Pygmalion 11/17
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vigorliAuthor: zebraljb
Rating: G to NC17
Disclaimer: I love them but I don't know them, and therefore, this is all made up.
Note: Sorry for the delay. A whole bunch of crap in r/l made me totally disinterested in everything online for a bit.
Viggo was having an amazing dream. His body ached from the thought of everything that Orlando had done to him in the amazing dream. Orlando had looked down at him, smiled, said, “I love you, Viggo,” and then brought Viggo to the most amazing orgasm of his life.
His eyes fluttered open and focused on a bony knee. A sexy thigh above the knee was just peeking out from a sheet. Viggo looked up and saw a notepad, then a bare chest, and then a pair of soft lips being bitten between teeth. Orlando’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked from the paper to Viggo. He blushed slightly as he realized Viggo was awake. “Hey,” Orlando said bashfully. “I was trying to draw you, since you drew me so many times, but I’m not as good as you are.”
Viggo stretched and felt the familiar ache. He grinned happily as he realized that it hadn’t been a dream. It was all reality. He had actually experienced it, and then had fallen asleep with Orlando in his arms. “I owe you breakfast.”
“Yes,” Orlando said. He tossed the notepad to the ground and lay back down next to Viggo. “You could bring it to me in bed.”
“You’re bossy,” Viggo said.
“If you bring it to me in bed, then I know I’ll be able to keep you here,” Orlando said. Viggo sighed.
“I love the way you think.” He got up, pulled on a pair of boxer shorts, and headed to his kitchen.
Orlando got up as well, pulling on his jeans. He sat at the table and watched Viggo get out the preparations for breakfast. Viggo whistled as he worked, and Orlando simply watched him move. “About what you said last night…” The whistling stopped. “I’d like that,” Orlando said shyly. “I’d like to become something more with you. But…I have nothing to offer.”
“You have yourself, Orlando,” Viggo said, turning around with the eggs in his hands. “That’s all I expect.”
“I don’t know how to do anything but shag, Vig. I don’t have a real job. I live in a rat hole.”
“You could move here,” Viggo suggested.
“It’s a little sudden for all that,” Orlando said. “And then there’s Elijah.”
“We’ll adopt him,” Viggo said immediately, and Orlando grinned.
“I’m sure he’d love that.”
“Look, Orlando…it’s not like I’m made of money here, either. We’ll find you a job. Hell, Dom needs an assistant. You could help him. We’ll find something for ‘Lij, too.” Viggo sat down and took Orlando’s hand. “Just don’t give up on us already.”
“I’m not. I promise.” Orlando kissed Viggo’s hand. Viggo got back up to finish breakfast. “I need to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything,” Viggo said, whistling again.
“There’s someone who MIGHT come around looking for me,” Orlando said. Viggo whirled around.
“What?”
“Just a bloke…name’s Astin,” Orlando said, shrugging. “When I got here, to the States, I didn’t have much of anything. Hooked up with him and he set me up with a place to stay. I found out what the repayment would be.”
“He’s your pimp?”
“I don’t have a pimp,” Orlando said, looking almost insulted. “I just had to find the money to pay him back as soon as possible. So I started doing what I do. I paid him back instead of paying the rent. He didn’t seem too happy about it. I think he likes having me in his life or something.”
“Did you ever…” Viggo let the question trail off.
“Once. I didn’t have the money in time and he took me instead,” Orlando said, shrugging. “Wasn’t that bad, actually. He’s kinda good looking…if he wasn’t such a dickhead.”
“Orlando,” Viggo said, worried.
“Like I said, he MIGHT come looking for me. I don’t owe him nothing now, so he can’t rough me up or anything. Once I get another job, me and Elijah can get outta there.”
“He won’t hurt you or Elijah, will he?” Viggo asked.
“Doubt it. He always was sweet to Elijah. I think he had the hots for him. But Elijah is WAY out of his league,” Orlando said.
Viggo set a plate in front of him, remembering Elijah’s attitude the night Sean had shown up. “About Elijah…”
“I’d rather not talk about it.” Orlando began shoveling eggs in, and Viggo said nothing more.
Rating: G to NC17
Disclaimer: I love them but I don't know them, and therefore, this is all made up.
Note: Sorry for the delay. A whole bunch of crap in r/l made me totally disinterested in everything online for a bit.
Viggo was having an amazing dream. His body ached from the thought of everything that Orlando had done to him in the amazing dream. Orlando had looked down at him, smiled, said, “I love you, Viggo,” and then brought Viggo to the most amazing orgasm of his life.
His eyes fluttered open and focused on a bony knee. A sexy thigh above the knee was just peeking out from a sheet. Viggo looked up and saw a notepad, then a bare chest, and then a pair of soft lips being bitten between teeth. Orlando’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked from the paper to Viggo. He blushed slightly as he realized Viggo was awake. “Hey,” Orlando said bashfully. “I was trying to draw you, since you drew me so many times, but I’m not as good as you are.”
Viggo stretched and felt the familiar ache. He grinned happily as he realized that it hadn’t been a dream. It was all reality. He had actually experienced it, and then had fallen asleep with Orlando in his arms. “I owe you breakfast.”
“Yes,” Orlando said. He tossed the notepad to the ground and lay back down next to Viggo. “You could bring it to me in bed.”
“You’re bossy,” Viggo said.
“If you bring it to me in bed, then I know I’ll be able to keep you here,” Orlando said. Viggo sighed.
“I love the way you think.” He got up, pulled on a pair of boxer shorts, and headed to his kitchen.
Orlando got up as well, pulling on his jeans. He sat at the table and watched Viggo get out the preparations for breakfast. Viggo whistled as he worked, and Orlando simply watched him move. “About what you said last night…” The whistling stopped. “I’d like that,” Orlando said shyly. “I’d like to become something more with you. But…I have nothing to offer.”
“You have yourself, Orlando,” Viggo said, turning around with the eggs in his hands. “That’s all I expect.”
“I don’t know how to do anything but shag, Vig. I don’t have a real job. I live in a rat hole.”
“You could move here,” Viggo suggested.
“It’s a little sudden for all that,” Orlando said. “And then there’s Elijah.”
“We’ll adopt him,” Viggo said immediately, and Orlando grinned.
“I’m sure he’d love that.”
“Look, Orlando…it’s not like I’m made of money here, either. We’ll find you a job. Hell, Dom needs an assistant. You could help him. We’ll find something for ‘Lij, too.” Viggo sat down and took Orlando’s hand. “Just don’t give up on us already.”
“I’m not. I promise.” Orlando kissed Viggo’s hand. Viggo got back up to finish breakfast. “I need to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything,” Viggo said, whistling again.
“There’s someone who MIGHT come around looking for me,” Orlando said. Viggo whirled around.
“What?”
“Just a bloke…name’s Astin,” Orlando said, shrugging. “When I got here, to the States, I didn’t have much of anything. Hooked up with him and he set me up with a place to stay. I found out what the repayment would be.”
“He’s your pimp?”
“I don’t have a pimp,” Orlando said, looking almost insulted. “I just had to find the money to pay him back as soon as possible. So I started doing what I do. I paid him back instead of paying the rent. He didn’t seem too happy about it. I think he likes having me in his life or something.”
“Did you ever…” Viggo let the question trail off.
“Once. I didn’t have the money in time and he took me instead,” Orlando said, shrugging. “Wasn’t that bad, actually. He’s kinda good looking…if he wasn’t such a dickhead.”
“Orlando,” Viggo said, worried.
“Like I said, he MIGHT come looking for me. I don’t owe him nothing now, so he can’t rough me up or anything. Once I get another job, me and Elijah can get outta there.”
“He won’t hurt you or Elijah, will he?” Viggo asked.
“Doubt it. He always was sweet to Elijah. I think he had the hots for him. But Elijah is WAY out of his league,” Orlando said.
Viggo set a plate in front of him, remembering Elijah’s attitude the night Sean had shown up. “About Elijah…”
“I’d rather not talk about it.” Orlando began shoveling eggs in, and Viggo said nothing more.
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