Fic: Sticky

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Title: Sticky 1/1

Author: HallieKat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: It's been a while since I've written anything. Was this supposed to have a plot?
Disclaimer: As far as I know, this never happened. However, I have been wrong before.
Beta: None, all mistakes belong solely to me.
A/N: I dedicate this to everyone who has posted their stories on the original Viggorli LJ, the new Vigorli LJ, and the Vigorleancult LJ. I have been lurking and enjoying the fics for a while now. I figured it was time I contributed something and since I was bored at work today... It's not much but it's mine. Also, sorry, I don't know how to do that cool linking thing where you link to the user or the community and it shows up with the icon and everything. I am still learning how to post stuff. Does anyone actually read these author's notes anyway?


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Orlando’s fingers twitched softly against his cheek; as he woke, his eyelashes fluttered gently but remained closed. Even without opening them, he knew it was dark still. The heavy silence that envelops a house in the middle of the night was disturbed only by the breath of the man draped over him and the quiet shush of fabric rubbing against fabric. Orlando was lying on his back in bed with one of Viggo’s legs between his. Viggo was making small thrusting motions, humping jerkily against Orli’s hip, and his soft panting breaths warmed and moistened Orli’s neck.

As Viggo continued his bump and grind, Orlando registered the hot, heavy fullness in his own groin, the front of his boxers already damp. Each movement from his lover made the thigh between his legs rub deliciously against him. The boxers he wore were no barrier and every thrust made Orli’s toes tingle. Pulling back to look Viggo in the face, he started to make some snarky comment about dirty old men and molestation, but stopped in surprise when it became obvious that Viggo was asleep.

Just as Orlando was trying to decide whether or not to wake Sleeping Horny, Viggo groaned, his pace quickening. “Oh, fuck, Orlando,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep. “Feels … so good …”

Orlando eyes slid closed, the heated words, stimulating tone, and the increased pressure wiping out any thoughts of interrupting his pleasure long enough to wake Viggo. Unfortunately, his own gasps and clutching fingers were enough to bring Viggo out of his pleasant dream.

When Viggo became aware of what he had been doing in his sleep, his first impulse was to pull away, an embarrassed apology on his lips. “Oh, God, Orlando-”

Hard fingers digging in to his hips stopped him from getting too far. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Orlando muttered through clenched teeth. As Viggo settled his weight back on top of Orlando, he heard the other man moan, panting, “So close … so fucking close … please, don’t stop.”

With his erection once more pressed against the firmness of Orlando’s body, Viggo couldn’t stop the involuntary thrusts as he once again started moving, driving them both insane with the scorching friction. By now, they were so close that it was only a matter of minutes before Orlando stiffened, toes curling as his hips jerked, the warm fluid soaking through his boxers and into the leg of Viggo’s pajama pants.

Hearing his lover’s gasps and feeling the dampness that was soaking through to his skin, Viggo closed his eyes, blood thrumming in his ears as he thrust once … twice … then a third time before the pressure that had built up in his balls exploded, his body shuddering wildly on top of Orlando, and the insides of his eyelids flared white and then faded to red, then back to black. When he could move again, he pulled back and looked down at the flushed face of Orlando, who lay still beneath him, eyes closed, replete with pleasure. “Are you alright?” he asked his young lover, smoothing the damp curls away with his still-trembling hand.

“No,” Orlando murmured softly. “You made me all sticky.”

Viggo frowned with mock concern, humming apologetically. “Let me see what I can do about that.” He slipped down beneath the covers, discarding the soggy boxers.

Orlando smiled as he felt Viggo’s tongue begin cleaning his already stiffening flesh. “I don’t think I’m going to get much sleep tonight,” he muttered happily.

~~~~~The End.~~~~~

Comments

[queen-mean-jean.livejournal.com]

Very nicely done!!!! One of my very favorite things in the world is sleep mussy men... the second is horny sleep mussy men...Lovely fic!!!
I always read the authors notes also!!!

[halliekat.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I am so glad people actually read this and liked it. Very encouraging!

One of my very favorite things in the world is sleep mussy men

The entire time I was reading it, I was thinking how nice it would be to wake up like this - with either Viggo or Orli - or both...

Thanks again!