vigorli

author: zebraljb
rating: nc17
disclaimer: it's all made up and not real I know nothing
warning: smut and fluff, fluff and smut

MY CONFESSION
Thirteen

Orlando allowed himself to be pulled into the kiss, moaning slightly as he felt Viggo’s strong fingers weave up into his curls. He braced himself with a hand on Viggo’s shoulder, never wanting to let go.
Finally Viggo released him, both of them panting for breath. “Should I be apologizing for that?” Viggo asked.

“Not on my behalf,” Orlando said, his laugh a bit shaky. “I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed quite like that before.”

“Good.” Viggo looked pleased with himself, then grew serious. “Now what?”

Orlando thought for a moment. “You have bags out in Sean’s car?” Viggo nodded. “Get them and go upstairs. Turn right and go into the last room on the left. Wait for me there.” Viggo blinked at this newly authoritative Orlando but did as he said.

Orlando hurried upstairs, trying and failing to hide the immense joy rushing through him. “Hey, guys.”

“Hey, Orli,” Billy said with his mouth full. “Sounds like Beanie’s playing matchmaker.”

“I know. Remember how we were gonna go run around a bit today?” Orlando asked. The Hobbits, who by now were all eating breakfast, nodded as one. “I won’t be able to make it, but you guys go on. Take Beanie with you. The driver can take you wherever you want to go.”

“What’s up?” Elijah asked.

“I’ll be in bed most of the day,” Orlando said, turning on one heel and leaving the balcony.

“Where’s Viggo?” Dom called.

Sean, Elijah and Billy stared at him. “Are you serious? Where’s Viggo?” Billy asked. Dom stared at him.

“Oh. OH.”

The door to the guestroom was open, and Orlando marched right in. “This is gorgeous,” Viggo said softly, looking around at the room decorated in browns and dark reds.

“I always think of this room as autumn…I thought it would suit you.” Orlando nodded to a closed door in the wall. “And also, that door leads into the master suite. I think this was a nursery or something.” He fidgeted. “I didn’t want to, well, assume, but I…”

“So, that’s your room?” Viggo interrupted. Orlando nodded and watched Viggo open the door and go into the master suite. He followed quickly and saw Viggo walk around the room, inspecting furniture and knickknacks.

“The bedroom’s there…master bath…” Orlando pointed nervously. “So, yeah. I can hide myself away completely in here.”

“I would.” Viggo moved to look out the large picture window. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Orlando said, his eyes never leaving Viggo’s face.

Viggo turned around and walked back across the room. He ignored Orlando, going past him to shut the connecting door between the rooms. He then went to the bedroom door and opened it, looking inside. Orlando silently prayed that he hadn’t left clothes and sheets everywhere. He went in without comment, and Orlando slowly followed. When he reached the doorway, Viggo was sitting on the edge of the bed without his shirt on. Orlando forced himself not to gape. Viggo’s eyes never left Orlando’s face. “I’m not letting you break my heart again. We can have a really good fuck here, fuck all week, as a matter of fact, but I won’t let you break my heart. If this is just sex again, clue me in before it all goes down.”

“Viggo,” Orlando said sadly. He walked over and put a hand on Viggo’s shoulder. “Did you miss the part where I admitted to being a twat and said I loved you? I wasn’t saying that to get you into bed. I was saying it because it’s the truth, and because I want you in my life again.”

“Good.” Viggo tugged Orlando down, falling onto the bed with Orlando on top of him. “Um, what did you tell everyone?” Viggo’s tongue licked at Orlando’s neck as he pulled at Orlando’s t-shirt.
“I would be in bed all day and they should go sightseeing on their own,” Orlando said breathlessly, arching his neck to give Viggo better access.

“Fuck,” Viggo growled, struggling with the shirt and finally tearing the worn fabric.

Orlando moaned, rolling to his back and pulling Viggo with him. Viggo shoved the shreds of Orlando’s shirt aside, bending his head to taste Orlando’s chest. “Missed you…so much, Vig…no one else…” Orlando panted.

“I know, Elf. Me too.” Viggo slid an arm under Orlando’s back. “This isn’t hurting you, is it?” He sucked on a dark nipple and Orlando hissed.

“I don’t care. I don’t care if you fuck me so hard you break my back again. I just need you…” Orlando fisted his hands in Viggo’s hair, bringing him up for a hot kiss.

“You and your dirty talk,” Viggo growled. “Always drove me crazy.”

“I’ve had years to think about what I want you to do to me, and I plan on telling you every single idea, every fantasy,” Orlando hissed in his ear. “Once we’re naked.” Viggo pulled back, standing up to quickly get rid of his clothes. Orlando laughed at him, laughing harder as Viggo yanked and tugged until Orlando was naked as well. “I love you so much, Viggo.”

Viggo stopped, staring down at Orlando’s naked body. “I love you, too, Orlando.” He slowly crawled up Orlando’s body, laying down so they aligned perfectly. “So much.” His kiss was tender, and Orlando sighed as his hands moved to trace up and down Viggo’s back.

Viggo grabbed Orlando’s arms, slowly pulling them up to rest above Orlando’s head. Orlando turned his head, giving Viggo better access to his sensitive throat and neck. “I want this,” Orlando sighed. “But there’s one problem.”

“Hmmm?” Viggo murmured against Orlando’s shoulder.

“I…well, I have lube. Butnocondoms,” he blurted out. Viggo pulled back and looked at him. “I don’t bring people here, Vig, and there’s hardly been anyone since you. Lube’s a given, I mean, a man has to take care of himself now and then, but…” Viggo kissed Orlando into silence, and Orlando could feel Viggo’s laughter against his mouth. “Fuck you, old man.” He playfully shoved Viggo away.

“Hold on.” Viggo crawled off the bed. “Where’s your cell?”

“On the desk. What, are you planning on calling the condom fairy?” Orlando said with a giggle.

“Sorta.” Viggo picked up the phone and worked through Orlando’s address book. “Hey, Beanie. Viggo.”
Orlando screamed with laughter, burying his face in his pillow. “I need a condom.” Viggo blinked. “TELL me you didn’t just ask me WHY. I need one. Do I need to call Elijah and embarrass the shit out of you?” Viggo paused. “Okay. Thank you. Top of the stairs, master suite.” Viggo ended the call.

By this time Orlando was in tears. “He…he asked you why?”

“Beanie was always a little slow on the uptake. I’ll be right back.” Viggo went back out into the sitting room, answering the knock stark naked.

“Aw, fuck, Vig, that’s just wrong.” Bean covered his eyes with one hand, holding out the condom in the other.

“Thanks, Sean. You’re a good friend.” Viggo shut the door in his friend’s face, returning to the bedroom. “Where were we?”

Orlando tried to contain the giggles that still spilled forth. “I don’t even know.”

Viggo put the condom within arm’s reach and fell back onto the bed, spreading Orlando’s legs and taking his cock into his mouth in almost one fluid motion. Orlando hissed and arched up. Viggo held him down at the hips, licking and sucking as if a man possessed. “Missed you…missed the taste and smell and feel of you.”

“God, Viggo…” Orlando pulled at Viggo’s hair. “You NEED to stop. It won’t…I’ll…”

“Oh, no you don’t, pretty elf.” Viggo came up to kiss Orlando once more, an evil glint in his eye. “You’re not cumming until you’re around my cock.”

“Fuck…and you said I talk dirty…” Orlando motioned with his hand. “Drawer. Lube in that drawer.”

Viggo leaned across the bed and dug for the lubricant. When he rolled back to Orlando, the younger man’s eyes were closed. “Are you okay?” Viggo’s voice was concerned.

“Fine.” The long lashes fluttered open. “I just…I keep thinking this is a dream. I dream about you all the time, but this is one dream I never ever hoped would come true.”

Viggo smiled, running a finger across Orlando’s forehead. “When I’m done with you, you’ll know it’s real.” A lube-slicked finger moved inside of Orlando. “You’re going to feel me for DAYS.”

“Yes, Viggo, that’s what I want.” Orlando could only imagine how wanton he looked, arching and writhing under Viggo’s touch.

“You won’t be able to sit without remembering me inside you.” Viggo added another finger, knowing that Orlando didn’t mind hasty preparation. “You’re gonna ache.”

“Please, Viggo, now…make me feel it,” Orlando begged. Viggo sheathed himself with the condom, adding a small amount of lube to ease his way.

“I’ve been dreaming of this, too,” he said, moving inside ever so slowly. Orlando cried out, his legs wrapping around Viggo’s waist and urging him on. “You feel better than I remembered.”

“Yes, Viggo, please…” Orlando’s fingernails dug into Viggo’s back.

“My pleasure.” Viggo gave Orlando a brutal kiss, biting down on Orlando’s bottom lip before thrusting in at a rapid pace.

Orlando was thankful that his bed wasn’t tight against the wall, because he knew it would be knocking against it. He held on for dear life, loving the feeling of Viggo going deeper and deeper inside of him. Viggo’s teeth bit so hard on his shoulder that he swore he felt blood. “Viggo, I fucking love you.” He grabbed Viggo by the hair, pulling him up for another kiss.

“You used to be able to cum without being touched, Orlando. Can you still do it?”

Orlando moaned at the thought. “I only…ever did it…with you,” he said between thrusts.

The thought made Viggo groan with him. “Do it for me now, Orli…fucking cum with me inside you…let my cock make you cum so hard you fucking forget your name.”

“Viggo!” Orlando kept repeating Viggo’s name as he obeyed, cumming the hardest he could ever remember. He continued to whisper the name as he shivered in Viggo’s arms, for Viggo continued to thrust, moving inside until his own orgasm took him over as well.

Viggo let himself gently collapse onto Orlando, not caring that Orlando’s release was smeared between their stomachs. “Oh, baby.” Viggo’s mouth was everywhere, kissing Orlando’s shoulders, his eyelids, his chin. “That was…”

“I know…” Orlando ran a hand through Viggo’s sweaty hair, smoothing it off Viggo’s face. His smile was almost shy. “Just like riding a bike.”

Viggo chuckled. “And who is the bike in this little scenario?”

Orlando slapped him. “Get up, filthy human. I’m going to get a cloth or something.”

Viggo made himself move to the side and Orlando got up, heading for the bathroom. Viggo was almost asleep when something cold hit his back with a hard slap. “Thanks a lot!”

“You’re welcome,” Orlando said, smiling sweetly. Viggo cursed at him as he cleaned himself up. He tossed the cloth back to Orlando, who once again disappeared into the bathroom.

As Orlando came out of the bathroom, something caught his eye. The painting was still in its brown paper, leaning against the wall of the sitting room. He went over to it, still naked, and slowly unwrapped it. The power of the memories flew back to him, hitting him so intensely that he had to sit down. He reached out with a shaking hand, touching the reds and browns on the canvas.

“So much fucking wasted time,” he whispered out loud, drawing his knees up and leaning his chin on them. He sat for a long time, silently staring at the painting created by the hands he loved most in the world.

Viggo snorted awake, realizing that he was alone in the bed. He stretched and got up, walking across the empty bedroom. He poked his head in the sitting room, prepared to call Orlando’s name, but stopped when he saw the huddled figure on the floor. “Orlando? Are you…” Viggo walked over and paused. “Oh.”

“I never hung it up,” Orlando said, wiping away tears with the back of his hand. “I bought it because no one else could possibly have it. No one else would understood how it was done…what inspired you to make it. But then I couldn’t hang it up. It reminded me of how fucking STUPID I was, what a spoiled child.” He looked up at Viggo, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Viggo, I was such a baby, such a fool. I let you go, made you put your fears and pain into a fucking painting instead of talking everything out with you. I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, Orli.” Viggo sat next to him, drawing Orlando into his arms. “It’s done now. We’re fixing it, aren’t we?”

“Yes. But not enough. It can never be enough. I’m not ashamed anymore, and I want everyone to know it.” Orlando sniffed hard, wiping his face again. “I’ll go on fucking CNN if I have to. Everyone should know.”

“That’s not necessary, though I appreciate it,” Viggo said, pushing Orlando’s curls away from his face. “How about this…we don’t make a spectacle of ourselves, but when the time comes, we tell the truth?”

Orlando looked up at Viggo. “How do you put up with me?”

“I love you, silly elf. You’re worth putting up with.”

Now I feel myself surrender, each time I see your face…I am captured by your beauty, your unassuming grace. And I feel my heart is turning, falling into place.
I can't hide now hear my confession.

THE END