A Touch of Orlando
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vigorliTitle: A Touch of Orlando. Part 3/4
Author: Artemis Allen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo (mention of other partners)
Beta: And banner makersilvan_lady; Thank you.
Obviously I have tampered with it because I can’t leave well alone, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Dedication: A sort of continuing Birthday present forgattodoro.
Word Count: 3,700
Summary: The English and Americans are two peoples divided by a common language.
Notes: I have shamelessly ‘borrowed’ the main plot from a film but I have reworked it so that it’s nowhere near as smart and funny as the original and Orlando probably won't get an Oscar for it. Anyway, apologies to anyone who is at all unhappy about this travesty.
Part 1
Chapter 3
“Wow, this is amazing!” Orlando said as he stepped out of the car and stretched. It had been a long drive north; Viggo’s Audi Q5 was very comfortable, in fact, it was so comfortable that since a lot of their route had been on boring motorways Orlando had happily slept a good part of the way; they had stopped for a break every couple of hours and he had enjoyed seeing the massive Angel of the North sculpture which towered over the A1M but he was very relieved to have finally arrived. The hotel in front of him, Souris Mort Hall, looked and sounded more like a stately home though and he was suitably impressed. “So are your meetings with the engineering company being held here as well? Is that to intimidate them?”
“No, we’ve booked a meeting room at another hotel about ten miles away, and that’s where the rest of our team is staying,” Viggo said, as he levered himself out of the driver’s seat and also stretched his limbs. “But this hotel is much better, so this is where we’re staying.”
“It looks wonderful,” Orlando said, his survey taking in the elaborate terraces, the well-kept grounds stretching for acres and the huge, old, dark stone building that rose up before him.
“It was highly recommended,” Viggo said, opening the boot and beginning to haul out their bags. He handed Orlando his holdall and suit carrier and then pulled out his own cases and a set of golf clubs.
“You brought your golf clubs?” Orlando said in surprise.
“Yeah, the hotel has a golf course. I was planning to play a couple of rounds while we’re here.”
“If you’d mentioned it I’d have brought mine,” Orlando said.
“Oh!” Viggo looked surprised. “You play?”
“Yes, I play,” Orlando responded sharply, a little annoyed by the man’s obvious assumption that he didn’t.
“Well, if you want a game I’m sure we can hire you some clubs,” Viggo said reasonably. “They have all the usual facilities here.”
Orlando immediately regretted his revelation. He hadn’t played since he and Luke had split up and golf had always been more Luke’s passion than his. Initially it had been something they had enjoyed doing together but like almost everything else in their relationship it had become a battleground because although he wasn’t as keen on the game, Orlando had been a better golfer than Luke; something that his competitive boyfriend found annoying.
“Um, yeah, sure,” Orlando said, uncertainly, “although it’s a while since I played. I may not be much competition.”
“Are you trying to hustle me?” Viggo said.
“Of course not!” Orlando replied, indignantly. He shouldered his bag and thought to himself that this was all about moving on, a pleasant, friendly round of golf would actually be quite nice. “But I would like to play here. It would be good to get some exercise.”
Viggo grinned at him, “Oh, I was planning on us getting plenty of exercise,” he said with a suggestive wink. Orlando grinned back, he was planning on that too. Viggo was wearing a pair of figure-hugging jeans today and Orlando had been able to fully appreciate the nicely shaped arse that he’d admired when they’d first met in Hyde Park. Viggo lifted his bags and started towards the steps to the entrance but then he stopped and rearranged the shoulder strap of his golf clubs, wincing slightly.
“You OK?” Orlando asked. “Can I carry something?”
“No, I’m OK, I think I’ve got them balanced now, it maybe wasn’t a good idea to drive up in one day though, my back is a little sore.”
“I should have offered to share the driving,” Orlando said. “Sorry, I didn’t think.” Although Viggo didn’t reply, the alarmed look on his face told Orlando that the offer wouldn’t have been accepted and as he followed Viggo up the steps he reminded himself that he wasn’t the man’s partner, he wasn’t even his friend, he was just a temporary diversion and there was no way Viggo would be letting him drive the, undoubtedly very expensive, Audi.
The interior of the hotel was as amazing as the outside; all polished oak, parquet floors and stained glass windows. They registered and Viggo booked a table for dinner, then the porter stacked their luggage onto a cart and took them up to their room. Only it wasn’t a room; when he followed Viggo inside Orlando discovered that it was more like a small apartment. He’d never seen such a huge bed, there was surely room enough for four people to sleep quite comfortably; then there were two sofas either side of an occasional table and a dining table in the bow window with four upright chairs. The bathroom was decorated in marble and the freestanding bath was set in another bow window which was unfrosted so it gave a beautiful view out over the park.
“Gosh!” was all Orlando could manage as Viggo tipped the porter.
Viggo waved a hand towards the window and the glorious scenery. “Does it meet your requirements?” he asked with a smug smile. “I’m assured that the food is excellent here too, I’ve booked us into the bistro tonight, I thought we’d leave the main restaurant for later in the week when we’re really on vacation.”
“It’s fantastic,” Orlando said, then remembering his manners, “thank you.”
“Let's unpack, the table is booked for seven, I don’t want to be too late to bed as I have to get up early in the morning.”
“Unpack, sure,” Orlando said. Although they hadn’t talked much during the drive, they’d stopped off for a pleasant lunch and a couple of coffee breaks and Orlando was becoming more comfortable in the older man’s company; when he dropped the alpha male behaviour, he was smart and funny and damn sexy. Orlando was tempted to suggest that Viggo lie down and rest his back for half an hour before dinner and to offer to unpack for him; except it would be embarrassing to be observed burying his face in Viggo’s shirts just to enjoy the seductive quality of the fine fabrics; even the jeans and sweatshirt he was wearing were from good designer labels. He was pleased that his own wardrobe, although in brighter shades and mostly casual, was also suitably expensive. He naturally liked good clothes and being in the business it was easy for him to acquire quality at a reasonable price, but unpacking hadn’t really been the first thing on his agenda when they arrived at the hotel, he’d been hoping for some quick and dirty sex because his attraction to Viggo had been growing all day and he’d have liked some relief; but that was ridiculous, they were here until Saturday, there was plenty of time.
Dinner in the bistro was very good; Viggo had declined alcohol as he had to work the next day but Orlando had a couple of glasses of wine, and by the time they arrived back in their suite he was pleasantly buzzed. He had noticed Viggo wince when they’d stood up from the table and when he pulled off his sweatshirt there was a definite groan.
“Are you OK?” he asked. “Why don’t you take a hot bath?”
Viggo sighed and sat down stiffly on the bed. “Yeah, I should have done that when we got here and now I’m too damn tired.” It was a few moments before he continued, “Look, Orlando, I know you have expectations, but would you mind if we postponed the sex until tomorrow. I’m exhausted and I have to be up early and…,” he massaged the bottom of his spine, “I don’t want to freak you out by having my back seize up in the middle of it.”
“No, I understand, I certainly don’t want that either. Would you like a back rub though?”
“What?”
“If you get into bed I could give you a massage, try and loosen up some of your back muscles. My ex…, people say I’m quite good at it.”
Viggo hesitated but then nodded. “Sure, that sounds good.”
Viggo grabbed a pair of thin cotton pants to sleep in and stripped unselfconsciously in the middle of the room, before pulling them on. Orlando couldn’t help watching the older man. He had a good body and a nicely sized penis; he was sure that when they finally got around to it the sex would be great, but his own body had immediately reacted to the sight and he concentrated on quelling his urge to just rip Viggo’s pants back off and deep throat him.
Viggo lay face down on the bed and Orlando straddled him balancing on his knees while he kneaded the upper shoulders and then progressed down the spine. As he worked, Viggo emitted a mixture of low groans and appreciative hums both of which went straight to Orlando’s groin; he was clinging to a faint hope that Viggo might feel revived enough to change his mind about the sex but when the humming turned to soft snores he realised that he’d fallen asleep. Orlando continued to run his hands more gently over the lower back, just feeling the strong lines of the muscles and moving dangerously close to the tempting curve of the firm buttocks but he eventually decided that Viggo was out for the count and clambered reluctantly to the floor. He covered Viggo with the duvet and then retreated to the bathroom for a shower, and some much needed relief courtesy of his own hand.
When he finally climbed into bed he left plenty of space between them, not so much as to not disturb his bed partner but to avoid any more arousal on his part. Dom had been right really; after Luke left he should have gone straight out and got himself laid; they hadn’t been having much sex anyway, certainly not good sex, for some months, so he was already somewhat frustrated. But one night stands weren’t really Orlando’s thing, not since his early twenties anyway; he preferred to get to know a guy before he slept with him and yes, he liked a touch of romance. Viggo had been very clear that this wasn’t a romantic weekend, or week as it had worked out, but this whole setting certainly felt romantic; although Orlando suspected it was just that the man liked expensive comforts. As he finally drifted towards sleep he resolved, again, just to enjoy the week and then when he got back to London, he would start to seriously date again.
When Orlando awoke the next morning Viggo had already left. He was partly cross at not being woken but partly relieved at not having had to watch the man dress; he visualised him though, fresh from the shower; the damp skin, the tousled hair, the towel carelessly slung around his hips. Orlando reached for the box of tissues on the bedside table and imagined it all very vividly.
Viggo had left a note, scrawled on the hotel writing paper. He suggested Orlando take advantage of some of the hotel’s many facilities and added that he had booked dinner in the bistro again for 7pm. There was a driving range and a putting green attached to the hotel golf course and so after a morning swim and a light lunch Orlando spent a couple of hours practising his golf strokes; he concluded that he could still produce a decent game and felt easier about playing with Viggo later in the week. Knowing that Viggo would be working he had packed his kindle and was still happily reading up in the room unaware of the time passing until he received a text from Viggo saying he was just about to return to the hotel and would meet him in the bistro.
Orlando was already seated at their table when Viggo arrived and it was clear from his demeanour and the scowl on his face that he was in a very bad mood. Much like the day he and Dom had spotted him in the Strand, Viggo’s tie had been roughly loosened and he might have also been trying to pull his hair out. Orlando was unsure how to proceed; should he ask how things had gone at the meeting, or should he just try to be distracting company. He decided to at least acknowledge Viggo’s mood, smiled sympathetically and said, “Tough day huh?” Viggo grunted something unintelligible but as he sat down he looked directly at Orlando and his face seemed to soften a little, at least so Orlando thought. “Would you like to talk about it?” he ventured.
Once again the eyebrows shot up and Orlando realised he had overreached. Of course, the man didn’t want to discuss his business with him; Orlando was purely there to provide entertainment and he scrambled for something else to say. Before he could fix upon anything more innocuous the waitress appeared and having studied the menu the previous evening they ordered at once. Orlando again ordered a glass of wine and after a brief hesitation, Viggo ordered one too. The dinner conversation started awkwardly but gradually Viggo began to relax and although he didn’t share details of his meeting and he never quite seemed to be not thinking of something else, he observed that the other hotel, although very pleasant and boasting lawns which ran right down to the river, was not as nice as this one and he was pleased with the choice he’d made. Orlando backed this up with his experience of the swimming pool and his bar lunch and by the time they went upstairs the atmosphere was less strained.
Although he was well dressed Viggo didn’t seem to care about being neat and Orlando had been itching all evening to either straighten or remove Viggo’s mangled tie. So the door had barely swung shut before he reached for the length of blue silk and started to unknot it. Viggo initially took a step backwards in surprise but then appeared to rethink and let Orlando continue. Having draped the tie over his arm, Orlando unbuttoned the waistcoat and then moved behind Viggo so that he could relieve him of that and the jacket together. He diligently took them to the wardrobe and hung them up but when he turned back intending to continue the undressing Viggo was frowning and already unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh!” Orlando said, disappointed, “I was hoping to do that.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Viggo said, “but I can manage this on my own, so let’s just get undressed and go to bed shall we?”
Orlando sensed that the mood had changed again and he wasn’t sure why; maybe Viggo didn’t like other people taking the initiative; maybe he was taking the undressing, which he personally considered foreplay, too slowly; perhaps when he had asked if there was anything Orlando wanted to know during that first lunch, Orlando should have presented him with a comprehensive questionnaire. “Yes, of course,” Orlando replied, he was prepared to indulge Viggo’s preferences if it meant he was going to get sex.
The sight of Viggo, standing beside the bed, semi-erect, as he laid out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, had been enough of a stimulant for Orlando that by the time he had undressed and slipped between the sheets his penis was already hard and leaking from anticipation. He was aware that he was getting over-excited and this might all be, embarrassingly, over far too soon. He fleetingly wondered if Viggo was going to ask if he’d prefer to top, he imagined not; nothing about the man suggested that he would ever bottom. Orlando was flexible but at this moment he was so wound up he would have been prepared to take the man’s substantial length dry just for the thrill of being penetrated.
“Light on or off?” Viggo asked as he climbed into bed.
“I don’t mind,” Orlando replied, he’d decided that, tonight at least, he was going to be acquiescent because he really wanted this to happen.
Viggo flicked the light off and finally laying a hand on Orlando’s quivering thigh said succinctly, “Up on your hands and knees would work best.”
Orlando wondered if Viggo’s back was still giving him trouble but he obediently levered himself up into the required position and Viggo’s wet fingers immediately pushed between his cheeks and circled his hole. He flinched and Viggo paused. “OK?” he asked.
“Yes, the lube’s cold, but I’m good, just do it,” Orlando replied quickly.
Viggo took him at his word and he had to bite back a curse as the first finger breached his body, he thought perhaps he should have told Viggo that he hadn’t done this in a while; he panted through the addition of the second and third, knowing it would feel better really soon, but it didn’t; Viggo was either deliberately avoiding his prostate or not bothering to look for it.
“Are you ready?” Viggo asked, after some dutiful but unstimulating stretching.
Orlando wasn’t sure that he was; Viggo had been thorough but it all seemed so perfunctory. And that was the point, he reminded himself, this wasn’t making love this was sex. His erection had flagged during the prep but not completely subsided; he was hoping that Viggo would get around to restoring it presently. “Yes, I’m ready,” he said firmly. He could try making demands tomorrow, tonight he just needed to get properly laid.
Viggo pushed into him considerately enough, pausing if Orlando flinched but not saying anything more apart from the occasional grunt. Orlando felt the familiar intense burn when he slowly pulled out and anticipated the painful pleasure of the next powerful thrust but Viggo instead settled on a shallow easy rhythm, not penetrating as far as Orlando would have liked, or needed. He assumed this was just the build up and at least it meant that he was able to keep enough balance to be able to reach for his cock and stroke himself back to full hardness. He would have liked Viggo’s hand there too but the man had a firm grip on Orlando’s hips and seemed to be oblivious to anything else. When the older man’s breathing became faster and ragged, Orlando realised with dismay that he must be about to climax, he was nowhere near ready to come himself and he desperately wanted Viggo’s cock still pounding into his arse when he did. He sped up the movements of his own hand and when Viggo finally came with a low strangled groan, he managed with a rough twist and a vicious squeeze to follow him; collapsing gratefully face down and panting into the pillow.
Viggo pulled out and made for the bathroom. When he came back to bed, he patted Orlando’s thigh and said vaguely, “That was great.” When Orlando returned from his own trip to clean up, Viggo was already asleep.
Sleep eluded Orlando though, he lay at a distance from his bed companion, thinking, so much for having great sex. From a forceful vibrant man like Viggo he’d expected more; certainly more enthusiasm, ideally more attention too. The man was sexy and demanding the rest of the time, what the hell had just happened in bed? It wasn’t even that Orlando felt used, just unsatisfied; Viggo had been almost reticent.
Orlando was woken the next morning when Viggo banged the wardrobe door.
“Hey there,” Viggo said, uncertainly, pulling on his suit jacket, “I was just about to leave. Will you be OK on your own again today?”
“Yes, I’ll be OK,” Orlando said.
“And last night was good for you?” Viggo continued, “I must have been asleep when you came back to bed.”
“It was fine,” Orlando said shortly, burrowing back down under the covers.
“Fine?” Viggo queried. “What do you mean fine?”
“I mean it was fine,” Orlando repeated.
“Fine!” Viggo’s voice rose a little. “That’s not what I was expecting, I thought it was pretty good. I enjoyed it.”
“Well if you enjoyed it then that’s double fine,” Orlando said.
“You didn’t?”
“Oh come on Viggo, you fucked me, I had an orgasm, it was fine.”
“I was expecting something a little more positive,” Viggo said.
“Typical bloody American,” Orlando sat up, actually annoyed now, “everything always has to be great, amazing, outstanding, the best. The sex last night was fine, not the best I’ve ever had, but truthfully, not the worst either, it was fine.”
“Right, well, that’s my illusion of giving an adequate performance shattered.”
“Oh don’t be ridiculous, you know the first time with a new lover isn’t always brilliant, you have to get to know them.”
“I’ve never had any complaints before.”
“Oh, I bet you haven’t. Why would you? You wine and dine a guy very expensively before you fuck him, he’s grateful.”
“That’s what you think I do?”
“You told me yourself it was. Am I not being grateful enough, I’m so, so sorry.”
“Right,” Viggo, buttoned his jacket with unnecessary force, “I think that’s all pretty clear, we’re obviously not going to get any more out of this… association. I have to leave now, and there is a dinner to celebrate signing the deal this evening, assuming that actually happens, so I won’t be back till late. I suggest that tomorrow morning we pack our bags, check out and head back to London, is that alright with you?”
“That’s great with me!” Orlando said. “Absolutely perfect.”
Viggo stalked out and slammed the door behind him; Orlando pulled the covers over his head. He was disappointed and cross with himself for losing his temper; he shouldn’t have got so annoyed about the unsatisfying sex but on the other hand Viggo had behaved like the arrogant American prick Orlando had assumed him to be in the park. He contemplated packing and leaving for the station at once; a seven hour car journey with a sullen driver was not a pleasant prospect, but he decided it might be even more annoying for Viggo, and right now he wanted to annoy the hell out of the man.
Author: Artemis Allen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo (mention of other partners)
Beta: And banner maker
silvan_lady; Thank you. Obviously I have tampered with it because I can’t leave well alone, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Dedication: A sort of continuing Birthday present for
gattodoro. Word Count: 3,700
Summary: The English and Americans are two peoples divided by a common language.
Notes: I have shamelessly ‘borrowed’ the main plot from a film but I have reworked it so that it’s nowhere near as smart and funny as the original and Orlando probably won't get an Oscar for it. Anyway, apologies to anyone who is at all unhappy about this travesty.
Part 1
Chapter 3
“Wow, this is amazing!” Orlando said as he stepped out of the car and stretched. It had been a long drive north; Viggo’s Audi Q5 was very comfortable, in fact, it was so comfortable that since a lot of their route had been on boring motorways Orlando had happily slept a good part of the way; they had stopped for a break every couple of hours and he had enjoyed seeing the massive Angel of the North sculpture which towered over the A1M but he was very relieved to have finally arrived. The hotel in front of him, Souris Mort Hall, looked and sounded more like a stately home though and he was suitably impressed. “So are your meetings with the engineering company being held here as well? Is that to intimidate them?”
“No, we’ve booked a meeting room at another hotel about ten miles away, and that’s where the rest of our team is staying,” Viggo said, as he levered himself out of the driver’s seat and also stretched his limbs. “But this hotel is much better, so this is where we’re staying.”
“It looks wonderful,” Orlando said, his survey taking in the elaborate terraces, the well-kept grounds stretching for acres and the huge, old, dark stone building that rose up before him.
“It was highly recommended,” Viggo said, opening the boot and beginning to haul out their bags. He handed Orlando his holdall and suit carrier and then pulled out his own cases and a set of golf clubs.
“You brought your golf clubs?” Orlando said in surprise.
“Yeah, the hotel has a golf course. I was planning to play a couple of rounds while we’re here.”
“If you’d mentioned it I’d have brought mine,” Orlando said.
“Oh!” Viggo looked surprised. “You play?”
“Yes, I play,” Orlando responded sharply, a little annoyed by the man’s obvious assumption that he didn’t.
“Well, if you want a game I’m sure we can hire you some clubs,” Viggo said reasonably. “They have all the usual facilities here.”
Orlando immediately regretted his revelation. He hadn’t played since he and Luke had split up and golf had always been more Luke’s passion than his. Initially it had been something they had enjoyed doing together but like almost everything else in their relationship it had become a battleground because although he wasn’t as keen on the game, Orlando had been a better golfer than Luke; something that his competitive boyfriend found annoying.
“Um, yeah, sure,” Orlando said, uncertainly, “although it’s a while since I played. I may not be much competition.”
“Are you trying to hustle me?” Viggo said.
“Of course not!” Orlando replied, indignantly. He shouldered his bag and thought to himself that this was all about moving on, a pleasant, friendly round of golf would actually be quite nice. “But I would like to play here. It would be good to get some exercise.”
Viggo grinned at him, “Oh, I was planning on us getting plenty of exercise,” he said with a suggestive wink. Orlando grinned back, he was planning on that too. Viggo was wearing a pair of figure-hugging jeans today and Orlando had been able to fully appreciate the nicely shaped arse that he’d admired when they’d first met in Hyde Park. Viggo lifted his bags and started towards the steps to the entrance but then he stopped and rearranged the shoulder strap of his golf clubs, wincing slightly.
“You OK?” Orlando asked. “Can I carry something?”
“No, I’m OK, I think I’ve got them balanced now, it maybe wasn’t a good idea to drive up in one day though, my back is a little sore.”
“I should have offered to share the driving,” Orlando said. “Sorry, I didn’t think.” Although Viggo didn’t reply, the alarmed look on his face told Orlando that the offer wouldn’t have been accepted and as he followed Viggo up the steps he reminded himself that he wasn’t the man’s partner, he wasn’t even his friend, he was just a temporary diversion and there was no way Viggo would be letting him drive the, undoubtedly very expensive, Audi.
The interior of the hotel was as amazing as the outside; all polished oak, parquet floors and stained glass windows. They registered and Viggo booked a table for dinner, then the porter stacked their luggage onto a cart and took them up to their room. Only it wasn’t a room; when he followed Viggo inside Orlando discovered that it was more like a small apartment. He’d never seen such a huge bed, there was surely room enough for four people to sleep quite comfortably; then there were two sofas either side of an occasional table and a dining table in the bow window with four upright chairs. The bathroom was decorated in marble and the freestanding bath was set in another bow window which was unfrosted so it gave a beautiful view out over the park.
“Gosh!” was all Orlando could manage as Viggo tipped the porter.
Viggo waved a hand towards the window and the glorious scenery. “Does it meet your requirements?” he asked with a smug smile. “I’m assured that the food is excellent here too, I’ve booked us into the bistro tonight, I thought we’d leave the main restaurant for later in the week when we’re really on vacation.”
“It’s fantastic,” Orlando said, then remembering his manners, “thank you.”
“Let's unpack, the table is booked for seven, I don’t want to be too late to bed as I have to get up early in the morning.”
“Unpack, sure,” Orlando said. Although they hadn’t talked much during the drive, they’d stopped off for a pleasant lunch and a couple of coffee breaks and Orlando was becoming more comfortable in the older man’s company; when he dropped the alpha male behaviour, he was smart and funny and damn sexy. Orlando was tempted to suggest that Viggo lie down and rest his back for half an hour before dinner and to offer to unpack for him; except it would be embarrassing to be observed burying his face in Viggo’s shirts just to enjoy the seductive quality of the fine fabrics; even the jeans and sweatshirt he was wearing were from good designer labels. He was pleased that his own wardrobe, although in brighter shades and mostly casual, was also suitably expensive. He naturally liked good clothes and being in the business it was easy for him to acquire quality at a reasonable price, but unpacking hadn’t really been the first thing on his agenda when they arrived at the hotel, he’d been hoping for some quick and dirty sex because his attraction to Viggo had been growing all day and he’d have liked some relief; but that was ridiculous, they were here until Saturday, there was plenty of time.
Dinner in the bistro was very good; Viggo had declined alcohol as he had to work the next day but Orlando had a couple of glasses of wine, and by the time they arrived back in their suite he was pleasantly buzzed. He had noticed Viggo wince when they’d stood up from the table and when he pulled off his sweatshirt there was a definite groan.
“Are you OK?” he asked. “Why don’t you take a hot bath?”
Viggo sighed and sat down stiffly on the bed. “Yeah, I should have done that when we got here and now I’m too damn tired.” It was a few moments before he continued, “Look, Orlando, I know you have expectations, but would you mind if we postponed the sex until tomorrow. I’m exhausted and I have to be up early and…,” he massaged the bottom of his spine, “I don’t want to freak you out by having my back seize up in the middle of it.”
“No, I understand, I certainly don’t want that either. Would you like a back rub though?”
“What?”
“If you get into bed I could give you a massage, try and loosen up some of your back muscles. My ex…, people say I’m quite good at it.”
Viggo hesitated but then nodded. “Sure, that sounds good.”
Viggo grabbed a pair of thin cotton pants to sleep in and stripped unselfconsciously in the middle of the room, before pulling them on. Orlando couldn’t help watching the older man. He had a good body and a nicely sized penis; he was sure that when they finally got around to it the sex would be great, but his own body had immediately reacted to the sight and he concentrated on quelling his urge to just rip Viggo’s pants back off and deep throat him.
Viggo lay face down on the bed and Orlando straddled him balancing on his knees while he kneaded the upper shoulders and then progressed down the spine. As he worked, Viggo emitted a mixture of low groans and appreciative hums both of which went straight to Orlando’s groin; he was clinging to a faint hope that Viggo might feel revived enough to change his mind about the sex but when the humming turned to soft snores he realised that he’d fallen asleep. Orlando continued to run his hands more gently over the lower back, just feeling the strong lines of the muscles and moving dangerously close to the tempting curve of the firm buttocks but he eventually decided that Viggo was out for the count and clambered reluctantly to the floor. He covered Viggo with the duvet and then retreated to the bathroom for a shower, and some much needed relief courtesy of his own hand.
When he finally climbed into bed he left plenty of space between them, not so much as to not disturb his bed partner but to avoid any more arousal on his part. Dom had been right really; after Luke left he should have gone straight out and got himself laid; they hadn’t been having much sex anyway, certainly not good sex, for some months, so he was already somewhat frustrated. But one night stands weren’t really Orlando’s thing, not since his early twenties anyway; he preferred to get to know a guy before he slept with him and yes, he liked a touch of romance. Viggo had been very clear that this wasn’t a romantic weekend, or week as it had worked out, but this whole setting certainly felt romantic; although Orlando suspected it was just that the man liked expensive comforts. As he finally drifted towards sleep he resolved, again, just to enjoy the week and then when he got back to London, he would start to seriously date again.
When Orlando awoke the next morning Viggo had already left. He was partly cross at not being woken but partly relieved at not having had to watch the man dress; he visualised him though, fresh from the shower; the damp skin, the tousled hair, the towel carelessly slung around his hips. Orlando reached for the box of tissues on the bedside table and imagined it all very vividly.
Viggo had left a note, scrawled on the hotel writing paper. He suggested Orlando take advantage of some of the hotel’s many facilities and added that he had booked dinner in the bistro again for 7pm. There was a driving range and a putting green attached to the hotel golf course and so after a morning swim and a light lunch Orlando spent a couple of hours practising his golf strokes; he concluded that he could still produce a decent game and felt easier about playing with Viggo later in the week. Knowing that Viggo would be working he had packed his kindle and was still happily reading up in the room unaware of the time passing until he received a text from Viggo saying he was just about to return to the hotel and would meet him in the bistro.
Orlando was already seated at their table when Viggo arrived and it was clear from his demeanour and the scowl on his face that he was in a very bad mood. Much like the day he and Dom had spotted him in the Strand, Viggo’s tie had been roughly loosened and he might have also been trying to pull his hair out. Orlando was unsure how to proceed; should he ask how things had gone at the meeting, or should he just try to be distracting company. He decided to at least acknowledge Viggo’s mood, smiled sympathetically and said, “Tough day huh?” Viggo grunted something unintelligible but as he sat down he looked directly at Orlando and his face seemed to soften a little, at least so Orlando thought. “Would you like to talk about it?” he ventured.
Once again the eyebrows shot up and Orlando realised he had overreached. Of course, the man didn’t want to discuss his business with him; Orlando was purely there to provide entertainment and he scrambled for something else to say. Before he could fix upon anything more innocuous the waitress appeared and having studied the menu the previous evening they ordered at once. Orlando again ordered a glass of wine and after a brief hesitation, Viggo ordered one too. The dinner conversation started awkwardly but gradually Viggo began to relax and although he didn’t share details of his meeting and he never quite seemed to be not thinking of something else, he observed that the other hotel, although very pleasant and boasting lawns which ran right down to the river, was not as nice as this one and he was pleased with the choice he’d made. Orlando backed this up with his experience of the swimming pool and his bar lunch and by the time they went upstairs the atmosphere was less strained.
Although he was well dressed Viggo didn’t seem to care about being neat and Orlando had been itching all evening to either straighten or remove Viggo’s mangled tie. So the door had barely swung shut before he reached for the length of blue silk and started to unknot it. Viggo initially took a step backwards in surprise but then appeared to rethink and let Orlando continue. Having draped the tie over his arm, Orlando unbuttoned the waistcoat and then moved behind Viggo so that he could relieve him of that and the jacket together. He diligently took them to the wardrobe and hung them up but when he turned back intending to continue the undressing Viggo was frowning and already unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh!” Orlando said, disappointed, “I was hoping to do that.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Viggo said, “but I can manage this on my own, so let’s just get undressed and go to bed shall we?”
Orlando sensed that the mood had changed again and he wasn’t sure why; maybe Viggo didn’t like other people taking the initiative; maybe he was taking the undressing, which he personally considered foreplay, too slowly; perhaps when he had asked if there was anything Orlando wanted to know during that first lunch, Orlando should have presented him with a comprehensive questionnaire. “Yes, of course,” Orlando replied, he was prepared to indulge Viggo’s preferences if it meant he was going to get sex.
The sight of Viggo, standing beside the bed, semi-erect, as he laid out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, had been enough of a stimulant for Orlando that by the time he had undressed and slipped between the sheets his penis was already hard and leaking from anticipation. He was aware that he was getting over-excited and this might all be, embarrassingly, over far too soon. He fleetingly wondered if Viggo was going to ask if he’d prefer to top, he imagined not; nothing about the man suggested that he would ever bottom. Orlando was flexible but at this moment he was so wound up he would have been prepared to take the man’s substantial length dry just for the thrill of being penetrated.
“Light on or off?” Viggo asked as he climbed into bed.
“I don’t mind,” Orlando replied, he’d decided that, tonight at least, he was going to be acquiescent because he really wanted this to happen.
Viggo flicked the light off and finally laying a hand on Orlando’s quivering thigh said succinctly, “Up on your hands and knees would work best.”
Orlando wondered if Viggo’s back was still giving him trouble but he obediently levered himself up into the required position and Viggo’s wet fingers immediately pushed between his cheeks and circled his hole. He flinched and Viggo paused. “OK?” he asked.
“Yes, the lube’s cold, but I’m good, just do it,” Orlando replied quickly.
Viggo took him at his word and he had to bite back a curse as the first finger breached his body, he thought perhaps he should have told Viggo that he hadn’t done this in a while; he panted through the addition of the second and third, knowing it would feel better really soon, but it didn’t; Viggo was either deliberately avoiding his prostate or not bothering to look for it.
“Are you ready?” Viggo asked, after some dutiful but unstimulating stretching.
Orlando wasn’t sure that he was; Viggo had been thorough but it all seemed so perfunctory. And that was the point, he reminded himself, this wasn’t making love this was sex. His erection had flagged during the prep but not completely subsided; he was hoping that Viggo would get around to restoring it presently. “Yes, I’m ready,” he said firmly. He could try making demands tomorrow, tonight he just needed to get properly laid.
Viggo pushed into him considerately enough, pausing if Orlando flinched but not saying anything more apart from the occasional grunt. Orlando felt the familiar intense burn when he slowly pulled out and anticipated the painful pleasure of the next powerful thrust but Viggo instead settled on a shallow easy rhythm, not penetrating as far as Orlando would have liked, or needed. He assumed this was just the build up and at least it meant that he was able to keep enough balance to be able to reach for his cock and stroke himself back to full hardness. He would have liked Viggo’s hand there too but the man had a firm grip on Orlando’s hips and seemed to be oblivious to anything else. When the older man’s breathing became faster and ragged, Orlando realised with dismay that he must be about to climax, he was nowhere near ready to come himself and he desperately wanted Viggo’s cock still pounding into his arse when he did. He sped up the movements of his own hand and when Viggo finally came with a low strangled groan, he managed with a rough twist and a vicious squeeze to follow him; collapsing gratefully face down and panting into the pillow.
Viggo pulled out and made for the bathroom. When he came back to bed, he patted Orlando’s thigh and said vaguely, “That was great.” When Orlando returned from his own trip to clean up, Viggo was already asleep.
Sleep eluded Orlando though, he lay at a distance from his bed companion, thinking, so much for having great sex. From a forceful vibrant man like Viggo he’d expected more; certainly more enthusiasm, ideally more attention too. The man was sexy and demanding the rest of the time, what the hell had just happened in bed? It wasn’t even that Orlando felt used, just unsatisfied; Viggo had been almost reticent.
Orlando was woken the next morning when Viggo banged the wardrobe door.
“Hey there,” Viggo said, uncertainly, pulling on his suit jacket, “I was just about to leave. Will you be OK on your own again today?”
“Yes, I’ll be OK,” Orlando said.
“And last night was good for you?” Viggo continued, “I must have been asleep when you came back to bed.”
“It was fine,” Orlando said shortly, burrowing back down under the covers.
“Fine?” Viggo queried. “What do you mean fine?”
“I mean it was fine,” Orlando repeated.
“Fine!” Viggo’s voice rose a little. “That’s not what I was expecting, I thought it was pretty good. I enjoyed it.”
“Well if you enjoyed it then that’s double fine,” Orlando said.
“You didn’t?”
“Oh come on Viggo, you fucked me, I had an orgasm, it was fine.”
“I was expecting something a little more positive,” Viggo said.
“Typical bloody American,” Orlando sat up, actually annoyed now, “everything always has to be great, amazing, outstanding, the best. The sex last night was fine, not the best I’ve ever had, but truthfully, not the worst either, it was fine.”
“Right, well, that’s my illusion of giving an adequate performance shattered.”
“Oh don’t be ridiculous, you know the first time with a new lover isn’t always brilliant, you have to get to know them.”
“I’ve never had any complaints before.”
“Oh, I bet you haven’t. Why would you? You wine and dine a guy very expensively before you fuck him, he’s grateful.”
“That’s what you think I do?”
“You told me yourself it was. Am I not being grateful enough, I’m so, so sorry.”
“Right,” Viggo, buttoned his jacket with unnecessary force, “I think that’s all pretty clear, we’re obviously not going to get any more out of this… association. I have to leave now, and there is a dinner to celebrate signing the deal this evening, assuming that actually happens, so I won’t be back till late. I suggest that tomorrow morning we pack our bags, check out and head back to London, is that alright with you?”
“That’s great with me!” Orlando said. “Absolutely perfect.”
Viggo stalked out and slammed the door behind him; Orlando pulled the covers over his head. He was disappointed and cross with himself for losing his temper; he shouldn’t have got so annoyed about the unsatisfying sex but on the other hand Viggo had behaved like the arrogant American prick Orlando had assumed him to be in the park. He contemplated packing and leaving for the station at once; a seven hour car journey with a sullen driver was not a pleasant prospect, but he decided it might be even more annoying for Viggo, and right now he wanted to annoy the hell out of the man.
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Date: 2021-09-07 03:26 pm (UTC)let's hope they'll recover thing a bit..
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