Unexpected Gift 6/6

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author: zebraljb
rating: nc17
disclaimer: au, but written without permission from any of the "real" people involved



Viggo stared at Orlando for a long moment, then let his fingers do what they had wanted to do for so long: stroke through Orlando’s curls. Orlando purred, letting his head rub against the touch. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Orlando pulled Viggo down for a passionate kiss. “I want to be inside you. Can I?”

“Oh, sweet Jesus, yes,” Viggo sighed against Orlando’s mouth. Everyone assumed that due to his position in life, Viggo wanted to be on top sexually as well. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. He finally pulled away, leading Orlando down the hall to a set of double doors.

A giant oak bed built into the wall dominated the large bedroom. Large bookshelves framed the headboard, and white gauzy drapes were tied back at the columns of the frame. “That’s some bed,” Orlando said nervously.

Viggo grinned. “The story is that every Mortensen heir for the past five generations was conceived in that bed.”

“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about THAT happening tonight,” Orlando said with a grin. Viggo reached out for him, and he took a step back. “I’m…” Orlando held up his hands, staring at the splatters of hot fudge that dotted his wrists and forearms.

“As much as I’d love to lick food off your body, I’d prefer it to be fresh,” Viggo said. Orlando shivered at the kinky thought. “Bathroom’s in there.” Viggo motioned to a door. “Why don’t you get cleaned up, and I’ll run down and grab us a snack, okay?”

“Thank you,” Orlando said. “Hurry back.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” Viggo pulled Orlando close for a bruising kiss.

“Hurry,” Orlando repeated breathlessly. Viggo practically ran out of the room.

Normally after a long hard shift, Orlando stood for at least a half-hour under a scalding hot shower. Tonight was not one of those nights. He did let the water stream over him for about ten minutes, but his cock wouldn’t let him dream of wasting time in the shower when the man of his dreams was waiting in the bedroom. Orlando scrubbed himself clean, then toweled off with a fluffy green towel. He wrapped the towel around his slender waist, realizing he had nothing to change into. The thought made him smile. He was pretty sure he’d be spending the next few hours, if not all night, totally naked.

He opened the door and went out, ruffling his curls with a smaller towel of the same color. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I brought up a bit of everything,” Viggo said when the door opened, arranging some fruit on a tray. “Did you…” Viggo turned to look at him, and all rational thought died. Stray drops of water slid down Orlando’s bare torso to land in the bunch of fabric at his waist. “Oh, fuck me,” Viggo whispered, sitting down hard on the bed.

“That’s the plan, right?” Orlando padded over to stand in front of Viggo. Viggo’s large hands slowly came up to tug at the towel until it puddled on Orlando’s feet. Those same hands slowly slid up Orlando’s body, from his knees to his thighs to his hips, thumbs dancing just around the patch of dark hair framing the thick cock.

“I cannot wait to have this inside of me,” Viggo said, finally taking it in his hand and stroking gently.
Orlando’s fingers dug into Viggo’s clothed shoulders, his head falling back. “If you keep that up…it won’t make it inside,” Orlando gasped. “You need to be naked pretty damn quick.”

Viggo stood, stripping as they kissed. His hands soon returned to Orlando’s cock, stroking and caressing until Orlando was moaning and gasping into his mouth. Viggo pulled them down to the bed, and it was then that Orlando saw the condom and lube waiting by the pillows. “I’ve laid in this bed dreaming about this,” Viggo told him, biting on Orlando’s neck as their naked cocks rubbed together. “Woke up hard thinking about it.”

“You don’t look like the type to have a dirty mouth,” Orlando said, his hands rubbing across the fur of Viggo’s chest as he sat up to straddle Viggo’s waist.

“Fine. I won’t tell you how I’ve touched myself, imagining your tongue on me.” Viggo’s fingers pinched at his own nipples. “I won’t bother describing how I’ve fucked myself with my fingers, pretending it was your dick.”

“You’re a slut,” Orlando moaned, fisting his cock as Viggo spoke.

“I can be. Do you like sluts, Orlando?” Viggo’s voice was low. He batted Orlando’s hands away. “None of that. You’ll come long before you’re inside me, and we can’t have that.”

“You’re evil.” Orlando bent down to kiss Viggo, his body rolling over Viggo’s. “You can choose,” Orlando panted, licking Viggo’s ear. “Do you want to be under me, or riding me?”

“Now who has the dirty mouth?” Viggo gasped, arching up to meet Orlando’s rolling body. “I want you over me.”

“Good. I like the other just as well, but the first time…I want to look down into your eyes as I fuck you.” Orlando reached for the lube, hissing as Viggo’s mouth latched onto one dark nipple. “Viggo…Christ, you’re killing me.”

“Good. Makes up for all the nights I had to sit and watch you walk around the restaurant, looking so sexy.”

Orlando sat back up, lube in hand. “You really thought that? I was always filthy, covered in food.”

“But your smile…” Viggo smiled tenderly, the mood totally changed. “You just…I don’t know. Entranced me, I think.”

“Entranced. I like that.” Orlando dipped his head down to kiss him. “Makes me sound all mysterious.”

He quickly coated his fingers and teased at Viggo’s opening. “Go slow,” Viggo asked softly. “It’s been a while.”

“We have all night,” Orlando reminded him. One slender finger slowly pushed inside. Viggo moaned, bringing his legs up so his feet were flat and his knees were bent. Soon his body was arching up to meet the second finger Orlando added. “You’re so gorgeous,” Orlando whispered.

“Fuck me, Orlando, please,” Viggo begged. “I’m ready…please…”

“I don’t know…” Orlando twisted in a third finger. “I really like hearing you beg.”

Viggo groaned. “You trying to kill an old man, here?”

“You’re definitely not old. Mature, maybe.” Orlando slowly removed his fingers, opening the condom and sliding it on. He propped himself over Viggo, one hand reaching down to guide himself inside. He bent down to suck on Viggo’s tongue as he slid in.

Viggo gasped into Orlando’s mouth, hands clenching at the sheets. Orlando held back, wanting desperately to thrust home but needing to know that Viggo could handle it. “Please,” Viggo finally whimpered, and Orlando gave in. His slender hips pistoned in and out, seeking that perfect angle to get Viggo where he needed to be. Viggo’s hands clutched at Orlando’s backside, urging him in again and again. “Feel so good…better than I thought possible…”

“My thoughts exactly,” Orlando panted. He could feel sweat forming along his spine. He was surprised that it wasn’t over already; he had dreamt of this moment for so long, he was afraid that the mere idea of it would bring him to the edge far too quickly.

Viggo wrapped one leg around Orlando, bringing him even deeper. “You…are…amazing…” Viggo murmured, kissing Orlando’s chin. Orlando’s back arched as his hips swiveled. Viggo suddenly let out what Orlando could only call a squeak as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Mmm…good…found it.” Orlando kept that rhythm, eyes widening as Viggo’s hand reached down to stroke his own cock. “Yeah, Vig, that’s it. Come for me, baby…come…”

“Orlando, Orlando…yes….” Viggo’s breathing stuttered as he came, shooting hot and white onto his stomach. Orlando thrust a few more times then came, head falling down onto Viggo’s chest. They stayed that way for a long moment, trying to catch their breath. Orlando finally slid to roll onto his back, and Viggo got out of bed. He gently slid the condom from Orlando’s wilting cock and disposed of it, then headed to the bathroom for a cloth. He cleaned them both, then tossed the cloth in the bathroom hamper. When he returned to the bedroom, Orlando was sitting up, knees curled to one side, heels by his backside. He was biting at one fingernail. “Are, uh, you okay?” Viggo asked, concerned.

“M’fine,” he answered quickly. “I should be asking you that.”

“It’s a welcome ache,” Viggo said with a smile. He pulled the covers back and slipped inside, but Orlando continued to sit up. “You’re having second thoughts,” Viggo said sadly. “I know we kinda did this in the wrong order…me baring all my secrets and then jumping right into bed, but I thought…I thought we were on the same page.”

“No, Vig, it’s not like that at all.” Orlando lay down, though he remained on top of the covers. “I don’t see it as anything bad, I just don’t want…I don’t want you to see me as the person you were trying to avoid. I’m far from wealthy, but I’m no gold digger.” Orlando shrugged. “I just want you to know that.”

“I do, Orlando.” Viggo kissed Orlando’s cheek, and Orlando was touched by the sweet gesture. “Now, like I said, I have no long-term goals here.”

“Ever the businessman,” Orlando said with a smile.

“But my agenda is this,” Viggo continued. “You’re going to get under these covers with me, because it’s late, and I’m cold just looking at you out there. Tomorrow I’m cooking you an amazing breakfast, unless you have somewhere to be.”

“Nothing I’m aware of,” Orlando said, climbing under the covers.

“Are you working this weekend?”

“We’re open until six on Christmas Eve, and then closed on Christmas, of course.”

“I want you here. After work Christmas Eve. All day on Christmas. That is, if you want to.”

Orlando gaped. “What about your family?”

“You can come with me to my mother’s, and if you feel uncomfortable with that idea, you can just bum around here until I get back. We have movies to watch, remember?”

Orlando snuggled into the crook of Viggo’s arm. “God…this…this is the best gift I could have ever gotten for Christmas.”

“Me, too, Orlando.” Viggo kissed Orlando’s forehead. “Me, too.”

THE END