vigorli | fic: Geek!Orlando, Interlude 3 (Orlando/Viggo, adult)

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title: Geek!Orlando, Interlude 3
by:

stormatdusk
pairing: viggo/orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; hurt/comfort.
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: the story starts here.

Orlando really shouldn't be sitting here with his forehead resting on the steering wheel of his parked van in the parking lot of Best Buys R Us at 11:12 on a Monday morning. He should be getting back inside and finishing up that new shipment of MS Comfort Curve 2000 Keyboards.

But.

But his dad and stepmom had just spent four days - - four really good, wonderful, special days - - here with him. With him and Viggo.

They'd driven up from Florida, and they'd stayed right at their house with them, in their little guest room. Orlando had gotten the room all spiffed up; he'd bought new sheets and a sound machine, and he'd put some fresh flowers in a vase. His dad would never admit it, but he'd always been a flowers guy, all the way, and he noticed the little things. Plus, it just made Orlando happy inside to spoil him a little.

This was their first time meeting Viggo, and Orlando had been just a little bit nervous, but not really lots because geez, it was Viggo, after all. His dad had given Viggo a big warm handshake and a hug, and watching them, Orlando'd felt a tickly little sniggle in his stomach to see that Viggo was actually a little taller than his dad. Somehow that was a little weird.

And kind of also a little sexy.

At first Orlando's stepmom had seemed just a tiny bit... well, not cool, really, but just a little distant, maybe? Something. Orlando loved her to pieces; she'd been his stepmom since he was ten, and he and Sam had always gotten along great with her. Sometimes to make her laugh they called her, "Mommish." Orlando was really lucky; he had two moms and two dads and they all loved him and vice versa.

But this time, she'd seemed a little off or something. A couple of times, Orlando had seen her glance at Viggo and then look away quickly before Viggo saw her. It made Orlando wonder if maybe she didn't really care for Viggo.

Then on the second afternoon of their visit, she'd quietly stopped Orlando in the hallway and whispered, "Hon, I just have to tell you: if I didn't already love your father... I'd give you a run for your money for that one!"

Orlando had felt his face freeze sort of funny and his eyes get all wide, and then his stepmom had hugged him and laughed. Then that little piece of weirdness had just evaporated, and he'd laughed with her, long and hard. It was kind of a little strange, his stepmom thinking that his Viggo was cute, but totally a good strange. When they'd finally gone back out to the living room, Orlando's dad had asked them what was so funny, and that had started the two of them laughing again.

Since then, they'd all four had such a great time, so warm and fun, it was like Viggo had always been a part of the family. They'd stayed up late laughing and playing Euchre and Michigan Rummy and drinking cream soda from fancy glasses and telling stories.

Orlando's dad had told Viggo about one time when Orlando was four and he and his dad were standing in front of the bathroom mirror. His dad had had a little white hairbrush, and he sloooooowly, caaaaaarefully brushed out one perfect curl on the very top of Orlando's head, stretching it out flat. He'd been all hushed, waiting until the exact second when the brush reached the end of the curl, and when the curl had finally sprung back up, he'd made a really funny BOING! sound that had sent Orlando into fits of giggles. He'd done it over and over again, and even though little Orlando had soon understood the game, he'd still laughed till it hurt, each time.

It was kind of an embarrassing story, but seeing Viggo's face right then had made Orlando feel all glowy inside.

They'd all gone out to eat one night at the same restaurant where Viggo and Orlando had had their first date. Orlando was really glad that this time he'd remembered to wear a shirt that was sort of... longer. In front. He knew from experience now that there was no way he would be able to get through a whole dinner sitting next to his Toasty Boyfriend and smelling the garlic toast that the restaurant made without... well... y'know. It was just smarter to have some emergency coverage.

And Viggo had made big breakfasts of French toast and scrambled eggs, and Orlando had made the Tang (in two flavors!) and set the table, and it was all just so... it was so nice, being together, when they so rarely got to be.

So soon, the visit was over, and his dad and stepmom had had to start their drive back to Florida. Orlando had said goodbye to them last night, since he'd be going into work early this morning, and it had gone okay. Somehow it wasn't as hard to say goodbye when he knew they'd be sleeping just down the hall in the guest room, and he could pretend that they weren't really leaving tomorrow.

But then today, just now, they'd come here to the store to say goodbye one more time, and Orlando had come out to the parking lot and hugged his dad, and his stepmom, and then his dad again, and Orlando had watched them drive away, and.... well.

So, here he was.

Orlando lifted his head at a soft tap on the van's window.

"Viggo?" Orlando tried to roll down the window but then remembered it wouldn't go down unless he turned on the ignition. He cracked open the door. "What are you doing here?"

Viggo's car was parked behind him. Orlando hadn't even noticed him pull up.

"They just left?" Viggo opened the van's door enough to step in closer to Orlando. He cupped Orlando's face with one big, warm hand. Viggo's sad, beautiful blue eyes looked a lot like Orlando felt inside, a sinking, heavy, dark-dark-blue-almost-black scratchy feeling way down in his stomach.

Orlando opened his mouth to answer, but the words got stuck in his throat and suddenly it felt all burny behind his eyes. He clamped his mouth shut and blinked hard and nodded.

"Oh, baby," Viggo crooned and moved very close, his Viggo Gravity Field immediately sucking Orlando's face into its home position, buried in the side of Viggo's neck. Viggo's scent made Orlando want to melt into warm Jello, but no - - if he did that right now, he'd be a mess. He stiffened and tried to pull away.

"Let's go home, hm?" Viggo asked, his voice gentle. Orlando was about to try to croak out that he had a few more hours left on his shift when Viggo added, "It's okay. Karl called me."

Orlando looked toward the store. Karl was there, and so was Elijah, looking out of the glass. Karl nodded at Orlando and gave him a little wave before turning away.

Elijah smiled in commiseration and threw Orlando a Vulcan hand salute. Elijah had seen the movie 27 times (and counting) in the theatre. At any given moment, he could pretty much tell you the exact number of minutes until the DVD was going to be released. He was constantly going on about how "smokin' hot" the new Bones was. And lately he'd been dropping little mentions of some 'slash' thing, and how he was hoping to find stories people were writing about Bones getting it on with Boromir. He hadn't found any yet but he didn't seem at all discouraged from looking.

Sometimes Orlando worried about Elijah.

Orlando slid over to the passenger seat of his van, and Viggo started the van.

Orlando looked out the window along the way. He tried to think about how Karl was a good boss and a good friend, and how the clouds looked super fluffy today. He tried hard not to think about his dad and stepmom, and how long it might be until he saw them again.

+ + +

When they got home, Orlando went straight to their bedroom. He took off his clothes and folded his glasses on the nightstand. He crawled into bed and curled up on his side. Maybe a few minutes of cool, dark bed would make everything better. Bed was just about the best place in the world.

Orlando didn't really know what to expect as far as heaven or God or any of that, but he sure hoped that whatever it was, it'd be a place where there was no such thing as goodbye. Maybe it could be a big huge cool house, with lots of rooms so people could have their privacy when they wanted, but no one ever went away, no one got divorced and moved across the country, and no one died, and if you missed someone you could just go downstairs and talk to them and get a hug.

He clutched his extra pillow to his chest. Maybe if he could just sleep for a while....

But then the scent of his dad's Old Spice cologne drifted through his mind, and Orlando felt it all spill over.

He could keep himself from making a sound, but he couldn't stop the tears that were sliding down his temple and into the pillow, and suddenly, it was just too much work to try anymore.

He felt Viggo's weight on the bed then, and Viggo spooned up behind him and pulled him close. He kissed the back of Orlando's neck and just held him.

Orlando pressed back into Viggo. He closed his eyes, felt his mind go fuzzy, felt things go soft at the edges. He fidgeted until Viggo's arms were more firmly around him, holding tight, grounding him. His body began to rock, hips shuttling slowly back and forth, and soon he could feel Viggo's cock hardening behind him each time Orlando shifted back into him.

It felt good, so good; it felt somewhere outside himself, somewhere that wasn't remembering that this wasn't heaven and that goodbyes were very much real things.

Viggo stilled his own hips, mumbling quiet words of apology into Orlando's hair.

Orlando made a small sound in his throat and reached for Viggo's hip.

He guided him forward again, pressing back with his own butt, encouraging the rocking again, because it was helping, it really was. His chest still felt solid and heavy and he couldn't stop the hot tears that were sliding down his temple and into the pillow, but over it all, some sort of peace was spreading, seeping up from inside him, across him, over him, and it was helping. Maybe, Orlando thought, maybe this was why the ocean must not ever be sad for very long, because it was always rocking, always soothing itself, always making things better.

He really wanted to go to the beach someday.

He felt his need for Viggo sort of roar up, swallow up the sad and the empty stuff, and suddenly all he wanted was Viggo's hands on him, making him move and shift and coil tighter and tighter, until he came, until it all let go. He managed to breathe,

"Please; please, Vi - - "

and Viggo's warm, strong hand found him, moved on him, smooth and right and good. Viggo's other arm tightened around him, pulled him even closer, and Orlando could feel every inch of his back, his butt, his legs, all of it, right up against Viggo, so close, wrapped up in him, safe and cocooned. The orgasm washed over him almost in slow-motion, rolling waves of warmth and sensation and white-yellow sparkles behind his eyes.

It receded very gradually, leaving him languid and soothed and sleepy. Orlando drifted off, the sharp of sadness now faded to only a soft, dull ache, and Viggo's arms around him reminded him wordlessly that everything really was going to be alright.

end, for now