Confessions - Part 12
Title: Confessions
Written by: viggorlibean3 & okinay AKA Gayla & Gwen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul
Warning: No disrespect intended to the clergy
Note: Co-writing exercise fueled by prompt ‘hands and knees’
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Confessions - Part 12
It was still dark out when Viggo finally fought his way back to some semblance of wakefulness, his arm slowly reaching out for Orlando, only to come up empty. His stomach clenched with fear, thinking that he had dreamed it all, that what they had shared the night before was only a figment of his imagination.
His sudden anxiety melted away when he heard the shower running. He stretched beneath the soft cotton sheet, smiling when he realized that even though he had only slept for just a few short hours, he felt more relaxed than ever before. Rolling onto his side, he grabbed the pillow that Orlando had used and breathed deeply, taking in the unique smell of his lover.
His lover, Viggo thought with a grin. He had counseled many people who had strayed in their marriages, the term ‘lover’ coming up quite often in their discussions. It was an endearment that Viggo never thought he would use in his personal life.
The image of Orlando, naked and wet, had Viggo sliding from the bed and into the steam-filled bathroom in a matter of seconds. Over the din of running water, Viggo heard the unmistakable sound of humming.
And singing.
I’m bringin’ sexy back
Them other boys they don’t know how to act
I think it’s special... what’s behind your back
So turn around and I’ll pick up the slack
Dirty Babe
You see these shackles baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way
Leaning forward under the spray of hot water, Orlando quickly rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Completely absorbed in his tribute to Mr. Timberlake, he did not hear Viggo open the shower door, nor was he aware that his lover watched for several long moments, thoroughly enjoying the decadent sight that he presented.
Viggo’s eyes followed the winding trail of suds down Orlando’s spine and watched as they disappeared between the pale globes. His cock twitched as desire flared to life inside of him.
“Think Justin would mind if I joined you?” Viggo asked with a grin.
Orlando jumped in surprise at the sound of Viggo’s voice so close to him, thankful that the showerhead was placed high on the wall. He would be sporting a nasty cut on his scalp if it had been lower. He hadn’t meant to wake Viggo, but since he was here…
“I’ll take you over Justin any day of the week,” Orlando said as he turned around and flashed a cheeky grin at Viggo before tugging on the man’s arm, pulling him into the shower.
“That’s nice to know,” Viggo managed to answer before a very enthusiastic tongue sliding into his mouth hijacked his speech. He gently pushed Orlando against the back wall of the shower and pressed himself against the slick body. When the urgency of the kiss abated, Viggo slid his lips across Orlando’s cheek. “I missed you when I woke up,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Orlando apologized. “I didn’t…” Viggo’s lips on his halted whatever he was going to say.
“You didn’t. My internal alarm clock went off, is all. But when you weren’t there, I thought maybe I had dreamed the whole thing.”
“Do you think you’re still dreaming now?” Orlando asked as his hand slid over Viggo’s hip and cupped his ass. “I can tell you that my arse definitely knows last night wasn’t a dream,” Orlando assured him while nibbling on Viggo’s ear.
“I’m glad it wasn’t a dream,” Viggo replied. “So,” he started, hesitating for only a moment. “Can we do it again? I really want you right now.”
Orlando’s moan was full of disappointment. “Fuck, Vig. I want you, too. But we used the last condom last night, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” Viggo groaned in frustration against Orlando’s shoulder.
“However, there are other ways to make love.” Orlando leaned back and looked through wet lashes at the man in his arms.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Making love isn’t all about penetration, even though that’s a very pleasurable avenue,” Orlando said as he lifted his hands and slid them into Viggo’s hair. He tilted the man’s head back beneath the showerhead, wetting the blond strands. “As long as you bring your partner pleasure, whether it’s with your hands, your mouth, or sometimes with just your voice, you are making love.”
Orlando grabbed the bottle of shampoo and added a small amount to his palm, watching as little bubbles formed and then popped. He turned Viggo and then slid in behind him, his chest flush against Viggo’s back, his cock sliding into the crease of Viggo’s ass. He lifted both of his hands and slowly started working the suds into Viggo’s hair.
Eyes closed, Viggo let Orlando’s voice wrap around him and gave himself over into his care once again. The gentle massaging of his scalp, the feel of Orlando nestled behind him had his blood boiling once again. A contented sigh slipped through his partially opened lips.
“That’s it, Love,” Orlando whispered, his lips brushing the lobe of Viggo’s ear. “Just relax and let the feeling take you where it may.” He pressed his swollen shaft further into the dark valley between Viggo’s cheeks, slowly rocking back and forth.
“Feels amazing,” Viggo murmured as he slid his right arm back and around Orlando’s waist, pulling the other man closer still. His cock throbbed, his heartbeat pulsing in his veins. He knew it wouldn’t take much more and he would come, but he had something else in mind. “Lan?”
“Hmm?” Orlando answered, his fingers continuing the relaxing motion.
Viggo looked over his shoulder, desire shining in his eyes, a grin playing on his lips. “How about I return the favor?”
Orlando knew that look. He had seen it the night before, when Viggo took the initiative with their lovemaking. His body instantly responded to it, his groan filling the shower enclosure. “Fucking hell, Viggo. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
“What what does to you?” Viggo queried before turning to face Orlando, the movement dislodging the young man’s hands from their current task.
Grasping Viggo’s hips, he pulled the man’s body against his own, their cocks nestled between them. “You taking charge,” he clarified as he watched Viggo tilt his head back and quickly rinse the shampoo out of his hair.
Confident that all the suds were gone, he chuckled as he slid a hand between them and fisted Orlando’s erection a few times. “I think I might have some idea what it does to you.”
“Now I *really* wish I had another condom,” Orlando groused.
Viggo couldn’t resist kissing the pouting lips, sucking on Orlando’s lower lip for a moment before releasing it. “Wasn’t it you who said that penetration wasn’t all there was to making love?”
Orlando snorted. “Oh yeah, throw my words back at me, why don’t you?”
Viggo gently turned Orlando around and reached over his shoulder, nabbing the bottle of conditioner. “I think I just did,” he offered as he filled the palm of his hand with the thick substance. “Now, shall I continue?”
Taking a deep breath, Orlando nodded. He smiled when he felt Viggo’s presence behind him; he bit his lip when he felt the hard column of flesh slip between his cheeks. He moaned when Viggo’s fingers slid though his hair, his touch gentle, just as it had been the day before when Orlando was on his knees, between Viggo’s legs, lavishing attention to the same cock that was now innocently sliding back and forth over his opening. It would be so easy to angle his hips just so and take the man inside of him, but he couldn’t do that to Viggo.
While he knew that Viggo was clean, Orlando’s last test had been seven months ago, and he had been with several people since then. Not unprotected, because that was just like playing Russian roulette in this day and age. He would get tested again, and if he were clean, then he would approach Viggo about taking the next step, if that was what the other man wanted.
The soft sighs and gasps spilling from Orlando’s lips were wreaking havoc on Viggo’s senses. He pressed himself harder against the slippery body in front of him, seeking friction for his neglected cock. His left hand tightened in Orlando’s hair as he fought to regain some control over his body but Orlando’s quiet voice shattered his concentration.
“Let yourself go,” Orlando said over his shoulder. He quickly ran a hand through his hair, gathering some of the conditioner, and then slicked Viggo’s cock with it. “Slide against me, Love. Feels so fucking good,” he offered before lowering his still-slick hand to his own aching member.
Viggo had just enough presence of mind to stop Orlando’s hand from continuing. “No,” he gasped out as his hips picked up speed, his cock sliding easily thanks to the aid of the conditioner. “I’ll take care of you.”
Orlando sincerely hoped so because his erection was quickly becoming painful. He wanted to find his release, but he would do as Viggo asked and allow the other man to take care of him.
Wrapping his arms around Orlando’s torso, Viggo gave up all vestiges of control and moaned as his orgasm ripped through him, his come smearing against Orlando’s back and between his buttocks. Viggo continued to slide through the slick channel as aftershocks ravaged his body until the friction became too much. Resting his forehead against Orlando’s shoulder, he waited until his breathing slowed, then placed a kiss to the slick skin.
Orlando turned and captured the man’s lips with his own. Tongues chased and tangled before taking up the chase again. He felt his desire inching toward the no return mark.
“Viggo, please… I need to come,” he said as he pressed himself against Viggo’s sated body.
Orlando had shared so much with Viggo, teaching him not only about himself but how to please Orlando as well, and now Viggo wanted to return the favor. He had something in mind and hoped that Orlando would go for it. Taking a deep breath, Viggo slid his hand into the wet locks, brushing them away from the beautiful face.
“I said that I’d take care of you, and I will,” he said, his voice low, nervous and still a bit shy about what he was about to do. “Close your eyes.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Orlando did as Viggo asked. His mouth opened on a sigh when he felt Viggo’s lips scattering kisses across his shoulders, down his pecs, and groaned when Viggo’s tongue teased his nipple. Lower the kisses went, across his abs, down his stomach and that was when Orlando realized exactly where Viggo was headed.
He opened his eyes and looked down, wanting to assure Viggo that he was under no obligation to return the favor that particular way, but the words died in his throat. Viggo had dropped to his knees and was now nuzzling the base of Orlando’s cock. Orlando opened his stance, allowing Viggo’s hands more room to continue the teasing touches he was currently administering: one hand cupping Orlando’s balls while the other was sliding sinfully up and down Orlando’s shaft.
“I want to taste you, Lan.” Viggo spoke the words moments before he opened his mouth and encircled the flared head of Orlando’s cock, suckling the tip and running the tip of his tongue across the slit.
“Ohhh shit, fuck, Vig.” Orlando’s hand shot out to brace himself against the wall of the shower in front of him. He was going to come very soon if he didn’t slow Viggo down. But every time he looked down and saw his cock sliding sinfully slow between Viggo’s stretched lips, he couldn’t say a word.
The moment Orlando’s taste hit Viggo’s tongue he knew he was never going to be able to give this up. He’d often wondered how people could become addicted to anything, wondered why people would give up things in their life for an addiction. Now he knew. Orlando’s taste, heck, Orlando himself was an addiction, one that Viggo could easily get lost in.
Viggo stretched his lips to accommodate the thick girth of Orlando’s shaft. Wanting to make sure that he took in all of Orlando that he could, Viggo reached around with one hand to pull Orlando closer to him, sliding a finger down the crease of Orlando’s ass. Gathering some of his own come and after finding the still-stretched hole, Viggo worked two slick fingers inside, moving them in counter point to his sucking.
Feeling Viggo’s fingers inside him was his undoing. Orlando was beyond help. He wanted to warn the other man that he was coming, but before he could utter a word, Viggo moaned around his cock and Orlando felt his balls tighten up a fraction of a second before he was coming in Viggo’s mouth.
The instant Viggo felt liquid enter his mouth, he jerked back in surprise. Orlando’s cock was twitching as his release continued to come out in spurts, hitting Viggo’s face, hair, shoulders and chest.
Both men froze, neither one knowing quite what to say.
Orlando was the first to move. He quickly grabbed the washcloth and slid to the shower floor where Viggo was still kneeling. “Oh fuck, Viggo. I’m sorry!” he stammered as he quickly wiped his come from the other man’s face. “I tried to warn you but nothing came out. Well,” he said with a chuckle, rinsing the cloth out and cleaning Viggo’s shoulder and chest, “at least not from my mouth.”
Viggo slowly recovered from the shock of having Orlando come in his mouth and shook his head. “You know,” he said with a half-grin, “I wondered what it would taste like.” He let his tongue make a trip around his lips, searching for Orlando’s taste.
Now it was Orlando’s turn to stare in shock. “You’re… you’re not upset?”
Viggo sat back on his heels. His knees were going to pitch a fit later, but he would gladly suffer the ache if it meant reassuring Orlando that he was fine. “Upset? No, not really. Surprised, yes. Hadn’t thought you’d go off that quickly.”
Throwing his arms around Viggo, Orlando held the man close. “Fucker,” he teased affectionately. “I was fine until you slid your fingers into me. Just remember that paybacks are a bitch,” he said as he slowly stood before helping Viggo to his feet.
Viggo winced at the sounds his protesting knees made but once he was standing, he gathered Orlando into his arms properly. “Good morning,” he said before capturing the plump lips is a sweet kiss.
Orlando’s hands slid around Viggo’s middle, enjoying the closeness once more. He relaxed into the kiss, letting Viggo do as he pleased, content to just be held close. He felt the water temperature change and pulled out of the kiss.
“Hot water is just about gone,” he said as he moved them both beneath the spray. “Wash up while you can.” He ducked his head beneath the lukewarm water and quickly rinsed the conditioner from his hair before stepping aside to let Viggo quickly wash up. When they were both finished, Orlando stepped from the shower first and reached into the linen cabinet, retrieving two fluffy yellow towels.
“Don’t you say a word about my yellow towels,” Orlando warned as he opened the towel and wrapped it around his waist, tucking the end.
“Not a word, other than the fact that it looks great against your dark skin,” Viggo said as Orlando began to dry Viggo’s chest, watching the water droplets disappear. He wanted to return the favor but knew that if they started down that path, they would only end up frustrated. They had used the last condom last night, and while Viggo enjoyed what they had just shared, he wanted to make love to Orlando.
“Lan?” Viggo asked as he looked over his shoulder to where Orlando was now drying his back. “Umm… condoms. Can you…” Viggo rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath. “Would you mind picking up some? I don’t think the pharmacist down at CVS would appreciate me stopping in, seeing as I’m not supposed to be having sex.”
Orlando snickered and then looked mock-affronted. “Why Father Viggo, whatever gave you the idea that I, of all people, would know where to purchase those… things, much less what they’re used for?”
Viggo reached down and pulled Orlando to his feet, pushing the young man against the wall, their faces only inches apart. “Let me put it another way. No condoms, no sex. Comprende?”
“Message heard loud and clear,” Orlando quipped before giving Viggo a quick peck on the lips and slipping out of the man’s hold. As much as he wanted to stay there and indulge more of his fantasies, he knew that there were more serious issues that needed to be addressed. Viggo had asked him to speak with Father Ian, and as scared as he was of doing just that, he would stand beside Viggo and show the other priest just how serious he was about the two of them being together.
= = =
The early morning air was crisp and cool against their skin as Viggo and Orlando headed across the street to the park. The sun was just beginning to rise in the distance, creating a beautiful array of purple, orange and pink colors. A perfect start for their new life together. They were in no particular hurry to get to their destination, walking leisurely hand-in-hand along the deserted pathway that would lead them toward the back of the church. The same path they had taken only the day before when they had sat talking about their past. Where they had realized the truth depth of their feelings for one another.
As they walked, Orlando noticed Viggo favoring his left foot.
After everything that had happened between them, Orlando had completely forgotten about Viggo stepping on the glass and cutting his foot.
“How is your foot?” Orlando had stopped walking and placed a hand on Viggo’s arm. “We didn’t aggravate it this morning in the shower, did we?”
Viggo smiled in response. “No, Angel. I actually forgot about the cut until we started walking. It’s probably more having a shoe on that’s constricting the foot, than anything else.” Leaning forward, Viggo kissed Orlando quickly on his lips, before taking his hand again to continue walking. “Hey, you’re shaking.” Viggo lifted their joined hands and placed a kiss on the back of Orlando’s. “There’s no need to be nervous.”
“I just don’t want to screw things up for you,” Orlando replied quietly. “I know to some this will seem sudden, but it’s not been that way to me. I just want…”
“Shhh, I know. I know,” Viggo interrupted. “And Father Ian will too when we all sit down to talk.”
“What time do you think we’ll be able to meet with him?” The closer they came to the church grounds, the more nervous Orlando became. “I’d really like to get this over as quickly as possible.”
“He’s usually up pretty early in the mornings. When we get there, I’ll go up to his office and check in. If you want, you can wait by the benches where we talked yesterday and I’ll come back and let you know when he’ll see us.” Orlando nodded and felt Viggo squeeze his hand again in reassurance.
As they approached the gate that separated the church grounds from the park, Orlando’s nerves went on red alert. Oh God, he said to himself while the butterflies in his stomach did the tango.
Before passing beneath the arched gateway, Viggo stopped and pulled Orlando’s shaking body into his arms. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“I believe you,” Orlando responded, leaning his head on Viggo’s shoulder. “I’m just so afraid of losing you before we’ve had an opportunity to really know one another.”
Viggo placed both hands on each side of Orlando’s face and waited until Orlando looked him in the eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere. Understand?” Viggo’s voice broke on the last word as he watched the brown eyes become watery. “I refuse to give you up now that I’ve found you.”
Hearing Viggo’s words, his reassurance that everything was going to be okay, helped boost Orlando’s confidence. “You’re right. We can get through this... together.”
Viggo smiled before leaning forward and kissing Orlando's lips. “This is a perfect moment, you know.”
“Why is that?”
“Because we're standing here, together, on a beautiful morning that God has given us, watching the sun rising on a new day. I think it’s a good sign for us. I love you, Orlando.” Viggo kissed Orlando once more before he turned and stepped through the gate.
Orlando watched as Viggo stepped away, taking in the beautiful words and the beautiful scenery. He started to turn away but stopped in his tracks. “Viggo,” Orlando called out. “Viggo, wait!”
Orlando watched Viggo turn towards him with a peaceful look on his face. “I just wanted you to know that I love you, too.” Viggo looked stunned for a moment, like he wasn't sure he heard correctly. Then a smile slowly spread across his face.
Viggo stepped toward Orlando, intending on taking the younger man into his arms again, but the sound of someone humming softly brought him up short. There could only be one person out and about this early on church grounds.
“It is indeed a beautiful morning.” Father Ian smiled as he approached the two men standing near the back entrance to the church property.
Part 13
Written by: viggorlibean3 & okinay AKA Gayla & Gwen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul
Warning: No disrespect intended to the clergy
Note: Co-writing exercise fueled by prompt ‘hands and knees’
Note2: The previous chapters have been locked. You'll need to join texas_slash to read the entire series as we post it.
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Confessions - Part 12
It was still dark out when Viggo finally fought his way back to some semblance of wakefulness, his arm slowly reaching out for Orlando, only to come up empty. His stomach clenched with fear, thinking that he had dreamed it all, that what they had shared the night before was only a figment of his imagination.
His sudden anxiety melted away when he heard the shower running. He stretched beneath the soft cotton sheet, smiling when he realized that even though he had only slept for just a few short hours, he felt more relaxed than ever before. Rolling onto his side, he grabbed the pillow that Orlando had used and breathed deeply, taking in the unique smell of his lover.
His lover, Viggo thought with a grin. He had counseled many people who had strayed in their marriages, the term ‘lover’ coming up quite often in their discussions. It was an endearment that Viggo never thought he would use in his personal life.
The image of Orlando, naked and wet, had Viggo sliding from the bed and into the steam-filled bathroom in a matter of seconds. Over the din of running water, Viggo heard the unmistakable sound of humming.
And singing.
I’m bringin’ sexy back
Them other boys they don’t know how to act
I think it’s special... what’s behind your back
So turn around and I’ll pick up the slack
Dirty Babe
You see these shackles baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way
Leaning forward under the spray of hot water, Orlando quickly rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Completely absorbed in his tribute to Mr. Timberlake, he did not hear Viggo open the shower door, nor was he aware that his lover watched for several long moments, thoroughly enjoying the decadent sight that he presented.
Viggo’s eyes followed the winding trail of suds down Orlando’s spine and watched as they disappeared between the pale globes. His cock twitched as desire flared to life inside of him.
“Think Justin would mind if I joined you?” Viggo asked with a grin.
Orlando jumped in surprise at the sound of Viggo’s voice so close to him, thankful that the showerhead was placed high on the wall. He would be sporting a nasty cut on his scalp if it had been lower. He hadn’t meant to wake Viggo, but since he was here…
“I’ll take you over Justin any day of the week,” Orlando said as he turned around and flashed a cheeky grin at Viggo before tugging on the man’s arm, pulling him into the shower.
“That’s nice to know,” Viggo managed to answer before a very enthusiastic tongue sliding into his mouth hijacked his speech. He gently pushed Orlando against the back wall of the shower and pressed himself against the slick body. When the urgency of the kiss abated, Viggo slid his lips across Orlando’s cheek. “I missed you when I woke up,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Orlando apologized. “I didn’t…” Viggo’s lips on his halted whatever he was going to say.
“You didn’t. My internal alarm clock went off, is all. But when you weren’t there, I thought maybe I had dreamed the whole thing.”
“Do you think you’re still dreaming now?” Orlando asked as his hand slid over Viggo’s hip and cupped his ass. “I can tell you that my arse definitely knows last night wasn’t a dream,” Orlando assured him while nibbling on Viggo’s ear.
“I’m glad it wasn’t a dream,” Viggo replied. “So,” he started, hesitating for only a moment. “Can we do it again? I really want you right now.”
Orlando’s moan was full of disappointment. “Fuck, Vig. I want you, too. But we used the last condom last night, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” Viggo groaned in frustration against Orlando’s shoulder.
“However, there are other ways to make love.” Orlando leaned back and looked through wet lashes at the man in his arms.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Making love isn’t all about penetration, even though that’s a very pleasurable avenue,” Orlando said as he lifted his hands and slid them into Viggo’s hair. He tilted the man’s head back beneath the showerhead, wetting the blond strands. “As long as you bring your partner pleasure, whether it’s with your hands, your mouth, or sometimes with just your voice, you are making love.”
Orlando grabbed the bottle of shampoo and added a small amount to his palm, watching as little bubbles formed and then popped. He turned Viggo and then slid in behind him, his chest flush against Viggo’s back, his cock sliding into the crease of Viggo’s ass. He lifted both of his hands and slowly started working the suds into Viggo’s hair.
Eyes closed, Viggo let Orlando’s voice wrap around him and gave himself over into his care once again. The gentle massaging of his scalp, the feel of Orlando nestled behind him had his blood boiling once again. A contented sigh slipped through his partially opened lips.
“That’s it, Love,” Orlando whispered, his lips brushing the lobe of Viggo’s ear. “Just relax and let the feeling take you where it may.” He pressed his swollen shaft further into the dark valley between Viggo’s cheeks, slowly rocking back and forth.
“Feels amazing,” Viggo murmured as he slid his right arm back and around Orlando’s waist, pulling the other man closer still. His cock throbbed, his heartbeat pulsing in his veins. He knew it wouldn’t take much more and he would come, but he had something else in mind. “Lan?”
“Hmm?” Orlando answered, his fingers continuing the relaxing motion.
Viggo looked over his shoulder, desire shining in his eyes, a grin playing on his lips. “How about I return the favor?”
Orlando knew that look. He had seen it the night before, when Viggo took the initiative with their lovemaking. His body instantly responded to it, his groan filling the shower enclosure. “Fucking hell, Viggo. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
“What what does to you?” Viggo queried before turning to face Orlando, the movement dislodging the young man’s hands from their current task.
Grasping Viggo’s hips, he pulled the man’s body against his own, their cocks nestled between them. “You taking charge,” he clarified as he watched Viggo tilt his head back and quickly rinse the shampoo out of his hair.
Confident that all the suds were gone, he chuckled as he slid a hand between them and fisted Orlando’s erection a few times. “I think I might have some idea what it does to you.”
“Now I *really* wish I had another condom,” Orlando groused.
Viggo couldn’t resist kissing the pouting lips, sucking on Orlando’s lower lip for a moment before releasing it. “Wasn’t it you who said that penetration wasn’t all there was to making love?”
Orlando snorted. “Oh yeah, throw my words back at me, why don’t you?”
Viggo gently turned Orlando around and reached over his shoulder, nabbing the bottle of conditioner. “I think I just did,” he offered as he filled the palm of his hand with the thick substance. “Now, shall I continue?”
Taking a deep breath, Orlando nodded. He smiled when he felt Viggo’s presence behind him; he bit his lip when he felt the hard column of flesh slip between his cheeks. He moaned when Viggo’s fingers slid though his hair, his touch gentle, just as it had been the day before when Orlando was on his knees, between Viggo’s legs, lavishing attention to the same cock that was now innocently sliding back and forth over his opening. It would be so easy to angle his hips just so and take the man inside of him, but he couldn’t do that to Viggo.
While he knew that Viggo was clean, Orlando’s last test had been seven months ago, and he had been with several people since then. Not unprotected, because that was just like playing Russian roulette in this day and age. He would get tested again, and if he were clean, then he would approach Viggo about taking the next step, if that was what the other man wanted.
The soft sighs and gasps spilling from Orlando’s lips were wreaking havoc on Viggo’s senses. He pressed himself harder against the slippery body in front of him, seeking friction for his neglected cock. His left hand tightened in Orlando’s hair as he fought to regain some control over his body but Orlando’s quiet voice shattered his concentration.
“Let yourself go,” Orlando said over his shoulder. He quickly ran a hand through his hair, gathering some of the conditioner, and then slicked Viggo’s cock with it. “Slide against me, Love. Feels so fucking good,” he offered before lowering his still-slick hand to his own aching member.
Viggo had just enough presence of mind to stop Orlando’s hand from continuing. “No,” he gasped out as his hips picked up speed, his cock sliding easily thanks to the aid of the conditioner. “I’ll take care of you.”
Orlando sincerely hoped so because his erection was quickly becoming painful. He wanted to find his release, but he would do as Viggo asked and allow the other man to take care of him.
Wrapping his arms around Orlando’s torso, Viggo gave up all vestiges of control and moaned as his orgasm ripped through him, his come smearing against Orlando’s back and between his buttocks. Viggo continued to slide through the slick channel as aftershocks ravaged his body until the friction became too much. Resting his forehead against Orlando’s shoulder, he waited until his breathing slowed, then placed a kiss to the slick skin.
Orlando turned and captured the man’s lips with his own. Tongues chased and tangled before taking up the chase again. He felt his desire inching toward the no return mark.
“Viggo, please… I need to come,” he said as he pressed himself against Viggo’s sated body.
Orlando had shared so much with Viggo, teaching him not only about himself but how to please Orlando as well, and now Viggo wanted to return the favor. He had something in mind and hoped that Orlando would go for it. Taking a deep breath, Viggo slid his hand into the wet locks, brushing them away from the beautiful face.
“I said that I’d take care of you, and I will,” he said, his voice low, nervous and still a bit shy about what he was about to do. “Close your eyes.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Orlando did as Viggo asked. His mouth opened on a sigh when he felt Viggo’s lips scattering kisses across his shoulders, down his pecs, and groaned when Viggo’s tongue teased his nipple. Lower the kisses went, across his abs, down his stomach and that was when Orlando realized exactly where Viggo was headed.
He opened his eyes and looked down, wanting to assure Viggo that he was under no obligation to return the favor that particular way, but the words died in his throat. Viggo had dropped to his knees and was now nuzzling the base of Orlando’s cock. Orlando opened his stance, allowing Viggo’s hands more room to continue the teasing touches he was currently administering: one hand cupping Orlando’s balls while the other was sliding sinfully up and down Orlando’s shaft.
“I want to taste you, Lan.” Viggo spoke the words moments before he opened his mouth and encircled the flared head of Orlando’s cock, suckling the tip and running the tip of his tongue across the slit.
“Ohhh shit, fuck, Vig.” Orlando’s hand shot out to brace himself against the wall of the shower in front of him. He was going to come very soon if he didn’t slow Viggo down. But every time he looked down and saw his cock sliding sinfully slow between Viggo’s stretched lips, he couldn’t say a word.
The moment Orlando’s taste hit Viggo’s tongue he knew he was never going to be able to give this up. He’d often wondered how people could become addicted to anything, wondered why people would give up things in their life for an addiction. Now he knew. Orlando’s taste, heck, Orlando himself was an addiction, one that Viggo could easily get lost in.
Viggo stretched his lips to accommodate the thick girth of Orlando’s shaft. Wanting to make sure that he took in all of Orlando that he could, Viggo reached around with one hand to pull Orlando closer to him, sliding a finger down the crease of Orlando’s ass. Gathering some of his own come and after finding the still-stretched hole, Viggo worked two slick fingers inside, moving them in counter point to his sucking.
Feeling Viggo’s fingers inside him was his undoing. Orlando was beyond help. He wanted to warn the other man that he was coming, but before he could utter a word, Viggo moaned around his cock and Orlando felt his balls tighten up a fraction of a second before he was coming in Viggo’s mouth.
The instant Viggo felt liquid enter his mouth, he jerked back in surprise. Orlando’s cock was twitching as his release continued to come out in spurts, hitting Viggo’s face, hair, shoulders and chest.
Both men froze, neither one knowing quite what to say.
Orlando was the first to move. He quickly grabbed the washcloth and slid to the shower floor where Viggo was still kneeling. “Oh fuck, Viggo. I’m sorry!” he stammered as he quickly wiped his come from the other man’s face. “I tried to warn you but nothing came out. Well,” he said with a chuckle, rinsing the cloth out and cleaning Viggo’s shoulder and chest, “at least not from my mouth.”
Viggo slowly recovered from the shock of having Orlando come in his mouth and shook his head. “You know,” he said with a half-grin, “I wondered what it would taste like.” He let his tongue make a trip around his lips, searching for Orlando’s taste.
Now it was Orlando’s turn to stare in shock. “You’re… you’re not upset?”
Viggo sat back on his heels. His knees were going to pitch a fit later, but he would gladly suffer the ache if it meant reassuring Orlando that he was fine. “Upset? No, not really. Surprised, yes. Hadn’t thought you’d go off that quickly.”
Throwing his arms around Viggo, Orlando held the man close. “Fucker,” he teased affectionately. “I was fine until you slid your fingers into me. Just remember that paybacks are a bitch,” he said as he slowly stood before helping Viggo to his feet.
Viggo winced at the sounds his protesting knees made but once he was standing, he gathered Orlando into his arms properly. “Good morning,” he said before capturing the plump lips is a sweet kiss.
Orlando’s hands slid around Viggo’s middle, enjoying the closeness once more. He relaxed into the kiss, letting Viggo do as he pleased, content to just be held close. He felt the water temperature change and pulled out of the kiss.
“Hot water is just about gone,” he said as he moved them both beneath the spray. “Wash up while you can.” He ducked his head beneath the lukewarm water and quickly rinsed the conditioner from his hair before stepping aside to let Viggo quickly wash up. When they were both finished, Orlando stepped from the shower first and reached into the linen cabinet, retrieving two fluffy yellow towels.
“Don’t you say a word about my yellow towels,” Orlando warned as he opened the towel and wrapped it around his waist, tucking the end.
“Not a word, other than the fact that it looks great against your dark skin,” Viggo said as Orlando began to dry Viggo’s chest, watching the water droplets disappear. He wanted to return the favor but knew that if they started down that path, they would only end up frustrated. They had used the last condom last night, and while Viggo enjoyed what they had just shared, he wanted to make love to Orlando.
“Lan?” Viggo asked as he looked over his shoulder to where Orlando was now drying his back. “Umm… condoms. Can you…” Viggo rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath. “Would you mind picking up some? I don’t think the pharmacist down at CVS would appreciate me stopping in, seeing as I’m not supposed to be having sex.”
Orlando snickered and then looked mock-affronted. “Why Father Viggo, whatever gave you the idea that I, of all people, would know where to purchase those… things, much less what they’re used for?”
Viggo reached down and pulled Orlando to his feet, pushing the young man against the wall, their faces only inches apart. “Let me put it another way. No condoms, no sex. Comprende?”
“Message heard loud and clear,” Orlando quipped before giving Viggo a quick peck on the lips and slipping out of the man’s hold. As much as he wanted to stay there and indulge more of his fantasies, he knew that there were more serious issues that needed to be addressed. Viggo had asked him to speak with Father Ian, and as scared as he was of doing just that, he would stand beside Viggo and show the other priest just how serious he was about the two of them being together.
= = =
The early morning air was crisp and cool against their skin as Viggo and Orlando headed across the street to the park. The sun was just beginning to rise in the distance, creating a beautiful array of purple, orange and pink colors. A perfect start for their new life together. They were in no particular hurry to get to their destination, walking leisurely hand-in-hand along the deserted pathway that would lead them toward the back of the church. The same path they had taken only the day before when they had sat talking about their past. Where they had realized the truth depth of their feelings for one another.
As they walked, Orlando noticed Viggo favoring his left foot.
After everything that had happened between them, Orlando had completely forgotten about Viggo stepping on the glass and cutting his foot.
“How is your foot?” Orlando had stopped walking and placed a hand on Viggo’s arm. “We didn’t aggravate it this morning in the shower, did we?”
Viggo smiled in response. “No, Angel. I actually forgot about the cut until we started walking. It’s probably more having a shoe on that’s constricting the foot, than anything else.” Leaning forward, Viggo kissed Orlando quickly on his lips, before taking his hand again to continue walking. “Hey, you’re shaking.” Viggo lifted their joined hands and placed a kiss on the back of Orlando’s. “There’s no need to be nervous.”
“I just don’t want to screw things up for you,” Orlando replied quietly. “I know to some this will seem sudden, but it’s not been that way to me. I just want…”
“Shhh, I know. I know,” Viggo interrupted. “And Father Ian will too when we all sit down to talk.”
“What time do you think we’ll be able to meet with him?” The closer they came to the church grounds, the more nervous Orlando became. “I’d really like to get this over as quickly as possible.”
“He’s usually up pretty early in the mornings. When we get there, I’ll go up to his office and check in. If you want, you can wait by the benches where we talked yesterday and I’ll come back and let you know when he’ll see us.” Orlando nodded and felt Viggo squeeze his hand again in reassurance.
As they approached the gate that separated the church grounds from the park, Orlando’s nerves went on red alert. Oh God, he said to himself while the butterflies in his stomach did the tango.
Before passing beneath the arched gateway, Viggo stopped and pulled Orlando’s shaking body into his arms. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“I believe you,” Orlando responded, leaning his head on Viggo’s shoulder. “I’m just so afraid of losing you before we’ve had an opportunity to really know one another.”
Viggo placed both hands on each side of Orlando’s face and waited until Orlando looked him in the eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere. Understand?” Viggo’s voice broke on the last word as he watched the brown eyes become watery. “I refuse to give you up now that I’ve found you.”
Hearing Viggo’s words, his reassurance that everything was going to be okay, helped boost Orlando’s confidence. “You’re right. We can get through this... together.”
Viggo smiled before leaning forward and kissing Orlando's lips. “This is a perfect moment, you know.”
“Why is that?”
“Because we're standing here, together, on a beautiful morning that God has given us, watching the sun rising on a new day. I think it’s a good sign for us. I love you, Orlando.” Viggo kissed Orlando once more before he turned and stepped through the gate.
Orlando watched as Viggo stepped away, taking in the beautiful words and the beautiful scenery. He started to turn away but stopped in his tracks. “Viggo,” Orlando called out. “Viggo, wait!”
Orlando watched Viggo turn towards him with a peaceful look on his face. “I just wanted you to know that I love you, too.” Viggo looked stunned for a moment, like he wasn't sure he heard correctly. Then a smile slowly spread across his face.
Viggo stepped toward Orlando, intending on taking the younger man into his arms again, but the sound of someone humming softly brought him up short. There could only be one person out and about this early on church grounds.
“It is indeed a beautiful morning.” Father Ian smiled as he approached the two men standing near the back entrance to the church property.
Part 13