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The Black Book Chapter Three VM/OB RPS NC-17
Title: The Black Book Chapter 3/?
Author: Fairyspell
Rating: NC-17 VM/OB RPS
Summary: Sunflowers and unfolding passions
Warnings: Very slight angst
Disclaimer: Total fiction, I make no claims of knowledge about the lifestyles or sexual preferences for any characters portrayed here. I intend no disrespect or offense, it was created for my own enjoyment and I seek no profit from it.
Feedback: Please, would love to hear from you!
Archive: Viggorously, Vigorlean Cult, Carefully Kissed, X posted everywhere, sorry for the dupes on your flists.
Beta: On my own this chapter,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moblo413 is enjoying the sand and surf with her family!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
The Black Book, Chapter Three
Orlando sat in the long screened porch off the kitchen, drinking a cup of black coffee watching the sun rise. He had left Viggo back at the club a short time ago and wasn't over the rush of spending time with the older man. He lazily strummed his guitar to no apparent tune and let his mind wander over the nights events. His wet curls dripped onto his bare shoulders and he shuddered once from the trickling drops running down his body.
A nest of baby birds chirped in the maple tree at the corner of the open yard, looking for their mommy to bring breakfast with the dawning day. The orange sun began reflecting itself onto the shiny steel buckets in the free shaped water pond. Orlando had erected the delicate feature in the minds eye of a Ferris wheel, the dozen small silver buckets scooping up water and then hitting a bamboo rod to tip them, dumping it back into the pool with endless circling amidst the water lilies. As the sun rose over his expanse of land, Orlando watched the radiant flames lick away the night and saw the sky turn from dark to purple, then pink to early morning blue. He wondered if Viggo was asleep or seeing the same sunrise.
His journal lay open on the glass top iron table he had made. Detailed scrollwork at the corners of the triangular table drifted slender jungle theme leaves from the top to the bottoms of the legs, forming into oversize lion paws supporting the table. Orlando had a habit of jotting his thoughts down into journals, he had kept them since childhood and they detailed the years of his life. Each one was the same, a black leather book with unlined paper and his gold initials embossed in the corner. This morning he wrote first impressions of his time with Viggo, how the older man made him feel as if he could jump out of his skin with a brush of his hand, about his depth and vibrant perceptions of the world around him.
Viggo was different from his past attractions and lovers, he had obviously been hurt badly and continued to agonize over the guilt of his marriage ending for a man who betrayed him, but there was so much more under that surface. Beyond those internal punishments Viggo was brilliant, soulful, kind and sexy as hell. Those qualities far outshine the shadow hovering over him and Orlando hoped it would not be too long before the older man could recognize those things in himself again. It had been so hard for Orlando to stand and take the pressure he saw in Viggo's eyes away last night. He was so aroused just being close to him, so painfully hard he wanted nothing more than to ravage the man, those blue eyes screaming passionate responses to his touch. He was glad to do it though, he had never experienced a pull such as this toward anyone and he wanted it to be right for Viggo, no more regrets added to the pile. Viggo needed to be sure and Orlando was willing to enjoy the force taking over him and wait.
Orlando immediately ran to the shower when he got home, desperate for release and some warmth against his skin that he wished was Viggo's. Stroking himself under the steaming water and fantasizing about moving inside of Viggo, it didn't take long for him to come. Writhing until he dropped onto his knees from the power of his orgasm, Viggo's name came whimpering from his lips. Orlando knew that when Viggo did take the chance and offer himself the opportunity to be loved, it would be more than wonderful, it would be potent heaven crashing around them and swallowing them into a deep chasm of blissful pleasure. Orlando would make certain of that.
Taking in the last of his coffee Orlando set his guitar down next to Siti, who was sleeping at his side, and shifted in the wide woven willow chair so he could comfortably write using a bent leg to support the journal. His innermost thoughts poured onto the pages, bringing compassion into his eyes when he recanted Viggo's willingness to share his aches and a lustful grin to his face replaying the moments of caressing Viggo's hand and their hips pressing together just before they parted.
Reading through the pages he had written and gently pulling at his slight sideburns unconsciously, Orlando picked out phrases and words he felt were meaningful and began to put them to music. Most of the songs he wrote were a reflection of events or just about moments of his life and his brain was spinning while he worked the words into a rhythm of feeling and sound.
He played publicly on occasion when he and friends would go to open mic night at O'Malleys or with friends just hanging out having a few beers, but he never played his original songs at those places. He always chose cover songs of popular bands unless the mood struck and he would do his impression of King Louie singing "The Monkey Song" from Jungle Book. Audiences really got into a British accent performing "I wanna be like you-ooo-ooo." It was a favorite of his to sing in public, it always pepped people up and made them smile, remembering their childhood watching Baloo and Moglie dancing and singing while the orange orangutan King Louie is coaxing for the secret to making fire.
Satisfied with the first few stanza's, he resigned himself to the need for sleep. Removing his boxers and crawling in between the sheets he drifted into sleep with thoughts of Viggo in his head and the new song humming against his lips.
*
"I had a great time tonight." Orlando said as the Mustang came to a halt next to Viggo's vehicle and he cut the engine.
"So did I...," was the reply and Viggo unconsciously ran passes over his hand where Orlando's mouth lingered for so long.
Both men exited the car and Siti padded around Viggo's feet nosing the pavement until the scent he followed led him to plop down in a flower bed by the front doors. The men were quiet as they met again next to Viggo's yellow Land Rover.
"This rig have a tow package on it?" Orlando inquired walking to the back of the vehicle to look.
"Yep, only had it a few months, haven't hauled anything with it yet." Viggo stayed in his place and the younger man made his way back, leaning one hand on the side of the car facing Viggo.
"We will have to change that rather soon then, ever jet ski?"
Viggo shook his head smiling. "Not only have you roped me into a promise of skydiving but now I see jet skiing on the horizon, Henry won't know what has come over me. He loves his jet ski, and is good at it too."
"Maybe it's love, yeah?" Orlando stated easily looking into the happy eyes talking about his son. "That's come over you I mean...," the younger man added.
Viggo's face changed with these words, a happy face turned into a hopeful one mixed with a little apprehension that Orlando wished wasn't there. They stood quietly for a moment looking at each other and Orlando wanted to kiss the man. He was considering the lean inward when a loud puppy yawn came from behind them. Siti was now nuzzled into a spot in the dirt with his head on his front paws looking at them expectantly and both men let out a laugh.
"I guess Siti is in agreement...," Viggo said looking back to Orlando and moving a little closer as he did. "Guess that makes three...,"
Orlando smiled warmly and cupped Viggo's face with his hand, happy to hear those words and feeling the prickle of whiskers under his palm as he glided his thumb along Viggo's cheekbone. Viggo leaned against the caress and closed his eyes momentarily, feeling safe and wonderful with the strong hand stroking his face and tracing the shell of his ear.
Opening his eyes Orlando said "I want to see you tomorrow, would that be all right?"
Viggo practically swooned, his bound and still aching cock jumped with the words from the tremendously sexy man who was touching him in more ways than one.
"Yes," Viggo looked from Orlando's eyes to his moist mouth and back to his deep brown sultry eyes. "I would be disappointed to not see you."
Viggo placed one hand on Orlando's hip as he spoke, moving it up and down softly, feeling the younger man's thin waist through his shirt. With this encouraging contact, Orlando moved his hand from Viggo's face to cup the back of his neck, moving his fingers slowly in the older man's hair and against the soft skin there. Slowly Orlando pulled Viggo to him, wrapping both arms fully around the older man at his waist and neck and feeling the same connection from Viggo. The two men stood in a longing embrace for quite a few moments, both wishing for more than this endearment but neither willing to break the sensation of their bodies pressed against each other for the first time.
Viggo began a small sway and Orlando followed his lead, moving just slightly, enough to enhance the energy of the moment and add definition to how pleading their bodies were. Both men were hard as steel and they could feel each others stiff erections through their clothing. Orlando pressed his hips forward slightly, a reaction to the contact of their pelvises and to let Viggo know how much he affected him. The friction prompted a small groan to escape from Orlando and Viggo shuddered at the stimulation and the sound in his ear. He felt the solid bulge compelled against his groin and he slid his hand down to Orlando's rear, pulling the younger man's hips into himself, grinding slowly against the younger man and breathing unsteadily into the scented brown curls.
Viggo thought he might come right there. The delicious motility and Orlando's hot breath flowing over his ear and neck sent an old forgotten tingle through his abdomen and he felt his balls tighten up even more. Orlando's hands ran firmly along his back and Viggo could feel the firm massage end with the younger man's hands squeezing his ass as they both pressed forward together again. An inward hiss from Viggo brought Orlando back from the edge of lost control and he whispered "Goodnight, Viggo...,"
Viggo didn't even make it to turn the key before he came in his jeans. From the drivers seat seeing Orlando's smile and wave as he drove across the rear view mirror sent him over the top. Viggo gripped the handle above the door and the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white and his fingers went instantly numb. Without even touching himself his orgasm blazed through him and he threw his head back deploring Orlando's name loudly while each shot trapped itself between fabric and skin.
When the rippling had faded he pried his fingers free and opened his eyes. Flexing his hands until the blood returned and he was coherent enough to drive home, he turned the key with a perspiring hand and made his way around the corner to his apartment. Flipping the double bolts, he placed his keys into the blue clay dish Henry had made for him in Kindergarten. His very first Father's Day gift and a prized possession. It used to sit on the tall boy in his and Exenes bedroom, it was where Henry's first lost teeth and lock of hair from his first haircut rested as a daily reminder of all that was good and innocent in this world. Those items were now mounted into a glassed shadow box hanging above his dresser and the dish took up a more prominent place on the sideboard. Viggo couldn't bear to have it in the same place in this apartment, it felt like a betrayal of his son and the innocence Viggo had stolen from him to have the curl and baby teeth setting on a new dresser in a home that wasn't his parents together.
Grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, he twisted the cap and downed it without pausing while walking down the bending hall to the bedroom. The cool liquid soothed his dry throat and he could feel it's chill running all the way into his stomach. Kicking off his soiled pants he turned on the shower and welcomed the heated water beating against his back. The drink had chilled him and he could feel the coolness dissipating standing under the water. He lingered with his eyes closed thinking about Orlando and how he felt about this night they shared.
How is it possible to feel so adamantly attracted physically to someone you've only just met? Suprising to Viggo it was toward another man as well. He was resigned to the thinking that James was yet another symptom of a dead marriage, and probably the only man he would ever be with. As long as their relationship had lasted, Viggo knew now in his heart that it was a very selfish one on both their parts. They had changed over time and each were too comfortable, afraid or needy in one way or another to end it.
James got his dream bar and Viggo ended his marriage for what he thought was true love. It was years into the relationship with James before Viggo realized it was for love, but also a cowardly way to end his mutually unhappy marriage. Neither he or Exene was willing to make the move and they had long since fallen out of love, living as roommates more then lovers for a long time prior. He and Exene were still friends and got along well, both always wanting what was best for their son which is what kept them together for years after the sparks had died between them.
It was so different with a man, there weren't games and hormones, just men being men who happened to be in love and have sex. He was never opposed to gay love, just never had the interest until James, and now thought of nothing else since meeting Orlando. He wondered if he would be able to please Orlando sexually. James had brought all the experience in the man on man department and was a good lover, but never was as attentive or made him feel as heated as Orlando did simply kissing his hand tonight. The passionate physical ache and need for James was never there the way it already was for Orlando, and it was rapidly swallowing up any caution he had left about allowing himself to feel close to someone again.
Muting the television he had turned on for company, Viggo stretched out onto the lounger on his balcony watching the sunrise. His boxers were damp from the hurried once over with a towel and his white tank top stuck to his form as well. He wondered if Orlando was watching the same sight, witnessing the sun chasing away what darkness was left, and he considered how profound this sunrise was to last night and how he felt right now. The sky radiated subtle changes of hue until it succumbed to a bright waking blue, traffic was beginning to move on the main road and birds were singing their morning songs to welcome a new day.
Viggo's last thought before sleep took him in the balcony lounger was if the sky could rearrange and transform every day giving such hope and renewed spirit, who was he to deny that obvious gift and not follow natures example? He wasn't any less suited for it, perhaps just unwilling to make the connection of the earth's whispers to him until now.
*
Waking up to the phone ringing, Viggo jumped out of the lounger ripping his molded skin away from the outdoor fabric and breathlessly told the employee on the other end he was on his way. The day passed easily enough and the ribbing towards Viggo's tardiness over his 'big date' was minimal. Closing time approached and Viggo hadn't heard from Orlando. He hadn't asked for a phone number last night and assumed he would call the club to make plans, but the phone call hadn't come and Viggo was sorely disappointed.
Flipping the long row of lights before leaving he lingered a moment in the darkness, scanning his mind for anything else to do before facing the fact that he wasn't going to see Orlando today after all. Scratching noises against the glass doors behind him broke the random unnecessary list in his head and his face immediately split into a huge smile at the sound. Turning around he found Siti up on his back legs scratching on the glass with a huge sunflower in his mouth.
"He loves me..., he loves me not..., he loves me..., he loves me not...," Orlando lay on the hood of his Mustang plucking petals from a sunflower and tossing them into the air as he counted off the words. Shaking his head and laughing lightly Viggo made the few steps to the car meeting a now standing Orlando.
"How are you, mate?" Orlando was smiling brightly and rubbed his hand along Viggo's arm leaving it with a light squeeze.
"I'm much better now, you have no idea...,"
"Hungry?"
"Famished!"
"Let's go then, yeah?"
Pulling into the black paved drive on the side of the old farmhouse Viggo saw the huge field of sunflowers on the side yard. They contrasted nicely with the white of the large house, it's green tin roof and the touches of yellow on the lengthy porch. Rocking chairs and hanging planters fit in nicely with the iron worked small tables and ceramic pots dotted along the expanse. An old fashioned red barn in need of paint stood behind the sunflower field and there were a few well placed whirligigs and wind chimes around the property.
"How long have you lived here, this is a great place Orlando...,"
"Moved here seven years ago, came with my cousin when she wanted to try out the States..., got her settled and decided I liked the weather better than Cambridge...,"
"You've lived here since then?"
"Oh..., no, I used to have an apartment and rented the barn in back there for workspace from the previous owner...,"
"Ah..., it's really great, a little spot of the country close to the city..., I love the sunflowers!"
"Yeah they are a real treat, it boggled me that the son didn't want the place after his Pop died..., he lives in another state so I guess it was just lucky for me..., the land was a peach orchard originally..., a family farm...,"
The men retreated from the car and Viggo walked around a bit, appreciating the simplicity and comfortable elegance of the placement of plants and flowers, the well kept landscaping and personal touches that made this place reflect what he was getting to know as Orlando.
"Want to eat first, or take the tour...,"
"Eating sounds like a good idea, I woke late and haven't had much time to catch up on food today...,"
"Brilliant..., come on then...,"
Orlando began walking toward the sunflower field and Viggo followed, curious as to where they were going but he didn't question the younger man when he disappeared into the thick tall stalks, and he entered as well. A few more steps and the stems cleared revealing a picnic set up, complete with red checkered blanket. Orlando was taking items out of a cooler and sorting them onto the blanket. They were completely enclosed from the road unless you knew where to look through the spaces in-between the growing rows.
"I hope you like chicken salad, I actually make it pretty well I think...,"
"I do yes, and am blown away we are eating in a field of flowers..., I like the idea...,"
"Me too, I was going to have us eat inside, but thought this would be, well..., different and romantic...," The men settled down onto a blanket for the second time in two days and Viggo popped the lids off containers while Orlando spoke.
"Besides..., if we can outlive the mosquitoes, we will be able to wish on Venus when the sun goes down...,"
The two men shared a light laugh at their first funny memory together and began unwrapping sandwiches. Orlando's chicken salad was original and different, loaded with celery and onion but also sliced red grapes and walnuts. The mix of textures and colors made it very specific and Viggo enjoyed the effort in it's making as much as the taste. The picnic spread included a black bean, rice and corn salad, fresh watermelon and spiked lemonade.
"You like lemonade Viggo..., I have beer in the house, or tea if you prefer...,"
"This is perfect Orlando, lemonade would be great...,"
"I warn you, there is a kick in it..., not that I'm trying to get you drunk or anything yeah...," he said with a wink Viggo found to be too sexy for words.
"Aww, and here I thought you were planning to seduce me under the stars later...,"
"Would I need to get you drunk for that to be agreeable?" Orlando quipped back, a little shocked at the speed and ease it came out with, but it was out there now and he handed Viggo a glass and looked at him to catch his face.
Viggo smiled noting that Orlando looked a slight bit embarrassed, a first since they had met and it comforted Viggo to see he wasn't sure and confident all the time. He took a long drink of the bourbon lemonade and swirled the liquid in his glass a bit.
"I wouldn't need to be drunk, or want to be either, for that to be agreeable...,"
Viggo watched Orlando's eyes with his words and saw a slight change in them, quick surprise covered with a smile maybe?
"Don't care to dull the senses...," Viggo held out a chunk of watermelon with his fingers, offering it to Orlando and teasing him by rubbing it against his lips and pulling it away when he made to bite it. The sweet juice glistened on his lower lip and the playful taunting continued silently a few more moments before Viggo gave up the fruit. The younger man sucked Viggo's fingers into his mouth when we was allowed to finally have the watermelon, and swirled his tongue between them tasting Viggo's slight salt and the ambrosial flavor together.
"Mmm..., somehow that tastes better from you than on my fork...," Orlando replied moving closer to Viggo without looking away from the blue eyes that held him.
"Forks are over rated...," Viggo replied feeding Orlando another piece of the fresh fruit. No teasing this time, just a gentle placement into his open mouth.
~TBC~
Author: Fairyspell
Rating: NC-17 VM/OB RPS
Summary: Sunflowers and unfolding passions
Warnings: Very slight angst
Disclaimer: Total fiction, I make no claims of knowledge about the lifestyles or sexual preferences for any characters portrayed here. I intend no disrespect or offense, it was created for my own enjoyment and I seek no profit from it.
Feedback: Please, would love to hear from you!
Archive: Viggorously, Vigorlean Cult, Carefully Kissed, X posted everywhere, sorry for the dupes on your flists.
Beta: On my own this chapter,
moblo413 is enjoying the sand and surf with her family!Chapter One
Chapter Two
The Black Book, Chapter Three
Orlando sat in the long screened porch off the kitchen, drinking a cup of black coffee watching the sun rise. He had left Viggo back at the club a short time ago and wasn't over the rush of spending time with the older man. He lazily strummed his guitar to no apparent tune and let his mind wander over the nights events. His wet curls dripped onto his bare shoulders and he shuddered once from the trickling drops running down his body.
A nest of baby birds chirped in the maple tree at the corner of the open yard, looking for their mommy to bring breakfast with the dawning day. The orange sun began reflecting itself onto the shiny steel buckets in the free shaped water pond. Orlando had erected the delicate feature in the minds eye of a Ferris wheel, the dozen small silver buckets scooping up water and then hitting a bamboo rod to tip them, dumping it back into the pool with endless circling amidst the water lilies. As the sun rose over his expanse of land, Orlando watched the radiant flames lick away the night and saw the sky turn from dark to purple, then pink to early morning blue. He wondered if Viggo was asleep or seeing the same sunrise.
His journal lay open on the glass top iron table he had made. Detailed scrollwork at the corners of the triangular table drifted slender jungle theme leaves from the top to the bottoms of the legs, forming into oversize lion paws supporting the table. Orlando had a habit of jotting his thoughts down into journals, he had kept them since childhood and they detailed the years of his life. Each one was the same, a black leather book with unlined paper and his gold initials embossed in the corner. This morning he wrote first impressions of his time with Viggo, how the older man made him feel as if he could jump out of his skin with a brush of his hand, about his depth and vibrant perceptions of the world around him.
Viggo was different from his past attractions and lovers, he had obviously been hurt badly and continued to agonize over the guilt of his marriage ending for a man who betrayed him, but there was so much more under that surface. Beyond those internal punishments Viggo was brilliant, soulful, kind and sexy as hell. Those qualities far outshine the shadow hovering over him and Orlando hoped it would not be too long before the older man could recognize those things in himself again. It had been so hard for Orlando to stand and take the pressure he saw in Viggo's eyes away last night. He was so aroused just being close to him, so painfully hard he wanted nothing more than to ravage the man, those blue eyes screaming passionate responses to his touch. He was glad to do it though, he had never experienced a pull such as this toward anyone and he wanted it to be right for Viggo, no more regrets added to the pile. Viggo needed to be sure and Orlando was willing to enjoy the force taking over him and wait.
Orlando immediately ran to the shower when he got home, desperate for release and some warmth against his skin that he wished was Viggo's. Stroking himself under the steaming water and fantasizing about moving inside of Viggo, it didn't take long for him to come. Writhing until he dropped onto his knees from the power of his orgasm, Viggo's name came whimpering from his lips. Orlando knew that when Viggo did take the chance and offer himself the opportunity to be loved, it would be more than wonderful, it would be potent heaven crashing around them and swallowing them into a deep chasm of blissful pleasure. Orlando would make certain of that.
Taking in the last of his coffee Orlando set his guitar down next to Siti, who was sleeping at his side, and shifted in the wide woven willow chair so he could comfortably write using a bent leg to support the journal. His innermost thoughts poured onto the pages, bringing compassion into his eyes when he recanted Viggo's willingness to share his aches and a lustful grin to his face replaying the moments of caressing Viggo's hand and their hips pressing together just before they parted.
Reading through the pages he had written and gently pulling at his slight sideburns unconsciously, Orlando picked out phrases and words he felt were meaningful and began to put them to music. Most of the songs he wrote were a reflection of events or just about moments of his life and his brain was spinning while he worked the words into a rhythm of feeling and sound.
He played publicly on occasion when he and friends would go to open mic night at O'Malleys or with friends just hanging out having a few beers, but he never played his original songs at those places. He always chose cover songs of popular bands unless the mood struck and he would do his impression of King Louie singing "The Monkey Song" from Jungle Book. Audiences really got into a British accent performing "I wanna be like you-ooo-ooo." It was a favorite of his to sing in public, it always pepped people up and made them smile, remembering their childhood watching Baloo and Moglie dancing and singing while the orange orangutan King Louie is coaxing for the secret to making fire.
Satisfied with the first few stanza's, he resigned himself to the need for sleep. Removing his boxers and crawling in between the sheets he drifted into sleep with thoughts of Viggo in his head and the new song humming against his lips.
*
"I had a great time tonight." Orlando said as the Mustang came to a halt next to Viggo's vehicle and he cut the engine.
"So did I...," was the reply and Viggo unconsciously ran passes over his hand where Orlando's mouth lingered for so long.
Both men exited the car and Siti padded around Viggo's feet nosing the pavement until the scent he followed led him to plop down in a flower bed by the front doors. The men were quiet as they met again next to Viggo's yellow Land Rover.
"This rig have a tow package on it?" Orlando inquired walking to the back of the vehicle to look.
"Yep, only had it a few months, haven't hauled anything with it yet." Viggo stayed in his place and the younger man made his way back, leaning one hand on the side of the car facing Viggo.
"We will have to change that rather soon then, ever jet ski?"
Viggo shook his head smiling. "Not only have you roped me into a promise of skydiving but now I see jet skiing on the horizon, Henry won't know what has come over me. He loves his jet ski, and is good at it too."
"Maybe it's love, yeah?" Orlando stated easily looking into the happy eyes talking about his son. "That's come over you I mean...," the younger man added.
Viggo's face changed with these words, a happy face turned into a hopeful one mixed with a little apprehension that Orlando wished wasn't there. They stood quietly for a moment looking at each other and Orlando wanted to kiss the man. He was considering the lean inward when a loud puppy yawn came from behind them. Siti was now nuzzled into a spot in the dirt with his head on his front paws looking at them expectantly and both men let out a laugh.
"I guess Siti is in agreement...," Viggo said looking back to Orlando and moving a little closer as he did. "Guess that makes three...,"
Orlando smiled warmly and cupped Viggo's face with his hand, happy to hear those words and feeling the prickle of whiskers under his palm as he glided his thumb along Viggo's cheekbone. Viggo leaned against the caress and closed his eyes momentarily, feeling safe and wonderful with the strong hand stroking his face and tracing the shell of his ear.
Opening his eyes Orlando said "I want to see you tomorrow, would that be all right?"
Viggo practically swooned, his bound and still aching cock jumped with the words from the tremendously sexy man who was touching him in more ways than one.
"Yes," Viggo looked from Orlando's eyes to his moist mouth and back to his deep brown sultry eyes. "I would be disappointed to not see you."
Viggo placed one hand on Orlando's hip as he spoke, moving it up and down softly, feeling the younger man's thin waist through his shirt. With this encouraging contact, Orlando moved his hand from Viggo's face to cup the back of his neck, moving his fingers slowly in the older man's hair and against the soft skin there. Slowly Orlando pulled Viggo to him, wrapping both arms fully around the older man at his waist and neck and feeling the same connection from Viggo. The two men stood in a longing embrace for quite a few moments, both wishing for more than this endearment but neither willing to break the sensation of their bodies pressed against each other for the first time.
Viggo began a small sway and Orlando followed his lead, moving just slightly, enough to enhance the energy of the moment and add definition to how pleading their bodies were. Both men were hard as steel and they could feel each others stiff erections through their clothing. Orlando pressed his hips forward slightly, a reaction to the contact of their pelvises and to let Viggo know how much he affected him. The friction prompted a small groan to escape from Orlando and Viggo shuddered at the stimulation and the sound in his ear. He felt the solid bulge compelled against his groin and he slid his hand down to Orlando's rear, pulling the younger man's hips into himself, grinding slowly against the younger man and breathing unsteadily into the scented brown curls.
Viggo thought he might come right there. The delicious motility and Orlando's hot breath flowing over his ear and neck sent an old forgotten tingle through his abdomen and he felt his balls tighten up even more. Orlando's hands ran firmly along his back and Viggo could feel the firm massage end with the younger man's hands squeezing his ass as they both pressed forward together again. An inward hiss from Viggo brought Orlando back from the edge of lost control and he whispered "Goodnight, Viggo...,"
Viggo didn't even make it to turn the key before he came in his jeans. From the drivers seat seeing Orlando's smile and wave as he drove across the rear view mirror sent him over the top. Viggo gripped the handle above the door and the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white and his fingers went instantly numb. Without even touching himself his orgasm blazed through him and he threw his head back deploring Orlando's name loudly while each shot trapped itself between fabric and skin.
When the rippling had faded he pried his fingers free and opened his eyes. Flexing his hands until the blood returned and he was coherent enough to drive home, he turned the key with a perspiring hand and made his way around the corner to his apartment. Flipping the double bolts, he placed his keys into the blue clay dish Henry had made for him in Kindergarten. His very first Father's Day gift and a prized possession. It used to sit on the tall boy in his and Exenes bedroom, it was where Henry's first lost teeth and lock of hair from his first haircut rested as a daily reminder of all that was good and innocent in this world. Those items were now mounted into a glassed shadow box hanging above his dresser and the dish took up a more prominent place on the sideboard. Viggo couldn't bear to have it in the same place in this apartment, it felt like a betrayal of his son and the innocence Viggo had stolen from him to have the curl and baby teeth setting on a new dresser in a home that wasn't his parents together.
Grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, he twisted the cap and downed it without pausing while walking down the bending hall to the bedroom. The cool liquid soothed his dry throat and he could feel it's chill running all the way into his stomach. Kicking off his soiled pants he turned on the shower and welcomed the heated water beating against his back. The drink had chilled him and he could feel the coolness dissipating standing under the water. He lingered with his eyes closed thinking about Orlando and how he felt about this night they shared.
How is it possible to feel so adamantly attracted physically to someone you've only just met? Suprising to Viggo it was toward another man as well. He was resigned to the thinking that James was yet another symptom of a dead marriage, and probably the only man he would ever be with. As long as their relationship had lasted, Viggo knew now in his heart that it was a very selfish one on both their parts. They had changed over time and each were too comfortable, afraid or needy in one way or another to end it.
James got his dream bar and Viggo ended his marriage for what he thought was true love. It was years into the relationship with James before Viggo realized it was for love, but also a cowardly way to end his mutually unhappy marriage. Neither he or Exene was willing to make the move and they had long since fallen out of love, living as roommates more then lovers for a long time prior. He and Exene were still friends and got along well, both always wanting what was best for their son which is what kept them together for years after the sparks had died between them.
It was so different with a man, there weren't games and hormones, just men being men who happened to be in love and have sex. He was never opposed to gay love, just never had the interest until James, and now thought of nothing else since meeting Orlando. He wondered if he would be able to please Orlando sexually. James had brought all the experience in the man on man department and was a good lover, but never was as attentive or made him feel as heated as Orlando did simply kissing his hand tonight. The passionate physical ache and need for James was never there the way it already was for Orlando, and it was rapidly swallowing up any caution he had left about allowing himself to feel close to someone again.
Muting the television he had turned on for company, Viggo stretched out onto the lounger on his balcony watching the sunrise. His boxers were damp from the hurried once over with a towel and his white tank top stuck to his form as well. He wondered if Orlando was watching the same sight, witnessing the sun chasing away what darkness was left, and he considered how profound this sunrise was to last night and how he felt right now. The sky radiated subtle changes of hue until it succumbed to a bright waking blue, traffic was beginning to move on the main road and birds were singing their morning songs to welcome a new day.
Viggo's last thought before sleep took him in the balcony lounger was if the sky could rearrange and transform every day giving such hope and renewed spirit, who was he to deny that obvious gift and not follow natures example? He wasn't any less suited for it, perhaps just unwilling to make the connection of the earth's whispers to him until now.
*
Waking up to the phone ringing, Viggo jumped out of the lounger ripping his molded skin away from the outdoor fabric and breathlessly told the employee on the other end he was on his way. The day passed easily enough and the ribbing towards Viggo's tardiness over his 'big date' was minimal. Closing time approached and Viggo hadn't heard from Orlando. He hadn't asked for a phone number last night and assumed he would call the club to make plans, but the phone call hadn't come and Viggo was sorely disappointed.
Flipping the long row of lights before leaving he lingered a moment in the darkness, scanning his mind for anything else to do before facing the fact that he wasn't going to see Orlando today after all. Scratching noises against the glass doors behind him broke the random unnecessary list in his head and his face immediately split into a huge smile at the sound. Turning around he found Siti up on his back legs scratching on the glass with a huge sunflower in his mouth.
"He loves me..., he loves me not..., he loves me..., he loves me not...," Orlando lay on the hood of his Mustang plucking petals from a sunflower and tossing them into the air as he counted off the words. Shaking his head and laughing lightly Viggo made the few steps to the car meeting a now standing Orlando.
"How are you, mate?" Orlando was smiling brightly and rubbed his hand along Viggo's arm leaving it with a light squeeze.
"I'm much better now, you have no idea...,"
"Hungry?"
"Famished!"
"Let's go then, yeah?"
Pulling into the black paved drive on the side of the old farmhouse Viggo saw the huge field of sunflowers on the side yard. They contrasted nicely with the white of the large house, it's green tin roof and the touches of yellow on the lengthy porch. Rocking chairs and hanging planters fit in nicely with the iron worked small tables and ceramic pots dotted along the expanse. An old fashioned red barn in need of paint stood behind the sunflower field and there were a few well placed whirligigs and wind chimes around the property.
"How long have you lived here, this is a great place Orlando...,"
"Moved here seven years ago, came with my cousin when she wanted to try out the States..., got her settled and decided I liked the weather better than Cambridge...,"
"You've lived here since then?"
"Oh..., no, I used to have an apartment and rented the barn in back there for workspace from the previous owner...,"
"Ah..., it's really great, a little spot of the country close to the city..., I love the sunflowers!"
"Yeah they are a real treat, it boggled me that the son didn't want the place after his Pop died..., he lives in another state so I guess it was just lucky for me..., the land was a peach orchard originally..., a family farm...,"
The men retreated from the car and Viggo walked around a bit, appreciating the simplicity and comfortable elegance of the placement of plants and flowers, the well kept landscaping and personal touches that made this place reflect what he was getting to know as Orlando.
"Want to eat first, or take the tour...,"
"Eating sounds like a good idea, I woke late and haven't had much time to catch up on food today...,"
"Brilliant..., come on then...,"
Orlando began walking toward the sunflower field and Viggo followed, curious as to where they were going but he didn't question the younger man when he disappeared into the thick tall stalks, and he entered as well. A few more steps and the stems cleared revealing a picnic set up, complete with red checkered blanket. Orlando was taking items out of a cooler and sorting them onto the blanket. They were completely enclosed from the road unless you knew where to look through the spaces in-between the growing rows.
"I hope you like chicken salad, I actually make it pretty well I think...,"
"I do yes, and am blown away we are eating in a field of flowers..., I like the idea...,"
"Me too, I was going to have us eat inside, but thought this would be, well..., different and romantic...," The men settled down onto a blanket for the second time in two days and Viggo popped the lids off containers while Orlando spoke.
"Besides..., if we can outlive the mosquitoes, we will be able to wish on Venus when the sun goes down...,"
The two men shared a light laugh at their first funny memory together and began unwrapping sandwiches. Orlando's chicken salad was original and different, loaded with celery and onion but also sliced red grapes and walnuts. The mix of textures and colors made it very specific and Viggo enjoyed the effort in it's making as much as the taste. The picnic spread included a black bean, rice and corn salad, fresh watermelon and spiked lemonade.
"You like lemonade Viggo..., I have beer in the house, or tea if you prefer...,"
"This is perfect Orlando, lemonade would be great...,"
"I warn you, there is a kick in it..., not that I'm trying to get you drunk or anything yeah...," he said with a wink Viggo found to be too sexy for words.
"Aww, and here I thought you were planning to seduce me under the stars later...,"
"Would I need to get you drunk for that to be agreeable?" Orlando quipped back, a little shocked at the speed and ease it came out with, but it was out there now and he handed Viggo a glass and looked at him to catch his face.
Viggo smiled noting that Orlando looked a slight bit embarrassed, a first since they had met and it comforted Viggo to see he wasn't sure and confident all the time. He took a long drink of the bourbon lemonade and swirled the liquid in his glass a bit.
"I wouldn't need to be drunk, or want to be either, for that to be agreeable...,"
Viggo watched Orlando's eyes with his words and saw a slight change in them, quick surprise covered with a smile maybe?
"Don't care to dull the senses...," Viggo held out a chunk of watermelon with his fingers, offering it to Orlando and teasing him by rubbing it against his lips and pulling it away when he made to bite it. The sweet juice glistened on his lower lip and the playful taunting continued silently a few more moments before Viggo gave up the fruit. The younger man sucked Viggo's fingers into his mouth when we was allowed to finally have the watermelon, and swirled his tongue between them tasting Viggo's slight salt and the ambrosial flavor together.
"Mmm..., somehow that tastes better from you than on my fork...," Orlando replied moving closer to Viggo without looking away from the blue eyes that held him.
"Forks are over rated...," Viggo replied feeding Orlando another piece of the fresh fruit. No teasing this time, just a gentle placement into his open mouth.
~TBC~
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God I can't wait for the smut ;) I bet it'll be great!!
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God I can't wait for the smut ;) I bet it'll be great!!
Mmmmmm,smut. Lol I think so too when they get there! ;)
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*guh*
xxx
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Feeding Orli ANYTHING is a big *thug* for me, lol!
*hugs!*