Evidence (10)
Title: Evidence
Author: Moraya (mesnica)
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst
Summary: Orlando has done something incredibly stupid.
Disclaimer: If this would be true, this story wouldn't be the first place you read about it. In other words, it's pure fiction.
Feedback: Like the first cup of coffee in the morning, craved like nothing else.
A/N: Present/future time fic. Not sure when exactly, the boys didn't tell me so far, but it's either now or in a not so far future. Doesn't matter that much though.
Beta: tularia, my bitchhoslutbeta ♥
Dedicated to bwitched83uk for helping me to flesh this bunny out and believing in me. I love you, hon *snuggles*
Previous chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09
Chapter 10
Each of Viggo's thoughts became superfluous when Orlando opened the door to his room, then turned and pulled Viggo close to kiss him with the same hunger that shone in his eyes.
They stumbled through the room without parting lips, aiming for the bed, but it wasn't before something crunched under one of their feet that Viggo remembered the chaos they had left it in previously. There were still items of clothes scattered on the floor, and the bed was littered with the reminders of what had brought them to Idaho in the first place.
Orlando's eyes hardened as he took it in, but it was determination that Viggo saw in them now, and as the younger man let go of him, it was to stride over to his bed and gather the porn stills with his hands, scrunching them up.
"We can go in my room," Viggo said, but Orlando shook his head as he turned around, the crumpled pictures in his hands.
"No," he said, "it's fine. Make me forget this." He gestured with his full hands, emphasizing what needed no pointing out at all, before going to drop the mementos of his past in their rightful place in the garbage can.
It was an unrealistic demand of course, but Viggo went to stand behind Orlando nonetheless, turning the younger man and guiding him over to the now empty bed, not caring of the mess on the floor that still reminded of earlier. The darkness pulled its cloak over it anyway, and the light that shone in from the half open door was just enough to illuminate Orlando's frame and his face, tilted up to bring their mouths together again when Viggo lowered them both on the bed.
They undressed each other in silence, halting in between each garment for more kisses and touches, and when they finally were naked, lying next to each other on the bed, the covers pushed down fully, Viggo let his eyes rake over Orlando's body, so similar and yet so different from when he'd last seen it unclothed.
Orlando let him indulge for but a moment, smiling, then shifted and brought their bodies together, pressing himself against Viggo.
"I want you," he said simply, kissing Viggo's jaw, then trailed down to his neck and Viggo closed his eyes.
He could feel the heat coming off Orlando's body, felt his erection prodding against his hip and how his own pressed against Orlando's stomach as the younger man rolled on top of him. Viggo's arm wound around Orlando's shoulder, his hand ending up at the back of his head and turning it so he could reach his mouth again.
Orlando shifted atop of him, curling himself around Viggo with arms and legs. The friction of their skin rubbing together felt maddening as they kissed, gasps and soft moans getting caught between their joined mouths.
Viggo was sinking into the feelings, rational thoughts dissolving in favor of feelings: the slick, wet slide of his tongue in Orlando's mouth; the long, strong fingers against his skull; one of Orlando's knees sharp against his hipbone.
Then Orlando sucked hard on his tongue, and Viggo hissed, arching up and driving his cock hard against Orlando.
Rolling them over in a sudden move, he trapped the younger man beneath him, grinding his arousal down once, then a second time just to hear the whimper again that the first time had caused to spill from Orlando's mouth.
"Fuck." Orlando's hands clawed at Viggo's shoulders, his legs coming up too, wrapping themselves around the older man's hip as he clung onto him.
Viggo rolled his hips down, the slide of cock against cock made smoother by both of their cocks already dripping with precome. "God, baby," he gasped as Orlando's fingernails dragged harshly over his back, stinging flares of pain that just fueled his need even more.
"Viggo, Viggo," Orlando kept repeating his name between moans, his whole body moving and gyrating up against Viggo's.
Sweat started to ease the glide of skin on skin, the slippery film covering both of them and the scent of it added to the one of sex, tangy and pungent.
"We need…" Viggo ground out, forcing himself to still his jerking hips.
"Yeah," Orlando said, breathing harshly, his body taut with need and still wrapped around Viggo's, unwilling to let go even for the moment it would take the other man to get the necessary supplies.
Viggo let his head fall down, panting against Orlando's shoulder, then heaved himself up and untangled himself from the jumble of limbs he was caught in.
Orlando reached down and wrapped his hand around his rigid cock, pulling on it slowly as he watched Viggo getting up from the bed. "Hurry," he said and let his head drop back on the pillow.
It took Viggo just a minute to go into his bedroom, rummage around for lube and condoms, and hasten back. Coming back in the room, he halted in the doorway, watching Orlando drag his fist up and down. He couldn't help but stare at the display as he made his way over to the bed quietly, his eyes flickering from Orlando's hands to his face, noting the needy expression and the heavy open-mouthed breathing.
This was a porn-worthy sight that Viggo could enjoy guiltlessly, and the mattress dipped as he crawled back onto it. Orlando opened his eyes, staring at Viggo wordlessly as the older man put the supplies he'd brought on the sheet next to him before reaching down and adding his hand to Orlando's.
Orlando let Viggo guide both of their hands, dragging them up and down, squeezing Orlando's fingers around his cock with his own as Viggo lay down next to Orlando. He tilted his head to the side, intently staring at the older man watching him.
Viggo stilled the motions of their hands, and bent down to press his lips to Orlando’s fleetingly before scooting down. The younger man opened his legs easily, giving Viggo unrestricted access and forestalling any question there might have been about his willingness.
The first brush of one lubed finger down the crease of his arse made Orlando shudder, and Viggo smirk. Spreading the cheeks open with one hand, he let two fingers of the other rub in circles over the entrance to Orlando's body, watching the emotions play on the younger man's face.
Orlando made himself watch Viggo, forced himself to not just let his head fall back onto the pillow and give in to the feelings and sensations, but he couldn't and wouldn't help the moans and pleas spilling from his lips, urging Viggo to stop teasing and get on with it.
Orlando's hand returned to his cock, taking himself in hand. It seemed to be just the incentive Viggo needed to finally let one of his fingers breach his body and sink knuckle deep into Orlando's hole.
"God, yes," Orlando mewled and shifted his hips down onto the invading digit.
"How long has it been?" Viggo asked as he pushed deeper, wriggling the finger slightly, then dragging it out again to add another one.
"A while." Orlando moaned as the two fingers filled him. "Fuck," he wheezed as Viggo curled his fingers and brushed over his prostate, "I'll come if you keep doing that."
Viggo smirked but straightened his fingers, spreading them apart instead and stretching the tight opening. He kept pushing his fingers slowly in and out until the grip Orlando's body had on them gradually lessened and he was able to put in a third finger.
Orlando ground down against him, his hand leaving his cock to feel around for the condoms lying somewhere next to him. He managed to find them despite being sufficiently distracted by the couple of fingers thrusting and squirming inside his body.
Another brush against his prostate had him wailing, and tossing the condom weakly into Viggo's direction. "Stop, you now. Want you," he panted, his hips jerking back, trying to dislodge the fingers in favor of better things to come.
Viggo obliged, pulled his fingers out and fished the condom from where it had landed on Orlando's belly, put it between his teeth and ripped the plastic wrapping open. Hastily he dragged the latex sheath over his rock hard erection, then fumbled for the lube.
Orlando bent one of his legs at the knee, breathing heavily as he watched Viggo, his hands scrunching in the bed covers. Every second that passed was one moment too much and he sighed happily as Viggo brought his lube covered cock to his hole, the head stroking down his crease then brushing over his opening. The touch was teasing, whether intended or not.
He tilted his arse upwards as Viggo rocked down, and the pressure first increased, then suddenly gave.
"Oh fuck yes," Orlando hissed, the slight burning of the sudden strain on his body not nearly enough to overshadow the bliss at having taken Viggo inside of him.
Viggo pushed his hips slowly down, sliding deeper into the hot tightness, grunting as his cock was squeezed firmly. Once his balls rested against Orlando's, he stopped, breathing harshly as he tried to keep still and let Orlando adjust to his size.
The younger man's eyes were glazed over, staring out in space as he panted during the steady slide into his body, then he blinked and his eyes focused on Viggo's face, staring at him intensely. He could feel the older man's cock pulsing and, licking his lips, he slung his arms around Viggo's shoulders, dragging him down to join their mouths together.
They kissed slick and open mouthed as Viggo pulled back slightly, then thrust back in, both men moaning at the sensations. There was no need for words, not with the way their bodies moved together, rocked into and against the other's.
Viggo took hold of one of Orlando's legs, shifting it upwards and slinging it around himself, and Orlando used the advantage to press his foot against Viggo's arse, spurring him into thrusting deeper and harsher.
He clung to Viggo, wanting to feel as much of his sweaty skin against his own, wanting to feel the hair on his chest scratch over his own smooth one, wanting the feel of their lips and teeth clashing against another even when they were both panting too heavily to keep on kissing.
Viggo's thrusts shortened to sharp jabs and by the reactions of the younger man's body he knew he was brushing his prostate just right on every other stroke. Orlando was writhing and jerking underneath him, sweet hoarse moans falling from his mouth and traveling between Viggo's lips, feeding the desire infinitely.
Orlando felt his body tightening with need and he wriggled his hand in between their bodies, grabbing his throbbing cock. He pulled on the aching flesh jerkily, spreading the leaking precome over it, alternatively grinding his hips up against his hand and onto the cock spearing him.
Viggo adjusted his stance, hoisting his upper body up and giving Orlando more room, conveniently also granting himself the possibility to watch Orlando's hand working furiously on his cock as he thrust into him, irregular shoves that had no other purpose than for making them both come.
The change of angle had Orlando mewling and throwing his head back, lolling from side to side as he felt his climax nearing, the fiery bliss just a hair's breadth away. Another sharp thrust was his undoing, and he came hard, his body jerking off the bed as his come splattered onto his stomach, leaving milky streaks on tanned skin.
Viggo groaned as Orlando's ass around his cock convulsed, squeezed him almost painfully, and he shakily managed to thrust two times more into the rippling hole before he exploded, filling the condom. His arms gave up holding him up any longer and he collapsed onto Orlando, trying to get his breath back.
The younger man languidly enveloped him in his arms, and Viggo rested his head against Orlando's, their mouths just millimeters apart. He could feel the stickiness of Orlando's release clinging to his stomach, seemingly gluing their skin together as he tilted his head slightly and let his lips cover Orlando's lazily.
It was a slow kiss, a brush of lips against lips and pants mingling until they had recovered enough for there to be more and Viggo's tongue, licking the sweat off Orlando's lips was met by Orlando's, inviting a more passionate play.
As the kiss broke, Viggo rolled off the younger man, carefully holding onto the condom as he slid out off his ass. Orlando sighed sleepily, and fumbled around until he caught hold of an edge of the bed cover, using it to rub away the most of the cooling sticky come on his skin.
Viggo dragged the bed linen up, scrabbling between them and Orlando curled up next to him, putting his head on the older man's shoulder contentedly. Viggo smiled as Orlando nuzzled his neck before stilling and Viggo could feel the weight of his head increasing as Orlando fell asleep. He smiled as he drifted off himself, no thoughts other than the young man in his arms filling his dreams.
tbc…
Author: Moraya (mesnica)
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst
Summary: Orlando has done something incredibly stupid.
Disclaimer: If this would be true, this story wouldn't be the first place you read about it. In other words, it's pure fiction.
Feedback: Like the first cup of coffee in the morning, craved like nothing else.
A/N: Present/future time fic. Not sure when exactly, the boys didn't tell me so far, but it's either now or in a not so far future. Doesn't matter that much though.
Beta: tularia, my bitchhoslutbeta ♥
Dedicated to bwitched83uk for helping me to flesh this bunny out and believing in me. I love you, hon *snuggles*
Previous chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09
Chapter 10
Each of Viggo's thoughts became superfluous when Orlando opened the door to his room, then turned and pulled Viggo close to kiss him with the same hunger that shone in his eyes.
They stumbled through the room without parting lips, aiming for the bed, but it wasn't before something crunched under one of their feet that Viggo remembered the chaos they had left it in previously. There were still items of clothes scattered on the floor, and the bed was littered with the reminders of what had brought them to Idaho in the first place.
Orlando's eyes hardened as he took it in, but it was determination that Viggo saw in them now, and as the younger man let go of him, it was to stride over to his bed and gather the porn stills with his hands, scrunching them up.
"We can go in my room," Viggo said, but Orlando shook his head as he turned around, the crumpled pictures in his hands.
"No," he said, "it's fine. Make me forget this." He gestured with his full hands, emphasizing what needed no pointing out at all, before going to drop the mementos of his past in their rightful place in the garbage can.
It was an unrealistic demand of course, but Viggo went to stand behind Orlando nonetheless, turning the younger man and guiding him over to the now empty bed, not caring of the mess on the floor that still reminded of earlier. The darkness pulled its cloak over it anyway, and the light that shone in from the half open door was just enough to illuminate Orlando's frame and his face, tilted up to bring their mouths together again when Viggo lowered them both on the bed.
They undressed each other in silence, halting in between each garment for more kisses and touches, and when they finally were naked, lying next to each other on the bed, the covers pushed down fully, Viggo let his eyes rake over Orlando's body, so similar and yet so different from when he'd last seen it unclothed.
Orlando let him indulge for but a moment, smiling, then shifted and brought their bodies together, pressing himself against Viggo.
"I want you," he said simply, kissing Viggo's jaw, then trailed down to his neck and Viggo closed his eyes.
He could feel the heat coming off Orlando's body, felt his erection prodding against his hip and how his own pressed against Orlando's stomach as the younger man rolled on top of him. Viggo's arm wound around Orlando's shoulder, his hand ending up at the back of his head and turning it so he could reach his mouth again.
Orlando shifted atop of him, curling himself around Viggo with arms and legs. The friction of their skin rubbing together felt maddening as they kissed, gasps and soft moans getting caught between their joined mouths.
Viggo was sinking into the feelings, rational thoughts dissolving in favor of feelings: the slick, wet slide of his tongue in Orlando's mouth; the long, strong fingers against his skull; one of Orlando's knees sharp against his hipbone.
Then Orlando sucked hard on his tongue, and Viggo hissed, arching up and driving his cock hard against Orlando.
Rolling them over in a sudden move, he trapped the younger man beneath him, grinding his arousal down once, then a second time just to hear the whimper again that the first time had caused to spill from Orlando's mouth.
"Fuck." Orlando's hands clawed at Viggo's shoulders, his legs coming up too, wrapping themselves around the older man's hip as he clung onto him.
Viggo rolled his hips down, the slide of cock against cock made smoother by both of their cocks already dripping with precome. "God, baby," he gasped as Orlando's fingernails dragged harshly over his back, stinging flares of pain that just fueled his need even more.
"Viggo, Viggo," Orlando kept repeating his name between moans, his whole body moving and gyrating up against Viggo's.
Sweat started to ease the glide of skin on skin, the slippery film covering both of them and the scent of it added to the one of sex, tangy and pungent.
"We need…" Viggo ground out, forcing himself to still his jerking hips.
"Yeah," Orlando said, breathing harshly, his body taut with need and still wrapped around Viggo's, unwilling to let go even for the moment it would take the other man to get the necessary supplies.
Viggo let his head fall down, panting against Orlando's shoulder, then heaved himself up and untangled himself from the jumble of limbs he was caught in.
Orlando reached down and wrapped his hand around his rigid cock, pulling on it slowly as he watched Viggo getting up from the bed. "Hurry," he said and let his head drop back on the pillow.
It took Viggo just a minute to go into his bedroom, rummage around for lube and condoms, and hasten back. Coming back in the room, he halted in the doorway, watching Orlando drag his fist up and down. He couldn't help but stare at the display as he made his way over to the bed quietly, his eyes flickering from Orlando's hands to his face, noting the needy expression and the heavy open-mouthed breathing.
This was a porn-worthy sight that Viggo could enjoy guiltlessly, and the mattress dipped as he crawled back onto it. Orlando opened his eyes, staring at Viggo wordlessly as the older man put the supplies he'd brought on the sheet next to him before reaching down and adding his hand to Orlando's.
Orlando let Viggo guide both of their hands, dragging them up and down, squeezing Orlando's fingers around his cock with his own as Viggo lay down next to Orlando. He tilted his head to the side, intently staring at the older man watching him.
Viggo stilled the motions of their hands, and bent down to press his lips to Orlando’s fleetingly before scooting down. The younger man opened his legs easily, giving Viggo unrestricted access and forestalling any question there might have been about his willingness.
The first brush of one lubed finger down the crease of his arse made Orlando shudder, and Viggo smirk. Spreading the cheeks open with one hand, he let two fingers of the other rub in circles over the entrance to Orlando's body, watching the emotions play on the younger man's face.
Orlando made himself watch Viggo, forced himself to not just let his head fall back onto the pillow and give in to the feelings and sensations, but he couldn't and wouldn't help the moans and pleas spilling from his lips, urging Viggo to stop teasing and get on with it.
Orlando's hand returned to his cock, taking himself in hand. It seemed to be just the incentive Viggo needed to finally let one of his fingers breach his body and sink knuckle deep into Orlando's hole.
"God, yes," Orlando mewled and shifted his hips down onto the invading digit.
"How long has it been?" Viggo asked as he pushed deeper, wriggling the finger slightly, then dragging it out again to add another one.
"A while." Orlando moaned as the two fingers filled him. "Fuck," he wheezed as Viggo curled his fingers and brushed over his prostate, "I'll come if you keep doing that."
Viggo smirked but straightened his fingers, spreading them apart instead and stretching the tight opening. He kept pushing his fingers slowly in and out until the grip Orlando's body had on them gradually lessened and he was able to put in a third finger.
Orlando ground down against him, his hand leaving his cock to feel around for the condoms lying somewhere next to him. He managed to find them despite being sufficiently distracted by the couple of fingers thrusting and squirming inside his body.
Another brush against his prostate had him wailing, and tossing the condom weakly into Viggo's direction. "Stop, you now. Want you," he panted, his hips jerking back, trying to dislodge the fingers in favor of better things to come.
Viggo obliged, pulled his fingers out and fished the condom from where it had landed on Orlando's belly, put it between his teeth and ripped the plastic wrapping open. Hastily he dragged the latex sheath over his rock hard erection, then fumbled for the lube.
Orlando bent one of his legs at the knee, breathing heavily as he watched Viggo, his hands scrunching in the bed covers. Every second that passed was one moment too much and he sighed happily as Viggo brought his lube covered cock to his hole, the head stroking down his crease then brushing over his opening. The touch was teasing, whether intended or not.
He tilted his arse upwards as Viggo rocked down, and the pressure first increased, then suddenly gave.
"Oh fuck yes," Orlando hissed, the slight burning of the sudden strain on his body not nearly enough to overshadow the bliss at having taken Viggo inside of him.
Viggo pushed his hips slowly down, sliding deeper into the hot tightness, grunting as his cock was squeezed firmly. Once his balls rested against Orlando's, he stopped, breathing harshly as he tried to keep still and let Orlando adjust to his size.
The younger man's eyes were glazed over, staring out in space as he panted during the steady slide into his body, then he blinked and his eyes focused on Viggo's face, staring at him intensely. He could feel the older man's cock pulsing and, licking his lips, he slung his arms around Viggo's shoulders, dragging him down to join their mouths together.
They kissed slick and open mouthed as Viggo pulled back slightly, then thrust back in, both men moaning at the sensations. There was no need for words, not with the way their bodies moved together, rocked into and against the other's.
Viggo took hold of one of Orlando's legs, shifting it upwards and slinging it around himself, and Orlando used the advantage to press his foot against Viggo's arse, spurring him into thrusting deeper and harsher.
He clung to Viggo, wanting to feel as much of his sweaty skin against his own, wanting to feel the hair on his chest scratch over his own smooth one, wanting the feel of their lips and teeth clashing against another even when they were both panting too heavily to keep on kissing.
Viggo's thrusts shortened to sharp jabs and by the reactions of the younger man's body he knew he was brushing his prostate just right on every other stroke. Orlando was writhing and jerking underneath him, sweet hoarse moans falling from his mouth and traveling between Viggo's lips, feeding the desire infinitely.
Orlando felt his body tightening with need and he wriggled his hand in between their bodies, grabbing his throbbing cock. He pulled on the aching flesh jerkily, spreading the leaking precome over it, alternatively grinding his hips up against his hand and onto the cock spearing him.
Viggo adjusted his stance, hoisting his upper body up and giving Orlando more room, conveniently also granting himself the possibility to watch Orlando's hand working furiously on his cock as he thrust into him, irregular shoves that had no other purpose than for making them both come.
The change of angle had Orlando mewling and throwing his head back, lolling from side to side as he felt his climax nearing, the fiery bliss just a hair's breadth away. Another sharp thrust was his undoing, and he came hard, his body jerking off the bed as his come splattered onto his stomach, leaving milky streaks on tanned skin.
Viggo groaned as Orlando's ass around his cock convulsed, squeezed him almost painfully, and he shakily managed to thrust two times more into the rippling hole before he exploded, filling the condom. His arms gave up holding him up any longer and he collapsed onto Orlando, trying to get his breath back.
The younger man languidly enveloped him in his arms, and Viggo rested his head against Orlando's, their mouths just millimeters apart. He could feel the stickiness of Orlando's release clinging to his stomach, seemingly gluing their skin together as he tilted his head slightly and let his lips cover Orlando's lazily.
It was a slow kiss, a brush of lips against lips and pants mingling until they had recovered enough for there to be more and Viggo's tongue, licking the sweat off Orlando's lips was met by Orlando's, inviting a more passionate play.
As the kiss broke, Viggo rolled off the younger man, carefully holding onto the condom as he slid out off his ass. Orlando sighed sleepily, and fumbled around until he caught hold of an edge of the bed cover, using it to rub away the most of the cooling sticky come on his skin.
Viggo dragged the bed linen up, scrabbling between them and Orlando curled up next to him, putting his head on the older man's shoulder contentedly. Viggo smiled as Orlando nuzzled his neck before stilling and Viggo could feel the weight of his head increasing as Orlando fell asleep. He smiled as he drifted off himself, no thoughts other than the young man in his arms filling his dreams.
tbc…