Fatigue thrummed through Viggo's veins as he walked through the front door. Once again, he wondered what had possessed him to fly back three days early, knowing he was coming home to an empty house. To an empty bed. Although Viggo reasoned that he didn't have much of a right to wallow in self-pity, seeing as after the divorce, he refused to open himself up to new relationships. No, he was alone in a house that now 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 to wake up with a crick in his neck. He managed to get up the stairs and start down the hallway to his room, but halfway there, he stopped and frowned. Low light was coming from his room. Strange. Viggo was sure that he hadn't left the lights on, and no one could be in the house; the door had been locked and the driveway empty.
He pushed open the door all the way and blinked in confusion at the sight that lay before him. The TV held the paused image of his own face and naked chest, posed mid-coitus in A Perfect Murder. On the bed, Orli was lying on his back, completely naked, stroking a rather impressive erection. It was either the best wet dream Viggo had ever had, the result of spiked airline food, or a wonderfully surreal reality that he had the chance to take advantage of. He sincerely hoped it was the third option.
Using all of his stealthy ranger training, he crept over to the bed, glad that Orli had his eyes closed as he fisted his cock. It occurred to Viggo that Orli must have watched this image of him dozens of time to be able to close his eyes while masturbating to it. The younger man didn't notice as the mattress sank slightly under Viggo's weight, or the sharp inhalation Viggo was forced to take when Orli let out a low moan. Damn, but it should be illegal to look that sexy.
Viggo realized he had two options here – walk back downstairs, slam the door loudly so Orli would collect himself, or join in the fun. It was a no-brainer, which was really lucky, since Viggo wasn't really able to use any organs above his waist right now. Stealing one last look at the shamelessly wanton tableau Orli had presented him with, Viggo grinned and placed his hand over the other man's, stilling his movements. Orli's chocolate eyes flew open, and a mix of confusion and desire flitted across his beautiful face.
"Viggo?" When the hell had Orli's voice gotten that husky? "What are you doing here?"
"I live here. I would ask what you're doing here, but that's pretty obvious."
Realizing that Viggo wasn't angry, Orli broke out his Cheshire Cat grin and stretched. "Yeah, it is, isn't it? Wanna give me a hand?" At that moment, the tape un-paused, and the weird semi-porn music of the scene filled the quiet room. Both men turned their attention to the TV and laughed a little. "Fuckin' Gwyneth," Orli muttered.
"Well, that was my job," Viggo chuckled. "Let's just turn this off."
The remote control was located, and soon there was no celluloid Viggo to distract Orli from the real thing. And the real thing was currently beginning to take care of his friend's cock, which was now harder than ever. In some distant, non-lust-fogged part of his brain, Orli wondered exactly where Viggo had mastered the art of the hand job, and if that school would be willing to take him as a student. Then Viggo was using his other hand to caress Orli's balls, and the younger man realized that he should stop thinking about sex ed and just enjoy the ride.
In Orli's wide pantheon of Viggo-related fantasies, he always had superhuman endurance, but he never counted on Viggo *actually* bringing him to orgasm, and just how skilled the other man would be. So when a talented thumb did a wicked thing around the head of his cock and a finger from Viggo's other hand nudged gently at his opening, Orli groaned, partly from pleasure and partly from the knowledge that he was about to come way too soon.
Luckily, Viggo didn't seem to mind when Orli climaxed, crying some incoherent word and gripping the sheets. A few moments later, Orli jumped from the feeling of Viggo's tongue on his stomach, lapping up the trail of stickiness that coated the olive skin. "You taste good," Viggo said with a grin.
"I know," Orli said cheekily. "And you are wearing way too many clothes."
With that, Orli pinned Viggo to the mattress, literally ripping off his clothes. "That shirt was a gift," Viggo protested as a button went flying.
"Shut up and help me get you naked." Viggo obliged, kicking off his socks while Orli went to work on his pants. "Fuck, Vig," Orli said with unabashed admiration. "I mean, I've seen Indian Runner, but still . . ."
"Have you jacked off to all of my movies?"
"Not all of 'em. But I did wear down my copy of that movie a bit. Had to get a new one because I wore out the tape from that one scene."
"It's nice to know that I always have a backup career as a gay porn star waiting for me," Viggo deadpanned.
"Shit, if I were PJ, I'd have written some hardcore Aragorn bathing-in-the-Anduin scenes. Do you know how much quid we'd have made off of that?" Orli leaned down and bit a nipple, running fingers through the soft hair on Viggo's chest.
"You're the rentboy, not me. I'm not used to taking my clothes off for profit," Viggo pointed out. Whatever smart-ass remark he was planning to follow that up with died on his lips as Orli slid lower and ran his tongue along the length of Viggo's cock.
"Want more?"
"Fuck you, you know I do."
"You promise?"
"What?"
"To fuck me?"
Just the thought of being inside Orli made Viggo moan. "I promise," he said. "But only if you quit being a tease."
Orli laughed, but happily obliged. After all, Viggo wasn't the only one who wanted this. Sliding his lips around the hot flesh, he eagerly took the tip of Viggo's erection into his mouth. He stayed still for a moment, steadying Viggo's hips with the firm press of his palms, and then pulled back. With the next down-stroke, he slid further down the other man's cock, before pulling back again and inhaling even more on the next down-stroke.
The rhythm was absolutely maddening, and Viggo's fingers twisted painfully in Orli's hair. How long had it been since someone had done this to him? Too long. Had anyone ever done it this well? Probably not. Viggo idly wondered just how much research Orli had done to play that rentboy. Or maybe it was just that he had wanted this from Orli for so long that the reality of it was bordering on euphoria.
All of a sudden, Orli took him all the way down his throat, making Viggo yell his name. Okay, he knew no one had ever done that to him before. Viggo was aware that he presented his partners with quite a mouthful. Not that it was fazing Orli, who was sucking Viggo's cock like his life depended on it, moving up and down and using a wonderfully generous amount of tongue. He didn't mind when Viggo finally ignored the hands on his hips and began thrusting up, fucking Orli's mouth without mercy. Actually, it only spurred Orli on to suck harder.
Viggo's orgasm crashed down upon him, and he came with one last thrust into Orli's eager mouth, shouting the younger man's name along with a litany of curses. With a greed borne of lust, Orli swallowed all Viggo could give him, then licking the tender flesh clean and kissing back up the still-trembling body.
"Good?" he purred, his breath hot against Viggo's ear.
"You really have to ask?" Viggo asked shakily. "Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that, Orlando?"
"Do you really care?" Orli laughed, kissing the other man deeply. Viggo moaned at the feeling of Orli's tongue in his mouth, savoring the sensation of tasting himself. For all the frenzy of their previous activities, the kiss itself was intense but unhurried, almost tender. Viggo's fingers threaded gently through Orli's hair, and he pulled the other man closer. How long had he wanted this? It didn't really matter. What mattered was that Orli was here, and wanted this at least as bad as he did.
They finally broke the kiss, their foreheads still touching and their breath mingling. "Orli . . ." Viggo wasn't quite sure what to say.
"Do you know how long I've wanted this, Vig? How long I've wanted you?" The brown eyes that were so unabashedly hungry a few minutes ago were now filled with openness and a touch of vulnerability. Viggo just shook his head. "Since New Zealand."
"Three years?" The disbelief was evident in Viggo's voice. "And you never said anything?"
"What, like you did? It's kind of obvious you wanted this, too."
"Fair enough." Viggo stroked Orli's cheek tenderly. "Where do you want to go from here? I know we kind of got a little carried away a few minutes ago, but I want you to know that I don't just want sex. I'm way past that point in my life."
"Yeah, me too. I want more than sex, Viggo. When I said I want you, I meant I want whatever you're willing to offer."
"I'll offer whatever you're willing to take."
"I'll take whatever you can give."
Viggo paused. "I'll give whatever–"
"Viggo, shut up." Orli grinned and kissed him firmly to
make his command stick. "I believe there was a promise of fucking
involved." He pressed his body against Viggo's, grinding his erection
against Viggo's rapidly hardening cock. "Ready for another go, old
man? Or do you need a time-out?"
"A time-out? Obviously you underestimate me."
"Oh, I don't think so," Orli laughed, reaching a hand down to stroke Viggo to full hardness. "I think you're definitely ready."
"One problem, though."
"What?"
"I, um, don't have lube. It's been a while." Viggo blushed as he said this and Orli grinned, kissing the tip of his nose.
"Don't worry, luv." Orli leaned over and grabbed a small bag off the floor, quickly finding a small tube and tossing it onto the bed. "I've got it covered."
"I thought you didn't know I'd be here," Viggo said, a bit confused.
"Well, I didn't."
"So why do you have lube?"
"Observe," Orli said with a wicked grin.
He spread some lube on his own fingers, sat up on spread knees and reached down under his body. Viggo swallowed hard as two of Orli's fingers disappeared into the young man's body. Letting his eyes flutter closed, Orli began to finger-fuck himself, groaning loudly as he changed the angle and hit his prostate. Viggo's fists clenched, imagining he was the one causing Orli the pleasure; when Orli sighed his name upon adding a third finger, Viggo grabbed the lube and coated his cock with the gel. Grasping Orli's wrist, Viggo slid the other man's fingers out and pushed him to his back.
"Are you ready?" he asked in a raspy voice as he kneeled over him.
"Yes," Orli breathed, his pulse skyrocketing as his legs were hooked over Viggo's shoulders and a dripping cock pressed against the entrance to his body. When Viggo didn't move, Orli squirmed indignantly, trying to push forwards and impale himself. "Viggo, please," he begged.
"Please what?" Viggo smirked. Orli wasn't the only one with the ability to be cheeky.
Trying not to glare daggers at his newfound lover, Orli pursed his lips in a smile. "Please fuck me, Viggo."
"My pleasure."
Viggo entered Orli smoothly with one hard push, making the younger man literally scream in pleasure. After giving Orli a minute to adjust to his size, Viggo began a slow and steady rhythm that was driving them both insane. They both needed more.
"Harder," Orli gasped.
"On one condition."
"Anything."
"You can't touch yourself." Orli gritted his teeth in frustration, but nodded his agreement. He knew that the sacrifice would be worth it.
The pace immediately changed to one of pure need, the thrusts going deeper and deeper until Orli was certain Viggo's cock would start rearranging his internal organs. Viggo's longish blonde hair was beginning to stick to his face, sweat stinging as it dripped into his eyes. Orli's fingers gripped the cotton sheets tightly so he wouldn't be tempted to touch himself.
While Viggo was letting out small moans with each thrust, Orli was proving himself to be quite the screamer. Most of it was unintelligible, but one thrust resulted in a "Viggo!"; another with a "fuck!"; a third with "God!" Orli's screams only served to make Viggo drive deeper into him, his hands gripping his lover's hips so hard that he knew he would leave bruises. But as long as Viggo kept managing to hit his prostate, Orli could care less about a few bruises.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," Viggo ordered as he let Orli's legs fall off of his shoulders. The younger man obeyed, his eyes insanely dark with desire. "Is this what you were thinking about before I came in? Me inside of you?"
"Fuck, yes," Orli gasped. Viggo leaned down and kissed him hard, pushing his tongue deep into Orli's mouth. Orli caught it and sucked on it, thrusting his hips up to meet the relentless thrusts.
"Is this as good as you thought it would be?"
"Fuck, this is perfect."
Viggo smiled and made his next thrust particularly hard, evoking a yell
from Orli. "Better than just using your fingers?"
"Yes," Orli hissed.
"What else were you thinking of? What did you want me to do to you?"
"Anything, everything."
"Tell me, Orlando."
"I wanted . . . you to suck me and then feed me my own cum with a kiss."
"Fuck," Viggo moaned, realizing his climax was beginning to build. "What else?"
"Whatever you can think of, Viggo."
"So I could tie you up?"
"Mmm," Orli moaned, thrusting back at Viggo.
"What if I wanted to lick your ass? Would you let me do that?" Orli nodded furiously. "Good." Viggo knew his orgasm was close. Thrusting even harder, he pounded into Orli without any semblance of mercy or finesse. Thank God no one lived close enough to hear Orli's shameless yelling. Ignoring the fingernails clawing at his back and the tempting sensation of Orli's neglected erection pushing at his stomach, Viggo thrust once, twice, three more times and came hard.
Slipping out of Orli's body, Viggo gave himself a long moment to collect his senses. When he looked at Orli, he grinned ferally. The poor boy was literally shaking with the need to find his own release, his brown eyes pleading with Viggo to just finish the job.
"Orli, hook your arms around your knees and bring your legs back to your chest." The younger man complied, opening himself totally to Viggo's still-lustful gaze.
"Vig, *please*!"
With a slight chuckle, Viggo kissed him before slithering down his body and drawing a line with his tongue down Orli's cock, over his balls, and around the opening to his body. Hearing a slight whimper above him, Viggo laughed again and then delved his tongue into Orli's ass.
"Oh holy fuck!" Orli wailed.
Viggo's tongue eagerly lapped up the mixture of his own cum mixed with Orli's taste. He pushed as far inside of the other man as he could, greatly enjoying the sounds Orli was making now. The screams had been replaced with mewls and whimpers, and Orli had dissolved into a writhing mass of need. Viggo managed not to be distracted by the very alluring sounds his lover was making and thrust his tongue deep one more time before pulling back.
"No, don't stop!" Orli begged, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
"Trust me," Viggo said as he gently guided Orli's legs back down until they were flat on the mattress. With that, he took the head of Orli's cock into his mouth and sucked hard. It was all Orli needed, and he came with a loud cry.
Orli was quite content to stare up at the ceiling as he tried to come back down to earth, but turned his head to look at Viggo as the other man slid up the bed and leaned in for a kiss. When he opened his mouth, he was very happily surprised by Viggo playing along with his earlier fantasy and pushing Orli's cum deep into his mouth. Orli moaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Viggo's back, before breaking away and swallowing.
"Wow." That was really all Orli could say.
"Yeah," Viggo laughed, wrapping an arm around Orli's body. "I wasn't quite expecting my night to turn out this way either.'
"So, you promise you're not freaked out about what I was doing?"
"Well, I was surprised, but very pleasantly so," Viggo said with a smile. "It's more than a little flattering that you came into my house and crawled into my bed so you could get off to thinking about me."
"And, um," Orli paused, looking a bit worried, "what you said before?"
"I meant it," Viggo assured him, kissing his neck. "It's not just about sex."
"Although the sex was pretty great, huh?" Orli was wearing a huge smile. "I mean, that was bloody incredible, Vig."
"Glad I could live up to expectations."
Orli laughed and lay his head on Viggo's chest, a finger idly playing around the other man's belly button. "I love you," he said quietly. "I don't know whether you feel the same way or not, but I just needed to tell you how I feel." Insecurity was laced through Orli's tone.
"Well, I *do* feel the same way," Viggo murmured, smiling as Orli looked up at him with wide eyes and an even wider grin. "I love you, too."
Viggo suddenly found himself the recipient of a particularly intense
kiss, and his hands roamed over Orli's back, gently stroking the soft skin.
They kissed for a few more minutes before settling into slumber, both more
content than they had been in years. After all, a night with both
incredible sex and declarations of love made life seem pretty good indeed.
