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Geek!Orlando, part 20 (Orlando/Viggo, adult)
author: stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 19
a/n 2: icon of evil toaster love by sweet thang![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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It had only been a few hours since Orlando had left Viggo’s house that morning. It had been really nice to have the day off, even if he did sort of hide in his house and avoid standing by any windows in case Karl or one of the other guys from the store happened to drive by.
So, only a few hours. But here he was, all happy to have a reason to call Viggo.
Orlando was really turning into a freak.
“Hi, Orlando,” Viggo answered the phone. He sounded like he was smiling.
Gosh, Orlando liked that Viggo sounded like that.
“Hi. It’s Orlando. Um, well - - you already… sorry.” Orlando took a calming breath. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Smiling Viggo soothed. “Are you on your way over soon? I was thinking we could call for pizza after you get here.”
Holy moly. Orlando really liked when Viggo did that soothing voice thing, too.
“Well, I was. Uh - - I will be. But I’m running a little late. It’s Friday night….”
“Oh, right; Friday Night is Laundry Night.”
Viggo remembered?
Wow. That was really neat.
“Um, yeah,” Orlando said. “But I started Friday Night Laundry when I got home today, so it’s actually sort of Friday Afternoon Laundry. Which is good. But I’ve still got one more load to do.”
“Want to bring it with you?” Viggo suggested. “You can throw it in over here, and we can get started on the movies that much sooner then.”
That would be…
Wow, that would be great!
“Wow, that would be great!” Orlando echoed his own brain. “Thanks!”
“No problem,” Viggo smiled again. Yeah, Orlando really liked that. “Come over then, Princess. It’s apparently been too long since I've gotten to kiss you. My lips are lonely.”
Orlando blinked.
Oh. Orlando’s dick had some blinking action of its own going on.
“Orlando?” Viggo said to the silence on the other end of the phone.
“Um, yeah… I’m here. That sounds…” Orlando’s brain rebooted. “That sounds - - that’d be great! I’ll be there soon, okay?”
Orlando hung up smiling, and penciled a note for Josh that he’d be gone for the night. He wouldn’t want Josh to worry.
He wondered if Viggo might ever possibly like Orlando’s smiling the way Orlando liked Viggo’s. He didn’t see how, though. That was a LOT of like.
He threw some stuff in a bag: a change of clothes, his Speed Stick, a toothbrush. The last load of Friday Afternoon Laundry was quickly packed up and set by the door.
Then he had a thought, and ran to the kitchen to grab a few more things.
Smiling, he polished an imaginary smudge off the Hamilton Beach 24559 Model with Extra-Wide-Slots. In Classic Chrome.
Since he’d finally told Viggo what a freak he was about the whole toast thing, the toaster just made him - - well, cheery, now. Seeing the toaster didn’t throw him into a panic any more. Now it just reminded him of Viggo’s smell, and how Viggo was so nice when Orlando had told him.
Orlando’s cock felt cheery about the toaster now, too, instead of insanely-out-of-control-turned-on about it.
Almost like it wanted to help polish.
It probably wouldn’t be able to hold the paper towel though.
After he’d got the toaster properly gleaming, he glanced at his Wonderful Things About TV list, magneted on the fridge door.
Down near the bottom of the list, after:
- Erica on All My Children finally winning the Emmy after 19 nominations
- Mr. Rogers reruns
- TIVO
- Freestyle on HGTV
- TIVO’ing Freestyle so you can fast-forward through that really nasal-voiced designer’s talking parts and just get to her makeover already
he added:
- Watching Lord of the Rings withyour boyfr your boyf your Viggo and hopefully snuggling a lot the whole time.
Huh.
He was starting to be able to think the word “boyfriend” now, but being able to actually put it in writing was apparently still a ways off.
And now he’d made a mess of his list.
Oh well, he’d just rewrite it on a fresh piece of graph paper tomorrow.
Hmm. This list was another one that seemed to be moving in the “private” direction.
He used to keep all his lists on the fridge. After all, it was no big deal if Josh or Josh’s girlfriend or Elijah or Orlando’s mom and stepdad saw Wonderful Things About Geometry when all it had on it were things like:
- Dandelin Spheres
- Being able to produce an ellipse by multiplying the x coordinates of all points on a circle by a constant, without changing the y coordinates, because HOW COOL IS THAT??
- Isosceles triangles, just because
because that wasn’t really private stuff, right? But now that he’d added:
- Viggo Circles
to that list, it was feeling more… intimate. So he’d moved that list to his room.
And of course, Wonderful Things About Viggo had always been kept in Orlando’s room, because, well, Josh was a great guy, but he probably didn’t want to know about stuff like:
- TOAST (duh)
- When he touched my ORLADNO
- His earlobes are really, really, really soft, and they feel good to suck on
- Coconutty bubble bath
- Always warm
- Crinkly Smiling Thing
- Viggo Circles (cross-posted to Wonderful Things About Geometry)
- RAIN and APPLE PIE
- He did too snort when he was laughing
- How he sounds like he’s smiling when we talk on the phone
and all the rest.
Plus, that list was getting really, really long really, really fast. It would just be in the way every time they needed to open the fridge door, anyway.
So maybe he should buy a magnet board and move all his lists to his room.
Heyyy, there was an idea….
---
He made a quick stop at Office Barn, and then was back in the van and on his way to Viggo’s house.
He couldn’t help but drive a little fidgety in excitement. This was going to be so great!
Orlando hadn’t had anyone to watch LOTR with lately. Not for weeks.
Elijah used to watch the films with him all the time. Well, most of the films.
It was weird, but gradually, Orlando realized that at one particular point during Fellowship of the Ring, Elijah would always have to go get a fresh Pepsi, or would take a bathroom break, or would run out to his car for something he said he forgot.
It was always just when Boromir was going to die.
It was weird, and Orlando just didn’t get why Elijah would purposely want to miss it. Aragorn was totally amazing in that scene, too. But Orlando didn’t say anything. Maybe Elijah just… felt sad about it. It was an emotional scene, after all.
And then came… that day… about a month ago.
When Orlando had walked into the restroom at work, and the stall was sort of shaking, and it was moaning, “Ohhh, Beaneh…BEANEH…OHH - ”
Well, not the stall. The stall wouldn’t moan, of course.
A voice coming from the stall.
A familiar voice.
And Orlando had immediately decided, um, yeah, he could totally hold it until later, and abruptly turned and fled the restroom.
He didn’t look at Elijah funny at all after Elijah got back to the Computer Department counter.
He really didn’t.
At least, he tried really hard not to.
Ever since then, though, Elijah didn’t come over to watch LOTR with Orlando any more.
So tonight was going to be so great!!
And now Orlando was here. At Viggo’s.
Yay!
He parked and did a quick checklist:
Overnight bag – check.
Laundry load – check.
Lord of the Rings EE boxed set – check.
Viggo’s gift – check.
Lanyard safely not tangled around gear shift – check.
And then Viggo was opening the door and smiling and saying, “Hi, you,” and inviting him inside.
And Viggo was kissing him.
Huh. Viggo’s lips did feel a little lonely.
Just… one… more… kiss….
“I brought you something,” Orlando finally blurted, biting his lip a little.
Viggo looked first taken aback, then curious. Sort of like a little boy.
Gosh, he was just so cute!
Orlando reached into a bag and handed Viggo a big new magnet board and some Cube Mighties.
“I thought you might like it for your studio,” Orlando said, blushing a little even at the mention of the room, at the reminder of the amazing time they’d had there together only hours before.
He cleared his throat.
“The magnets are tiny, but they’re really strong. I wanted something small so you would see just… your work or - - or your ideas… or whatever you might want to put up there. Instead of seeing the magnets.”
Viggo blinked.
“Was that good, do you think?” Orlando whispered.
"It's wonderful! Thank you!" Viggo looked at him as if Orlando was wearing a big fat red suit and a snow-white beard.
Orlando beamed.
---
Pizza ordered and eaten, they were nearing the end of Fellowship of the Ring.
Viggo had grabbed the bed pillows, and the two of them were snuggled up on the couch with the pillows and each other, Orlando stretched out in front of Viggo, Viggo stretched out behind Orlando.
Orlando had had another of the bottles of Hooch that were still in the refrigerator from the other night, and he was feeling pretty good.
Orlando had never really understood why people drank much, why they worked to get a buzz. Who needed it, really? There were already plenty of things in the world that totally messed with Orlando’s brain if he spent too much time thinking about them.
Things like Retrograde Motion, which even though he understood why it happened, still managed to completely freak him out.
Or pi.
Or how his mom had made it to 51 years old without ever yet owning a cell phone.
Or why Paris Hilton was famous.
Anyway, they snuggled together. And Viggo seemed to be into the movie.
This was so great!
Actually, Viggo seemed to be really into the movie.
In fact, Orlando noticed after a while that Viggo got kind of fidgety at times. Like when Legolas first arrived at Rivendell and climbed down from his horse. Or when Legolas defended Aragorn to Boromir at the meeting of the Council. Or whenever Legolas had a line, actually. Or a close-up.
In fact, Orlando was pretty sure that at one point when Legolas shot his bow, Viggo’s hips had accidentally done a little mid-pivot tilt into Orlando’s butt.
Hee hee.
Viggo totally liked Legolas.
So now, with the credits rolling, Orlando was in Viggo’s laundry room, folding up the last of the laundry he’d brought over.
And he was tipsy. And yeah, now he remembered why people liked to get buzzed.
Because it was really fun.
His eyes fell on a basket of Viggo’s folded laundry.
Huh. That was a pretty yellow. He reached into the basket and pulled out…
Boxers.
Yellow boxers.
Yellow Tweety Bird boxers.
Heyyyy. This could be fun.
Before he could stop himself, Tipsy Orlando had donned Viggo’s yellow Tweety Bird boxers on his head and bounded out to the living room.
He gave a very surprised-looking Viggo his best mysterious Elf imitation, looking around suspiciously.
“A shadow and a threat have been growing in my mind. Something draws near, I can feel it.”
Viggo’s mouth hung open for a second, and then his eyes sparkled and he growled something that sounded like, “Why you little…”
Orlando was tipsy, but he wasn’t stupid.
He squealed and ran for his life - or for the bedroom, anyway – with Growling, Giggling Viggo hot on his Elf heels.
ETA: continued here
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 19
a/n 2: icon of evil toaster love by sweet thang
alliwantisanelf! super geek!banner made by the lovely
galor5!It had only been a few hours since Orlando had left Viggo’s house that morning. It had been really nice to have the day off, even if he did sort of hide in his house and avoid standing by any windows in case Karl or one of the other guys from the store happened to drive by.
So, only a few hours. But here he was, all happy to have a reason to call Viggo.
Orlando was really turning into a freak.
“Hi, Orlando,” Viggo answered the phone. He sounded like he was smiling.
Gosh, Orlando liked that Viggo sounded like that.
“Hi. It’s Orlando. Um, well - - you already… sorry.” Orlando took a calming breath. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Smiling Viggo soothed. “Are you on your way over soon? I was thinking we could call for pizza after you get here.”
Holy moly. Orlando really liked when Viggo did that soothing voice thing, too.
“Well, I was. Uh - - I will be. But I’m running a little late. It’s Friday night….”
“Oh, right; Friday Night is Laundry Night.”
Viggo remembered?
Wow. That was really neat.
“Um, yeah,” Orlando said. “But I started Friday Night Laundry when I got home today, so it’s actually sort of Friday Afternoon Laundry. Which is good. But I’ve still got one more load to do.”
“Want to bring it with you?” Viggo suggested. “You can throw it in over here, and we can get started on the movies that much sooner then.”
That would be…
Wow, that would be great!
“Wow, that would be great!” Orlando echoed his own brain. “Thanks!”
“No problem,” Viggo smiled again. Yeah, Orlando really liked that. “Come over then, Princess. It’s apparently been too long since I've gotten to kiss you. My lips are lonely.”
Orlando blinked.
Oh. Orlando’s dick had some blinking action of its own going on.
“Orlando?” Viggo said to the silence on the other end of the phone.
“Um, yeah… I’m here. That sounds…” Orlando’s brain rebooted. “That sounds - - that’d be great! I’ll be there soon, okay?”
Orlando hung up smiling, and penciled a note for Josh that he’d be gone for the night. He wouldn’t want Josh to worry.
He wondered if Viggo might ever possibly like Orlando’s smiling the way Orlando liked Viggo’s. He didn’t see how, though. That was a LOT of like.
He threw some stuff in a bag: a change of clothes, his Speed Stick, a toothbrush. The last load of Friday Afternoon Laundry was quickly packed up and set by the door.
Then he had a thought, and ran to the kitchen to grab a few more things.
Smiling, he polished an imaginary smudge off the Hamilton Beach 24559 Model with Extra-Wide-Slots. In Classic Chrome.
Since he’d finally told Viggo what a freak he was about the whole toast thing, the toaster just made him - - well, cheery, now. Seeing the toaster didn’t throw him into a panic any more. Now it just reminded him of Viggo’s smell, and how Viggo was so nice when Orlando had told him.
Orlando’s cock felt cheery about the toaster now, too, instead of insanely-out-of-control-turned-on about it.
Almost like it wanted to help polish.
It probably wouldn’t be able to hold the paper towel though.
After he’d got the toaster properly gleaming, he glanced at his Wonderful Things About TV list, magneted on the fridge door.
Down near the bottom of the list, after:
- Erica on All My Children finally winning the Emmy after 19 nominations
- Mr. Rogers reruns
- TIVO
- Freestyle on HGTV
- TIVO’ing Freestyle so you can fast-forward through that really nasal-voiced designer’s talking parts and just get to her makeover already
he added:
- Watching Lord of the Rings with
Huh.
He was starting to be able to think the word “boyfriend” now, but being able to actually put it in writing was apparently still a ways off.
And now he’d made a mess of his list.
Oh well, he’d just rewrite it on a fresh piece of graph paper tomorrow.
Hmm. This list was another one that seemed to be moving in the “private” direction.
He used to keep all his lists on the fridge. After all, it was no big deal if Josh or Josh’s girlfriend or Elijah or Orlando’s mom and stepdad saw Wonderful Things About Geometry when all it had on it were things like:
- Dandelin Spheres
- Being able to produce an ellipse by multiplying the x coordinates of all points on a circle by a constant, without changing the y coordinates, because HOW COOL IS THAT??
- Isosceles triangles, just because
because that wasn’t really private stuff, right? But now that he’d added:
- Viggo Circles
to that list, it was feeling more… intimate. So he’d moved that list to his room.
And of course, Wonderful Things About Viggo had always been kept in Orlando’s room, because, well, Josh was a great guy, but he probably didn’t want to know about stuff like:
- TOAST (duh)
- When he touched my ORLADNO
- His earlobes are really, really, really soft, and they feel good to suck on
- Coconutty bubble bath
- Always warm
- Crinkly Smiling Thing
- Viggo Circles (cross-posted to Wonderful Things About Geometry)
- RAIN and APPLE PIE
- He did too snort when he was laughing
- How he sounds like he’s smiling when we talk on the phone
and all the rest.
Plus, that list was getting really, really long really, really fast. It would just be in the way every time they needed to open the fridge door, anyway.
So maybe he should buy a magnet board and move all his lists to his room.
Heyyy, there was an idea….
---
He made a quick stop at Office Barn, and then was back in the van and on his way to Viggo’s house.
He couldn’t help but drive a little fidgety in excitement. This was going to be so great!
Orlando hadn’t had anyone to watch LOTR with lately. Not for weeks.
Elijah used to watch the films with him all the time. Well, most of the films.
It was weird, but gradually, Orlando realized that at one particular point during Fellowship of the Ring, Elijah would always have to go get a fresh Pepsi, or would take a bathroom break, or would run out to his car for something he said he forgot.
It was always just when Boromir was going to die.
It was weird, and Orlando just didn’t get why Elijah would purposely want to miss it. Aragorn was totally amazing in that scene, too. But Orlando didn’t say anything. Maybe Elijah just… felt sad about it. It was an emotional scene, after all.
And then came… that day… about a month ago.
When Orlando had walked into the restroom at work, and the stall was sort of shaking, and it was moaning, “Ohhh, Beaneh…BEANEH…OHH - ”
Well, not the stall. The stall wouldn’t moan, of course.
A voice coming from the stall.
A familiar voice.
And Orlando had immediately decided, um, yeah, he could totally hold it until later, and abruptly turned and fled the restroom.
He didn’t look at Elijah funny at all after Elijah got back to the Computer Department counter.
He really didn’t.
At least, he tried really hard not to.
Ever since then, though, Elijah didn’t come over to watch LOTR with Orlando any more.
So tonight was going to be so great!!
And now Orlando was here. At Viggo’s.
Yay!
He parked and did a quick checklist:
Overnight bag – check.
Laundry load – check.
Lord of the Rings EE boxed set – check.
Viggo’s gift – check.
Lanyard safely not tangled around gear shift – check.
And then Viggo was opening the door and smiling and saying, “Hi, you,” and inviting him inside.
And Viggo was kissing him.
Huh. Viggo’s lips did feel a little lonely.
Just… one… more… kiss….
“I brought you something,” Orlando finally blurted, biting his lip a little.
Viggo looked first taken aback, then curious. Sort of like a little boy.
Gosh, he was just so cute!
Orlando reached into a bag and handed Viggo a big new magnet board and some Cube Mighties.
“I thought you might like it for your studio,” Orlando said, blushing a little even at the mention of the room, at the reminder of the amazing time they’d had there together only hours before.
He cleared his throat.
“The magnets are tiny, but they’re really strong. I wanted something small so you would see just… your work or - - or your ideas… or whatever you might want to put up there. Instead of seeing the magnets.”
Viggo blinked.
“Was that good, do you think?” Orlando whispered.
"It's wonderful! Thank you!" Viggo looked at him as if Orlando was wearing a big fat red suit and a snow-white beard.
Orlando beamed.
---
Pizza ordered and eaten, they were nearing the end of Fellowship of the Ring.
Viggo had grabbed the bed pillows, and the two of them were snuggled up on the couch with the pillows and each other, Orlando stretched out in front of Viggo, Viggo stretched out behind Orlando.
Orlando had had another of the bottles of Hooch that were still in the refrigerator from the other night, and he was feeling pretty good.
Orlando had never really understood why people drank much, why they worked to get a buzz. Who needed it, really? There were already plenty of things in the world that totally messed with Orlando’s brain if he spent too much time thinking about them.
Things like Retrograde Motion, which even though he understood why it happened, still managed to completely freak him out.
Or pi.
Or how his mom had made it to 51 years old without ever yet owning a cell phone.
Or why Paris Hilton was famous.
Anyway, they snuggled together. And Viggo seemed to be into the movie.
This was so great!
Actually, Viggo seemed to be really into the movie.
In fact, Orlando noticed after a while that Viggo got kind of fidgety at times. Like when Legolas first arrived at Rivendell and climbed down from his horse. Or when Legolas defended Aragorn to Boromir at the meeting of the Council. Or whenever Legolas had a line, actually. Or a close-up.
In fact, Orlando was pretty sure that at one point when Legolas shot his bow, Viggo’s hips had accidentally done a little mid-pivot tilt into Orlando’s butt.
Hee hee.
Viggo totally liked Legolas.
So now, with the credits rolling, Orlando was in Viggo’s laundry room, folding up the last of the laundry he’d brought over.
And he was tipsy. And yeah, now he remembered why people liked to get buzzed.
Because it was really fun.
His eyes fell on a basket of Viggo’s folded laundry.
Huh. That was a pretty yellow. He reached into the basket and pulled out…
Boxers.
Yellow boxers.
Yellow Tweety Bird boxers.
Heyyyy. This could be fun.
Before he could stop himself, Tipsy Orlando had donned Viggo’s yellow Tweety Bird boxers on his head and bounded out to the living room.
He gave a very surprised-looking Viggo his best mysterious Elf imitation, looking around suspiciously.
“A shadow and a threat have been growing in my mind. Something draws near, I can feel it.”
Viggo’s mouth hung open for a second, and then his eyes sparkled and he growled something that sounded like, “Why you little…”
Orlando was tipsy, but he wasn’t stupid.
He squealed and ran for his life - or for the bedroom, anyway – with Growling, Giggling Viggo hot on his Elf heels.
ETA: continued here
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Before he could stop himself, Tipsy Orlando had donned Viggo’s yellow Tweety Bird boxers on his head and bounded out to the living room.
He gave a very surprised-looking Viggo his best mysterious Elf imitation, looking around suspiciously.
“A shadow and a threat have been growing in my mind. Something draws near, I can feel it.”
Seriously, I almost wet myself.
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thanks!
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I'm almost falling off my chair sometimes, laughing at this story . . . this chapter got me at:
- Viggo Circles (cross-posted to Wonderful Things About Geometry)"
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Viggo totally liked Legolas.
The Geek is adorable!
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And can only second
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*frantically points at shiny things*
AND LOOK OVER HERE! PRETTY THINGS!
*desperately points at pretty things*
*observes hanarobi's bloodhound expression*
yeah, okay, you got me.
geekiness is a continuum, don't you think? most of us fall along that scale somewhere or other.
your comment gave me much glee, btw!! :)