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Title: It wasn’t supposed to be like this 10/15
Title: It wasn’t supposed to be like this 10/15
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daisuke_yoshiki
Pairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: *blissful sigh* I...can’t... just read... ^.~
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: So Viggo has a HUGE bathtub... so sue me. XD I dunno why, but this is my favorite chapter so far... *happy sigh*
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
Orlando scowled as he slammed his car door shut. He tried very hard not to slam the house door shut as well.
“Thank God, Orli! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you, you know. Just wandering off like that, bloody wanker.” Dom all but ran over to him. “You are all right aren’t you?”
Orlando repressed the urge to punch Dom. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”
“Well, where were you then?”
“And what if I told you it was none of your damn business where I went?” Orlando was just a tad annoyed.
“Whoa there, mate. I was just worried about you. No need to get all upset.” Dom backed away from Orlando with his hands up in surrender.
“If you must know, I went to go see Viggo.”
“Did you now? Huh. Well that’s just great! You remembered how to get there? Haven’t seen him around in a long time. How is the old guy?”
Orlando coughed. “Well, I didn’t actually see him. You see, I couldn’t remember how to get there so I just spent a couple of hours driving around town, hoping the next turn I took would jog my memory.”
Dom looked thoughtful. “You really want to see him that bad?”
“I think I have to, Dom.”
“Is that so? You remembering something there?”
“No,” he lied. He was beginning to remember more and more all the time. Most of it having to do with Viggo. He could only remember things about the others if Viggo was somehow involved too. He thought if he could just figure out what was going on between him and Viggo, he might just get his memory back and everything would return to normal for everyone.
“All right then. Let’s get you something to eat, since I’m sure you haven’t had anything today. After that, we’ll take ourselves a little drive over to Viggo’s place and see how he’s doing. Sounds good, yeah?”
Orlando looked down at the floor, trying to ignore that fluttering in his chest. “Yeah. Sounds great.”
“Good. Now get your elf ass over here and eat!”
An hour and a half later they pulled into Viggo’s driveway.
“His car’s here, but it sure doesn’t look like he’s home.”
Orlando shrugged and got out of the car. “Maybe he’s just sleeping or something.”
“Or maybe, just maybe...he’s DEAD!”
“Don’t even joke like that, Dom.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Look, are you sure you just want me to drop you off here? He may not even be home? What if something happens?”
“Yeah, mom, I’m sure. I’ve got your number, you’ve got mine. I’ll be fine. If something does happen, I’ll make sure I call you first, and then 911.”
Dom scowled. “Very funny.”
“Hey, you started it.” He smirked as he shut the car door. He made no move toward the house until Dom was out of sight.
He felt weird walking up to the house. When he got to the front door he knocked softly. When there was no response he knocked harder. He tried the doorbell, but it didn’t sound like it was working. He tried the doorknob, only to find it locked. He looked around. Viggo must keep a spare key around here somewhere.
Then something clicked. No, Viggo did not keep a spare key. He’d had one made, but said he didn’t need two. He’d given Orlando the other one. He looked at the company name on the lock and looked at his keys. He selected the one with the matching name and slid it in the keyhole. He unlocked the door and stepped into the darkness awaiting him.
“Viggo?” he called out. No response.
Orlando wrinkled his nose. The house needed airing out bad. He stepped into the living room and almost tripped over something. He looked down and gasped. Viggo was lying in a heap at his feet.
Orlando knelt down by the form of his friend. "Oh, God, Viggo, please don't be dead!" He rolled Viggo over and felt for a pulse. Orlando sighed in relief then wrinkled his nose. Viggo reeked of alcohol.
Viggo's stubble was way longer than usual. Was he wearing the same clothes from the day he last saw him at the hospital? Viggo's face was dark and shadowed. If the man had been getting any sleep, it sure didn't look like it.
He gently took hold of Viggo's shoulders and shook him lightly. "Viggo, hey. Wake up. It's Orlando. Aw come on, mate, just wake up. Please, Viggo! Aw Christ!"
He sat back and stared at Viggo for awhile. He then got up and went into the kitchen. He noted the lack of dishes lying around. When was the last time Viggo had eaten? He looked back into the living room. Maybe Viggo was worse off then he thought.
He poured a glass of water and walked back to Viggo. He set the glass just barely within his reach. He took a deep breath. "Sorry, Viggo." He knelt next to his friend and slapped him. Hard. No response. So he did it again.
This time Viggo moaned and rolled over facing away from Orlando. Then he promptly threw up. "Aw fuck, Viggo!" Orlando got up, ran back into the kitchen, and dug around until he came up with a rather large bowl. He grabbed the water pitcher and a washcloth as well. He took these things out to Viggo and knelt down beside him again.
He wet the cloth lightly and gently wiped Viggo's face. Viggo looked like he was about to throw up again so Orlando knelt behind Viggo, proping him up with his body. He held the bowl for Viggo and brushed the man's hair back when he'd finished.
After he'd wiped Viggo's face again he set the bowl down and reached for the glass. "Come on Viggo, it's just water." He coaxed Viggo's lips apart and let the water drip into his mouth. Viggo sloshed the liquid around a little before turning and spitting it out into the bowl. "Very good. Now drink some."
Viggo complied with no fuss whatsoever. After he managed a few swallows he shook his head and pushed the cup away. He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the man looking down at him. "Orlando?" he croaked.
"Shh, love, it's okay. I'm here." Orlando smoothed the hair away from Viggo's face.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered before loosing consciousness again.
Orlando leaned over and grabbed a pillow off the couch. He carefully extracted himself from under Viggo and placed the pillow under his head. “Okay, Bloom, think!” he muttered to himself. He should probably just call the hospital and they’d come take care of Viggo. As he watched the man, he knew he could never subject Viggo to such a thing. He’d just have to take care of Viggo himself.
He looked around. What should he do first? He looked down at Viggo. Right. Bath. He reached over and shook Viggo again. “Hey, Viggo, I need you to get up. You need a bath.”
Viggo groaned. “Don’t wanna. Too much work.”
“No it’s not. Come on, I’ll help.”
After several false starts, Orlando managed to get Viggo upright. He then half carried, half drug the man through the house to the bathroom. He managed to sit Viggo down on the toilet seat and leaned him against the wall.
He turned to the tub and turned the faucets on. He tested the water to make sure it would be neither too hot nor too cold. As the tub filled he began to remove Viggo’s clothing. He didn’t even want to think how long the man had been wearing them.
Viggo wore no shoes or socks so Orlando started with his shirt. He just wore a plain blue t-shirt with several paint stains. “Come on, Viggo, I need you to lift your arm for me.” He stroked the side of Viggo’s face tenderly.
Viggo opened one eye and looked at him warily. He slowly raised his arms. Orlando tried to ignore the shiver that went through the other man when his fingers brushed the skin beneath the shirt. Once the shirt was lifted over Viggo’s head, Orlando bundled it up and threw it out the door. “I hope you’re not too attached to these clothes.”
He then set to work on the jeans. His own hands were shaking as he reached for the button. He looked up and saw Viggo watching him with a clarity Orlando wasn’t sure the other man possessed in this state. He kept their eyes locked at he slowly unbuttoned the jeans and eased the zipper down. “Lift your hips,” he whispered softly. Viggo complied without a word.
Orlando broke eye contact as the moved to pull the pants of Viggo’s legs. He tried very hard not to look at the crotch right in front of his face. Tempting as it was, he refrained. Once the jeans were off, Orlando threw those out the door as well. He looked back at Viggo and noticed the man wore no type of underwear. Well that just made his job a little easier. Viggo’s eyes were once again shut.
Orlando turned the water off and tested the temperature again. Deciding that it was fine for Viggo turned and hauled the man to his feet. He had an extremely difficult time getting him into the bathtub. Once Viggo slid in and Orlando was sure the man wouldn’t drown himself, he set out to Viggo’s bedroom.
He pulled the sheets off the bed and dug around until he found another set. He made the bed quickly and picked all the clothes off the floor. Apparently Viggo had been wearing other clothes after all. Satisfied with his quick cleaning job he went back into the bathroom. Viggo was exactly as he’d left him.
Orlando tried to figure the best way to wash an intoxicated man. He finally decided on removing his own pants, socks, and shoes and sitting on the edge of the tub in his boxers, with his feet in the tub. He reached for the soap and worked up a lather in his hands. He reached down and placed Viggo’s arm on his lap. Orlando took his time, fingers lingering a little longer than necessary. He washed the other arm in the same manor.
He frowned when he though about washing the rest of him. That was going to be very difficult in his current position. He shrugged and removed his shirt and boxers and slid into the warm water. He took up the soap again and meticulously washed Viggo’s legs. His brow creased as he caught himself admiring every aspect of the legs he was supposed to be washing. He took each of Viggo’s feet in turn, running soapy hands all over the tops and bottoms lightly. He cleaned each toe separately, kissing each one as he finished.
He blushed a little and looked up at Viggo. His eyes were still closed and his head rested on the back of the tub. Why did he just do that?
Orlando maneuvered behind him and making him sit up. He very slowly washed Viggo’s back. He found himself more massaging Viggo’s back and shoulders more than cleaning them. He pulled out Viggo’s shampoo and poured a little into his hands. He worked that into a lather and worked it gently into Viggo’s hair. He gently massaged the scalp, smiling when Viggo moaned slightly. He carefully tilted Viggo’s head back and rinsed the shampoo out.
Then he paused. Now he had to wash the front. The thought of running his hands all over Viggo’s chest was making him a tad uncomfortable. He knew he had to get out from behind Viggo before he too knew how uncomfortable Orlando was getting. He willed his hardening erection away and leaned Viggo back against the tub’s edge.
He sighed. There was just no other way to do this. He straddled Viggo’s thighs and took up the soap once more. He ran his hands over Viggo’ chest and shuddered. He watched the nipples harden as he brushed over them. He resisted the urge to lean forward and lick one. His breath quickened as he watched the rivulets of water wash the suds away. He just couldn’t resist and ran his hands over Viggo’s chest once more, savoring every moment.
He took a washcloth off the shelf, dipped it into the water, and applied soap to it. He very carefully wiped off Viggo’s face. He studying every detail intently. He didn’t know whether or not he’d ever get the chance to get this close to this man ever again. He took extra care to wash Viggo’s ears. Once he had rinsed them he ran a finger around the outside edge. He jerked his hand away when Viggo shuddered.
That’s when he looked down. His eyes grew wide and snapped back to Viggo’s face. Viggo, however, remained motionless. His breathing hadn’t changed. His expression hadn’t changed. He was just sporting a throbbing erection.
Orlando had a brief moment of panic. It’s no big deal, he thought. Just wash it and forget the whole thing. It’s not like Viggo will remember anyway, right?. “Well here goes nothing,” he muttered. He soaped up his hand and slowly eased it around Viggo’s erection.
He was not sure who moaned louder, himself or Viggo. It just felt so good, so right, to hold Viggo so intimately. He slowly eased his hand up and down, twisting it slightly with each pass, making sure to clean it thoroughly. Yeah, right.. cleaning...
Viggo thrust his hips up into Orlando’s hand. Orlando ran his thumb over the now weeping head. His other hand reached down and fondled Viggo’s heavy sacs tenderly. He felt Viggo tense and looked up at him. He found himself staring back into deep blue eyes.
“I, uh, was just, um.” He knew he was turning the deepest shade of red possible. “Sorry.” Viggo said not a word and Orlando noticed his hands had not stopped their ministrations. “I’ll just... stop now.” He ceased his movements and began to pull his hands away.
Viggo’s hand snapped out and grabbed Orlando’s wrist. “Don’t stop,” he whispered.
Orlando groaned and redoubled his efforts. He removed his hands, only to wash off the soap. His hands returned, stroking Viggo’s cock with excruciating slowness. The hand that was massaging Viggo’s testicles slid lower into the water. His index finger gently massaged Viggo’s opening. He slowly slipped his finger past the ring of muscle, eyes locked with Viggo’s.
Viggo’s mouth opened in a gasp. Orlando worked his finger in and out, in time with his stroking of Viggo’s cock. He curled his finger and Viggo’s jaw clenched as stream after stream of pearly while fluid erupted from his cock, coating Orlando’s hand. Exhausted, he slumped back against the tub.
Orlando smiled and gently wiped away all evidence of Viggo’s orgasm. He struggled to help Viggo stand. Once he got him out of the bathtub, he drained the water. He pulled two oversized towels from the closet and used one to dry himself off quickly. He took his time drying Viggo off. He ran his hands up and down Viggo’s legs. He could feel Viggo shake when he kissed his inner thigh.
Once Viggo was dry, he helped him into the bedroom. He made him lay down in the fresh sheets. He smiled fondly as Viggo burrowed into the pillow. He pulled the blankets up around Viggo’s shoulders. He stood there watching the covers rise and fall as Viggo breathed. He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to Viggo’s lips before turning around.
He didn’t even take one step before he felt a hand encircle his wrist. He carefully turned around and saw Viggo watching him. “Stay.” With that one word Orlando extricated himself from Viggo and moved to the other side of the bed. He climbed in slowly and pulled the covers up to his neck. Viggo rolled over and molded himself to Orlando’s side.
Orlando quivered as puffs of air blew across his neck. He maneuvered himself so he held the older man. He closed his eyes and whispered softly, “Always.”
With a smile on his lips he drifted to sleep.
TBC
Author:
daisuke_yoshikiPairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: *blissful sigh* I...can’t... just read... ^.~
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: So Viggo has a HUGE bathtub... so sue me. XD I dunno why, but this is my favorite chapter so far... *happy sigh*
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
Orlando scowled as he slammed his car door shut. He tried very hard not to slam the house door shut as well.
“Thank God, Orli! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you, you know. Just wandering off like that, bloody wanker.” Dom all but ran over to him. “You are all right aren’t you?”
Orlando repressed the urge to punch Dom. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”
“Well, where were you then?”
“And what if I told you it was none of your damn business where I went?” Orlando was just a tad annoyed.
“Whoa there, mate. I was just worried about you. No need to get all upset.” Dom backed away from Orlando with his hands up in surrender.
“If you must know, I went to go see Viggo.”
“Did you now? Huh. Well that’s just great! You remembered how to get there? Haven’t seen him around in a long time. How is the old guy?”
Orlando coughed. “Well, I didn’t actually see him. You see, I couldn’t remember how to get there so I just spent a couple of hours driving around town, hoping the next turn I took would jog my memory.”
Dom looked thoughtful. “You really want to see him that bad?”
“I think I have to, Dom.”
“Is that so? You remembering something there?”
“No,” he lied. He was beginning to remember more and more all the time. Most of it having to do with Viggo. He could only remember things about the others if Viggo was somehow involved too. He thought if he could just figure out what was going on between him and Viggo, he might just get his memory back and everything would return to normal for everyone.
“All right then. Let’s get you something to eat, since I’m sure you haven’t had anything today. After that, we’ll take ourselves a little drive over to Viggo’s place and see how he’s doing. Sounds good, yeah?”
Orlando looked down at the floor, trying to ignore that fluttering in his chest. “Yeah. Sounds great.”
“Good. Now get your elf ass over here and eat!”
An hour and a half later they pulled into Viggo’s driveway.
“His car’s here, but it sure doesn’t look like he’s home.”
Orlando shrugged and got out of the car. “Maybe he’s just sleeping or something.”
“Or maybe, just maybe...he’s DEAD!”
“Don’t even joke like that, Dom.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Look, are you sure you just want me to drop you off here? He may not even be home? What if something happens?”
“Yeah, mom, I’m sure. I’ve got your number, you’ve got mine. I’ll be fine. If something does happen, I’ll make sure I call you first, and then 911.”
Dom scowled. “Very funny.”
“Hey, you started it.” He smirked as he shut the car door. He made no move toward the house until Dom was out of sight.
He felt weird walking up to the house. When he got to the front door he knocked softly. When there was no response he knocked harder. He tried the doorbell, but it didn’t sound like it was working. He tried the doorknob, only to find it locked. He looked around. Viggo must keep a spare key around here somewhere.
Then something clicked. No, Viggo did not keep a spare key. He’d had one made, but said he didn’t need two. He’d given Orlando the other one. He looked at the company name on the lock and looked at his keys. He selected the one with the matching name and slid it in the keyhole. He unlocked the door and stepped into the darkness awaiting him.
“Viggo?” he called out. No response.
Orlando wrinkled his nose. The house needed airing out bad. He stepped into the living room and almost tripped over something. He looked down and gasped. Viggo was lying in a heap at his feet.
Orlando knelt down by the form of his friend. "Oh, God, Viggo, please don't be dead!" He rolled Viggo over and felt for a pulse. Orlando sighed in relief then wrinkled his nose. Viggo reeked of alcohol.
Viggo's stubble was way longer than usual. Was he wearing the same clothes from the day he last saw him at the hospital? Viggo's face was dark and shadowed. If the man had been getting any sleep, it sure didn't look like it.
He gently took hold of Viggo's shoulders and shook him lightly. "Viggo, hey. Wake up. It's Orlando. Aw come on, mate, just wake up. Please, Viggo! Aw Christ!"
He sat back and stared at Viggo for awhile. He then got up and went into the kitchen. He noted the lack of dishes lying around. When was the last time Viggo had eaten? He looked back into the living room. Maybe Viggo was worse off then he thought.
He poured a glass of water and walked back to Viggo. He set the glass just barely within his reach. He took a deep breath. "Sorry, Viggo." He knelt next to his friend and slapped him. Hard. No response. So he did it again.
This time Viggo moaned and rolled over facing away from Orlando. Then he promptly threw up. "Aw fuck, Viggo!" Orlando got up, ran back into the kitchen, and dug around until he came up with a rather large bowl. He grabbed the water pitcher and a washcloth as well. He took these things out to Viggo and knelt down beside him again.
He wet the cloth lightly and gently wiped Viggo's face. Viggo looked like he was about to throw up again so Orlando knelt behind Viggo, proping him up with his body. He held the bowl for Viggo and brushed the man's hair back when he'd finished.
After he'd wiped Viggo's face again he set the bowl down and reached for the glass. "Come on Viggo, it's just water." He coaxed Viggo's lips apart and let the water drip into his mouth. Viggo sloshed the liquid around a little before turning and spitting it out into the bowl. "Very good. Now drink some."
Viggo complied with no fuss whatsoever. After he managed a few swallows he shook his head and pushed the cup away. He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the man looking down at him. "Orlando?" he croaked.
"Shh, love, it's okay. I'm here." Orlando smoothed the hair away from Viggo's face.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered before loosing consciousness again.
Orlando leaned over and grabbed a pillow off the couch. He carefully extracted himself from under Viggo and placed the pillow under his head. “Okay, Bloom, think!” he muttered to himself. He should probably just call the hospital and they’d come take care of Viggo. As he watched the man, he knew he could never subject Viggo to such a thing. He’d just have to take care of Viggo himself.
He looked around. What should he do first? He looked down at Viggo. Right. Bath. He reached over and shook Viggo again. “Hey, Viggo, I need you to get up. You need a bath.”
Viggo groaned. “Don’t wanna. Too much work.”
“No it’s not. Come on, I’ll help.”
After several false starts, Orlando managed to get Viggo upright. He then half carried, half drug the man through the house to the bathroom. He managed to sit Viggo down on the toilet seat and leaned him against the wall.
He turned to the tub and turned the faucets on. He tested the water to make sure it would be neither too hot nor too cold. As the tub filled he began to remove Viggo’s clothing. He didn’t even want to think how long the man had been wearing them.
Viggo wore no shoes or socks so Orlando started with his shirt. He just wore a plain blue t-shirt with several paint stains. “Come on, Viggo, I need you to lift your arm for me.” He stroked the side of Viggo’s face tenderly.
Viggo opened one eye and looked at him warily. He slowly raised his arms. Orlando tried to ignore the shiver that went through the other man when his fingers brushed the skin beneath the shirt. Once the shirt was lifted over Viggo’s head, Orlando bundled it up and threw it out the door. “I hope you’re not too attached to these clothes.”
He then set to work on the jeans. His own hands were shaking as he reached for the button. He looked up and saw Viggo watching him with a clarity Orlando wasn’t sure the other man possessed in this state. He kept their eyes locked at he slowly unbuttoned the jeans and eased the zipper down. “Lift your hips,” he whispered softly. Viggo complied without a word.
Orlando broke eye contact as the moved to pull the pants of Viggo’s legs. He tried very hard not to look at the crotch right in front of his face. Tempting as it was, he refrained. Once the jeans were off, Orlando threw those out the door as well. He looked back at Viggo and noticed the man wore no type of underwear. Well that just made his job a little easier. Viggo’s eyes were once again shut.
Orlando turned the water off and tested the temperature again. Deciding that it was fine for Viggo turned and hauled the man to his feet. He had an extremely difficult time getting him into the bathtub. Once Viggo slid in and Orlando was sure the man wouldn’t drown himself, he set out to Viggo’s bedroom.
He pulled the sheets off the bed and dug around until he found another set. He made the bed quickly and picked all the clothes off the floor. Apparently Viggo had been wearing other clothes after all. Satisfied with his quick cleaning job he went back into the bathroom. Viggo was exactly as he’d left him.
Orlando tried to figure the best way to wash an intoxicated man. He finally decided on removing his own pants, socks, and shoes and sitting on the edge of the tub in his boxers, with his feet in the tub. He reached for the soap and worked up a lather in his hands. He reached down and placed Viggo’s arm on his lap. Orlando took his time, fingers lingering a little longer than necessary. He washed the other arm in the same manor.
He frowned when he though about washing the rest of him. That was going to be very difficult in his current position. He shrugged and removed his shirt and boxers and slid into the warm water. He took up the soap again and meticulously washed Viggo’s legs. His brow creased as he caught himself admiring every aspect of the legs he was supposed to be washing. He took each of Viggo’s feet in turn, running soapy hands all over the tops and bottoms lightly. He cleaned each toe separately, kissing each one as he finished.
He blushed a little and looked up at Viggo. His eyes were still closed and his head rested on the back of the tub. Why did he just do that?
Orlando maneuvered behind him and making him sit up. He very slowly washed Viggo’s back. He found himself more massaging Viggo’s back and shoulders more than cleaning them. He pulled out Viggo’s shampoo and poured a little into his hands. He worked that into a lather and worked it gently into Viggo’s hair. He gently massaged the scalp, smiling when Viggo moaned slightly. He carefully tilted Viggo’s head back and rinsed the shampoo out.
Then he paused. Now he had to wash the front. The thought of running his hands all over Viggo’s chest was making him a tad uncomfortable. He knew he had to get out from behind Viggo before he too knew how uncomfortable Orlando was getting. He willed his hardening erection away and leaned Viggo back against the tub’s edge.
He sighed. There was just no other way to do this. He straddled Viggo’s thighs and took up the soap once more. He ran his hands over Viggo’ chest and shuddered. He watched the nipples harden as he brushed over them. He resisted the urge to lean forward and lick one. His breath quickened as he watched the rivulets of water wash the suds away. He just couldn’t resist and ran his hands over Viggo’s chest once more, savoring every moment.
He took a washcloth off the shelf, dipped it into the water, and applied soap to it. He very carefully wiped off Viggo’s face. He studying every detail intently. He didn’t know whether or not he’d ever get the chance to get this close to this man ever again. He took extra care to wash Viggo’s ears. Once he had rinsed them he ran a finger around the outside edge. He jerked his hand away when Viggo shuddered.
That’s when he looked down. His eyes grew wide and snapped back to Viggo’s face. Viggo, however, remained motionless. His breathing hadn’t changed. His expression hadn’t changed. He was just sporting a throbbing erection.
Orlando had a brief moment of panic. It’s no big deal, he thought. Just wash it and forget the whole thing. It’s not like Viggo will remember anyway, right?. “Well here goes nothing,” he muttered. He soaped up his hand and slowly eased it around Viggo’s erection.
He was not sure who moaned louder, himself or Viggo. It just felt so good, so right, to hold Viggo so intimately. He slowly eased his hand up and down, twisting it slightly with each pass, making sure to clean it thoroughly. Yeah, right.. cleaning...
Viggo thrust his hips up into Orlando’s hand. Orlando ran his thumb over the now weeping head. His other hand reached down and fondled Viggo’s heavy sacs tenderly. He felt Viggo tense and looked up at him. He found himself staring back into deep blue eyes.
“I, uh, was just, um.” He knew he was turning the deepest shade of red possible. “Sorry.” Viggo said not a word and Orlando noticed his hands had not stopped their ministrations. “I’ll just... stop now.” He ceased his movements and began to pull his hands away.
Viggo’s hand snapped out and grabbed Orlando’s wrist. “Don’t stop,” he whispered.
Orlando groaned and redoubled his efforts. He removed his hands, only to wash off the soap. His hands returned, stroking Viggo’s cock with excruciating slowness. The hand that was massaging Viggo’s testicles slid lower into the water. His index finger gently massaged Viggo’s opening. He slowly slipped his finger past the ring of muscle, eyes locked with Viggo’s.
Viggo’s mouth opened in a gasp. Orlando worked his finger in and out, in time with his stroking of Viggo’s cock. He curled his finger and Viggo’s jaw clenched as stream after stream of pearly while fluid erupted from his cock, coating Orlando’s hand. Exhausted, he slumped back against the tub.
Orlando smiled and gently wiped away all evidence of Viggo’s orgasm. He struggled to help Viggo stand. Once he got him out of the bathtub, he drained the water. He pulled two oversized towels from the closet and used one to dry himself off quickly. He took his time drying Viggo off. He ran his hands up and down Viggo’s legs. He could feel Viggo shake when he kissed his inner thigh.
Once Viggo was dry, he helped him into the bedroom. He made him lay down in the fresh sheets. He smiled fondly as Viggo burrowed into the pillow. He pulled the blankets up around Viggo’s shoulders. He stood there watching the covers rise and fall as Viggo breathed. He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to Viggo’s lips before turning around.
He didn’t even take one step before he felt a hand encircle his wrist. He carefully turned around and saw Viggo watching him. “Stay.” With that one word Orlando extricated himself from Viggo and moved to the other side of the bed. He climbed in slowly and pulled the covers up to his neck. Viggo rolled over and molded himself to Orlando’s side.
Orlando quivered as puffs of air blew across his neck. He maneuvered himself so he held the older man. He closed his eyes and whispered softly, “Always.”
With a smile on his lips he drifted to sleep.
TBC