Fic: Comfortable

[halliekat.livejournal.com]

Title: Comfortable

Author: HallieKat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: Sort of a sequel to Sticky. Another pointless story courtesy of workday boredom. My goal is to someday write something with an actual plot. Someday.
Dislcaimer: Never happened. Dammit.
A/N: I blame this on, err ... I mean, I dedicate this to everyone who left me such wonderful feedback for Sticky, thank you so much! Now see what you've made me do?




Viggo snuffled sleepily into his pillow, trying to keep the harsh sunlight from slipping between his tightly closed eyelids. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and was now attempting to ignore the fact that it was past time to get up.


The bedroom door creaked open just moments before he felt the bed dip. He moaned in protest as a warm body crawled up the bed and then settled down against his back.


"Up, sleepy," the silky voice poured in through his ear, nearly melting the few functioning brain cells.


Despite his morning erection which was trapped between his lower abs and the bed, Viggo protested. "Don' wanna wake up," he mumbled into the pillow. "'M comfortable."


Warm breath ruffled his hair gently as Orlando chuckled. Moving only long enough to pull back the covers, he ignored Vig's whined objection. Laying back down on his lover's naked body, he settled so that his hard length nestled snuggly against Viggo's ass. "I never said you had to move. You can just stay right there and I'll do all the work, sweetheart."


With that said, he leaned to the side and ran his fingers between the soft, inviting globes beneath him. Thankful that he had lubed his fingers on his way down the hall, Orlando was able to sink two fingers in, delving deeply and wringing a strangled moan from the man beneath him.


Knowing from long experience how little foreplay Viggo needed in the morning, Orli didn’t waste much time. Once he was certain that the passage was stretched enough, he adjusted himself and then hissed in pleasure as he sank into the tight sucking heat of his lover’s body. Beneath him, the pillow was now muffling pants and moans as Viggo adjusted to Orli’s invasion.


After Viggo had relaxed enough to allow movement, Orlando quickly began a steady, forceful rhythm, the tight clasp on his cock making his eyes lose their focus and his breathing become strained. Not content to let Orlando have complete control, Viggo began meeting the strong thrusts, pushing his body back to welcome every sharp burst of pleasure as his prostrate was stroked mercilessly.


“I told you,” Orlando gasped, then nipped Viggo on the back of the neck playfully. “You can just lie there and … oh, god … enjoy it.”


Viggo snorted, then moaned as the pace increased, Orlando now moving at what he thought the Brit would describe as a ‘brisk pace.’ “Orlando. I love you very, very much. Now shut up and fuck me.”


Shuddering at the heated command in his lover’s voice, Orlando obeyed, pulling back each time only to slam forward sharply, each drive forcing hoarse grunts and other sounds of encouragement from Viggo’s parted lips.


When Viggo started to slide his hand down to grasp his twitching cock, Orlando stopped him with one hand and used the other to turn Viggo’s head to the side, capturing the other man’s lips with his own and plundering his mouth with his tongue. Deprived of manual stimulation, Viggo had to content himself with letting his rigid and dripping flesh rub against the dampened sheets with each thrust. Each time, the movement made his eyelids flutter, and he sucked voraciously at Orli’s tongue, causing him to pound faster.


Orlando came first, his body bucking and jerking unsteadily into Viggo as he spilled himself deep inside the pulsing passage. The hot splash deep inside his own body and the accompanying gasps and swear words from his lover sent Viggo into completion quickly after.


“See,” Orlando panted, after recovering enough to withdraw his softened flesh, “you didn’t really have to move. You can just go back to sleep now.” He squealed as Viggo suddenly rose, knocking the young man off his back and onto the bed.


“Right,” Viggo replied, rolling his eyes. “I can just go back to sleep, on top of bed sheets that are now wet and sticky.” He glared at the other man as a thought occurred to him. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you, just to make me get up?”


Orlando tried to look repentant, batting his eyelashes. “Of course I didn’t! But since you’re up, could you make me an omelet?” His eyes widened and he squealed again as he leapt to his feet and out the door, Viggo hot on his heels.
~~~~~The End~~~~~

Comments

[tati.livejournal.com]

yay! we made you write more! *g* yummy smut, exactly what i needed now (or everyday for that matter :P ) was melting with hotness and then the omelet comment made me laugh :D

[halliekat.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments! What day couldn't use a little - or a lot - of random V/O smut.

And yes, this was all your fault. Though you don't seem too bothered by that...

[tati.livejournal.com]

*feigns innocent look* *fails miserably*
so what DID happen when Viggo caught Orli? *sits back and grabs some popcorn with a smirk*

[halliekat.livejournal.com]

Ah, you will have to wait and see. Unfortunately, I was out of town all weekend, I just got home so I haven't had a chance to write anything. :( Real life sucks...