A Touch of Orlando
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vigorliTitle: A Touch of Orlando. Part 4/7
Author: Artemis Allen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo (mention of other partners)
Beta: And banner makersilvan_lady; Thank you.
I may have tampered with it because I can’t leave well alone, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Word Count: 2,960
Summary:Are we gonna finish what we started?
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.
Earlier Parts
Chapter 4
Orlando couldn’t get back to sleep after Viggo’s abrupt departure so eventually, he rose, dressed, enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and then decided to avail himself of the hotel’s multiple facilities. He swam in the pool again, tried the steam room, used some of the equipment in the gym, had a massage in the spa, took lunch in the conservatory and had cocktails on the terrace at six. He would salve his conscience and hopefully annoy Viggo by sending him a cheque for the extravagances that were chargeable. He also dined in the main restaurant, which was exceptionally good, but he missed the pleasure of a convivial companion so he elected to take his coffee in the lounge and he settled into one of the high backed leather chairs intending to read for an hour and then be in bed and asleep, or at least pretending to be, before Viggo got back. As he stirred his coffee a tall, smartly dressed, blonde woman approached him.
“Hi!” she said smiling. “Would you mind if I joined you?”
Orlando had noticed her in the restaurant, also dining alone, and assumed she was possibly a businesswoman. He hesitated, not sure if this was an advance, but she perhaps sensed this and continued, “I have no problem drinking alone,” she raised the glass of red wine in her hand, “and I’m quite capable of fending off the opportunists, but I’d rather not have to bother.” And she nodded her head towards a party of besuited and rather merry men at the bar. “If I could just sit here with you and read quietly.” She raised her tablet. “It would be kind of you.”
“Of course.” He indicated the chair opposite his own. “Please, sit, you’ll be quite safe with me.”
The woman smiled knowingly. “Yes, I rather thought I would be,” she said.
Orlando laughed, “Ah. Obvious huh? I’m Orlando by the way.”
“Cate,” she responded with a wide smile. “Not obvious but certainly probable I thought.”
“Are you in the area for business?” he asked politely as she settled into the chair. She seemed interesting and he figured that Viggo was out having fun so he felt he deserved some compensatory amusement.
“Yes, I work for Rolls Royce and I’ve been visiting one of our customers in the area, but I’ll be heading back to Derby in the morning. Are you up here on business too?”
Orlando paused before answering. “Not exactly, I was here with a friend for the week, but we’ve had a difference of opinion and I’ll be leaving tomorrow too. But I’m determined to enjoy my last evening here, it’s such a great hotel.”
His new friend turned out to be a willing and entertaining companion; they fell into easy conversation and he didn’t notice the time passing. Cate, discovering his occupation, had tried to wheedle out the names of famous clients but Orlando was well used to this kind of interrogation and remained reticent on the subject. They had been in the middle of an animated discussion about the many attractions of the V&A museum, which Cate apparently loved to visit when she was in London, when she suddenly jumped up and waved animatedly at someone who had presumably entered the lounge. Orlando couldn’t see the person as the entrance was hidden by the high back of his chair but she darted past him and he heard her say, “Darling, what are you doing here? And not that it isn’t lovely to see you, but should I be at all worried?”
Orlando couldn’t hear the response clearly, but then Cate continued. “No, no, come and have a drink with us.”
Cate and her friend hove into sight and Cate said, “This is Orlando, he’s staying here too. We’ve just spent a very pleasant evening together. Orlando, this is Viggo. He and I are in the same line of business.”
Viggo’s face registered several things in quick succession: surprise, annoyance, indecision. Orlando quite enjoyed seeing him disconcerted; he waited to see if Viggo would acknowledge their acquaintance but after a few awkward moments decided to take charge of the situation himself. “Hello,” he said politely, standing up and offering his hand.
Viggo tried to control his obvious fury but after a moment’s hesitation took Orlando’s hand. “Hi,” he said brusquely. Then he turned to Cate. “I’ve had a really rough couple of days, Cate, I should probably go straight to bed, I wouldn’t be good company.”
“Absolutely not,” Cate said. “Firstly, I want to know what could possibly be important enough to bring Viggo Mortensen all the way up here and secondly, Orlando is just the remedy for a rough day, he’s utterly charming and very amusing.”
It wasn’t the most excruciating evening Orlando had ever had; but it was certainly awkward. On learning that Viggo had closed a deal to buy a company she obviously recognised Cate had insisted on champagne, very decent champagne too, and then hearing as much about it as Viggo was willing to divulge; He’d always associated Rolls Royce with cars rather than aeroplanes and because their own talk had been mostly focused on Cate’s interest in his job, it hadn’t even occurred to him that she might know about ME Aerospace. It also occurred to him that if she was staying in this hotel while on business, like Viggo, she must occupy a very senior position at Rolls Royce.
“Well, that was fun.” Viggo said, irritably, after Cate had left them with a cheerful ‘goodnight boys' and they were finally able to leave the lounge and take the lift upstairs.
Orlando thought about apologising but decided he hadn't done anything wrong and he really didn’t care if Viggo was upset; instead he said, “I was going to pack to save time in the morning but Cate and I got talking.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Viggo said. “But I would like an early start tomorrow, so let's just turn in.”
When they got to their room Orlando hesitated at the door. “I can sleep on the sofa tonight, they’re certainly big enough.” It was partly an act of self-preservation. Although Viggo had barely spoken to him all evening, he had been charming enough to Cate, especially after the champagne kicked in, and Orlando had been sufficiently aroused by Viggo’s playful manner and flirtatious behaviour to think that sharing a bed, especially given the amount of alcohol he'd consumed, might not be the best idea.
“Do whatever you want,” was Viggo’s only response. He tossed his jacket at a chair and missed and Orlando automatically picked it up. “What the hell are you doing?” Viggo demanded.
It had been an unconscious, almost reflex move on Orlando’s part; their rich and careless clients were prone to treating garments this way. ”It’s beautiful fabric and it will crease,” he said.
Viggo regarded him incredulously. “Is that why you were attracted to me, you like my clothes?”
“No!” Orlando said. “The first time I saw you, you looked like a hobo.”
“I know it’s your line, but leave my clothes alone, I don’t care if they crease.” He pulled the jacket from Orlando’s hands and threw it back on the floor, then he marched over to the wardrobe and flinging it open began to empty the contents onto the floor. “See!”
“Don’t do that!” Orlando said, running over and trying to grab his arm, Viggo resisted and they struggled for a few moments, scattering the clothes as they wrestled. Even given the effects of the champagne Orlando appreciated how childishly they were both behaving. He grasped a handful of Viggo’s shirt at the shoulder, trying to get some purchase so that he could pull the man away from the wardrobe and stop this ridiculous pantomime but there was a ripping sound and he found himself holding the empty sleeve and staring in open-mouthed horror at Viggo’s bare arm. “I’m so, so sorry,” he stammered. “I don’t know what got into me.”
Viggo stared back at him for a few moments then he burst into laughter. Orlando was confused; he wasn't sure why Viggo now found this tense situation funny but he was an attractive man when he wasn't scowling and as Viggo advanced towards him, still grinning, Orlando found himself unbelievably aroused by the man, but not yet certain how to interpret the determinedly, predatory look on his face. He retreated until the back of his thighs collided with the bed and he toppled onto it; Viggo followed him down and somehow they were suddenly a wild tangle of arms and legs and Viggo was kissing him, hard and hot, forcing his tongue between Orlando lips and all but extracting his tonsils. They both started to claw at each other’s clothes and then urgently unfasten their trousers, and unwilling as he was to release Viggo’s mouth, Orlando was more interested in his cock and he pushed down his jeans and boxers and rolled over so that Viggo had better access. Viggo was stretched across him at an awkward angle, hunting in the drawer for a condom and lube but Orlando could already feel the hard length of Viggo’s cock pressing against his spine and he wanted it somewhere more useful, so he licked his fingers and penetrated his own body, scissoring them frantically.
“Just put the condom on and fuck me!” he gasped.
They had both given up trying to remove any more clothes than was necessary and so when Orlando heard the snap of the condom and Viggo rolled him onto his side, he just parted his thighs as far as he could and again demanded, “Fuck me, just fuck me, right now!”
Viggo seemed keen to comply; he managed to get one hand under Orlando’s shirt and flattened his palm across his chest to hold him in place, then he fumbled clumsily to align himself with Orlando’s entrance and finally there was the, mercifully brief, blinding pain of immediate deep penetration. Orlando, clawed at the bedcovers and bit down on the pillow in an effort to control his screams but Viggo filled him, completely, gloriously filled him; the man was buried up to his balls, he could feel the pubic hair rubbing against his arse cheeks as Viggo tried to get even deeper. The pressure against his prostate was almost unbearably stimulating but Orlando kept on begging for more as Viggo pounded into him, grunting staccato profanities as Orlando clenched down on every thrust.
Orlando was so close; he was grasping at a potentially explosive orgasm that was hovering just out of reach and he tried to get a grip on his own penis to achieve it. Sensing the movement Viggo’s hand immediately joined him there but instead of the firm stroking he had expected, Viggo closed his fingers around the base of Orlando’s cock.
“I need to come,” Orlando pleaded, grinding back against Viggo to emphasise his need.
“Oh no you don’t, not yet!” Viggo growled in his ear. “Not till I’m done with you.”
Orlando’s stomach lurched and his whole body tensed, bizarrely thrilled by the implication that Viggo was planning to go on fucking him until he was reduced to a quivering, boneless mess; he didn’t doubt that Viggo had the stamina for that, but he wasn’t sure of his own ability to stay sane or even conscious.
“Please,” he groaned again, although he was no longer sure if he was begging for the gratification of release or the torture of denial. Maybe Viggo had overestimated his own powers of endurance or else he took pity on Orlando, either way he pulled back a little and then set up a much faster pace. Orlando knew this couldn’t possibly last long so he rode it out, anchoring himself by clinging to the mattress and enjoying the sound of Viggo’s moans every time he managed to squeeze back against his satisfyingly substantial cock. Eventually, with a roar that could possibly have carried down to reception, Viggo climaxed; he somehow managed to carry on raggedly fucking Orlando but also moved the hand holding onto Orlando’s cock so that he could bring him off too. Orlando bucked and howled and collapsed against the bedcovers, exhausted and totally spent.
For several minutes, or maybe hours, Orlando couldn’t tell, all he heard was panting and groaning, most of it his own. He wasn’t entirely sure that he was still in one piece. Viggo seemed to recover first and with a steadying hand on Orlando’s hip slowly pulled out of his lax channel. Orlando flopped onto his back but didn’t have the breath to speak or the energy to open his eyes. He felt the bed dip as Viggo moved, he assumed to deal with the condom, but then he was rolled onto his side again and aware of Viggo’s fingers parting his cheeks. Orlando was so overwhelmed he nearly whimpered. He and Luke had often had some pretty rough sex but his ex had never bothered to check for tearing as Viggo was now doing. He wanted to assure Viggo that he was alright, but he was still having trouble just breathing. Viggo seemed satisfied however,and began to clean the sticky mess on Orlando’s stomach with the remnants of his torn shirt. Orlando tried to sit up but his limbs were shaky and it was a struggle.
“Hey there,” Viggo said, his voice hoarse. “OK?”
Orlando nodded. “Yeah, I’m very OK, thanks.”
Viggo smiled wryly. “And was that good for you?”
Orlando grinned; his first instinct was to say it had been bloody fantastic for him, thank you very much. But he picked up on the playfully mocking tone of the question. He reached for Viggo’s hand, still wiping the come from his stomach, and grasped it. Then he said in a deeply serious voice, “It was fine.”
Viggo grinned back at him. “That’s double fine then.”
Later, much later, after they’d removed the rest of their clothes, cleaned themselves up, and Viggo had recovered the contents of his wardrobe while Orlando was in the shower, they lay spooned together in the middle of the huge bed. Viggo was nuzzling the curls at the base of Orlando’s neck and Orlando was stroking the coarse hairs on the arm that Viggo had casually draped around his waist.
“I probably need to apologise,” Viggo said, moving his hand so that he could interweave his fingers with Orlando’s.
“I told you I was OK, I can take more than that,” Orlando said. “I enjoyed it, I mean really enjoyed it.”
“I meant for Monday night,” Viggo continued. “I should have had more self-control than to let you seduce me.”
“I took your tie off!” Orlando protested. “I didn’t think you were that easy.”
“I meant you as in the completely irresistible you.” Viggo chuckled against his neck. “I’d had a frustrating day and I was wrestling with some difficult decisions and I should never have touched you. You didn’t get my full attention.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”
“We had an agreement, you were here to have fun, I didn’t want to put a damper on that for a second night, and yeah, I should have said something, but when you turned on the fuck me eyes I wanted to grind you into the mattresss. I’m only human.”
“But you didn’t do that either. It was the most restrained fuck I think I’ve ever had.”
“By the time I got back here yesterday evening I could cheerfully have killed someone, I didn’t want to lose control and hurt you because I wasn’t paying attention.”
Orlando processed this. It still wasn’t clear if Viggo wanted to discuss what had happened but since the deal had definitely been signed off, he hadn’t understood everything Viggo had told Cate but he’d gleaned that much, he decided to pursue it. “I thought everything was almost settled before you even got here.”
“So did I,” Viggo sighed. “My guys do all the groundwork, identifying potential targets, negotiating the terms, building relationships. We have to work with the company once we’ve taken it over, so we want it to be an amicable transition. But then the fucking accountants get involved and all the goodwill goes to hell. I know it annoys me a lot more than it should and that’s why David usually deals with it, he’s much more patient. Odds are that my boss called our Financial Director tonight just to check I hadn’t dismembered anyone.”
Orlando laughed. “Are you really that dangerous?”
“I really am,” Viggo replied with a chuckle. “But only in business. Ask Cate.”
“She seemed really lovely, I’m sure she wouldn’t say something like that about you.”
Viggo laughed so hard the bed shook. “She looks lovely I agree, but Cate would happily chew me up and spit out the bones if it suited her plans. Everyone in the business is terrified of Cate.”
“Noooo!” Orlando protested. Although now he thought about it, she had been a pussycat with him, but he had noticed a steely glint in her eyes when she had been interrogating Viggo.
“Just having seen her this evening I’m surprised that I even managed to get an erection.”
“Shut up,” Orlando giggled.
Viggo tightened his hold on Orlando’s hand. “Do you still want to leave tomorrow? Or can we give this week another shot?”
Orlando tried not to breathe a sigh of relief; he hadn’t wanted to raise it himself but he thought with the work issues now resolved he could surely deal with this charming, playful, sexy version of Viggo for three more days. It could be an experience he might look back on fondly. “I’d like to finish what we started,” he said.
“So would I,” Viggo replied.
Author: Artemis Allen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo (mention of other partners)
Beta: And banner maker
silvan_lady; Thank you. I may have tampered with it because I can’t leave well alone, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Word Count: 2,960
Summary:Are we gonna finish what we started?
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.
Earlier Parts
Chapter 4
Orlando couldn’t get back to sleep after Viggo’s abrupt departure so eventually, he rose, dressed, enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and then decided to avail himself of the hotel’s multiple facilities. He swam in the pool again, tried the steam room, used some of the equipment in the gym, had a massage in the spa, took lunch in the conservatory and had cocktails on the terrace at six. He would salve his conscience and hopefully annoy Viggo by sending him a cheque for the extravagances that were chargeable. He also dined in the main restaurant, which was exceptionally good, but he missed the pleasure of a convivial companion so he elected to take his coffee in the lounge and he settled into one of the high backed leather chairs intending to read for an hour and then be in bed and asleep, or at least pretending to be, before Viggo got back. As he stirred his coffee a tall, smartly dressed, blonde woman approached him.
“Hi!” she said smiling. “Would you mind if I joined you?”
Orlando had noticed her in the restaurant, also dining alone, and assumed she was possibly a businesswoman. He hesitated, not sure if this was an advance, but she perhaps sensed this and continued, “I have no problem drinking alone,” she raised the glass of red wine in her hand, “and I’m quite capable of fending off the opportunists, but I’d rather not have to bother.” And she nodded her head towards a party of besuited and rather merry men at the bar. “If I could just sit here with you and read quietly.” She raised her tablet. “It would be kind of you.”
“Of course.” He indicated the chair opposite his own. “Please, sit, you’ll be quite safe with me.”
The woman smiled knowingly. “Yes, I rather thought I would be,” she said.
Orlando laughed, “Ah. Obvious huh? I’m Orlando by the way.”
“Cate,” she responded with a wide smile. “Not obvious but certainly probable I thought.”
“Are you in the area for business?” he asked politely as she settled into the chair. She seemed interesting and he figured that Viggo was out having fun so he felt he deserved some compensatory amusement.
“Yes, I work for Rolls Royce and I’ve been visiting one of our customers in the area, but I’ll be heading back to Derby in the morning. Are you up here on business too?”
Orlando paused before answering. “Not exactly, I was here with a friend for the week, but we’ve had a difference of opinion and I’ll be leaving tomorrow too. But I’m determined to enjoy my last evening here, it’s such a great hotel.”
His new friend turned out to be a willing and entertaining companion; they fell into easy conversation and he didn’t notice the time passing. Cate, discovering his occupation, had tried to wheedle out the names of famous clients but Orlando was well used to this kind of interrogation and remained reticent on the subject. They had been in the middle of an animated discussion about the many attractions of the V&A museum, which Cate apparently loved to visit when she was in London, when she suddenly jumped up and waved animatedly at someone who had presumably entered the lounge. Orlando couldn’t see the person as the entrance was hidden by the high back of his chair but she darted past him and he heard her say, “Darling, what are you doing here? And not that it isn’t lovely to see you, but should I be at all worried?”
Orlando couldn’t hear the response clearly, but then Cate continued. “No, no, come and have a drink with us.”
Cate and her friend hove into sight and Cate said, “This is Orlando, he’s staying here too. We’ve just spent a very pleasant evening together. Orlando, this is Viggo. He and I are in the same line of business.”
Viggo’s face registered several things in quick succession: surprise, annoyance, indecision. Orlando quite enjoyed seeing him disconcerted; he waited to see if Viggo would acknowledge their acquaintance but after a few awkward moments decided to take charge of the situation himself. “Hello,” he said politely, standing up and offering his hand.
Viggo tried to control his obvious fury but after a moment’s hesitation took Orlando’s hand. “Hi,” he said brusquely. Then he turned to Cate. “I’ve had a really rough couple of days, Cate, I should probably go straight to bed, I wouldn’t be good company.”
“Absolutely not,” Cate said. “Firstly, I want to know what could possibly be important enough to bring Viggo Mortensen all the way up here and secondly, Orlando is just the remedy for a rough day, he’s utterly charming and very amusing.”
It wasn’t the most excruciating evening Orlando had ever had; but it was certainly awkward. On learning that Viggo had closed a deal to buy a company she obviously recognised Cate had insisted on champagne, very decent champagne too, and then hearing as much about it as Viggo was willing to divulge; He’d always associated Rolls Royce with cars rather than aeroplanes and because their own talk had been mostly focused on Cate’s interest in his job, it hadn’t even occurred to him that she might know about ME Aerospace. It also occurred to him that if she was staying in this hotel while on business, like Viggo, she must occupy a very senior position at Rolls Royce.
“Well, that was fun.” Viggo said, irritably, after Cate had left them with a cheerful ‘goodnight boys' and they were finally able to leave the lounge and take the lift upstairs.
Orlando thought about apologising but decided he hadn't done anything wrong and he really didn’t care if Viggo was upset; instead he said, “I was going to pack to save time in the morning but Cate and I got talking.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Viggo said. “But I would like an early start tomorrow, so let's just turn in.”
When they got to their room Orlando hesitated at the door. “I can sleep on the sofa tonight, they’re certainly big enough.” It was partly an act of self-preservation. Although Viggo had barely spoken to him all evening, he had been charming enough to Cate, especially after the champagne kicked in, and Orlando had been sufficiently aroused by Viggo’s playful manner and flirtatious behaviour to think that sharing a bed, especially given the amount of alcohol he'd consumed, might not be the best idea.
“Do whatever you want,” was Viggo’s only response. He tossed his jacket at a chair and missed and Orlando automatically picked it up. “What the hell are you doing?” Viggo demanded.
It had been an unconscious, almost reflex move on Orlando’s part; their rich and careless clients were prone to treating garments this way. ”It’s beautiful fabric and it will crease,” he said.
Viggo regarded him incredulously. “Is that why you were attracted to me, you like my clothes?”
“No!” Orlando said. “The first time I saw you, you looked like a hobo.”
“I know it’s your line, but leave my clothes alone, I don’t care if they crease.” He pulled the jacket from Orlando’s hands and threw it back on the floor, then he marched over to the wardrobe and flinging it open began to empty the contents onto the floor. “See!”
“Don’t do that!” Orlando said, running over and trying to grab his arm, Viggo resisted and they struggled for a few moments, scattering the clothes as they wrestled. Even given the effects of the champagne Orlando appreciated how childishly they were both behaving. He grasped a handful of Viggo’s shirt at the shoulder, trying to get some purchase so that he could pull the man away from the wardrobe and stop this ridiculous pantomime but there was a ripping sound and he found himself holding the empty sleeve and staring in open-mouthed horror at Viggo’s bare arm. “I’m so, so sorry,” he stammered. “I don’t know what got into me.”
Viggo stared back at him for a few moments then he burst into laughter. Orlando was confused; he wasn't sure why Viggo now found this tense situation funny but he was an attractive man when he wasn't scowling and as Viggo advanced towards him, still grinning, Orlando found himself unbelievably aroused by the man, but not yet certain how to interpret the determinedly, predatory look on his face. He retreated until the back of his thighs collided with the bed and he toppled onto it; Viggo followed him down and somehow they were suddenly a wild tangle of arms and legs and Viggo was kissing him, hard and hot, forcing his tongue between Orlando lips and all but extracting his tonsils. They both started to claw at each other’s clothes and then urgently unfasten their trousers, and unwilling as he was to release Viggo’s mouth, Orlando was more interested in his cock and he pushed down his jeans and boxers and rolled over so that Viggo had better access. Viggo was stretched across him at an awkward angle, hunting in the drawer for a condom and lube but Orlando could already feel the hard length of Viggo’s cock pressing against his spine and he wanted it somewhere more useful, so he licked his fingers and penetrated his own body, scissoring them frantically.
“Just put the condom on and fuck me!” he gasped.
They had both given up trying to remove any more clothes than was necessary and so when Orlando heard the snap of the condom and Viggo rolled him onto his side, he just parted his thighs as far as he could and again demanded, “Fuck me, just fuck me, right now!”
Viggo seemed keen to comply; he managed to get one hand under Orlando’s shirt and flattened his palm across his chest to hold him in place, then he fumbled clumsily to align himself with Orlando’s entrance and finally there was the, mercifully brief, blinding pain of immediate deep penetration. Orlando, clawed at the bedcovers and bit down on the pillow in an effort to control his screams but Viggo filled him, completely, gloriously filled him; the man was buried up to his balls, he could feel the pubic hair rubbing against his arse cheeks as Viggo tried to get even deeper. The pressure against his prostate was almost unbearably stimulating but Orlando kept on begging for more as Viggo pounded into him, grunting staccato profanities as Orlando clenched down on every thrust.
Orlando was so close; he was grasping at a potentially explosive orgasm that was hovering just out of reach and he tried to get a grip on his own penis to achieve it. Sensing the movement Viggo’s hand immediately joined him there but instead of the firm stroking he had expected, Viggo closed his fingers around the base of Orlando’s cock.
“I need to come,” Orlando pleaded, grinding back against Viggo to emphasise his need.
“Oh no you don’t, not yet!” Viggo growled in his ear. “Not till I’m done with you.”
Orlando’s stomach lurched and his whole body tensed, bizarrely thrilled by the implication that Viggo was planning to go on fucking him until he was reduced to a quivering, boneless mess; he didn’t doubt that Viggo had the stamina for that, but he wasn’t sure of his own ability to stay sane or even conscious.
“Please,” he groaned again, although he was no longer sure if he was begging for the gratification of release or the torture of denial. Maybe Viggo had overestimated his own powers of endurance or else he took pity on Orlando, either way he pulled back a little and then set up a much faster pace. Orlando knew this couldn’t possibly last long so he rode it out, anchoring himself by clinging to the mattress and enjoying the sound of Viggo’s moans every time he managed to squeeze back against his satisfyingly substantial cock. Eventually, with a roar that could possibly have carried down to reception, Viggo climaxed; he somehow managed to carry on raggedly fucking Orlando but also moved the hand holding onto Orlando’s cock so that he could bring him off too. Orlando bucked and howled and collapsed against the bedcovers, exhausted and totally spent.
For several minutes, or maybe hours, Orlando couldn’t tell, all he heard was panting and groaning, most of it his own. He wasn’t entirely sure that he was still in one piece. Viggo seemed to recover first and with a steadying hand on Orlando’s hip slowly pulled out of his lax channel. Orlando flopped onto his back but didn’t have the breath to speak or the energy to open his eyes. He felt the bed dip as Viggo moved, he assumed to deal with the condom, but then he was rolled onto his side again and aware of Viggo’s fingers parting his cheeks. Orlando was so overwhelmed he nearly whimpered. He and Luke had often had some pretty rough sex but his ex had never bothered to check for tearing as Viggo was now doing. He wanted to assure Viggo that he was alright, but he was still having trouble just breathing. Viggo seemed satisfied however,and began to clean the sticky mess on Orlando’s stomach with the remnants of his torn shirt. Orlando tried to sit up but his limbs were shaky and it was a struggle.
“Hey there,” Viggo said, his voice hoarse. “OK?”
Orlando nodded. “Yeah, I’m very OK, thanks.”
Viggo smiled wryly. “And was that good for you?”
Orlando grinned; his first instinct was to say it had been bloody fantastic for him, thank you very much. But he picked up on the playfully mocking tone of the question. He reached for Viggo’s hand, still wiping the come from his stomach, and grasped it. Then he said in a deeply serious voice, “It was fine.”
Viggo grinned back at him. “That’s double fine then.”
Later, much later, after they’d removed the rest of their clothes, cleaned themselves up, and Viggo had recovered the contents of his wardrobe while Orlando was in the shower, they lay spooned together in the middle of the huge bed. Viggo was nuzzling the curls at the base of Orlando’s neck and Orlando was stroking the coarse hairs on the arm that Viggo had casually draped around his waist.
“I probably need to apologise,” Viggo said, moving his hand so that he could interweave his fingers with Orlando’s.
“I told you I was OK, I can take more than that,” Orlando said. “I enjoyed it, I mean really enjoyed it.”
“I meant for Monday night,” Viggo continued. “I should have had more self-control than to let you seduce me.”
“I took your tie off!” Orlando protested. “I didn’t think you were that easy.”
“I meant you as in the completely irresistible you.” Viggo chuckled against his neck. “I’d had a frustrating day and I was wrestling with some difficult decisions and I should never have touched you. You didn’t get my full attention.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”
“We had an agreement, you were here to have fun, I didn’t want to put a damper on that for a second night, and yeah, I should have said something, but when you turned on the fuck me eyes I wanted to grind you into the mattresss. I’m only human.”
“But you didn’t do that either. It was the most restrained fuck I think I’ve ever had.”
“By the time I got back here yesterday evening I could cheerfully have killed someone, I didn’t want to lose control and hurt you because I wasn’t paying attention.”
Orlando processed this. It still wasn’t clear if Viggo wanted to discuss what had happened but since the deal had definitely been signed off, he hadn’t understood everything Viggo had told Cate but he’d gleaned that much, he decided to pursue it. “I thought everything was almost settled before you even got here.”
“So did I,” Viggo sighed. “My guys do all the groundwork, identifying potential targets, negotiating the terms, building relationships. We have to work with the company once we’ve taken it over, so we want it to be an amicable transition. But then the fucking accountants get involved and all the goodwill goes to hell. I know it annoys me a lot more than it should and that’s why David usually deals with it, he’s much more patient. Odds are that my boss called our Financial Director tonight just to check I hadn’t dismembered anyone.”
Orlando laughed. “Are you really that dangerous?”
“I really am,” Viggo replied with a chuckle. “But only in business. Ask Cate.”
“She seemed really lovely, I’m sure she wouldn’t say something like that about you.”
Viggo laughed so hard the bed shook. “She looks lovely I agree, but Cate would happily chew me up and spit out the bones if it suited her plans. Everyone in the business is terrified of Cate.”
“Noooo!” Orlando protested. Although now he thought about it, she had been a pussycat with him, but he had noticed a steely glint in her eyes when she had been interrogating Viggo.
“Just having seen her this evening I’m surprised that I even managed to get an erection.”
“Shut up,” Orlando giggled.
Viggo tightened his hold on Orlando’s hand. “Do you still want to leave tomorrow? Or can we give this week another shot?”
Orlando tried not to breathe a sigh of relief; he hadn’t wanted to raise it himself but he thought with the work issues now resolved he could surely deal with this charming, playful, sexy version of Viggo for three more days. It could be an experience he might look back on fondly. “I’d like to finish what we started,” he said.
“So would I,” Viggo replied.
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Date: 2021-09-17 12:47 pm (UTC)