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Geek Orlando, part 25 (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 24
a/n 2: icon by the muse-ically giftedalliwantisanelf
banner made by the lovelygalor5
Yep. He was officially a freak.
The sight of Viggo’s front door should not be making Orlando’s mouth water.
It was 9:30, and he’d finished with D&D and driven straight over here, even though Viggo wasn’t expecting him. And now he was parked in front of Viggo’s house, engine shut off. Just sitting here in his van in the dark, gazing longingly.
Basically, stalking Viggo.
Oh god.
Orlando might feel sort of cool and spy-ish if he wasn’t so pathetic. But no, James Bond would not be sitting in a dark green Plymouth Voyager being all stomach-skippy about his boyfriend. Daniel Craig would be free-running across a construction site and jumping off of cranes and all the other super-cool stuff they did in Casino Royale. Man. That movie had been the best Bond movie since… well, ever. Eva Green was super good, too, which was really neat, because Orlando hadn’t been so sure about her after seeing her in Kingdom of Heaven, until after he saw the Director’s Cut and realized that pretty much everybody did a great job in that movie except for the editors.
Anyway, as gorgeous as he was, Orlando couldn’t really see Viggo in the role of Bond Girl Vesper Lynd. Maybe it was the high heels.
He’d just seen Viggo this morning, for Pete’s sake. After they’d – - well… made love… last night, Viggo had slept over at Orlando’s house, snuggling close all night. Not that there was really an option to snuggle far, considering that Orlando’s bed was so little. But still.
Orlando should not be craving Viggo again already.
And this morning, Viggo had sort of licked and nuzzled at Orlando’s nipples until Orlando was squirming and humming and happily awake even before the Darth Vader theme of his alarm clock came on, and yeah, Viggo Licking was totally a better way to wake up than Darth Vader.
So Orlando should definitely not be aching for Viggo again already.
And this was… what – 13 hours ago?
He should totally not already need to see Viggo again!
But it was no use being logical about it. His cock was holding both its hands over its ears and singing, “LALALALALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU I CAN’T HEAR YOU LALALALALALALAAAA.”
Orlando was boggled. His dick had always been a nice, cooperative dick. Docile, even. It didn’t talk back. It was respectful. He could count on it to behave appropriately in public places. It didn’t throw food in restaurants. He could pretty much take it anywhere.
Now…
Now it was like… out of control. It was like those annoying couple of years when his sister had been going through the terrible twos. Sam would scream and stomp her feet and then hold her breath and try to turn blue, hoping that Orlando or their mom or stepdad would finally give in and give her whatever it was she was wanting.
Holy moly. Orlando’s dick had become a tantrumming two-year-old.
Resisting the urge to actually check to see if it was turning blue, Orlando got out of the van.
Viggo’s hello when he answered his phone sent a dangerously high power surge through Orlando’s CPU.
“Um, hi… Viggo?” Orlando stammered.
“Hello, Princess,” Viggo purred, and yep, Orlando was pretty sure his cock was blue. “Heading home after D&D?”
“Um… well,” he squeaked. “I was kinda thinking of… would it be okay… um - - if I stopped over?”
“Always, Orlando. You don’t have to ask. You’re always welcome.” Viggo’s voice was so smooth and creamy, Orlando could smell the butter right through the phone.
“Um, okay… that’s - … thanks, Viggo.” Orlando took a steadying breath. “Okay, well…. Um… ding dong. I guess.”
There was a pause and then Viggo opened the front door. He was grinning.
“Hi, you,” Viggo murmured into his phone. Gosh, Viggo’s eyes crinkled so nice when he was happy.
“Hi,” Orlando whispered into his phone, eyes big.
Viggo took Orlando’s hand and pulled him gently into the house. Orlando managed to bump at the door with his butt hard enough to close it before vigorously attaching his mouth to his gorgous boyfriend's.
There. His dick’s tantrum was subsiding already.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t not - - “ Orlando mumbled into Viggo’s mouth and his phone.
“S’okay, I’m glad - - “ Viggo mumbled into Orlando’s mouth and his phone.
“We could probably - - “ Orlando garbled into Viggo’s mouth and his phone.
“- - hang up now,” Viggo garbled into Orlando’s mouth and his phone.
They hung up and set the phones down, uh… somewhere… and slithered back around each other. Orlando thought it was a surprisingly accurate imitation of the courting moray eels he’d seen on PBS that one time.
“I want - - “ Viggo growled, into just Orlando’s mouth this time.
“Me too - - “ Orlando growled, into just Viggo’s mouth this time.
Then Viggo’s body was pressing Orlando up against the wall, and his mouth was pressing up against Orlando’s mouth, and his hands were quickly undoing the buttons on Orlando’s new blue shirt and Orlando’s belt and Orlando’s zipper. Orlando’s clutching hands managed to relinquish Viggo’s broad shoulders and attack Viggo’s shirt and Viggo’s belt and zipper.
Orlando’s dick was suddenly the happiest two year old at Toddler Town.
They kicked everything off and away and Orlando’s hands pulled Viggo’s torso back to his own, but wait –
- he stretched to set his glasses safely away, because he knew once they were close, once they were touching… just, oh god -
- and now Orlando pulled Viggo to him, and oh, oh, there was just nothing like that first moment of contact with Viggo’s skin. He’d swear he could hear an electric crack-sizzle, like when the transformer by their house had been blown by high winds, though he’d never seen any smoke from himself and Viggo. Yet. And then there was all that toasty warmth of skin, and the soft tickle of Viggo’s chest hair, and the gentle banging of Viggo’s heart behind his ribs.
It was wonderful.
Viggo bookended Orlando’s head with his big man-hands, and holy moly, Orlando loved it when he did that. Their hips found each other, and they both groaned, and Orlando’s two year old trantrumming cock decided to invite Viggo’s cock for a serious play date before naptime.
They slid down the wall, tongues and lips and hands busy and happy and achy and oh, not enough. They went to their knees on the thick rug, facing each other, kissing and stroking, breath coming faster each minute.
Viggo palmed his way down Orlando’s side, across the join of his thigh to a whisper-soft caress of Orlando’s balls, and Orlando gasped. Orlando’s forehead dropped to the moist heat of Viggo’s shoulder, and he spread his knees, reaching for the contact as Viggo continued smoothing over his inner thighs, over his aching sac, stroking back and forth maddeningly.
Viggo gasped a short breath and Orlando blinked in surprise, foggily realizing that his own fingers had been teasing at Viggo’s nipple. Oh god; being with Viggo made Orlando feel both so powerful and so completely helpless, all at once. It was even more addictive than Nabisco World Mah-jongg. He set out to make Viggo do that again, make that sound again.
Viggo took his hand away and Orlando nearly winced at the loss. Breaking off from Orlando’s mouth, Viggo the Hypnotizing Cobra held Orlando in his glittering gaze. Orlando could see how dilated Viggo’s pupils were, feel Viggo’s breath against his face. He wondered if he looked the same. He wondered if Viggo liked it.
Orlando watched mesmerized as Viggo lifted his own palm to his mouth and licked broad stripes across it. He lowered his hand and grasped Orlando’s cock, and Orlando cried out softly at the squeeze of warm damp. Eyes huge now, Orlando lifted his own hand, licking his palm wetly and reaching for Viggo’s cock.
Viggo’s Zen Joystick Cock, right in his hand, at the perfect angle.
In some small part of his brain, it occurred to Orlando that with each other’s cocks in their hands like joysticks, just like this, they could probably play a really wicked game of Space Invaders.
Naked Space Invaders.
Viggo shuffled forward a few perfect inches, and oh - - Viggo’s knee was between Orlando’s, and Orlando’s knee was between Viggo’s, and oh - - they were so close that it was almost like touching themselves, that good, but then, even better. Orlando stopped thinking and just let himself move, his hand squeezing a slow pull up Viggo’s cock, his hips hitching forward to press his cock into Viggo’s fist.
Oh god. They were - - oh… they were… doing it… to each other….
Oh, this was so hot.
Viggo’s hips were hitching faster, and Orlando squeezed a little harder, and Viggo jumped in his hand and sort of whimpered in his ear, and Orlando felt a rush of something come over him.
“Please,” Orlando rasped. “Let me see you, I want to see you….”
Viggo shuddered and shouted, and oh, oh! - - Viggo’s cock pulsed hard in Orlando’s fist. It was so amazing… so - - sensual, Orlando had to clutch at Viggo’s shoulder with his other hand, just to be closer.
His throat arching up, Viggo panted towards the ceiling for a few seconds before lowering his gaze, blinking heavily at Orlando.
Viggo kissed Orlando wetly, and Orlando kissed him back. He found himself smiling against Viggo’s delicious mouth, because Viggo… coming… like that? Was really. Cool.
Then Orlando’s dick remembered it hadn’t gotten to play with the best toy yet and threatened a serious tantrum.
Viggo took Orlando’s wet, sticky hand in his own, covered his fingers and his palm with the warm liquid, and moved back to Orlando’s cock. Orlando’s hips snapped forward, immediately, involuntarily, setting a desperate pace.
Oh god, Viggo’s fist felt incredible. So… tight.
So… hot....
So… tight... - - Oh… oh!
And then the sun exploded.
Brilliant little yellow pieces of it went flying off into every direction, hurtling into space, lighting icy white trails behind them as they rocketed away, scoring streaks of brightness that faded, faded, slowly, until finally everything went quiet and dark.
Or at least, normal again.
Gradually, Orlando realized that he and Viggo were lying on the rug, sticky and sweaty and panting. And smiling and relaxed and happy.
Orlando blinked up at the blurry ceiling, and a rewind of the last few minutes clicked on his head.
Viggo’s fist. It was so… warm. It had felt so good to just burrow... down... into it.
And when Viggo had squeezed tighter… guh – - it was so… tight.
Um. Uh.
Wait a minute.
Was that - -
Was that what… it… would feel like?
Like… if he were to… um, well - - do - - that, to Viggo?
Oh….
OH.
Oh god.
ETA: continued here
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 24
a/n 2: icon by the muse-ically gifted
alliwantisanelfbanner made by the lovely
galor5Yep. He was officially a freak.
The sight of Viggo’s front door should not be making Orlando’s mouth water.
It was 9:30, and he’d finished with D&D and driven straight over here, even though Viggo wasn’t expecting him. And now he was parked in front of Viggo’s house, engine shut off. Just sitting here in his van in the dark, gazing longingly.
Basically, stalking Viggo.
Oh god.
Orlando might feel sort of cool and spy-ish if he wasn’t so pathetic. But no, James Bond would not be sitting in a dark green Plymouth Voyager being all stomach-skippy about his boyfriend. Daniel Craig would be free-running across a construction site and jumping off of cranes and all the other super-cool stuff they did in Casino Royale. Man. That movie had been the best Bond movie since… well, ever. Eva Green was super good, too, which was really neat, because Orlando hadn’t been so sure about her after seeing her in Kingdom of Heaven, until after he saw the Director’s Cut and realized that pretty much everybody did a great job in that movie except for the editors.
Anyway, as gorgeous as he was, Orlando couldn’t really see Viggo in the role of Bond Girl Vesper Lynd. Maybe it was the high heels.
He’d just seen Viggo this morning, for Pete’s sake. After they’d – - well… made love… last night, Viggo had slept over at Orlando’s house, snuggling close all night. Not that there was really an option to snuggle far, considering that Orlando’s bed was so little. But still.
Orlando should not be craving Viggo again already.
And this morning, Viggo had sort of licked and nuzzled at Orlando’s nipples until Orlando was squirming and humming and happily awake even before the Darth Vader theme of his alarm clock came on, and yeah, Viggo Licking was totally a better way to wake up than Darth Vader.
So Orlando should definitely not be aching for Viggo again already.
And this was… what – 13 hours ago?
He should totally not already need to see Viggo again!
But it was no use being logical about it. His cock was holding both its hands over its ears and singing, “LALALALALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU I CAN’T HEAR YOU LALALALALALALAAAA.”
Orlando was boggled. His dick had always been a nice, cooperative dick. Docile, even. It didn’t talk back. It was respectful. He could count on it to behave appropriately in public places. It didn’t throw food in restaurants. He could pretty much take it anywhere.
Now…
Now it was like… out of control. It was like those annoying couple of years when his sister had been going through the terrible twos. Sam would scream and stomp her feet and then hold her breath and try to turn blue, hoping that Orlando or their mom or stepdad would finally give in and give her whatever it was she was wanting.
Holy moly. Orlando’s dick had become a tantrumming two-year-old.
Resisting the urge to actually check to see if it was turning blue, Orlando got out of the van.
Viggo’s hello when he answered his phone sent a dangerously high power surge through Orlando’s CPU.
“Um, hi… Viggo?” Orlando stammered.
“Hello, Princess,” Viggo purred, and yep, Orlando was pretty sure his cock was blue. “Heading home after D&D?”
“Um… well,” he squeaked. “I was kinda thinking of… would it be okay… um - - if I stopped over?”
“Always, Orlando. You don’t have to ask. You’re always welcome.” Viggo’s voice was so smooth and creamy, Orlando could smell the butter right through the phone.
“Um, okay… that’s - … thanks, Viggo.” Orlando took a steadying breath. “Okay, well…. Um… ding dong. I guess.”
There was a pause and then Viggo opened the front door. He was grinning.
“Hi, you,” Viggo murmured into his phone. Gosh, Viggo’s eyes crinkled so nice when he was happy.
“Hi,” Orlando whispered into his phone, eyes big.
Viggo took Orlando’s hand and pulled him gently into the house. Orlando managed to bump at the door with his butt hard enough to close it before vigorously attaching his mouth to his gorgous boyfriend's.
There. His dick’s tantrum was subsiding already.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t not - - “ Orlando mumbled into Viggo’s mouth and his phone.
“S’okay, I’m glad - - “ Viggo mumbled into Orlando’s mouth and his phone.
“We could probably - - “ Orlando garbled into Viggo’s mouth and his phone.
“- - hang up now,” Viggo garbled into Orlando’s mouth and his phone.
They hung up and set the phones down, uh… somewhere… and slithered back around each other. Orlando thought it was a surprisingly accurate imitation of the courting moray eels he’d seen on PBS that one time.
“I want - - “ Viggo growled, into just Orlando’s mouth this time.
“Me too - - “ Orlando growled, into just Viggo’s mouth this time.
Then Viggo’s body was pressing Orlando up against the wall, and his mouth was pressing up against Orlando’s mouth, and his hands were quickly undoing the buttons on Orlando’s new blue shirt and Orlando’s belt and Orlando’s zipper. Orlando’s clutching hands managed to relinquish Viggo’s broad shoulders and attack Viggo’s shirt and Viggo’s belt and zipper.
Orlando’s dick was suddenly the happiest two year old at Toddler Town.
They kicked everything off and away and Orlando’s hands pulled Viggo’s torso back to his own, but wait –
- he stretched to set his glasses safely away, because he knew once they were close, once they were touching… just, oh god -
- and now Orlando pulled Viggo to him, and oh, oh, there was just nothing like that first moment of contact with Viggo’s skin. He’d swear he could hear an electric crack-sizzle, like when the transformer by their house had been blown by high winds, though he’d never seen any smoke from himself and Viggo. Yet. And then there was all that toasty warmth of skin, and the soft tickle of Viggo’s chest hair, and the gentle banging of Viggo’s heart behind his ribs.
It was wonderful.
Viggo bookended Orlando’s head with his big man-hands, and holy moly, Orlando loved it when he did that. Their hips found each other, and they both groaned, and Orlando’s two year old trantrumming cock decided to invite Viggo’s cock for a serious play date before naptime.
They slid down the wall, tongues and lips and hands busy and happy and achy and oh, not enough. They went to their knees on the thick rug, facing each other, kissing and stroking, breath coming faster each minute.
Viggo palmed his way down Orlando’s side, across the join of his thigh to a whisper-soft caress of Orlando’s balls, and Orlando gasped. Orlando’s forehead dropped to the moist heat of Viggo’s shoulder, and he spread his knees, reaching for the contact as Viggo continued smoothing over his inner thighs, over his aching sac, stroking back and forth maddeningly.
Viggo gasped a short breath and Orlando blinked in surprise, foggily realizing that his own fingers had been teasing at Viggo’s nipple. Oh god; being with Viggo made Orlando feel both so powerful and so completely helpless, all at once. It was even more addictive than Nabisco World Mah-jongg. He set out to make Viggo do that again, make that sound again.
Viggo took his hand away and Orlando nearly winced at the loss. Breaking off from Orlando’s mouth, Viggo the Hypnotizing Cobra held Orlando in his glittering gaze. Orlando could see how dilated Viggo’s pupils were, feel Viggo’s breath against his face. He wondered if he looked the same. He wondered if Viggo liked it.
Orlando watched mesmerized as Viggo lifted his own palm to his mouth and licked broad stripes across it. He lowered his hand and grasped Orlando’s cock, and Orlando cried out softly at the squeeze of warm damp. Eyes huge now, Orlando lifted his own hand, licking his palm wetly and reaching for Viggo’s cock.
Viggo’s Zen Joystick Cock, right in his hand, at the perfect angle.
In some small part of his brain, it occurred to Orlando that with each other’s cocks in their hands like joysticks, just like this, they could probably play a really wicked game of Space Invaders.
Naked Space Invaders.
Viggo shuffled forward a few perfect inches, and oh - - Viggo’s knee was between Orlando’s, and Orlando’s knee was between Viggo’s, and oh - - they were so close that it was almost like touching themselves, that good, but then, even better. Orlando stopped thinking and just let himself move, his hand squeezing a slow pull up Viggo’s cock, his hips hitching forward to press his cock into Viggo’s fist.
Oh god. They were - - oh… they were… doing it… to each other….
Oh, this was so hot.
Viggo’s hips were hitching faster, and Orlando squeezed a little harder, and Viggo jumped in his hand and sort of whimpered in his ear, and Orlando felt a rush of something come over him.
“Please,” Orlando rasped. “Let me see you, I want to see you….”
Viggo shuddered and shouted, and oh, oh! - - Viggo’s cock pulsed hard in Orlando’s fist. It was so amazing… so - - sensual, Orlando had to clutch at Viggo’s shoulder with his other hand, just to be closer.
His throat arching up, Viggo panted towards the ceiling for a few seconds before lowering his gaze, blinking heavily at Orlando.
Viggo kissed Orlando wetly, and Orlando kissed him back. He found himself smiling against Viggo’s delicious mouth, because Viggo… coming… like that? Was really. Cool.
Then Orlando’s dick remembered it hadn’t gotten to play with the best toy yet and threatened a serious tantrum.
Viggo took Orlando’s wet, sticky hand in his own, covered his fingers and his palm with the warm liquid, and moved back to Orlando’s cock. Orlando’s hips snapped forward, immediately, involuntarily, setting a desperate pace.
Oh god, Viggo’s fist felt incredible. So… tight.
So… hot....
So… tight... - - Oh… oh!
And then the sun exploded.
Brilliant little yellow pieces of it went flying off into every direction, hurtling into space, lighting icy white trails behind them as they rocketed away, scoring streaks of brightness that faded, faded, slowly, until finally everything went quiet and dark.
Or at least, normal again.
Gradually, Orlando realized that he and Viggo were lying on the rug, sticky and sweaty and panting. And smiling and relaxed and happy.
Orlando blinked up at the blurry ceiling, and a rewind of the last few minutes clicked on his head.
Viggo’s fist. It was so… warm. It had felt so good to just burrow... down... into it.
And when Viggo had squeezed tighter… guh – - it was so… tight.
Um. Uh.
Wait a minute.
Was that - -
Was that what… it… would feel like?
Like… if he were to… um, well - - do - - that, to Viggo?
Oh….
OH.
Oh god.
ETA: continued here
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He could count on it to behave appropriately in public places. It didn’t throw food in restaurants. He could pretty much take it anywhere. *snorfle*
and lastly: Like… if he were to… um, well - - do - - that, to Viggo? this fic is like a warm place I love to curl up in at the end of the night... *hugs* rb
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Oh, and that Darth Vader thing? I love you. *watches again and again and again*
Is G!O going to get contacts? :-P
MORE SOON!
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not sure about contacts, but i think he's maybe possibly thinking about lasik.
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1. You are made of awesome.
2. Who knew geek smut could be SO HOT?
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1. thank you!
2. welcome!
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And I loved what happened last time when Orlando's train of thought went something like
Oh….
OH.
Oh god.
As ever, looking forward to the next part - a lot.
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By the way:
And then the sun exploded.
Brilliant little yellow pieces of it went flying off into every direction, hurtling into space, lighting icy white trails behind them as they rocketed away, scoring streaks of brightness that faded, faded, slowly, until finally everything went quiet and dark.
This is absolutely beautiful, my mind was just too, uhm, preoccupied by The Hotness last time I read this chapter to comment on it.
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thank you, a lot!
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1. Orlando defending Kingdom of Heaven. And he's right.
2. The term 'stomach-skippy'
3. That Orlando can't really see Viggo in high heels. Me neither. But I'll work on it.
4. That Orlando's alarm clock has the Darth Vader theme on it
5. That Viggo woke Orlando up by licking his nipple before the aforementioned alarm went off.
6. That Orlando's cock has hands and ears and sings to itself loudly.
7. That Orlando's cock is now behaving like a tantruming two-year old.
8. That Orlando's cock is now the happiest two-year old in Toddler Town.
9. That Orlando uses the phrase 'holy moly'
10. Naked Space Invaders. Not only do I love the idea, but more, I love that this is how Orlando's brain processes thoughts while holding Viggo's cock.
11. I loved your description of the sun exploding.
12. I loved Orlando's realization of what certain "other" activities might feel like.
13. Let's face it: I love the whole freakin' chapter.
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holy - - you had me at #1, girl. i had such twisted fun writing orlando defending 'himself' and KOH (and yes, totally, rightly so), and i believe you're the only person to have commented on that. so that alone gets you the orange roses. *hands you a big honkin' bunch of orange roses*
then i read the rest of your very generous comment and died all over again.
so not worthy. but i happily grovel at your sweet feet in gratitude.