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'Monday Evening' (3/?) V/O NC-17
Title: Monday Evening. (3/?)
Author: Melissa
E-mail: dr_dana_mulder42@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/tiniowien
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A private moment between Viggo and Orli. A section of it is captured on camera.
Disclaimer: I make no claims about anyone's sexual preference in real life. Nor their ability to use a video camera.
Feedback: You know me. Feedback whore here.
Notes: This is the third part of my camera series (which can be found in my journal). But you do not have to have read the previous parts to understand this.
Sort of a mini-chapter in this series. Consider it a teaser before the real camera smut I've been promising certain people.
~*~
Blackness. Sheer. Solid.
A crackle. Rattling.
Smothered laughter. Dull footsteps.
"He's gonna kill us if he finds us here." Elijah.
"What, just Viggo? They both will if you don't hurry up. Come on!" Dom.
"Okay, okay."
"C'mon!"
More rattling. A thump.
"Shit!"
"Fuck, Lij. Pick it up and put it there properly."
"I am! It slipped."
"You're drunk."
A snort, "Not half as much as you."
"Yeah, but this was *your* idea." A pause. "If it keeps falling off the shelf, don't put it there!"
A dull clunk, clacking and rustling. "You reckon they won't look in the wardrobe?" A swish of fabric.
"Nah. Okay, you sure it's all on properly?"
Footsteps leading away, "Yeah."
A pause.
Footsteps approaching. A rattle. A slide of plastic.
Muted yellow light. Dom's face and arm, close up.
A wobble. The image slides jerkily down his body as it's lowered to the floor.
Dom's sneakers fill the screen. The image is pushed back and a door pulled close to almost cover the frame.
The sneakers turn, "Lens cap, idiot."
A giggle from Elijah, "Whoops,"
The crunch of gravel from outside. The creak of a door sounds. "Oi! Quick! They're pulling up!" Billy's voice hisses.
Muffled thumps and chuckles and the feet dash from view, leaving the image devoid of movement.
A bed sits just across the small room facing the screen, lit only by a small yellow lamp, which reflects with a tiny white spot on the top left hand corner of the frame.
Minutes pass; the digital clock on the bedside table flicking over the red numbers silently.
The slam of a door hitting the wall.
A clunk and it bangs shut again.
Footsteps in an uneven rhythm.
Orlando stumbles in from the right of the frame, toeing off his shoes. Reaching arms out of shot, he drags Viggo into the image.
The pair kiss, Orli's arms wrapping about Viggo's shoulders. Viggo's hands land on Orli's waist, his thumbs hooking into the belt loops on his jeans as he tugs Orlando closer and continues to kiss him deeply.
Pulling back after a moment, he presses a light kiss to the other man's lips and glances over Orli's shoulder to the window behind him. The blinds are drawn.
"Did you see anyone outside as we came in?" he asks as Orli's hands slide up to play with his hair and the younger man dips his head to nip at his neck.
"Mmmm? Nope. Why?"
Viggo turns to kiss Orli's cheek, before sinking to his knees, "No reason. Just thought I saw something as we drove up."
Looking down to him, Orlando laughs, "I was somewhat... occupied during that time."
Viggo flicks open Orli's jeans and slides both them and his underwear down the Brit's legs, who places a hand on his shoulder as he steps out of them. "I'm surprised we didn't crash." he murmurs, slowly kissing Orli's upper thighs teasingly.
Orlando continues to watch him, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, popping them one by one and tugging the sides open as he goes, "I have absolute faith in your driving- oh! ...abilities."
His words become a hiss as Viggo moves up, his hands reaching around to cup the swell of his ass, and takes Orli's cock into his mouth.
Orlando's head lolls back and he lets the shirt slide down his arms, catching it before it falls to the floor and tossing it towards the wardrobe.
It lands on top of the image, rattling the frame, one corner becoming shadowed by a sleeve.
Orli's hands move to Viggo's head, tangling gently in the hair as he thrusts languidly, "Mmmm... you act like you've never had a blowjob in a car before."
Viggo pauses in his movements, Orlando's erection slipping glistening from between his lips as he sits back on his heels, a wry grin on his face, "Not when I've been the one driving the car at the time, no."
"First time for everything." Orli winks as he reaches down and tugs Viggo to his feet, kissing him. Hard.
The artist grabs Orli's hand and pulls him back a few steps to the bed, kneeling up onto the mattress. Orli reaches out and lifts Viggo's shirt over his head, tossing it over his shoulder. It lands in a lump of fabric in front of the screen.
The muscles in Orli's back shift under the dim light as he kneels up and pushes Viggo onto his back, moving to diverge him of his slacks and straddle his hips.
"I was thinking about having you like this all through dinner." he murmurs, reaching over just out of frame and coming up with a small tube, "The way you were enjoying that asparagus was sinful."
Viggo laughs and leans up on his elbows for a quick kiss, "My Orli. Jealous of a vegetable."
Orlando reaches down, his now slick fist wrapping around Viggo's erection, drawing a gasp from the other man, "Was not. I just wanted those lips of yours wrapped around me and not that bloody thing. God, I was so hard all that time."
Viggo arches up, then drops from his elbows back onto the pillows with a moan as Orlando's fingers set up a faster pace on his flesh, "Remind me to buy more asparagus when we go shopping tomorrow, then."
"Never mind that. Right now I want you inside me."
"Impatient Elf."
"Stuffy Human."
Viggo spreads his legs, raising and bending them at the knees so his feet lie flat on the bed, and Orlando kneels up, sliding a hand down his body to slip a slick finger inside himself. Then two. His head tilts to the side and his back arches slightly, his eyes closing. Viggo smiles.
Removing his fingers and bracing his hands -one on Viggo's upper arm, the other on his shoulder- Orli lowers himself onto the artist.
Viggo draws a deep breath and grasps the other man's hips in his hands after a moment -and a nod from Orli- and lifts the Brit up and down gently, sinking him further down on his erection, until he's fully sheathed.
Orlando's head tips back, his curls spilling back over his shoulders, mahogany against his bare tanned skin as he rides Viggo. The man beneath him thrusts his hips and moans softly, his hands leaving Orli's hips and falling, finding a grip on the sheets, Orlando's thighs, the pillows, anything to keep him grounded.
They settle on Orli's cock, stroking and swirling.
Orlando rolls his head forward and looks down to Viggo, his soft rocking movements keeping the hair in front of his eyes. He shakes it out of the way and leans down, his hands landing against the pillows on either side of Viggo's head. He swallows and pants softly as Viggo never ceases the movement of his hands, "All right. You were right," he breathes.
"About what?" Viggo's tone is husky and deep.
"About me being jealous. I couldn't help it. I like you all to myself." A grin flashes and his head dips to touch Viggo's.
A breathless laugh escapes Viggo and he presses up for a kiss, slow and lingering, "Well you have no reason to be."
"I know... I'm yours."
One hand raises to cup Orlando's cheek and Viggo nods, "Always, baby."
Orli's head dips back to kiss Viggo fiercely. He thrusts against Viggo and the artist gasps against his lips. Leaning back up, Orli rocks his hips in an increasingly faster pace. Sweat sparkles against his back as he moves. Viggo's hands never leave his cock, and he looks up to Orlando, licking his lips, "Come for me, angel."
Orlando's eyes slam shut and his back suddenly curls, the scar travelling the length of his spine catching the light for a moment as Viggo's name spills from his lips in a wracked cry.
A quick grin crosses Viggo's lips, and a moment later he becomes rigid, shudders rocking his frame as he grasps Orli's shoulders and pulls the now-limp Brit to him for a soft kiss.
They both lie there, softly panting, Viggo's hands tracing patterns on Orli's back until he rolls off Viggo a few minutes later and stands shakily, padding softly out of frame.
Returning moments later, he climbs back onto the bed and reaches down to draw the covers up and over their sweat-sheened bodies. Curling up next to the other man, his head comes to rest against his shoulder, and an arm winds about his chest.
Viggo stretches out an arm to his right and flicks the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.
Orlando murmurs in the gloom and Viggo chuckles.
On the bedside table the digital clock emits the only light, flicking through the hours until eventually a low-battery light flashes on in the bottom left corner of the frame and the screen blinks off.
Blackness. Pure. Impenetrable.
~*~
The End.
Author: Melissa
E-mail: dr_dana_mulder42@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/tiniowien
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A private moment between Viggo and Orli. A section of it is captured on camera.
Disclaimer: I make no claims about anyone's sexual preference in real life. Nor their ability to use a video camera.
Feedback: You know me. Feedback whore here.
Notes: This is the third part of my camera series (which can be found in my journal). But you do not have to have read the previous parts to understand this.
Sort of a mini-chapter in this series. Consider it a teaser before the real camera smut I've been promising certain people.
~*~
Blackness. Sheer. Solid.
A crackle. Rattling.
Smothered laughter. Dull footsteps.
"He's gonna kill us if he finds us here." Elijah.
"What, just Viggo? They both will if you don't hurry up. Come on!" Dom.
"Okay, okay."
"C'mon!"
More rattling. A thump.
"Shit!"
"Fuck, Lij. Pick it up and put it there properly."
"I am! It slipped."
"You're drunk."
A snort, "Not half as much as you."
"Yeah, but this was *your* idea." A pause. "If it keeps falling off the shelf, don't put it there!"
A dull clunk, clacking and rustling. "You reckon they won't look in the wardrobe?" A swish of fabric.
"Nah. Okay, you sure it's all on properly?"
Footsteps leading away, "Yeah."
A pause.
Footsteps approaching. A rattle. A slide of plastic.
Muted yellow light. Dom's face and arm, close up.
A wobble. The image slides jerkily down his body as it's lowered to the floor.
Dom's sneakers fill the screen. The image is pushed back and a door pulled close to almost cover the frame.
The sneakers turn, "Lens cap, idiot."
A giggle from Elijah, "Whoops,"
The crunch of gravel from outside. The creak of a door sounds. "Oi! Quick! They're pulling up!" Billy's voice hisses.
Muffled thumps and chuckles and the feet dash from view, leaving the image devoid of movement.
A bed sits just across the small room facing the screen, lit only by a small yellow lamp, which reflects with a tiny white spot on the top left hand corner of the frame.
Minutes pass; the digital clock on the bedside table flicking over the red numbers silently.
The slam of a door hitting the wall.
A clunk and it bangs shut again.
Footsteps in an uneven rhythm.
Orlando stumbles in from the right of the frame, toeing off his shoes. Reaching arms out of shot, he drags Viggo into the image.
The pair kiss, Orli's arms wrapping about Viggo's shoulders. Viggo's hands land on Orli's waist, his thumbs hooking into the belt loops on his jeans as he tugs Orlando closer and continues to kiss him deeply.
Pulling back after a moment, he presses a light kiss to the other man's lips and glances over Orli's shoulder to the window behind him. The blinds are drawn.
"Did you see anyone outside as we came in?" he asks as Orli's hands slide up to play with his hair and the younger man dips his head to nip at his neck.
"Mmmm? Nope. Why?"
Viggo turns to kiss Orli's cheek, before sinking to his knees, "No reason. Just thought I saw something as we drove up."
Looking down to him, Orlando laughs, "I was somewhat... occupied during that time."
Viggo flicks open Orli's jeans and slides both them and his underwear down the Brit's legs, who places a hand on his shoulder as he steps out of them. "I'm surprised we didn't crash." he murmurs, slowly kissing Orli's upper thighs teasingly.
Orlando continues to watch him, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, popping them one by one and tugging the sides open as he goes, "I have absolute faith in your driving- oh! ...abilities."
His words become a hiss as Viggo moves up, his hands reaching around to cup the swell of his ass, and takes Orli's cock into his mouth.
Orlando's head lolls back and he lets the shirt slide down his arms, catching it before it falls to the floor and tossing it towards the wardrobe.
It lands on top of the image, rattling the frame, one corner becoming shadowed by a sleeve.
Orli's hands move to Viggo's head, tangling gently in the hair as he thrusts languidly, "Mmmm... you act like you've never had a blowjob in a car before."
Viggo pauses in his movements, Orlando's erection slipping glistening from between his lips as he sits back on his heels, a wry grin on his face, "Not when I've been the one driving the car at the time, no."
"First time for everything." Orli winks as he reaches down and tugs Viggo to his feet, kissing him. Hard.
The artist grabs Orli's hand and pulls him back a few steps to the bed, kneeling up onto the mattress. Orli reaches out and lifts Viggo's shirt over his head, tossing it over his shoulder. It lands in a lump of fabric in front of the screen.
The muscles in Orli's back shift under the dim light as he kneels up and pushes Viggo onto his back, moving to diverge him of his slacks and straddle his hips.
"I was thinking about having you like this all through dinner." he murmurs, reaching over just out of frame and coming up with a small tube, "The way you were enjoying that asparagus was sinful."
Viggo laughs and leans up on his elbows for a quick kiss, "My Orli. Jealous of a vegetable."
Orlando reaches down, his now slick fist wrapping around Viggo's erection, drawing a gasp from the other man, "Was not. I just wanted those lips of yours wrapped around me and not that bloody thing. God, I was so hard all that time."
Viggo arches up, then drops from his elbows back onto the pillows with a moan as Orlando's fingers set up a faster pace on his flesh, "Remind me to buy more asparagus when we go shopping tomorrow, then."
"Never mind that. Right now I want you inside me."
"Impatient Elf."
"Stuffy Human."
Viggo spreads his legs, raising and bending them at the knees so his feet lie flat on the bed, and Orlando kneels up, sliding a hand down his body to slip a slick finger inside himself. Then two. His head tilts to the side and his back arches slightly, his eyes closing. Viggo smiles.
Removing his fingers and bracing his hands -one on Viggo's upper arm, the other on his shoulder- Orli lowers himself onto the artist.
Viggo draws a deep breath and grasps the other man's hips in his hands after a moment -and a nod from Orli- and lifts the Brit up and down gently, sinking him further down on his erection, until he's fully sheathed.
Orlando's head tips back, his curls spilling back over his shoulders, mahogany against his bare tanned skin as he rides Viggo. The man beneath him thrusts his hips and moans softly, his hands leaving Orli's hips and falling, finding a grip on the sheets, Orlando's thighs, the pillows, anything to keep him grounded.
They settle on Orli's cock, stroking and swirling.
Orlando rolls his head forward and looks down to Viggo, his soft rocking movements keeping the hair in front of his eyes. He shakes it out of the way and leans down, his hands landing against the pillows on either side of Viggo's head. He swallows and pants softly as Viggo never ceases the movement of his hands, "All right. You were right," he breathes.
"About what?" Viggo's tone is husky and deep.
"About me being jealous. I couldn't help it. I like you all to myself." A grin flashes and his head dips to touch Viggo's.
A breathless laugh escapes Viggo and he presses up for a kiss, slow and lingering, "Well you have no reason to be."
"I know... I'm yours."
One hand raises to cup Orlando's cheek and Viggo nods, "Always, baby."
Orli's head dips back to kiss Viggo fiercely. He thrusts against Viggo and the artist gasps against his lips. Leaning back up, Orli rocks his hips in an increasingly faster pace. Sweat sparkles against his back as he moves. Viggo's hands never leave his cock, and he looks up to Orlando, licking his lips, "Come for me, angel."
Orlando's eyes slam shut and his back suddenly curls, the scar travelling the length of his spine catching the light for a moment as Viggo's name spills from his lips in a wracked cry.
A quick grin crosses Viggo's lips, and a moment later he becomes rigid, shudders rocking his frame as he grasps Orli's shoulders and pulls the now-limp Brit to him for a soft kiss.
They both lie there, softly panting, Viggo's hands tracing patterns on Orli's back until he rolls off Viggo a few minutes later and stands shakily, padding softly out of frame.
Returning moments later, he climbs back onto the bed and reaches down to draw the covers up and over their sweat-sheened bodies. Curling up next to the other man, his head comes to rest against his shoulder, and an arm winds about his chest.
Viggo stretches out an arm to his right and flicks the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.
Orlando murmurs in the gloom and Viggo chuckles.
On the bedside table the digital clock emits the only light, flicking through the hours until eventually a low-battery light flashes on in the bottom left corner of the frame and the screen blinks off.
Blackness. Pure. Impenetrable.
~*~
The End.