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Pygmalion 10/17
Author: zebraljb
Rating: G to NC17
Disclaimer: I don't know these guys, or have any kind of permission from them. This is all made up for no profit.
As soon as Orlando arrived at the intersection, Viggo stepped out of the shadows. He had been waiting at the corner for almost an hour and a half. He was totally ready to wait all night. He wore comfortable shoes and an old pair of jeans. He had on a tank top under his leather jacket, because the night was chilly. Orlando wore only a thin t-shirt and jeans, with his battered sandals. Viggo shivered just looking at him.
“Looking for someone?” Viggo quoted Orlando’s usual line as he walked up behind him.
Orlando’s chin went up defiantly. “I’m looking for my dinner, mate. Unless you’re willing to pay…”
“You charge two hundred for the day. I figure the night’s more profitable…” Viggo pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of his front pocket. “This is to show I mean what I say. There are five more of these in my wallet.”
Orlando stared at him. “Six hundred dollars?”
“For the night.” Viggo looked him in the eye, though his insides were doing gymnastics. “Breakfast included.”
“Fine.” Orlando looked around.
“Back at my place,” Viggo said before Orlando asked. Orlando began to speak, then bit his lip and nodded.
Viggo led the way without looking back. He could hear Orlando’s footsteps behind him. “Where’d you get the money?” Orlando asked.
“I sold the pottery equipment and a few other things.” He heard Orlando’s footsteps stop and he stopped as well.
“Viggo!” Orlando gasped. He stared at him. “Why?”
“Maybe that pottery wheel reminded me of someone,” Viggo said, and kept walking.
Viggo unlocked the door of his loft. He turned on the light and dropped his keys on a table. He knew he was putting everything on the line. He knew that a relationship between he and Orlando should, in all reality, never work. But he also knew that he was a totally new person with Orlando in his life, both artistically and emotionally. He stepped aside and allowed Orlando to walk into the living room.
“You know, I don’t think you…” Orlando stopped talking. He also stopped walking.
Every painting, every sculpture, every work that Viggo had done since he had met Orlando was set up in the room. There were paintings of Orlando, sketches of him sleeping, drawings of him eating his omelet. Some of the sculptures and paintings were more abstract, but the colors and images were inspired by Orlando.
“Uh…this is what I’m showing at Billy Boyd’s studio,” Viggo said softly. “I didn’t know if you’d ever get down there, but I wanted you to see everything.” Orlando nodded but didn’t speak. “You’re…um…see…” Viggo swallowed. He wasn’t normally a babbler, but he couldn’t put his feelings into words, for probably the first time in his life. “There’s poetry, too, but of course that isn’t in here. You can read it later, if you want.”
“So…you’re using me to make money?” Orlando said finally, the coldness still in his voice. “I shoulda charged you more.”
“No.” The word was cold and biting. Viggo couldn’t believe that Orlando thought that way.
“Well? Your boyfriend shows up, and suddenly you’re dragging me back here to show me my face done by YOUR hand,” Orlando snapped.
“He’s not my boyfriend, first of all. Secondly, I don’t remember dragging you ANYWHERE. I PAID for your time,” Viggo said angrily, his heart breaking. “Yes, that IS your face. It’s all I can see. Before I met you, I was so broken that nothing would come out of these.” Viggo held his hands in the air. “Now…because of you…there’s this new spirit inside of me. THAT’S what I wanted you to see. And it’s not about the sex, so don’t even go there.”
“But that man…”
“Is my EX. He only contacted me because he wants me to play piano in his pub.” Viggo let out a short laugh. “Talk about using someone to make money.” He looked Orlando in the eye. “I’ve fallen hard for you. I’m sure you’ve heard it before, but it’s true. And I’m not looking to BUY your love. You know I have next to nothing. I’d want us to be real. I’d want us to have a relationship. I’d have to ask you to stop your job…I couldn’t handle it. This is crazy and sudden, and I get it if you say no. I just needed you to know. If it’s not what you want, then that’s fine. I’ll say thank you for inspiring me, keep the money, and I’ll call you a cab.”
Orlando looked shaken. “Viggo…”
“I know.” Viggo ran a hand through his hair. “I’m a lot older than you, just a boring weird artist who barely makes enough to fill his fridge. But I care about you, Orlando.”
“I…” Orlando’s eyes filled with tears. “God, Viggo. I…I care about you, too. But this is scary.”
“Yeah, it is.”
Orlando drew a ragged breath and began to inspect the paintings more closely. “I helped you do these?”
“Yes,” Viggo said. “And it’s NOT just your outside. It’s your inside, too.”
Orlando walked over to Viggo. “I’d like to stay tonight. I can’t…I can’t really make the decision right this second. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” Viggo said.
“I want us to make love, Viggo. Not for money, not for inspiration. For us,” Orlando said.
Later, when looking back, Viggo would chuckle and say that Orlando brought out the romantic in him. While Orlando sat on the bed, Viggo hurried around the loft, lighting candles and turning on soft music. When he finally stopped by the bed, Orlando had his shirt and sandals off and was lounging back on an elbow. Viggo swallowed deeply. Orlando was beautiful.
“Come here,” Orlando said in a husky voice, standing up at the end of the bed. Viggo stepped closer and Orlando removed his tank top. His hands rested on Viggo’s waist. “This will sound corny,” Orlando said, leaning his head on Viggo’s shoulder, “but it really was the best with you. After I’d leave you, I’d go to someone else, and it was even more empty than usual.” He laughed quietly. “I keep telling myself this isn’t real. I’m not Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. I’ll wake up and be back out on the street.”
“I’m not Richard Gere, either,” Viggo said. He kissed Orlando’s forehead. “I don’t have all that money and security. I’m no prince.”
“You’re a prince to me,” Orlando said, and Viggo kissed him.
They fell onto the bed, kissing and stroking. Orlando, who had always held back with Viggo, finally let himself go. He touched and stroked every place he had dreamt of touching. He kissed his way down Viggo’s chest with a passion that took Viggo’s breath away. He tugged at Viggo’s jeans, and when Viggo was finally naked, Orlando let out a sigh of admiration. His hands massaged Viggo’s thighs as he planted kisses up from Viggo’s knees.
“I want you inside of me, Orlando,” Viggo said, and Orlando froze.
“Wh-what?” Orlando asked.
“You heard me. Unless you really don’t want that.” Viggo undid Orlando’s belt.
“I just, it’s been so long.” Orlando closed his eyes and imagined it. “Yes, I want it,” he said breathlessly.
For once Orlando laid back and let someone else do the work. Viggo worshipped his body, letting his hands and tongue wander over Orlando’s long body. Orlando was soon arching up and panting for breath. “You sure you don’t just want me to take you?” Viggo growled playfully. In response, Orlando flipped him over.
“Definitely not.”
Viggo couldn’t decide which was more beautiful: having Orlando laid out below him, welcoming his thrusts, or arched above him, his eyes fluttering closed as he drove inside Viggo again and again. Either way, Viggo didn’t care. He soon could concentrate on nothing but Orlando’s body moving above him.
Rating: G to NC17
Disclaimer: I don't know these guys, or have any kind of permission from them. This is all made up for no profit.
As soon as Orlando arrived at the intersection, Viggo stepped out of the shadows. He had been waiting at the corner for almost an hour and a half. He was totally ready to wait all night. He wore comfortable shoes and an old pair of jeans. He had on a tank top under his leather jacket, because the night was chilly. Orlando wore only a thin t-shirt and jeans, with his battered sandals. Viggo shivered just looking at him.
“Looking for someone?” Viggo quoted Orlando’s usual line as he walked up behind him.
Orlando’s chin went up defiantly. “I’m looking for my dinner, mate. Unless you’re willing to pay…”
“You charge two hundred for the day. I figure the night’s more profitable…” Viggo pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of his front pocket. “This is to show I mean what I say. There are five more of these in my wallet.”
Orlando stared at him. “Six hundred dollars?”
“For the night.” Viggo looked him in the eye, though his insides were doing gymnastics. “Breakfast included.”
“Fine.” Orlando looked around.
“Back at my place,” Viggo said before Orlando asked. Orlando began to speak, then bit his lip and nodded.
Viggo led the way without looking back. He could hear Orlando’s footsteps behind him. “Where’d you get the money?” Orlando asked.
“I sold the pottery equipment and a few other things.” He heard Orlando’s footsteps stop and he stopped as well.
“Viggo!” Orlando gasped. He stared at him. “Why?”
“Maybe that pottery wheel reminded me of someone,” Viggo said, and kept walking.
Viggo unlocked the door of his loft. He turned on the light and dropped his keys on a table. He knew he was putting everything on the line. He knew that a relationship between he and Orlando should, in all reality, never work. But he also knew that he was a totally new person with Orlando in his life, both artistically and emotionally. He stepped aside and allowed Orlando to walk into the living room.
“You know, I don’t think you…” Orlando stopped talking. He also stopped walking.
Every painting, every sculpture, every work that Viggo had done since he had met Orlando was set up in the room. There were paintings of Orlando, sketches of him sleeping, drawings of him eating his omelet. Some of the sculptures and paintings were more abstract, but the colors and images were inspired by Orlando.
“Uh…this is what I’m showing at Billy Boyd’s studio,” Viggo said softly. “I didn’t know if you’d ever get down there, but I wanted you to see everything.” Orlando nodded but didn’t speak. “You’re…um…see…” Viggo swallowed. He wasn’t normally a babbler, but he couldn’t put his feelings into words, for probably the first time in his life. “There’s poetry, too, but of course that isn’t in here. You can read it later, if you want.”
“So…you’re using me to make money?” Orlando said finally, the coldness still in his voice. “I shoulda charged you more.”
“No.” The word was cold and biting. Viggo couldn’t believe that Orlando thought that way.
“Well? Your boyfriend shows up, and suddenly you’re dragging me back here to show me my face done by YOUR hand,” Orlando snapped.
“He’s not my boyfriend, first of all. Secondly, I don’t remember dragging you ANYWHERE. I PAID for your time,” Viggo said angrily, his heart breaking. “Yes, that IS your face. It’s all I can see. Before I met you, I was so broken that nothing would come out of these.” Viggo held his hands in the air. “Now…because of you…there’s this new spirit inside of me. THAT’S what I wanted you to see. And it’s not about the sex, so don’t even go there.”
“But that man…”
“Is my EX. He only contacted me because he wants me to play piano in his pub.” Viggo let out a short laugh. “Talk about using someone to make money.” He looked Orlando in the eye. “I’ve fallen hard for you. I’m sure you’ve heard it before, but it’s true. And I’m not looking to BUY your love. You know I have next to nothing. I’d want us to be real. I’d want us to have a relationship. I’d have to ask you to stop your job…I couldn’t handle it. This is crazy and sudden, and I get it if you say no. I just needed you to know. If it’s not what you want, then that’s fine. I’ll say thank you for inspiring me, keep the money, and I’ll call you a cab.”
Orlando looked shaken. “Viggo…”
“I know.” Viggo ran a hand through his hair. “I’m a lot older than you, just a boring weird artist who barely makes enough to fill his fridge. But I care about you, Orlando.”
“I…” Orlando’s eyes filled with tears. “God, Viggo. I…I care about you, too. But this is scary.”
“Yeah, it is.”
Orlando drew a ragged breath and began to inspect the paintings more closely. “I helped you do these?”
“Yes,” Viggo said. “And it’s NOT just your outside. It’s your inside, too.”
Orlando walked over to Viggo. “I’d like to stay tonight. I can’t…I can’t really make the decision right this second. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” Viggo said.
“I want us to make love, Viggo. Not for money, not for inspiration. For us,” Orlando said.
Later, when looking back, Viggo would chuckle and say that Orlando brought out the romantic in him. While Orlando sat on the bed, Viggo hurried around the loft, lighting candles and turning on soft music. When he finally stopped by the bed, Orlando had his shirt and sandals off and was lounging back on an elbow. Viggo swallowed deeply. Orlando was beautiful.
“Come here,” Orlando said in a husky voice, standing up at the end of the bed. Viggo stepped closer and Orlando removed his tank top. His hands rested on Viggo’s waist. “This will sound corny,” Orlando said, leaning his head on Viggo’s shoulder, “but it really was the best with you. After I’d leave you, I’d go to someone else, and it was even more empty than usual.” He laughed quietly. “I keep telling myself this isn’t real. I’m not Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. I’ll wake up and be back out on the street.”
“I’m not Richard Gere, either,” Viggo said. He kissed Orlando’s forehead. “I don’t have all that money and security. I’m no prince.”
“You’re a prince to me,” Orlando said, and Viggo kissed him.
They fell onto the bed, kissing and stroking. Orlando, who had always held back with Viggo, finally let himself go. He touched and stroked every place he had dreamt of touching. He kissed his way down Viggo’s chest with a passion that took Viggo’s breath away. He tugged at Viggo’s jeans, and when Viggo was finally naked, Orlando let out a sigh of admiration. His hands massaged Viggo’s thighs as he planted kisses up from Viggo’s knees.
“I want you inside of me, Orlando,” Viggo said, and Orlando froze.
“Wh-what?” Orlando asked.
“You heard me. Unless you really don’t want that.” Viggo undid Orlando’s belt.
“I just, it’s been so long.” Orlando closed his eyes and imagined it. “Yes, I want it,” he said breathlessly.
For once Orlando laid back and let someone else do the work. Viggo worshipped his body, letting his hands and tongue wander over Orlando’s long body. Orlando was soon arching up and panting for breath. “You sure you don’t just want me to take you?” Viggo growled playfully. In response, Orlando flipped him over.
“Definitely not.”
Viggo couldn’t decide which was more beautiful: having Orlando laid out below him, welcoming his thrusts, or arched above him, his eyes fluttering closed as he drove inside Viggo again and again. Either way, Viggo didn’t care. He soon could concentrate on nothing but Orlando’s body moving above him.
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