Interrupted

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Title: Interrupted
Author: Artemis Allen
Rating: PG for innuendo
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Beta: The one and only silvan_lady; but then I may have tinkered with it, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction.
Summary: This snippet was inspired by multiple conversations with silvan_lady and gattodoro who are the best buddies anyone could ever have.
Word Count: 500



Viggo applied one last swirl of paint to the canvas he was working on then wiped his brush with the hem of his shirt before remembering that Orlando had told him at least a thousand times, not to do so. He rubbed at the smear of paint, spreading it further, then grimaced at the result before deciding it hadn’t been his fault, he’d been distracted; there had been strange noises emanating from somewhere else in the house for several minutes now and they were interrupting his creative flow. Rubbing his hands on the back of his jeans to prevent transferring paint to the door handles, because Orlando had continually told him not to do that as well, he emerged from his studio and listened.

The noises were coming from the direction of the utility room at the back of the house; it was a mixture of banging and grunting. Viggo smiled fondly, it was definitely Orlando doing the grunting, and his cock swelled at the image those sounds evoked; his lover had been grunting in a very similar manner that morning when he’d been buried balls deep in Viggo’s ass. However, since he and his lover were currently in different rooms he decided he’d better investigate.

The door to the utility room was ajar and as Viggo peered inside, he could see that the large freezer which Orlando had insisted they install, because he wanted to extend his culinary repertoire, was open and Orlando appeared to be rummaging in its depths. Only the lower half of his body was visible as he was bent over the edge of the freezer, balancing precariously on his tip toes with his butt in the air. Viggo tilted his head and admired the view; watching Orlando’s ass was a pleasure that would never grow old. The t-shirt which only ever had a tenuous relationship with his midriff had ridden up, or perhaps down given Orlando’s half inverted state, and exposed the smooth olive skin that covered the taut muscles of his back, and the jeans, even though they were secured with a strong leather belt, had correspondingly shifted downwards, the dark cleft tantalisingly visible above the denim, which now stretched tightly around the swelling curve of his buttocks,


Viggo sighed happily and palmed the growing bulge in his own jeans, but thought he had better make enquiries. “What exactly are you doing in there?”


“I’m looking for some meat,” came the muffled and somewhat frustrated reply. “I need to start cooking, we have friends coming for dinner.”


“Hmmm,” Viggo purred. “I think I know where you can find some.” He advanced on the freezer and grasping the belt with both hands, hauled Orlando out of it.


“Whaaaa!” Orlando protested. “What are you doing?”


“I’m taking you upstairs,” Viggo announced, using the belt to pull Orlando towards the door, “Where you and I will both be coming, and then later, we will be ordering takeaway pizza for dinner. I’m pretty sure our friends will understand.”