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Fic: Snow Day
Series: Fancies
Title: Snow Day 4/4
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: Vigorli
Rating: NC17
Summary: A morning in bed while it snows.
Warnings: Snowballing.
Genre: RPS
Feedback: is why I will crosspost the hell out of this.
Archive: My LJ www.livejournal.com/~nimlothriel/, Aniron, OEAM, Mirrormere, others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, hands down best beta ever.
Disclaimer: As far as I know neither of these men have done any such thing nor am I saying they would. Although I for one would love to watch.
AN: There are four pieces in this series, which is only by virtue of them being written in a similar style and containing the same pairing. All parts can be read in any order or individually as you wish. They are: Topping, The Breakfast Club, Master Stroke and Snow Day.
“What the fuck?!” Orlando’s eyes crack open but he can’t see anything because it is still dark.
“Get the phone, hun.” Viggo prods him in the side.
“You get the fuckin’ phone.” Orli tries to put off the inevitable by burying his head under the pillow.
“It’s on your side of the bed.”
“Oh, fuck.” Orli picks up the phone. “Yeah, this had better be fuckin’ good,” he mumbles before listening to the caller. After a few minutes, he hangs up and curls a cold arm around his lover.
“So what was that about?” Viggo is dissatisfied with the grunt of a reply, so he persists. “Well, come on, there was someone on the phone. What did they want?”
“Snow day,” he grumbles…, as if that explains it all.
“What?”
“It’s snowing too much to get the choppers up the mountain and they’ve got no wet day shots for us, so we get the day off. Snow day.” Orli speaks as if he is explaining to a child.
“Okay, okay. No need to get huffy.” Viggo snuggles under the warm duvet, already falling back to sleep, but Orlando has woken too much to ignore his bladder. He jumps out of bed, almost running to the bathroom the tiles cold on his unclad feet. He relieves himself, washes his hands, and returns to the bedroom. Catching sight of Viggo’s tousled hair peeking out of the quilt, Orli decides that a morning in bed is too good a thing to waste on sleep. He climbs back in and presses himself against Vig’s back, angling his crotch so that the growing bulge is against Viggo’s bare ass.
“Fuck off Orli.” Viggo squirms.
“What, don’t want me?” Orlando pouts.
“The wet spot on your boxers is cold.” Viggo just wants to sleep in comfort.
“Oh, so shall I take them off then?” He smiles smugly. Orli knows if he pushes his point just a bit further Viggo will be awake enough to play.
“Whatever.” There’s no way Orlando is letting him get away with that. He loses the shorts quickly and settles his now very hard cock into Vig’s crack.
“Is that better?”
“Uh umm.”
Orlando, the optimist, takes that as a yes and nuzzles into the back of Vig’s neck, inhaling deeply the smell of the man, something that never fails to arouse him. He bites down, sucking on the side of his lover’s neck, letting his lips roam across the broad expanse of shoulders, feeling the subtle movement of muscle underneath. His hands roam slightly furry buttocks and thighs, one snaking around to find a hard cock. He moves back a little and Vig rolls onto his back. Orli can feel the smile as he touches his lips with a kiss.
“You’re keeping me from my beauty sleep.” Vig grumbles into Orli’s mouth.
“Well why don’t we get each other off and then you can get as beautiful as you want.” The game is on.
“Sounds like a plan.” Viggo can’t hold back his feral grin.
Because whenever one is interested the other is not far behind.
In his very best sexy voice, Orlando says, “How about this for a plan? First we both crawl way down under the covers, then I turn around so we’re facing each other’s cocks.” He’s briefly interrupted by Vig’s groan. “Then I take your big throbbing piece of flesh between my lips and I try to suck your soul out through the end of it.” Viggo moans at this thought. “Do you wanna fill my mouth with your hot creamy cum, Vig?”
“Oh. Fuck.” He barely manages to agree.
“Which is exactly what my hard cock is going to be doing to your sweet mouth.” All capacity for speech leaves Viggo, so he just nods. “And you know what else? When I cum, I want you to save it. Don’t swallow, okay?”
Viggo nods again and Orli dives under while his lover pulls the duvet over his head and shimmies lower. Orlando uses his hands to guide himself, so that his face is nestled in Viggo’s crotch. He breathes the tangy scent and his tongue takes its first taste. As he feels Vig’s wet hot mouth enclosing him he runs the tip of his tongue just under the head of the impressive member, and then down the ridge on the underside. Once at the base, he rubs his lips over the scratchy hair, flattens his tongue and paints swipes over the sack. Vig moans and Orli’s cock pulses in anticipation. Orlando laves Vig’s cock four more times from base to tip; it’s now coated with saliva so when he engulfs it, his mouth slides down the full length with no resistance. He will try his best to get Viggo to release first.
Viggo has an amazing mouth and Orli’s resovle is crumbling. He needs to work Vig hard so that they can come as close together as possible. To this end, he lets his tongue dance as far around the cock as he can, while sucking in and out. He has blown Vig enough times to he know the signs of an imminent orgasm and he knows that his own is rapidly approaching too. Hollowing his cheeks and tightening the muscles in his throat so they squeeze the head of Vig’s penis, Orli feels him go still. As he feels the first beat of Viggo’s release, he pulls back and lets his own go. Mirroring each other, they hold the heads of each other’s penises in their mouths, as the thick salty sweet fluid flows over their tongues. Orlando loves the taste of his lover, he loves that he can hold the evidence of their desire and want, and savour it.
His own pulsing subsides and he moves to the top of the bed. Pressing his lips to Viggo’s, he offers him back the proof of their love. Vig takes it and mixes it with his own. Orlando opens his mouth and plunges his tongue into their mingled cum. They kiss passionately for long minutes, creamy droplets escaping from their mouths and dripping down Viggo’s face and neck.
“They should have called it a snow-ball day.” Viggo says as he licks his lips clean.
End
November ‘04
Title: Snow Day 4/4
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: Vigorli
Rating: NC17
Summary: A morning in bed while it snows.
Warnings: Snowballing.
Genre: RPS
Feedback: is why I will crosspost the hell out of this.
Archive: My LJ www.livejournal.com/~nimlothriel/, Aniron, OEAM, Mirrormere, others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, hands down best beta ever.
Disclaimer: As far as I know neither of these men have done any such thing nor am I saying they would. Although I for one would love to watch.
AN: There are four pieces in this series, which is only by virtue of them being written in a similar style and containing the same pairing. All parts can be read in any order or individually as you wish. They are: Topping, The Breakfast Club, Master Stroke and Snow Day.
“What the fuck?!” Orlando’s eyes crack open but he can’t see anything because it is still dark.
“Get the phone, hun.” Viggo prods him in the side.
“You get the fuckin’ phone.” Orli tries to put off the inevitable by burying his head under the pillow.
“It’s on your side of the bed.”
“Oh, fuck.” Orli picks up the phone. “Yeah, this had better be fuckin’ good,” he mumbles before listening to the caller. After a few minutes, he hangs up and curls a cold arm around his lover.
“So what was that about?” Viggo is dissatisfied with the grunt of a reply, so he persists. “Well, come on, there was someone on the phone. What did they want?”
“Snow day,” he grumbles…, as if that explains it all.
“What?”
“It’s snowing too much to get the choppers up the mountain and they’ve got no wet day shots for us, so we get the day off. Snow day.” Orli speaks as if he is explaining to a child.
“Okay, okay. No need to get huffy.” Viggo snuggles under the warm duvet, already falling back to sleep, but Orlando has woken too much to ignore his bladder. He jumps out of bed, almost running to the bathroom the tiles cold on his unclad feet. He relieves himself, washes his hands, and returns to the bedroom. Catching sight of Viggo’s tousled hair peeking out of the quilt, Orli decides that a morning in bed is too good a thing to waste on sleep. He climbs back in and presses himself against Vig’s back, angling his crotch so that the growing bulge is against Viggo’s bare ass.
“Fuck off Orli.” Viggo squirms.
“What, don’t want me?” Orlando pouts.
“The wet spot on your boxers is cold.” Viggo just wants to sleep in comfort.
“Oh, so shall I take them off then?” He smiles smugly. Orli knows if he pushes his point just a bit further Viggo will be awake enough to play.
“Whatever.” There’s no way Orlando is letting him get away with that. He loses the shorts quickly and settles his now very hard cock into Vig’s crack.
“Is that better?”
“Uh umm.”
Orlando, the optimist, takes that as a yes and nuzzles into the back of Vig’s neck, inhaling deeply the smell of the man, something that never fails to arouse him. He bites down, sucking on the side of his lover’s neck, letting his lips roam across the broad expanse of shoulders, feeling the subtle movement of muscle underneath. His hands roam slightly furry buttocks and thighs, one snaking around to find a hard cock. He moves back a little and Vig rolls onto his back. Orli can feel the smile as he touches his lips with a kiss.
“You’re keeping me from my beauty sleep.” Vig grumbles into Orli’s mouth.
“Well why don’t we get each other off and then you can get as beautiful as you want.” The game is on.
“Sounds like a plan.” Viggo can’t hold back his feral grin.
Because whenever one is interested the other is not far behind.
In his very best sexy voice, Orlando says, “How about this for a plan? First we both crawl way down under the covers, then I turn around so we’re facing each other’s cocks.” He’s briefly interrupted by Vig’s groan. “Then I take your big throbbing piece of flesh between my lips and I try to suck your soul out through the end of it.” Viggo moans at this thought. “Do you wanna fill my mouth with your hot creamy cum, Vig?”
“Oh. Fuck.” He barely manages to agree.
“Which is exactly what my hard cock is going to be doing to your sweet mouth.” All capacity for speech leaves Viggo, so he just nods. “And you know what else? When I cum, I want you to save it. Don’t swallow, okay?”
Viggo nods again and Orli dives under while his lover pulls the duvet over his head and shimmies lower. Orlando uses his hands to guide himself, so that his face is nestled in Viggo’s crotch. He breathes the tangy scent and his tongue takes its first taste. As he feels Vig’s wet hot mouth enclosing him he runs the tip of his tongue just under the head of the impressive member, and then down the ridge on the underside. Once at the base, he rubs his lips over the scratchy hair, flattens his tongue and paints swipes over the sack. Vig moans and Orli’s cock pulses in anticipation. Orlando laves Vig’s cock four more times from base to tip; it’s now coated with saliva so when he engulfs it, his mouth slides down the full length with no resistance. He will try his best to get Viggo to release first.
Viggo has an amazing mouth and Orli’s resovle is crumbling. He needs to work Vig hard so that they can come as close together as possible. To this end, he lets his tongue dance as far around the cock as he can, while sucking in and out. He has blown Vig enough times to he know the signs of an imminent orgasm and he knows that his own is rapidly approaching too. Hollowing his cheeks and tightening the muscles in his throat so they squeeze the head of Vig’s penis, Orli feels him go still. As he feels the first beat of Viggo’s release, he pulls back and lets his own go. Mirroring each other, they hold the heads of each other’s penises in their mouths, as the thick salty sweet fluid flows over their tongues. Orlando loves the taste of his lover, he loves that he can hold the evidence of their desire and want, and savour it.
His own pulsing subsides and he moves to the top of the bed. Pressing his lips to Viggo’s, he offers him back the proof of their love. Vig takes it and mixes it with his own. Orlando opens his mouth and plunges his tongue into their mingled cum. They kiss passionately for long minutes, creamy droplets escaping from their mouths and dripping down Viggo’s face and neck.
“They should have called it a snow-ball day.” Viggo says as he licks his lips clean.
End
November ‘04