vigorli

Title: Saturday night (1/1)
Author:

obvmluver
Beta::

littlegreenleaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Being away from home has its advantages.
Warnings: Mansex
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, it's all lies.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.
A/N: Yeah, once again a weird bunny who wanted out. I hope you like.

It was already dark outside when Orlando finally arrived back home, completely exhausted by the long trans-Atlantic flight to New York. It had taken 6 more hours to get home. As he closed the door he could hear the shower doors sliding open and then closing before the faucet was opened. Orlando kicked his shoes off in the mudroom and tiptoed upstairs gently, soundlessly putting his suitcase down before removing his clothes.

A slightly naughty smile spread on his face as he stood still before the sink, watching Viggo’s silhouette through the blurry glass of the sliding doors. He smiled more as he slid the doors open silently and stepped into the swirling heat and spray of water. Orlando stood completely still admiring the strong arms wetting the short hair, the sinewy muscles prominent everywhere, but soon the flexing muscles got the better of Orlando and he pressed himself against Viggo’s back, silently thanking the fact that Viggo was already facing the wall.

He loved to wrap his arms around the defined chest, feel the hairs sprinkled there and bury his nose in Viggo’s neck. Orlando had found out long ago that touching Viggo’s neck always made the man’s knees weak, just like now, they nudged a little as Orlando gently bit him. A long groan was drawn out from Viggo’s lips as his composure cracked and Orlando smirked. He had longed to hear that sinful sound spilling from his lover’s lips for days.

Viggo couldn’t concentrate on showering anymore so he turned around and smiled as Orlando pressed his hands on his biceps and pushed against the cold tiles. It wasn’t a secret between them that he liked Orlando like this, turning him on in a split second. Sometimes it surprised him slightly how fast he could react even though he wasn’t all that young anymore, just like now. It had to be in the way Orlando touched him, pushed the right buttons and knew the special places that never failed to melt him.

Orlando looked at him, his eyes blazing, a naughty smile on his face. Viggo knew what it meant, his body seemed to scream ‘YES!’ for him and he couldn’t agree more. He wanted it like nothing else, needed it too, the sweet release.

“What if we...” Orlando paused and shamelessly looked at his creation, the raging hard-on between Viggo’s legs and the peaked nipples.

“Showered a little later?” he finished, keeping his voice low, driving Viggo even crazier with lust than he already was. Viggo’s hands were shaking with raw need as he fumbled with the faucet and finally managed to turn it off, backing out of the shower, out of the bathroom, straight into their bedroom, stopping in front of their bed.

Orlando pushed Viggo down onto his back, crawling on top of him, sliding his hands up to the short hair and sinking his fingers into them before bending down and giving him a heated kiss. Viggo was about to burst and he tried to wriggle his way out of Orlando’s grip, but he knew he couldn’t match Orlando’s strength in such a state.

“Please...”

“Please what?” Orlando challenged, licking and nibbling Viggo’s nipples. He made his way down slowly and finally dipped between Viggo’s quivering thighs, inhaling the musky scent and licking a wet trail on the underside of Viggo’s member making him buck his hips up.

Viggo shuddered and tried to find his voice. “No more... No more teasing.”

Viggo’s voice betrayed how close to rapture he really was. Orlando smirked, reached for the nightstand and a small bottle hidden inside, then coated his finger with the slippery substance and drew a wet circle around Viggo’s puckered entrance. He revelled in the hiss that escaped Viggo’s lips, loved the way Viggo’s back arched as he pushed his first finger inside, curling it slightly.

By the time Orlando was ready, Viggo was a thrashing mess, chanting something unexplainable like a mantra, his eyes closed. With one long push Orlando was there, Viggo stopped chanting and his eyes opened, lids heavy, his thighs still quivering.

Orlando set out a slow pace pinning Viggo’s arms above his head driving him mad with the need for release, bringing Viggo closer to the edge with every gentle nudge until they both came, Viggo’s strangled cry dying on Orlando’s lips. He slid his hands away from Viggo’s wrists propping himself up a little with one and wiping the sheen of sweat off of Viggo’s flushed face. Orlando pulled the bedspread over them and slid out before settling back against Viggo’s side, lowering his head on Viggo’s trembling shoulder. He pressed his hand on Viggo’s cheek, turning his head to the side, gently kissing the lower lip of his lover and nuzzling his face.

“How are you feeling?” he spoke softly, almost too softly for Viggo to hear, still touching the stubbled cheek, now with only his fingertips.

“I...” Viggo began and cleared the scratchiness off. “That was... I needed that. I’m tingling all over.”

Orlando chuckled softly, he was glad he had been able to satisfy his lover of almost ten years and feel the pleasure of doing so.

“Being away from home has its advantages,” he continued just as softly and Viggo smiled.

“It always makes me cherish these moments, makes me see how special these are, keeps reminding me I have a reason to come back home even though I don’t need it. Sort of explains why.”

Viggo’s smile widened and he wrapped his arms around Orlando’s slender frame kissing his lips. He knew what Orlando meant. He always felt relaxed as the front door clicked shut after a hard day of work, everything they had fought for worth something, surfacing in moments like seeing Orlando cleaning the house, making dinner together or making love.

“We need to shower,” Viggo stated after a long comfortable silence that had fallen between them.

“Care to join me?”

Orlando smiled and nodded, sliding off the bed, pulling the bedspread off of Viggo, revealing his gorgeous body which was relaxed by the aftermath. Orlando took Viggo’s hand and pulled him up, smiling at the groan Viggo let out sitting up.

“What?” Viggo asked and laughed. “You aren’t exactly small, honey.”

Orlando burst out laughing and pulled Viggo into the shower. “I can say the same about you.”

“Wanna try?” Viggo growled and Orlando laughed more.

“We’ll never get out of the shower if we continue this.”

“And if we did it... hmmm... here?”

“You... are insatiable.” Orlando gasped backing against the cold tiles.

“Can you blame me?” Viggo asked with a predatory voice, trapping Orlando between himself and the shower wall. Orlando shook his head biting his lower lip. He was in trouble, big trouble but he didn’t want it any other way.

The End