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Movie Rain Part4
Title: Movie Rain
Writer: Lexi (lexi_mirkwood@hotmail.com)
Pairing: OB/VM
Rating: NC17
Part 4/?
Summary: Finally things get good for the boys but only for a while...
Disclaimer: I lie all the time.
Beta: Bee who always plants smutty ideas in my head.
Previous parts located here-
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lexi_mirkwood/1962.html#cutid1
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lexi_mirkwood/2148.html#cutid1
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lexi_mirkwood/5929.html#cutid1
And on to the new bit-
It was the sound of heavy rain falling on the metal roof that dragged Viggo from an extremely pleasant dream. When he opened his eyes, the room was steeped in twilight and his hands were resting on a warm body. Suddenly the events of the previous morning came flooding back, and he felt a thrill of happiness as he looked down at the man gathered in his arms. While they had been sleeping, Orlando had turned his body around and was now draped over Viggo, his long limbs pinning him to the bed.
As Viggo woke up fully he realised he had a raging hard-on. Not wanting to make Orlando do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, he decided to get up and do something about it himself. He tried to extricate himself from Orlando’s untidy embrace without waking him, but as he moved, he felt the young man stir.
“Don’t go,” said Orlando sleepily, his grip tightening around Viggo’s body.
“Orli I’m not leaving you. I just gotta get up for a second and I'll be right back.”
“No, you should stay here in bed with me all night,” said Orlando softly.
Viggo continued to try to slide out of the bed, but the next thing he knew Orlando had rolled him onto his back and was straddling his thighs. Viggo felt fingers tangle in his hair and he slid his arms round the younger man, stroking his fingers down his spine.
“I was trying not to wake you,” said Viggo.
“Elves never really sleep, you should know that by now Ranger from the North,” said Orlando, leaning forward and licking the length of Viggo’s neck.
Viggo shivered with pleasure and he knew that the younger man could feel the effect his touch was having on his body. Orlando slid forward till his body was hard up against the bulge in Viggo's sweatpants and he smiled as he heard a sharp intake of breath from the older man.
“You want me don't you?” murmured Orlando his eyes wide, his tone full of surprise.
“Of course I want you. I have wanted you since the first time we met.”
Orlando ducked his head, a blush spreading over his face.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Cause I thought you were straight Orlando,”
“Well I thought I was too, but now I'm not so sure,” laughed Orlando grinning crookedly down at the man pinned underneath him.
The prone figure took a deep breath as he felt Orlando shift his weight, leaning forward and pushing Viggo's t-shirt up his chest. He sat up slightly to allow Orlando to pull the shirt off over his head. Orlando traced his fingers over Viggo's chest and belly as if he was memorising the other man's body. His eyes were wide and bright in the small amount of light that filtered from the window.
“What do you want Orlando?”
“I want you to make love to me”
Viggo closed his eyes and savoured the words as they were spoken.
“Jesus Orli you can't believe how much I wanted to hear you say that.”
“How we do this? I need you to show me Viggo,” said Orlando softly.
Viggo was amazed that Orlando was so trusting, so ready to be vulnerable after hurting for so long.
“Roll over on your back, baby”
Orlando climbed off Viggo, pulling his t-shirt over his head before he lay back on the bed. Viggo knelt beside him, his mouth suddenly dry as he looked down at the beautiful body lying on the bed. Viggo's hands traced down smooth skin until they rested on the waistband of Orlando's sweatpants, he shifted his hips up allowing Viggo to slide them off his body.
Without taking his eyes off Orlando's body spread out before him in the half-light Viggo reached over to the drawer in the bedside table and pulled out the bottle of lube. He pushed gently on Orlando's legs and the young man pulled his knees up toward his chest opening himself up. Viggo knelt between Orlando's legs and took a deep breath as he slicked the lube over his fingers. He gently circled the entrance with one digit, his other hand slowly stroking Orlando’s already hard cock. Viggo started to gently work one finger into him pausing as he elicited a gasp from Orlando.
“Orli, I don’t want to hurt you, promise me you’ll tell me if you want me to stop” Viggo said anxiously.
“Don't stop Viggo, please.” murmured Orlando, his voice heavy with need.
Viggo continued to push his finger into Orlando, not stopping the slow stroke on his erection. He looked up and saw Orlando’s eyes were closed and he couldn’t tell whether it was from pain or desire.
“Orli I need to see your eyes, I want to watch you and know I’m not hurting you”
Orlando’s eyes flicked open, and he looked back at Viggo his eyes almost black.
“You aren't hurting me and I’m not going to break,” said Orlando sounding very sure of his decision.
With that encouragement, Viggo buried his finger deep in Orlando and he paused watching as the younger man's hands grasped convulsively at the blanket that was bunched up under him. He started to slide in a second lube slick digit but it felt so tight that Viggo stopped for a moment concerned that he would hurt Orlando. He was surprised when he felt Orlando push back against the fingers obviously wanting more. As he finally worked his second finger in Viggo paused giving Orlando a moment to adjust, before he started to glide his fingers slowly in and out of the tight entrance. As he moved, he felt Orlando grab his other hand and draw it up to his mouth sucking the fingers into his throat . This made Viggo let out a low groan of desire his fingers moving faster in Orlando, scissoring them to gently spread him open.
“Orli you feel so good”
Viggo pulled his fingers from the younger man's mouth and curled them round Orli’s hard length, as the younger man pushed up fucking the hand that was clasped tight around him. Viggo's finger moved fast and slick inside the warm, tight tunnel as he curled his fingers brushing over Orlando's prostate. This movement dragged a deep moan that seemed to come from the center of Orlando's being. It wasn’t long before Viggo felt Orlando finally buck hard one last time and come hard crying out his pleasure.
Viggo slid up to lie next to Orlando who responded by moving around and placing his head on Viggo’s shoulder, his breath still catching in his throat his skin flushed.
“I want you inside me please Viggo”
He put one finger on Orlando’s lips shushing him
“Next time baby, there’s plenty of time”
“No Viggo I want you now, I need you to fuck me.”
Viggo paused as he felt cold hands slide down his skin, dipping into his pants as Orlando wrapped his hand around Viggo's now rock hard erection.
“Please Viggo; I need to feel you inside me.”
Viggo closed his eyes as he felt the tentative touch change to a firmer, harder stroke as Orlando grew in confidence.
“You're going to have to stop that Orli or I'm gonna come” murmured Viggo as he ghosted his fingers over Orlando's desire warm skin.
Viggo leaned down pushing his tongue into Orlando's hot mouth, the kiss going on for long minutes as both sets of hands roamed over the unfamiliar contours. Finally, Viggo dragged himself away from the kiss and crawled over to bedside table grabbing a condom. He pulled off his sweat pants and tore open the foil package, rolling it on quickly wanting, needing, desperate to feel himself inside Orlando. He heard the top of the lube bottle snap open and then he felt Orlando's hand moving on him lubing his hardness and he shivered biting hard on his lip to stop himself from coming immediately at the touch.
He moved between Orlando's legs and pushed his knees up again, placing the head of his cock against Orlando's tight entrance. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to bury himself deep in one stroke. He looked down at Orlando who was shivering; his body tense with a combination of desire and nerves. Viggo paused and splayed his hand out across the younger man's stomach.
“Relax Orli, I 'm not gonna hurt you”
“I know Viggo, I trust you”
Viggo knew this wasn't going to work if Orlando had himself tied up in knots like this. He slid back down and slipped his mouth round the head of Orlando's cock, his hand sliding up and down the smooth skin of the shaft. He kept his other hand spread over Orlando's belly, feeling him relax as Viggo sucked and stroked him.
Viggo stopped and moved back up Orlando's body leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“Are you ready Orli?”
Orlando nodded his eyes dark with desire.
Viggo again placed his erection against Orlando, pushing in slightly feeling the tight entrance give way a little. He reached up and threaded his fingers through Orlando's, pushing their linked hands down onto the bed As he pushed in another inch he felt Orli's grip painfully tight on his fingers, his nails digging into the back of Viggo's hands. Continuing his gentle assault, the older man felt his lover’s fingers relax, accustoming himself to being filled. Viggo closed his eyes, desperately trying to keep control and not tip over the edge himself. He only opened them again when he felt he was completely buried inside the insane tightness of Orlando's body. The room was silent and he looked at Orlando through the twilight in the room.
“Are you alright Orli?”
Orlando's fingers tightened on Viggo's again.
“Please move Viggo, I need to feel you moving in me,” said Orlando so softly Viggo could barely hear him.
Viggo didn't need a second invitation and he pulled almost all the way out before burying himself back in one smooth stroke. Orlando's moans of desire filled the room and Viggo started to move in and out losing himself in the sensations coursing through his body. He let go of Orlando's hands instead grabbing his legs so he could change the angle of his thrusting, to hit his lover’s prostate. with each stroke. Viggo felt the younger man squirming and moaning under him and he could tell he was close to coming.
Viggo knew he wasn't going to last long in the hot, smooth tightness that was Orlando's body and he slowed his strokes. He reached down, sliding his thumb through the shining fluid that has gathered on the tip of Orlando's cock and smeared it along the hard shaft. He then started to slide his hand up and down fisting it hard, driving the younger man toward the second release that he was desperately seeking. Viggo glanced up and saw that Orlando had his fingers laced through the slats at the head of the bed, his grip so tight his knuckles were white around the metal. Soon he was thrusting up against Viggo's hand as he came, his fluid warm and sticky on Viggo's skin. Just watching him come again pushed Viggo over the edge and after a couple of more strokes; he tumbled over into his own orgasm. He closed his eyes and saw colours swirling in the darkness as shudders moved through his body.
Viggo slowly regained his senses and carefully pulled out of Orlando, sliding the condom off, and and dropping it in the trash can. He lay down next to Orlando who was l still, except for the occasional shiver that passed through his body, small moans escaping from him, his fingers moving convulsively round the metal of the bed head. Viggo turned on his side and propped his head on his hand watching as Orlando slowly came back down to earth. After a number of minutes Orlando's eyes cracked open slightly.
“Hello there, how are you doing?” said Viggo softly, smiling as his fingers traced patterns over the smooth skin of Orlando's chest
“I think you killed me”
“A nice way to die though don't you think?”
Orlando smiled his eyes still glazed slightly.
“I couldn't think of a better way to go”
Viggo leaned forward and kissed him softly, marvelling again at having Orlando in his bed. He started to move to get up as Orlando grabbed his wrist.
“Where are you going, Viggo?”
“I'm going to make you a cup of tea and bring back your medications or Diane will kill me,” he said sliding his fingers gently across Orlando's bare skin, feeling the heat radiating from the relaxed body.
Viggo finally extricated himself from Orli’s grip and climbed out of bed, pausing to pull on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that he found on the floor.
“All right, but hurry back, I’m getting cold and I might already be getting sick again,” said Orlando smiling at him pulling the blanket untidily around his body.
Viggo just shook his head at Orlando's ability to recover as he walked barefoot down the hallway and into the kitchen.
As he moved around making tea, he heard a knock on the front door. He walked out into the living room and opened the front door to find Karl standing on the doorstep.
“Hey Viggo I was just passing by and thought I’d drop off the book you lent me”
“Uh hi Karl, how you going” said Viggo fidgeting with the empty cup in his hand.
“I thought you might want to go out and grab something to eat since you finally have a night off. I tried calling but your phone has been engaged all day.”
Karl walked into the living room seemingly unaware of Viggo’s nervousness.
“Viggo is that Bills? If it is tell him to bugger off, we’re busy”
Karl turned toward Orlando as he walked down the hallway and into the living room. He was wearing Viggo's sweatpants which hung ridiculously low on his hips and he was sporting the glazed look of someone who had just been fucked into the mattress.
Karl's gaze flicked between Orlando and Viggo, his hazel eyes darkening with anger.
“Well I guess I wasn't good enough for you Orlando. Waiting for the star of the movie to fuck you were you?” he said his voice full of pain.
The room was silent as Karl carefully put the book down on the coffee table, turned and walked to the front door, pulling it closed behind him with a quiet click of the latch. Viggo stood watching out the front window as Karl paused by his car, placing his hands flat on the roof, the set of his shoulders indicating he was trying very hard to control himself. Finally, he slowly climbed into his car and drove away not looking back at the house.
TBC
Writer: Lexi (lexi_mirkwood@hotmail.com)
Pairing: OB/VM
Rating: NC17
Part 4/?
Summary: Finally things get good for the boys but only for a while...
Disclaimer: I lie all the time.
Beta: Bee who always plants smutty ideas in my head.
Previous parts located here-
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lexi_mirkwood/1962.html#cutid1
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lexi_mirkwood/2148.html#cutid1
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lexi_mirkwood/5929.html#cutid1
And on to the new bit-
It was the sound of heavy rain falling on the metal roof that dragged Viggo from an extremely pleasant dream. When he opened his eyes, the room was steeped in twilight and his hands were resting on a warm body. Suddenly the events of the previous morning came flooding back, and he felt a thrill of happiness as he looked down at the man gathered in his arms. While they had been sleeping, Orlando had turned his body around and was now draped over Viggo, his long limbs pinning him to the bed.
As Viggo woke up fully he realised he had a raging hard-on. Not wanting to make Orlando do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, he decided to get up and do something about it himself. He tried to extricate himself from Orlando’s untidy embrace without waking him, but as he moved, he felt the young man stir.
“Don’t go,” said Orlando sleepily, his grip tightening around Viggo’s body.
“Orli I’m not leaving you. I just gotta get up for a second and I'll be right back.”
“No, you should stay here in bed with me all night,” said Orlando softly.
Viggo continued to try to slide out of the bed, but the next thing he knew Orlando had rolled him onto his back and was straddling his thighs. Viggo felt fingers tangle in his hair and he slid his arms round the younger man, stroking his fingers down his spine.
“I was trying not to wake you,” said Viggo.
“Elves never really sleep, you should know that by now Ranger from the North,” said Orlando, leaning forward and licking the length of Viggo’s neck.
Viggo shivered with pleasure and he knew that the younger man could feel the effect his touch was having on his body. Orlando slid forward till his body was hard up against the bulge in Viggo's sweatpants and he smiled as he heard a sharp intake of breath from the older man.
“You want me don't you?” murmured Orlando his eyes wide, his tone full of surprise.
“Of course I want you. I have wanted you since the first time we met.”
Orlando ducked his head, a blush spreading over his face.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Cause I thought you were straight Orlando,”
“Well I thought I was too, but now I'm not so sure,” laughed Orlando grinning crookedly down at the man pinned underneath him.
The prone figure took a deep breath as he felt Orlando shift his weight, leaning forward and pushing Viggo's t-shirt up his chest. He sat up slightly to allow Orlando to pull the shirt off over his head. Orlando traced his fingers over Viggo's chest and belly as if he was memorising the other man's body. His eyes were wide and bright in the small amount of light that filtered from the window.
“What do you want Orlando?”
“I want you to make love to me”
Viggo closed his eyes and savoured the words as they were spoken.
“Jesus Orli you can't believe how much I wanted to hear you say that.”
“How we do this? I need you to show me Viggo,” said Orlando softly.
Viggo was amazed that Orlando was so trusting, so ready to be vulnerable after hurting for so long.
“Roll over on your back, baby”
Orlando climbed off Viggo, pulling his t-shirt over his head before he lay back on the bed. Viggo knelt beside him, his mouth suddenly dry as he looked down at the beautiful body lying on the bed. Viggo's hands traced down smooth skin until they rested on the waistband of Orlando's sweatpants, he shifted his hips up allowing Viggo to slide them off his body.
Without taking his eyes off Orlando's body spread out before him in the half-light Viggo reached over to the drawer in the bedside table and pulled out the bottle of lube. He pushed gently on Orlando's legs and the young man pulled his knees up toward his chest opening himself up. Viggo knelt between Orlando's legs and took a deep breath as he slicked the lube over his fingers. He gently circled the entrance with one digit, his other hand slowly stroking Orlando’s already hard cock. Viggo started to gently work one finger into him pausing as he elicited a gasp from Orlando.
“Orli, I don’t want to hurt you, promise me you’ll tell me if you want me to stop” Viggo said anxiously.
“Don't stop Viggo, please.” murmured Orlando, his voice heavy with need.
Viggo continued to push his finger into Orlando, not stopping the slow stroke on his erection. He looked up and saw Orlando’s eyes were closed and he couldn’t tell whether it was from pain or desire.
“Orli I need to see your eyes, I want to watch you and know I’m not hurting you”
Orlando’s eyes flicked open, and he looked back at Viggo his eyes almost black.
“You aren't hurting me and I’m not going to break,” said Orlando sounding very sure of his decision.
With that encouragement, Viggo buried his finger deep in Orlando and he paused watching as the younger man's hands grasped convulsively at the blanket that was bunched up under him. He started to slide in a second lube slick digit but it felt so tight that Viggo stopped for a moment concerned that he would hurt Orlando. He was surprised when he felt Orlando push back against the fingers obviously wanting more. As he finally worked his second finger in Viggo paused giving Orlando a moment to adjust, before he started to glide his fingers slowly in and out of the tight entrance. As he moved, he felt Orlando grab his other hand and draw it up to his mouth sucking the fingers into his throat . This made Viggo let out a low groan of desire his fingers moving faster in Orlando, scissoring them to gently spread him open.
“Orli you feel so good”
Viggo pulled his fingers from the younger man's mouth and curled them round Orli’s hard length, as the younger man pushed up fucking the hand that was clasped tight around him. Viggo's finger moved fast and slick inside the warm, tight tunnel as he curled his fingers brushing over Orlando's prostate. This movement dragged a deep moan that seemed to come from the center of Orlando's being. It wasn’t long before Viggo felt Orlando finally buck hard one last time and come hard crying out his pleasure.
Viggo slid up to lie next to Orlando who responded by moving around and placing his head on Viggo’s shoulder, his breath still catching in his throat his skin flushed.
“I want you inside me please Viggo”
He put one finger on Orlando’s lips shushing him
“Next time baby, there’s plenty of time”
“No Viggo I want you now, I need you to fuck me.”
Viggo paused as he felt cold hands slide down his skin, dipping into his pants as Orlando wrapped his hand around Viggo's now rock hard erection.
“Please Viggo; I need to feel you inside me.”
Viggo closed his eyes as he felt the tentative touch change to a firmer, harder stroke as Orlando grew in confidence.
“You're going to have to stop that Orli or I'm gonna come” murmured Viggo as he ghosted his fingers over Orlando's desire warm skin.
Viggo leaned down pushing his tongue into Orlando's hot mouth, the kiss going on for long minutes as both sets of hands roamed over the unfamiliar contours. Finally, Viggo dragged himself away from the kiss and crawled over to bedside table grabbing a condom. He pulled off his sweat pants and tore open the foil package, rolling it on quickly wanting, needing, desperate to feel himself inside Orlando. He heard the top of the lube bottle snap open and then he felt Orlando's hand moving on him lubing his hardness and he shivered biting hard on his lip to stop himself from coming immediately at the touch.
He moved between Orlando's legs and pushed his knees up again, placing the head of his cock against Orlando's tight entrance. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to bury himself deep in one stroke. He looked down at Orlando who was shivering; his body tense with a combination of desire and nerves. Viggo paused and splayed his hand out across the younger man's stomach.
“Relax Orli, I 'm not gonna hurt you”
“I know Viggo, I trust you”
Viggo knew this wasn't going to work if Orlando had himself tied up in knots like this. He slid back down and slipped his mouth round the head of Orlando's cock, his hand sliding up and down the smooth skin of the shaft. He kept his other hand spread over Orlando's belly, feeling him relax as Viggo sucked and stroked him.
Viggo stopped and moved back up Orlando's body leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“Are you ready Orli?”
Orlando nodded his eyes dark with desire.
Viggo again placed his erection against Orlando, pushing in slightly feeling the tight entrance give way a little. He reached up and threaded his fingers through Orlando's, pushing their linked hands down onto the bed As he pushed in another inch he felt Orli's grip painfully tight on his fingers, his nails digging into the back of Viggo's hands. Continuing his gentle assault, the older man felt his lover’s fingers relax, accustoming himself to being filled. Viggo closed his eyes, desperately trying to keep control and not tip over the edge himself. He only opened them again when he felt he was completely buried inside the insane tightness of Orlando's body. The room was silent and he looked at Orlando through the twilight in the room.
“Are you alright Orli?”
Orlando's fingers tightened on Viggo's again.
“Please move Viggo, I need to feel you moving in me,” said Orlando so softly Viggo could barely hear him.
Viggo didn't need a second invitation and he pulled almost all the way out before burying himself back in one smooth stroke. Orlando's moans of desire filled the room and Viggo started to move in and out losing himself in the sensations coursing through his body. He let go of Orlando's hands instead grabbing his legs so he could change the angle of his thrusting, to hit his lover’s prostate. with each stroke. Viggo felt the younger man squirming and moaning under him and he could tell he was close to coming.
Viggo knew he wasn't going to last long in the hot, smooth tightness that was Orlando's body and he slowed his strokes. He reached down, sliding his thumb through the shining fluid that has gathered on the tip of Orlando's cock and smeared it along the hard shaft. He then started to slide his hand up and down fisting it hard, driving the younger man toward the second release that he was desperately seeking. Viggo glanced up and saw that Orlando had his fingers laced through the slats at the head of the bed, his grip so tight his knuckles were white around the metal. Soon he was thrusting up against Viggo's hand as he came, his fluid warm and sticky on Viggo's skin. Just watching him come again pushed Viggo over the edge and after a couple of more strokes; he tumbled over into his own orgasm. He closed his eyes and saw colours swirling in the darkness as shudders moved through his body.
Viggo slowly regained his senses and carefully pulled out of Orlando, sliding the condom off, and and dropping it in the trash can. He lay down next to Orlando who was l still, except for the occasional shiver that passed through his body, small moans escaping from him, his fingers moving convulsively round the metal of the bed head. Viggo turned on his side and propped his head on his hand watching as Orlando slowly came back down to earth. After a number of minutes Orlando's eyes cracked open slightly.
“Hello there, how are you doing?” said Viggo softly, smiling as his fingers traced patterns over the smooth skin of Orlando's chest
“I think you killed me”
“A nice way to die though don't you think?”
Orlando smiled his eyes still glazed slightly.
“I couldn't think of a better way to go”
Viggo leaned forward and kissed him softly, marvelling again at having Orlando in his bed. He started to move to get up as Orlando grabbed his wrist.
“Where are you going, Viggo?”
“I'm going to make you a cup of tea and bring back your medications or Diane will kill me,” he said sliding his fingers gently across Orlando's bare skin, feeling the heat radiating from the relaxed body.
Viggo finally extricated himself from Orli’s grip and climbed out of bed, pausing to pull on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that he found on the floor.
“All right, but hurry back, I’m getting cold and I might already be getting sick again,” said Orlando smiling at him pulling the blanket untidily around his body.
Viggo just shook his head at Orlando's ability to recover as he walked barefoot down the hallway and into the kitchen.
As he moved around making tea, he heard a knock on the front door. He walked out into the living room and opened the front door to find Karl standing on the doorstep.
“Hey Viggo I was just passing by and thought I’d drop off the book you lent me”
“Uh hi Karl, how you going” said Viggo fidgeting with the empty cup in his hand.
“I thought you might want to go out and grab something to eat since you finally have a night off. I tried calling but your phone has been engaged all day.”
Karl walked into the living room seemingly unaware of Viggo’s nervousness.
“Viggo is that Bills? If it is tell him to bugger off, we’re busy”
Karl turned toward Orlando as he walked down the hallway and into the living room. He was wearing Viggo's sweatpants which hung ridiculously low on his hips and he was sporting the glazed look of someone who had just been fucked into the mattress.
Karl's gaze flicked between Orlando and Viggo, his hazel eyes darkening with anger.
“Well I guess I wasn't good enough for you Orlando. Waiting for the star of the movie to fuck you were you?” he said his voice full of pain.
The room was silent as Karl carefully put the book down on the coffee table, turned and walked to the front door, pulling it closed behind him with a quiet click of the latch. Viggo stood watching out the front window as Karl paused by his car, placing his hands flat on the roof, the set of his shoulders indicating he was trying very hard to control himself. Finally, he slowly climbed into his car and drove away not looking back at the house.
TBC