Voices (2/2)
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vigorliTitle: Voices (2/2)
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smutcutter
Pairing: VigOrli
Rating: NC-17
Warning: It's got sex...(minor implied het) - and angst of course
Disclaimer: this NEVER happened.
Summary: Orli and Viggo meet at work.. ah, but what kind of work?
I want to thanktiggothy for her amazing beta work and frahulettaes for making sure I finished this story.
VOICES
by SmutCutter
“God, Orli! What the fuck!” Katie bounded out of bed, sweaty and frustrated, hands on her little hips. They had been trying for the better part of an hour to no avail. Orli could not get hard to save his life.
“I’m just....” He stammered and sat up.
“What? Tired again?” She paced the bedroom like a butterfly in a jar, arms flapping as she talked. “This is just... I just don’t get it.” She plopped on the bed. “Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? ”
Orli shook his head and lit a cigarette, a bad habit he had recently acquired. He let out a plume of smoke and contemplated a stray thread on the blanket.
“It’s not you. That much I can be sure of.” His voice was lost. She reached out for him and ran a hand through his hair. Her sigh dripped with pity.
“Orli... “ She stood and dressed quickly. “I just can’t anymore. I just can’t. Work is work, but I need someone that can fuck me at home!”
She was haphazardly grabbing things from drawers and the closet, throwing them into her overnight case. Orli sat stunned, waiting to feel heartbroken, waiting to feel anything. He had been expecting this for a month. His on screen performances had been waning and it was getting more difficult to stay hard for more than a few minutes. He still refused Viagra.
“Katie, wait..” He said, only because it’s what he thought one did say at times like these. Inside, he was beyond caring.
“Look, it’s not just here, it’s on the set too. And I am sorry, but I have a career here and I can’t have you...” She stopped, and shrugged. “Well, you know.”
Orli nodded, he did know. She zipped up her bag.
“I’ll come get the rest of my things later.. and I’ll leave my key.” Her lower lip was trembling.
“Katie?” She stopped mid step to the door.
“Yea?”
“I’m not the only reason you’re leaving, am I.” It was a statement. The rumor was that she and a new cock in town had hit it off on his first scene with her. She looked at him over her shoulder, seeming every inch her twenty years of age.
“Bye, Orli.”
And she was gone.
He was drinking from the vodka bottle by now, all pretence of a glass long gone. The smog choked air from the balcony was thick with exhaust and tar and he watched the street lights swirl in and out of focus . He made up his mind right then and there to go out. Lots more fish in the porn sea, he thought and stumbled back into the apartment.
He managed to find and pull on his dress pants - underwear be damned - and grabbed for the bottle. The glass clinked with ice and he only spilled half of the vodka while filling it, then left it behind and gripped the neck of the new bottle, tipping it back to swallow deeply, rivulets of alcohol dripping down his chest. He miscalculated the distance to the bedroom door and smacked into the doorframe.
“Owwww!” He rubbed his forehead then pressed his back to the wall and slid to the floor.
“Maybe have a party here.....” he muttered and looked around for his PDA. Since he could not focus worth a damn he began to rummage through his pockets. He pulled out one rumpled business card, made his way to the couch and dialed the phone number.
Viggo was out cold, visions of his latest project dancing in his nightmares. The sound of the phone was shrill and in his dream he yelled at someone to answer it. His eyes snapped open.
“Hello?” he mumbled, his voice full of sleep.
“Hey... this Fee-go?” Orli slurred only slightly.
“Um, who is this?” Vig yawned and lifted his head.
“Orlando. I’m having a party, want you to come over.” Viggo listened to Orli drink and sat up. The clock clicked to 3:45 am.
“Orlando, I think you might need to sleep.” Vig lit a cigarette and listened to Orli’s labored breathing.
“She’s gone. Can’t sleep.”
“Who? Katie?”
“Yea. Fee-go.. please come over - it’s gonna be a party!”
He knew he should just hang up; instead he asked for the address and grabbed his jeans. Vig walked to the television before he left, running his fingers over his Orli collection. He had fallen asleep to his latest solo scene. He noted Orlando’s hair was getting longer, his eyes glittered a little less than the first time. He often searched Orli’s skin for any needle marks and never found any. But, it was a known fact that he was having wood problems. And now Katie was gone. Something was wrong.
By the time Orli answered the door, he was sipping hot black coffee from a glass cup. Viggo stood there, a little out of breath and still confused. Orli blinked.
“I called you, didn’t I? ” Orli sounded defeated.
“Yes. You did.”
“And you are the only one who didn’t hang up on me.” Olri turned back to the kitchen. “Come on in.”
Viggo walked in and stood awkwardly in the hallway.
“Drop your coat anywhere. I’ve moved onto coffee, want some?”
“Sure.” Viggo hung up his coat on the rack by the door and stepped carefully into the kitchen. He felt like an absolute idiot and wanted nothing more than to just leave and fast.
“Cream and sugar.. or....” Orli was holding out a cup.
“Yea, everything.” Viggo stepped up and dressed his coffee while Orli huddled into himself leaning on the counter, hugging his cup for warmth. He had managed to change into sweats but still shivered.
The silence stretched forever.
“Um, look, I can go... “ It was clear Vig’s number was just one of the many Orli had called and he was the fool for actually coming over.
“No, please.” Orli touched his arm. “How about the balcony, I could use a cigarette.”
Oh god, Orli thought, it’s him – it’s that voice. I thought I was dreaming when I called him. But he is here.
Silently, they moved to the balcony. Orli folded himself into one chair chair and huddled under a blanket. Viggo was used to the cold and took a deep breath after he sat in the opposite chair. He lit a cigarette and passed the pack over to Orlando. They smoked in silence and watched the night fade.
“It’s always darkest before the dawn, ” Viggo whispered. Orli shook himself from his daydreams.
”What?” He blinked.
“Never heard of that one before?” Viggo sat back, cold coffee forgotten, new cigarette to his lips.
“No, I haven’t.” Orli looked at Viggo for the first time since he let this man into his home. The voice had a very handsome face.
“Basically, no matter how dark things seem, they will get brighter... better.” He smiled gently at Orli. “I’m not making much sense, and I thank you for being so polite, but, clearly you called out of a nasty drunk and mine was the one number who answered -”
“Exactly!” Orli interrupted. “YOU are the only one. I don’t want to start asking why, I’m just glad you’re here.” He sighed. “You’re one of those people aren’t you?”
“Excuse me?” Viggo chuckled.
“I mean, the kind that will help a stranger in a stranded car, let the person behind you with one item ahead of you in the grocery checkout line; you smile at people.”
“Yea, it’s a curse.” Vig crushed out his cigarette and prepared to light another one.
“A good one.” Orli sniffed and pulled the blanket up to his neck. The sun began to lighten the sky with grays and pinks.
“You’re shivering.” Viggo’s voice was low and Orli felt a distinct twitch in his sweats. “We should go back inside, maybe some more coffee?”
That voice, Orlando thought, just keep talking to me, please.
“Tell me a story, ” Orli whispered, his eyes sliding over to meet Viggo’s.
“What?” Vig laughed. “C’mon, even I’m getting cold.” He rubbed his hands together vigorously.
“I’m serious. We’ll go in, if you promise to tell me a story once inside.” Olri rose, blanket in tow.
“Alright, I’ll even tuck you in with milk and cookies.” Vig chuckled as he closed the glass door behind them. Orli flopped into the couch with a shudder. Viggo sat after he went to kitchen to get them both refills, he cupped his coffee in his hands to warm them, and keep them from grabbing Orlando and throwing him down and... he stopped himself before it was too late.
“Story, hm? Like, what kind of story.”
“Anything, anything at all. Just talk.”
Viggo sat back and looked out the window. The sun seemed to come up fast and already everything was bright. He ridiculously thought about the time and how long he had before he had to go into work. Then, he thought about calling in sick as he yawned huge.
“Okay, here’s one. I took my sister’s little boy to a Dodger game for his birthday not too long ago. Nicholas had just turned four .”
Orlando listened intently, his hand slipping beneath the blanket to his dick. He squeezed it gently as it hardened, that voice rolling over him like warm silk.
“As we walked in, I bought him a baseball cap, one of those small wooden bats, and a jersey. We found our seats and settled in to watch the game. Of course, a vendor came by and we had to get one of everything: peanuts, a hot dog, sodas.”
Orli listened, his cock hard. The story was endearing and he was trying not to jack off.
“So, there’s little Nick, covered in ketchup, hat too big for him, jersey more like a dress. I’ve got my arm over the back of his seat and the game is going on. Nick’s eyes are all over the place. We’re about twenty rows up or so, on the second level, and he’s watching the big Diamond Vision thing. I’m playing the uncle part to the hilt, explaining the game and so on.” Vig sipped his coffee and lit a cigarette, then settled back into the sofa. “The seventh inning stretch comes up, so we stretch. No sooner do we sit down, Nickie stands and says: “Turn the TV off, want to go ride the big bike now.” Vig laughed. “Kid had a real concept of the whole television thing and wanted me to turn off the big screen so he could go ride the new Big Wheel he had gotten for his birthday.” He laughed. “That took some explaining, I’ll tell you.”
Orli nodded and laughed lightly. He was rock hard.
“You okay? You look flushed. Didn’t catch a cold out there did ya?” Viggo leaned forward and pressed the back of his fingers to Orli’s forehead. He was hot. Orlando took a deep breath, inhaling coffee and cigarettes.
“I’m fine.” His eyes glittered, he could come at any minute.
“No, you’re not, you’re burning up.” Viggo stood. “C’mon, off to bed with you.”
“I can’t. I mean, I’m fine.” Orli looked up at this man towering over him. Dear God, he thought, I want to eat him alive. How the hell can this be? his mind screamed.
Viggo bent down, one hand on the back of the couch, almost nose to nose with Orli.
“If it’s one thing I do know, it’s colds. Don’t make me tell you the pneumonia story of 1988.” He smiled.
Suddenly, Olri leaned forward and claimed Vig’s lips in a searing kiss. Viggo jumped back, tempted to wipe his lips, but licked them instead. Molasses and salt, warm and sweet.
“Wha... um.. I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I.” Orli’s voice was hoarse. He reached up and grabbed Viggo by the front of his shirt and pulled him to the couch, latching onto him for another kiss. He slid over to straddle Vig, gripping the back of the couch. Viggo very slowly let his hands rest on Orli’s hips. He could not ignore Orli's hard cock pressed to his own.
“Um... what exactly is - “
“It’s your voice.” Orli was kissing down Viggo’s neck. Viggo’s pulse began to race as he dropped his head back.
“What?” Vig’s hands ran up Orli's back.
“Your voice. I need it. I think I need you.” Another deep kiss and tangling of tongues.
Viggo’s head spun as his senses were filled with Orlando. A fantasy come to life was crawling all over him, lips touching every exposed inch of flesh. Vig’s hands slid into the back of Orli’s sweats and gave his ass a squeeze. He inhaled sharply and wrapped his arms around Viggo’s neck.
After another searing kiss, Orli pulled his cock out and began to stroke it; with one arm locked around Viggo, he whispered breathlessly into his ear.
“Talk to me.. please... talk to me.” He unbuttoned Viggo’s jeans and stroked their dicks together. Viggo gasped and dropped his head back, panting. The moan made Orli shudder.
“I don’t know what to say.” Vig panted, his fingers explored Orli’s hole, making him shiver. Vig’s other arm was holding Orli close, his tongue licked his neck, teeth nibbling an earlobe while Orli’s hand never stopped pumping.
“Say anything - or just moan like that again.” His voice broke as he begged. Olri buried his forehead onto Vig’s shoulder, hips thrusting, fingers like claws in Vig’s hair. Viggo did moan. Loudly.
It took some courage and Viggo had to lick his lips a few times.
“Come for me, Orlando... come for me,” h e breathed with a low growl.
Orlando came with a howl, back arched, two of Vig’s fingers deep inside him, Vig’s arm wrapped tightly around his waist. With the new wetness, Orli’s hand kept up the pace until Viggo’s body went rigid and he hissed out a breath between his teeth, followed by a deep satisfied moan.
Both men sat, foreheads pressed together, still clinging to one another and trying to catch their breath.
“I’m afraid.... your shirt....” Orli licked his lips and grabbed another kiss.
“It’s okay.... it was worth it.” Viggo accepted the kiss, sliding his hand into Orli’s curls, holding the back of his head. He lifted his head and looked into Orli’s eyes. There was that glitter he had seen from the first scene he edited. A sly smile came over his lips.
“There you are.” His voice that same growl. Olri closed his eyes and smiled.
Viggo pulled Orli even closer and kissed him gently, exploring. He shifted until Orli was on his back, cradled in his arms. His hands pressed to either side of Orli’s face, he stopped to look into those eyes one more time before he dove in head first.
The kiss made them both dizzy then Viggo licked and kissed the tender spots on Orli’s neck, making him writhe under his tongue. Orli ran his hands through Viggo’s hair as he hiked up his sweatshirt, teasing his nipples with rough fingers, mouth locked to the kiss. Orli moaned loudly, back arched, cock hardening again.
Viggo’s mouth replaced his fingers, hard nipple caught in his teeth, hands slowly removing Orli's shirt, then his own. Shirtless, they held each other and returned to kissing, hands exploring, taking their time, cocks getting harder as they slid together through the fabric of their pants, Orli in sweats, Vig still in his jeans.
Slowly, Vig’s hands traveled lower, hands dipping into Orli’s waistband and cupped his hard cock. Orli broke the kiss and gasped, head thrown back. Vig wasted no time licking the exposed neck, methodically licked his way lower, pulling down Orli’s sweats and tugging them off, his dick springing free. He licked up the shaft the moment it was exposed, eyes looking up to watch every expression on Orli's face. The look was priceless.
“I’d like to apologize.” Viggo’s voice was husky.
“What for?” Orli panted.
“Well, you want me to talk - and I was taught never to talk with my mouth full.” A quick wink, eyes locked with Orli’s and he slid the hard cock deep into his throat with practiced ease. Orli’s mouth fell open and lost his breath.
“Dear... God....”
“Nope, name’s Viggo.” Viggo teased. “But if God works for you...”
Orli had thought that all he needed was Vig’s voice. Now he knew he needed much, much more. Viggo’s tongue slowly explored his cock, slick tongue flicking over the underside of the head, sucking on it hard, sliding it deep into his throat once again. Vig’s hand slid to his balls, massaging gently. Olri spread his legs wider and hooked one over the back of the couch; his hands clutched the cushions. Viggo looked up at him once more and slid a finger into his mouth, then moved the wet finger behind Orli’s balls, teasing his hole and slipping in slowly.
Orli’s body stiffened, then relaxed, hips starting to buck and begged for Vig’s mouth again. He did not disappoint and sucked Orli’s cock in earnest, sliding in a second finger. Orli's hips moved out of pure instinct, his breath came in short gasps as his world suddenly centered on the hot mouth that held him prisoner and the man attached to it.
Viggo gave his cock one last long lick then moved his tongue to Orli's balls, then behind and gave his leg a gentle shove to open even wider, his tongue dipping deep into Orli's ass.
“Oh.. Viggo.. n.. o.. yesss.” Orli’s body was on fire as Viggo’s tongue fucked him slowly and followed by tracing lazy circles around the hole. He didn’t notice when Viggo slipped a condom on himself.
He crawled back up Orli's body, licking and kissing all the way.
“Orlando, may I fuck you?” Viggo said and stared into Orli's eyes.
Orli was lost for a pithy comeback.
“Yes, please.”
Viggo smiled.
“Thank you, Orlando.” He reached down and guided his cock to press slowly inside. Orlando breathed out, willing his muscles to relax, and reached up to grip Viggo’s shoulders.
“May I fuck you hard, Orlando?” Viggo’s voice was even and dark. Orli thought he was losing his mind.
“Yes... please....” Orli had lost the power of speech.
Viggo moved in and out slowly and watched Orli carefully. A game was one thing, but he didn’t want to hurt him. He felt Orli relax and he picked up his pace, arms braced on either side of the couch, Orli’s fingers dug into his skin. Orli began to move with him and shifted his legs to rest on Vig’s shoulders.
“Do you like when I fuck you, Orlando?” Emphasis on the word ‘fuck’ made Orli cry out.
“YES!” He reached down and began to stroke himself brutally, his body not connecting with anything except the hard cock inside him and that voice rolling over him.
“Come for me,. Orlando... come for me.” He didn’t have to ask twice. Viggo had found the trigger.
Orlando practically screamed as he came, head thrown back, eyes shut tight, entire body shuddering. Viggo muffled the cry with a demanding kiss. Orli’s entire body relaxed and soon after, Viggo shivered and released deep inside him. Orli had grabbed Vig’s face and was locked to the kiss.
Vig slipped out gently, discreetly disposed of the condom and pulled the blanket over them. He shifted to lay on the couch, Orli pressed close to his chest in the small space, gathered in Viggo’s arms.
“You like when I say your name, your full name.” Vig’s voice was rough as he stated the obvious. Orli nodded and took a deep breath.
“I like when you talk at all.”
“I got that.” Vig pressed a kiss to Orli's forehead.
For a few moments, there was no world outside the apartment. No job to get to, no bills to pay, no traffic; nothing but the two of them, their bodies slick with sweat and the room filled with the sound of their soft kisses.
Neither of them heard the front door open.
Katie’s empty suitcase hit the wall before it landed with a thud on the floor.
“Oh my friggin god.” She said it very simply. Her mouth hung open, eyes wide and unbelieving. Orlando sat up like a shot, trembling, clutching the blanket.
“Katie! What.. are...” He tried to stand but tripped over the edge of the blanket and thudded back to the couch. Viggo tried to calm him, Katie held her hands up.
“Look, I don’t want to know, I can be cool about this.” She circled to the front of the couch and looked at the scene. “I just came to....” Her resolve faded and her face flushed. “Orlando! What the hell is going on!? Why?!? Why didn’t you tell me! I mean, yea, it explains things... but why didn’t you say anything to me?” Tears streamed down her reddened face and Viggo thought she looked like a little girl who had just heard the truth about Santa Claus and was pitching a fit. He said nothing. Orlando looked panic stricken.
“I just... I ... don’t know.. it’s a long story.” He leaned forward and lit a cigarette, Viggo completely forgotten .
Katie sniffed. “I thought, if anything, we were at least friends.” She stomped off to the bedroom. Orli hung his head in his hands for a moment, but when Viggo reached out to touch his back, he jumped as if scalded and dragged on his clothes. He never met Viggo’s eyes as he went to the balcony and closed the glass door behind him.
Viggo watched him lean on the railing, alternately gripping and releasing it. He had just finished putting on his jeans when Katie came in dragging her now over stuffed suitcase and several other bags on her shoulders.
“Here, let me help you.” Viggo, still shirtless, jumped up.
“Oh, thanks, Trent is…” she stopped and looked at him. “I have someone to help me. Thanks.” Her eyes were cold, Viggo felt slapped.
“I suppose I should say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” He stood his ground, hands in his jeans pockets. Katie opened her mouth to say something then snapped it closed, blinking at Vig like a curious owl.
“No, I mean yea, it’s cool.” She fussed over a few bags then began digging in the hall closet, the fight gone out of her expression. “Just a shock. I mean, I only left last night.” She giggled weakly. “Does explain quite a few things.” She dropped a dark coat over her bags, then stopped and looked at Viggo again. “Haven’t we met?”
Just then the front door pushed open and a lanky dark haired man stepped in.
“Honey, you all set? Oh..” His eyes looked at Viggo in shock. “I was.. just helping...” Viggo smiled politely.
“It’s okay. But I think it’s time for you both to go.” His voice was soft as he hustled them both out the door, bags and all. Katie turned back to him, the key held aloft, a smile on her face.
“Next.” She plopped the key in his hand. “Orli is really sensitive. Take care of him. And do tell him I am sorry... about .. everything. Oh pits.” She snuffled, wiping at a stray tear as sounds of Trent struggling under the weight of so many bags filled the hallway. “Promised myself I was not going to get all blubbery. Just tell him I am still his friend.. I’ll call him later... tell him not to hate me.. I don’t hate him.” She lifted herself on tiptoe and kissed Vig’s cheek.
Then she was gone.
Viggo looked at the key in his hand and tried to put what had just happened into perspective. He placed the key on the kitchen counter and put up a fresh pot of coffee before heading out to the balcony. He watched Orli crumple an empty pack of cigarettes and toss it angrily over the side. Viggo slid open the door, a fresh pack in his hand.
“I come in peace.” He extended the pack and Orli reached for it, once again avoiding Viggo’s eyes. Silently, he lit it and went back to gripping the railing.
“She left a key,” Viggo’s voice was soft, hopefully soothing, “and she took a mountain of clothes.” He watched Orli’s face for any flicker of recognition. He saw only a mask of cold.
“Good. Wonder how long before she starts making the phone calls.” Orli’s voice was tight, his words forced through gritted teeth.
“Phone calls?”
“To everyone. To tell them the n
ews. It’s not her... it’s me.” He looked down at his white knuckles. Viggo kept his mouth shut rather than prompting. “Don’t you see?” He finally turned to Vig, eyes a little wild. “My ‘wood’ troubles. Not her fault, she’ll be out fucking celebrating!” His voice started to rise.
“She didn’t strike me as that kind of person. In fact, she wanted me to tell you -”
“WHAT?” Orli spat. “That we’re still friends?!”
“Well, yes actually.” Viggo stood to prepare for the barrage. But the wind fell out of Orli’s sails.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. She’s going to call later. Says she understands, wants to talk if you want to talk. Says she is still your friend.”
“Oh,” was all he said, before turning back to grip the railing. Viggo tried again to touch him but the jolt of a shrugged shoulder make him recoil.
“I suppose I should get to work. But I’d rather stay here with you. I can call in -”
”No. You should go.” Orli did not look up.
“I want to see you again.” Viggo’s voice was soft and his eyes never left Orli’s.
“Yea....” Was all he said.
Orli didn’t move a muscle when he heard the front door click closed and watched Viggo drive away.
A week had passed and Orli’s voice mail had only received two messages: one from Viggo and one from Katie. He didn’t listen to them, only checked what numbers they were and deleted them. He showered and dressed and left early for the set.
The place was buzzing as usual, a hive of film making activity, but it came to halt when Orli dropped his bag in the green room.
“Orlando?” Rita, the make up person , lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes?” He smiled.
“Um.. nothing,” she busied herself fussing over her table. Orli walked to the set and was stopped by Ron.
“What’s up, champ?” He lit a cigarette, standing way too close.
“Well, am I late or something?” Orli crossed his arms.
“No. You’re not up today.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Rumors travel like brush fire during Santa Ana’s, you know that. This is a boy girl scene... she didn’t want to work with you.” He jerked a thumb to the leggy brunette tugging on a pair of lace stockings.
“Katie told you.” Orli dropped his chin to his chest.
“No. Trent did. He’s told everyone it seems. Katie never uttered a word. Trent saw a half naked man in your apartment and put two and two together. Quite a feat for a moron like him.”
Orli felt like he had been punched in the stomach and his skin suddenly prickled with cold sweat all over his body. He nodded. “That’s how it’s going to be, isn’t it? I’m done.”
“No, there are plenty of bi movies, gay movies,” Ron whispered. Orli’s head snapped up, fire in his eyes.
“No, I’m done,” he spat, “It’s not your fault. But, thanks for all you did.” Then he remembered a carefully placed hand on his ass at one time.
“You knew, didn’t you?”
Ron smirked. “Takes one to know one.” He handed him a card. “It’s my home number, if you need to ‘talk’, okay?”
Olri tried not to shudder at the gentle caress across his cheek. Without a word he turned on his heel, grabbed his things and left, tossing Ron’s card into the trash.
The elevator took forever to get back to the parking garage from the 8th floor. Orlando had picked up his final check and he was done with porn. Or porn is done with me, he thought. The thought of going back to waiting tables made his skin crawl. The elevator stopped on the fifth floor and Olri rolled his eyes. He just wanted to get home.
“Orlando?” That voice. He looked up as Viggo stepped into the car.
“Hey.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but inside he trembled. The doors closed and Viggo leaned on the back wall, fighting the urge to pull Olri into his arms.
“You get my phone call?” Viggo ventured. Orli nodded. “That’s it? Nothing more?”
Orli looked at the floor and contemplated his shoelaces. The car came to a sudden halt as Viggo hit the red stop button.
“What are you doing?” Olri asked , reaching for the button. Viggo grabbed his hand.
“Oh no you don’t. I’m going to get a straight answer out of you if it kills me.”
“Haven’t you heard? Straight is no longer in my vocabulary.” Orli responded angrily.
“So where the hell do I fit in? Fuck of the week?”
“You don’t fit in, okay?” Orli yelled and yanked at the stop button. The elevator continued its way down. Viggo stood slowly, blinked, swallowed hard and stood back.
“Fine. My mistake.” His voice nearly broke and he ran out of the elevator the moment the doors opened. Orlando lifted a hand to stop him, but let it drop. The doors closed.
Viggo entered his darkened place and dropped his coat on the floor. He was beyond caring. He had picked up the phone so many times to call and was now glad he’d not dialed .
It was obvious it had been a one time thing and now he had made a fool of himself in front of someone he thought he could really care about. Orlando had touched something deep inside which he had long denied and thought was dead. It had sparked to life under Orli’s clever fingers.
“Dear god, how pathetic do I feel right now?” he mumbled to the empty space.
Rather than lights, he lit a few candles and grabbed the stack of Orli DVD’s. He reverently took a large red candle to the coffee table and settled in front of it. One by one, he marred the surface of each dvd, rendering it unplayable. Childish, sure, he thought, but I feel better.
The ringing of the phone sounded too loud and he let the voice mail grab it. Who the hell would call at this hour anyway? A flare of hope rose and died in the same instant as he thought of the night Orlando called.
The last disk caught fire and the flame went out just as fast. Later, Viggo would find out the phone message was from Sean regarding another party.
Orli paced his apartment, chain smoking. He knew he had done the right thing about Viggo. This was just a phase, right? He’d get over this. He had to. Viggo had no idea what this would cost him, what it had already cost him. So much more than he could afford.
His computer beeped with incoming e-mail and told him his prized leather jacket had sold on eBay for a very hefty price. Good, he thought, I can make the rent one more month. His apartment was looking increasingly barren. Selling the jacket had hurt though; it had been a gift from his parents. His parents. Had it only been three years ago?
Elijah felt good in his arms and under his lips. He was home early from school and his best friend ditched with him. His parents would not be home for hours and they could roll around on Orli's bed for a long time with no interruptions. The flutter in his stomach of the danger of being caught was almost a high. Elijah broke the kiss first.
“God, I love kissing you.” He smiled like a fool, lips swollen and red.
“You crazy American... this what they all do in your backward little country?” He nipped at Lij’s nose.
“Every chance we get.” He slipped his hand into Orli’s pants and they both wished that had more time for some real fun.
“I’ll be right down luv, just want to change the bed in Orli’s room.” Orli’s mother called down to his father after she had opened the bedroom door. They were home early after all.
The stunned look on his mother’s face was something which would haunt him for a lifetime. She covered her mouth and backed out of the room, stifling a scream.
“What is it, dear?” His father came bounding up the stairs; the two boys had frozen to the spot.
“Get out of my house!!” he yelled at Lij who grabbed his schoolbag and bolted as soon as he saw an opening. “AND YOU!” The crack against his skull was unexpected and Orli saw stars. He lifted his hands to fight off the attack but his father was a burly man and knocked Orli about like a rag doll.
He lay in the dark of his room, huddled into himself, and listened to his parents. Father was yelling about his faggot son and Mother was crying . It seemed to go on for hours.
The following days were silent as the grave. Father barely looked at him, ready to take another swipe; Mother’s eyes filled with grief and tears every time she glanced at her little boy. Three days later, his mother found his room empty, clothes missing as well. She sat on his bed and cried herself to sleep.
Orli latched on to Lij long enough to hook up with some of his friends in the states and he was in America, California, Los Angeles, within six months.
He ran a hand over the jacket and remembered his mum beaming when he opened the Christmas present. He lifted the phone again and dialed.
After a few overseas rings, there was a loud click.
“Hello?” It was his mother. She sounded a little out of breath and wondered if she was just wiping her hands coming in from the kitchen. Maybe making dinner, he thought. He could see her in her simple pants and sweatshirt, some flowered creation of an apron over her, maybe smudged with flour.
“Hello, anyone there?” She huffed. “Well now if you aren’t gonna say something....” She paused; Orli bit his lip. “Orlando? Is that you, love?”
A tear rolled down his cheek and he opened his mouth to speak.
“Hang it up!” his father bellowed. Orli could hear the newspaper rustling.
“That costs money, it does!” Orli smiled to himself; his father always said that about everything. Very quietly, his mother whispered, “I love you, my baby boy.”
Click.
The enclosed glass patio of the bar adjacent to the office was empty. Happy hour had just started and no one was there yet. Viggo smoked in silence and watched the traffic go by.
“May I take your order?”
“Draft is fine.” He didn’t look up.
“Anything else?”
“No, thanks.” He finally turned his head and watched the waiter scribble on his pad. “Orlando?”
Orli jumped , eyes wide. “Fee-go! ” He smiled, then it faded. “I didn’t expect… I mean…”
“I work in the building next door.”
“Let me get your drink.” He said awkwardly and left. Viggo sat there with a knot in his stomach remembering the last angry words they had spoken. He wanted nothing more than to scoop Olri into his arms and hold onto him. Orli returned, breathless, placing the beer on the table.
“And here...” He handed over Viggo’s laundered shirt with a small smile. “I didn’t know if you wanted it back or not.”
Viggo took the shirt slowly. It had been folded to the best of Orli's ability and smelled of soap and fabric softener and Orlando’s natural scent.
“Thank you. Can you... take a break?” Viggo asked hopefully, gesturing to the other chair. Orli looked over his shoulder and bit his lip again.
“Give me one minute.” He hurried inside. Viggo felt nervous which made him laugh to himself. This was crazy, he thought. Orli returned and settled into the chair across the small table.
“May I?” He reached for Viggo’s cigarettes.
“Of course.” Viggo lit one for himself .
“It’s slow and I’ll just cover a later shift.” Orli sat back, finally looking relaxed. “Thanks, I needed this.” He lifted the cigarette and took another long drag.
“So, are we going to stay with small talk all night?” Viggo leaned forward. “Or are you going to explain a few things to me?”
Orli dropped his gaze to the table then looked back up.
“I don’t know. Even sitting here is stretch for me .”
“Exactly, but you did it.” Viggo smirked. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot though I’ve been trying not to . Can you tell me what happened?” His voice softened, “You fell off the face of the earth.”
Orli blinked. “You looked for me?” Viggo nodded. “Even after the way I treated you?”
Viggo laughed lightly. “Yea. Did you go home or something?”
Orli all but snorted. “Home? No, sorry, nothing as pathetic as crawling home with my tail between my legs. Hell, home is the whole reason all of this started!”
Without hesitation, he spilled the entire story of Elijah and his parents. He had no idea why, it just came out. Viggo never said a word through the whole story and Orlando felt cleansed as if he had gone through confession. He lit another cigarette and played with the frayed edge of the bar napkin.
“I’m sorry,” Viggo whispered, “I had no idea.” He swallowed hard and drained his beer.
“No one did. It’s not your fault - but thank you.” Orli took a deep breath. “So I figured I’d wallowed long enough, found this job and I’m going to take a stab at acting again.”
A swell of pride rose up in Viggo’s chest, centered around his heart.
“That is fantastic. I’m... proud of you. Proud for you.” A faceless waitress replaced Viggo’s beer and gave him a new ashtray. Orli simply smiled.
“I feel better, more like myself.”
“Ah, so you’re dating then, ” Viggo smirked.
Orli laughed. “With many disastrous results.” His voice dropped as he crushed out the cigarette. “None of them were you.”
Orlando opened the door and Viggo stood there, wearing the same shirt he wore last time. He smiled and stepped in and closed the door. No words were spoken as Viggo shrugged off his jacket and Orli quietly hung it up. They stood together in silence in the hallway then slowly, tentatively, Viggo stepped forward and slipped his arms around Orlando. The hug was gentle and he felt Orli’s stomach quiver, but he didn’t let go. Orlando stood there, eyes closed, arms at his sides, breathing harshly through his nose. Viggo tightened the grip slightly and inhaled Orli’s scent. After what seemed like a lifetime he felt Olri’s arms slide over him and hold on tight.
“I don’t want to wait anymore, ” Orli finally exhaled.
Viggo could not argue and they left a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom.
Viggo fell onto his back and Olri seemed to be everywhere at once. Hands, lips, and curls falling into his eyes. The scent of him made Viggo insane. He was a prisoner of Orli’s needs and simply let go. He traced a wet path down Viggo’s chest and licked the shaft of his hardening cock just to hear Viggo moan.
“Oh god... I miss that, ” Orli breathed and slid Viggo’s cock deep into his throat, tongue working fast. Viggo’s head spun and he slid his fingers into Orli's hair, looking down to watch himself fuck that beautiful mouth and prayed he was not dreaming.
“Turn around.” Viggo growled and reached out for Orli’s leg, pulling his dick closer so he could return the sucking favor. They matched each other with mouths and fingers, the room filled with moans and wet smacking noises. Viggo sucked his own fingers and slid two deep inside Orli. He stiffened at first, then pressed his ass towards Viggo eagerly. He used his hand to jack Viggo slowly as his head fell back and he groaned loudly, unable to catch his breath.
He gave Viggo’s cock one long lick then crawled up his body, claiming his lips for a long slow kiss. He moved to straddle Viggo, hand reaching for the lube and condom in the bedside table. He made a ceremony of rolling the condom over Viggo before putting some lube on his own fingers. Still kneeling over Viggo, he reached back and slid two fingers into himself, eyes closed, back arched. Viggo watched breathlessly and reached out to stroke Orli slowly.
Orli bit his lip and smiled like a naughty child. He moved up, guided Viggo’s cock to his hole and let it slide in slowly. Both men moaned loudly. Viggo kept his hand stroking Olri, his pace quickening as they did, his other hand gripped Orli’s hip and he rocked up and down, pushing Viggo in deeper and deeper. He leaned forward and placed his hands on Viggo’s chest, their eyes locked.
A bead of sweat splashed onto his cheek and Viggo smiled. Orli sat back again, one hand reaching behind to massage Viggo’s tightening balls. Orli came suddenly, his ass tightening , as did his grip on Viggo. Viggo cried out almost painfully and came hard. He sat up slowly and enfolded Orli into his arms, not wanting to pull out just yet. Sweaty and panting, they simply held each other for a long moment. Eventually, Viggo softened and slid out easily, pulling Orli to his side, kissing him languidly.
They showered without speaking, bodies slippery with soap and steam fogging the small window and mirror. They kissed and caressed each other until the hot water ran out.
Later, wrapped in bath sheets and a thick blanket, they huddled together in the summer dawn on the balcony.
“Fee-go?” Olri whispered, pressing the back of his head to Viggo’s chest.
“Yes, my poetic one?” Viggo smiled and kissed the top of his head.
“Tell me a story.” Orli smiled.
END
Author:
smutcutterPairing: VigOrli
Rating: NC-17
Warning: It's got sex...(minor implied het) - and angst of course
Disclaimer: this NEVER happened.
Summary: Orli and Viggo meet at work.. ah, but what kind of work?
I want to thank
tiggothy for her amazing beta work and frahulettaes for making sure I finished this story.VOICES
by SmutCutter
“God, Orli! What the fuck!” Katie bounded out of bed, sweaty and frustrated, hands on her little hips. They had been trying for the better part of an hour to no avail. Orli could not get hard to save his life.
“I’m just....” He stammered and sat up.
“What? Tired again?” She paced the bedroom like a butterfly in a jar, arms flapping as she talked. “This is just... I just don’t get it.” She plopped on the bed. “Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? ”
Orli shook his head and lit a cigarette, a bad habit he had recently acquired. He let out a plume of smoke and contemplated a stray thread on the blanket.
“It’s not you. That much I can be sure of.” His voice was lost. She reached out for him and ran a hand through his hair. Her sigh dripped with pity.
“Orli... “ She stood and dressed quickly. “I just can’t anymore. I just can’t. Work is work, but I need someone that can fuck me at home!”
She was haphazardly grabbing things from drawers and the closet, throwing them into her overnight case. Orli sat stunned, waiting to feel heartbroken, waiting to feel anything. He had been expecting this for a month. His on screen performances had been waning and it was getting more difficult to stay hard for more than a few minutes. He still refused Viagra.
“Katie, wait..” He said, only because it’s what he thought one did say at times like these. Inside, he was beyond caring.
“Look, it’s not just here, it’s on the set too. And I am sorry, but I have a career here and I can’t have you...” She stopped, and shrugged. “Well, you know.”
Orli nodded, he did know. She zipped up her bag.
“I’ll come get the rest of my things later.. and I’ll leave my key.” Her lower lip was trembling.
“Katie?” She stopped mid step to the door.
“Yea?”
“I’m not the only reason you’re leaving, am I.” It was a statement. The rumor was that she and a new cock in town had hit it off on his first scene with her. She looked at him over her shoulder, seeming every inch her twenty years of age.
“Bye, Orli.”
And she was gone.
He was drinking from the vodka bottle by now, all pretence of a glass long gone. The smog choked air from the balcony was thick with exhaust and tar and he watched the street lights swirl in and out of focus . He made up his mind right then and there to go out. Lots more fish in the porn sea, he thought and stumbled back into the apartment.
He managed to find and pull on his dress pants - underwear be damned - and grabbed for the bottle. The glass clinked with ice and he only spilled half of the vodka while filling it, then left it behind and gripped the neck of the new bottle, tipping it back to swallow deeply, rivulets of alcohol dripping down his chest. He miscalculated the distance to the bedroom door and smacked into the doorframe.
“Owwww!” He rubbed his forehead then pressed his back to the wall and slid to the floor.
“Maybe have a party here.....” he muttered and looked around for his PDA. Since he could not focus worth a damn he began to rummage through his pockets. He pulled out one rumpled business card, made his way to the couch and dialed the phone number.
Viggo was out cold, visions of his latest project dancing in his nightmares. The sound of the phone was shrill and in his dream he yelled at someone to answer it. His eyes snapped open.
“Hello?” he mumbled, his voice full of sleep.
“Hey... this Fee-go?” Orli slurred only slightly.
“Um, who is this?” Vig yawned and lifted his head.
“Orlando. I’m having a party, want you to come over.” Viggo listened to Orli drink and sat up. The clock clicked to 3:45 am.
“Orlando, I think you might need to sleep.” Vig lit a cigarette and listened to Orli’s labored breathing.
“She’s gone. Can’t sleep.”
“Who? Katie?”
“Yea. Fee-go.. please come over - it’s gonna be a party!”
He knew he should just hang up; instead he asked for the address and grabbed his jeans. Vig walked to the television before he left, running his fingers over his Orli collection. He had fallen asleep to his latest solo scene. He noted Orlando’s hair was getting longer, his eyes glittered a little less than the first time. He often searched Orli’s skin for any needle marks and never found any. But, it was a known fact that he was having wood problems. And now Katie was gone. Something was wrong.
By the time Orli answered the door, he was sipping hot black coffee from a glass cup. Viggo stood there, a little out of breath and still confused. Orli blinked.
“I called you, didn’t I? ” Orli sounded defeated.
“Yes. You did.”
“And you are the only one who didn’t hang up on me.” Olri turned back to the kitchen. “Come on in.”
Viggo walked in and stood awkwardly in the hallway.
“Drop your coat anywhere. I’ve moved onto coffee, want some?”
“Sure.” Viggo hung up his coat on the rack by the door and stepped carefully into the kitchen. He felt like an absolute idiot and wanted nothing more than to just leave and fast.
“Cream and sugar.. or....” Orli was holding out a cup.
“Yea, everything.” Viggo stepped up and dressed his coffee while Orli huddled into himself leaning on the counter, hugging his cup for warmth. He had managed to change into sweats but still shivered.
The silence stretched forever.
“Um, look, I can go... “ It was clear Vig’s number was just one of the many Orli had called and he was the fool for actually coming over.
“No, please.” Orli touched his arm. “How about the balcony, I could use a cigarette.”
Oh god, Orli thought, it’s him – it’s that voice. I thought I was dreaming when I called him. But he is here.
Silently, they moved to the balcony. Orli folded himself into one chair chair and huddled under a blanket. Viggo was used to the cold and took a deep breath after he sat in the opposite chair. He lit a cigarette and passed the pack over to Orlando. They smoked in silence and watched the night fade.
“It’s always darkest before the dawn, ” Viggo whispered. Orli shook himself from his daydreams.
”What?” He blinked.
“Never heard of that one before?” Viggo sat back, cold coffee forgotten, new cigarette to his lips.
“No, I haven’t.” Orli looked at Viggo for the first time since he let this man into his home. The voice had a very handsome face.
“Basically, no matter how dark things seem, they will get brighter... better.” He smiled gently at Orli. “I’m not making much sense, and I thank you for being so polite, but, clearly you called out of a nasty drunk and mine was the one number who answered -”
“Exactly!” Orli interrupted. “YOU are the only one. I don’t want to start asking why, I’m just glad you’re here.” He sighed. “You’re one of those people aren’t you?”
“Excuse me?” Viggo chuckled.
“I mean, the kind that will help a stranger in a stranded car, let the person behind you with one item ahead of you in the grocery checkout line; you smile at people.”
“Yea, it’s a curse.” Vig crushed out his cigarette and prepared to light another one.
“A good one.” Orli sniffed and pulled the blanket up to his neck. The sun began to lighten the sky with grays and pinks.
“You’re shivering.” Viggo’s voice was low and Orli felt a distinct twitch in his sweats. “We should go back inside, maybe some more coffee?”
That voice, Orlando thought, just keep talking to me, please.
“Tell me a story, ” Orli whispered, his eyes sliding over to meet Viggo’s.
“What?” Vig laughed. “C’mon, even I’m getting cold.” He rubbed his hands together vigorously.
“I’m serious. We’ll go in, if you promise to tell me a story once inside.” Olri rose, blanket in tow.
“Alright, I’ll even tuck you in with milk and cookies.” Vig chuckled as he closed the glass door behind them. Orli flopped into the couch with a shudder. Viggo sat after he went to kitchen to get them both refills, he cupped his coffee in his hands to warm them, and keep them from grabbing Orlando and throwing him down and... he stopped himself before it was too late.
“Story, hm? Like, what kind of story.”
“Anything, anything at all. Just talk.”
Viggo sat back and looked out the window. The sun seemed to come up fast and already everything was bright. He ridiculously thought about the time and how long he had before he had to go into work. Then, he thought about calling in sick as he yawned huge.
“Okay, here’s one. I took my sister’s little boy to a Dodger game for his birthday not too long ago. Nicholas had just turned four .”
Orlando listened intently, his hand slipping beneath the blanket to his dick. He squeezed it gently as it hardened, that voice rolling over him like warm silk.
“As we walked in, I bought him a baseball cap, one of those small wooden bats, and a jersey. We found our seats and settled in to watch the game. Of course, a vendor came by and we had to get one of everything: peanuts, a hot dog, sodas.”
Orli listened, his cock hard. The story was endearing and he was trying not to jack off.
“So, there’s little Nick, covered in ketchup, hat too big for him, jersey more like a dress. I’ve got my arm over the back of his seat and the game is going on. Nick’s eyes are all over the place. We’re about twenty rows up or so, on the second level, and he’s watching the big Diamond Vision thing. I’m playing the uncle part to the hilt, explaining the game and so on.” Vig sipped his coffee and lit a cigarette, then settled back into the sofa. “The seventh inning stretch comes up, so we stretch. No sooner do we sit down, Nickie stands and says: “Turn the TV off, want to go ride the big bike now.” Vig laughed. “Kid had a real concept of the whole television thing and wanted me to turn off the big screen so he could go ride the new Big Wheel he had gotten for his birthday.” He laughed. “That took some explaining, I’ll tell you.”
Orli nodded and laughed lightly. He was rock hard.
“You okay? You look flushed. Didn’t catch a cold out there did ya?” Viggo leaned forward and pressed the back of his fingers to Orli’s forehead. He was hot. Orlando took a deep breath, inhaling coffee and cigarettes.
“I’m fine.” His eyes glittered, he could come at any minute.
“No, you’re not, you’re burning up.” Viggo stood. “C’mon, off to bed with you.”
“I can’t. I mean, I’m fine.” Orli looked up at this man towering over him. Dear God, he thought, I want to eat him alive. How the hell can this be? his mind screamed.
Viggo bent down, one hand on the back of the couch, almost nose to nose with Orli.
“If it’s one thing I do know, it’s colds. Don’t make me tell you the pneumonia story of 1988.” He smiled.
Suddenly, Olri leaned forward and claimed Vig’s lips in a searing kiss. Viggo jumped back, tempted to wipe his lips, but licked them instead. Molasses and salt, warm and sweet.
“Wha... um.. I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I.” Orli’s voice was hoarse. He reached up and grabbed Viggo by the front of his shirt and pulled him to the couch, latching onto him for another kiss. He slid over to straddle Vig, gripping the back of the couch. Viggo very slowly let his hands rest on Orli’s hips. He could not ignore Orli's hard cock pressed to his own.
“Um... what exactly is - “
“It’s your voice.” Orli was kissing down Viggo’s neck. Viggo’s pulse began to race as he dropped his head back.
“What?” Vig’s hands ran up Orli's back.
“Your voice. I need it. I think I need you.” Another deep kiss and tangling of tongues.
Viggo’s head spun as his senses were filled with Orlando. A fantasy come to life was crawling all over him, lips touching every exposed inch of flesh. Vig’s hands slid into the back of Orli’s sweats and gave his ass a squeeze. He inhaled sharply and wrapped his arms around Viggo’s neck.
After another searing kiss, Orli pulled his cock out and began to stroke it; with one arm locked around Viggo, he whispered breathlessly into his ear.
“Talk to me.. please... talk to me.” He unbuttoned Viggo’s jeans and stroked their dicks together. Viggo gasped and dropped his head back, panting. The moan made Orli shudder.
“I don’t know what to say.” Vig panted, his fingers explored Orli’s hole, making him shiver. Vig’s other arm was holding Orli close, his tongue licked his neck, teeth nibbling an earlobe while Orli’s hand never stopped pumping.
“Say anything - or just moan like that again.” His voice broke as he begged. Olri buried his forehead onto Vig’s shoulder, hips thrusting, fingers like claws in Vig’s hair. Viggo did moan. Loudly.
It took some courage and Viggo had to lick his lips a few times.
“Come for me, Orlando... come for me,” h e breathed with a low growl.
Orlando came with a howl, back arched, two of Vig’s fingers deep inside him, Vig’s arm wrapped tightly around his waist. With the new wetness, Orli’s hand kept up the pace until Viggo’s body went rigid and he hissed out a breath between his teeth, followed by a deep satisfied moan.
Both men sat, foreheads pressed together, still clinging to one another and trying to catch their breath.
“I’m afraid.... your shirt....” Orli licked his lips and grabbed another kiss.
“It’s okay.... it was worth it.” Viggo accepted the kiss, sliding his hand into Orli’s curls, holding the back of his head. He lifted his head and looked into Orli’s eyes. There was that glitter he had seen from the first scene he edited. A sly smile came over his lips.
“There you are.” His voice that same growl. Olri closed his eyes and smiled.
Viggo pulled Orli even closer and kissed him gently, exploring. He shifted until Orli was on his back, cradled in his arms. His hands pressed to either side of Orli’s face, he stopped to look into those eyes one more time before he dove in head first.
The kiss made them both dizzy then Viggo licked and kissed the tender spots on Orli’s neck, making him writhe under his tongue. Orli ran his hands through Viggo’s hair as he hiked up his sweatshirt, teasing his nipples with rough fingers, mouth locked to the kiss. Orli moaned loudly, back arched, cock hardening again.
Viggo’s mouth replaced his fingers, hard nipple caught in his teeth, hands slowly removing Orli's shirt, then his own. Shirtless, they held each other and returned to kissing, hands exploring, taking their time, cocks getting harder as they slid together through the fabric of their pants, Orli in sweats, Vig still in his jeans.
Slowly, Vig’s hands traveled lower, hands dipping into Orli’s waistband and cupped his hard cock. Orli broke the kiss and gasped, head thrown back. Vig wasted no time licking the exposed neck, methodically licked his way lower, pulling down Orli’s sweats and tugging them off, his dick springing free. He licked up the shaft the moment it was exposed, eyes looking up to watch every expression on Orli's face. The look was priceless.
“I’d like to apologize.” Viggo’s voice was husky.
“What for?” Orli panted.
“Well, you want me to talk - and I was taught never to talk with my mouth full.” A quick wink, eyes locked with Orli’s and he slid the hard cock deep into his throat with practiced ease. Orli’s mouth fell open and lost his breath.
“Dear... God....”
“Nope, name’s Viggo.” Viggo teased. “But if God works for you...”
Orli had thought that all he needed was Vig’s voice. Now he knew he needed much, much more. Viggo’s tongue slowly explored his cock, slick tongue flicking over the underside of the head, sucking on it hard, sliding it deep into his throat once again. Vig’s hand slid to his balls, massaging gently. Olri spread his legs wider and hooked one over the back of the couch; his hands clutched the cushions. Viggo looked up at him once more and slid a finger into his mouth, then moved the wet finger behind Orli’s balls, teasing his hole and slipping in slowly.
Orli’s body stiffened, then relaxed, hips starting to buck and begged for Vig’s mouth again. He did not disappoint and sucked Orli’s cock in earnest, sliding in a second finger. Orli's hips moved out of pure instinct, his breath came in short gasps as his world suddenly centered on the hot mouth that held him prisoner and the man attached to it.
Viggo gave his cock one last long lick then moved his tongue to Orli's balls, then behind and gave his leg a gentle shove to open even wider, his tongue dipping deep into Orli's ass.
“Oh.. Viggo.. n.. o.. yesss.” Orli’s body was on fire as Viggo’s tongue fucked him slowly and followed by tracing lazy circles around the hole. He didn’t notice when Viggo slipped a condom on himself.
He crawled back up Orli's body, licking and kissing all the way.
“Orlando, may I fuck you?” Viggo said and stared into Orli's eyes.
Orli was lost for a pithy comeback.
“Yes, please.”
Viggo smiled.
“Thank you, Orlando.” He reached down and guided his cock to press slowly inside. Orlando breathed out, willing his muscles to relax, and reached up to grip Viggo’s shoulders.
“May I fuck you hard, Orlando?” Viggo’s voice was even and dark. Orli thought he was losing his mind.
“Yes... please....” Orli had lost the power of speech.
Viggo moved in and out slowly and watched Orli carefully. A game was one thing, but he didn’t want to hurt him. He felt Orli relax and he picked up his pace, arms braced on either side of the couch, Orli’s fingers dug into his skin. Orli began to move with him and shifted his legs to rest on Vig’s shoulders.
“Do you like when I fuck you, Orlando?” Emphasis on the word ‘fuck’ made Orli cry out.
“YES!” He reached down and began to stroke himself brutally, his body not connecting with anything except the hard cock inside him and that voice rolling over him.
“Come for me,. Orlando... come for me.” He didn’t have to ask twice. Viggo had found the trigger.
Orlando practically screamed as he came, head thrown back, eyes shut tight, entire body shuddering. Viggo muffled the cry with a demanding kiss. Orli’s entire body relaxed and soon after, Viggo shivered and released deep inside him. Orli had grabbed Vig’s face and was locked to the kiss.
Vig slipped out gently, discreetly disposed of the condom and pulled the blanket over them. He shifted to lay on the couch, Orli pressed close to his chest in the small space, gathered in Viggo’s arms.
“You like when I say your name, your full name.” Vig’s voice was rough as he stated the obvious. Orli nodded and took a deep breath.
“I like when you talk at all.”
“I got that.” Vig pressed a kiss to Orli's forehead.
For a few moments, there was no world outside the apartment. No job to get to, no bills to pay, no traffic; nothing but the two of them, their bodies slick with sweat and the room filled with the sound of their soft kisses.
Neither of them heard the front door open.
Katie’s empty suitcase hit the wall before it landed with a thud on the floor.
“Oh my friggin god.” She said it very simply. Her mouth hung open, eyes wide and unbelieving. Orlando sat up like a shot, trembling, clutching the blanket.
“Katie! What.. are...” He tried to stand but tripped over the edge of the blanket and thudded back to the couch. Viggo tried to calm him, Katie held her hands up.
“Look, I don’t want to know, I can be cool about this.” She circled to the front of the couch and looked at the scene. “I just came to....” Her resolve faded and her face flushed. “Orlando! What the hell is going on!? Why?!? Why didn’t you tell me! I mean, yea, it explains things... but why didn’t you say anything to me?” Tears streamed down her reddened face and Viggo thought she looked like a little girl who had just heard the truth about Santa Claus and was pitching a fit. He said nothing. Orlando looked panic stricken.
“I just... I ... don’t know.. it’s a long story.” He leaned forward and lit a cigarette, Viggo completely forgotten .
Katie sniffed. “I thought, if anything, we were at least friends.” She stomped off to the bedroom. Orli hung his head in his hands for a moment, but when Viggo reached out to touch his back, he jumped as if scalded and dragged on his clothes. He never met Viggo’s eyes as he went to the balcony and closed the glass door behind him.
Viggo watched him lean on the railing, alternately gripping and releasing it. He had just finished putting on his jeans when Katie came in dragging her now over stuffed suitcase and several other bags on her shoulders.
“Here, let me help you.” Viggo, still shirtless, jumped up.
“Oh, thanks, Trent is…” she stopped and looked at him. “I have someone to help me. Thanks.” Her eyes were cold, Viggo felt slapped.
“I suppose I should say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” He stood his ground, hands in his jeans pockets. Katie opened her mouth to say something then snapped it closed, blinking at Vig like a curious owl.
“No, I mean yea, it’s cool.” She fussed over a few bags then began digging in the hall closet, the fight gone out of her expression. “Just a shock. I mean, I only left last night.” She giggled weakly. “Does explain quite a few things.” She dropped a dark coat over her bags, then stopped and looked at Viggo again. “Haven’t we met?”
Just then the front door pushed open and a lanky dark haired man stepped in.
“Honey, you all set? Oh..” His eyes looked at Viggo in shock. “I was.. just helping...” Viggo smiled politely.
“It’s okay. But I think it’s time for you both to go.” His voice was soft as he hustled them both out the door, bags and all. Katie turned back to him, the key held aloft, a smile on her face.
“Next.” She plopped the key in his hand. “Orli is really sensitive. Take care of him. And do tell him I am sorry... about .. everything. Oh pits.” She snuffled, wiping at a stray tear as sounds of Trent struggling under the weight of so many bags filled the hallway. “Promised myself I was not going to get all blubbery. Just tell him I am still his friend.. I’ll call him later... tell him not to hate me.. I don’t hate him.” She lifted herself on tiptoe and kissed Vig’s cheek.
Then she was gone.
Viggo looked at the key in his hand and tried to put what had just happened into perspective. He placed the key on the kitchen counter and put up a fresh pot of coffee before heading out to the balcony. He watched Orli crumple an empty pack of cigarettes and toss it angrily over the side. Viggo slid open the door, a fresh pack in his hand.
“I come in peace.” He extended the pack and Orli reached for it, once again avoiding Viggo’s eyes. Silently, he lit it and went back to gripping the railing.
“She left a key,” Viggo’s voice was soft, hopefully soothing, “and she took a mountain of clothes.” He watched Orli’s face for any flicker of recognition. He saw only a mask of cold.
“Good. Wonder how long before she starts making the phone calls.” Orli’s voice was tight, his words forced through gritted teeth.
“Phone calls?”
“To everyone. To tell them the n
ews. It’s not her... it’s me.” He looked down at his white knuckles. Viggo kept his mouth shut rather than prompting. “Don’t you see?” He finally turned to Vig, eyes a little wild. “My ‘wood’ troubles. Not her fault, she’ll be out fucking celebrating!” His voice started to rise.
“She didn’t strike me as that kind of person. In fact, she wanted me to tell you -”
“WHAT?” Orli spat. “That we’re still friends?!”
“Well, yes actually.” Viggo stood to prepare for the barrage. But the wind fell out of Orli’s sails.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. She’s going to call later. Says she understands, wants to talk if you want to talk. Says she is still your friend.”
“Oh,” was all he said, before turning back to grip the railing. Viggo tried again to touch him but the jolt of a shrugged shoulder make him recoil.
“I suppose I should get to work. But I’d rather stay here with you. I can call in -”
”No. You should go.” Orli did not look up.
“I want to see you again.” Viggo’s voice was soft and his eyes never left Orli’s.
“Yea....” Was all he said.
Orli didn’t move a muscle when he heard the front door click closed and watched Viggo drive away.
A week had passed and Orli’s voice mail had only received two messages: one from Viggo and one from Katie. He didn’t listen to them, only checked what numbers they were and deleted them. He showered and dressed and left early for the set.
The place was buzzing as usual, a hive of film making activity, but it came to halt when Orli dropped his bag in the green room.
“Orlando?” Rita, the make up person , lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes?” He smiled.
“Um.. nothing,” she busied herself fussing over her table. Orli walked to the set and was stopped by Ron.
“What’s up, champ?” He lit a cigarette, standing way too close.
“Well, am I late or something?” Orli crossed his arms.
“No. You’re not up today.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Rumors travel like brush fire during Santa Ana’s, you know that. This is a boy girl scene... she didn’t want to work with you.” He jerked a thumb to the leggy brunette tugging on a pair of lace stockings.
“Katie told you.” Orli dropped his chin to his chest.
“No. Trent did. He’s told everyone it seems. Katie never uttered a word. Trent saw a half naked man in your apartment and put two and two together. Quite a feat for a moron like him.”
Orli felt like he had been punched in the stomach and his skin suddenly prickled with cold sweat all over his body. He nodded. “That’s how it’s going to be, isn’t it? I’m done.”
“No, there are plenty of bi movies, gay movies,” Ron whispered. Orli’s head snapped up, fire in his eyes.
“No, I’m done,” he spat, “It’s not your fault. But, thanks for all you did.” Then he remembered a carefully placed hand on his ass at one time.
“You knew, didn’t you?”
Ron smirked. “Takes one to know one.” He handed him a card. “It’s my home number, if you need to ‘talk’, okay?”
Olri tried not to shudder at the gentle caress across his cheek. Without a word he turned on his heel, grabbed his things and left, tossing Ron’s card into the trash.
The elevator took forever to get back to the parking garage from the 8th floor. Orlando had picked up his final check and he was done with porn. Or porn is done with me, he thought. The thought of going back to waiting tables made his skin crawl. The elevator stopped on the fifth floor and Olri rolled his eyes. He just wanted to get home.
“Orlando?” That voice. He looked up as Viggo stepped into the car.
“Hey.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but inside he trembled. The doors closed and Viggo leaned on the back wall, fighting the urge to pull Olri into his arms.
“You get my phone call?” Viggo ventured. Orli nodded. “That’s it? Nothing more?”
Orli looked at the floor and contemplated his shoelaces. The car came to a sudden halt as Viggo hit the red stop button.
“What are you doing?” Olri asked , reaching for the button. Viggo grabbed his hand.
“Oh no you don’t. I’m going to get a straight answer out of you if it kills me.”
“Haven’t you heard? Straight is no longer in my vocabulary.” Orli responded angrily.
“So where the hell do I fit in? Fuck of the week?”
“You don’t fit in, okay?” Orli yelled and yanked at the stop button. The elevator continued its way down. Viggo stood slowly, blinked, swallowed hard and stood back.
“Fine. My mistake.” His voice nearly broke and he ran out of the elevator the moment the doors opened. Orlando lifted a hand to stop him, but let it drop. The doors closed.
Viggo entered his darkened place and dropped his coat on the floor. He was beyond caring. He had picked up the phone so many times to call and was now glad he’d not dialed .
It was obvious it had been a one time thing and now he had made a fool of himself in front of someone he thought he could really care about. Orlando had touched something deep inside which he had long denied and thought was dead. It had sparked to life under Orli’s clever fingers.
“Dear god, how pathetic do I feel right now?” he mumbled to the empty space.
Rather than lights, he lit a few candles and grabbed the stack of Orli DVD’s. He reverently took a large red candle to the coffee table and settled in front of it. One by one, he marred the surface of each dvd, rendering it unplayable. Childish, sure, he thought, but I feel better.
The ringing of the phone sounded too loud and he let the voice mail grab it. Who the hell would call at this hour anyway? A flare of hope rose and died in the same instant as he thought of the night Orlando called.
The last disk caught fire and the flame went out just as fast. Later, Viggo would find out the phone message was from Sean regarding another party.
Orli paced his apartment, chain smoking. He knew he had done the right thing about Viggo. This was just a phase, right? He’d get over this. He had to. Viggo had no idea what this would cost him, what it had already cost him. So much more than he could afford.
His computer beeped with incoming e-mail and told him his prized leather jacket had sold on eBay for a very hefty price. Good, he thought, I can make the rent one more month. His apartment was looking increasingly barren. Selling the jacket had hurt though; it had been a gift from his parents. His parents. Had it only been three years ago?
Elijah felt good in his arms and under his lips. He was home early from school and his best friend ditched with him. His parents would not be home for hours and they could roll around on Orli's bed for a long time with no interruptions. The flutter in his stomach of the danger of being caught was almost a high. Elijah broke the kiss first.
“God, I love kissing you.” He smiled like a fool, lips swollen and red.
“You crazy American... this what they all do in your backward little country?” He nipped at Lij’s nose.
“Every chance we get.” He slipped his hand into Orli’s pants and they both wished that had more time for some real fun.
“I’ll be right down luv, just want to change the bed in Orli’s room.” Orli’s mother called down to his father after she had opened the bedroom door. They were home early after all.
The stunned look on his mother’s face was something which would haunt him for a lifetime. She covered her mouth and backed out of the room, stifling a scream.
“What is it, dear?” His father came bounding up the stairs; the two boys had frozen to the spot.
“Get out of my house!!” he yelled at Lij who grabbed his schoolbag and bolted as soon as he saw an opening. “AND YOU!” The crack against his skull was unexpected and Orli saw stars. He lifted his hands to fight off the attack but his father was a burly man and knocked Orli about like a rag doll.
He lay in the dark of his room, huddled into himself, and listened to his parents. Father was yelling about his faggot son and Mother was crying . It seemed to go on for hours.
The following days were silent as the grave. Father barely looked at him, ready to take another swipe; Mother’s eyes filled with grief and tears every time she glanced at her little boy. Three days later, his mother found his room empty, clothes missing as well. She sat on his bed and cried herself to sleep.
Orli latched on to Lij long enough to hook up with some of his friends in the states and he was in America, California, Los Angeles, within six months.
He ran a hand over the jacket and remembered his mum beaming when he opened the Christmas present. He lifted the phone again and dialed.
After a few overseas rings, there was a loud click.
“Hello?” It was his mother. She sounded a little out of breath and wondered if she was just wiping her hands coming in from the kitchen. Maybe making dinner, he thought. He could see her in her simple pants and sweatshirt, some flowered creation of an apron over her, maybe smudged with flour.
“Hello, anyone there?” She huffed. “Well now if you aren’t gonna say something....” She paused; Orli bit his lip. “Orlando? Is that you, love?”
A tear rolled down his cheek and he opened his mouth to speak.
“Hang it up!” his father bellowed. Orli could hear the newspaper rustling.
“That costs money, it does!” Orli smiled to himself; his father always said that about everything. Very quietly, his mother whispered, “I love you, my baby boy.”
Click.
The enclosed glass patio of the bar adjacent to the office was empty. Happy hour had just started and no one was there yet. Viggo smoked in silence and watched the traffic go by.
“May I take your order?”
“Draft is fine.” He didn’t look up.
“Anything else?”
“No, thanks.” He finally turned his head and watched the waiter scribble on his pad. “Orlando?”
Orli jumped , eyes wide. “Fee-go! ” He smiled, then it faded. “I didn’t expect… I mean…”
“I work in the building next door.”
“Let me get your drink.” He said awkwardly and left. Viggo sat there with a knot in his stomach remembering the last angry words they had spoken. He wanted nothing more than to scoop Olri into his arms and hold onto him. Orli returned, breathless, placing the beer on the table.
“And here...” He handed over Viggo’s laundered shirt with a small smile. “I didn’t know if you wanted it back or not.”
Viggo took the shirt slowly. It had been folded to the best of Orli's ability and smelled of soap and fabric softener and Orlando’s natural scent.
“Thank you. Can you... take a break?” Viggo asked hopefully, gesturing to the other chair. Orli looked over his shoulder and bit his lip again.
“Give me one minute.” He hurried inside. Viggo felt nervous which made him laugh to himself. This was crazy, he thought. Orli returned and settled into the chair across the small table.
“May I?” He reached for Viggo’s cigarettes.
“Of course.” Viggo lit one for himself .
“It’s slow and I’ll just cover a later shift.” Orli sat back, finally looking relaxed. “Thanks, I needed this.” He lifted the cigarette and took another long drag.
“So, are we going to stay with small talk all night?” Viggo leaned forward. “Or are you going to explain a few things to me?”
Orli dropped his gaze to the table then looked back up.
“I don’t know. Even sitting here is stretch for me .”
“Exactly, but you did it.” Viggo smirked. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot though I’ve been trying not to . Can you tell me what happened?” His voice softened, “You fell off the face of the earth.”
Orli blinked. “You looked for me?” Viggo nodded. “Even after the way I treated you?”
Viggo laughed lightly. “Yea. Did you go home or something?”
Orli all but snorted. “Home? No, sorry, nothing as pathetic as crawling home with my tail between my legs. Hell, home is the whole reason all of this started!”
Without hesitation, he spilled the entire story of Elijah and his parents. He had no idea why, it just came out. Viggo never said a word through the whole story and Orlando felt cleansed as if he had gone through confession. He lit another cigarette and played with the frayed edge of the bar napkin.
“I’m sorry,” Viggo whispered, “I had no idea.” He swallowed hard and drained his beer.
“No one did. It’s not your fault - but thank you.” Orli took a deep breath. “So I figured I’d wallowed long enough, found this job and I’m going to take a stab at acting again.”
A swell of pride rose up in Viggo’s chest, centered around his heart.
“That is fantastic. I’m... proud of you. Proud for you.” A faceless waitress replaced Viggo’s beer and gave him a new ashtray. Orli simply smiled.
“I feel better, more like myself.”
“Ah, so you’re dating then, ” Viggo smirked.
Orli laughed. “With many disastrous results.” His voice dropped as he crushed out the cigarette. “None of them were you.”
Orlando opened the door and Viggo stood there, wearing the same shirt he wore last time. He smiled and stepped in and closed the door. No words were spoken as Viggo shrugged off his jacket and Orli quietly hung it up. They stood together in silence in the hallway then slowly, tentatively, Viggo stepped forward and slipped his arms around Orlando. The hug was gentle and he felt Orli’s stomach quiver, but he didn’t let go. Orlando stood there, eyes closed, arms at his sides, breathing harshly through his nose. Viggo tightened the grip slightly and inhaled Orli’s scent. After what seemed like a lifetime he felt Olri’s arms slide over him and hold on tight.
“I don’t want to wait anymore, ” Orli finally exhaled.
Viggo could not argue and they left a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom.
Viggo fell onto his back and Olri seemed to be everywhere at once. Hands, lips, and curls falling into his eyes. The scent of him made Viggo insane. He was a prisoner of Orli’s needs and simply let go. He traced a wet path down Viggo’s chest and licked the shaft of his hardening cock just to hear Viggo moan.
“Oh god... I miss that, ” Orli breathed and slid Viggo’s cock deep into his throat, tongue working fast. Viggo’s head spun and he slid his fingers into Orli's hair, looking down to watch himself fuck that beautiful mouth and prayed he was not dreaming.
“Turn around.” Viggo growled and reached out for Orli’s leg, pulling his dick closer so he could return the sucking favor. They matched each other with mouths and fingers, the room filled with moans and wet smacking noises. Viggo sucked his own fingers and slid two deep inside Orli. He stiffened at first, then pressed his ass towards Viggo eagerly. He used his hand to jack Viggo slowly as his head fell back and he groaned loudly, unable to catch his breath.
He gave Viggo’s cock one long lick then crawled up his body, claiming his lips for a long slow kiss. He moved to straddle Viggo, hand reaching for the lube and condom in the bedside table. He made a ceremony of rolling the condom over Viggo before putting some lube on his own fingers. Still kneeling over Viggo, he reached back and slid two fingers into himself, eyes closed, back arched. Viggo watched breathlessly and reached out to stroke Orli slowly.
Orli bit his lip and smiled like a naughty child. He moved up, guided Viggo’s cock to his hole and let it slide in slowly. Both men moaned loudly. Viggo kept his hand stroking Olri, his pace quickening as they did, his other hand gripped Orli’s hip and he rocked up and down, pushing Viggo in deeper and deeper. He leaned forward and placed his hands on Viggo’s chest, their eyes locked.
A bead of sweat splashed onto his cheek and Viggo smiled. Orli sat back again, one hand reaching behind to massage Viggo’s tightening balls. Orli came suddenly, his ass tightening , as did his grip on Viggo. Viggo cried out almost painfully and came hard. He sat up slowly and enfolded Orli into his arms, not wanting to pull out just yet. Sweaty and panting, they simply held each other for a long moment. Eventually, Viggo softened and slid out easily, pulling Orli to his side, kissing him languidly.
They showered without speaking, bodies slippery with soap and steam fogging the small window and mirror. They kissed and caressed each other until the hot water ran out.
Later, wrapped in bath sheets and a thick blanket, they huddled together in the summer dawn on the balcony.
“Fee-go?” Olri whispered, pressing the back of his head to Viggo’s chest.
“Yes, my poetic one?” Viggo smiled and kissed the top of his head.
“Tell me a story.” Orli smiled.
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Date: 2006-01-31 03:30 pm (UTC)So happy you liked it!
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Date: 2006-02-01 11:10 am (UTC)I liked this story a lot :)
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Date: 2006-02-01 09:29 pm (UTC)I posted a comment on the first part, also.
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Date: 2006-02-02 04:26 am (UTC)Well, I am a new writer and this was my second VigOrli.. so... I have things to learn! Thanks for the comments - they are VERY much appreciated!
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Date: 2006-02-03 01:05 am (UTC)I really enjoyed it
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