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fic: Mountain - 1, Orlando - 0 (Viggo/Orlando, adult)
title: Mountain - 1, Orlando - 0.
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stormatdusk
pairing: viggo/orlando
rating: adult
warning: language, m/m sex, humor
disclaimer: this is only fiction
a/n: written fortaz34, danydadina, and sarkka2 for halloween. yes, months ago, that one. *headdesk* so sorry for the long delay.
why yes, it is ridiculously cold here. *shivers*
Orlando wheezed, exhausted but jubilant as his muscles strained to pull Viggo up the last few centimetres of the rockface.
They'd made it. They'd made it to the summit of Mount-Fucking-Everest. God, what a feeling!
Viggo struggled to his feet and blinked ice crystals from his lashes as he took in the unique vista before them. Orlando could see his eyes creased in happiness; Viggo was also smiling behind his oxygen mask.
They'd done it!
The feat was amazing on its own, of course; their names would now be added to the select few who'd completed this treacherous journey. Add in the fact that he and Viggo were not professional climbers and it became even more incredible. That they had done it on their own, without a guide, was nearly unbelievable.
Now here they were, on top of the world, just the two of them. Finally, they could fulfill Orlando's dream: To make love with the love of his life at the very summit of the planet.
They wouldn't be able to take things slowly, of course, due to the dangerous conditions, but Orlando didn't mind. Every time with Viggo was something he etched lovingly into his heart's catalogue of memories. Still, this time would be truly spectacular!
"Orlando," Viggo shouted, hoarse voice muffled by his balaclava and the whipping wind. "Are you sure? It's so cold; I don't want to hurt you!"
Orlando closed the distance between them, hoping the sparkle in his goggled eyes would be a clear enough response. He wanted this, more than anything.
They embraced briefly, their heavyweight parkas making it difficult to get a good grip on each other. Oxygen masks were pushed aside for a few careful pecks of near-frozen lips. Of course they'd been unable to shave since they began the long climb to the top several days before, and Orlando felt the icy crunch of Viggo's beard brush his tongue, the only part Orlando's face that had not numbed in the bitter cold.
It was time.
With gloved fingers thick and slow, Orlando worked a hand under the bottom of Viggo's parka. He pulled off one glove and found the fly of Viggo's heavily insulated snow pants, pushing through into the delicious warmth of Viggo's body. Viggo's startled gasp was a good octave higher than Orlando had expected, but he pressed on.
There. Orlando nearly sighed with a sense of relief and adoration. He'd worried to himself that perhaps Viggo wouldn’t quite be… in the mood... once they reached the summit, that perhaps the exhaustion and the miserable physical conditions would take their toll and claim Viggo's libido, thereby ruining Orlando's chances at fulfilling this dream. His heart leaped as the hard flesh in his hand proved otherwise. Viggo really did love him, really did want him, even now, even this much!
Orlando was a blessed man indeed.
Withdrawing his hand, Orlando quickly turned around and reached for his own snow pants. They had to do this quickly so they'd have enough time to start the descent and make the first camp before nightfall; being stranded up here at the peak overnight would mean certain death. He found the waistband, eagerly shoved the thick fabric down over his hips, and leaned back into Viggo's eager arms.
"BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" Orlando shrieked like a wet gremlin as the bitter Idaho air bit viciously at his bare arse.
Viggo jumped in surprise. "Orlando??"
"OHMYGOD IT'S FUCKING FREEZING OUT HERE!" Orlando wailed. He shoved Viggo's gloved hands off his hips and yanked frantically on the bunched-up pants around his thighs.
"But, but you wanted - - "
"WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME?? FUCK, MY FUCKING DICK'S FALLING OFF!!" Orlando started a strange speedy waddle down the little hill by the barn, his knees knocking together as he stumbled toward the cozily lit house.
"But what about your fantasy?" Viggo called, biting his lip not to grin at the sight of bare butt cheeks jiggling. "We came alllll the way to Everest!!"
"ONE MORE FUCKING COMMENT FROM YOU," Orlando threw over a shivering shoulder, "AND YOU WON'T BE CLIMBING MY FUCKING MOUNTAIN ANY FUCKING TIME SOON, YOU FUCKER!" Orlando slammed into the house and shrieked again as Sidi jumped up and licked his bare hip.
Smiling into the cold, Viggo turned a slow 360, taking in the majestic view one more time before beginning his descent. He stopped on the way in to collect an armload of firewood. It was looking like it might take more than some smooth talking and a cup of hot cocoa to warm up his lover tonight.
-end-
by:
stormatduskpairing: viggo/orlando
rating: adult
warning: language, m/m sex, humor
disclaimer: this is only fiction
a/n: written for
taz34, danydadina, and sarkka2 for halloween. yes, months ago, that one. *headdesk* so sorry for the long delay.why yes, it is ridiculously cold here. *shivers*
Orlando wheezed, exhausted but jubilant as his muscles strained to pull Viggo up the last few centimetres of the rockface.
They'd made it. They'd made it to the summit of Mount-Fucking-Everest. God, what a feeling!
Viggo struggled to his feet and blinked ice crystals from his lashes as he took in the unique vista before them. Orlando could see his eyes creased in happiness; Viggo was also smiling behind his oxygen mask.
They'd done it!
The feat was amazing on its own, of course; their names would now be added to the select few who'd completed this treacherous journey. Add in the fact that he and Viggo were not professional climbers and it became even more incredible. That they had done it on their own, without a guide, was nearly unbelievable.
Now here they were, on top of the world, just the two of them. Finally, they could fulfill Orlando's dream: To make love with the love of his life at the very summit of the planet.
They wouldn't be able to take things slowly, of course, due to the dangerous conditions, but Orlando didn't mind. Every time with Viggo was something he etched lovingly into his heart's catalogue of memories. Still, this time would be truly spectacular!
"Orlando," Viggo shouted, hoarse voice muffled by his balaclava and the whipping wind. "Are you sure? It's so cold; I don't want to hurt you!"
Orlando closed the distance between them, hoping the sparkle in his goggled eyes would be a clear enough response. He wanted this, more than anything.
They embraced briefly, their heavyweight parkas making it difficult to get a good grip on each other. Oxygen masks were pushed aside for a few careful pecks of near-frozen lips. Of course they'd been unable to shave since they began the long climb to the top several days before, and Orlando felt the icy crunch of Viggo's beard brush his tongue, the only part Orlando's face that had not numbed in the bitter cold.
It was time.
With gloved fingers thick and slow, Orlando worked a hand under the bottom of Viggo's parka. He pulled off one glove and found the fly of Viggo's heavily insulated snow pants, pushing through into the delicious warmth of Viggo's body. Viggo's startled gasp was a good octave higher than Orlando had expected, but he pressed on.
There. Orlando nearly sighed with a sense of relief and adoration. He'd worried to himself that perhaps Viggo wouldn’t quite be… in the mood... once they reached the summit, that perhaps the exhaustion and the miserable physical conditions would take their toll and claim Viggo's libido, thereby ruining Orlando's chances at fulfilling this dream. His heart leaped as the hard flesh in his hand proved otherwise. Viggo really did love him, really did want him, even now, even this much!
Orlando was a blessed man indeed.
Withdrawing his hand, Orlando quickly turned around and reached for his own snow pants. They had to do this quickly so they'd have enough time to start the descent and make the first camp before nightfall; being stranded up here at the peak overnight would mean certain death. He found the waistband, eagerly shoved the thick fabric down over his hips, and leaned back into Viggo's eager arms.
"BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" Orlando shrieked like a wet gremlin as the bitter Idaho air bit viciously at his bare arse.
Viggo jumped in surprise. "Orlando??"
"OHMYGOD IT'S FUCKING FREEZING OUT HERE!" Orlando wailed. He shoved Viggo's gloved hands off his hips and yanked frantically on the bunched-up pants around his thighs.
"But, but you wanted - - "
"WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME?? FUCK, MY FUCKING DICK'S FALLING OFF!!" Orlando started a strange speedy waddle down the little hill by the barn, his knees knocking together as he stumbled toward the cozily lit house.
"But what about your fantasy?" Viggo called, biting his lip not to grin at the sight of bare butt cheeks jiggling. "We came alllll the way to Everest!!"
"ONE MORE FUCKING COMMENT FROM YOU," Orlando threw over a shivering shoulder, "AND YOU WON'T BE CLIMBING MY FUCKING MOUNTAIN ANY FUCKING TIME SOON, YOU FUCKER!" Orlando slammed into the house and shrieked again as Sidi jumped up and licked his bare hip.
Smiling into the cold, Viggo turned a slow 360, taking in the majestic view one more time before beginning his descent. He stopped on the way in to collect an armload of firewood. It was looking like it might take more than some smooth talking and a cup of hot cocoa to warm up his lover tonight.
-end-
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He does not share my type of humor. Just as well. lol
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