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Title: Lover’s battle (or: A hot day…phew!) (1/1)
Author: lennongirl
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Viggo likes to tease Orlando.
Beta: eruberueth, as usual: wonderful. And so fast. Thanks a lot.
Disclaimer: Still not real…*sigh* No, honestly: Nothing happened. Don’t own them. Probably never will. Get no money for this – don’t want it anyway. It’s my own, twisted fantasy, nothing more (or less).
A/N: It’s a changing POV, indicated by ********



I love Orlando.

You want to know why?

Well, there are a lot of different things. And they’re not all about his great looks. I love his youth; the way he often infects me with his never-ending hunger of new things. He’s always keen to try and do things he’s never done before. I don’t know how it tastes if I have never eaten it before.” is his motto. It has become mine as well. His restless energy has taken over me; and I thank him for showing me I’m not the lazy old man I began to think I was before I met him. Thus, I love doing things with him, all different kinds of. And I’m grateful that he enjoys the things that give me pleasure as well. I mean, that’s what a giving relationship is all about, right? And that’s why he agreed without hesitating to do me this small favour I asked of him today.

This idea struck me a couple of days ago, before Orlando had some days off and flew over from Mexico to see me. You must know that I never had trouble filling my free time before we met and fell in love. I painted, I wrote poetry and I spent lots of time with my son. I still do all these things, of course, but since I’m in this wonderful relationship, I really feel empty without him sometimes. I usually spend these lonely nights in front of the television, something I didn’t do this often before.

Ok, so this one night I was lying on the sofa, switching through the channels. TV is dull most of the times, so I’d be pretty lost without my remote. This night, however, I was hoping for something to keep my interest until I would fall asleep. I was tired and my eyes were weary from all those fast changing images on the screen.

I finally found a movie channel I held onto. They showed ‘Titanic’. I wanted to switch, but the scene was too interesting. I don’t know if you remember it, the one in which Leonardo DiCaprio sketches Kate Winslet while she’s lying naked in front of him?

I watched and decided to do the very same thing with my restless Orlando. Not that I’m really that good at sketching. But I’m very good at another thing, which I love very much.

I simply love to tease Orlando.

*********

I love Viggo.

I really do. He’s the most incredible person I’ve ever met; so, how else could I’ve reacted than falling for him immediately? I can’t tell you what I love most about him; it’s just the perfect combination of his looks, his character and him simply being so wonderful towards me and others that does it for me.

One thing I really appreciate is Viggo’s artistic drive. You should see him while he’s creating his art. It’s simply terrific. I love to watch him paint; his face than shows a mixture of concentration and admiration I simply can’t get enough of.

He asks me to help him sometimes; he says I inspire him. And I’m more than happy to be of any assistance. I’m proud to be a part of this process; my beloved Viggo creating something beautiful. For beautiful it always is.

That’s why I didn’t hesitate today when he said he’d like to sketch me. He’s done it before, asking me to pose for him, I mean. But he normally takes pictures then. He never wanted to paint me before, so I was extremely excited.

But the excitement has gone by now. I feel rather awkward, to be precise.

See, I have been with him for two days now. Tomorrow, I have to fly back to Mexico; this is our last afternoon together for I don’t know how long. Too long in any case.

So, what exactly am I doing here, lying on the sofa, and trying not to make the tiniest move?

“I’d like to try something,” he’d said, “I want to sketch you naked.”

It sounded like a good plan at first. I quickly undressed and let Viggo position me on the sofa as he liked. He shoved me on my side, and let one of my arms dangling towards the floor. He spread the other one above my head, took a look at his creation, nodded, and sat down on a chair in front of me. Everything seemed to be fine then, I still felt excited.

But after lying here for about 15 minutes now, I already feel the urge to get up and jump into the pool. It’s fucking hot today, about 100 degrees, I guess, and though the leather is quite cool on my skin, I’m sweating very much. For some reason, Viggo turned the air-con off. And the sun is hitting my lower body. Viggo doesn’t seem to mind the heat, well; he’s sitting in the shadowy part of the room! To make things worse, I feel a cramp creeping up in my left arm, which is till dangling mid-air between sofa and floor.

“Viggo…” I start and he looks up from his notepad. I hate to interrupt him, but I need some information on what’s going on and, more importantly, how much longer it’s going to take. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yes, dear?”

“Ehm, do you know how much longer this will take? Because, I think my arms will go to sleep soon.”

He chuckles.

“Oh, Orlando, can you hold on a bit longer? Please.”

Well, how could I not? I don’t know what you would do if Viggo begged you to stay the way you are so he can adore and draw your naked body. If it wasn’t this hot…

“Ok, Vig, but could you at least turn the air-con back on? I’m sweating like a pig here.”

As on cue, I feel a drop of sweat tickling on my forehead, finding its way down towards my cheeks. And I can’t wipe it away. I tried that before, but Viggo wouldn’t let me make *any* move at all.

“No, Orlando. I want to see you sweating. For the picture, you know? This way, whenever I look at it, I can see you the way you look like after we’ve been making love. Exhausted, sweaty and simply adorable.”

Holy shit. Let’s just hope this won’t get any worse.

***********

I try hard to hide my smile. I know very well what Orlando is thinking right now. I guess he’s already a bit annoyed. I do feel pity for him, of course. I draped him in a rather awkward position, but I had to make sure his hands are away from his body. I don’t want him to have a chance to touch himself. And I mean what I said: He really looks adorable. Sweaty and a bit irritated, he’s too sweet. I’d love to just get out of my clothes and get over to this sofa to fuck him senseless, but I’m not done with him yet. I want to make sure he won’t forget this special session for a long time. Fact is, I want to make him sweat even more.

“You know,” I begin without looking up from my notepad, “You look extremely sexy right now.”

I hear an irritated grumble coming from the sofa.

“In fact,” I continue, “you look very inviting. Lying there all naked with your arms spread wide. As if you’re waiting for something.”

I still keep my eyes close to the pad, pretending to be solely concentrating on my sketching.

“Aha,” he says. “And what would I be waiting for?”

He’s asked for it now, hasn’t he? Oh, Orlando, poor baby, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.

“Well, it may seem as if you’re waiting for somebody to swallow your cock, for example.”

*********

Did I just hear that?

I’m quite shocked. Not that it’s a strange thing to hear Viggo talking dirty to me; he does it very often when we’re shagging, and I simply love it. Besides, we have the best phone sex imaginable. He knows his sexy voice alone is enough to make me lose control.

It’s the circumstances we’re in right now that bother me. Whenever Viggo was in his art-mode before, there’s never been any sexual about it. What’s going on here? I thought he wanted to sketch me, no big deal. But what is he really up to? Ok, maybe it was just a small tease, nothing more, I try to calm myself. He didn’t even bother to look at me, after all. Still, I can’t let go.

“What did you just say?”

He’s still focussing on his note-pad while answering.

“You heard me pretty well, I believe. I said it seems as if you’re waiting for somebody to swallow your cock. And let go off it, just to suck it in even deeper than before.”

Fuck. Bastard.

He wants to tease me, I know now.

“Ah, okay, I got it,” I try to answer as nonchalantly as possible, while trying hard to think of the most unsexy moment I’ve ever been in. I just won’t give him the satisfaction to see what he’s obviously waiting for. Me, lying here, terribly aroused and not able to do anything against it. No, no, this won’t happen, Viggo. I won’t be at your mercy. I can play this game as well.

************

Let the games begin.

I look up. He’s staring towards the ceiling, probably thinking of something that might distract him from what I just said.

He’s trying to fight me. Well, he hasn’t got the slightest chance.

I turn my attention back to my sketch.

“You know what I would do if I was this person you’re waiting for?”

I eagerly await his answer.

“I think I know.”

It sounds as if we’re talking about the price of coffee or something similar. So fucking neutral. Somehow, it arouses me more than I’d considered. Shit.

“I would swallow it in whole. You know I can manage that. I’d swallow the whole length, until your tip touches my tonsils and I have to fight hard to keep my gagging reflex under control. And I would love it. Your hard flesh filling my mouth completely.”

I allow myself to peek at him very shortly, he has his eyes closed now, his head still headed towards the ceiling.

“Orlando, please, turn your head back towards me. I told you not to move.”

**********

Wanker.

I turn my head and open my eyes. I’m more relieved than I’d ever admit when I find him not looking at me but at his drawing.

Vivid shots of Viggo blowing me run trough my head and you can’t imagine the pain I’m in. Under the most impressible performance of self-discipline I’ve ever shown, I manage to avoid a hard-on. Don’t ask me how I do that, maybe it’s the heat and this uncomfortable position I’m in. But, fuck, I don’t know if I can resist any longer if he continues.

I don’t say anything. Maybe he’ll let go. But I know he won’t.

There’s a short silence, and he seems to be concentrating on his sketching again. I allow myself to take deep breath. Phew. I’m sweating even more now; I actually fear I might slip off the sofa any second. Now, that would be a nice turn, wouldn’t it?

“It’s hot in here, don’t you think?”

What kind of stupid question is that?

“Yes.”

I try to make my answers as short as possible, I don’t want to give too much away. I know Viggo can read my emotions in my voice, just as I can see them in his eyes. Too bad I can’t see his eyes right now. Guess I better close mine as well.

“Maybe you’d prefer something to cool you off, then,” he adds. “I could take some crushed ice in my mouth while I’m blowing you. This way, you’d feel the heat of my mouth surrounding you and the coolness of the ice at the same time. Just think about that.”

I do and I’m fucked. I feel my cock twitching now, but I dare not to look. Seeing is believing, right? I hate Viggo. No, not really, but you know what I mean. He’s a fucking tease.

**********

I know, without looking, that he’s lost. I can hear it in the way his breathing has changed; I guess he doesn’t know about that.

“But I’d only swallow and let go off you a couple of times. I’d do something else then. You wanna know what?”

He’s a mess by now, I can tell. I look up once again, and I see just what expected. His cock is getting hard. Hehe. Poor baby.

I don’t wait for any answer before I go on.

“I’d lick you, very slowly. I’d start at the tip, licking softly over your slit and planting some kisses around the head. Than I’d trace your length with my tongue, all the way down to your balls. Guess I’d play with them for some time. With my tongue and my fingers maybe. By then, I knew what you’re waiting for.”

**********

No, no, no, please, don’t tell me about you tongue-fucking me now. You know I can’t bear that. I failed trying to ignore Viggo’s words. I just can’t help it. I have a full hard-on by now, and he surely noticed. But I’ve still got my eyes closed; I still try to keep a last bit of pride. I don’t want to show him my lust and hunger I’m sure he would see if I opened them. Guess he knows it anyway.

I’m afraid of what he’s going to say next. At the same time, I can’t wait for him to continue. And when he finally does, it’s exactly what I had feared and hoped for.

“I’d circle your hole a few times. And lick over it, begging for entrance. Although I know there’s no need to. It’s what you love most, me plunging my tongue deep into your ass, right?”

I nod. Fuck!

*********

His eyes are still closed. Ok, I can live with that. Makes it easier for me as well, because this whole thing is arousing much more than I’d thought. To see him, his hard-on, and trying not to give in…The truth is, I really want to do everything I’m telling him. Right now. My cock’s hard, too, and when he moved his head like he was nodding some seconds ago, I had a hard time to fight the urge do go down on him immediately.

At the same time, I’m enjoying this whole situation too much to stop. I love the phone sex we have while we’re apart, and I always wished I could see him while we’re doing it.

I have to catch a deep breath before I start talking again. I know my voice is husky now; I can’t keep my own arousal out of it anymore.

“I’d do you that favour. I’d stab you with my tongue. I’d stick it deep into you, pull it out and do the same again and again and again. I’d be tongue-fucking you in earnest, stroking your dick at the same time.”

I have to stop. Fuck, this image alone is nearly enough to make me come.

*********

I hear he’s having a hard time as well. Oh, nice pun.

He’s using his I’m-terribly-aroused-and-can’t-help-it-voice. What a relief. But this game isn’t over yet. It won’t be until one of us finally gives in and turns all this into a fucking reality.

Oh, another pun. Don’t blame me; I’m a bit distracted by now.

I hear something else: the familiar sound of his zipper. And more words coming from this nasty mouth.

“When you’re moaning and groaning loud enough, I’d replace my tongue with two fingers. No lube, I’d just thrust them into you to make you cry out for more.”

I can’t help it anymore. If he’s jerking off, why shouldn’t I?

I reach for my cock.

“No. Don’t move.”

Shit.

*********

I don’t know what to do. I’m completely lost. Hell, I’ve even opened my trousers to touch myself, and, of course he noticed and tried the same. Fuckfuckfuck. This is not going the way I wanted it to.

I can’t stop now. But I know the game will be over if I say one more thing. And I might lose it after all. The question is: Do I really care anymore?

I guess not, because when I say: “That’s when I’d start fucking you” and he *really* starts moaning, I can’t do this anymore. My sketch is finished anyway.

*********

I had to moan.

Guess I’ve lost.

But, hey, wait….

I *really* do feel Viggo’s mouth around my cock right now. Or are my fantasies this perfect?
I open my eyes, and, oh, yes, he *is* blowing me. He has abandoned his note-pad and is kneeling on the floor, sucking me deep inside, just as he promised…aaaaahhhhh. This won’t take long.

********

No matter what this whole thing was about in the first place, sucking Orlando off is simply what I love most.

I had to. And I’m jerking myself off while I’m doing it. Yes, I know, I’ve lost, but believe me; I still get a great reward.

********

Like I told you: It doesn’t take long. Viggo swallows me only a couple of times before I come with a deep groan inside his mouth. He’s sucking my cum eagerly, savouring every single drop. The he lets go off my cock, bucks and comes as well.

He lets his head fall down into my crotch and I start stroking his hair.

We stay like this for a while before he look up and smiles at me.

I return the smile.

“You outdid me, elf boy.”

I chuckle.

“But it was a tight race until the end.”

He nods and leans over to kiss me.

“I love you. I just couldn’t resist.”

“I know Viggo. But can I collect my prize now?”

He looks puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, your sketch of course. I wanna see it.”

He smirks and reaches for the note-pad.

I can’t help but laughing out loud when I see it.

It’s a very detailed, true to life drawing of…my cock.



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