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Under The Table 1/1
Title: Under The Table
Author: FuctedUpKid
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Viggo receives a surprise under the table...
Beta: Mereneith
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. Just some made up stories.
Archive: Just ask me!
Viggo and Orlando were the first to arrive at the secluded restaurant. They were meeting with Sean Bean and Karl Urban for a quick drink before heading home, it was late and they were already tired. As they sat and waited, Orli let his fingers trail up and down Viggo's strong thigh.
"Orli," he warned, breathing becoming shallow, "not here, people will see."
Orlando just grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Maybe not," he replied.
He looked around to check for anybody else in their private room before ducking under the table, sufficiently hidden by the tablecloth.
"Orli? What the hell are you doing?" Viggo asked in a harsh whisper, as he lifted the cloth to look at his lover.
"Just tell him I was feeling sick," he told him. "Trust me, you'll enjoy this."
Viggo quickly let the tablecloth fall as he spotted his two friends enter the room. He stood and greeted them, trying to remain calm as he had no idea what his young lover was up to.
"Where's Orli tonight?" Bean asked as they sat in their seats. Their table was big enough for Orlando to stay out of their way.
"He's feeling a little under the weather tonight, it'll pass by tomorrow. He sends his regards, though," Viggo answered quickly. Berating himself for not being able to act better.
"Poor boy, hope he feels better," Karl told him. Viggo just nodded in his head in acknowledgment.
Karl and Bean got caught up in a argument, leaving Viggo to his own thoughts. He could still not understand why Orlando was under the table yet. Wouldn't he rather sit in a chair and spend a few minutes with his friends, not on the floor.
Suddenly, however, Viggo felt long fingers begin to trace his soft cock through the denim of his jeans. His eyes bulged as the fingers proceeded to unbutton his pants, his cock hardening all the while.
"You all right there, mate?" Sean asked, concerned.
Viggo quickly composed himself enough to answer, "I'm just fine."
"As long as you're sure," he replied before being pulled back into his earlier argument over the finer beer.
Viggo was extremely grateful that his voice wasn't needed at the moment. He felt his half hard cock spring from the confines of his jeans into the cool air. He held back a hiss at the sensations. He was still in a state of shock that Orli was actually doing this, in a public place, and no less than five feet away from two of their friends. His warm hands than wrapped around Viggo's shaft, coaxing it to full hardness. Viggo held back a moan as the experienced hands worked his sex; stroking slowly and squeezing in all the right places. When he felt that talented tongue lick the head of his cock he had to bite his fist from making any sounds. However, he couldn't stop his breathing from becoming shallow. He was so hard it hurt, the fact that his friends could look under the table at any moment was completely arousing. They were so close, yet they had no clue that Viggo was receiving a blow job from Orlando under the table.
He felt that tongue then stroke against the vein on the underside of his cock, from base to head. Viggo went into a coughing fit when he felt his entire cock being engulfed into that warm mouth.
"You all right, Vig?" Karl asked, stopping their argument to look over at their coughing friend.
Sean hit him on the back a few times, unknowingly causing Viggo's hips to move as well. And Viggo gasped in pleasure when he felt teeth lightly brush his full length. Orlando proceeded to take Viggo all way the to the root, his nose brushing against the dark pubic hair. He worked the muscles in the back of his throat against the pulsing cock. Viggo could not stop the groan that escaped him that time.
His friends were looking at him with worried eyes.
"What's wrong?" Bean asked, determination in his eyes.
Quickly, Viggo thought of a lie, "My stomach is just bothering me, nothing to worry about."
"That all? Don't worry, you'll feel better by tomorrow," Bean predicted with ease.
Viggo relaxed, hoping they would return to fighting each other again. However, that's not how things went. Sean proceeded to lean over a little to lay a hand to Viggo's stomach, rubbing it in a soothing fashion.
"This always helps me," he explained when he saw Viggo's nervous look.
Oh God, Oh God he thought, panicking. Sean's hand was so close to Orli's head, all he had to do was move just a little. Viggo thought that he would certainly soften at how close Sean was, but just the opposite happened. If possible, he felt himself become even harder, even more aroused. The idea that Sean could discover Orlando's head in his lap any second was turning him on even more.
With one more pat of his hand, Sean backed away. "Thanks," he told him, completely relieved that Sean had moved back to arguing with Karl.
Discreetly, Viggo placed one hand under the table to cradle Orli's head. He felt his boy bobbing his head up and down, becoming quicker with each passing moment. He was going to come any minute with Orlando's hot mouth sucking his cock and his hand fondling his balls. His sacks were being stroked firmly by those long fingers.
Viggo couldn't take it anymore, the pressures were too much. His orgasm exploded through his body, shaking him to his very core. He bit his fist hard and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came hard. Orlando swallowed all that Viggo had to offer with satisfaction. Viggo was left gasping for breath behind his hand, and his legs shook in the aftermath.
Orlando slowly let the softened cock slip past his lips. He tucked him back into the boxers and pants. Carefully, he buttoned and zippered up the pants. He patted the area between the long legs before laying his head along Viggo's lap to wait. Viggo left his fingers in Orlando's hair though, and continued to stroke him as Karl and Sean fought on. His powerful orgasm had gone unnoticed by his friends, and for that he was grateful.
"I think it's time to call it a night, it's late and I don't feel very well," Viggo explained, sounding very tired and relaxed.
Both Karl and Sean agreed and stood.
"I'll take care of everything, you two just go on. I'm going to bring Orli some food."
They exchanged their good bye's and planned to meet again soon during the weekend. As soon as they were gone Viggo pulled Orlando up from the floor and kissed him hungrily. Orli moaned into the kiss, sitting upon Viggo's lap. He smiled as the parted.
"I'm guessing you enjoyed it, then?"
"Fuck, yea," Viggo breathed.
"Now lets go home, I believe I must repay you for that experience," He stated. He took care of the bill and then carried Orlando with his arm around his shoulders and under his knees. He walked out with his prize through the side exit, he had an Elf to care for.
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End
Let me know what you think! =)
Author: FuctedUpKid
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Viggo receives a surprise under the table...
Beta: Mereneith
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. Just some made up stories.
Archive: Just ask me!
Viggo and Orlando were the first to arrive at the secluded restaurant. They were meeting with Sean Bean and Karl Urban for a quick drink before heading home, it was late and they were already tired. As they sat and waited, Orli let his fingers trail up and down Viggo's strong thigh.
"Orli," he warned, breathing becoming shallow, "not here, people will see."
Orlando just grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Maybe not," he replied.
He looked around to check for anybody else in their private room before ducking under the table, sufficiently hidden by the tablecloth.
"Orli? What the hell are you doing?" Viggo asked in a harsh whisper, as he lifted the cloth to look at his lover.
"Just tell him I was feeling sick," he told him. "Trust me, you'll enjoy this."
Viggo quickly let the tablecloth fall as he spotted his two friends enter the room. He stood and greeted them, trying to remain calm as he had no idea what his young lover was up to.
"Where's Orli tonight?" Bean asked as they sat in their seats. Their table was big enough for Orlando to stay out of their way.
"He's feeling a little under the weather tonight, it'll pass by tomorrow. He sends his regards, though," Viggo answered quickly. Berating himself for not being able to act better.
"Poor boy, hope he feels better," Karl told him. Viggo just nodded in his head in acknowledgment.
Karl and Bean got caught up in a argument, leaving Viggo to his own thoughts. He could still not understand why Orlando was under the table yet. Wouldn't he rather sit in a chair and spend a few minutes with his friends, not on the floor.
Suddenly, however, Viggo felt long fingers begin to trace his soft cock through the denim of his jeans. His eyes bulged as the fingers proceeded to unbutton his pants, his cock hardening all the while.
"You all right there, mate?" Sean asked, concerned.
Viggo quickly composed himself enough to answer, "I'm just fine."
"As long as you're sure," he replied before being pulled back into his earlier argument over the finer beer.
Viggo was extremely grateful that his voice wasn't needed at the moment. He felt his half hard cock spring from the confines of his jeans into the cool air. He held back a hiss at the sensations. He was still in a state of shock that Orli was actually doing this, in a public place, and no less than five feet away from two of their friends. His warm hands than wrapped around Viggo's shaft, coaxing it to full hardness. Viggo held back a moan as the experienced hands worked his sex; stroking slowly and squeezing in all the right places. When he felt that talented tongue lick the head of his cock he had to bite his fist from making any sounds. However, he couldn't stop his breathing from becoming shallow. He was so hard it hurt, the fact that his friends could look under the table at any moment was completely arousing. They were so close, yet they had no clue that Viggo was receiving a blow job from Orlando under the table.
He felt that tongue then stroke against the vein on the underside of his cock, from base to head. Viggo went into a coughing fit when he felt his entire cock being engulfed into that warm mouth.
"You all right, Vig?" Karl asked, stopping their argument to look over at their coughing friend.
Sean hit him on the back a few times, unknowingly causing Viggo's hips to move as well. And Viggo gasped in pleasure when he felt teeth lightly brush his full length. Orlando proceeded to take Viggo all way the to the root, his nose brushing against the dark pubic hair. He worked the muscles in the back of his throat against the pulsing cock. Viggo could not stop the groan that escaped him that time.
His friends were looking at him with worried eyes.
"What's wrong?" Bean asked, determination in his eyes.
Quickly, Viggo thought of a lie, "My stomach is just bothering me, nothing to worry about."
"That all? Don't worry, you'll feel better by tomorrow," Bean predicted with ease.
Viggo relaxed, hoping they would return to fighting each other again. However, that's not how things went. Sean proceeded to lean over a little to lay a hand to Viggo's stomach, rubbing it in a soothing fashion.
"This always helps me," he explained when he saw Viggo's nervous look.
Oh God, Oh God he thought, panicking. Sean's hand was so close to Orli's head, all he had to do was move just a little. Viggo thought that he would certainly soften at how close Sean was, but just the opposite happened. If possible, he felt himself become even harder, even more aroused. The idea that Sean could discover Orlando's head in his lap any second was turning him on even more.
With one more pat of his hand, Sean backed away. "Thanks," he told him, completely relieved that Sean had moved back to arguing with Karl.
Discreetly, Viggo placed one hand under the table to cradle Orli's head. He felt his boy bobbing his head up and down, becoming quicker with each passing moment. He was going to come any minute with Orlando's hot mouth sucking his cock and his hand fondling his balls. His sacks were being stroked firmly by those long fingers.
Viggo couldn't take it anymore, the pressures were too much. His orgasm exploded through his body, shaking him to his very core. He bit his fist hard and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came hard. Orlando swallowed all that Viggo had to offer with satisfaction. Viggo was left gasping for breath behind his hand, and his legs shook in the aftermath.
Orlando slowly let the softened cock slip past his lips. He tucked him back into the boxers and pants. Carefully, he buttoned and zippered up the pants. He patted the area between the long legs before laying his head along Viggo's lap to wait. Viggo left his fingers in Orlando's hair though, and continued to stroke him as Karl and Sean fought on. His powerful orgasm had gone unnoticed by his friends, and for that he was grateful.
"I think it's time to call it a night, it's late and I don't feel very well," Viggo explained, sounding very tired and relaxed.
Both Karl and Sean agreed and stood.
"I'll take care of everything, you two just go on. I'm going to bring Orli some food."
They exchanged their good bye's and planned to meet again soon during the weekend. As soon as they were gone Viggo pulled Orlando up from the floor and kissed him hungrily. Orli moaned into the kiss, sitting upon Viggo's lap. He smiled as the parted.
"I'm guessing you enjoyed it, then?"
"Fuck, yea," Viggo breathed.
"Now lets go home, I believe I must repay you for that experience," He stated. He took care of the bill and then carried Orlando with his arm around his shoulders and under his knees. He walked out with his prize through the side exit, he had an Elf to care for.
----
End
Let me know what you think! =)