What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? (Slash Story V/O)

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Title: What are you doing New Year’s Eve (Chapter 5 of 5)
Author: lauralynn22

Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: A Lonely New Years Eve
Warnings: Angst, Romance, Erotica
Disclaimer: I don’t own them or know their personal lives, it’s all in my mind
Beta: willowing
A/N: It’s a song, I did not write it. Harry Connick Jr does it best

Dedication: To the Wonderful aflon

 

 

Orlando took a deep breath, the weight on his chest gone and his heart freed. “How much do you miss me old man?”

 

“More than I can tell you over the phone.” Viggo said a smile in his voice.

 

“Give it a try, tell me.” Orlando lowered the timbre of his voice.

 

The seductiveness of Orlando’s voice got him every time. The man could read the phone book and make even the most straight man come in his pants like a teenager.

 

“I could say the obvious, that I miss your smile, your face, your voice when you say my name,” Viggo continued, “But what I really miss is the whole package, everything that makes up you.”

 

“Viggo,” Orlando breathed into the phone, already hard and aching. He lay back down on the hotel bed, wishing he was in Idaho and Viggo was beside him. He unbuttoned his pants and slipped a hand over his cock that was already leaking pre-cum. Moist and slick, he began to slowly move his hand up and down his length.

 

“I miss your soft skin,” Viggo continued. “The way your breath quickens when I touch you. How your eyes darken to almost black when you look at me. You make me feel like I’m the only one that can make you feel that way.”

 

“You are the only one Viggo.” Orlando panted.

 

“Are you touching yourself baby? I want to hear you.” Viggo loosened the tie on the pair of old sweatpants he wore and worked his hand over himself. “I’m touching myself for you, can you feel me?”

 

“Yes, oh yes.” Orland could feel him. He knew his touch by heart. “Oh Viggo, I miss you so much. I miss this.”

 

“I know, baby. I know.” Viggo said as he slowly began to stroke himself. “I want to lick and suck those wonderful nipples of yours. I want to taste you, make them hard like little diamonds.”

 

Orlando released his cock and touched his nipples as if Viggo was there himself.

 

“Then I’d nibble them, bite down hard.”

 

Orlando pinched himself, feeling Viggo’s tongue and teeth on him.

 

“I’d kiss my way down your chest, licking your sun tattoo that marks you as mine.” Viggo growled. Orlando responded with a moan. It was all he could do to keep from coming right then and there; he didn’t want to miss a moment.

 

“I’d bury my face in your curls; smell the scent that is only you. I’d lick you up and down. You’re so hard for me baby.”

 

“I am for you, only for you.” No one had ever made him feel this way, made him this hard.

 

Only Viggo.

 

“I’d wrap my lips around you, sucking you just at the tip, teasing you.”

 

“Oh Viggo, don’t tease. Take me, please!”

 

“How do you want it baby, hard and fast, or slow?” Viggo was on the edge already. Months of celibacy and Orlando’s moans were doing nothing for his self control.

 

“Fast, need to cum, oh please I need to cum so badly.” Orlando was frantic with need.

 

“I’d take you in my mouth. Oh God Orlando, you taste so sweet! I’d take you all the way down my throat, suck you and roll you with my hand.”

 

“Oh, Oh, Viggo, I’m coming!” Orlando was pumping himself furiously now, warning Viggo as if he was really there.

 

“Orlando, come for me, let me hear you! I’m coming too, oh baby!” Viggo spilled his seed all over his hand.

 

“Yes, Oh God, YES!” Orlando came with a scream.  “Viggo, love you! I do, I do, I do love you.”

 

“Oh Orlando, I love you too, baby.” Viggo was crying with his release, crying over all the emotions he felt for this man.

 

“Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” Orlando pleaded. “I love you. It will be better this time. I promise.”

 

“These aren’t sad tears, they are happy ones. I feel you here with me; can you feel my arms around you?”

 

“Yes, I can, I really can.” Orlando was crying now too.

 

They said nothing for a few moments, letting everything sink in. Orlando’s steady breathing made Viggo think he had fallen asleep.

 

“Are you still with me, babe?”

 

“Hmmm?” Orlando was feeling beyond sated and happy. “Yeah, still here. Want to fall asleep in your arms.”

 

“Would you, I mean could you...?” Viggo started, he didn’t want to assume that Orlando would want to come to him.

 

“I’m already on my way to you. I’ll see you in my dreams and then for real no later than tomorrow night.”

 

Viggo smiled, and let go a breath he had been holding since Orlando had left all those months before.

 

“I’ll be waiting.”

 

“Happy New Year’s Viggo, I love you.”

 

“I love you too.”

 

Orlando lay there for a long while, blissfully content. He could do it this time; he felt it in his soul.

 

He would never spend another lonely New Year’s Eve.