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Geek Orlando, part 24 (Orlando/Viggo, adult)
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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 23
a/n: thank you so much to the terrifically talentedtularia for the icon!
toastworthy banner made by the freakishly talentedgalor5
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Monday evening and he could finally leave work and get home. Viggo was coming over tonight!
They hadn't seen each other since Saturday night. Late Saturday night. Well, very late Saturday night. Viggo'd had a Sunday brunch wine-tasting thing at a gallery that was showing some of his work, and Orlando had hung out with Elijah and played Xbox and listened to Elijah's weird music. It was fun, like always, and Elijah had made fried Cheerios*, and Orlando loved when he made those.
But the best part of Sunday had been talking to Viggo on the phone while he was falling asleep last night.
Boy, Orlando never thought he would ever hear himself say that the best part of any day was talking on the phone.
Viggo was just getting out of his car in front of Orlando's house when Orlando turned the last corner. Seeing him standing there all gorgeous and tall and - - well, gorgeous, Orlando felt his skin sort of hiccup and his face stretch all happy.
Geez, it had only been a day since he'd seen Viggo. Well, 38 hours. Holy moly, he was turning into such a freak.
A happy one, though.
He parked and got out, still smiling, and tried to merely walk rather than bound giddily up to Viggo.
“Hi, you,” Viggo said. Orlando smiled. Well, he was already smiling, so he kept smiling. Viggo smiled, too.
Two little girls with white-blond curls were sitting on Orlando's steps, with a cardboard box between them. Their faces lit up when Orlando approached, smiling at them, too.
“Look, Orlando!” Sarah called with even more six year old enthusiasm than usual.
“Kitty!” squealed Susannah, chubby hands clapping.
Orlando squatted, peering into the box.
“A new kitten? That's great! Did you name it yet?” He smiled, and ow, his cheek muscles were starting to protest all the smiling. It was always fun when these little munchkins came over to chat with him. Little kids were easy to be around. They were just... accepting, or something. Orlando liked them.
“She's Princess,” announced Sarah proudly. “Princess Leona Lioness McNeal.”
“I'm fwee now!” announced Susannah just as proudly, holding up two fingers. When she saw her own hand, she pressed her lips together in concentration, struggling to get another finger to cooperate.
“Three already? Gosh, you're getting very big!” Orlando turned to Viggo. “Viggo, this is Sarah, and this is Susannah. They live next door. Girls, this is my friend Viggo.”
Viggo grinned at the miniature cherubs squinting up at him. “Very nice to meet you, ladies,” he said softly. “You have a new pet, do you?”
“Yes, she just came home with us today!” Sarah beamed. “You can hold her if you want.”
“Fwee!” Susannah swelled with pride as the stubborn third finger finally fell in line.
“Very good, Susannah!” Orlando patted her shoulder encouragingly.
Viggo curled down onto the step next to Sarah and reached into the box, gently scooping up the dark gray ball. He eased the kitten onto her back in the crook of his arm, cradling her. The sleepy animal barely blinked as Viggo cozied her with small strokes of his fingertips. He crooned barely audible little nothings to her. The girls sat spellbound.
Orlando stood spellbound.
He felt his pulse race weirdly. His vision seemed to tunnel out to just Viggo and the kitten, and then the yard seemed to tip a little – one sudden, odd lurch - though Orlando was just standing still, just standing watching Viggo commune with the kitten.
Viggo's face was so soft, smiling down at the furry bundle.
Viggo's voice was so soothing and warm as he cooed.
Viggo was so kind and gentle and....
Only a moment later, Orlando felt normal again, and the yard had resumed behaving itself per standard gravity regulations.
Huh, that was weird.
And now, Orlando had a niggling feeling that he'd forgotten something.
Oh well; whatever it was, it was gone now.
---
Orlando had run upstairs to change into one of his new shirts – the one that was like the color of caramel apples you could buy at the State Fair every August – before serving dinner. Viggo definitely noticed – he smiled when Orlando came downstairs again – but Orlando thought it was kind of neat that Josh also noticed, and mentioned it was nice to see Orlando in something other than his work shirts.
The pork roast, slow-cooked all day, had been tender enough to make Viggo moan in bliss.
Orlando had been really relieved that they'd already been sitting at the table, because Josh so did not need to see Orlando's cock frantically waving at Viggo, trying to convince him to do that moaning thing again, only this time, more and louder.
Viggo had chatted easily with Josh about grad school, and it turned out they both knew someone in the art department at the college.
It was a nice dinner.
It was even nicer, though, after Josh told Viggo it was nice to meet him and left for the library, and Viggo helped Orlando clear the dishes away, and then Viggo wrapped Orlando up in his big Viggo arms and kissed him with lips still sweet from the slow-cooked carrots.
Orlando's body automatically tried to attach itself to Viggo's like an outfit on a paper doll.
Orlando's grandpa had gotten him G.I. Joe paper dolls when he was a kid. They were neat, but Orlando wasn't really into the soldier thing. So he'd made his own clothes for G.I. Joe: little work shirts and polyester pants and a pocket protector and a really cool carrying case for all of his diagnostic tools – wire strippers and a voltmeter and even a really tiny little can of WD-40, all drawn and colored and cut out of paper. His grandpa had looked a little surprised when Orlando showed him, but he had happily pretended to be a computer customer in distress for Orlando anyway.
Yeah, those were good times.
Orlando wondered fuzzily if he might actually be growing little paper tabs all around his perimeter, to fold back around Viggo's paper doll body. Something was making him tingle all over.
Mmmmnn. Viggo Kisses.
Oh, that's right, Orlando was not a mud carp, and he really needed to breathe. Right now.
Oh good; Viggo apparently did too. They both huffed and puffed for a minute.
Viggo huff-spoke first. “Do you want to...?”
Orlando smiled shyly. “I was - ... I was just going to ask you....”
Viggo grinned. “Where...?”
Orlando grabbed Viggo's hand and tried not to drag him too rudely up the stairs. He burst into the bedroom and pushed Viggo gently to a seat on his blue and orange plaid-covered bed, neatly hospital-cornered as always.
“I – um... I got some... things. Some... stuff,” Orlando blushed. He turned to his closet and returned to sit on the bed, carrying a box full of -
“Condoms,” Viggo said blankly, and Orlando worried that Viggo looked a little overwhelmed.
It was a BIG box. Well, not as long as, say... an umbrella, but definitely bigger than, oh... a toaster.
If it had a microwave oven it in, then it wasn't such a big box.
Since it was filled with... condoms... then yeah, it was a big box. Huge, even.
Oh god. Poor Viggo. Orlando's cheeks heated up.
Viggo brushed a slightly stunned hand through the vast assortment. There were textures like Regular, Sensitive, Ultra Sensitive, Ribbed, Studded, Ribbed and Studded, Bulbous Tip... colors with names like Incredible Hulk Green, Erotic Ebony, White Wizard, Orgy Orange... flavors like Strawberry, Banana, Strawberry Banana, Vanilla, Mint Tingle, Cola -
“A Vibrating Johnny?” Viggo asked gently. “Can't say I've ever heard of this one.”
Orlando went even redder and dove into the side of Viggo's neck, scrunching the box between them a little. Viggo wrapped one arm around him and pecked a kiss to the top of Orlando's hiding head, which helped Orlando's throat muscles unclench enough to allow speech.
“I sort of... ordered the introductory assortment package,” he stammered into Viggo's throat. “Well... three of them. I guess. Different packages, though. And these – ...well, everything just sort of... came with it. I read up, and I know that some of them are better at protecting against disease than others, and some of these don't really have any point since they're only for birth control, but -”
“I think,” Viggo said, suspiciously eying a small bottle in his hand, “that this lube is actually meant for sewing machines.”
Oh god. Orlando whimpered.
“Hey, you,” Viggo put down the bottle and wrapped his free arm around Orlando, completing the circuit. “It's great that you take responsibility for your own sex life. I respect you for it. Don't feel awkward – especially not with me.”
Orlando the Frightened Ostrich carefully pulled his head out of the sand that was Viggo's Wonderful-Smelling Neck and met Viggo's eyes. Viggo's warm, accepting, gentle, beautiful blue eyes.
“I'm going to kiss you, Princess.” Viggo's voice misted over him.
Orlando thought that was a really nice idea, first because that might let him close his eyes again until his embarrassment passed, and second, because hello?... it was kissing Viggo.
Viggo slanted his mouth over Orlando's in soothing, lazy passes. Orlando gave and yielded and let Viggo move and tease, happy to react and respond and just feel. Without thinking, Orlando turned slightly, lifting his nearer leg over Viggo's knee, twisting to wind his arms around Viggo's neck.
Viggo moved the big box of condoms to the floor and shifted and turned so he could lower them both to the bed, and Orlando grabbed some much-needed oxygen before pulling Viggo's mouth back to his.
Viggo slipped one hand into Orlando's hair, caressing his scalp, combing long fingers through Orlando's hair. Orlando felt so... cared for, so wanted. Viggo made him feel all flowers and music and dancing and candles and -
“Cindy's graduation!” Orlando blurted into Viggo's mouth.
Viggo blinked.
“Er - ... geez, sorry,” Orlando muttered - he didn't know what was wrong with him! - but then brightened, remembering his hijacked train of thought. “I just remembered; I got you something!” He squirmed out from under Viggo and disappeared.
He returned with two boxes.
Wow, tonight's date was turning out to be sort of box-intensive.
Viggo sat up on the twin bed. He looked a little rumpled and a little frustrated, but mostly excited, Orlando thought. Hoped, anyway.
“Sorry I didn't wrap them,” he said, handing the first box to Viggo.
“Orlando, you don't have to buy me presents...” Viggo said politely, opening the box and reaching inside.
“They're candles, but not,” Orlando explained, excited. “My aunt Beth used them all over her patio at my cousin Cindy's graduation party last summer. They run on batteries, but they look really lifelike – the flame flickers and everything. And the really cool part is, you blow them on and off!”
Viggo grinned at him. “They're... they're wonderful!”
“You said that you liked the candlelight. In your studio. The other night... when – - when we were... there. Together.”
Orlando paused at the memory of that night, when Viggo had leaned him over the dresser and.... He inhaled shakily before going on. He touched Viggo's hand and gave it a hesitant squeeze.
“So I thought you might like to add these to your real candles. That way you have more of them, but these are safe to use near your art. They won't spill wax or burn your work, since they're not real.”
“That's... that's so thoughtful. Thank you, Orlando. I can't wait to use them.” Viggo looked at Orlando, then back down at the candles. He seemed a little surprised, but in a good way, Orlando thought.
“And then - – well, this is kind of stupid, but....” Orlando watched as Viggo opened the second box.
“It's an LED light that you hook up to your faucet. When you turn on the water, it looks like it's coming out this really pretty blue color. And if you turn it to hot, the water turns red. It's just light, though. I know it's goofy, but I thought it was kind of pretty, and I know that color is important to you, with your work and all. And it might make a nice night light for if you get up at night to use the bathroom, or - ”
Viggo hauled Orlando toward him, mouth first, and very effectively and sweetly silenced Orlando's nervous chatter.
Orlando managed to extract himself for a few seconds, enough to turn off the lamp on the nightstand and "blow on" the five new not-candles, lining them up romantically on the windowsill near the bed.
Viggo stood to turn down the bed covers. Then he returned his attention to Orlando, making Orlando's heart blink and stutter a little. He slowly undressed Orlando, stopping often to bestow a kiss to heated skin or a caress to shivering muscle.
They crawled beneath the covers then, and lay close and warm and naked together, and made love.
Orlando hadn't planned to fall asleep with the new not-candles “burning.” And he really hadn't planned on Josh coming home from the library late that night and seeing the not-candles “burning” in the windowsill. And he certainly hadn't planned to be so thoroughly, deeply, just-made-amazing-love-to-by-his-gorgeous-boyfriend-Viggo asleep as to not hear Josh quietly calling to him through his bedroom door, worrying about the “burning” candles. And he definitely hadn't planned on Josh finally having to creep quietly in to blow out the “burning” candles and getting an unexpected eyeful of Orlando and Viggo snuggled together on Orlando's twin bed, with the blue and orange plaid flannel bedspread thankfully covering all the private bits.
But even as Josh was playfully teasing Orlando with the details the next morning, and Orlando's cheeks were flaming, and Orlando's mind was wanting to perform a hard shutdown in mortification, Orlando realized something.
He realized it had been worth it.
ETA: continued here
*a/n: No, I'm not kidding! Melt 3 Tbs. butter in a skillet on medium-high heat. Add 1 ½ – 2 cups Cheerios (plain, not honey nut!). Stir often until browned. Pour into a bowl. Sprinkle with salt (or garlic salt if you like) to taste. Eat like popcorn. My grandma made this for my mom 50 years ago, and we have converted many along the way. :) It's delish, dude, I'm telling you.
stormatduskpairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 23
a/n: thank you so much to the terrifically talented
tularia for the icon!toastworthy banner made by the freakishly talented
galor55:56...
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5:58...
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5:59:57... 5:59:58... 5:59:59...6:00:00ohgodfinallythankgoodnesshewasSOouttahere!
Monday evening and he could finally leave work and get home. Viggo was coming over tonight!
They hadn't seen each other since Saturday night. Late Saturday night. Well, very late Saturday night. Viggo'd had a Sunday brunch wine-tasting thing at a gallery that was showing some of his work, and Orlando had hung out with Elijah and played Xbox and listened to Elijah's weird music. It was fun, like always, and Elijah had made fried Cheerios*, and Orlando loved when he made those.
But the best part of Sunday had been talking to Viggo on the phone while he was falling asleep last night.
Boy, Orlando never thought he would ever hear himself say that the best part of any day was talking on the phone.
Viggo was just getting out of his car in front of Orlando's house when Orlando turned the last corner. Seeing him standing there all gorgeous and tall and - - well, gorgeous, Orlando felt his skin sort of hiccup and his face stretch all happy.
Geez, it had only been a day since he'd seen Viggo. Well, 38 hours. Holy moly, he was turning into such a freak.
A happy one, though.
He parked and got out, still smiling, and tried to merely walk rather than bound giddily up to Viggo.
“Hi, you,” Viggo said. Orlando smiled. Well, he was already smiling, so he kept smiling. Viggo smiled, too.
Two little girls with white-blond curls were sitting on Orlando's steps, with a cardboard box between them. Their faces lit up when Orlando approached, smiling at them, too.
“Look, Orlando!” Sarah called with even more six year old enthusiasm than usual.
“Kitty!” squealed Susannah, chubby hands clapping.
Orlando squatted, peering into the box.
“A new kitten? That's great! Did you name it yet?” He smiled, and ow, his cheek muscles were starting to protest all the smiling. It was always fun when these little munchkins came over to chat with him. Little kids were easy to be around. They were just... accepting, or something. Orlando liked them.
“She's Princess,” announced Sarah proudly. “Princess Leona Lioness McNeal.”
“I'm fwee now!” announced Susannah just as proudly, holding up two fingers. When she saw her own hand, she pressed her lips together in concentration, struggling to get another finger to cooperate.
“Three already? Gosh, you're getting very big!” Orlando turned to Viggo. “Viggo, this is Sarah, and this is Susannah. They live next door. Girls, this is my friend Viggo.”
Viggo grinned at the miniature cherubs squinting up at him. “Very nice to meet you, ladies,” he said softly. “You have a new pet, do you?”
“Yes, she just came home with us today!” Sarah beamed. “You can hold her if you want.”
“Fwee!” Susannah swelled with pride as the stubborn third finger finally fell in line.
“Very good, Susannah!” Orlando patted her shoulder encouragingly.
Viggo curled down onto the step next to Sarah and reached into the box, gently scooping up the dark gray ball. He eased the kitten onto her back in the crook of his arm, cradling her. The sleepy animal barely blinked as Viggo cozied her with small strokes of his fingertips. He crooned barely audible little nothings to her. The girls sat spellbound.
Orlando stood spellbound.
He felt his pulse race weirdly. His vision seemed to tunnel out to just Viggo and the kitten, and then the yard seemed to tip a little – one sudden, odd lurch - though Orlando was just standing still, just standing watching Viggo commune with the kitten.
Viggo's face was so soft, smiling down at the furry bundle.
Viggo's voice was so soothing and warm as he cooed.
Viggo was so kind and gentle and....
Only a moment later, Orlando felt normal again, and the yard had resumed behaving itself per standard gravity regulations.
Huh, that was weird.
And now, Orlando had a niggling feeling that he'd forgotten something.
Oh well; whatever it was, it was gone now.
---
Orlando had run upstairs to change into one of his new shirts – the one that was like the color of caramel apples you could buy at the State Fair every August – before serving dinner. Viggo definitely noticed – he smiled when Orlando came downstairs again – but Orlando thought it was kind of neat that Josh also noticed, and mentioned it was nice to see Orlando in something other than his work shirts.
The pork roast, slow-cooked all day, had been tender enough to make Viggo moan in bliss.
Orlando had been really relieved that they'd already been sitting at the table, because Josh so did not need to see Orlando's cock frantically waving at Viggo, trying to convince him to do that moaning thing again, only this time, more and louder.
Viggo had chatted easily with Josh about grad school, and it turned out they both knew someone in the art department at the college.
It was a nice dinner.
It was even nicer, though, after Josh told Viggo it was nice to meet him and left for the library, and Viggo helped Orlando clear the dishes away, and then Viggo wrapped Orlando up in his big Viggo arms and kissed him with lips still sweet from the slow-cooked carrots.
Orlando's body automatically tried to attach itself to Viggo's like an outfit on a paper doll.
Orlando's grandpa had gotten him G.I. Joe paper dolls when he was a kid. They were neat, but Orlando wasn't really into the soldier thing. So he'd made his own clothes for G.I. Joe: little work shirts and polyester pants and a pocket protector and a really cool carrying case for all of his diagnostic tools – wire strippers and a voltmeter and even a really tiny little can of WD-40, all drawn and colored and cut out of paper. His grandpa had looked a little surprised when Orlando showed him, but he had happily pretended to be a computer customer in distress for Orlando anyway.
Yeah, those were good times.
Orlando wondered fuzzily if he might actually be growing little paper tabs all around his perimeter, to fold back around Viggo's paper doll body. Something was making him tingle all over.
Mmmmnn. Viggo Kisses.
Oh, that's right, Orlando was not a mud carp, and he really needed to breathe. Right now.
Oh good; Viggo apparently did too. They both huffed and puffed for a minute.
Viggo huff-spoke first. “Do you want to...?”
Orlando smiled shyly. “I was - ... I was just going to ask you....”
Viggo grinned. “Where...?”
Orlando grabbed Viggo's hand and tried not to drag him too rudely up the stairs. He burst into the bedroom and pushed Viggo gently to a seat on his blue and orange plaid-covered bed, neatly hospital-cornered as always.
“I – um... I got some... things. Some... stuff,” Orlando blushed. He turned to his closet and returned to sit on the bed, carrying a box full of -
“Condoms,” Viggo said blankly, and Orlando worried that Viggo looked a little overwhelmed.
It was a BIG box. Well, not as long as, say... an umbrella, but definitely bigger than, oh... a toaster.
If it had a microwave oven it in, then it wasn't such a big box.
Since it was filled with... condoms... then yeah, it was a big box. Huge, even.
Oh god. Poor Viggo. Orlando's cheeks heated up.
Viggo brushed a slightly stunned hand through the vast assortment. There were textures like Regular, Sensitive, Ultra Sensitive, Ribbed, Studded, Ribbed and Studded, Bulbous Tip... colors with names like Incredible Hulk Green, Erotic Ebony, White Wizard, Orgy Orange... flavors like Strawberry, Banana, Strawberry Banana, Vanilla, Mint Tingle, Cola -
“A Vibrating Johnny?” Viggo asked gently. “Can't say I've ever heard of this one.”
Orlando went even redder and dove into the side of Viggo's neck, scrunching the box between them a little. Viggo wrapped one arm around him and pecked a kiss to the top of Orlando's hiding head, which helped Orlando's throat muscles unclench enough to allow speech.
“I sort of... ordered the introductory assortment package,” he stammered into Viggo's throat. “Well... three of them. I guess. Different packages, though. And these – ...well, everything just sort of... came with it. I read up, and I know that some of them are better at protecting against disease than others, and some of these don't really have any point since they're only for birth control, but -”
“I think,” Viggo said, suspiciously eying a small bottle in his hand, “that this lube is actually meant for sewing machines.”
Oh god. Orlando whimpered.
“Hey, you,” Viggo put down the bottle and wrapped his free arm around Orlando, completing the circuit. “It's great that you take responsibility for your own sex life. I respect you for it. Don't feel awkward – especially not with me.”
Orlando the Frightened Ostrich carefully pulled his head out of the sand that was Viggo's Wonderful-Smelling Neck and met Viggo's eyes. Viggo's warm, accepting, gentle, beautiful blue eyes.
“I'm going to kiss you, Princess.” Viggo's voice misted over him.
Orlando thought that was a really nice idea, first because that might let him close his eyes again until his embarrassment passed, and second, because hello?... it was kissing Viggo.
Viggo slanted his mouth over Orlando's in soothing, lazy passes. Orlando gave and yielded and let Viggo move and tease, happy to react and respond and just feel. Without thinking, Orlando turned slightly, lifting his nearer leg over Viggo's knee, twisting to wind his arms around Viggo's neck.
Viggo moved the big box of condoms to the floor and shifted and turned so he could lower them both to the bed, and Orlando grabbed some much-needed oxygen before pulling Viggo's mouth back to his.
Viggo slipped one hand into Orlando's hair, caressing his scalp, combing long fingers through Orlando's hair. Orlando felt so... cared for, so wanted. Viggo made him feel all flowers and music and dancing and candles and -
“Cindy's graduation!” Orlando blurted into Viggo's mouth.
Viggo blinked.
“Er - ... geez, sorry,” Orlando muttered - he didn't know what was wrong with him! - but then brightened, remembering his hijacked train of thought. “I just remembered; I got you something!” He squirmed out from under Viggo and disappeared.
He returned with two boxes.
Wow, tonight's date was turning out to be sort of box-intensive.
Viggo sat up on the twin bed. He looked a little rumpled and a little frustrated, but mostly excited, Orlando thought. Hoped, anyway.
“Sorry I didn't wrap them,” he said, handing the first box to Viggo.
“Orlando, you don't have to buy me presents...” Viggo said politely, opening the box and reaching inside.
“They're candles, but not,” Orlando explained, excited. “My aunt Beth used them all over her patio at my cousin Cindy's graduation party last summer. They run on batteries, but they look really lifelike – the flame flickers and everything. And the really cool part is, you blow them on and off!”
Viggo grinned at him. “They're... they're wonderful!”
“You said that you liked the candlelight. In your studio. The other night... when – - when we were... there. Together.”
Orlando paused at the memory of that night, when Viggo had leaned him over the dresser and.... He inhaled shakily before going on. He touched Viggo's hand and gave it a hesitant squeeze.
“So I thought you might like to add these to your real candles. That way you have more of them, but these are safe to use near your art. They won't spill wax or burn your work, since they're not real.”
“That's... that's so thoughtful. Thank you, Orlando. I can't wait to use them.” Viggo looked at Orlando, then back down at the candles. He seemed a little surprised, but in a good way, Orlando thought.
“And then - – well, this is kind of stupid, but....” Orlando watched as Viggo opened the second box.
“It's an LED light that you hook up to your faucet. When you turn on the water, it looks like it's coming out this really pretty blue color. And if you turn it to hot, the water turns red. It's just light, though. I know it's goofy, but I thought it was kind of pretty, and I know that color is important to you, with your work and all. And it might make a nice night light for if you get up at night to use the bathroom, or - ”
Viggo hauled Orlando toward him, mouth first, and very effectively and sweetly silenced Orlando's nervous chatter.
Orlando managed to extract himself for a few seconds, enough to turn off the lamp on the nightstand and "blow on" the five new not-candles, lining them up romantically on the windowsill near the bed.
Viggo stood to turn down the bed covers. Then he returned his attention to Orlando, making Orlando's heart blink and stutter a little. He slowly undressed Orlando, stopping often to bestow a kiss to heated skin or a caress to shivering muscle.
They crawled beneath the covers then, and lay close and warm and naked together, and made love.
Orlando hadn't planned to fall asleep with the new not-candles “burning.” And he really hadn't planned on Josh coming home from the library late that night and seeing the not-candles “burning” in the windowsill. And he certainly hadn't planned to be so thoroughly, deeply, just-made-amazing-love-to-by-his-gorgeous-boyfriend-Viggo asleep as to not hear Josh quietly calling to him through his bedroom door, worrying about the “burning” candles. And he definitely hadn't planned on Josh finally having to creep quietly in to blow out the “burning” candles and getting an unexpected eyeful of Orlando and Viggo snuggled together on Orlando's twin bed, with the blue and orange plaid flannel bedspread thankfully covering all the private bits.
But even as Josh was playfully teasing Orlando with the details the next morning, and Orlando's cheeks were flaming, and Orlando's mind was wanting to perform a hard shutdown in mortification, Orlando realized something.
He realized it had been worth it.
ETA: continued here
*a/n: No, I'm not kidding! Melt 3 Tbs. butter in a skillet on medium-high heat. Add 1 ½ – 2 cups Cheerios (plain, not honey nut!). Stir often until browned. Pour into a bowl. Sprinkle with salt (or garlic salt if you like) to taste. Eat like popcorn. My grandma made this for my mom 50 years ago, and we have converted many along the way. :) It's delish, dude, I'm telling you.
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But even as Josh was playfully teasing Orlando with the details the next morning, and Orlando's cheeks were flaming, and Orlando's mind was wanting to perform a hard shutdown in mortification, Orlando realized something.
He realized it had been worth it.
Awwwwwwwwwww. I just *love* him. The way you've written Orlando, I just want to wrap him up and bring him home and feed him, or some other ridiculously mother hennish thing. Marvelous work! Keep it coming. :)
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I feel so terrible because as I'm reading I want to scoop Orlando up and rush him into things. I just want to SQUISH them and HUG them and put a little frilly apron (with a pocket protector) on Orlando and set them up for life someplace. I'm like "oh, just MOVE IN WITH VIGGO! It'll all work out! Just DO IT DO IT DO IT!!! You'll be so happy! You can adopt little geeky children! PLEASE!!!!" And then I have to calm myself down and finish reading.
It's terrible, I tell you. I should see someone about this obsession or something. ;P
Those were really neat little gadgets. My inner geek is wondering two things: 1) How did I miss that in the Think!Geek catalog, and 2) Wouldn't that be so awesomely cool (in a geeky way) to buy for my house too? Who DOESN'T need their faucet to glow red and blue? My kids will LOVE me. ;D
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i am seriously considering getting one of those faucet lights for my sister; she has 3 kids under age 5 and i know they would love it. if i do, i'll let you know!
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And when RL is getting to be too much, there's just nothing you can do, and it always takes precedence over feeding your hungry fic-lovers like myself. ;) If you ever need an ear to bend, drop me a line; I'm on every day and I'm a good listener. :) Maybe I can even help. *hugs*
Do let me know if you get her one of those faucet lights. They look so fun!! :D
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::huge hugs::
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I just love Viggo for being so nice to our admittedly very geeky boy. And thought the Vibrating Johnny was hilarious, especially as it so wouldn't work if the two of them tried to use it.
You do your research for geeky products very thoroughly, I must say. ;-)
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These guys are just so kind and sweet and so deserving of all the happiness they are finding in each other's presence.
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i'm not sure how realistic it is, but orlando's had a nice life so far; supportive family, decent friends, an encouraging atmosphere in which to grow up. except for the shy thing, he's a together, happy guy. i just can't seem to work much angst into this fic, or even want to. :)