vigorli

Author: Alilacia

Rating: PG-13/R

Pairing: Viggorli

Summary: Well, the title says it all really.

Disclaimer: Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen belong to themselves. The only thing I own is the idea and content of this story and no harm was meant. I am making no declarations or assumptions on the sexuality of Misters Mortensen and Bloom.

Archive:

vigorli,

vigorleancult and my fiction journal:

alilacias_fics. Anyone else, just ask. Apologies for all the cross-posting and possible multiple entires on peoples flists.

Notes: For

dmb_dragonfly who wanted a resurgence in the Viggorli fandom. And for anyone else inside of this fandom as well :)

Just a imaginary snapshot in time, during one of the magical times of the year.

Written for Christmas of 2005.

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Breakfast in Bed

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The window was open, letting in the early morning light and chilled air. The sky threatened snow but the occupants of the house didn't really care if they got a white Christmas or not. Just simply being here, together, was more than they had been able to hope for.

Inside the room a figure shifted in the bed. A yellow clad foot teased the edge of the duvet cover once before retreating back under the warmth. A mumble that could have translated to "too cold," drifted out from under the pile of bedcovering.

Standing in the doorway, Viggo smiled. The sight warmed his heart just as he hoped the meal he was holding would warm his lovers’ stomach. And hopefully get him out of bed. On virtually silent feet he walked towards the bed. The smell of the food was making him hungry and the lump under the covers moved.

Viggo stood, breathing in the fresh morning air, and watched as the yellow sock appeared at the corners of the cover and tousled curls spilled over the top. The lump twisted onto its back and Viggo was greeted to the sight of Orlando's sleepy but bright smile.

The smile widened upon seeing the food and his stomach chimed in its appreciation. Viggo chuckled a little, smiling fondly at his young lover. Orlando flushed a little as he scooted back to rest against the headboard, patting the bed by his side.

No sooner had the tray been placed between them and Viggo sat comfortably did Orlando twist and press his lips against Viggo's. It was meant to be a 'good morning' kiss. The 'thanks for making me breakfast in bed' kiss would come after Orlando had brushed his teeth. But Viggo didn't let Orlando pull away, tracing and teasing at Orlando's lips until they were red and he whimpered softly. His lips and mouth tingled, a combined effort of Viggo's touches and the minty toothpaste he could taste.

"Morning, angel."

Orlando was finally allowed to pull away and he smiled lopsidedly up at his lover. "I'll say. If that's your definition of a good morning, I can't wait to see what the rest of the day is like." Unwilling to subject Viggo to the horror that likely was his breath again, Orlando peppered the side of the face closest to him with kisses. He could feel Viggo's face stretch into a smile as the kisses continued.

"Don't I get a proper kiss?" The question was teasingly meant and they both knew it. Especially considering the kiss they'd already shared. Orlando pressed a kiss just under Viggo's ear, purely for the chance to feel Viggo shudder, and then pulled away.

"That was an 'I love you, but I'll leave you to eating while I brush my teeth' kind of kiss."

But as Orlando attempted to peel himself away from Viggo's side the older man grabbed him and pulled him in close. When Orlando tried again, Viggo twisted over the breakfast and straddled his lover. Viggo pressed his knees inward against his lovers warm flesh and pressed downwards.

Orlando struggled against his lovers hold, slightly apprehensive but at the same time waiting with baited breath for what was to come, as he was strongly pinned to the bed. Viggo's fingers danced over Orlando's side, with the subsequent writhing and giggling threatening to knock over the breakfast. Orlando allowed the treatment to carry on for a few seconds before he tried to warn Viggo about the food between gasps.

He laid there, shudders still shaking his frame intermittently, when Viggo stopped. He felt the fingers trace once more over his heaving ribs before they pulled away.

Viggo brushed a kiss over his lovers flushed face before joining their lips in a proper kiss. Orlando didn't fight it, letting his body go pliant and relaxed under Viggo's welcome weight.

"Don't go and I'll stop this." The fingers returned to the sensitive ribs, this time more sensual teasing than tickling teasing, but Orlando shuddered all the same.

"Alright, I won't." He breathed, pressing his lips up for another kiss. "Although it's not much incentive on my part."

Viggo's look promised to follow through on what they had started. But first he shifted to sit next to Orlando and reached for their food. It had gone quite cool now but it would still be enjoyable.

Orlando felt lust start to simmer slowly through his veins even as love blossomed in his heart, spreading to a gentle smile across his face.

The younger man sat up fully, part of him hoping Viggo would feed him his breakfast this morning and that he would then be able to lick the honey off those fingers. He pressed closer to Viggo as the cold morning air made itself apparent and whistled at the window. His fingers pressed and prodded at the cover; smoothing it around his waist.

Viggo registered the weight settle against his side and wrapped his free arm around Orlando's waist. His other hand came around holding honey drenched toast and slowly pressed it against Orlando's lips.

Orlando's tongue teased over the surface before his lips parted, allowing Viggo to place the small morsel inside. Viggo smiled but his hand didn't get very far away before it was gently captured by Orlando's own. The calloused fingers traced real and imaginary lines over his palm, making him shudder. The tongue lapping over his sticky fingers was making him tremble for a whole other reason.

The rest of breakfast carried on like this and by the time it was finished Viggo's breathing was laboured and Orlando was smiling widely. "Your turn, lover." The smiling lips parted in a gasp as Viggo suddenly moved. Orlando once again found himself pinned to the bed. Orlando cocked his head to the side, glancing up at Viggo. "Don't you want something to eat?"

Viggo grinned and the lust that had been simmering through Orlando rose to a boil. "I'd rather eat you."

A breathy chuckle was his answer as he kissed and licked his way down Orlando's torso.

Outside, the wind was alternately picking up and dying. The sky was no longer threatening snow. It was snowing, albeit sluggishly, painting the ground various speckled colours where it landed.

Inside the breathy moans and gasps of the younger man spilled into the morning air. The day was looking to be a good one. If they ever got out of bed that is...

Fin.