn’t like he couldn’t meet up with people he knew from real life, but due to his work he hadn’t met any genuinely interesting men lately, and as he preferred his partners beautiful, horny and a bit younger it was quite of a challenge to meet them at his line of work; and like any man with a healthy libido it was starting to take its toll on him.
“I’ll just fuck the boy and be done with it,” Viggo promised himself.
* * *
Orlando sipped his drink and sighed to himself. Why did he insist on doing the bar hopping thing when it never resulted in anything permanent? Sure, he met some cool guys every now and then, but it was always the same; some dancing and grinding on the dance floor, often followed by a quick blowjob in the loo or a bout of fucking in the dark room. It wasn’t enough for him anymore. He wanted more than anonymous shags, but for whatever reason it wasn’t all that easy to find the kind of guys that he really fancied.
Orlando knew what his problem was, though. He was picky.
He wanted to find the perfect lover. Men with perfect bodies and cocks were many in the LA club scene, but it was much more difficult to come across a bloke who was on the same wavelength. Orlando wanted to find someone who didn’t feel the need to chat him up and buy him drinks; he wanted to find the kind of guy who needed only one look on his eyes to see what it was that he wanted and then gave it to him, nice and hard. He also wanted to be able to hold an actual conversation with his lover, and as most guys here seemed to have feathers for brains, it was a very indistinct possibility that someone smart and witty would actually frequent this kind of place. No-one ever came here for anything other than sex.
Orlando very deliberately turned his gaze away from the dancing mass of bodies, noticing how he was getting some definitely interested stares in return. Some guys had been hitting on him all evening, but while they were sexy and shaggable, something was missing. And Orlando wasn’t the kind of guy to fall on his knees for someone who he didn’t genuinely fancy--not anymore.
Just as he finished his drink and started getting ready to leave, a man a bit older than him approached him. He was one of those who had been staring at him ever since he came in, and Orlando had done his best not to encourage the man. It wasn’t that the guy wasn’t attractive in a physical sense, but something in him just didn’t appeal to Orlando. He had this sleazy thing going that made Orlando’s skin crawl.
“Hey beautiful,” the man said. “You’re not leaving, are you? Come, let me buy you a drink.”
“No thanks,” Orlando said politely. “Early morning call and all that, you know how that is.” He donned his coat and stood up. “Thanks for the offer, though.”
The man grabbed his arm as Orlando made to leave. “Come on, beautiful. Don’t be like that. A sweet little twink like you is bound to be looking for some action,” he leered, and grabbed Orlando’s crotch with his free hand.
“Let go of me,” Orlando growled. Why did he have to attract all these lunatics? Granted, most guys weren’t as bold as this one; in fact, the huge majority just ogled at him without doing anything, but every now and then he met someone who thought Orlando was just a living and breathing fuck doll they could use for their own pleasure with no regard to how he felt about it.
“What if I don’t, beautiful? You think you can fight me off?” the man said, and his grip tightened alarmingly.
* * *
Viggo glanced at his watch as he entered the gay bar. Okay, so he was a few minutes late. Hopefully the boy hadn’t left already, thinking that he’d been stood up. Viggo started a little as he realised that he hadn’t even asked the boy’s name. It wasn’t like him to have sex with a person without getting to know them first, but it had seemed that the kid was more interested in getting his cock than getting familiar, and Viggo had to admit to himself that he needed to get off, too.
He scanned the bar with his eyes, searching for his date and keeping the description in mind. Brown hair, brown eyes, slender frame, he repeated in his mind, and after a while spotted a young man who filled the criteria standing by the bar counter and talking to some guy. Making to approach the boy Viggo frowned as he saw the possessive grip the older man had on the boy’s arm, and as it became obvious to him that the youth was trying to fend the man off he decided to interfere. The boy was his date, and he’d be damned if he let some other guy get in the way.
“Hey, let go of him,” Viggo said with authority, giving the man a commanding glare. He was aware of the astonishingly beautiful boy standing next to him, but tried not to let it distract him just yet. Up close the boy was dead drop gorgeous, and Viggo wondered why he hadn’t mentioned it in their chat. In his experience, guys who were really good-looking rarely kept it under the wraps, especially in chatrooms.
“Why don’t you just go and find yourself another twink,” the guy sneered. “I saw him first.”
“I don’t think so,” Viggo said. “He’s my date.”
Orlando was grateful that this new man showed up as it caused the other bloke to let go of his arm. He glanced briefly at his saviour and couldn’t help the small shiver that ran down his spine. The guy was sex on legs! Darkish blonde hair, blue eyes and a small scar on his upper lip defined the handsome man. Sensing an opportunity to not only get rid of the creep but also to get to know this man better, Orlando spoke up.
“Yeah,” he said and took hold of Viggo’s bicep, noting how nicely it bulged under his hand. “I’m his date.”
Overpowered by the duo the guy scowled but stepped away nonetheless. “You could have said so a bit sooner, beautiful,” he said, and took his leave.
“Are you okay?” Viggo asked, checking the young man for any possible injury. His hands skimmed the slender shoulders and down to his sides, making sure that the boy was unharmed. “I’m sorry I’m a bit late and left you in the mercy of such bastards.”
“I’m okay,” Orlando said softly, deeply touched by this stranger’s concern for his well-being. “Thanks for saving me.”
“Of course,” Viggo said, a bit puzzled at the demure countenance of his date. The young man had been very brash in their chat, and now he was actually acting shy. He was also quite sure that the boy hadn’t mentioned he was British; it was one of the many pleasant surprises. “I’m your date, remember?” he said with a wink. “My name’s Viggo, by the way.”
“I’m Orlando,” the boy said and smiled, and Viggo fell in lust at the beauteous sight; or that was what he told himself as his heartbeat escalated and his palms started to sweat. Just lust, nothing more. It couldn’t be anything more than that.
Get a grip, he’s just looking for sex, he reminded himself, and had to admit that it wouldn’t be any hardship at all to give the young man what he wanted.
“So, now that we’ve properly introduced ourselves, would you mind if we got somewhere more private?” he asked, bringing his hand that had found its way on Orlando’s shoulder to cup the beautiful face.
Orlando felt the heat from Viggo’s hand spread through his whole body, and blushed as he realised what the man was saying. It wasn’t like him to just spread his legs for someone he barely knew, but for whatever reason Viggo didn’t feel like a stranger at all. From the moment Orlando had laid his eyes on the older man he had felt something inside him that had been missing for a long time. Orlando shivered as he admitted to himself that Viggo was the kind of guy he’d been looking for. But was the man only after sex?
Who the fuck cares, Orlando’s horny mind whispered. He wants to give it to me and damn I want it too.
“Yes,” Orlando said simply, and wound his arms around Viggo’s neck. The man even smelled wonderful; tobacco and musk, his favourite combination. Their groins came in contact and Orlando pressed closer as he felt the other man’s erection against his own, and realised that the man was packing under the faded pair of jeans. “Wow, you’re big,” he said, impressed.
“Hung like horse,” Viggo said jokingly, referring to his username in the chatroom. It amused him that despite their conversation the boy still hadn’t believed him; but then again, men mostly overestimated their size in the virtual world, and perhaps Orlando had been lied to before.
“I’ll say,” Orlando said softly and made his mouth available for Viggo’s kisses. The man didn’t hesitate but covered the young man’s mouth with his own, glad that the brunette beauty wasn’t opposed to good old-fashioned making out. Viggo was a big fan of kissing, and finding a boy that enjoyed it as much as he did was rare indeed, but tonight he seemed to be in the luck.
“Come, my car’s in the parking lot,” Viggo said when they finally parted. “I’d like to take you home with me.”
Orlando didn’t hesitate. “I want to go home with you,” he simply said. It felt right. Orlando couldn’t have explained it to anyone but he knew it was the right thing to do.
Back in the car Viggo didn’t start the engine just yet as Orlando leaned closer to kiss, and Viggo’s fingers found their rightful place in Orlando’s hair. The boy’s nimble fingers unzipped Viggo’s jeans and he shushed against the older man’s mouth as Viggo made to protest.
“Let me do this,” Orlando said. “I want to suck your cock so bad.”
“Then do it,” Viggo said and leaned back in his seat, watching through narrowed eyes as Orlando lowered his head in his lap and took the tip of Viggo’s already throbbing cock between his lips. “Holy mother of God,” Viggo said reverently as Orlando proceeded to suckle on his cock, gently and slowly at first but with increasing pace and intensity.
It was clear to him that Orlando enjoyed doing this just as much as he enjoyed getting sucked, and it turned him on even further to think that the boy was so horny and eager for him. Viggo’s cock throbbed in Orlando’s mouth as he watched Orlando grind his groin against the seat he was leaning over, and the boy moaned around Viggo’s erection in his mouth as his own cock got the much needed friction. Viggo pushed in the last few inches and groaned as Orlando’s throat muscles massaged the head of his cock.
“I’m going to come,” Viggo said soon and tried to lift Orlando’s head off of his lap, but the boy shook his head.
“I want to taste you,” he insisted and took Viggo’s cock back in, and Viggo couldn’t postpone his orgasm any longer, coming in deep waves in Orlando’s mouth. Orlando stiffened as his own orgasm hit him, and letting Viggo’s cock slip from his well-used mouth he leaned his head on the older man’s muscular thigh, trying to catch his breath.
“Oh fuck me,” he said in a dazed voice. He’d never experienced anything quite like this; Viggo’s cock fit his mouth so well it was almost like they were made for each other. On top of that, he’d never gotten quite so turned on from giving head to a bloke, and he’d definitely never ever come quite so spectacularly in his pants. Orlando lifted his head to meet Viggo’s equally dazzled look. “You still want to take me home?”
“Yes,” Viggo said, and tilted Orlando’s head so that he could kiss the tempting lips, and moaned as he tasted himself on the swollen mouth. “You’re definitely much more than just a pretty boy,” he said seriously. “I don’t want to scare you off but I must be frank. I didn’t expect to find anything beyond hot sex when I came to the club but damn it, Orlando, if I don’t have feelings for you already.”
“Let’s go home then,” Orlando said quietly, but a smile was spreading on his face. “And just so you know; I’m definitely falling for you, too.”
Viggo kissed him again, making a firm decision that Orlando would never have to look for sex in the Internet again.
* * *
They hit the bed as soon as they arrived in Viggo’s apartment, losing themselves in the pleasure of making love for the next few hours. Orlando fell asleep soon after and Viggo was tempted to do so also, but then he remembered that he’d left his computer on and reluctantly got up from the warm bed to switch the thing off for the night.
A discussion window stared at him from the screen, and Viggo abruptly remembered that he hadn’t logged out after his chat with Orlando. He made to close the window without giving it any more thought, but reading the few lines made him change his thinking.
pretty_boi22: sory i cant make it today :((( my car wont start
pretty_boi22: hope u didnt leave alredy!!!!
pretty_boi22: u still there???
PRETTY_BOI22 HAS LEFT THE CONVERSATION.
The timestamp showed that the private messages had been sent only a few minutes after he’d left for the date.
Viggo stared at the screen in shock before snorting lightly, shaking his head at the amazing coincidence and logged out of the chat, permanently.
END.