vigorli

oh my god...i'm writing again!

Title: Wondrous Release
Author: Janna

empress_jae
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, possibly other pairings in later chapters.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: AU, this is a work in progress, so if needed, more warnings will come with the progression of the story.
Summary: I suck a summaries, but Viggo is a corporate business mogul who never allows time for himself. His business partner and best friend wants to rememdy this and invites him to an exclusive club.
Beta: The amazing and lovely

wankers_fate who generously offered her betaing services.

“You need a release mate.”

Viggo looked up from his barely touched salmon Caesar salad to glance curiously at the owner of said statement.

“You do.” The owner said matter of factly. “If not a release, then at least a change in your current mood.”

The Brit gently smiled at his Yankee friend as he stated his opinion. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes, but Viggo knew there was an explanation to follow.

It was lunchtime on the outdoor patio of the small bistro in San Diego. Small tables were occupied with a comfortable mixture of local and corporate business men and women enjoying the much needed break of their busy schedules to grab a bite to eat. The near silent rustle of documents from a few tables indicating that some were here for meetings mingled with the sound of laughter from the more social side of the crowd.

Viggo Mortensen placed his fork down on the plate to take a sip of his Pellegrino as he sat back to listen to the explanation of Sean Bean, his business partner and oldest friend.

“Now where on earth did you pull that idea from?” Viggo asked quietly. “Not 30 seconds ago, you were educating me in the rise of the company stock and our need to move forward in expansion. Then you say I need a 'release.' …A release of what?”

A deep chuckle escaped Sean’s smiling face as he leaned back in his chair to look up at the cloudless blue sky.

“Just a release.”

“Right. You said that already. Just what do you…” Viggo started.

“I’m gonna continue, mate. Keep your panties on.” Sean interrupted and Viggo inwardly groaned. This should be interesting.

“You work 12 hour days at a multi-million dollar company, which you co-founded, by the way. No owner does that.”

Viggo sighed and slightly rolled his eyes away from his friend.

“You stress yourself over the production of business that you hired a highly experienced team of managers, accountants, and assistants to stress over for you. You’re in that cubicle you call an office all day glued to your monitor, just to go home and glue yourself to the monitor there. You never go out, not even to business functions, and besides your occasional fishing trips with me, your social life is non-existent.”

Viggo glanced over at the sound of plates clanging together in a bin as the young twenty-something year old busboy quickly sanitized the vacant table for the next set of patrons. Viggo unconsciously stared as the creamy skinned boy bent over hastily to retrieve the linen napkin that had fallen to the ground and in the same motion lifted the bin to swiftly return back to the kitchen inside the restaurant.

“As is your sex life.”

Viggo quickly turned his head away from the direction the boy had disappeared to, to stare wide eyed at Sean in disbelief. They were as close as two friends could be. But that was a little out of line, according to Viggo’s mind.

“Oh don’t give me that look.” Sean continued. “You know it’s true. I bet you can’t even remember your last time with someone that wasn’t attached to your right forearm.”

Viggo sighed and remembered again that this was Sean talking. Sean only spoke the truth, especially when his concern turned to Viggo.

“So…are you saying that I need to get myself someone? You have a random whore in your black book you’re willing to share on your desperate mate?”

The slight sarcasm was evident in Viggo’s voice, but Sean just continued to smile at the American.

“No, not at all. I don’t think you could handle my type anyway.” Sean reached into the breast pocket of his silk Zegna suit jacket and pulled out a slim business card case as he spoke.

“But like I said, you need a release.”

The British man found the card he was searching for and reached across the table to hand it to his friend.

Viggo eyed the card before he took it between his fingers. Champagne colored with cursive script that stated two words: ‘Wondrous Release’

Viggo turned the card over, but there was nothing on the back. He looked up at Sean confused.

“It’s a club. A gentleman’s club of sorts,” he said as he signaled their server for the check. “Private.”

“I don’t do gentleman clubs Sean.” Viggo stated firmly.

“Simmer down now. This is not what you see advertised in the phonebook Vig. This place is exclusive membership only.”

“And you’re a member?”

“If you decide you would like to check it out, then consider me your sponsor, and the card your invitation.” Sean said as he handed the blonde server his credit card without glancing at the bill.

“I don’t think so Sean, I mean…”

Sean glanced at Viggo hard. “I would never do or offer you anything that I think you would not enjoy. You’ve know me too long. All I’m saying is just think about it. But I strongly suggest that you keep in mind, that you do need a release.”

Viggo looked at his friend while he signed the returned credit card slip. While he began to look down at the business card again, he saw out of his peripheral vision the creamy skinned bus boy return from the kitchen. As he walked gracefully towards his next dirty table, he stared at Viggo with his huge ice blue eyes. A slight upward curve of his mouth and then a flash of pink as the boy quickly touched tongue to lips. An involuntary movement as he walked past Viggo’s table, but enough to cause the slightest of stirs in Viggo’s groin.

Yeah. He definitely had something to think about.