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Geek!Orlando, Part 18 (V/O, adult)
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stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; rimming
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 17
a/n 2: true-and-you-know-it icon made bytularia!
super geek!banner made by the lovelygalor5!
Orlando woke up.
He’d fallen asleep?
On the floor?
Geez, he’d been spending a lot of time on Viggo’s floor lately. In varying stages of consciousness. Huh.
He was still wrapped around Viggo. Or Viggo was wrapped around him. Something. He wasn’t sure where his arms stopped and Viggo’s started, and he thought his knee might possibly be up against something very valuable of Viggo’s, but he couldn’t tell for certain.
His belt buckle was poking his stomach uncomfortably. Actually, his clothes in general were being kind of annoying. Skin would feel much nicer.
He didn’t feel tipsy any more. But he could really use about a gallon of Tang.
He lifted his head carefully so as not to wake Viggo.
Wow. There was that beautiful blue welcome.
He knew it had only been a week or so that he’d been allowed to really look at Viggo, to start to really learn him. But he wondered if he’d ever become used to that startling gaze, even if he had a thousand weeks.
He kind of thought it would still feel new, even after all that time.
“Um… hi,” Orlando said. “Sorry I fell asleep.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Viggo said. “I drifted off a little too. S’only been an hour. Gave me a chance to just lie here and watch you.”
Orlando blinked. “Watch me what?”
“Just watch you.” Viggo smiled. “Watch you sleep, I guess.”
Orlando’s cheeks heated and he dropped his head back to Viggo’s shoulder.
Wow.
Maybe he could have a little fan installed in his brain, like the one in his computer tower, to keep the important things from getting too hot. He guessed Data probably had at least one fan. That would have made a good episode: Data on a mission on some hot planet, and Geordi has to install another fan into his positronic neural net in an emergency procedure so they can stop the Ferengis from doing some creepy Ferengi thing.
“Tomorrow’s Friday. What would you like to do this weekend?” Viggo said, his hand sliding softly down and back up Orlando’s arm.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Orlando murmured contentedly into the side of Viggo’s neck. It was so… wow – in a good way – that Viggo kind of just assumed that they would spend the weekend together. He shivered a little.
Viggo smelled especially toasty here, and his skin was super warm and soft. Orlando’s face fit perfectly in here. If he didn’t need to breathe now and then, he’d just stay here, just like this, in Viggo’s neck. For at least a day or two.
He thought back to the mud carp. There were definite advantages to the whole not needing to breathe thing. But wait - - could mud carps smell?
If not, forget it. Orlando was so not willing to give up Viggo’s toast smell.
Orlando let his hand drift over Viggo’s shirt. His fingers found a tiny bump under the fabric. At first he thought it was something in Viggo’s pocket protector, but then he remembered that Viggo didn’t wear a pocket protector.
So what was…?
Oh. It was Viggo’s nipple. And it was getting… bumpier.
Viggo had the cutest little bumpy nipples. Orlando had never thought much about nipples before, really. He had them, of course. Two of them. But they didn’t do much of anything. They just sort of sat there. So he hadn’t thought much about them.
Since Viggo, though, nipples were a lot more interesting. Especially since the other night when he’d licked at Viggo’s little bumps, and Viggo had made this little whining sound, a lot like the whine Orlando’s hard drive made sometimes when it was getting too hot. The fan in his Vaio sucked.
Huh. He was back to fans again.
“How about a movie?” Viggo asked, still slowly stroking Orlando’s arm.
Orlando came up for air. “Do you like Lord of the Rings?”
“I read the books ages ago,” Viggo said, “but I’ve never seen the films.”
Orlando’s mouth fell open.
“You’ve… never…” he croaked.
“Nope,” Viggo smiled. “Let’s watch them this weekend and you can show me what I’ve been missing.”
Orlando’s heart got all skippy. “Really?” he asked. “They’re kind of long….”
“Sounds perfect,” Viggo rumbled. “We could stay in…all weekend. Have a marathon….”
Viggo slid his hands down Orlando’s back and curved them lightly around his ass. He spread his fingers and sort of press-squeezed.
Viggo’s possessive grasp sent a flood of adrenaline pulsing through Orlando and he gasped, his hips flexing forward instinctively. Of course, there wasn’t much forward, so his dick got to say a big friendly hello to Viggo’s hip, and oh, didn’t that feel really, really nice.
“Viggo,” Orlando blurted. “Could we….”
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Oh god.
He didn’t even realize he was clutching the sheets tightly, or flexing his toes over and over, or making little meeps. He was only aware of how Viggo’s hands moved warmly over his skin, and how the scent of Viggo’s pillow under his face was so amazing, and how his cock felt so delicious and desperate when he rocked his hips into the mattress a little.
Viggo was kissing between Orlando’s shoulder blades, then sucking on the skin and running his teeth over it, gently. It made Orlando shiver; it was such a concentrated sensation. He could feel himself turning to Jello as Viggo played over him.
Then Orlando couldn’t keep from arching up when Viggo did that sucking/teeth thing, couldn’t control the reaction at all. He was Super Mario. Viggo pressed the “jump” button on the controller, so Mario Orlando jumped. And whimpered. A little.
Viggo pulled on him, urging him up to his knees, and stuffed a pillow beneath Orlando’s hips before pressing him back down. He returned his attentions to Orlando’s back, kissing and sucking and gently biting at another spot, about halfway down this time.
All the while, Viggo’s hands moved and moved. Over Orlando’s curls, the shell of his ear... stroking down his back, his ribs... back up to his shoulder….
It was amazing.
Viggo slipped between Orlando’s thighs, pressed his knees outward, spreading Orlando's legs open. He leaned down and kissed and sucked and bit again, now low on Orlando’s back. Viggo was sucking all Orlando’s breath from him, somehow, though Orlando managed to find enough still in his lungs to moan a little. Viggo stroked down his back again in response.
Orlando was learning to love that Viggo did that – sort of talking to him, without talking – at times like this, when they were naked and close. That little reminder of their connection was just…
… it was the best.
Oh.
Oh?
What was Viggo doing?
More importantly, where was Viggo going??
His hands were – oh – they were, sort of opening Orlando, a little…
And his mouth – oh! – his tongue! – it was - - they were….
Oh god. There??
Oh. Oh GOD.
OH GOD!
Viggo’s tongue slid wetly over, around, between, even inside Orlando’s butt.
Orlando, quiet, shy, mild-mannered nice guy; loyal son, brother and friend; computer store employee, was gone.
He’d been Invasion-of-the-Body-Snatched by Viggo’s. Incredible. Tongue.
Down. There.
In quiet, shy, mild-mannered nice guy Orlando’s place, there was now wailing-to-wake-the-dead wild sex maniac Orlando.
Orlando screeched.
Orlando shrieked.
Orlando caterwauled.
Orlando got a nosebleed.
He grabbed wildly for a handful of Kleenex from the nightstand, jamming it up to his nose, shoveling his hips back to Viggo’s face for more oh god oh god MORE.
Viggo jumped at the sounds coming out of what he thought was still shy, mild-mannered nice guy Orlando. He stopped his ministrations and looked up, shocked to see wailing-to-wake-the-dead wild sex maniac Orlando.
Bleeding into a big wad of Kleenex.
“Orlando! Are you alrig –“
“GET BACK AT IT, SLAVEBOY!!!” Orlando bellowed nasally through the Kleenex wad. He grabbed Viggo by the hair with his free hand and hauled him back down.
Viggo blinked in complete surprise as he was forcibly jammed up against Orlando’s butt.
Then he shrugged and... got back at it.
With relish.
Seconds later, balanced on the Kleenex-holding arm’s elbow, Orlando reached for his completely overwhelmed cock and screamed out the Star Spangled Banner. In Chinese.
Orlando collapsed to the mattress.
Unable to resist worshipping the gleaming, adorable canvas before him, Viggo offered his own unique homage, painting Orlando’s cheeks with warm iridescent stripes.
Viggo collapsed to the mattress.
Many, many long minutes later, Orlando managed two thoughts.
One: he was calling in sick to work tomorrow.
Two: did he really say, SLAVEBOY???
Oh god.
ETA: continued here
stormatduskpairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; rimming
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 17
a/n 2: true-and-you-know-it icon made by
tularia! super geek!banner made by the lovely
galor5!Orlando woke up.
He’d fallen asleep?
On the floor?
Geez, he’d been spending a lot of time on Viggo’s floor lately. In varying stages of consciousness. Huh.
He was still wrapped around Viggo. Or Viggo was wrapped around him. Something. He wasn’t sure where his arms stopped and Viggo’s started, and he thought his knee might possibly be up against something very valuable of Viggo’s, but he couldn’t tell for certain.
His belt buckle was poking his stomach uncomfortably. Actually, his clothes in general were being kind of annoying. Skin would feel much nicer.
He didn’t feel tipsy any more. But he could really use about a gallon of Tang.
He lifted his head carefully so as not to wake Viggo.
Wow. There was that beautiful blue welcome.
He knew it had only been a week or so that he’d been allowed to really look at Viggo, to start to really learn him. But he wondered if he’d ever become used to that startling gaze, even if he had a thousand weeks.
He kind of thought it would still feel new, even after all that time.
“Um… hi,” Orlando said. “Sorry I fell asleep.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Viggo said. “I drifted off a little too. S’only been an hour. Gave me a chance to just lie here and watch you.”
Orlando blinked. “Watch me what?”
“Just watch you.” Viggo smiled. “Watch you sleep, I guess.”
Orlando’s cheeks heated and he dropped his head back to Viggo’s shoulder.
Wow.
Maybe he could have a little fan installed in his brain, like the one in his computer tower, to keep the important things from getting too hot. He guessed Data probably had at least one fan. That would have made a good episode: Data on a mission on some hot planet, and Geordi has to install another fan into his positronic neural net in an emergency procedure so they can stop the Ferengis from doing some creepy Ferengi thing.
“Tomorrow’s Friday. What would you like to do this weekend?” Viggo said, his hand sliding softly down and back up Orlando’s arm.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Orlando murmured contentedly into the side of Viggo’s neck. It was so… wow – in a good way – that Viggo kind of just assumed that they would spend the weekend together. He shivered a little.
Viggo smelled especially toasty here, and his skin was super warm and soft. Orlando’s face fit perfectly in here. If he didn’t need to breathe now and then, he’d just stay here, just like this, in Viggo’s neck. For at least a day or two.
He thought back to the mud carp. There were definite advantages to the whole not needing to breathe thing. But wait - - could mud carps smell?
If not, forget it. Orlando was so not willing to give up Viggo’s toast smell.
Orlando let his hand drift over Viggo’s shirt. His fingers found a tiny bump under the fabric. At first he thought it was something in Viggo’s pocket protector, but then he remembered that Viggo didn’t wear a pocket protector.
So what was…?
Oh. It was Viggo’s nipple. And it was getting… bumpier.
Viggo had the cutest little bumpy nipples. Orlando had never thought much about nipples before, really. He had them, of course. Two of them. But they didn’t do much of anything. They just sort of sat there. So he hadn’t thought much about them.
Since Viggo, though, nipples were a lot more interesting. Especially since the other night when he’d licked at Viggo’s little bumps, and Viggo had made this little whining sound, a lot like the whine Orlando’s hard drive made sometimes when it was getting too hot. The fan in his Vaio sucked.
Huh. He was back to fans again.
“How about a movie?” Viggo asked, still slowly stroking Orlando’s arm.
Orlando came up for air. “Do you like Lord of the Rings?”
“I read the books ages ago,” Viggo said, “but I’ve never seen the films.”
Orlando’s mouth fell open.
“You’ve… never…” he croaked.
“Nope,” Viggo smiled. “Let’s watch them this weekend and you can show me what I’ve been missing.”
Orlando’s heart got all skippy. “Really?” he asked. “They’re kind of long….”
“Sounds perfect,” Viggo rumbled. “We could stay in…all weekend. Have a marathon….”
Viggo slid his hands down Orlando’s back and curved them lightly around his ass. He spread his fingers and sort of press-squeezed.
Viggo’s possessive grasp sent a flood of adrenaline pulsing through Orlando and he gasped, his hips flexing forward instinctively. Of course, there wasn’t much forward, so his dick got to say a big friendly hello to Viggo’s hip, and oh, didn’t that feel really, really nice.
“Viggo,” Orlando blurted. “Could we….”
---
Oh god.
He didn’t even realize he was clutching the sheets tightly, or flexing his toes over and over, or making little meeps. He was only aware of how Viggo’s hands moved warmly over his skin, and how the scent of Viggo’s pillow under his face was so amazing, and how his cock felt so delicious and desperate when he rocked his hips into the mattress a little.
Viggo was kissing between Orlando’s shoulder blades, then sucking on the skin and running his teeth over it, gently. It made Orlando shiver; it was such a concentrated sensation. He could feel himself turning to Jello as Viggo played over him.
Then Orlando couldn’t keep from arching up when Viggo did that sucking/teeth thing, couldn’t control the reaction at all. He was Super Mario. Viggo pressed the “jump” button on the controller, so Mario Orlando jumped. And whimpered. A little.
Viggo pulled on him, urging him up to his knees, and stuffed a pillow beneath Orlando’s hips before pressing him back down. He returned his attentions to Orlando’s back, kissing and sucking and gently biting at another spot, about halfway down this time.
All the while, Viggo’s hands moved and moved. Over Orlando’s curls, the shell of his ear... stroking down his back, his ribs... back up to his shoulder….
It was amazing.
Viggo slipped between Orlando’s thighs, pressed his knees outward, spreading Orlando's legs open. He leaned down and kissed and sucked and bit again, now low on Orlando’s back. Viggo was sucking all Orlando’s breath from him, somehow, though Orlando managed to find enough still in his lungs to moan a little. Viggo stroked down his back again in response.
Orlando was learning to love that Viggo did that – sort of talking to him, without talking – at times like this, when they were naked and close. That little reminder of their connection was just…
… it was the best.
Oh.
Oh?
What was Viggo doing?
More importantly, where was Viggo going??
His hands were – oh – they were, sort of opening Orlando, a little…
And his mouth – oh! – his tongue! – it was - - they were….
Oh god. There??
Oh. Oh GOD.
OH GOD!
Viggo’s tongue slid wetly over, around, between, even inside Orlando’s butt.
Orlando, quiet, shy, mild-mannered nice guy; loyal son, brother and friend; computer store employee, was gone.
He’d been Invasion-of-the-Body-Snatched by Viggo’s. Incredible. Tongue.
Down. There.
In quiet, shy, mild-mannered nice guy Orlando’s place, there was now wailing-to-wake-the-dead wild sex maniac Orlando.
Orlando screeched.
Orlando shrieked.
Orlando caterwauled.
Orlando got a nosebleed.
He grabbed wildly for a handful of Kleenex from the nightstand, jamming it up to his nose, shoveling his hips back to Viggo’s face for more oh god oh god MORE.
Viggo jumped at the sounds coming out of what he thought was still shy, mild-mannered nice guy Orlando. He stopped his ministrations and looked up, shocked to see wailing-to-wake-the-dead wild sex maniac Orlando.
Bleeding into a big wad of Kleenex.
“Orlando! Are you alrig –“
“GET BACK AT IT, SLAVEBOY!!!” Orlando bellowed nasally through the Kleenex wad. He grabbed Viggo by the hair with his free hand and hauled him back down.
Viggo blinked in complete surprise as he was forcibly jammed up against Orlando’s butt.
Then he shrugged and... got back at it.
With relish.
Seconds later, balanced on the Kleenex-holding arm’s elbow, Orlando reached for his completely overwhelmed cock and screamed out the Star Spangled Banner. In Chinese.
Orlando collapsed to the mattress.
Unable to resist worshipping the gleaming, adorable canvas before him, Viggo offered his own unique homage, painting Orlando’s cheeks with warm iridescent stripes.
Viggo collapsed to the mattress.
Many, many long minutes later, Orlando managed two thoughts.
One: he was calling in sick to work tomorrow.
Two: did he really say, SLAVEBOY???
Oh god.
ETA: continued here
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One: he was calling in sick to work tomorrow.
Two: did he really say, SLAVEBOY???
Oh god.
*snort* It's ok Orli, Viggo has that affect on us all, go back to sleep, the rest of us will be amused/embarresed for you.
Lovely chapter hun, more more more!
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more more more
*pants*
*scribbles*
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Brilliant. Just absolutely brilliant!
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ya think? here, let's ask him.
k, he's nodding. and blushing. a lot.
*g*
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Slaveboy. OMG. *dies*
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So innocent. So geeky. So sweet. So funny.
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*thanks you with your own beautiful icon*
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“GET BACK AT IT, SLAVEBOY!!!”
Oh Yeah!!!
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and that icon is absolute perfection with your user name (which i love, btw).
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to quote, holy moly.
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Excellent fic
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Where is my comment? I know if I'd read this before I would have a comment down here, because this is just TOO. F'ING. INCREDIBLE. NOT. TO. COMMENT. ON.
The best part is when he gets the nosebleed.
No, actually, the best part is when he calls Viggo Slaveboy.
But really, I think the most fantastic bestest part is when he does the Star Spangled Banner.
In Chinese.
Yeah, that's the best part. :-D
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*And yes, I did! I knew I did!*