TITLE: Pretty Good Year (1/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Home sweet home (Orli's POV)
FEEDBACK: It's the sauce on my steak, it's the cheese in my cake
WARNINGS: Smut + Sap = Smap
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my twisted imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my friends
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This series is part four in "The Viggorli Chronicles",
following "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy", "Remember To Breathe", and "Some
Kind of Heaven". Once again, there will be smut, sap, and angst.
Thanks to my soul sister Losti for her help with this chapter
DATE WRITTEN: August 21st, 2003
"Honey, I'm home!" I drop my heavy-as-shit suitcases on the floor of the front hall and brace myself for the full-body tackle that I know is coming. Sure enough, Viggo runs at me full force and sends us both crashing to the ground. "Ow," I laugh, not really caring about the momentary pain.
"Sorry," he says, grinning unrepentantly.
"Did you miss me?"
He answers by kissing me soundly, causing me to make a desperate noise and weave my fingers through his hair. "I missed you terribly, love," he says when the kiss finally ends.
"Mmm, missed you, too." I lift my head up to kiss him again, but he stops me.
"The pirate hair is gone," he says with confusion.
"Yes, Viggo. The pirate hair is gone because I'm finished filming the pirate movie. Savvy?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, savvy is a line from the movie that Johnny's character . . . oh, never mind. Just kiss me, okay?"
Viggo laughs and kindly obeys my request, kissing me again with just as much hunger as he displayed a moment earlier. It's always nice to come home to a horny boyfriend. I sling my leg over his hip and grind against him shamelessly, feeling absolutely desperate after five weeks with nothing to get me by except for phone sex. And that's just not enough.
"Orli?" He pulls away slightly and grins at me. "Maybe we should move this into the bedroom instead of dry-humping in the hallway."
I blush. Damnit, the man can still make me blush. "Um, yeah."
He stands up and helps me to my feet. "Why don't we just leave your bags here for now?" I nod, too busy working on unbuttoning my shirt to care about my luggage. By the time we reach the bedroom, I've removed my shirt, as well as my shoes and socks -- although I nearly break my neck with all the stumbling and hopping that results from trying to race to the room and undress at the same time.
"Bloody button fly," I curse, fumbling with the fastenings on my pants. "Why the fuck did I buy these trousers?"
"Don't get angry at your clothing," Viggo chuckles, his fingers hooking into my belt loops to pull me close to him and then casually unbuttoning my jeans. "You're way too impatient, Orlando." He leans in to give me a brief, tantalizing kiss.
"It's been five weeks, Viggo. *Five weeks*. And don't try to tell me that you're not also impatient." I reach down to press my palm against the bulge in his crotch, smiling at the small moan he lets out.
He kisses me once again, his tongue doing wicked things inside of my mouth as I work on the fly of his jeans, managing to push his pants and boxers down to his knees. We break apart just long enough to pull off our clothes, then come together and tumble somewhat gracelessly onto the bed, scrambling to pull back the sheets. I'm still confused as to why Viggo insists on making the bed when he knows that we're going to fuck like bunnies on it, but I guess it doesn't matter that much.
"Need you," he groans.
"Ditto," I say, unable to think of anything more intelligent.
Viggo laughs hard, reaching over to the nightstand drawer for our cache of lube. "Ditto?" I stick my tongue out at him. Honestly, *you* try being articulate at a moment like this. I'm practically bouncing with anticipation as he covers his fingers and cock with the gel and leans down for another torrid kiss. Screw the foreplay, let's just get to the main event.
My hand slides down his back and grips his arse tightly while I spread my legs, and thankfully he understands my plea for more; five weeks without sex is unacceptable, and I can't wait any longer. I arch my back when two lubed fingers slide into me, biting my lip to stifle my whimper. Mindful of how long it's been since he's last been inside of me, Viggo is gentle but insistent as he stretches me, scissoring his fingers apart and making me mewl in pleasure when he brushes over my sweet spot.
"Now," I beg. "Please, it's been too long."
He nods and pulls his fingers out of me. I hook my legs around his waist, biting back another whimper at the feeling of his dripping cock pressed against my entrance. With one strong push, he buries himself completely in my body and we both cry out. For a moment, we simply stay still and allow ourselves to readjust to the sensation, but then we need more, and he starts to slowly pump in and out of me.
"Orli," he gasps, his eyes almost wild with passion. "God, love . . . you feel amazing." He dips his head and captures my mouth for a kiss, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, plunging my tongue into his mouth.
Our pace gradually increases until he's slamming into me with reckless abandon, my fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders. The feeling of being claimed by him again is so utterly complete and perfect, and there's nothing I can do except simply surrender to it. Viggo is angling his thrusts just right so that he's striking my prostate with almost every plunge, and I'm pushing my hips up in an effort to draw him even deeper into me.
His mouth presses little kisses everywhere on my face and neck as he continues to make love to me, whispering endearments in my ear before tracing my jawline with his tongue. I shiver and pull his mouth back to mine for a kiss that starts out lazy but quickly turns feverish as it matches the rhythm of his thrusts. We break the kiss when we finally need air in our lungs, and he throws his head back, moaning loudly as I purposefully clench my muscles around him.
I start stroking my cock, feeling myself drawing closer to orgasm. "Let go, Vig," I say, wanting to see him come undone; he always looks so beautiful when he does. His lips are slightly parted, his skin glistening with sweat, and his blue eyes are filled with love and lust. "Come for me," I urge.
He groans and thrusts again, then cries out as he reaches his climax. His hand joins mine on my cock, and that combined with the sensation of his heat spilling into me is enough to push me over the edge. Yelling his name, I come all over our hands and then find my mouth covered by his for one more kiss. Our tongues eagerly slide along each other even as our sated bodies fall limply against the mattress.
"Hi," I sigh when we finally end the kiss.
Viggo chuckles. "Welcome home, baby."
I smile and wrap myself around him, only to find that we're quite sticky. "Eww," I mutter. "Wet-naps?" I request.
"I have a better idea," he says. "Let's take a shower."
"Ah, that's definitely a better idea," I agree. I bound out of bed and into our bathroom, excited at the prospect of getting clean after a red-eye flight from the Caribbean and a round of bed-rocking sex with my boyfriend. Plus, a shower means I get to spend quality time naked with Viggo, and that's always a good thing.
Once I've adjusted the water temperature so that it's properly scalding, I step into the shower and hold out my hand to pull Viggo in with me. "Why thank you," he says with a grin.
"You're very welcome."
Viggo soaps up a washcloth and starts to clean up our bodies, making me smile in appreciation and return the favor. Lathering up my hands, I massage his chest and pinch a nipple just hard enough to provoke a little yelp. I laugh and dive in for a kiss, sliding our sudsy bodies against one another and feeling myself start to get hard again at the feeling of his arms wrapping around me, pulling me in even closer.
"Want you," I tell him. One of my hands slips between his legs and strokes his balls, causing him to groan and grow hard against my thigh. Deciding to take charge of the situation, I reach up and blindly search around in the shower rack for the silicone lube we keep here for just this kind of situation, then break the kiss and spin Viggo around.
He gasps and braces his hands on the wall of the shower, looking back over his shoulder at me with an expression that says 'get on with it'. Spreading the slippery gel on my fingers, I slip one into Viggo and relish his soft moan. I add another finger, beginning to slide them in and out before crooking them at just the right angle, making him cry out hoarsely as I stroke his prostate. He pushes his hips back, screwing himself roughly on my fingers.
"Please, Orli," he rasps, looking back at me again.
"Please what?" I tease, removing my fingers and quickly slicking up my erection.
"Oh, fuck," he gasps as I slide my cock along the cleft of his arse.
"Close enough."
I slowly push myself into Viggo's tight, welcoming heat, shuddering at the familiar sensations of being inside of my lover. He groans and immediately pushes back, trying to draw me all the way in, but I'm determined to do this at my pace. I kiss his upper back in an attempt to calm him down, knowing how badly he's trying to get me to let go and start pounding; that's not what I want, though. As the water falls over our bodies, I set a languorous pace that Viggo quickly adapts to.
He turns his head just enough so he can kiss me, his tongue sliding into my mouth and making circles around mine. My thrusts are slow and deep, drawing low moans from him as I pass over his prostate; I nip his bottom lip and am rewarded with that wonderful little growl he always lets slip when I do that. His body feels so incredibly good around me, and the sounds he makes as I kiss and make love to him are driving me mad.
While his hands are securely braced on the wall, one of my hands is gripping his hip to aid my thrusting and the other has reached around to begin toying with his cock. He gasps and pushes his cock forward into the tunnel of my hand, then rocks back onto my erection. I trace the shell of his ear with my tongue, then gently suck at the lobe while continuing my lazy rhythm.
"You're so beautiful like this," I breathe, adding another thrust to punctuate my words. I can feel him shiver beneath me, and I intensify the stroking on his erection. "I love you so much, Viggo. *So* much."
His only response is a sigh and another kiss, pushing his hips back hard in an attempt to impale himself on my cock. We rock together slowly, continuing to kiss as we both float towards our climaxes. The urgency of a few minutes ago has melted away, replaced by the simple joy of being together again.
My body begins to tighten up, and I know that I'm getting very close to coming as my movements become more erratic; I deepen the kiss and speed up my hand on Viggo's cock. He whimpers into the kiss and then does this wonderful rotation of his hips that makes me feel so tightly gripped inside of his body that I'm unable to keep myself from coming. Tearing my mouth from his, I let out a cry and spill into him.
Viggo moans my name again and again as I come inside of him, and he experiences his own orgasm a moment later. "Orlando!" he cries again, his head falling back against my shoulder. I hold him up when his legs shake a little, and then we slowly straighten up and separate.
"And now we need to get clean all over again," Viggo laughs.
"Yeah, plus it's the evil silicone lube that gets all slippery and stays in your butt crack," I tease.
"Well, then I guess you'll just have to help me get it out," he tells me, tossing me the bar of soap.
"I suppose I could do that." I grin and wiggle my eyebrows, then diligently work at getting the stubborn lube out of my boyfriend's arse. After a few minutes of working at it, he starts squirming in a very familiar manner, and I chuckle and turn him around. "You're very randy this morning, aren't you?"
"You inspire it," he says.
"Need a hand?" I laugh. "Or a mouth, for that matter?"
Viggo pulls me in for a kiss and pushes his renewed erection against my stomach. Damn, the man's stamina knows no limits. It's just not natural. With a huge smile on my face, I fall to my knees and take his hard cock into my mouth, lapping the precome up from the slit. His hands skim gently over my hair but don't attempt to guide my movements; instead, he allows me to alternate everything from broad swipes of tongue along the underside, to swirling my tongue along the head, to deep-throating him.
My hands curl around his hips to allow myself to set the pace I want, and I absolutely love the feeling of having him in my mouth. His cock is a brilliant, familiar weight on top of my tongue, and the unique musk I love so much is strongest here with my nose buried in his pubic hair. Precome trickles steadily down my throat, and Viggo moans loudly when I lightly graze my teeth along the length of his cock. I can tell that he's close.
After taking him all the way in once more, I swallow hard around his cock and then use my tongue to gently stroke the sensitive vein on the underside. He bucks his hips and shudders, coming hard in my mouth as I continue to stroke him with my tongue. I hungrily swallow all that he gives me, licking his softening cock clean before standing up again and giving him a chaste kiss.
"The water's getting cold," I say, shivering a little.
"Yeah, I think the shower has run its course," Viggo chuckles. He turns off the water and then steps out to grabs us some towels. Being the considerate man that he is, he wraps me in a towel before drying himself off, then kisses me again. "It's so wonderful to have you back home again, Orli."
I throw my arms around him. "I missed you so much, Vig. It was fun down there and everything, but I felt really alone most of the time."
"Well, you're not alone now," he murmurs, running his fingers through my tangled wet hair.
"No," I agree with a smile, pulling back a little bit to look into his
eyes. "I'm definitely not alone now."
