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Geek!Orlando, part 26 (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 25
a/n 2: icon by the super-talentedgalor5
manip made by the very sweet and generousdesire_billy
It had been the World’s Worst Wednesday.
Orlando was over (well, mostly over) the weird toaster thing. But now, he seemed to have moved on to other things. Lots of other things. Things that made him think of doing… things… to Viggo.
And not just Viggo’s fist, this time.
Orlando’s cock had never noticed before how many… things… had… well, connotations.
He’d stopped at the bakery on the way to work this morning, since it was his turn to bring the Wednesday donuts. His cock had immediately begun thumping him on the stomach, eager to point out that most of those warm, soft donuts had… well… holes in them. Right there. Right in front of Orlando.
Many on shelves located conveniently at cock height.
And right over there was – oh god – an angelfood cake.
Despite the fact that his brain felt more glazed over than the donuts, Orlando had managed to pay for his purchase and stumble out of the bakery.
Next he pulled into the gas station. Some workmen were digging up the sidewalk nearby.
With a jackhammer.
Oh god.
Orlando managed to get the car to the pump and shut off the engine before he grabbed his cock and gave it a good talking-to. He had to sit there arguing with it for a few minutes until he finally seemed to have a handle on the situation.
Then he’d gotten out to gas up. He’d stuck the pump into the gas tank. And pulled it out again. And pushed it back in. And almost fallen over in a seizure.
He’d frantically hobble-jogged into the station, speeding past the decidedly wary-looking clerk and into the restroom, which – thank goodness – was empty, before his cock had shown Orlando exactly who was boss.
Oh god. He was such a pervert. How had he never known he was a pervert, before Viggo? He would’ve thought anyone who was this big of a pervert would know it, right from the start.
The rest of the day at work had been spent trying to avoid any thoughts of Viggo’s ass. He hadn’t even been able to look at the $600 La-Z-Boy floor model over in the Office Furniture department, much less sink into it for a quick few minutes off his feet when Karl wasn’t looking.
He’d never been so glad to leave work and get over to Viggo’s house.
---
They were kissing, and Orlando had a question.
But considering how long Orlando had been trying to get to the question part, it seemed the two things were about as compatible as running Mac OSX on a Dell laptop.
“Viggo?”
“Mmmmn.”
Nope, it didn’t look like he was going to be asking that question quite yet.
It wasn’t a particularly complicated question that Orlando wanted to ask. Just a few simple words strung together in English.
But Viggo’s mouth was sooo… distracting.
So were Viggo’s hands. Tonight they were making Viggo Circles along Orlando’s low back, and once in a while sliding up either side of Orlando’s spine, fingernails gently scratching away itches Orlando hadn’t even known were there.
So was Viggo’s scent, all toasty skin and buttery lips. Thank goodness he was over that super embarrassing toaster thing. Pretty much. Still, Viggo’s toast smell sent zingles to Orlando’s knees on a regular basis. Like, now, for example.
So was Viggo’s breathing. Especially how it got sort of jagged if Orlando pressed a little this way with his hips, or sort of gaspy if Orlando leaned a little that way with his chest. And sometimes, Viggo’s voice would moan out a little, in ways that made all the little hairs on the backs of Orlando’s legs stand up. Orlando’s mystery shopper cock gave Viggo’s jagged, gaspy, moany breathing very high marks for customer satisfaction.
Yep. Viggo was definitely distracting.
It was sort of like trying to get some work done on the computer – paying his bills or checking a customer’s repair history or something – but having lots of other windows open on the side. Distracting windows, like watching that guy make the amazing glowing ice bulb. And wow, that was cool music, too.
Or HOPL, because hello?... a programming languages family tree?? Orlando found himself getting a little giddy just thinking about it.
Or like the Manatee Cam at Homosassa Springs. Orlando had gotten hooked on manatees when his dad and stepmom had taken Sam and him there when they were kids. They’d gotten to go down in the fishbowl and watch the manatees float around and eat heads of lettuce right from the workers' hands. Orlando had been really excited when the park had hooked up a camera and put it live online. But geez, if he had the Manatee Cam window open, he couldn’t get anything else done. Even if the manatees were all off doing… whatever it was manatees did when they weren’t live on camera to the world – even when it was just murky water – Orlando would find himself just sitting there, gazing hopefully, waiting for it to refresh every 30 seconds….
Oh, oh, OH… was that a fin or a tail at the edge of the screen there?
Darn. Nope.
But there was always hope, 30 seconds later… 29… 28… 27….
Viggo wasn’t much like a manatee. Well, he was really gentle like a manatee. And Viggo had really pretty eyes, like manatees do.
How the heck had he gotten around to thinking about manatees, anyway?
Oh well; it wasn’t important, because yay, still kissing.
Viggo Kissing. Mmmmmm.
After a lot more kissing, Orlando tried to ask his question again. Not with any real gusto. Just sort of a shrugging, half-hearted, ‘it won’t be all that upsetting to me if this isn’t successful’ attempt. Sort of the same way he’d approached gym class in junior high.
“Viggo?”
“Mmmmmmnn.”
Oh, okay. Still kissing.
And there was a little bit of licking going on, too, right at the corner of Orlando’s mouth. Orlando loved it when Viggo did that.
Yeah, questions were important. But kissing was important, too. Very important. And Orlando was kind of starting to feel like an expert. He’d sure as heck had a lot of practice lately.
He was really starting to get the hang of swallowing now and then to avoid that too much spit issue. And he was usually able to manage breathing okay, now, too. Except when the kissing was also part of… well - - other things. Then Orlando was sometimes just too excited to remember the whole inhale-exhale part and eventually had to pull away and gulp for oxygen.
Thankfully, Viggo never seemed to mind. And he was always really helpful about practicing with Orlando.
Orlando wondered if he kept at kissing this much, maybe he’d get so good that he might even be able to come up with kissing techniques and kissing products. He might become the Bill Gates of Kissing. He could introduce MicroSoft Kissing for tender moments. And MicroHard kissing for when things are getting pretty frantic.
Oh god. There could be manuals. Kissing manuals.
If Orlando Gates got really creative, maybe he could come up with enough kissing products so that he could just keep kissing Viggo, no matter what else he was doing. It would just be research, research, research, 24/7.
Though whistling might be pretty complicated. And eating caramel apples.
Wait, wait, wait. There really was something Orlando wanted to ask about.
This time he extracted himself from Viggo’s arms a little, putting an actual few inches of actual space between them, before speaking.
“Um… Viggo?”
“Mmmmnn?” Viggo looked up at Orlando through the lazy fog of passion, licking his lips a little.
Well, this was just not working at all, if Orlando had to keep his resolve to actually be able to speak after seeing Viggo’s beautiful blue eyes. Orlando’s lips magneted back to Viggo’s for another kiss, and then another, because ohhh, Viggo’s eyes.
But this time, it was just… a few… more… seconds… there!… before he braced himself with his arms and pushed away again.
Finally – - docking clamps disengaged.
Orlando cleared his throat. “Viggo, um… do you… do you think we do this - - … too much?”
“Do what?” Viggo asked, his voice all sexy-soft. It made Orlando think of Aragorn’s voice when he was soothing Brego in the stables, before he told Eowyn to set the horse free. Orlando shivered a little at the sound of it, because Aragorn was pretty cute. Though he’d never tell Viggo that, not after how he’d teased Viggo about liking Legolas the other night.
And of course, Aragorn was no Mac from the Mac & PC ads.
Orlando shivered again, this time at the feeling of Viggo Fingers sliding over his jawline, down his throat.
“This,” Orlando wrestled his voice to cooperate, and inclined his head a little. “Kiss. And - - touch. And… stuff.” Orlando blushed.
Viggo blinked, focusing now. “If you feel we do, then we do,” he said, watching Orlando. Viggo moved to sit up from where they lay on the sofa.
Orlando’s brain tried to be helpful and let Viggo have some space, but his butt seemed determined to stay bodyguard-close to Viggo as they maneuvered up, and he somehow found himself sitting on Viggo’s lap.
Mmmmm. Viggo’s lap.
Oh, Viggo was talking.
“Are you uncomfortable, Orlando? Would you rather slow things down… between us?” Viggo’s forehead had a little crease in it that wasn’t usually there. Orlando had to squash the urge to reach out and smooth it away.
“Oh, gosh no!” Orlando blurted out emphatically, and felt his cheeks heat up. “I mean, I like - - we don’t have to - - slowing down would really - - argh!”
Orlando hit the power button and rebooted with a deep breath.
Viggo was watching him intently with that gorgeous blue gaze, and the sheer intensity of it made Orlando reach for one more big inhale-exhale. Hopefully Viggo was running was a two-for-one special on calming breaths tonight.
“I don’t think we do. Do it. Do this. Too much,” Orlando tripped. “I… I like it. Well, that’s not… I mean, I really like it. Really really. A lot.” Orlando sighed, finally deciding to quit while he was behind.
Viggo smiled, but his eyes didn’t crinkle. He still looked… serious, kind of.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Viggo said, almost as a question.
Orlando scrambled off Viggo’s lap and sat very close, pressing their thighs together, and grabbed Viggo’s hand with his own. “I don’t think it’s too much,” Orlando started. “Well, I don’t think I think it’s too much…. It’s more that… well… just, holy moly, Viggo! I think about it a lot. Like, a whole lot.”
Viggo blinked.
“I mean a LOT, Viggo,” he added. Orlando still wasn’t sure he was emphasizing it quite strongly enough.
Viggo blinked.
“It’s crazy, Viggo! I get up in the morning, and I’m thinking about it. And driving to work, and I’m thinking about it. And at work. And on my lunch break. And when I go to bed. And when I’m at D&D. And when I’m doing laundry!”
Viggo exhaled like he’d been holding his breath, and he smiled. This time he was crinkly around his eyes. Orlando immediately felt better.
“Just today, for instance!” Orlando powered up. “I always bring my lunch to work – Spam and Velveeta on white – and I eat in the break room. But today… I don’t know, the sun was out so nice, and I was thinking about you, and this, and I was just feeling… weird, and - -…”
“What?”
“I was craving a burger. Like, CRAVING it. I had a perfectly good Spam and Velveeta sitting in the break room refrigerator, and instead I made Elijah go out to Giganto Burger with me!”
Viggo grinned.
“And I ordered a Giant Giganto burger! With everything! A Giant Giganto burger with everything, Viggo!”
Viggo chuckled.
“And I wolfed it down, with Elijah sitting there staring at me, and then I was still hungry so I went up to the counter and got another one! Two Giant Giganto burgers, Viggo!!”
Orlando paused, reabsorbing the outrageousness of it all, before continuing.
“I was just feeling all happy and excited and sort of… well - - wishing it was tonight already. And thinking about when I kiss you and you make those little sounds…. And when I squeeze… well - - oh geez… when I squeeze your butt… and you sort of move against me…. And it made me feel all… gosh, I don’t know….”
Viggo sort of shifted on the sofa. He reached up and kind of petted Orlando’s head a few times, smiling. “Confident? Sexy?”
“Well, yeah… - - yeah, I guess so….” Orlando blinked, then blinked again. Is that what that feeling was? Wow. "But... do you think - - well, is it normal to be thinking about it all the time? I don’t know if I should be thinking about it… so much.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Orlando. I don’t do 'should' very much.” Viggo smiled and squeezed Orlando’s hand. “I decided a long time ago to let that go. As long as you're not hurting people, I think it's usually okay to do what feels good, what feels right, and the hell with 'should.' ”
Orlando thought about that.
Viggo played with a stray curl near Orlando’s ear. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. You’re pulled together; you know yourself well. What do you think? Do you feel like it’s too much?”
Orlando looked at Viggo, surprised. “You think I’m pulled together?”
“Sure I do,” Viggo said. “You’re a pretty happy guy in general, aren’t you? You have a family you love, who loves you. You have friends. You love what you do, and you do it very well. You’re compassionate, and warm, and kind to other people. You’re comfortable with who you are.”
Boy, this was a lot of information. Orlando processed at light speed.
“I’m shy, though,” he reminded Viggo.
Viggo smiled. “Yeah, you’re shy, when people are new. So what? It’s endearing. And sweet. And sexy. Very sexy.” Viggo’s hand curved behind Orlando’s neck; his thumb traced slowly over the shell of Orlando’s ear.
Ow. Could intense blushing actually hurt?
Viggo flopped back against the sofa and ran a hand through his hair. “When I was your age, I wasn’t those things. I wasn’t shy, that’s true. But I also wasn’t happy. I wasn’t comfortable with myself. I thought I should be different than what I was. So I did what I thought I 'should' do.”
“What did you think you should do?” Orlando whispered.
“Even as a kid, I loved to draw, paint, write. It was all I wanted to do. But my parents didn’t think that was the most practical sort of life for me.” Viggo shrugged. “So I did as they hoped, and became an accountant.”
Orlando’s jaw dropped a little. “You were… an accountant?”
Viggo nodded. “For seven years. I worked for my father’s business, and I had other clients.”
Orlando tried to picture Viggo behind a desk, in a suit and tie. He couldn’t do it. Geez, just this morning, he’d had a hard enough time just trying to imagine Viggo dressed at all. Instead, In His Head Viggo had been completely naked, bald-headed, sprawled out all sexy in Captain Picard’s chair on the bridge. Running his hands over his chest, and saying, “Make it soooooo.”
Ooo. Orlando wondered how Viggo would look with a big Worf forehead.
Wait. Was this why Viggo had gotten married?
Viggo nodded. “Getting married – it’s what people do, right? I did love Kelly, but I was living a lie, trying to fit that idea of who I thought I was supposed to be. If I had already accepted who I was, I could’ve saved us both a lot of pain.”
Viggo looked down at the floor, staring at some unseen memory. Orlando was quiet for a few moments, watching Viggo, feeling sad for him. “Why did you decide to change things?”
“I had a cousin – Jack – the same age as me. We grew up together, closer than brothers. He was killed in a car accident. After that, I realized that life was too short….”
“Oh, Viggo. I’m so sorry.” It sounded like Viggo had felt alone for a long time, once. Orlando wanted to hug him, wanted to remind him that he wasn’t alone any more. So he did. He wrapped his arms around Viggo and squeezed, and his lips found the warm space behind Viggo’s ear.
Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando, too. “Yeah, me too. I still miss Jack; he was an amazing person.”
They stayed like that for a while, just breathing together. Orlando pulled back to look at Viggo when he spoke again.
“So, I thought a lot after he died. I decided I wanted to just live, and let the 'shoulds' work themselves out. So eventually, I accepted that I’m gay, and Kelly and I split up, and I quit the career I never cared about, and I let myself be an artist.”
Orlando shook his head. “That was very brave of you, Viggo.” He leaned close and kissed Viggo’s mouth, chastely, warmly. Viggo blinked, tilting his head, looking at Orlando. Then he smiled.
And there it was again – that weird feeling that Orlando had forgotten something. Well... he was running low on peanut butter, but no, it wasn’t just ‘buy peanut butter.’ Well, whatever it was, it was gone again.
---
After even more kissing, they’d broken up to grab some dinner. A fast dinner. A really fast dinner. Still, Orlando could feel his cock drumming its fingers and rolling its eyes – well, its eye – at the delay.
Then Orlando was following Viggo down the hall to Gorgeous Viggo Funland, and his cock was happily waving its admission ticket the whole way to the bedroom.
Oh. Oh god. That’s right. Viggo had a butt.
A really, really gorgeous butt. And it was walking right in front of Orlando. Right. Now.
They fell onto the bed and Viggo began unbuttoning Orlando’s shirt, kissing his neck. It was wonderful. But…
Orlando took a big breath.
“Viggo?”
“Mmmmmn?” Viggo hummed into Orlando’s throat.
“I was thinking…”
“Mmmmmn?”
“I was thinking I might… want to try… throwing.”
Viggo pulled back, blinking in confusion.
“Um… when you - -“ Orlando stammered. “Remember before... when you talked about - - throwing and catching?”
Viggo’s eyes got wide.
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 25
a/n 2: icon by the super-talented
galor5manip made by the very sweet and generous
desire_billyIt had been the World’s Worst Wednesday.
Orlando was over (well, mostly over) the weird toaster thing. But now, he seemed to have moved on to other things. Lots of other things. Things that made him think of doing… things… to Viggo.
And not just Viggo’s fist, this time.
Orlando’s cock had never noticed before how many… things… had… well, connotations.
He’d stopped at the bakery on the way to work this morning, since it was his turn to bring the Wednesday donuts. His cock had immediately begun thumping him on the stomach, eager to point out that most of those warm, soft donuts had… well… holes in them. Right there. Right in front of Orlando.
Many on shelves located conveniently at cock height.
And right over there was – oh god – an angelfood cake.
Despite the fact that his brain felt more glazed over than the donuts, Orlando had managed to pay for his purchase and stumble out of the bakery.
Next he pulled into the gas station. Some workmen were digging up the sidewalk nearby.
With a jackhammer.
Oh god.
Orlando managed to get the car to the pump and shut off the engine before he grabbed his cock and gave it a good talking-to. He had to sit there arguing with it for a few minutes until he finally seemed to have a handle on the situation.
Then he’d gotten out to gas up. He’d stuck the pump into the gas tank. And pulled it out again. And pushed it back in. And almost fallen over in a seizure.
He’d frantically hobble-jogged into the station, speeding past the decidedly wary-looking clerk and into the restroom, which – thank goodness – was empty, before his cock had shown Orlando exactly who was boss.
Oh god. He was such a pervert. How had he never known he was a pervert, before Viggo? He would’ve thought anyone who was this big of a pervert would know it, right from the start.
The rest of the day at work had been spent trying to avoid any thoughts of Viggo’s ass. He hadn’t even been able to look at the $600 La-Z-Boy floor model over in the Office Furniture department, much less sink into it for a quick few minutes off his feet when Karl wasn’t looking.
He’d never been so glad to leave work and get over to Viggo’s house.
---
They were kissing, and Orlando had a question.
But considering how long Orlando had been trying to get to the question part, it seemed the two things were about as compatible as running Mac OSX on a Dell laptop.
“Viggo?”
“Mmmmn.”
Nope, it didn’t look like he was going to be asking that question quite yet.
It wasn’t a particularly complicated question that Orlando wanted to ask. Just a few simple words strung together in English.
But Viggo’s mouth was sooo… distracting.
So were Viggo’s hands. Tonight they were making Viggo Circles along Orlando’s low back, and once in a while sliding up either side of Orlando’s spine, fingernails gently scratching away itches Orlando hadn’t even known were there.
So was Viggo’s scent, all toasty skin and buttery lips. Thank goodness he was over that super embarrassing toaster thing. Pretty much. Still, Viggo’s toast smell sent zingles to Orlando’s knees on a regular basis. Like, now, for example.
So was Viggo’s breathing. Especially how it got sort of jagged if Orlando pressed a little this way with his hips, or sort of gaspy if Orlando leaned a little that way with his chest. And sometimes, Viggo’s voice would moan out a little, in ways that made all the little hairs on the backs of Orlando’s legs stand up. Orlando’s mystery shopper cock gave Viggo’s jagged, gaspy, moany breathing very high marks for customer satisfaction.
Yep. Viggo was definitely distracting.
It was sort of like trying to get some work done on the computer – paying his bills or checking a customer’s repair history or something – but having lots of other windows open on the side. Distracting windows, like watching that guy make the amazing glowing ice bulb. And wow, that was cool music, too.
Or HOPL, because hello?... a programming languages family tree?? Orlando found himself getting a little giddy just thinking about it.
Or like the Manatee Cam at Homosassa Springs. Orlando had gotten hooked on manatees when his dad and stepmom had taken Sam and him there when they were kids. They’d gotten to go down in the fishbowl and watch the manatees float around and eat heads of lettuce right from the workers' hands. Orlando had been really excited when the park had hooked up a camera and put it live online. But geez, if he had the Manatee Cam window open, he couldn’t get anything else done. Even if the manatees were all off doing… whatever it was manatees did when they weren’t live on camera to the world – even when it was just murky water – Orlando would find himself just sitting there, gazing hopefully, waiting for it to refresh every 30 seconds….
Oh, oh, OH… was that a fin or a tail at the edge of the screen there?
Darn. Nope.
But there was always hope, 30 seconds later… 29… 28… 27….
Viggo wasn’t much like a manatee. Well, he was really gentle like a manatee. And Viggo had really pretty eyes, like manatees do.
How the heck had he gotten around to thinking about manatees, anyway?
Oh well; it wasn’t important, because yay, still kissing.
Viggo Kissing. Mmmmmm.
After a lot more kissing, Orlando tried to ask his question again. Not with any real gusto. Just sort of a shrugging, half-hearted, ‘it won’t be all that upsetting to me if this isn’t successful’ attempt. Sort of the same way he’d approached gym class in junior high.
“Viggo?”
“Mmmmmmnn.”
Oh, okay. Still kissing.
And there was a little bit of licking going on, too, right at the corner of Orlando’s mouth. Orlando loved it when Viggo did that.
Yeah, questions were important. But kissing was important, too. Very important. And Orlando was kind of starting to feel like an expert. He’d sure as heck had a lot of practice lately.
He was really starting to get the hang of swallowing now and then to avoid that too much spit issue. And he was usually able to manage breathing okay, now, too. Except when the kissing was also part of… well - - other things. Then Orlando was sometimes just too excited to remember the whole inhale-exhale part and eventually had to pull away and gulp for oxygen.
Thankfully, Viggo never seemed to mind. And he was always really helpful about practicing with Orlando.
Orlando wondered if he kept at kissing this much, maybe he’d get so good that he might even be able to come up with kissing techniques and kissing products. He might become the Bill Gates of Kissing. He could introduce MicroSoft Kissing for tender moments. And MicroHard kissing for when things are getting pretty frantic.
Oh god. There could be manuals. Kissing manuals.
If Orlando Gates got really creative, maybe he could come up with enough kissing products so that he could just keep kissing Viggo, no matter what else he was doing. It would just be research, research, research, 24/7.
Though whistling might be pretty complicated. And eating caramel apples.
Wait, wait, wait. There really was something Orlando wanted to ask about.
This time he extracted himself from Viggo’s arms a little, putting an actual few inches of actual space between them, before speaking.
“Um… Viggo?”
“Mmmmnn?” Viggo looked up at Orlando through the lazy fog of passion, licking his lips a little.
Well, this was just not working at all, if Orlando had to keep his resolve to actually be able to speak after seeing Viggo’s beautiful blue eyes. Orlando’s lips magneted back to Viggo’s for another kiss, and then another, because ohhh, Viggo’s eyes.
But this time, it was just… a few… more… seconds… there!… before he braced himself with his arms and pushed away again.
Finally – - docking clamps disengaged.
Orlando cleared his throat. “Viggo, um… do you… do you think we do this - - … too much?”
“Do what?” Viggo asked, his voice all sexy-soft. It made Orlando think of Aragorn’s voice when he was soothing Brego in the stables, before he told Eowyn to set the horse free. Orlando shivered a little at the sound of it, because Aragorn was pretty cute. Though he’d never tell Viggo that, not after how he’d teased Viggo about liking Legolas the other night.
And of course, Aragorn was no Mac from the Mac & PC ads.
Orlando shivered again, this time at the feeling of Viggo Fingers sliding over his jawline, down his throat.
“This,” Orlando wrestled his voice to cooperate, and inclined his head a little. “Kiss. And - - touch. And… stuff.” Orlando blushed.
Viggo blinked, focusing now. “If you feel we do, then we do,” he said, watching Orlando. Viggo moved to sit up from where they lay on the sofa.
Orlando’s brain tried to be helpful and let Viggo have some space, but his butt seemed determined to stay bodyguard-close to Viggo as they maneuvered up, and he somehow found himself sitting on Viggo’s lap.
Mmmmm. Viggo’s lap.
Oh, Viggo was talking.
“Are you uncomfortable, Orlando? Would you rather slow things down… between us?” Viggo’s forehead had a little crease in it that wasn’t usually there. Orlando had to squash the urge to reach out and smooth it away.
“Oh, gosh no!” Orlando blurted out emphatically, and felt his cheeks heat up. “I mean, I like - - we don’t have to - - slowing down would really - - argh!”
Orlando hit the power button and rebooted with a deep breath.
Viggo was watching him intently with that gorgeous blue gaze, and the sheer intensity of it made Orlando reach for one more big inhale-exhale. Hopefully Viggo was running was a two-for-one special on calming breaths tonight.
“I don’t think we do. Do it. Do this. Too much,” Orlando tripped. “I… I like it. Well, that’s not… I mean, I really like it. Really really. A lot.” Orlando sighed, finally deciding to quit while he was behind.
Viggo smiled, but his eyes didn’t crinkle. He still looked… serious, kind of.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Viggo said, almost as a question.
Orlando scrambled off Viggo’s lap and sat very close, pressing their thighs together, and grabbed Viggo’s hand with his own. “I don’t think it’s too much,” Orlando started. “Well, I don’t think I think it’s too much…. It’s more that… well… just, holy moly, Viggo! I think about it a lot. Like, a whole lot.”
Viggo blinked.
“I mean a LOT, Viggo,” he added. Orlando still wasn’t sure he was emphasizing it quite strongly enough.
Viggo blinked.
“It’s crazy, Viggo! I get up in the morning, and I’m thinking about it. And driving to work, and I’m thinking about it. And at work. And on my lunch break. And when I go to bed. And when I’m at D&D. And when I’m doing laundry!”
Viggo exhaled like he’d been holding his breath, and he smiled. This time he was crinkly around his eyes. Orlando immediately felt better.
“Just today, for instance!” Orlando powered up. “I always bring my lunch to work – Spam and Velveeta on white – and I eat in the break room. But today… I don’t know, the sun was out so nice, and I was thinking about you, and this, and I was just feeling… weird, and - -…”
“What?”
“I was craving a burger. Like, CRAVING it. I had a perfectly good Spam and Velveeta sitting in the break room refrigerator, and instead I made Elijah go out to Giganto Burger with me!”
Viggo grinned.
“And I ordered a Giant Giganto burger! With everything! A Giant Giganto burger with everything, Viggo!”
Viggo chuckled.
“And I wolfed it down, with Elijah sitting there staring at me, and then I was still hungry so I went up to the counter and got another one! Two Giant Giganto burgers, Viggo!!”
Orlando paused, reabsorbing the outrageousness of it all, before continuing.
“I was just feeling all happy and excited and sort of… well - - wishing it was tonight already. And thinking about when I kiss you and you make those little sounds…. And when I squeeze… well - - oh geez… when I squeeze your butt… and you sort of move against me…. And it made me feel all… gosh, I don’t know….”
Viggo sort of shifted on the sofa. He reached up and kind of petted Orlando’s head a few times, smiling. “Confident? Sexy?”
“Well, yeah… - - yeah, I guess so….” Orlando blinked, then blinked again. Is that what that feeling was? Wow. "But... do you think - - well, is it normal to be thinking about it all the time? I don’t know if I should be thinking about it… so much.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Orlando. I don’t do 'should' very much.” Viggo smiled and squeezed Orlando’s hand. “I decided a long time ago to let that go. As long as you're not hurting people, I think it's usually okay to do what feels good, what feels right, and the hell with 'should.' ”
Orlando thought about that.
Viggo played with a stray curl near Orlando’s ear. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. You’re pulled together; you know yourself well. What do you think? Do you feel like it’s too much?”
Orlando looked at Viggo, surprised. “You think I’m pulled together?”
“Sure I do,” Viggo said. “You’re a pretty happy guy in general, aren’t you? You have a family you love, who loves you. You have friends. You love what you do, and you do it very well. You’re compassionate, and warm, and kind to other people. You’re comfortable with who you are.”
Boy, this was a lot of information. Orlando processed at light speed.
“I’m shy, though,” he reminded Viggo.
Viggo smiled. “Yeah, you’re shy, when people are new. So what? It’s endearing. And sweet. And sexy. Very sexy.” Viggo’s hand curved behind Orlando’s neck; his thumb traced slowly over the shell of Orlando’s ear.
Ow. Could intense blushing actually hurt?
Viggo flopped back against the sofa and ran a hand through his hair. “When I was your age, I wasn’t those things. I wasn’t shy, that’s true. But I also wasn’t happy. I wasn’t comfortable with myself. I thought I should be different than what I was. So I did what I thought I 'should' do.”
“What did you think you should do?” Orlando whispered.
“Even as a kid, I loved to draw, paint, write. It was all I wanted to do. But my parents didn’t think that was the most practical sort of life for me.” Viggo shrugged. “So I did as they hoped, and became an accountant.”
Orlando’s jaw dropped a little. “You were… an accountant?”
Viggo nodded. “For seven years. I worked for my father’s business, and I had other clients.”
Orlando tried to picture Viggo behind a desk, in a suit and tie. He couldn’t do it. Geez, just this morning, he’d had a hard enough time just trying to imagine Viggo dressed at all. Instead, In His Head Viggo had been completely naked, bald-headed, sprawled out all sexy in Captain Picard’s chair on the bridge. Running his hands over his chest, and saying, “Make it soooooo.”
Ooo. Orlando wondered how Viggo would look with a big Worf forehead.
Wait. Was this why Viggo had gotten married?
Viggo nodded. “Getting married – it’s what people do, right? I did love Kelly, but I was living a lie, trying to fit that idea of who I thought I was supposed to be. If I had already accepted who I was, I could’ve saved us both a lot of pain.”
Viggo looked down at the floor, staring at some unseen memory. Orlando was quiet for a few moments, watching Viggo, feeling sad for him. “Why did you decide to change things?”
“I had a cousin – Jack – the same age as me. We grew up together, closer than brothers. He was killed in a car accident. After that, I realized that life was too short….”
“Oh, Viggo. I’m so sorry.” It sounded like Viggo had felt alone for a long time, once. Orlando wanted to hug him, wanted to remind him that he wasn’t alone any more. So he did. He wrapped his arms around Viggo and squeezed, and his lips found the warm space behind Viggo’s ear.
Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando, too. “Yeah, me too. I still miss Jack; he was an amazing person.”
They stayed like that for a while, just breathing together. Orlando pulled back to look at Viggo when he spoke again.
“So, I thought a lot after he died. I decided I wanted to just live, and let the 'shoulds' work themselves out. So eventually, I accepted that I’m gay, and Kelly and I split up, and I quit the career I never cared about, and I let myself be an artist.”
Orlando shook his head. “That was very brave of you, Viggo.” He leaned close and kissed Viggo’s mouth, chastely, warmly. Viggo blinked, tilting his head, looking at Orlando. Then he smiled.
And there it was again – that weird feeling that Orlando had forgotten something. Well... he was running low on peanut butter, but no, it wasn’t just ‘buy peanut butter.’ Well, whatever it was, it was gone again.
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After even more kissing, they’d broken up to grab some dinner. A fast dinner. A really fast dinner. Still, Orlando could feel his cock drumming its fingers and rolling its eyes – well, its eye – at the delay.
Then Orlando was following Viggo down the hall to Gorgeous Viggo Funland, and his cock was happily waving its admission ticket the whole way to the bedroom.
Oh. Oh god. That’s right. Viggo had a butt.
A really, really gorgeous butt. And it was walking right in front of Orlando. Right. Now.
They fell onto the bed and Viggo began unbuttoning Orlando’s shirt, kissing his neck. It was wonderful. But…
Orlando took a big breath.
“Viggo?”
“Mmmmmn?” Viggo hummed into Orlando’s throat.
“I was thinking…”
“Mmmmmn?”
“I was thinking I might… want to try… throwing.”
Viggo pulled back, blinking in confusion.
“Um… when you - -“ Orlando stammered. “Remember before... when you talked about - - throwing and catching?”
Viggo’s eyes got wide.
ETA: continued here