FIC: Rosso Luna 5

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Title: Rosso Luna

Author: Bwitched83uk (bwitched83uk@aol.com)

Rating: NC-17 overall.

Pairing: Viggo/Orli

Summary: AU. An artist who has lost his inspiration travels to Rome to find himself again, where he meets a young English man who will help him find his muse.

Disclaimer: This story is complete lies. This never happened. I do not know these men, nor claim to. This is a work of complete fiction for your enjoyment, I make no money from it.

Beta: The betalicious Soar38 *Kisses*

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Feedback: Makes Viggo and Orli horny baby.

A/N: My current obsession 30 Seconds To Mars had to be the band playing at the club.

Chapter 5

 

"Are you, um, sure this is really my scene?" Viggo asked as they entered the crowded bar. The air was smoky and filled with the scent of cheap alcohol.

Orlando chuckled beside him and shook his head. "What did we say, Viggo?"

Viggo hung his head and took a deep breath before nodding. "That I’m forty-one years old, not eighty-one, and that I need to get out more."

Orlando grinned at him and took his hand, leading him over to a small table, where a young man was devouring the mouth of another young man.

The slightly smaller man moaned, though it was lost in the blare of the music being pumped around the bar, and tightened his arms around his lover’s neck.

"Oi, you wankers," Orlando called out as he approached them. "Come up for air and meet my friend."

The two men, perhaps a little older than Orlando, looked up and grinned at their friend. The smaller, but slightly older of the two, stood up and wrapped his arms around Orlando’s waist, hugging him enthusiastically. "Orli, man, you came."

The excitement in Jared’s voice was evident as he pulled back from Orlando and looked over at Viggo. "Hey, man, nice to meet you." Jared stuck out his hand to the handsom, older man.

Viggo couldn’t believe the eyes on this guy. It was like they gave the word blue a new meaning.

Orlando smiled as he saw Viggo shake Jared’s hand and he turned to his other friend. "Viggo, this is Colin and Jared. Jared is in the band we’re watching tonight."

Viggo raised his eyebrows and looked at Jared again. "Really?" He was clearly impressed.

Colin snorted from behind him, still sat at the table, lazily drinking his beer. "Don’t get too excited, mate, you’ve not heard them yet," he said in his strong Irish accent.

"Hey, you fucker," Jared shoved him, making him miss his mouth and slosh beer onto the table.

Colin placed his bottle down and held up his hand to his lover. "I’m just saying, you do tend to scream a lot." When Jared frowned at him but turned back to Orlando, as the other two men sat down, Colin leaned closer to Viggo. "And not just on stage."

Colin received another hard shove and he started laughing, pulling Jared towards him and kissing him sloppily on the cheek. "I’m just teasing you, baby."

"Find a better way," Jared retorted, but only pretending to be angry.

"But you love to be teased," Colin purred in his ear, making the young American smile and lean into him more.

"Oh for fuck sake, give it rest, you two," Orlando said, stopping the passing waitress and asking for four more beers. "Don’t you have some eyeliner to apply?" Orlando asked with a grin.

"Actually, yes," Jared said getting up. He bent down to kiss Colin on the mouth. "I’ll talk to you guys after the show."

Colin smiled as he watched his lover go. He teased him relentlessly, but both he and Jared knew how proud Colin was of him.

"So," Colin asked with his usual bluntness. "Is this your new boyfriend? He’s got to be an improvement on Marco, the fucker."

Orlando stared at Colin for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to answer. "Um, we’re just, you know, friends."

Colin looked at the two men, both avoiding eye contact, both suddenly uncomfortable. "Yeah, of course you are."

The three men talked quietly for a few more minutes, until they heard some warm up strums of a guitar, coming from the stage. They turned to see Jared and his band setting things up. Jared had changed into a pair of leather pants and a black, body hugging T-shirt. His eyes were framed by black eyeliner, making them even more enchanting.

When they started up their first song, Colin yelled out, "Yeah, baby, give it them," over the music and the cheering from the crowd.

~~~~~~~~~~~

It was past two am when the four men made their way out of the bar. Colin was, just for a change, pissed off his nut, as Orlando called it. Jared couldn’t stop giggling as he helped his lover walk and the two of them constantly broke out into the chorus of The Beatles' All you Need Is Love over and over again.

Viggo and Orlando walked together behind the vocal pair, laughing to each every so often over Orlando’s friends’ behaviour.

"So, did you have fun tonight?" Orlando asked, bumping shoulders with the man that made his chest feel fit to burst.

Viggo turned to him and grinned. "Actually, I really did. Thank you, you know, for dragging my old ass out."

Orlando licked his lips before biting the lower one. "You’re welcome, and I don’t think your arse is old, I happen to think it’s pretty nice."

Viggo looked over at Orlando who was smiling at him, part cheekily, part shyly.

Viggo couldn’t help but smile back before looking away again, a little embarrassed. "You always say what you’re thinking. You never try to hide your thoughts or feelings, I admire that."

Orlando just shrugged his shoulders. "It gets me into trouble sometimes."

"I can imagine," Viggo said knowingly. They walked in silence for a few more minutes, listening to Jared and Colin arguing over the lyrics to Day Tripper.

"Colin it’s ‘she’s a big tease yeah,’ why the hell would they sing, ‘she’s a malteaser?’" Jared said with conviction. Colin just kissed him on the cheek before breaking out into another round of All You Need Is Love.

"Shut the fuck up, or learn a new bloody song yeah?" Orlando cried out to them from behind. He kept his eyes on them as he spoke. "It got me in trouble with you."

Viggo stopped and turned to face Orlando who stopped with him. "What?"

The younger man found he couldn’t look at Viggo, so he kept his eyes on his two friends in front. "I never meant to complicate your life, Viggo. I just… like you and, well, I’m afraid that you’re going to end up doing something with me that you’re going to regret and hate me for."

Viggo couldn’t help but smile. "You think you’re that hot, huh? That no man can resist you? That you’re some kind of vixen who preys on middle-aged men and if anything should happen between us, then it will be entirely your fault for being so hot?"

Orlando laughed a little and looked up at the older man. "No."

"No," Viggo repeated. "I don’t know what’s going to happen, I’m not even questioning what we’re doing here. But I do know that whatever happens, I will never regret it nor blame you for it."

Orlando smiled brilliantly and moved forward, wrapping his arms around Viggo and pulling him in to a tight hug.

Viggo was taken off guard momentarily, but soon recovered and smiled, pressing his face into coconut scented curls and wrapping his arms around Orlando’s slighter frame.

As Viggo held him in his arms, he knew that something would eventually happen between them, because just holding the younger man made his senses dance and his body react. He thought of those nights they would spend in motel rooms while they were on the road. He thought about what would happen in them and he felt himself harden. He felt his body come alive and, suddenly, he couldn’t get past the thought of how desperate he was to watch the young man’s face as he climaxed.

"Orlando?"

"Mmm?" The younger man tightened his hold on Viggo and pressed his face into his neck.

"Do you want me to-"

"So, he’s not your boyfriend then, Orli?" Colin shouted with a laugh. "Doesn’t fucking look like it."

Colin received a slap to the back of his head from Jared.

The two men broke apart, looking guiltily at the ground.

"When are you leaving?" Jared asked once they had caught them up.

"Two days," Orlando answered, reaching out and taking Viggo’s hand, not caring what his two friends might say.

Viggo smiled and felt heat travel up his arm. He gently squeezed Orlando’s hand and they walked the rest of the way home in silence.

~~~~~~~~~

Viggo stood at Orlando’s front door, unsure if he was going to be invited up and even more unsure of what he would say if he were. He knew he wanted to, God did he want to, but he couldn’t seem to let go of his guilt. He felt as though, by just holding the younger man’s hand, he was in some way betraying his family.

"So, are you all set for Monday?" Orlando asked. He felt like he was on a first date and was wondering if he was going to get a goodnight kiss or not. "I’ll come and pick you up from the B&B and we can share the driving." He desperately wanted to ask whether or not they would be sharing a room but couldn’t find the courage to.

"That sounds good. You have to work all day tomorrow right?" Orlando nodded. "Right. Well, I guess I’ll see you Monday morning, then."

"Yeah, okay," Orlando said, leaning in slightly. "I mean, if you wanted to, you could maybe… what the fuck are you doing here?" He shouted as he saw Marco walking towards them.

The Italian looked Viggo over with a sneer. "Your knight in shining armour? Thanked him properly for that did you?"

Orlando stepped in front of Viggo and faced Marco. "It’s none of your business anymore, is it? What the fuck are you doing here? I told you I don’t want to see you."

Viggo placed his hand on Orlando’s shoulder to let him know he was there and he was ready to back him up if need be.

"Jesus, Orli, you left me for Grandpa over there?" He asked with a laugh. "What is he? Fifty? Yeah, you must have been real grateful, huh? Did he thank you nicely, Grandpa? Did he spread his little whore legs and bend over for you?"

"Hey," Viggo said stepping forward past Orlando. "He said he didn’t want you here, now I suggest you leave before you really piss me off."

Marco laughed and looked Orlando up and down. "Mmm, can’t blame you, Grandpa. He is a fine piece of ass, isn’t he? Mind you, that’s all he’s good for though. He’s a little cock slut, aren’t you, pretty boy?"

Orlando felt his cheeks get hot and tears of embarrassment sting his eyes. Why did Marco have to say those things in front of Viggo?

The American strode forward and grabbed Marco by the shirt collar. "You know what’s sad? The obvious desperation coming off you. He made it clear he doesn’t want you anymore, and yet here you are. You can’t stay away, can you?"

Marco pushed Viggo backwards and snorted. "Can’t stay away from that slut?" He snorted and turned to leave. "You come near my house again, Orli and I’m coming after you," he threatened before walking away.

Viggo watched him leave before turning to Orlando to make sure he was alright. He could see the tears shining in the young man’s eyes and in a split second he had taken the younger man in his arms. "Oh, baby, don’t listen to him. Please don’t let him upset you."

"Do you believe those things he said about me?" Orlando asked in a whisper, frightened that Viggo would think badly of him now.

The American tightened his hold and placed little kisses all over Orlando’s face. "Not for a second. Though, I can understand why he would say it."

Orlando raised his head to look at Viggo.

"If I lost you, it’d make me crazy too."

Orlando just looked into Viggo’s eyes for a few seconds, unsure of what to say to that, before leaning forward and gently pressing their lips together. He kissed Viggo almost chastely, but there was an underlying need that threatened to consume them both.

Viggo only allowed himself a few moments of sweet contact before he pulled back slowly.

He brought his hand up to stroke Orlando’s hair and hoped to God that he didn’t end up hurting this perfect creature.

"You should go inside, get some sleep."

Orlando nodded reluctantly. "Okay. I’ll see you Monday." He leaned in again and gave Viggo one more soft kiss before opening the door and going inside.

Once the door was shut Viggo leaned against it and let out a long breath. What the hell was he getting into here? And why the hell did he feel so damn guilty about it all?

TBC

Comments

[bunnysummers.livejournal.com]

Stop feeling guilty, Viggo!! Guilt is such a waste of perfectly good energy that could be used for much more pleasurable pasttimes.

I loved how Viggo stood up for Orlando, seeing right through Marco's vitriol.

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

i know, I hate men like that, who just 'cos you dumped or rejected then try to put you down or amke you sound like you wern't good enough for thm anyway.
And I can't have them jump straight into th sack, we need some nice sexual tension first :)

[turelietelconta.livejournal.com]

Great chapter! And Colin and Jared being in there too was another nice, hot bonus.

Viggo should break up with Chris as soon as possible, then he's free to enjoy his time with Orlando as much as we want him too, no guilt. ;-)

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

I know, but poor VIggo is finding it hard. Besides, patience is good, the longer you draw out the sexual tension the hotter the sex will finally be :)
That's my philosophy.