vigorli

Title: Letting Go (2/20)
Author:

viggorliforever
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG-13/R
Warning: AU
Feedback: Oh yes please!!
Email: laralastwins@yahoo.com
Archived/crossposted:

orlandoslash,

switch_bottoms,

vigorli
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and we own nothing but our imaginations! So don't hurt us xP
Summary: written for the

20_hot_promptsfic challenge (although the 20 prompts are meant for strictly Spuffy we couldn't help but borrow the table and twist it for V/O). Here is our table. The 20 prompts follow Viggo's attempt to get Orlando to let go of his past.
Author's Note: Unbetaed so beware...also first fic posted by us =P

Prompt 2: Exhibitionism
[Part 1]

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“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.”

Viggo smirked as they lounged comfortably in the back of the limousine, slipping an arm around Orlando. “Soon, angel. We’re almost there.” Orlando was probably one of the most impatient people he’d ever met, and yet it was something that made him entirely unique, and something Viggo would never change.

“You know I hate surprises,” he mock-pouted but relaxed into Viggo’s body as the driver took another sharp left.

“You’ll like this one,” Viggo whispered, nuzzling into his lover’s soft brown curls. “I promise.”
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Orlando noted that wherever Viggo was taking them was quite farther than he had expected. He had assumed that his lover was taking him to some fancy, A-list, 5-star restaurant, but as they passed the city he began to wonder where they hell they were going. Viggo seemed to sense his lover’s confusion and he reached over taking Orlando’s hand in his own and kissing the knuckles, but saying nothing else.

Since he knew he wasn’t going to get anything out of Viggo he decided to lean against the man, placing his head in the junction of neck and shoulder and rest until they got to wherever it may lead.

He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew he was being shaken awake, a soft voice whispering in his ear. “Angel, we’re here.” Orlando had been quite comfy up until now and he shifted in the back of the car, letting his eyes slowly open to Viggo slipping out of the car.

Following his lover he found himself staring at a large cottagesque restaurant. But more upscale if that made any sense. The stone was of rich amber and the more he looked at it the more he thought that it may perhaps be a small castle with its beautiful architecture and large archways. Needless to say it was quite romantic and it also seemed to be placed in the middle of nowhere. A perfect fairytale in his eyes. “It’s wonderful Viggo. How did you know about this place? It’s like from another world or something.” Orlando moved closer to Viggo, threading one of his arms around the older mans. He felt like he didn’t have to hide here, hide their relationship from the public eye.

“A friend of a friend, you know how those things work. Plus I was told it was really low-key and they are very private as well so we can just be ourselves.” Orlando’s heart beat rapidly against his chest knowing that Viggo had chosen this place so that they could just be together without worrying about eyes constantly staring at them.

Holding Viggo tighter they walked into the restaurant together. If the outside was beautiful the inside was ten times more exquisite. It looked like any other high end restaurant with crystal everywhere and the subdue lighting gave it a romantic yet warm atmosphere. It made him a little nervous.

Orlando glanced downward, staring at his reflection in the shiny marble flooring. Viggo caught his gaze and wrapped an arm around Orlando’s waist. “Reservation for Mortensen.” He smiled warmly towards Orlando and the young Brit nodded, knowing that tonight was just about him and Viggo. And the elder was determined to make it so.

The waitress flipped through the large reservation booklet and nodded, leading them through the main dining area. She sat them at an available table for two, dressed with a linen tablecloth and fine China dinnerware. The entire restaurant was decorated in a contemporary fashion, with peach walls reaching up towards an angular ceiling supported with tall, white columns. Orlando had been so distracted by the eye-catching decorations that he had hardly noticed Viggo’s hand on top of his own, and the reassuring smile the other man offered.

“My name is Jeanette, and I will be your server for this evening,” the blonde said, handing each of them menus. “Would either of you be interested in a glass of Chardonnay?” She proudly displayed the bottle of wine as if she were Vanna White’s long-lost sister. Viggo nodded appreciatively.

“We would enjoy that very much,” he added, but never took his eyes off of Orlando. His lover seemed unusually quiet, and Viggo knew all too well that this entire situation was still bothering him. Of course it was never easy putting a past romance to rest, even more so when it felt like real love. Orlando had confided in Viggo after their break-up that he thought Craig was the one he had been destined for. But looking into those blue-grey eyes of the very man now sitting across from him, Orlando realized that what had seemed right at the time was actually wrong. Craig was a cheater. Viggo was not.

“Would you like a minute to decide on your entrées, or are you ready to order?” Jeanette asked, pen and notepad in hand.

“Give us a moment,” Viggo replied, glancing over the top of his menu to see that Orlando had not yet even opened his. Jeanette bowed her head and walked away from the table, and Viggo set his menu down, reaching across the table to take each of Orlando’s hands in his own. “You okay?”

“Just thinking.”

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

Orlando sighed and shook his head. Last night was wonderful, but there had been a lack of talking, and that was what he really needed right now. “I feel like I’m ruining everything. You set up this amazing dinner date and all I can think about are those e-mails and everything that happened back then… I can’t… - it’s just so hard…”

“The hardest part is letting go. But I’m here to help you through it, angel.” He raised Orlando’s hand to his mouth and placed upon it a sweet kiss. “Whatever you need, whenever you need it. Just let me know and I’ll do my best to give it to you.” It seemed to be just the answer Orlando was hoping for, as a smile began to form at the corners of his lips.

“I love you, Vig,” he breathed, feeling deep down that the night had just taken a turn for the better.

“Love you too, Lan. But sitting here starving isn’t going to solve anything. Get whatever you’d like - I’m buying.”

“In that case, I think I’ll order the Lobster Osso Buczco.”
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The meal had been another quiet affair. This was becoming common between the lovers, at least this silence was a bit less awkward then the night before. It seemed that both Viggo and Orlando were lost in their own worlds.

Viggo had tried to get a conversation going, and Orlando had answered with as few words as possible. Viggo tried again and after he continually got nothing in return he just went silent allowing himself to enjoy the meal and the company. Though whenever he looked over at his lover picking at the lobster he couldn’t help but watch as those eyes glazed over in past memories.

“Orlando?” He set his fork down and reached across the table, his hand settling on Orlando’s fidgeting digits.

“Good dinner, yeah?” He said automatically before he realized that wasn’t the question that was asked and he blushed a bit looking up at Viggo. “I’m so sorry Vig. You took me out to this beautiful restaurant so that we could be together and yet I am screwing it up. I’m such a wanker… It’s just my mind is all over the place and it won’t slow down…”

Before Orlando could finish his rambling he caught a wicked glint in Viggo’s eyes. A dark brow raised watching Viggo pick up his fork and ‘accidently’ drop it to the floor. Without another word the man slid from the booth that he sat in and slipped beneath the floor length dark cloth. Orlando’s mouth remained agape as he realized what Viggo was doing.

“Viggo… what if someone sees, you can’t go under there… come back up and we’ll… ahhh” Fingers moved up along his thighs, pushing them apart slightly and then he felt a hand palming against his groin which was suddenly stirring.

He could not believe this was happening to him; they were at a rather expensive restaurant and here he sat with his lover beneath the table about to suck him off. It was actually quite erotic now that he thought about it. His body was always so sensitive where his lover was involved and from the moment Viggo had slipped under the table he was already throbbing in his dress pants, thinking about all the things that he wanted Viggo to do to him.

The urge to lift the table cloth was getting to him but he kept his hands on the edge of the table, trying to make it look like he was just waiting patiently for his lover when in fact he was trying to keep himself calm, which was very hard to do when his lover was stroking him through his pants, working him into full arousal.

Orlando imagined what Viggo looked right now, on his knees beneath the table just feet away from the other patrons who were eating their dinners completely unaware of what was happening right now. Fuck everything else; he just wanted Viggo’s mouth on him now. He was just about to reach under the table and direct Viggo’s attention to more pleasurable things when a soft cough caught his attention. Wide brown eyes stared up from the table to the waitress.

“Is everything all right, sir?” Jeanette glanced at Orlando in worry - he seemed extremely nervous.

“Fine… fine, everything is great.”

The waitress pointed towards Viggo’s abandoned chair with a raised eyebrow. “Where did he - ?”

“Bathroom.”

“Ah. He seems like a really nice guy.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty aah - amazing…”

“Um, you’re certain that you’re all right?”

“Mm-hmm,” Orlando nodded and bit his lower lip. One last crooked glance from the waitress and then she was gone, and Orlando could feel the deepest shade of crimson colouring his cheeks. He lifted the end of the pallid tablecloth up, just enough to see Viggo teasing his manhood through the tight pants. Orlando felt himself swooning and gripped the sides of the chair to keep his balance. “Vig - ” he bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan that threatened to spill out. Instead, he reached underneath the table and tugged firmly on Viggo’s hair, knowing that if this escalated any further, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. “Vig, stop, I - I’m gonna…”

“Cum?” Viggo whispered against his crotch, the hot breath driving Orlando wild. Oh, how he wanted to throw Viggo on top of the table and screw him senseless. His mind was racing with such dirty thoughts - all of the things he could do to Viggo in front of the other diners - scandalous and immoral and written all over the front covers of tabloids…

“Orlando! Long time, no see.”

Viggo’s eyes widened as he sat up and nearly smacked his head on the table. No, it couldn’t be. Not here, not now.

“Craig?”

Tonight had not gone as planned.

Part 3 Coming Soon...