Fatigue thrummed through Viggo's veins as he walked through the front door. Once again, he wished he didn't have to come home from dinner with some hobbits to an empty house. To an empty bed. He hated that Orli was miles and miles away, swashbuckling his way into a blockbuster. Right now, he was alone in a house that seemed too big, wishing fervently that Henry wasn't on vacation with Exene.
Dropping his bags on the floor and kicking off his shoes, he contemplated just falling asleep on the couch, but realized he didn't want to wake up with a crick in his neck. He managed to get up the stairs and start down the hallway to the room he shared with Orli, but halfway there he stopped and frowned. Low light was coming from their room. Strange. No one could be in the house; the door had been locked and the driveway empty.
Viggo pushed open the door all the way and blinked in confusion at the sight that lay before him. Orli was lounging on the bed, reading a book. He was naked. "I was wondering when you were going to get home."
"Orli?"
"Expecting someone else?" He dropped the book to the floor and then looked up at his lover with a grin.
"No, I just . . . what are you doing here?"
"I missed you, you daft cunt," Orli laughed. "So I called Dom and Elijah and told them to take you to dinner so you wouldn't be here. I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, you certainly did," Viggo assured him as he kicked off his shoes and socks. "Coming home to find my boyfriend completely naked is always a wonderful way to end the day. Especially when he's supposed to be thousands of miles away."
"We got an unexpected break. I'm here for three days."
Viggo smiled and joined his lover on the bed. "And do you mind if we spend all three of those days in bed?"
"Do I mind? I'm counting on it." And with that, Orli pounced. Viggo's shirt was unceremoniously dumped on the floor, and curses split the air as Orli fumbled with the zipper on the older man's khakis. "Fuck, Vig, why do you wear clothes?"
"Because I don't want to be arrested for indecent exposure," Viggo laughed as the troublesome pants were disposed of, along with his boxers.
"I have a feeling that no one would have a problem with you walkiing around naked," Orli told him as he leaned down to bestow an all-too-brief kiss on Viggo's wanting lips. "Naked Viggo at the grocery store," he murmured as his tongue moved slowly down Viggo's neck. "Naked Viggo at his gallery opening." Orli's tongue did a figure-eight movement around Viggo's chest, cruelly avoiding his nipples. "Naked Viggo at the zoo."
"Orli . . ."
"Of course, you could only be naked if I was around," Orli said as he straddled his lover's body and pushed their matching erections together. "Because," he gasped, his breath more ragged now, "I'd have to show everyone that I'm the only one who gets to touch. Isn't that right?" Those deep brown eyes practically gleamed with wickedness.
"Yes, only you."
Happy with Viggo's response, Orli ground his hips against the other man's body. "Naked Viggo in our bed," he chuckled.
"You flew all this way just to tease me, didn't you?" Viggo asked in a choked voice.
"No, luv. Not to tease." Orli slid down the lean length of Viggo's body and sucked gently on the head of his cock. Viggo moaned loudly and gripped the sheets, finding himself ensnared as always by the velvety sensation of his partner's expert mouth. A talented tongue replaced the suction of lips, and Viggo shuddered as a long swipe of wetness was painted on the underside of his cock.
As wonderful as this was, it wasn't how Viggo wanted to come, and Orli knew that instinctively. When that skilled mouth retreated, Viggo didn't complain about the loss because he knew what was next, and just the thought of it sent a jolt through his body.
"It's in the top drawer?" Orli asked breathlessly.
"That's where it always is," Viggo laughed. It was a bizarre ritual for them -- Orli asked where the lube was every time they had sex, even though the answer never changed.
When slick fingers slid into Viggo's body, he gasped and pushed his hips down, welcoming the intrusion. Orli captured Viggo's mouth with his own, swallowing the other man's cries as the fingers curled and pushed against that delicious sweet spot. The kiss ended and Orli sat back on his knees, fingers still moving inside of his lover's body while his free hand began to stroke Viggo's erection, which glistened with precum and saliva.
"Shit . . . Orli," Viggo gasped. "I'm gonna . . ."
"Do it," Orli urged, his voice a low purr.
The fingers stabbed deep while the other hand moved skillfully on hard flesh, and Viggo moaned his release as sticky seed coated Orli's hand. After giving his love a few moments to regain his composure, Orli kissed him gently. Viggo's fingers tangled in the long hair Orli was sporting for his newest role.
"You have a thing for the pirate hair, don't you?" Orli asked with a grin as he cleaned off his hand with a tissue.
"I have a thing for *you*, regardless of your hairstyle."
"Mmm, well then maybe I should go back to the mohawk."
Viggo affected horror. "You wouldn't."
"You're right, I wouldn't," Orli laughed. "Once this movie is over, I'm going back to the regular curls."
"My favorite."
"Yeah. I don't have a favorite for you; somehow, you look good no matter what. Which is probably why I need you right now."
"Fuck, you're still hard, aren't you? God, I'm inconsiderate," Viggo groaned.
"Well, if you really want to make it up to me, you could turn over so I can screw your pretty arse."
Viggo grinned and positioned himself on his hands and knees, spreading his legs enough so that he was completely open to Orli. Even though he had been presented with the tantalizing sight of Viggo naked and ready for him countless times, Orli always found it breathtaking. It wasn't so much the physical beauty as it was the fact that this incredible man wanted Orli to be with him in every way possible.
Lube was quickly slathered over an impossibly hard cock, and with one push, Orli entered Viggo. The older man had been stretched by his finger-fucking, but was still tight around Orli's cock. At first the rhythm was gentle as both men reacquainted themselves with each other's bodies, but soon Orli's desperate need for release took over and he began to thrust with more urgency.
The incredible sensations produced by Orli's thrusts were causing Viggo to moan and push his hips back. The pace sped up further, and Orli maneuvered a hand around Viggo's hip and found his partner's cock to be hard once again. As a hand moved jerkily on his erection, and a rock-hard cock plunged into him again and again, Viggo bit his lip so hard he drew blood, completely overwhelmed by the feelings Orli always brought out in him. The sex was wonderful, but the unabashed hunger that the younger man felt for him was ironically one of the purest displays of love Viggo could ever ask for.
Orli knew he couldn't hold on forever. After two months apart, and what seemed like forever trapped in the tight heat of Viggo's body, he didn't even fight the onset of his climax; his hand moved quickly on Viggo's erection, wanting them to come together. Viggo realized that Orli was close to orgasm and slammed his hips back in a blatant invitation for his lover to let go and allow himself to come.
So Orli let go. The wonderful cage of Viggo's body, the wanton moans spilling from both of their mouths, the hard flesh that pulsed under Orli's fingers -- it all came together in a blissful moment, and Orli shouted his love's name as he reached his climax. All Viggo needed was the feeling of Orli's explosion inside of him, and he came into Orli's hand for the second time that night.
They both collapsed into a heap of sated flesh, savoring the warmth and comfort they drew from being together. Orli finally conjured the strength to move, sliding his weight off of Viggo and crawling under the covers. He smiled his gratitude as Viggo passed him some tissues to clean his hand, and then smiled some more as his partner joined him under the warm blankets.
"God, I'm glad you're here," Viggo murmured as they settled into an embrace.
"So am I. You have no idea how much I missed you, Viggo."
"Well, I missed you, too. It's so unsettling when you're not here, especially this week with Henry being on vacation."
"Mmm, well I'm here now." Orli pressed a kiss to the cleft in Viggo's chin. "And I couldn't be happier."
"Me neither. I love it when you're home."
Home. Orli smiled at the word, knowing that Viggo didn't mean
the house they were in. Because to them, home wasn't a specific place.
Home was each other.
