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Geek!Orlando, Part 32 (Orlando/Viggo, adult)
title: Geek!Orlando, part 32
author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 31
a/n 2: icon by the loving and lovedgalor5
a/n 3: two longish posts in eight hours! *wiggles and dances* *falls over exhausted*
a/n 4: this is forshegollum. Everyone should have a shegollum in their life. I’m so glad Baxter did.
manip made by the very sweet and generousdesire_billy
“I think - - can we - -… we need to talk,” Orlando said unhappily.
It was really hard to know for sure without his glasses on, but Orlando thought Viggo’s face looked sort of strange.
“You want to… talk?” Viggo asked. He sounded kind of strange, too. Or maybe it was just because the bathroom was a little echo-y.
“Yeah; is that okay?” Orlando squinted. “I’ve got something I need to - - well, we should - - geez, yes. Talk. Please?”
“Yeah… sure…” Viggo murmured. “Are you - - do you want to get out?”
Orlando squint-blinked in confusion.
“Of the shower…. Do you want to get out of the shower?” Viggo asked. “So we can… talk?”
“Oh,” Orlando oh-ed. “Shoot, I didn’t think of that. I’m sort of sticky, and it feels nice. The water, I mean.” Orlando brightened a little. “Do you maybe want to get in with me?”
Viggo blinked, or at least Orlando thought it looked like he did. “In with - -… uh, okay….” Viggo skimmed out of his pajama pants and stepped into the bathtub.
Orlando smiled, carefully easing over to make room for Viggo in the spray of the shower as much as he could. Just the way Gorgeous Boyfriend Viggo’s body filled up the space with warmth and golden skin and that light mouth-watering scent made Orlando feel calmer and happier already.
But - - Viggo didn’t look… right. Now that he was so close, Orlando could see a little frown between Viggo’s eyebrows. Even when Viggo stuck his head under the spray, the water didn’t relax that little frown away. Orlando wondered if maybe Viggo had had a bad dream, too.
“Are you okay?” He stroked a warm hand down Viggo’s back.
Viggo pulled out of the spray. He nodded, slicking back his wet hair and mopping his face with both hands. He faced Orlando, blinking the water out of his eyes.
Okay, Orlando needed to just say this. If Viggo ended up with hurt feelings, Orlando would find some way to make it up to him. He would.
“Okay.” Orlando took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about… things. I need to tell you something, but I’m really worried that you’re going to feel bad, and I - -”
“It’s alright, Orlando,” Viggo interrupted quietly, his arms wrapped around himself. “You can just say what you need to say.”
“Um - - okay….” Orlando stammered. He could feel his cheeks heat up. “Last night - - well, it’s after midnight now, so… the other night… when we - - when I - - you know….”
Viggo looked up from the floor of the tub.
“When I - - geez, when I… topped? You know? I - - it was - - it was wonderful. It was amazing, Viggo. Really.” Orlando vaguely realized that if he did actually burst into flames from embarrassment, at least here in the shower was a good place to do it.
Viggo blinked.
“You were - - are - - just… just… well, so beautiful… and you felt - - feel - - so good… and I really, really liked it.” Geez, this was painful. Orlando could almost hear the sirens of the fire engines on their way to put out his face.
Viggo blinked.
“But I - - oh geez… I really - - I really - - don’t want to not have that other thing any more.” The words tumbled out quickly, and Orlando winced, finishing on a whisper that didn’t have a chance to be heard over the noise of the shower spray.
“What?” Viggo said.
Orlando bit his lip, laying hopeful hands on Viggo’s crossed arms. “I’m sorry, Viggo; honest, it was so, so great,” his voice spilled out of him now. “But I really don’t want to - - you know… all the time. Not because it wasn’t so great! Because it was! But - - I just so, so like - - oh god - - the other thing. You know? And I don’t want to lose that. I mean, I want to be fair to you, and I know it matters just as much what you want, but I just thought I should tell you what I was feeling….”
Orlando trailed off and squinted at Viggo. He felt a little shaky and cold, even with the steam of the shower all around him.
Viggo blinked.
“Wait,” Viggo said carefully. “Are you saying that you prefer bottoming?”
Geez, yes, that was it. Orlando thought it would be a lot easier if from now on, Viggo would just go ahead and articulate – a ha! – the stuff that Orlando was feeling. Viggo seemed to have a pretty good handle on it, and it would probably save them both a lot of time.
“Uh… yes?” Orlando blinked. Suddenly Viggo was just too far away, even though he was so near. He nudged against Viggo’s arms and they opened to admit him. He snuggled in tight against Viggo’s chest. “Yes. I really liked doing that - -topping. But I think I prefer bottoming. Not always. Just… mostly. Usually.”
Under Viggo’s slick skin, Orlando could feel Viggo’s heartbeat rabbiting away, just like his pet Netherland Dwarf’s heart used to race. Little three pound Kashi was always so cute and quiet and sweet. Well, except for that one time when Orlando stepped on her by accident, and she let out this huge nasally honking sound, sort of like a lighthouse foghorn or something. Who knew rabbits could honk?
“So that was… that’s what you wanted to tell me?” Viggo murmured, his arms tightening just a little around Orlando.
Orlando pulled back a little. “Yeah. Are you - - are you okay? Did I hurt your feelings?” He searched Viggo’s face, squinting a little out of habit.
Viggo inhaled and then exhaled such a big breath that Orlando had to grip Viggo’s shoulders a little to keep from shifting too much weight on his bad ankle.
“Orlando,” Viggo seemed to shiver. “I loved the other night. You felt amazing; you were so good, so gentle. I want to do that again, definitely.” He smiled. “But generally, I prefer topping.”
Orlando’s eyes got big. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”
Viggo nodded, and Orlando thought his eyes looked sort of wet. Well, duh; they were in the shower. Of course his eyes were wet.
Viggo liked topping! This was… this was so great!
“Oh, good!” Orlando breathed, hugging Viggo hard around his neck. “I’m so glad we can still… well - - oh, Viggo, I love the feeling of you inside me,” Orlando whispered.
Viggo was suddenly very still. “Say that… again.”
Orlando kissed the side of Viggo’s neck. “I love the feeling of you inside me,” he whispered again, this time right into Viggo’s ear.
Viggo hissed in a breath. “Again,” he demanded.
Orlando’s cock jolted awake at Viggo’s growl. “I love the feeling of you ins –”
Viggo slammed their mouths together and tried to suck out Orlando’s shyness. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.
In a very darn good way.
Suddenly the heat of Viggo’s naked, wet body pressed against him and the steamy shower pounding on them and Viggo’s mouth moving so urgently against his combined to create what must’ve been at least 16 gigs worth of adrenaline screaming around his nervous system.
Orlando sort of vibrated when he felt Viggo’s hand slide down his back and splay possessively over his butt. Viggo pressed his slippery middle finger against Orlando’s entrance and Orlando threw his head back, gasping.
“Oh god, Viggo, please!” he panted.
“God, yes,” Viggo’s voice was like a mating call, all animal and snarly. Orlando’s cock immediately put on a safari hat and rented a jeep.
Viggo slammed off the shower water and caveman-hauled Orlando out of the shower and into the bedroom, both of them soaking wet. Orlando hobbled happily with him, barely even feeling his bad ankle. He oofed sideways onto the bed, already reaching to caveman-haul Viggo down on top of him and attach their mouths again.
And there - - oh god - - Viggo’s finger was moving into him, warm and slick and thick, and Orlando gasped. After a few minutes the last of his self-control vanished, and he found himself pushing down onto Viggo’s fingers and moaning and writhing, sort of the same way Dom had reacted when the UPS guy finally delivered the LED belt buckle he’d ordered that one time.
Then - - oh god oh god - - Viggo was kneeling in front of him, sitting back on his heels, rolling on the condom and slicking it quickly. He moved into Orlando’s body, and Orlando felt the buttery slide and the exhilarating fullness and the soothing heat, and it was like… yeah, it was just…
It was just right.
Viggo leaned down to kiss Orlando, and again, and his shower-wet hair dripped onto Orlando’s chest, making little splashes that tickled. Orlando laughed when Viggo moved to lap them up. When his need overcame his giggles, he shifted his hips, impatient to feel Viggo moving into him. He let Viggo lift his calves to rest on Viggo’s shoulders, being especially careful with the sore ankle.
Viggo did move then, in long, smooth strokes, filling him, fulfilling him in a way that seemed a little bit new each time. Without thought, Orlando’s hips found Viggo’s rhythm, and he stretched and sighed. He couldn’t see Viggo as more than a blur, but he could hear his breathing, feel his hands as they slid over Orlando’s belly and chest and thighs, sense his… well, his Viggo-ness.
Viggo stopped moving, and Orlando’s eyes flew open. Viggo leaned down, his beautiful blue gaze pinning Orlando.
“Tell me again,” his breath ghosted over Orlando’s lips.
“I love the feeling of you inside me,” he whispered. Orlando stretched his neck up to meet Viggo’s mouth, licking at his lips, reaching for anything he could get.
Viggo growled and seized Orlando’s hips, hauling him onto his thighs. Orlando gasped and then cried out as Viggo began thrusting strong and fast, sending little gold jingles and jolts zipping between his cock and his brain. Orlando clutched at Viggo’s arms as he felt his orgasm nearing, babbling to Viggo and then there was - -
a rushing sound in his ears,
and Viggo pulsing inside him, gasping deep, guttural somethings,
and a white-yellow flash that Orlando thought was maybe a star going supernova.
Once Orlando had remembered he was in fact a human being and lived on a planet called Earth, he opened his eyes. Viggo was still inside him. He was crouched forward, resting his forehead on Orlando’s chest as it rose and fell in search of oxygen.
Orlando reached to stroke Viggo’s wet hair.
They cleaned up and moved to the tiny bed in Viggo’s spare room, to sleep there while Viggo’s bed dried overnight. Viggo’s arms wrapped around him more tightly than usual, it seemed, and Orlando contentedly snuggled back against him. Before he fell asleep, he made two mental notes:
1. Given tonight’s results, he was definitely going to talk to Viggo more.
2. He totally needed a new butt sign that said: Viggo, My Amazingly Nice And Gorgeous Boyfriend Who Prefers To Top, Was Here
ETA: continued here
author:
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 31
a/n 2: icon by the loving and loved
galor5a/n 3: two longish posts in eight hours! *wiggles and dances* *falls over exhausted*
a/n 4: this is for
shegollum. Everyone should have a shegollum in their life. I’m so glad Baxter did.manip made by the very sweet and generous
desire_billy“I think - - can we - -… we need to talk,” Orlando said unhappily.
It was really hard to know for sure without his glasses on, but Orlando thought Viggo’s face looked sort of strange.
“You want to… talk?” Viggo asked. He sounded kind of strange, too. Or maybe it was just because the bathroom was a little echo-y.
“Yeah; is that okay?” Orlando squinted. “I’ve got something I need to - - well, we should - - geez, yes. Talk. Please?”
“Yeah… sure…” Viggo murmured. “Are you - - do you want to get out?”
Orlando squint-blinked in confusion.
“Of the shower…. Do you want to get out of the shower?” Viggo asked. “So we can… talk?”
“Oh,” Orlando oh-ed. “Shoot, I didn’t think of that. I’m sort of sticky, and it feels nice. The water, I mean.” Orlando brightened a little. “Do you maybe want to get in with me?”
Viggo blinked, or at least Orlando thought it looked like he did. “In with - -… uh, okay….” Viggo skimmed out of his pajama pants and stepped into the bathtub.
Orlando smiled, carefully easing over to make room for Viggo in the spray of the shower as much as he could. Just the way Gorgeous Boyfriend Viggo’s body filled up the space with warmth and golden skin and that light mouth-watering scent made Orlando feel calmer and happier already.
But - - Viggo didn’t look… right. Now that he was so close, Orlando could see a little frown between Viggo’s eyebrows. Even when Viggo stuck his head under the spray, the water didn’t relax that little frown away. Orlando wondered if maybe Viggo had had a bad dream, too.
“Are you okay?” He stroked a warm hand down Viggo’s back.
Viggo pulled out of the spray. He nodded, slicking back his wet hair and mopping his face with both hands. He faced Orlando, blinking the water out of his eyes.
Okay, Orlando needed to just say this. If Viggo ended up with hurt feelings, Orlando would find some way to make it up to him. He would.
“Okay.” Orlando took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about… things. I need to tell you something, but I’m really worried that you’re going to feel bad, and I - -”
“It’s alright, Orlando,” Viggo interrupted quietly, his arms wrapped around himself. “You can just say what you need to say.”
“Um - - okay….” Orlando stammered. He could feel his cheeks heat up. “Last night - - well, it’s after midnight now, so… the other night… when we - - when I - - you know….”
Viggo looked up from the floor of the tub.
“When I - - geez, when I… topped? You know? I - - it was - - it was wonderful. It was amazing, Viggo. Really.” Orlando vaguely realized that if he did actually burst into flames from embarrassment, at least here in the shower was a good place to do it.
Viggo blinked.
“You were - - are - - just… just… well, so beautiful… and you felt - - feel - - so good… and I really, really liked it.” Geez, this was painful. Orlando could almost hear the sirens of the fire engines on their way to put out his face.
Viggo blinked.
“But I - - oh geez… I really - - I really - - don’t want to not have that other thing any more.” The words tumbled out quickly, and Orlando winced, finishing on a whisper that didn’t have a chance to be heard over the noise of the shower spray.
“What?” Viggo said.
Orlando bit his lip, laying hopeful hands on Viggo’s crossed arms. “I’m sorry, Viggo; honest, it was so, so great,” his voice spilled out of him now. “But I really don’t want to - - you know… all the time. Not because it wasn’t so great! Because it was! But - - I just so, so like - - oh god - - the other thing. You know? And I don’t want to lose that. I mean, I want to be fair to you, and I know it matters just as much what you want, but I just thought I should tell you what I was feeling….”
Orlando trailed off and squinted at Viggo. He felt a little shaky and cold, even with the steam of the shower all around him.
Viggo blinked.
“Wait,” Viggo said carefully. “Are you saying that you prefer bottoming?”
Geez, yes, that was it. Orlando thought it would be a lot easier if from now on, Viggo would just go ahead and articulate – a ha! – the stuff that Orlando was feeling. Viggo seemed to have a pretty good handle on it, and it would probably save them both a lot of time.
“Uh… yes?” Orlando blinked. Suddenly Viggo was just too far away, even though he was so near. He nudged against Viggo’s arms and they opened to admit him. He snuggled in tight against Viggo’s chest. “Yes. I really liked doing that - -topping. But I think I prefer bottoming. Not always. Just… mostly. Usually.”
Under Viggo’s slick skin, Orlando could feel Viggo’s heartbeat rabbiting away, just like his pet Netherland Dwarf’s heart used to race. Little three pound Kashi was always so cute and quiet and sweet. Well, except for that one time when Orlando stepped on her by accident, and she let out this huge nasally honking sound, sort of like a lighthouse foghorn or something. Who knew rabbits could honk?
“So that was… that’s what you wanted to tell me?” Viggo murmured, his arms tightening just a little around Orlando.
Orlando pulled back a little. “Yeah. Are you - - are you okay? Did I hurt your feelings?” He searched Viggo’s face, squinting a little out of habit.
Viggo inhaled and then exhaled such a big breath that Orlando had to grip Viggo’s shoulders a little to keep from shifting too much weight on his bad ankle.
“Orlando,” Viggo seemed to shiver. “I loved the other night. You felt amazing; you were so good, so gentle. I want to do that again, definitely.” He smiled. “But generally, I prefer topping.”
Orlando’s eyes got big. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”
Viggo nodded, and Orlando thought his eyes looked sort of wet. Well, duh; they were in the shower. Of course his eyes were wet.
Viggo liked topping! This was… this was so great!
“Oh, good!” Orlando breathed, hugging Viggo hard around his neck. “I’m so glad we can still… well - - oh, Viggo, I love the feeling of you inside me,” Orlando whispered.
Viggo was suddenly very still. “Say that… again.”
Orlando kissed the side of Viggo’s neck. “I love the feeling of you inside me,” he whispered again, this time right into Viggo’s ear.
Viggo hissed in a breath. “Again,” he demanded.
Orlando’s cock jolted awake at Viggo’s growl. “I love the feeling of you ins –”
Viggo slammed their mouths together and tried to suck out Orlando’s shyness. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.
In a very darn good way.
Suddenly the heat of Viggo’s naked, wet body pressed against him and the steamy shower pounding on them and Viggo’s mouth moving so urgently against his combined to create what must’ve been at least 16 gigs worth of adrenaline screaming around his nervous system.
Orlando sort of vibrated when he felt Viggo’s hand slide down his back and splay possessively over his butt. Viggo pressed his slippery middle finger against Orlando’s entrance and Orlando threw his head back, gasping.
“Oh god, Viggo, please!” he panted.
“God, yes,” Viggo’s voice was like a mating call, all animal and snarly. Orlando’s cock immediately put on a safari hat and rented a jeep.
Viggo slammed off the shower water and caveman-hauled Orlando out of the shower and into the bedroom, both of them soaking wet. Orlando hobbled happily with him, barely even feeling his bad ankle. He oofed sideways onto the bed, already reaching to caveman-haul Viggo down on top of him and attach their mouths again.
And there - - oh god - - Viggo’s finger was moving into him, warm and slick and thick, and Orlando gasped. After a few minutes the last of his self-control vanished, and he found himself pushing down onto Viggo’s fingers and moaning and writhing, sort of the same way Dom had reacted when the UPS guy finally delivered the LED belt buckle he’d ordered that one time.
Then - - oh god oh god - - Viggo was kneeling in front of him, sitting back on his heels, rolling on the condom and slicking it quickly. He moved into Orlando’s body, and Orlando felt the buttery slide and the exhilarating fullness and the soothing heat, and it was like… yeah, it was just…
It was just right.
Viggo leaned down to kiss Orlando, and again, and his shower-wet hair dripped onto Orlando’s chest, making little splashes that tickled. Orlando laughed when Viggo moved to lap them up. When his need overcame his giggles, he shifted his hips, impatient to feel Viggo moving into him. He let Viggo lift his calves to rest on Viggo’s shoulders, being especially careful with the sore ankle.
Viggo did move then, in long, smooth strokes, filling him, fulfilling him in a way that seemed a little bit new each time. Without thought, Orlando’s hips found Viggo’s rhythm, and he stretched and sighed. He couldn’t see Viggo as more than a blur, but he could hear his breathing, feel his hands as they slid over Orlando’s belly and chest and thighs, sense his… well, his Viggo-ness.
Viggo stopped moving, and Orlando’s eyes flew open. Viggo leaned down, his beautiful blue gaze pinning Orlando.
“Tell me again,” his breath ghosted over Orlando’s lips.
“I love the feeling of you inside me,” he whispered. Orlando stretched his neck up to meet Viggo’s mouth, licking at his lips, reaching for anything he could get.
Viggo growled and seized Orlando’s hips, hauling him onto his thighs. Orlando gasped and then cried out as Viggo began thrusting strong and fast, sending little gold jingles and jolts zipping between his cock and his brain. Orlando clutched at Viggo’s arms as he felt his orgasm nearing, babbling to Viggo and then there was - -
a rushing sound in his ears,
and Viggo pulsing inside him, gasping deep, guttural somethings,
and a white-yellow flash that Orlando thought was maybe a star going supernova.
Once Orlando had remembered he was in fact a human being and lived on a planet called Earth, he opened his eyes. Viggo was still inside him. He was crouched forward, resting his forehead on Orlando’s chest as it rose and fell in search of oxygen.
Orlando reached to stroke Viggo’s wet hair.
They cleaned up and moved to the tiny bed in Viggo’s spare room, to sleep there while Viggo’s bed dried overnight. Viggo’s arms wrapped around him more tightly than usual, it seemed, and Orlando contentedly snuggled back against him. Before he fell asleep, he made two mental notes:
1. Given tonight’s results, he was definitely going to talk to Viggo more.
2. He totally needed a new butt sign that said: Viggo, My Amazingly Nice And Gorgeous Boyfriend Who Prefers To Top, Was Here
ETA: continued here
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I love you so much. I have had... 4 hours sleep and I have to go to work for 12 hours after the scariest damn dream I ever had. At least now I'm going with a smile on my face!
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*cuddles up with the boys*
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*meeps in potential guilt* ;)
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*snort*
Viggo blinked.
“Wait,” Viggo said carefully. “Are you saying that you prefer bottoming?”
Poor poor Viggo. *snicker* Here he thought he was going to be given the "Lets be friends-I need space-Things are moving too fast" speech, in the shower no less. Hee hee.
I'm getting the feeling this series is starting to draw to a close so I started to ponder why I clicky-click the minute I see a new post. I love Geeky!Orlando who can be a bit clueless but never stupid, In-the-moment!Orlando right down to the not-so-buttery-tasting-Viggo, and Inner-space!Orlando who internal monologue veered towards the funny and strange but never crossed over to creepy.
Kudos!
what's next? :-)
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that you mentioned 'the talk' happening in the shower gave me great glee! hee.
a few chapters left, so you're right, we're getting down there. unfortunately, i can't type any more tonight because your comment has left me a bit jello-ed.
thank you!
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But if Orlando puts Viggo one more time through the emotional wringer, I'll cry with the man. I still adore Orlando, he's just so innocent and clueless, but my heart does bleed for Stoic!Viggo(accepting getting shot down naked, in the shower??)
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This is soooo good, I'm amazed and delighted that you keep writing more fabulous stuff, because I adore geek!Orlando. And stoic!Viggo, who manages to hang on for the ride :-)
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