Infatuated
Title: Infatuated
Author: Moraya (mesnica)
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Summary: Viggo is fully enjoying being single and doesn't want anything else... but that was before he met Orlando.
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: This is fiction, which means I own nothing except my fantasy.
Feedback: Please!
Beta: The wonderful tularia
A/N: written for laeglass as part of vo_xmas (posted here)
Infatuated
There had been little in Viggo's life as of late to complain about. He had a well-paying, not particularly straining job, a nice apartment, great friends, and a satisfactory sex-life. He hadn't been in a solid relationship for several years and it suited him just fine. After his marriage had broken, he had had several attempts at living together with someone, none of them having worked out. In the end, Viggo had come to the conclusion that he just wasn't meant to be someone's partner, and after that he'd quickly come to enjoy the advantages of a single life and simple one-night-stands.
He liked being able to not care about putting dirty laundry in the basket right away, letting the dishes pile up until he could no longer find a clean one and take-out food became essential, not having someone around who complained about his painting equipment cluttering the table and floor in the living room or over not having any milk at home.
He also liked being able to bring home whoever he wanted, fuck all night long and have the guy out of his apartment before it was even time to start breakfast, or not coming back for the night at all. There were many places one could have sex in as he knew from experience, but mostly it was either his place or the one from the man of the night.
Life was good, and Viggo intended for it to stay exactly the way it was.
November 19th - Saturday
The club was crowded and noisy. The music wasn't what Viggo would prefer to listen to usually, but it didn't get on his nerves, he'd been to places like this often enough to be used to it.
Working his way over to the bar he let his eyes drift over the crowd, dragging his gaze over some of the better looking men. Viggo ordered himself a drink and leaned back against the bar, continuing to narrow down his choices for tonight.
One guy in particular was standing out from the rest. Dancing near the edge of the dance floor, he was drawing quite a lot of stares from the people surrounding him, but seemingly oblivious to them; he kept swaying his body in sync with the synthetic beat. Viggo had to admit that he earned the attention. Not only was the young man gorgeous, his body also emitted sensuality in a way that had Viggo's pants tightening around his cock just watching him.
Viggo took his time in observing what would hopefully become his fuck for the night. The young man didn't seem to be at all interested in anything around him and was totally consumed by the music. Sipping on his drink slowly, Viggo let his eyes wander over firm muscles encased in tight leather and silk. He could see himself peeling away the layers of material already, baring naked flesh to his eyes.
Having swallowed the last drop of his drink, Viggo went to advance on his prey. The youth still didn't pay any attention to his surroundings, not faltering at all in his dancing even as Viggo pressed against him from behind and ground his half-hard cock against the young man's ass. He kept moving, writhing back against Viggo, using him like a prop in the sensual play.
And Viggo played along. He let his hands run over the man's body, feeling the sweat-soaked silk crumple under his fingers and rubbed it against hard rippling muscles. The youth let his head fall on Viggo's shoulder, arching into the caresses of Viggo's hands on his body. Reaching out with one hand, Viggo turned the man's head just enough to be able to press his mouth to him.
He met no resistance at all, the soft pliant lips opening up immediately under the pressure. Viggo pushed his tongue in the young man's mouth, finding and stroking its partner.
The beat of the music that vibrated through his body merged with the rumble of the groan the young man gave when their tongues tangled wetly in his mouth. Viggo's other hand drifted to the youth’s groin, pressing against the hardness he found there. Another deep groan was his reward.
If they kept this up, Viggo was sure both of them would come right here on the dance floor, giving a free show for everyone who looked. And he really didn't care to cream his pants like a teenager.
Before he could even think of a way to get the young man off the dance floor, the body in his arms turned around, long arms slung around his shoulders, and the youth ground his groin against Viggo's. Smokey, glittering eyes stared at him, changing colors with the flittering lights of the lighting system in tune with the music, and a shiver ran over his back.
The throbbing of his cock was painful now, and the constant stimulation of rubbing material and an equal hardness pressed against it wasn’t helping at all. They moved slowly, and Viggo wasn't exactly sure which of them was stirring them into the right direction, but finally he ended up with his back pressed against a wall, the young man still all but draped over him, still swaying in time with the beat.
They were basically fucking in their clothes and the need to get somewhere a bit more private grew. A door a few feet away opened and the fog in Viggo’s head lifted enough for him to grab the young man's hand and drag him in the lighted hallway behind it.
They stumbled along the wall, groping and kissing, only letting go of each other when they reached the door to the men's restroom. No one inside threw them as much as a glance as they made their way into one of the stalls, the door banging shut behind them.
The halogen lamp that lightened the stall flickered and dimmed haphazardly, making the brown eyes that stared hungrily into Viggo's glimmer. Pulling the young man close, he pressed his mouth on opening lips, invading the wet cavern.
There was a dull thump when Viggo's back collided with a wall of the stall, and the sound of his zipper being pulled down sounded unnaturally loud against the muted noises from the other side of the walls.
The young man loosened their lip-lock and slid down his body, coming to kneel in front of Viggo. He looked down, watched how the youth pulled Viggo's cock out of his pants and stroked it a couple of times, all the while staring up into Viggo's eyes.
Viggo found he couldn't lift his eyes from the young man's, not even when the youth leaned forward and licked over the head of Viggo's cock before drawing it into his mouth.
Normally, Viggo would stare at the pretty mouth stretching around his flesh, watching how it glistered from the saliva clinging to it, but this time he couldn't stop watching the emotions flickering in the young man's eyes. Lust and desire turned the brown orbs almost black and Viggo was caught in them.
He hissed at the slight sting as teeth grated over his cock and moaned as a tongue flickered over the head and the teasing touch made him forget the pain. Then he was taken in deep again, Viggo felt himself pushing at the back of the young man's throat and he couldn't keep his eyes from falling shut.
"Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck." He forced his eyes open again. The young man was kneeling before him, looking up at him, his eyes twinkling, and Viggo could have sworn that he grinned around the cock in his mouth.
Pushing his hips forward, he thrust himself deeper into the wet cavern, picking up a quick rhythm. No complain came from the young man in front of him, not even as Viggo twined his hands in the tousled curls and prevented him from doing anything else than accepting the invasion of his mouth and sucking for all he was worth.
If Viggo had been able to form clear thoughts at this point, he would marvel at the way the youth still managed to twirl his tongue around the flesh in his mouth, or manage to coordinate sucking, staring up at Viggo and opening his own pants and getting his own cock out. He wasn't though, so he only groaned at seeing the young man fisting his own cock simultaneous with Viggo's thrusts in his mouth.
The added visual stimuli proved to be all he needed to finally come, spurting load after load into the wet cavern. The youth groaned at the first splash on his tongue, and swallowed, his hand working furiously on his own cock, driving himself to his own completion.
When Viggo could gather his wits enough to loosen his death grip on the young man's head, the youth let the cock slide out of his mouth, grasping for breath. He brought his hands to his lips, licking it clean from his own cum, then wiping at the corners of his mouth for what had spilled out from Viggo's.
Viggo watched dazedly as the youth cleaned himself, then straightened up.
"I don't even know your name," he said, smirking slightly, and buttoned up his jeans again. "I'm Orlando."
Viggo's answer was prevented by a loud knock on the door and someone yelling for them to hurry up since there were actually people with use for the toilet in the stall. Only whoever yelled used more crude terms.
Shrugging at Orlando, Viggo quickly put his own cock away, and opened the door. Ignoring the bulk of a man waiting on the other side of the door, he crossed the room and opened the door to the hallway. He fumbled in his pockets for a cigarette, found the packet, and leaning against the cool wall, lit it up.
Orlando exited the restroom shortly after him, and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Viggo waiting for him. "You waited," he said, making it sound almost like a question.
"I thought we could take this elsewhere," Viggo explained.
"Can't. I got to work in a bit," the young man answered regretfully. "Maybe another time?"
November 25th - Friday
Orlando hadn't been back at the club once since last Saturday. Viggo knew this because he had been there every night. But he hadn't been just there; he had been looking for Orlando, waiting for the young man to show up.
He felt stood up, not caring about the fact that they hadn't agreed on anything that could in any way count as a date. 'Another time' was something you said and didn't necessarily mean. A kind version of ‘fuck off’. But Orlando had sounded sincerely sorry and Viggo didn't want to believe that it had been just an act on part of the young man.
Viggo wasn't quite sure what to make of his strange infatuation with the gorgeous man. Sure, it wasn't that he had a rule of only ever fucking someone once, but he had never gone out and looked for someone over and over, and then gone home alone because that someone didn't turn up.
During the last days, he had had a more steady relationship with his hand than he cared for.
Viggo downed his scotch, paid the barkeeper and went home again.
November 26th - Saturday
He saw Orlando the moment he went inside. He was dancing alone, much like a week ago, seemingly absorbed in the music blaring out of various loudspeakers. Orlando turned around just as Viggo made his way further into the room. His eyes fell on Viggo and he smiled.
Viggo grinned back and motioned that he would be at the bar. Orlando nodded his understanding and Viggo quickly went to get his drink, not wanting to let the young man out of his gaze any second longer than necessary.
Glass in hand, he continued watching the lithe body move to the music. Viggo's mind supplied him with detailed images of how he could take the young man, making his cock throb inside his pants.
"Hi." Orlando shouted the greeting over the loud music as he came from the dance floor, out of breath and grinning widely. He snatched the drink out of Viggo's hand and gulped the liquid down before leaning in and pressing his lips to Viggo's.
"Hi," Viggo answered after taking his tongue out of Orlando's mouth and smiled back.
"Want to go somewhere else?" the young man asked while running his hands over Viggo's back.
"You don't have anywhere else to be?" Viggo asked, needing to make sure.
"I'm all yours," Orlando purred, nuzzling against Viggo's collarbone. Then, suddenly, he lifted his head away and stared at Viggo. "You still haven't told me your name."
Viggo laughed. "It's Viggo," he told him.
Orlando smiled and took Viggo's hand in his. "Come on then, Viggo. Let's go."
* * * * *
They stumbled through the door to Viggo's apartment kissing and tearing at their clothes, barely taking the time to close the door behind them.
Orlando groaned as Viggo pressed him against the wall and kicked his legs apart. His tongue dueled with Viggo's, and when their groins rubbed together, the older man moaned as well.
"Bed. Now," he somehow managed to say without fully breaking the kiss, and Viggo grabbed his ass, lifted him up, and carried him into the bedroom.
Orlando bounced on the mattress as he was thrown onto the bed, and immediately went to take his clothes off. Viggo hurried to undress too, all the while watching the young man hungrily.
He still fought with his boots as Orlando was already naked and leaned back on the bed. The young man winked at him as he spread his legs and gripped his cock, slowly stroking himself.
"You starting without me?" Viggo asked, finally managing to get the resisting boot off his foot.
"Hurry up then," Orlando countered, using his other hand to rub over one of his nipples.
Viggo did as told; the other boot was easier to remove and the pants only a matter of seconds. Lowering himself to the bed next to the young man, Viggo took Orlando's hand off his cock, exchanging it for his own.
"Oh yeah," Orlando moaned, spreading his legs wider to give Viggo more room. "Fuck me, Viggo."
"Not yet." Viggo shifted around, opened the bedside drawer and took out the necessary supplies, putting them beside him on the bed before turning to Orlando again. "Turn around, babe."
Obediently Orlando rolled over on his stomach, grinding his rock-hard cock against the covers.
Viggo let his hand trail over the exposed ass checks, stroking them, and running a finger through the cleft. Orlando moaned into the pillow as Viggo's fingers prodded at his hole, not pushing inside, just teasing the opening.
"Tell me what you want," Viggo whispered into Orlando's ear, his fingers edging lower to stroke over Orlando's balls.
"Fuck," Orlando groaned. "Just fuck me already. God."
Viggo fished around until he found the tube on the bed and opened it single-handedly. Lifting himself up, he kneeled between Orlando's spread legs and quickly pushed some lube on his fingers. Without further ado, he spread the cheeks and pushed a lubed finger into Orlando's hole, making the young man hiss.
His finger was jammed within heat and velvety walls, and Viggo groaned at the thought of his cock being trapped like that.
Orlando pushed his ass up, forcing the finger deeper, and Viggo took the hint, starting to slide his finger in and out. He added a second finger as Orlando started to whimper and curse softly, scissoring them to stretch the young man more.
"Now, fuck, Viggo," Orlando moaned between pants. "Need you now!"
The condom was spotted quickly, dark wrapper clearly contrasting with the white bed sheets, and Viggo managed to open it with teeth and the hand that currently didn't have two fingers buried deep inside Orlando.
Rolling the latex over his erection proved more difficult since Orlando started to thrash under him, humping the bed and pushing back on Viggo's fingers. He somehow managed with a lot of fumbling and cursing under his breath, and added a third finger to the ones stretching Orlando while slathering lube over his condom-clad cock.
"Hurry," Orlando breathed, grinding back against Viggo, and groaning as the fingers were slid out of him.
Viggo leaned forward, using one hand to spread the cheeks and the other to line himself up. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, bending down so he was able to lick the shell of Orlando's ear.
"Yes, fuck, do it already," the young man cried frustrated, jerking hips upwards, trying to get the cock that was prodding at his hole inside.
Deciding that any more teasing at this point would be outright cruel, Viggo shifted down, pushing the head through the tight muscle and groaned loudly at the heat that enclosed him instantly.
Orlando wailed and Viggo shoved the rest of his length inside, only stopping once his balls rested snuggly against the young man's ass.
"Fuck, you're tight," he gasped as he was squeezed tighter than in a long time.
"Move, damnit," Orlando demanded, trying to push back despite Viggo's weight pressing against his back and effectively immobilizing him.
Viggo pulled back enough to be able to drag Orlando up on his knees and started thrusting.
The young man was trembling under him, meeting his every thrust with a backwards one of his own, grasping and moaning, fucking himself on Viggo's cock. Viggo loosened one hand from Orlando's hips and moved it to grip the other man's weeping length.
Orlando howled as Viggo took hold of it, jerking it in time with his thrusts; the angle of the cock in his ass shifted as Viggo leaned forward again to suck on his neck, dragging it over his prostate with every shove.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Orlando chanted, quivering with pent up pleasure, and as Viggo dragged his thumb over the precum-leaking slit he screamed, coming in hot bursts all over Viggo's hand and sheets.
Viggo pounded a few times more in the clenching channel before he too came, shoving himself balls-deep into Orlando as he filled the condom and collapsed on the other man's back.
November 27th - Sunday
When Viggo awoke, he almost instantly noticed the arm draped over his ribcage, then the warmth emanating from the body next to him.
Fuck. He opened his eyes slowly, peaking at the man snuggled up to him, and groaned softly. He didn't wake up with anyone. That was a rule. Waking up meant breakfast, meant real conversation, meant dealing with morning breath and who got the shower first.
Why was Orlando still here? He dimly remembered pulling out of him and discarding the used condom, but after that his mind was blank. Had he been so powered out that he went to sleep without asking the young man to leave?
Carefully prying Orlando's arm away from his body, he managed to disentangle himself. Viggo pushed the cover from his legs and swung them out of the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he sighed and tried to think of a way to deal with a situation he hadn't been in for ages.
December 1st - Thursday
He hadn't heard from Orlando since he basically kicked him out of his apartment as soon as the young man had awoken. The look in his eyes, full of sleep-tinged confusion and disbelief as Orlando had dressed and left, had haunted him almost all the time ever since.
There weren't many words exchanged on that morning, and if Viggo was honest with himself, he could understand if Orlando would never want to see him again. Still, that didn't stop him from thinking of the young man while sitting in a meeting at work or having lunch with friends. It was as if Orlando had somehow invaded his brain intending to seriously screw up his everyday life.
There was something seriously wrong with him, Viggo decided. It had been just a fuck. A gorgeous one that made him come so hard he saw stars, but still nothing more. He didn't do anything more. He didn't want anything more.
But that self-assessment didn't stop him from jerking himself off under the shower in the morning, coming with the image of the young Brit on his mind and his name on his lips.
December 3rd - Saturday
When he entered the club he deliberately made his way to the bar without even looking at the dance floor. If Orlando was here like the two Saturdays before, it was fine. It didn't mean he would take him home again though. He'd just pick up someone else and get over this infatuation he had with the young Brit.
Nursing his drink, he tried to stop himself from drifting over the dance floor, searching for a mop of brown curls. He didn't succeed and was disappointed when he couldn't make out Orlando's lithe body swaying to the music.
Looking around for someone else to catch his interest, he found himself unusually uninterested. Deciding that tomorrow was another night, he got up and made his way to the exit.
Viggo pushed his way through the crowd that always clogged up the narrow entry area of the club.
"Viggo?"
"Yes?" He turned around to the voice.
"You do remember me, don't you?" Orlando looked at him expectant.
"Of course, I do." Someone bumped against Viggo, making him stumble a bit. "Damn. Look out where you're going!" he barked at the wrongdoer, then turned back to Orlando. "Orlando, I-" Someone pushed their way in between them, cutting Viggo off again.
"Let's go outside," Viggo suggested once he could see the young man again.
Orlando chewed on his bottom lip, obviously unsure, but then nodded and followed Viggo outside.
"Where to?" Viggo asked once they were on the sidewalk in front of the club, leaving the option to the younger man.
"There's a coffee shop a bit down the street," Orlando suggested.
It was really only a few steps away, and they made their way there quietly, only talking to agree on a table once they had arrived. Sitting down in the back of the shop, they made their orders and waited for the waitress to bring them their coffee.
"I'm not really sure why I'm here." Orlando broke the uncomfortable silence.
Viggo cringed inwardly. "I guess I need to apologize for… my behavior that morning."
Orlando nodded, then tilted his head to the side, studying Viggo. "I like you," he stated simply after a while. "Despite the fact that you just tossed me out in the morning. But I'm not sure we want the same."
"What do you want?" Viggo was compelled to ask.
"Something steady, someone who I love and who loves me back."
"I don't do relationships."
"Too bad. Well then…" Orlando trailed off and made to get up.
"Wait."
Orlando looked at him questioningly. "Why?"
December 7th - Wednesday
It was obvious that their views on sex and relationships clashed, and it had taken Viggo a lot to get Orlando to agree not to end their contact right there in the coffee shop. He had however not been able to persuade the younger man to come home with him again.
Orlando was a bit of an enigma to Viggo. Wasn't it normally the other way round, the young men being the ones that slept around and the older ones wanted something long-term? There were always exceptions, he supposed, but Orlando sure hadn't appeared to be one on their first night.
Sitting down on the bed, Viggo slipped into a pair of shoes, shaking his head at himself. Here he was, bachelor par excellence, getting ready for something that surely counted as a date, and, if he knew the younger man at all by now, one that didn't include stumbling into a bed afterwards.
December 11th - Sunday
Standing in front of the museum, Viggo felt stood up. He glanced at his watch again, and to his distress it now showed half an hour later than the time they had agreed to meet. Asking himself again why he was doing this for the umpteenth time, he pushed his hands in his pockets again and decided to give the younger man five minutes more.
"Sorry that I'm late," Orlando exclaimed out of breath, slinging his arms around Viggo's shoulders and giving him a peek on the mouth. "Emergency at work."
"It's okay," Viggo said nonchalantly, inwardly feeling relieved, but reluctant to show it. "Let's go inside then, shall we?"
December 13th - Tuesday
Orlando was laughing at him, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen him, and Viggo wasn't sure if he'd rather kiss him or kick him in the butt for suggesting ice skating as afternoon activity.
Holding on to the railing, Viggo managed to get upright again, carefully balancing so to not lose his footing again, and scowled at the young man.
"Do you want me to help?" Orlando asked grinning, skating closer.
"No," Viggo grumbled.
"Oh come on." The young man reached him and instantly wrapped his arms around Viggo's waist. If it hadn't been for Orlando, Viggo was sure the impact would have sent him to the ground again.
"We'll go slowly, yeah?" Orlando suggested as he wrapped his arm around Viggo's waist and steered them onto the open ice.
December 16th - Friday
His hand was becoming a steady companion, as was the nagging voice in his head that questioned his sanity. There was something about Orlando that made him forget reason and self-imposed rules. Relationships always ended badly, he knew, but he couldn't make himself care enough anymore to stop building one with the gorgeous young man.
If it weren't for the hugs and occasional kisses, he wouldn't even be sure if he was doing even that. They had fun together, went out frequently, but it wasn't anything Viggo couldn't have also done with anyone he didn't want to sleep with. Sure, he had never snogged a mere friend on a street corner, but he wanted more.
Much more in fact, and that should either scare him or put him off Orlando. It didn't though. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to continue, maybe nothing would come out of it, maybe he would end up falling in love and getting his heart broken, but then, maybe not. And maybe he was just a pathetic old man who thought himself too set in his ways to have his habits broken by a guy half his age.
"Earth to Viggo." Orlando was wagging his hand in front of Viggo's face.
"Huh?"
"You totally spaced out on me, man. Am I really that boring?" Orlando asked jokingly.
December 19th - Monday
"What are you doing?"
"Orlando?"
"Yes."
"Why are you calling?"
"I can hang up again if you'd rather-"
"No, no," Viggo cut Orlando off and could have sworn he heard Orlando smile through the phone.
"So, what are you doing?"
"I was watching a movie on TV."
"Anything good?"
"I wasn't paying attention honestly."
"What were you doing then if not watching the movie?"
"Thinking."
"Of me?"
"Yes," he admitted.
December 23rd - Friday
"Come home with me?"
The question was what Viggo had waited for, hoped for, these last weeks, and now that Orlando had voiced it, he couldn't do anything else than nod his agreement, not really believing he’d heard correctly.
Arriving at Orlando's little one-room-apartment though, any questions about the young man's intentions Viggo could have had were instantly answered. After closing the door, Orlando practically attacked Viggo, pressing him against the door and grinding their groins together while claiming his mouth in a fiery kiss.
Viggo only wondered for about a second before giving as good as Orlando, tearing at the younger man's clothes while Orlando was working on getting Viggo undressed. They thankfully didn't have a long way to the bed, and in a matter of minutes, they were rolling around on it, rumpling the covers more than they had already been.
Orlando managed to pin Viggo under him, trapping his hardening cock under his ass and gyrating against it, mimicking what would soon follow. Viggo groaned loudly, gripping Orlando's hips and stilling the motions.
"If you keep that up, I'm not sure I'll last," he explained at Orlando's confused look. "It's been too long."
A smile lit up the young man's face. "How long?"
"Much too long."
"How long?" Orlando asked again, leaning down to lick one of Viggo's nipples, sucking it into his mouth and biting it slightly.
Viggo moaned, but didn't answer.
"How long?" Orlando skimmed down Viggo's body, nipping at the skin of his abdomen.
"Why do you want to know?" Viggo asked, his hands tangling in Orlando's hair, trying to guide the younger man further down.
"I just do. Tell me, Viggo, please," Orlando begged, his hot breath fanning over Viggo's cock, making it jerk in reaction.
"Please," he asked again before sticking his tongue out and licking over the head, collecting the drop of precome that had gathered there.
When the only answer was another moan, he lifted himself up and sat back on his heels. "No?"
"Orlando," Viggo growled.
"What?" The words sounded innocent, but Orlando's face spoke another language.
"Tease." With that, Viggo grabbed the young man, and flipped them over again. Orlando pouted at him, but didn't make a move to win the upper hand back.
"Stuff's in the nightstand," he only said, then busied himself with running his hands over Viggo's spine as Viggo bent over and got the required supplies from their repository.
Tossing the condom to Orlando, Viggo told him to open it while he squeezed some lube onto his fingers and brought one of them to the young man's hole.
"Fuck, yes," Orlando hissed. His hands shook as he tore the wrapper open.
Viggo quickly added a second finger, stretching the taut channel more while watching the pleasure spreading on Orlando's face. The young man had his eyes closed now, the freed condom still in his hand, and he was pushing back on Viggo's fingers.
"Open your eyes, babe," Viggo requested as he added another finger, the tight fit making it harder to push inside, but Orlando didn't complain.
"That's enough," the younger man said in a strained voice after a while. "You, in me. Now."
"Put the condom on me," Viggo said, not stopping the movement of his fingers in Orlando's ass.
It took a bit work on Orlando's part to be able to comply, but he somehow managed to roll it over Viggo's erection before falling back on the bed again, panting heavily. "Hurry."
There was nothing that Viggo would have like to do more; he quickly lubed himself up, removed his fingers, and slung Orlando's legs over his shoulders.
The young man moaned as the head prodded at his entrance, and shifted his hips up at the same time as Viggo pushed down. There was no resistance to meet and Viggo slid balls-deep into Orlando in one smooth thrust.
"Yes," Orlando hissed and Viggo grunted in answer.
Orlando's lips parted, pants and mewls escaping him as Viggo slowly pulled back again, adjusted his position to have more leverage and then pushed back in. The shout Orlando gave as his cock brushed over his prostate spurred Viggo on even more, and he leaned forward, catching the young man's bottom lip in his mouth and sucking it before thrusting his tongue between the parted lips, mirroring the thrusts of his hips.
Orlando's hand clutched at his back and ass, fingernails digging into his flesh. Viggo sped his thrust up even more, shoving himself forcefully into the young man, the bed frame creaking under their movements.
"Oh yeah. Harder," Orlando urged him on when Viggo let go of his lips, writhing under him, and worked one hand between their bodies to get hold of his own drooling cock.
Viggo pushed himself up on his arms. His cock was throbbing in the vise-like grip of the young man's ass and he could feel his balls starting to tighten. "Going to come," he panted heavily.
"Do it. Come in me," the young man replied, squeezing his inner muscles around the hard flesh, while working himself furiously.
All it took for Viggo to come were a few more hard thrusts before he exploded, coming with a long drawn-out groan.
Orlando moaned in disappointment when Viggo pulled out of him, the condom making it a necessity, but then the older man added his mouth to the hand on Orlando's cock, sucking hard on the head, and pushed two fingers into the freshly fucked opening, rubbing them over the bundle of nerves inside.
Orlando's body stiffened before he came, wailing in pleasure as he shot load after load into Viggo's mouth, who scarcely managed to swallow everything the young man had to give.
When Orlando went slack, sagging back into the covers, Viggo gently removed his fingers and licked the spent cock clean. Then he crawled up the relaxed body, lying down next to Orlando who instantly snuggled close to him and put his head in the crook of Viggo's shoulder. His breathing evened out in sleep soon, and Viggo was following shortly afterwards.
December 24th - Saturday
Viggo woke up to a mouth trailing soft kisses over his abdomen, slowly edging higher, aiming for his nipples. He smiled, eyes still closed, and moved one of his hands to tangle in Orlando's curls.
"Morning," Orlando murmured against his skin and extended his tongue to circle one nipple.
"Mmmm," Viggo replied and opened his eyes. "Good morning."
Orlando sucked the erect bud in his mouth momentarily before letting it pop out again. He crawled up Viggo's body until he was face to face with him. "This okay?" he asked softly.
"Yeah." Viggo wasn't sure what the other man had referred to, but the answer was the same anyway. He smiled again, and pulled Orlando's head closer.
They kissed languidly, tongues sliding lazily over another, both not fully awake yet and disregarding lingering morning breath. Viggo let his other hand, the one that wasn't tangled in Orlando's hair, drift down, ghosting over the smooth skin of Orlando's back.
Orlando shivered against his body and rolled his hips, grinding his half-hard cock against Viggo's erection. "Want you," he mumbled against Viggo's lips before closing the gap again and kissing him anew.
After some minutes, the older man rolled them over without letting go of Orlando's mouth, covering the young man's body with his own. They rubbed against each other, and when Orlando started grinding his erection upwards against Viggo's groin, Viggo let go of his mouth and put his hands on Orlando's hips to stop their movement.
"Want you," Orlando protested whining.
Viggo grinned, and kissed his nose playfully. Orlando made a face of mock disgust, then laughed.
"You're nuts," he stated.
"Yes," Viggo conceded. "And I'm falling in love with you."
THE END
Addendum (200 more words)
Author: Moraya (mesnica)
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Summary: Viggo is fully enjoying being single and doesn't want anything else... but that was before he met Orlando.
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: This is fiction, which means I own nothing except my fantasy.
Feedback: Please!
Beta: The wonderful tularia
A/N: written for laeglass as part of vo_xmas (posted here)
Infatuated
There had been little in Viggo's life as of late to complain about. He had a well-paying, not particularly straining job, a nice apartment, great friends, and a satisfactory sex-life. He hadn't been in a solid relationship for several years and it suited him just fine. After his marriage had broken, he had had several attempts at living together with someone, none of them having worked out. In the end, Viggo had come to the conclusion that he just wasn't meant to be someone's partner, and after that he'd quickly come to enjoy the advantages of a single life and simple one-night-stands.
He liked being able to not care about putting dirty laundry in the basket right away, letting the dishes pile up until he could no longer find a clean one and take-out food became essential, not having someone around who complained about his painting equipment cluttering the table and floor in the living room or over not having any milk at home.
He also liked being able to bring home whoever he wanted, fuck all night long and have the guy out of his apartment before it was even time to start breakfast, or not coming back for the night at all. There were many places one could have sex in as he knew from experience, but mostly it was either his place or the one from the man of the night.
Life was good, and Viggo intended for it to stay exactly the way it was.
November 19th - Saturday
The club was crowded and noisy. The music wasn't what Viggo would prefer to listen to usually, but it didn't get on his nerves, he'd been to places like this often enough to be used to it.
Working his way over to the bar he let his eyes drift over the crowd, dragging his gaze over some of the better looking men. Viggo ordered himself a drink and leaned back against the bar, continuing to narrow down his choices for tonight.
One guy in particular was standing out from the rest. Dancing near the edge of the dance floor, he was drawing quite a lot of stares from the people surrounding him, but seemingly oblivious to them; he kept swaying his body in sync with the synthetic beat. Viggo had to admit that he earned the attention. Not only was the young man gorgeous, his body also emitted sensuality in a way that had Viggo's pants tightening around his cock just watching him.
Viggo took his time in observing what would hopefully become his fuck for the night. The young man didn't seem to be at all interested in anything around him and was totally consumed by the music. Sipping on his drink slowly, Viggo let his eyes wander over firm muscles encased in tight leather and silk. He could see himself peeling away the layers of material already, baring naked flesh to his eyes.
Having swallowed the last drop of his drink, Viggo went to advance on his prey. The youth still didn't pay any attention to his surroundings, not faltering at all in his dancing even as Viggo pressed against him from behind and ground his half-hard cock against the young man's ass. He kept moving, writhing back against Viggo, using him like a prop in the sensual play.
And Viggo played along. He let his hands run over the man's body, feeling the sweat-soaked silk crumple under his fingers and rubbed it against hard rippling muscles. The youth let his head fall on Viggo's shoulder, arching into the caresses of Viggo's hands on his body. Reaching out with one hand, Viggo turned the man's head just enough to be able to press his mouth to him.
He met no resistance at all, the soft pliant lips opening up immediately under the pressure. Viggo pushed his tongue in the young man's mouth, finding and stroking its partner.
The beat of the music that vibrated through his body merged with the rumble of the groan the young man gave when their tongues tangled wetly in his mouth. Viggo's other hand drifted to the youth’s groin, pressing against the hardness he found there. Another deep groan was his reward.
If they kept this up, Viggo was sure both of them would come right here on the dance floor, giving a free show for everyone who looked. And he really didn't care to cream his pants like a teenager.
Before he could even think of a way to get the young man off the dance floor, the body in his arms turned around, long arms slung around his shoulders, and the youth ground his groin against Viggo's. Smokey, glittering eyes stared at him, changing colors with the flittering lights of the lighting system in tune with the music, and a shiver ran over his back.
The throbbing of his cock was painful now, and the constant stimulation of rubbing material and an equal hardness pressed against it wasn’t helping at all. They moved slowly, and Viggo wasn't exactly sure which of them was stirring them into the right direction, but finally he ended up with his back pressed against a wall, the young man still all but draped over him, still swaying in time with the beat.
They were basically fucking in their clothes and the need to get somewhere a bit more private grew. A door a few feet away opened and the fog in Viggo’s head lifted enough for him to grab the young man's hand and drag him in the lighted hallway behind it.
They stumbled along the wall, groping and kissing, only letting go of each other when they reached the door to the men's restroom. No one inside threw them as much as a glance as they made their way into one of the stalls, the door banging shut behind them.
The halogen lamp that lightened the stall flickered and dimmed haphazardly, making the brown eyes that stared hungrily into Viggo's glimmer. Pulling the young man close, he pressed his mouth on opening lips, invading the wet cavern.
There was a dull thump when Viggo's back collided with a wall of the stall, and the sound of his zipper being pulled down sounded unnaturally loud against the muted noises from the other side of the walls.
The young man loosened their lip-lock and slid down his body, coming to kneel in front of Viggo. He looked down, watched how the youth pulled Viggo's cock out of his pants and stroked it a couple of times, all the while staring up into Viggo's eyes.
Viggo found he couldn't lift his eyes from the young man's, not even when the youth leaned forward and licked over the head of Viggo's cock before drawing it into his mouth.
Normally, Viggo would stare at the pretty mouth stretching around his flesh, watching how it glistered from the saliva clinging to it, but this time he couldn't stop watching the emotions flickering in the young man's eyes. Lust and desire turned the brown orbs almost black and Viggo was caught in them.
He hissed at the slight sting as teeth grated over his cock and moaned as a tongue flickered over the head and the teasing touch made him forget the pain. Then he was taken in deep again, Viggo felt himself pushing at the back of the young man's throat and he couldn't keep his eyes from falling shut.
"Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck." He forced his eyes open again. The young man was kneeling before him, looking up at him, his eyes twinkling, and Viggo could have sworn that he grinned around the cock in his mouth.
Pushing his hips forward, he thrust himself deeper into the wet cavern, picking up a quick rhythm. No complain came from the young man in front of him, not even as Viggo twined his hands in the tousled curls and prevented him from doing anything else than accepting the invasion of his mouth and sucking for all he was worth.
If Viggo had been able to form clear thoughts at this point, he would marvel at the way the youth still managed to twirl his tongue around the flesh in his mouth, or manage to coordinate sucking, staring up at Viggo and opening his own pants and getting his own cock out. He wasn't though, so he only groaned at seeing the young man fisting his own cock simultaneous with Viggo's thrusts in his mouth.
The added visual stimuli proved to be all he needed to finally come, spurting load after load into the wet cavern. The youth groaned at the first splash on his tongue, and swallowed, his hand working furiously on his own cock, driving himself to his own completion.
When Viggo could gather his wits enough to loosen his death grip on the young man's head, the youth let the cock slide out of his mouth, grasping for breath. He brought his hands to his lips, licking it clean from his own cum, then wiping at the corners of his mouth for what had spilled out from Viggo's.
Viggo watched dazedly as the youth cleaned himself, then straightened up.
"I don't even know your name," he said, smirking slightly, and buttoned up his jeans again. "I'm Orlando."
Viggo's answer was prevented by a loud knock on the door and someone yelling for them to hurry up since there were actually people with use for the toilet in the stall. Only whoever yelled used more crude terms.
Shrugging at Orlando, Viggo quickly put his own cock away, and opened the door. Ignoring the bulk of a man waiting on the other side of the door, he crossed the room and opened the door to the hallway. He fumbled in his pockets for a cigarette, found the packet, and leaning against the cool wall, lit it up.
Orlando exited the restroom shortly after him, and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Viggo waiting for him. "You waited," he said, making it sound almost like a question.
"I thought we could take this elsewhere," Viggo explained.
"Can't. I got to work in a bit," the young man answered regretfully. "Maybe another time?"
November 25th - Friday
Orlando hadn't been back at the club once since last Saturday. Viggo knew this because he had been there every night. But he hadn't been just there; he had been looking for Orlando, waiting for the young man to show up.
He felt stood up, not caring about the fact that they hadn't agreed on anything that could in any way count as a date. 'Another time' was something you said and didn't necessarily mean. A kind version of ‘fuck off’. But Orlando had sounded sincerely sorry and Viggo didn't want to believe that it had been just an act on part of the young man.
Viggo wasn't quite sure what to make of his strange infatuation with the gorgeous man. Sure, it wasn't that he had a rule of only ever fucking someone once, but he had never gone out and looked for someone over and over, and then gone home alone because that someone didn't turn up.
During the last days, he had had a more steady relationship with his hand than he cared for.
Viggo downed his scotch, paid the barkeeper and went home again.
November 26th - Saturday
He saw Orlando the moment he went inside. He was dancing alone, much like a week ago, seemingly absorbed in the music blaring out of various loudspeakers. Orlando turned around just as Viggo made his way further into the room. His eyes fell on Viggo and he smiled.
Viggo grinned back and motioned that he would be at the bar. Orlando nodded his understanding and Viggo quickly went to get his drink, not wanting to let the young man out of his gaze any second longer than necessary.
Glass in hand, he continued watching the lithe body move to the music. Viggo's mind supplied him with detailed images of how he could take the young man, making his cock throb inside his pants.
"Hi." Orlando shouted the greeting over the loud music as he came from the dance floor, out of breath and grinning widely. He snatched the drink out of Viggo's hand and gulped the liquid down before leaning in and pressing his lips to Viggo's.
"Hi," Viggo answered after taking his tongue out of Orlando's mouth and smiled back.
"Want to go somewhere else?" the young man asked while running his hands over Viggo's back.
"You don't have anywhere else to be?" Viggo asked, needing to make sure.
"I'm all yours," Orlando purred, nuzzling against Viggo's collarbone. Then, suddenly, he lifted his head away and stared at Viggo. "You still haven't told me your name."
Viggo laughed. "It's Viggo," he told him.
Orlando smiled and took Viggo's hand in his. "Come on then, Viggo. Let's go."
* * * * *
They stumbled through the door to Viggo's apartment kissing and tearing at their clothes, barely taking the time to close the door behind them.
Orlando groaned as Viggo pressed him against the wall and kicked his legs apart. His tongue dueled with Viggo's, and when their groins rubbed together, the older man moaned as well.
"Bed. Now," he somehow managed to say without fully breaking the kiss, and Viggo grabbed his ass, lifted him up, and carried him into the bedroom.
Orlando bounced on the mattress as he was thrown onto the bed, and immediately went to take his clothes off. Viggo hurried to undress too, all the while watching the young man hungrily.
He still fought with his boots as Orlando was already naked and leaned back on the bed. The young man winked at him as he spread his legs and gripped his cock, slowly stroking himself.
"You starting without me?" Viggo asked, finally managing to get the resisting boot off his foot.
"Hurry up then," Orlando countered, using his other hand to rub over one of his nipples.
Viggo did as told; the other boot was easier to remove and the pants only a matter of seconds. Lowering himself to the bed next to the young man, Viggo took Orlando's hand off his cock, exchanging it for his own.
"Oh yeah," Orlando moaned, spreading his legs wider to give Viggo more room. "Fuck me, Viggo."
"Not yet." Viggo shifted around, opened the bedside drawer and took out the necessary supplies, putting them beside him on the bed before turning to Orlando again. "Turn around, babe."
Obediently Orlando rolled over on his stomach, grinding his rock-hard cock against the covers.
Viggo let his hand trail over the exposed ass checks, stroking them, and running a finger through the cleft. Orlando moaned into the pillow as Viggo's fingers prodded at his hole, not pushing inside, just teasing the opening.
"Tell me what you want," Viggo whispered into Orlando's ear, his fingers edging lower to stroke over Orlando's balls.
"Fuck," Orlando groaned. "Just fuck me already. God."
Viggo fished around until he found the tube on the bed and opened it single-handedly. Lifting himself up, he kneeled between Orlando's spread legs and quickly pushed some lube on his fingers. Without further ado, he spread the cheeks and pushed a lubed finger into Orlando's hole, making the young man hiss.
His finger was jammed within heat and velvety walls, and Viggo groaned at the thought of his cock being trapped like that.
Orlando pushed his ass up, forcing the finger deeper, and Viggo took the hint, starting to slide his finger in and out. He added a second finger as Orlando started to whimper and curse softly, scissoring them to stretch the young man more.
"Now, fuck, Viggo," Orlando moaned between pants. "Need you now!"
The condom was spotted quickly, dark wrapper clearly contrasting with the white bed sheets, and Viggo managed to open it with teeth and the hand that currently didn't have two fingers buried deep inside Orlando.
Rolling the latex over his erection proved more difficult since Orlando started to thrash under him, humping the bed and pushing back on Viggo's fingers. He somehow managed with a lot of fumbling and cursing under his breath, and added a third finger to the ones stretching Orlando while slathering lube over his condom-clad cock.
"Hurry," Orlando breathed, grinding back against Viggo, and groaning as the fingers were slid out of him.
Viggo leaned forward, using one hand to spread the cheeks and the other to line himself up. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, bending down so he was able to lick the shell of Orlando's ear.
"Yes, fuck, do it already," the young man cried frustrated, jerking hips upwards, trying to get the cock that was prodding at his hole inside.
Deciding that any more teasing at this point would be outright cruel, Viggo shifted down, pushing the head through the tight muscle and groaned loudly at the heat that enclosed him instantly.
Orlando wailed and Viggo shoved the rest of his length inside, only stopping once his balls rested snuggly against the young man's ass.
"Fuck, you're tight," he gasped as he was squeezed tighter than in a long time.
"Move, damnit," Orlando demanded, trying to push back despite Viggo's weight pressing against his back and effectively immobilizing him.
Viggo pulled back enough to be able to drag Orlando up on his knees and started thrusting.
The young man was trembling under him, meeting his every thrust with a backwards one of his own, grasping and moaning, fucking himself on Viggo's cock. Viggo loosened one hand from Orlando's hips and moved it to grip the other man's weeping length.
Orlando howled as Viggo took hold of it, jerking it in time with his thrusts; the angle of the cock in his ass shifted as Viggo leaned forward again to suck on his neck, dragging it over his prostate with every shove.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Orlando chanted, quivering with pent up pleasure, and as Viggo dragged his thumb over the precum-leaking slit he screamed, coming in hot bursts all over Viggo's hand and sheets.
Viggo pounded a few times more in the clenching channel before he too came, shoving himself balls-deep into Orlando as he filled the condom and collapsed on the other man's back.
November 27th - Sunday
When Viggo awoke, he almost instantly noticed the arm draped over his ribcage, then the warmth emanating from the body next to him.
Fuck. He opened his eyes slowly, peaking at the man snuggled up to him, and groaned softly. He didn't wake up with anyone. That was a rule. Waking up meant breakfast, meant real conversation, meant dealing with morning breath and who got the shower first.
Why was Orlando still here? He dimly remembered pulling out of him and discarding the used condom, but after that his mind was blank. Had he been so powered out that he went to sleep without asking the young man to leave?
Carefully prying Orlando's arm away from his body, he managed to disentangle himself. Viggo pushed the cover from his legs and swung them out of the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he sighed and tried to think of a way to deal with a situation he hadn't been in for ages.
December 1st - Thursday
He hadn't heard from Orlando since he basically kicked him out of his apartment as soon as the young man had awoken. The look in his eyes, full of sleep-tinged confusion and disbelief as Orlando had dressed and left, had haunted him almost all the time ever since.
There weren't many words exchanged on that morning, and if Viggo was honest with himself, he could understand if Orlando would never want to see him again. Still, that didn't stop him from thinking of the young man while sitting in a meeting at work or having lunch with friends. It was as if Orlando had somehow invaded his brain intending to seriously screw up his everyday life.
There was something seriously wrong with him, Viggo decided. It had been just a fuck. A gorgeous one that made him come so hard he saw stars, but still nothing more. He didn't do anything more. He didn't want anything more.
But that self-assessment didn't stop him from jerking himself off under the shower in the morning, coming with the image of the young Brit on his mind and his name on his lips.
December 3rd - Saturday
When he entered the club he deliberately made his way to the bar without even looking at the dance floor. If Orlando was here like the two Saturdays before, it was fine. It didn't mean he would take him home again though. He'd just pick up someone else and get over this infatuation he had with the young Brit.
Nursing his drink, he tried to stop himself from drifting over the dance floor, searching for a mop of brown curls. He didn't succeed and was disappointed when he couldn't make out Orlando's lithe body swaying to the music.
Looking around for someone else to catch his interest, he found himself unusually uninterested. Deciding that tomorrow was another night, he got up and made his way to the exit.
Viggo pushed his way through the crowd that always clogged up the narrow entry area of the club.
"Viggo?"
"Yes?" He turned around to the voice.
"You do remember me, don't you?" Orlando looked at him expectant.
"Of course, I do." Someone bumped against Viggo, making him stumble a bit. "Damn. Look out where you're going!" he barked at the wrongdoer, then turned back to Orlando. "Orlando, I-" Someone pushed their way in between them, cutting Viggo off again.
"Let's go outside," Viggo suggested once he could see the young man again.
Orlando chewed on his bottom lip, obviously unsure, but then nodded and followed Viggo outside.
"Where to?" Viggo asked once they were on the sidewalk in front of the club, leaving the option to the younger man.
"There's a coffee shop a bit down the street," Orlando suggested.
It was really only a few steps away, and they made their way there quietly, only talking to agree on a table once they had arrived. Sitting down in the back of the shop, they made their orders and waited for the waitress to bring them their coffee.
"I'm not really sure why I'm here." Orlando broke the uncomfortable silence.
Viggo cringed inwardly. "I guess I need to apologize for… my behavior that morning."
Orlando nodded, then tilted his head to the side, studying Viggo. "I like you," he stated simply after a while. "Despite the fact that you just tossed me out in the morning. But I'm not sure we want the same."
"What do you want?" Viggo was compelled to ask.
"Something steady, someone who I love and who loves me back."
"I don't do relationships."
"Too bad. Well then…" Orlando trailed off and made to get up.
"Wait."
Orlando looked at him questioningly. "Why?"
December 7th - Wednesday
It was obvious that their views on sex and relationships clashed, and it had taken Viggo a lot to get Orlando to agree not to end their contact right there in the coffee shop. He had however not been able to persuade the younger man to come home with him again.
Orlando was a bit of an enigma to Viggo. Wasn't it normally the other way round, the young men being the ones that slept around and the older ones wanted something long-term? There were always exceptions, he supposed, but Orlando sure hadn't appeared to be one on their first night.
Sitting down on the bed, Viggo slipped into a pair of shoes, shaking his head at himself. Here he was, bachelor par excellence, getting ready for something that surely counted as a date, and, if he knew the younger man at all by now, one that didn't include stumbling into a bed afterwards.
December 11th - Sunday
Standing in front of the museum, Viggo felt stood up. He glanced at his watch again, and to his distress it now showed half an hour later than the time they had agreed to meet. Asking himself again why he was doing this for the umpteenth time, he pushed his hands in his pockets again and decided to give the younger man five minutes more.
"Sorry that I'm late," Orlando exclaimed out of breath, slinging his arms around Viggo's shoulders and giving him a peek on the mouth. "Emergency at work."
"It's okay," Viggo said nonchalantly, inwardly feeling relieved, but reluctant to show it. "Let's go inside then, shall we?"
December 13th - Tuesday
Orlando was laughing at him, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen him, and Viggo wasn't sure if he'd rather kiss him or kick him in the butt for suggesting ice skating as afternoon activity.
Holding on to the railing, Viggo managed to get upright again, carefully balancing so to not lose his footing again, and scowled at the young man.
"Do you want me to help?" Orlando asked grinning, skating closer.
"No," Viggo grumbled.
"Oh come on." The young man reached him and instantly wrapped his arms around Viggo's waist. If it hadn't been for Orlando, Viggo was sure the impact would have sent him to the ground again.
"We'll go slowly, yeah?" Orlando suggested as he wrapped his arm around Viggo's waist and steered them onto the open ice.
December 16th - Friday
His hand was becoming a steady companion, as was the nagging voice in his head that questioned his sanity. There was something about Orlando that made him forget reason and self-imposed rules. Relationships always ended badly, he knew, but he couldn't make himself care enough anymore to stop building one with the gorgeous young man.
If it weren't for the hugs and occasional kisses, he wouldn't even be sure if he was doing even that. They had fun together, went out frequently, but it wasn't anything Viggo couldn't have also done with anyone he didn't want to sleep with. Sure, he had never snogged a mere friend on a street corner, but he wanted more.
Much more in fact, and that should either scare him or put him off Orlando. It didn't though. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to continue, maybe nothing would come out of it, maybe he would end up falling in love and getting his heart broken, but then, maybe not. And maybe he was just a pathetic old man who thought himself too set in his ways to have his habits broken by a guy half his age.
"Earth to Viggo." Orlando was wagging his hand in front of Viggo's face.
"Huh?"
"You totally spaced out on me, man. Am I really that boring?" Orlando asked jokingly.
December 19th - Monday
"What are you doing?"
"Orlando?"
"Yes."
"Why are you calling?"
"I can hang up again if you'd rather-"
"No, no," Viggo cut Orlando off and could have sworn he heard Orlando smile through the phone.
"So, what are you doing?"
"I was watching a movie on TV."
"Anything good?"
"I wasn't paying attention honestly."
"What were you doing then if not watching the movie?"
"Thinking."
"Of me?"
"Yes," he admitted.
December 23rd - Friday
"Come home with me?"
The question was what Viggo had waited for, hoped for, these last weeks, and now that Orlando had voiced it, he couldn't do anything else than nod his agreement, not really believing he’d heard correctly.
Arriving at Orlando's little one-room-apartment though, any questions about the young man's intentions Viggo could have had were instantly answered. After closing the door, Orlando practically attacked Viggo, pressing him against the door and grinding their groins together while claiming his mouth in a fiery kiss.
Viggo only wondered for about a second before giving as good as Orlando, tearing at the younger man's clothes while Orlando was working on getting Viggo undressed. They thankfully didn't have a long way to the bed, and in a matter of minutes, they were rolling around on it, rumpling the covers more than they had already been.
Orlando managed to pin Viggo under him, trapping his hardening cock under his ass and gyrating against it, mimicking what would soon follow. Viggo groaned loudly, gripping Orlando's hips and stilling the motions.
"If you keep that up, I'm not sure I'll last," he explained at Orlando's confused look. "It's been too long."
A smile lit up the young man's face. "How long?"
"Much too long."
"How long?" Orlando asked again, leaning down to lick one of Viggo's nipples, sucking it into his mouth and biting it slightly.
Viggo moaned, but didn't answer.
"How long?" Orlando skimmed down Viggo's body, nipping at the skin of his abdomen.
"Why do you want to know?" Viggo asked, his hands tangling in Orlando's hair, trying to guide the younger man further down.
"I just do. Tell me, Viggo, please," Orlando begged, his hot breath fanning over Viggo's cock, making it jerk in reaction.
"Please," he asked again before sticking his tongue out and licking over the head, collecting the drop of precome that had gathered there.
When the only answer was another moan, he lifted himself up and sat back on his heels. "No?"
"Orlando," Viggo growled.
"What?" The words sounded innocent, but Orlando's face spoke another language.
"Tease." With that, Viggo grabbed the young man, and flipped them over again. Orlando pouted at him, but didn't make a move to win the upper hand back.
"Stuff's in the nightstand," he only said, then busied himself with running his hands over Viggo's spine as Viggo bent over and got the required supplies from their repository.
Tossing the condom to Orlando, Viggo told him to open it while he squeezed some lube onto his fingers and brought one of them to the young man's hole.
"Fuck, yes," Orlando hissed. His hands shook as he tore the wrapper open.
Viggo quickly added a second finger, stretching the taut channel more while watching the pleasure spreading on Orlando's face. The young man had his eyes closed now, the freed condom still in his hand, and he was pushing back on Viggo's fingers.
"Open your eyes, babe," Viggo requested as he added another finger, the tight fit making it harder to push inside, but Orlando didn't complain.
"That's enough," the younger man said in a strained voice after a while. "You, in me. Now."
"Put the condom on me," Viggo said, not stopping the movement of his fingers in Orlando's ass.
It took a bit work on Orlando's part to be able to comply, but he somehow managed to roll it over Viggo's erection before falling back on the bed again, panting heavily. "Hurry."
There was nothing that Viggo would have like to do more; he quickly lubed himself up, removed his fingers, and slung Orlando's legs over his shoulders.
The young man moaned as the head prodded at his entrance, and shifted his hips up at the same time as Viggo pushed down. There was no resistance to meet and Viggo slid balls-deep into Orlando in one smooth thrust.
"Yes," Orlando hissed and Viggo grunted in answer.
Orlando's lips parted, pants and mewls escaping him as Viggo slowly pulled back again, adjusted his position to have more leverage and then pushed back in. The shout Orlando gave as his cock brushed over his prostate spurred Viggo on even more, and he leaned forward, catching the young man's bottom lip in his mouth and sucking it before thrusting his tongue between the parted lips, mirroring the thrusts of his hips.
Orlando's hand clutched at his back and ass, fingernails digging into his flesh. Viggo sped his thrust up even more, shoving himself forcefully into the young man, the bed frame creaking under their movements.
"Oh yeah. Harder," Orlando urged him on when Viggo let go of his lips, writhing under him, and worked one hand between their bodies to get hold of his own drooling cock.
Viggo pushed himself up on his arms. His cock was throbbing in the vise-like grip of the young man's ass and he could feel his balls starting to tighten. "Going to come," he panted heavily.
"Do it. Come in me," the young man replied, squeezing his inner muscles around the hard flesh, while working himself furiously.
All it took for Viggo to come were a few more hard thrusts before he exploded, coming with a long drawn-out groan.
Orlando moaned in disappointment when Viggo pulled out of him, the condom making it a necessity, but then the older man added his mouth to the hand on Orlando's cock, sucking hard on the head, and pushed two fingers into the freshly fucked opening, rubbing them over the bundle of nerves inside.
Orlando's body stiffened before he came, wailing in pleasure as he shot load after load into Viggo's mouth, who scarcely managed to swallow everything the young man had to give.
When Orlando went slack, sagging back into the covers, Viggo gently removed his fingers and licked the spent cock clean. Then he crawled up the relaxed body, lying down next to Orlando who instantly snuggled close to him and put his head in the crook of Viggo's shoulder. His breathing evened out in sleep soon, and Viggo was following shortly afterwards.
December 24th - Saturday
Viggo woke up to a mouth trailing soft kisses over his abdomen, slowly edging higher, aiming for his nipples. He smiled, eyes still closed, and moved one of his hands to tangle in Orlando's curls.
"Morning," Orlando murmured against his skin and extended his tongue to circle one nipple.
"Mmmm," Viggo replied and opened his eyes. "Good morning."
Orlando sucked the erect bud in his mouth momentarily before letting it pop out again. He crawled up Viggo's body until he was face to face with him. "This okay?" he asked softly.
"Yeah." Viggo wasn't sure what the other man had referred to, but the answer was the same anyway. He smiled again, and pulled Orlando's head closer.
They kissed languidly, tongues sliding lazily over another, both not fully awake yet and disregarding lingering morning breath. Viggo let his other hand, the one that wasn't tangled in Orlando's hair, drift down, ghosting over the smooth skin of Orlando's back.
Orlando shivered against his body and rolled his hips, grinding his half-hard cock against Viggo's erection. "Want you," he mumbled against Viggo's lips before closing the gap again and kissing him anew.
After some minutes, the older man rolled them over without letting go of Orlando's mouth, covering the young man's body with his own. They rubbed against each other, and when Orlando started grinding his erection upwards against Viggo's groin, Viggo let go of his mouth and put his hands on Orlando's hips to stop their movement.
"Want you," Orlando protested whining.
Viggo grinned, and kissed his nose playfully. Orlando made a face of mock disgust, then laughed.
"You're nuts," he stated.
"Yes," Viggo conceded. "And I'm falling in love with you."
THE END
Addendum (200 more words)