*Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of this ever happened.
*This one's for Shun.
"Please, please don't tell me you want to leave," Orlando said. Whined, actually.
Viggo regarded him with amusement. "We've been in line twenty minutes and the movie doesn't start for another hour, Orli. I don't feel like waiting any longer."
Orlando would have jumped up and down in frustration if a warning look from Viggo, anticipating that very thing, hadn't stopped him. "But, Viggo, you promised you'd give me a special night. Don't tell me you've changed your mind about *that*?"
"I haven't changed my mind," Viggo assured him. "I haven't, in fact, made up my mind at all about what I'm going to do with you."
Lashes lowered over the brown eyes. "How about something devilish?" Orli suggested.
Viggo raised an eyebrow. "Devilish?"
Orlando laughed, throwing his head back. "Okay, fuck it: how about doing something outrageously illegal to me? I've a mind to get arrested tonight, old man."
Viggo just stared at him, admiring the laugh lines bracketing his mouth and the way the younger man's eyes crinkled at the corners. Desire made him bold. "Well, if we're going to get arrested, let's at least be charged with something obscene."
Which was probably the last thing he should have said around Orlando, of all people. That impish light was immediately in his eyes. The lithe body pushed up against Viggo's chest, slim hands sliding up to his shoulders and curving around his neck.
"Kiss me," Orli commanded. The corner of his mouth quirked. "And do it obscenely."
Viggo wasn't sure if he knew how to kiss obscenely, but he was more than willing to give it a shot. With Orli's tempting mouth waiting soft and moistened, how could he not? Viggo kissed him, finding Orli to be pliant and submissive beneath his lips. Orli opened to him on a sigh, inviting the older man to penetrate his mouth. Viggo did so eagerly, pushing his tongue into the hot wetness.
As he licked and tasted, his hands moved down to cup Orli's buttocks. He massaged the firm flesh, urging the younger man into the cradle of his hips. Orlando murmured something unintelligible, his head canting back as Viggo kissed him more forcefully. The arms around Viggo's neck tightened.
A car horn honked encouragement from the street. Self-conscious, Viggo tried to break off the kiss. But Orli convinced him otherwise, rotating his hips and teasing the older man with the hard bulge filling out his jeans. Viggo groaned and pulled Orli closer, rubbing their erections together roughly. Not even aware that he was doing it, he grabbed Orli's jean-clad buttocks and lifted, trying to get Orli to open up to him, climb him, hell...Viggo didn't know what he wanted, he just needed to get closer to Orlando. His hand slid to Orli's thigh, lifting the leg alongside his body even as Viggo thrust forward, hearing Orli moan--
"--a piece of that action. Oh, yeah."
The anonymous voice pierced Viggo's consciousness. Reality returned sluggishly. Jesus, what was he doing? He released Orli's leg and reached up to unwind the arms from around his neck, ignoring the groan of protest. Orli looked up dazedly when Viggo pulled back.
""Why--what's the matter?"
Viggo took a deep breath, stilling his heart against the sight of a very flushed, very turned-on Orlando. "Not here," he said under his breath.
Confusion crossed Orli's face. "Viggo, what? Don't tell me you're shy?" He waved a hand carelessly at the eyes that watched them. "Who bloody cares what these blokes think? They'd all shag either one of us, given the chance. Which I *won't* give them." He studied Viggo's face a moment, as if gauging his seriousness. Then he grabbed Viggo's hand. "Come on, then."
Viggo wanted to resist the pull of Orli's hand, but what was the use, anyway? Orlando got whatever he wanted and by the mischievous look on his face right now, was about to get it again. Half-afraid of where the younger man was taking him, Viggo allowed Orli to tug him out of the line and down the sidewalk. They skirted the side of the movie theater, voices and cars fading as they reached the end of the building. With a meaningful look, Orlando led him around the corner. Viggo froze when he realized where they were.
"You can't be serious," he said, scanning the dumpster lined street. "I am not going to molest you in an alley, of all places."
Orli turned to him, grinning. "You'd planned on molesting me? How fantastic. I can think of no better way to ensure our being arrested."
Viggo shook his head. He'd asked for this, hadn't he? Hooking up with Orlando was all or nothing. He had known that. He watched Orlando walk to a beat-up old car parked in a spot marked 'For Employees Only' and lean with his back against it, arms crossed. "Well? What are you waiting for? Molest me."
"Jesus, Orli. You never let up, do you?"
"And why should I?" Orli asked, bluntly. "Would you rather I be some boring, stiff-shirted old biddy or a craven, lust-filled pervert who wants very badly for you to bend me over this bonnet and do something wicked to me?"
Shock battled and lost to a growing desire in Viggo. He moved up to stand before the younger man, trapping Orli between the car and his body. "You've got a dirty mind, Orlando," he muttered, tracing the wide mouth with his finger. "Where do you come up with this stuff?"
Orli's eyelids lowered to half-mast. "Someone has to. If I left it up to you, we'd be sitting at home reading the newspaper." He flicked his tongue out to lick the other man's finger. "I've got needs, Viggo. And right now, I need you."
Viggo arched an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, sometimes the choice is not always up to you."
Something glittered in Orli's eyes. "What if I took matters into my own hands?"
"You could try --"
Before Viggo could finish, Orli abruply slipped sideways from his grasp and came up quickly behind the older man. The tip of a finger pressed into Viggo's back between his shoulder blades. Orli's breath fanned his ear.
"Guess what, old man? You're under arrest for unfairly resisting me." Orli's finger poked him with emphasis. "Hold still while I search you."
A foot kicked Viggo's legs apart. Somewhat startled, Viggo allowed himself to be pushed up against the car, his arms braced on the roof. "This is a bit childish, don't you think?"
Orli's fingers threaded through his hair and tightened -- not painfully, but more firmly than Viggo was expecting. "I'm afraid I must ask you to be quiet while I frisk you," Orli murmured in a voice completely devoid of teasing. "In other words, Viggo, shut the fuck up and don't move."
Surprised more than anything, Viggo kept still as slender hands slid around to his chest. Orli's hands were hot; they burned Viggo's skin through the cloth that separated them. Viggo felt his lower body begin to stir as nimble fingers quickly undid the buttons on his shirt and crept beneath.Viggo gasped as his nipples were simultaneously squeezed between Orli's fingers.
"Do you like that?" Orli murmured against the back of his neck. He pinched the sensitive nubs hard, rolling them between his fingertips. "Like a little pain with your pleasure, hmm?"
"Not particularly," Viggo muttered, but he could deal with the small hurts because he was intrigued by this new side of his lover.
"Oh, come on, Viggo," Orli breathed. His nails dug into the pebbled flesh, eliciting a hiss from the older man. "Doesn't this turn you on...just a little?"
Viggo smiled, knowing Orli couldn't see it. "What turns me on is the thought that *you* must like it," he said huskily. "You know what they say about doing unto others what you'd like done to yourself."The fingers on his skin paused. "Got a little masochistic streak do you, Orli?"
Orlando shoved up hard against Viggo's buttocks. "This is *my* game, old man." He was trying to make his voice sound rough, but the tremor of arousal ruined the effect. He thrust against Viggo's jeans, rubbing the hard bulge of his erection against the older man. "We're playing this my way, Viggo. Got that?"
Viggo groaned at the feel of the hard column of flesh. His own arousal pressed somewhat painfully against the car door. "You like playing this?" he asked in a thick voice. "Like the bad cop thing?"
Orli rolled his hips, his panting breath fanning across the back of Viggo's neck. "Oh, bloody hell, yeah."
Viggo reached down and took hold the wrists wrapped around his chest. "Then let's play this game the way it's meant to be played. The way you really want it to be played." Before Orli could react, he yanked one of the arms, pulling Orli in front of him. He grabbed the younger man by the shoulders and pushed him face-down over the hood of the car.
"Viggo!" Orli protested, "this isn't how it's supposed to go!"
Viggo settled atop his back, letting his weight crush Orlando into the cool metal. "No," he whispered into the younger man's ear, "but I think we'll both enjoy this way much better."
He worked a hand between Orlando's body and the car, sliding down to the bulge in his jeans. Viggo squeezed lightly and was rewarded with Orlando's deep groan. The dark lashes lowered in surrender. "Viggo..." he sighed.
Viggo threw a quick glance up and down the alley. This was absolutely nuts. Anyone could round the corner and see them. Hell, call the police on them. But then his eyes returned to the young body laid out so invitingly across the car. Orli's utter submissiveness made Viggo rock hard with need. Fuck it. Orli had wanted a reason to get arrested. He may just get it.
Roughly, he jerked Orli's jeans open. The urgency in his movements made the brown eyes shoot open with momentary alarm. When Viggo pushed a hand into his jeans, however, those wide eyes darkened with something else. Orli moaned as Viggo worked his hand deeper between his thighs. Viggo's hand curled around the stiff length of Orli's erection, squeezing. Silken liquid coated his thumb as he rubbed it back and forth over the tip.
"Oh, Viggo," Orli panted, pushing himself into the other man's hand. "Feels so good."
Viggo dropped his head, lightly nipping at the back of Orli's nape where the curls were beginning to cling with dampness. "Want me to make it feel even better?"
Orli moaned, thrusting his hips. "Oh, yeah. Make it better, Viggo. Please."
With his free hand, Viggo yanked Orli's shirt from his jeans and shoved it up beneath his arms. His hand slid beneath the smooth chest to a small bud, already tight with arousal. Mimicking the other's earlier actions, he squeezed Orli's nipple as hard as he could between his fingers.
"God!" Orli cried, arching off the hood. His hips pushed back almost blindly, seeking Viggo's body. "Fuck that hurts, but..." he trailed off, biting his lip.
"Want me to do it again?" Viggo murmured against his ear. He squeezed the cock in his hand teasingly.
"Oh, yes," Orli moaned. "Do it again. Harder."
Aroused like he couldn't believe, Viggo pinched the sensitive tip until he had Orli twisting beneath him. Soft whimpers slipped from Orli's lips. The stiff flesh in Viggo's hand throbbed with desire and became even harder. Viggo stroked the younger man's length, milking more liquid from the swollen tip, bringing pleasure with one hand and pain with the other.
Orli shivered beneath him, his eyes clenched shut as he moaned into the metal. "Viggo....Viggo..."
Viggo bit his lover's earlobe, immediately soothing the hurt with his tongue. "What do you want, Orli? Tell me."
Orli gasped as Viggo squeezed his erection. His legs trembled. "Fuck me, Viggo. Right here against the car. Fuck me hard. Make me feel it."
Viggo groaned, his own body swelling at the words. "We're going to get arrested," he warned in a hoarse voice.
"I don't care," Orli panted. "Just so long as they throw us in the same cell. Then you can fuck me there, too."
Viggo twisted the nipple between his fingers, drawing an impassioned cry. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to curse?"
"She tried, but I kept forgetting," Orli gasped when he'd caught his breath. "Too busy wanking to pay much mind."
"Well maybe I can do a better job of punishing you."
Orli shuddered. "Yes..."
Viggo smiled and removed his hand from Orli's jeans. The younger man whimpered at the loss of contact, but Viggo didn't go far. Taking hold of the waistband of Orli's jeans, he roughly jerked them down Orlando's hips, baring the sweet, pale globes of his buttocks. Orli moaned like a wanton and pressed backwards, the tiny pink opening between his cheeks beckoning Viggo's touch.
Viggo found his control rapidly unraveling. He tore his own jeans open and shoved them out of the way. He settled with a throaty growl against the soft curve presented to him.
"You want me to fuck you against the car?" he grunted, rubbing his erection across the puckered opening.
"Yes!...Do it. Just fucking take me, Viggo. Now!"
Viggo gathered up the shreds of his sanity and coated the head of his erection with the liquid that seeped from its tip. "It's going to hurt, Orli. I don't have anything--"
"I don't care!" Orli cried out, pounding his fists on the hood. "Just bloody put it in me, make me--oh, fuck!" His words died in a cry as Viggo thrust into him hard, without any preparation. Viggo paused once he was fully inside, afraid he'd hurt his young lover. Orli's face was screwed up tight, his knuckles white against the metal.
"Oh, Jesus," he finally moaned, opening glazed eyes. "Don't...don't stop now."
Viggo thanked his personal god because right now he didn't think he could have stopped if he'd tried. Orlando was like a vise around him, and those sounds he was making each time Viggo pumped into him...
"If someone hears us, they're going to think I'm raping you," Viggo muttered.
Orlando started to moan, then caught his lower lip between his teeth, trying to stifle the sound. "I'm..sorry," he gasped brokenly. "Want me to...want me to stop?"
"Hell no. You're driving me wild."
Orli started to laugh, but the sound ended up as a choked cry as Viggo began to pound into him furiously. Viggo wrapped one arm around Orli's chest and the other around his hips. Holding the slender body tight against him, Viggo thrust hard and fast, seeing stars blink across his vision. Christ, if anyone saw them right now...
"Deeper...deeper," Orli moaned. He reached beneath him and started to stroke himself but Viggo slapped his hand away.
"Only *I'm* allowed to give you pleasure," he growled, not caring that he sounded like a throwback to the neanderthal era. Orli seemed to love it, groaning at the words, and that's all that mattered to Viggo. He made a fist around his lover's erection and pulled on it in time with his punishing thrusts. His other hand crept up to a swollen nipple and began to pinch it.
"Bloody..hell!" Orlando cried. "Viggo--"
He made a soft, keening sound and suddenly shoved back hard against Viggo, nearly causing the older man to lose his balance. Viggo's cock drove into him deep. It was the end for Orlando.
He arched beneath Viggo's chest, his head thrown back as his mouth opened around a silent shout. Viggo pumped Orli's shaft faster, wanting to draw out his lover's pleasure. Internal muscles rippled around Viggo's flesh as Orlando came hard in Viggo's hand. The dark head of curls dropped to the car's hood as Orlando's body continued to be wracked by his orgasm.
The sudden bonelessness of the body beneath him was Viggo's undoing. He gripped Orlando's hips tightly and thrust quickly, seeking his own release. The hot body surrounding him tightened with aftershock and it pushed Viggo over.
"Orli!" he groaned. He thrust one final time and gasped as he spilled himself into the slim body beneath him.
After some moments, Viggo roused himself enough to look down the alley again. The coast was clear.
Orlando lay panting agains the car, a pleased smile curling his lips. "I'm disappointed," he said breathlessly.
Viggo leaned away from him, brushing back an errant curl. "Oh? And why is that?"
Orlando's grin was pure mischief. "I don't hear any sirens. I was hoping for a good jail house shag."
Viggo brushed his lips against his lover's cheek. "Don't worry," he murmured huskily. "I've got a pair of handcuffs at home."
Orlando shivered, his eyes dark. "Arrest me."
The End.
