Silver Mistletoe 5/?
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vigorliTitle- Silver Mistletoe (5/?)
Author- Elvishlady09
Rating- NC-17
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namarie120 please remember that any mistakes are completely my own and in no way her fault.
Summery: An old tradition puts Orlando and Viggo in an awkward position.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I wish I did because they’d be in a relationship if they did. But I don’t even know these guys so I’m not going to even pretend I do.
A.N.- *GASP* I have put out another chapter in less than a month! *giggles* While on the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashy_retreat we all wrote almost all weekend, and I was able to get another part out. Hurray for the slashy_retreat! I hope you all enjoy!
Previous Chapters- Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four
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Orlando leaned into the kiss as Viggo sought entry to his mouth by running the tip of his tongue along the crease of Orlando’s lips. Giving it willingly, he moaned as Viggo began to invade his mouth. When he and Johnny had been filming Pirates, and he had heard the word ‘plunder’, he had always thought of Viggo’s kisses. He was glad that hadn’t changed.
Viggo pulled away from Orlando for a moment to look at the magnificent creature that lay beside him. He knew it was a dream, that somehow, the nightmare that he always seemed to have had turned into something beautiful, he just hoped that he wouldn’t wake up before it ended.
Orlando pulled Viggo back down to him and kissed him again. “Don’t think,” he murmured against the pliable skin of Viggo’s lips. “Don’t think. You’ll make me think and ruin it.”
Viggo nodded his consent and Orlando tilted his head to grasp a bit of silky skin from Viggo’s neck in his teeth. Viggo gasped at the sensation of familiar teeth scraping over his skin and tilted his neck to get more. Smiling ever so slightly, Orlando indulged his lover and gathered more of the flesh only to suck on it, causing a mark that would be hard to cover in the morning.
Viggo arched into his lover and grabbed for Orlando’s head. “Please…. Please,” he muttered. Orlando smiled and placed his hands on the waistband of Viggo’s sleep pants, hesitating a few moments before Viggo grabbed him by the shoulders flipped him over onto his back.
“I don’t want to think. Just feel,” Viggo said as he dipped his head down and sucked on a nipple through Orlando’s t-shirt. A breath caught in Orlando’s chest as he arched up into the hot mouth that bled through the shirt.
Viggo slid a hand up under the shirt, his palm caressing Orlando’s side, and raked his nails over the other nipple. Releasing the nipple from his mouth, he pushed the shirt the rest of the way up and attached himself back onto the coin shaped piece of soft tissue. Orlando sat up suddenly and yanked off the t-shirt and then reached for Viggo’s pants again, trying to grasp a breath of air that wouldn’t seem to fill his lungs.
Viggo smirked as he smacked the hands away and returned to his worship of Orlando’s chest. His hands seemed to mold themselves to his lover’s skin as they slid down and past the top of the sleep pants and caressed the creamy, smooth insides of Orlando’s thighs. He tortured his lover as he switched from one side of his chest to the other and stroked each side of his groin, avoiding his rapidly growing erection. Orlando tilted his hips up closer to Viggo, silently pleading with the man to give him what he wanted, what he had wanted for so many years yet was denied access.
Viggo smirked against Orlando’s nipple and indulged him by taking one hand off his thigh and running it ever so slightly over the enlarged shaft, his nails catching at the tip of his head, causing Orlando to gasp and buck against him.
Viggo… P- please…. Stop TEASING!” Orlando shouted, as he yanked Viggo’s head up forcefully to make him look him in the eyes. Passion and desire seemed to flow in Orlando’s eyes mixed with something else that Viggo wasn’t sure if he wanted - or dared - to identify. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he quickly grasped Orlando’s lips with his own, pouring everything that he wanted to tell him into that single kiss. He knew that this wouldn’t last, it hadn’t before. Orlando may have matured and grown into a stronger person while they had been apart, but he was an old dog, and long ago had ceased to have the ability to learn new tricks.
Orlando leaned into the kiss, pushing his hips up so he could have more contact with Viggo’s hand, which had stopped tracing over his cock and fully gripped it. He realized that Viggo was probably not in his right mind, and even though they had been dancing around this for the last three months, he wanted it more than ever, wanting as much as Viggo could give him. He knew that this was only supposed to be a temporary thing, but if he could he would make this as permanent as possible. He loved this, the artist’s teasing, his considerate nature, and his ever giving heart.
As Viggo got rid his pants, Orlando brought his own previously idle hands to the waistband of the artist’s sleep pants, purposefully yanking them down so he would be forced to take them off. Viggo glared at Orlando for a moment before wrenched them off and finishing with the sleep pants still caught on one of Orlando’s legs. Pulling them down, Viggo’s lips followed and delved into the curls that hid beneath the covering. As he teased Orlando’s cock and groin, Viggo noticed that Orlando became more and more desperate, his hands gripping his hair tightly. His tongue flicked out to caress Orlando’s balls, drawing them into his mouth one at a time, Orlando’s gasps and moans filling the room.
“Careful, angel,” Viggo said against Orlando’s thigh, giving it a quick kiss and looking up at Orlando’s face, which returned the glance at the man between his legs with a confused expression. “Sean and Karl are both down stairs, and could probably hear us at any moment if we’re not quiet. Do you think you can do that?” he asked, as Orlando clamped his lips shut and struggled to keep quiet.
Viggo gave a small laugh before going back to his action of driving Orlando mad with his mouth.
After a few minutes of sweet torture, Orlando had had enough. Pulling Viggo’s head up and to his own face, Orlando managed to grind out. “Fuck. Me. NOW.”
He leaned over to the night table for the condoms and lube that he kept there just in case, not that he had used them in three years, but just in case. After pressing them into Viggo’s hand, he rolled over on his knees, exposing his ass to the other man.
Viggo stared at the vision before him and tried his hardest to not groan. He dropped the lube and condom, reached over and petted the firm globes of flesh in front of him, pausing to brush over the crease a few times until Orlando was a boneless mass of moaning man.
“G…God damn it! Fuck me! Please!” Orlando yelled, not even caring that there were two men down stairs that could easily hear him.
Leaning down, Viggo parted the crease and licked the exposed opening. Gasping, Orlando pushed back to get more of Viggo’s tongue.
Viggo delved into the opening as far as he could before taking his tongue out and shoving it back in. Orlando’s knees trembled at trying to hold him up. Seeing this, Viggo relinquished his actions with a final swipe of his tongue and leaned forward, placing his one of his hands on Orlando’s hips to steady the man, while he picked up the lube.
He covered three fingers with the slippery substance before rubbing one finger around Orlando’s hole to slicken it, then entered the digit to the second knuckle.
Orlando began to immediately push back on him, silently begging for more. Viggo indulged him and added a second finger, scissoring them after a moment or two, marveling at how tight Orlando was.
Orlando felt the stretch of Viggo’s fingers, but didn’t care about it. Viggo knew his body well and was dragging those fingers against his prostate over and over, driving him insane. He wanted Viggo in him right then.
“Viggo!” he whined. “Please!”
Viggo added one more finger to the others as he bent over Orlando’s back and brought his lips to his ear. “I know you want me, but I want to make sure I don’t hurt you. Please just wait a few moments longer and I swear, you’ll have what you want.”
Finally deciding that Orlando was ready, Viggo pulled his fingers out and flipped Orlando over, wanting to see the look on Orlando’s face when he came. He put on the condom, and after adding a liberal amount of lube, Viggo placed his cock at Orlando’s entrance and pressed.
With the careful preparation that Viggo made sure Orlando had, his dick slid in easily, yet Orlando gripped him tightly at the same time, causing Viggo to gasp breathlessly.
Easing in and out slowly at first, wanting to make this last to make up for the years that they had been apart, Viggo gasped as Orlando shoved up harder on him, seeking more friction.
“Shit! Viggo! Fuck me right!” Orlando hissed as he tried to get more of the other man inside of him as Viggo’s cock caressed his prostate. Viggo sped his thrusts, causing grateful whimpers from Orlando.
Orlando could feel his climax coming quickly and took himself in his hand to help it along, when Viggo swatted his hand away and began to stroke him in time to his thrusts.
Orlando began to come, spurting his passion all over himself and Viggo’s chest as he gave a strangled yell. He tightened insanely around Viggo causing Viggo to come himself, sobbing his completion into Orlando’s neck.
Both of them shaking from the impact of their climaxes, Viggo looked at Orlando, their eyes meeting, and an unspoken link passed between them. They both knew that no matter what happened, they would have this.
*
Viggo and Orlando entered the large room hand in hand, a look of utter devotion on each of their faces. Sean and Karl, who had seen them at home, were stunned at the complete transformation of both of their friends. It seemed that they had changed over the span of three minutes from the loving but shy couple outside to the two who stood in front of complete strangers and acted as if they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Sean smiled as the two shared a private moment, Orlando whispering something into Viggo’s ear as Viggo smirked. He knew that Viggo and Orlando still loved each other, and had the distinct impression that the two of them had returned to their relationship, but was worried that they had not addressed the reasons they had separated in the first place. He turned to his husband and asked him to join him in getting some fresh air, smiling wolfishly. Desire flared in Karl’s eyes as he saw the grin and followed him out of the room, pressed tightly against the side of his partner.
As Orlando and Viggo moved about the room, they both saw their two friends leave in a rush. Sharing a smirk of knowledge, they returned to greeting the people around them warmly.
Several people came up to Viggo and Orlando, giving their congratulations to the two for their ‘engagement’ and to Viggo for such a successful show. Annie Leibowitz lingered for a moment and Viggo could tell that she wanted to say something.
“Ms. Leibowitz, how nice to see that you could make it today,” Viggo said as he smiled at the photographer.
“Thank you. I just wanted to congratulate you on such a beautiful exhibit. I hear that you are auctioning all of these pieces off in LA, is that correct?” Annie Leibowitz said, smiling in return.
“Yes. The exhibit will tour Europe for the next few months and then will return to Los Angeles for the auction, which all proceeds from will go to charity.”
“Oh how lovely!” she exclaimed. “You must be doing that together then.”
The two of them looked at each other, not even realizing that they had in fact both engaged in the same business.
Viggo laughed and shook his head. “No, we hadn’t started it together, but that does give me a good idea for doing something together.”
Annie clapped her hands together in delight. “Well, I am glad to be of help! But I have a request. I saw the painting of the red, black, and orange form, and I absolutely adore it. I would like to have it, I am willing to pay quite a bit for it if you don’t mind.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Viggo said, thanks and modesty filling his voice. “I would love you to have the painting. If you call Melinda in the morning to make the arrangements, I will tell her to have your name put on the piece.”
“Of course. Thank you and I wanted to tell you that the two of you look beautiful together. I don’t know why you waited so long to tell the world about yourselves. Anyone who sees you can see you are both obviously in love with each other.”
Orlando looked at his lover and leaned into his shoulder smiling gently. “Thank you so much.”
“You know, people haven’t seen you but in the photos that the paparazzi have gotten of the two of you. I would be honored to do a shoot of the two of you, free of charge.”
“We would love it if you could do the shoot. We were thinking of getting something like that done soon,” Orlando said, glancing at Viggo who gave him a sharp glance before relaxing about the situation, making a note to discuss it with Orlando later.
“That would be lovely. Make sure that you call me, you hear?” Annie said as she made to leave the couple and mingle some more.
“Absolutely,” Viggo swore, and she walked away, a satisfied smile on her face. As soon as she was gone, Viggo guided Orlando to a quiet corner in the back of the room. “What was that all about?” he demanded. Orlando looked at him sternly.
“Lower your voice, you’ll attract attention that we don’t want,” he shushed before relaxing and looking calmly at Viggo. “This isn’t the place to talk about this, but I took an initiative. I think that people would like to see more than just the pictures in the press from ‘people’ and ‘the star’. If people see that we aren’t just keeping to ourselves, that now we’re open to them, they will be more receptive if we take this further.”
“Orlando. That is circular logic,” Viggo hissed.
“That may be, but you have to admit that it would work,” Orlando said as he gave him a hard look.
“Fine, but before you take an initiative again, will you please discuss it with me first?”
“Fine,” Orlando said, feeling a bit childish to leave it there. He kissed Viggo to let him know that he wasn’t mad at him, just wished that he would learn to trust him and what he had to say.
“Come on, Elf Boy, we had better go mingle before someone takes a picture of us and it looks like we’re fighting,” Viggo said, frustration lacing his voice as he gave Orlando a kiss on the cheek and took his hand again.
“What ever you say, Dirty Human,” Orlando answered. He clasped Viggo’s hand in his own, wanting to enjoy this now, since he knew they would probably have an argument later.
*
Sean came back in the room, Karl following close behind, and immediately looked around for Viggo and Orlando. He and Karl had been snuggled up out on a dark corner of the balcony, trying to get inside of Karl’s skin, when a couple came out side, and immediately started talking about Viggo and Orlando and how they were in the other room having a fight in front of everyone. Giving horrified looks to each other, they both rushed for the door to try and salvage this if necessary.
Karl was the one who spotted them first, and with a nudge to Sean, started over toward their friends. They both spotted the slight difference in the way they stood that only they would notice - Orlando with his body tilting slightly away from Viggo, as if he was were afraid that Viggo might explode at any moment, and Viggo with a stiffer arm than usual. Something had happened. He knew it. Going over to the two, Karl at his side with his hand clasped firmly in his lover’s, Sean placed his other hand on Viggo’s shoulder trying to comfort him. Viggo stiffened for a moment before turning to see who it was.
“Hey, you two!” Sean said cheerfully, trying to get his old friend to relax. Orlando smiled brightly at him, and leaned closer to Viggo, obviously relaxing now that the cavalry was there. “Hey, Orlando, I know that the two of you are joined at the hip, but can I borrow Viggo for a minute? I promise not to defile him,” he joked.
“You had better not,” Orlando responded. “I have plans later.” The four of them laughed, Viggo’s more clipped than usual, and Sean grabbed Viggo by the arm and pulled him away.
“Are you two ok?” Karl asked as Orlando watched after them for a few moments.
“Come on. I could use a drink,” Orlando said as he headed towards the now quiet bar. After ordering a drink, Orlando turned to Karl and sighed. “I think I messed up. You would think with much more experience than I had in New Zealand and the end of our relationship, I would learn that I shouldn’t open my mouth before I think about it.”
“I’m sure that’s not a problem, Orlando. What happened?”
“We were talking to Annie Leibowitz and she said something about photographing the both of us, for us and the pubic. Well. in my mind it sounded like a good idea. I mean, we’ve been out in the public eye for nearly three months now, and I thought that some press would be a good thing. So I agreed. I told her that we would get in touch, and Viggo freaked.”
“Orlando, he’s just worried. I think he thinks that it would be a bad idea, and would have rather have discussed this before committing to something like that. I don’t think that he has a problem with it.”
“I don’t care Karl, the point is, is that this may work between us… and once again I have messed it up, I always mess it up. I fell in love, and he didn’t. Now I don’t know about how, but there is still that attraction. I want to fix this.” Orlando lamented.
“Ok, that’s enough. I don’t care what you say, you haven’t messed this up. You simply took a lead that you didn’t when the both of you were together. He’s going to have to get used to that, Orlando. You picked directions you were going when you were dating concerning your life, but you made them with a lot of Viggo’s input. You make hard decisions everyday now, without his input. You’re more self assured. He needs to understand that you can make those choices. And if he can’t understand that, then this arrangement is going to end a whole lot faster than the both of you were planning. Now, I’ll admit that since you both broke up you have become VERY independent and while that’s a good thing, you need to talk to him about stuff like this, not just in conversation using some kind of code or something,” Karl lectured, a glare covering his features.
Orlando simply nodded for a few moments, taking in what Karl had just said. “You’re right… You’re right. I should be a little more inquisitive about what Viggo thinks,” Orlando muttered.
“Good, now I think you and Viggo have a party to get back to, and I would like my husband back,” Karl groused good-naturedly as they both started laughing and walked back across the room.
*
Sean dragged Viggo out to a quiet part of the balcony before demanding what was going on.
“Why are you and Orlando so stiff? Karl and I heard two people say that the two of you had a fight!”
Viggo’s jaw tightened and he ground out, “He didn’t even consult me, Sean… we were talking to Annie Leibowitz and she said she wanted to do a shoot of us, and I don’t have a problem with it, but he just immediately said yes with out even looking at me, and when he did, it was for confirmation!”
Sean looked at Viggo for a moment, a blank look covering his face, very tempted to strike his friend upside the head. Knowing his friend for so long helped when it came to figuring out Viggo’s thought process.
Shaking his head, he asked the obvious question. “Viggo, I’m sorry, but I have to ask… which are you more upset about - the fact that Orlando didn’t consult you, or the fact that he made a decision like this without the advice you usually give? When you were together, he came to you when he needed help on a decision. He’s grown up, Viggo. He’s lasted without you for some years now. It probably is second nature now that he didn’t even think about it. I agree that he should have at least consulted you a little, but you flew off the handle, Vig. You are the one who messed up. I hate to say it but when the two of you were together you were a martinet. But I mean, for that time in Orlando’s life, that was a good thing. He’s just changed now.”
Viggo glared at Sean for a moment before realizing that he was right and sighing. He hated when Sean was right. It usually meant that he had been an ass and needed to do something about it. “You’re right. I guess I’m still waiting for that young klutzy man to walk in and trip over his feet, instead of the business man who has taken his place. I always thought that movies would be where he would always be… and he did for a while, and still does on occasion, but the firm just takes up a lot of his time and energy. I don’t see how he does that.”
“It’s all the energy he does have. He found something that he loves just as much as acting. It’s his nature, Viggo,” Sean explained. “Now, go find him and for goodness sake, make up with him.”
Viggo nodded and pulled away, turning to go back inside just in time to see Orlando entering the balcony. The young man looked around for a few moments before seeing Viggo and Sean standing by themselves. He came over and looked at Sean for a moment.
“Sean, can you give us a few minutes please?” he asked, smiling slightly at his friend.
“Of course,” Sean said as he gripped Viggo’s shoulder to give him strength and walked back inside.
Orlando looked out at the city off the edge of the balcony, marveling at the many lights that shone in the night air, showing the life that inhabited the city. “I wanted to apologize. I should have spoken to you before I told Annie that we would do the shoot. I just thought that people should see us as us, instead of the spin people think of us as. I didn’t think of asking you, because I thought it would be ok with you. I’m sorry.”
“I should apologize as well,” Viggo said sheepishly. “There was more to it than just you accepting her offer… you’ve just grown up more than I had thought.”
“Then how about we do it this way, if I promise to make sure I ask your opinion on things like this, will you promise to trust my judgment and try and see things the way I see them?” Orlando asked, turning to face Viggo for the first time, watching his blue eyes dance worriedly, contrasting against his blank face.
Viggo looked at him for a second before nodding his consent. “Agreed. I know we have both changed since we separated. I need to trust you more”.
Orlando smiled and gave Viggo a firm kiss on the lips and cupped his cheek. “Come on lover, we need to get back to your opening.”
Viggo smiled in return, warmth filling him as he saw Orlando smile at him like he used to when they were lovers, and led the way back into the gallery.
*
Orlando and Viggo walked into the house at two in the morning, Sean and Karl trailing a little behind. After wishing each other good night, Orlando and Viggo climbed the stairs to Orlando’s bedroom. Orlando pulled his coat and tie off as he stepped into the room, and went over the closet to put them away. Viggo began loosening his own tie and top two buttons leaving them open.
Watching Orlando begin to undo the buttons on his shirt, Viggo stepped over and clasped the young man’s hands in his own, leaning down to kiss each hand and then the space where the button was covering the smooth chest. Working his way down the rest of his chest, unbuttoning as he went, Viggo teased Orlando, his tongue tasting the young man’s skin. Orlando placed a hand around Viggo’s shoulders to steady himself and to press Viggo as close as possible.
Sliding the shirt from Orlando’s arms, Viggo made a silent prayer of thanks and a promise that if he could, he would make this work, and he wouldn’t mess it up.
Still worshiping Orlando’s upper body, Viggo guided his lover to the bed. Laying him on it gently, Viggo’s hand touched the top of his trousers, questioning whether he should continue or not. Orlando caught Viggo’s eyes and smiled at him. Moving the hand that was still settled on Viggo’s shoulders up to the back of his head, he brought Viggo’s head up and to his lips.
As Viggo divested him of his pants, Orlando knew he never wanted to lose this again. He wanted Viggo back in his life and would do anything in his power to keep him there.
Author- Elvishlady09
Rating- NC-17
Beta-
namarie120 please remember that any mistakes are completely my own and in no way her fault.Summery: An old tradition puts Orlando and Viggo in an awkward position.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I wish I did because they’d be in a relationship if they did. But I don’t even know these guys so I’m not going to even pretend I do.
A.N.- *GASP* I have put out another chapter in less than a month! *giggles* While on the
slashy_retreat we all wrote almost all weekend, and I was able to get another part out. Hurray for the slashy_retreat! I hope you all enjoy!Previous Chapters- Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four
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Orlando leaned into the kiss as Viggo sought entry to his mouth by running the tip of his tongue along the crease of Orlando’s lips. Giving it willingly, he moaned as Viggo began to invade his mouth. When he and Johnny had been filming Pirates, and he had heard the word ‘plunder’, he had always thought of Viggo’s kisses. He was glad that hadn’t changed.
Viggo pulled away from Orlando for a moment to look at the magnificent creature that lay beside him. He knew it was a dream, that somehow, the nightmare that he always seemed to have had turned into something beautiful, he just hoped that he wouldn’t wake up before it ended.
Orlando pulled Viggo back down to him and kissed him again. “Don’t think,” he murmured against the pliable skin of Viggo’s lips. “Don’t think. You’ll make me think and ruin it.”
Viggo nodded his consent and Orlando tilted his head to grasp a bit of silky skin from Viggo’s neck in his teeth. Viggo gasped at the sensation of familiar teeth scraping over his skin and tilted his neck to get more. Smiling ever so slightly, Orlando indulged his lover and gathered more of the flesh only to suck on it, causing a mark that would be hard to cover in the morning.
Viggo arched into his lover and grabbed for Orlando’s head. “Please…. Please,” he muttered. Orlando smiled and placed his hands on the waistband of Viggo’s sleep pants, hesitating a few moments before Viggo grabbed him by the shoulders flipped him over onto his back.
“I don’t want to think. Just feel,” Viggo said as he dipped his head down and sucked on a nipple through Orlando’s t-shirt. A breath caught in Orlando’s chest as he arched up into the hot mouth that bled through the shirt.
Viggo slid a hand up under the shirt, his palm caressing Orlando’s side, and raked his nails over the other nipple. Releasing the nipple from his mouth, he pushed the shirt the rest of the way up and attached himself back onto the coin shaped piece of soft tissue. Orlando sat up suddenly and yanked off the t-shirt and then reached for Viggo’s pants again, trying to grasp a breath of air that wouldn’t seem to fill his lungs.
Viggo smirked as he smacked the hands away and returned to his worship of Orlando’s chest. His hands seemed to mold themselves to his lover’s skin as they slid down and past the top of the sleep pants and caressed the creamy, smooth insides of Orlando’s thighs. He tortured his lover as he switched from one side of his chest to the other and stroked each side of his groin, avoiding his rapidly growing erection. Orlando tilted his hips up closer to Viggo, silently pleading with the man to give him what he wanted, what he had wanted for so many years yet was denied access.
Viggo smirked against Orlando’s nipple and indulged him by taking one hand off his thigh and running it ever so slightly over the enlarged shaft, his nails catching at the tip of his head, causing Orlando to gasp and buck against him.
Viggo… P- please…. Stop TEASING!” Orlando shouted, as he yanked Viggo’s head up forcefully to make him look him in the eyes. Passion and desire seemed to flow in Orlando’s eyes mixed with something else that Viggo wasn’t sure if he wanted - or dared - to identify. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he quickly grasped Orlando’s lips with his own, pouring everything that he wanted to tell him into that single kiss. He knew that this wouldn’t last, it hadn’t before. Orlando may have matured and grown into a stronger person while they had been apart, but he was an old dog, and long ago had ceased to have the ability to learn new tricks.
Orlando leaned into the kiss, pushing his hips up so he could have more contact with Viggo’s hand, which had stopped tracing over his cock and fully gripped it. He realized that Viggo was probably not in his right mind, and even though they had been dancing around this for the last three months, he wanted it more than ever, wanting as much as Viggo could give him. He knew that this was only supposed to be a temporary thing, but if he could he would make this as permanent as possible. He loved this, the artist’s teasing, his considerate nature, and his ever giving heart.
As Viggo got rid his pants, Orlando brought his own previously idle hands to the waistband of the artist’s sleep pants, purposefully yanking them down so he would be forced to take them off. Viggo glared at Orlando for a moment before wrenched them off and finishing with the sleep pants still caught on one of Orlando’s legs. Pulling them down, Viggo’s lips followed and delved into the curls that hid beneath the covering. As he teased Orlando’s cock and groin, Viggo noticed that Orlando became more and more desperate, his hands gripping his hair tightly. His tongue flicked out to caress Orlando’s balls, drawing them into his mouth one at a time, Orlando’s gasps and moans filling the room.
“Careful, angel,” Viggo said against Orlando’s thigh, giving it a quick kiss and looking up at Orlando’s face, which returned the glance at the man between his legs with a confused expression. “Sean and Karl are both down stairs, and could probably hear us at any moment if we’re not quiet. Do you think you can do that?” he asked, as Orlando clamped his lips shut and struggled to keep quiet.
Viggo gave a small laugh before going back to his action of driving Orlando mad with his mouth.
After a few minutes of sweet torture, Orlando had had enough. Pulling Viggo’s head up and to his own face, Orlando managed to grind out. “Fuck. Me. NOW.”
He leaned over to the night table for the condoms and lube that he kept there just in case, not that he had used them in three years, but just in case. After pressing them into Viggo’s hand, he rolled over on his knees, exposing his ass to the other man.
Viggo stared at the vision before him and tried his hardest to not groan. He dropped the lube and condom, reached over and petted the firm globes of flesh in front of him, pausing to brush over the crease a few times until Orlando was a boneless mass of moaning man.
“G…God damn it! Fuck me! Please!” Orlando yelled, not even caring that there were two men down stairs that could easily hear him.
Leaning down, Viggo parted the crease and licked the exposed opening. Gasping, Orlando pushed back to get more of Viggo’s tongue.
Viggo delved into the opening as far as he could before taking his tongue out and shoving it back in. Orlando’s knees trembled at trying to hold him up. Seeing this, Viggo relinquished his actions with a final swipe of his tongue and leaned forward, placing his one of his hands on Orlando’s hips to steady the man, while he picked up the lube.
He covered three fingers with the slippery substance before rubbing one finger around Orlando’s hole to slicken it, then entered the digit to the second knuckle.
Orlando began to immediately push back on him, silently begging for more. Viggo indulged him and added a second finger, scissoring them after a moment or two, marveling at how tight Orlando was.
Orlando felt the stretch of Viggo’s fingers, but didn’t care about it. Viggo knew his body well and was dragging those fingers against his prostate over and over, driving him insane. He wanted Viggo in him right then.
“Viggo!” he whined. “Please!”
Viggo added one more finger to the others as he bent over Orlando’s back and brought his lips to his ear. “I know you want me, but I want to make sure I don’t hurt you. Please just wait a few moments longer and I swear, you’ll have what you want.”
Finally deciding that Orlando was ready, Viggo pulled his fingers out and flipped Orlando over, wanting to see the look on Orlando’s face when he came. He put on the condom, and after adding a liberal amount of lube, Viggo placed his cock at Orlando’s entrance and pressed.
With the careful preparation that Viggo made sure Orlando had, his dick slid in easily, yet Orlando gripped him tightly at the same time, causing Viggo to gasp breathlessly.
Easing in and out slowly at first, wanting to make this last to make up for the years that they had been apart, Viggo gasped as Orlando shoved up harder on him, seeking more friction.
“Shit! Viggo! Fuck me right!” Orlando hissed as he tried to get more of the other man inside of him as Viggo’s cock caressed his prostate. Viggo sped his thrusts, causing grateful whimpers from Orlando.
Orlando could feel his climax coming quickly and took himself in his hand to help it along, when Viggo swatted his hand away and began to stroke him in time to his thrusts.
Orlando began to come, spurting his passion all over himself and Viggo’s chest as he gave a strangled yell. He tightened insanely around Viggo causing Viggo to come himself, sobbing his completion into Orlando’s neck.
Both of them shaking from the impact of their climaxes, Viggo looked at Orlando, their eyes meeting, and an unspoken link passed between them. They both knew that no matter what happened, they would have this.
*
Viggo and Orlando entered the large room hand in hand, a look of utter devotion on each of their faces. Sean and Karl, who had seen them at home, were stunned at the complete transformation of both of their friends. It seemed that they had changed over the span of three minutes from the loving but shy couple outside to the two who stood in front of complete strangers and acted as if they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Sean smiled as the two shared a private moment, Orlando whispering something into Viggo’s ear as Viggo smirked. He knew that Viggo and Orlando still loved each other, and had the distinct impression that the two of them had returned to their relationship, but was worried that they had not addressed the reasons they had separated in the first place. He turned to his husband and asked him to join him in getting some fresh air, smiling wolfishly. Desire flared in Karl’s eyes as he saw the grin and followed him out of the room, pressed tightly against the side of his partner.
As Orlando and Viggo moved about the room, they both saw their two friends leave in a rush. Sharing a smirk of knowledge, they returned to greeting the people around them warmly.
Several people came up to Viggo and Orlando, giving their congratulations to the two for their ‘engagement’ and to Viggo for such a successful show. Annie Leibowitz lingered for a moment and Viggo could tell that she wanted to say something.
“Ms. Leibowitz, how nice to see that you could make it today,” Viggo said as he smiled at the photographer.
“Thank you. I just wanted to congratulate you on such a beautiful exhibit. I hear that you are auctioning all of these pieces off in LA, is that correct?” Annie Leibowitz said, smiling in return.
“Yes. The exhibit will tour Europe for the next few months and then will return to Los Angeles for the auction, which all proceeds from will go to charity.”
“Oh how lovely!” she exclaimed. “You must be doing that together then.”
The two of them looked at each other, not even realizing that they had in fact both engaged in the same business.
Viggo laughed and shook his head. “No, we hadn’t started it together, but that does give me a good idea for doing something together.”
Annie clapped her hands together in delight. “Well, I am glad to be of help! But I have a request. I saw the painting of the red, black, and orange form, and I absolutely adore it. I would like to have it, I am willing to pay quite a bit for it if you don’t mind.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Viggo said, thanks and modesty filling his voice. “I would love you to have the painting. If you call Melinda in the morning to make the arrangements, I will tell her to have your name put on the piece.”
“Of course. Thank you and I wanted to tell you that the two of you look beautiful together. I don’t know why you waited so long to tell the world about yourselves. Anyone who sees you can see you are both obviously in love with each other.”
Orlando looked at his lover and leaned into his shoulder smiling gently. “Thank you so much.”
“You know, people haven’t seen you but in the photos that the paparazzi have gotten of the two of you. I would be honored to do a shoot of the two of you, free of charge.”
“We would love it if you could do the shoot. We were thinking of getting something like that done soon,” Orlando said, glancing at Viggo who gave him a sharp glance before relaxing about the situation, making a note to discuss it with Orlando later.
“That would be lovely. Make sure that you call me, you hear?” Annie said as she made to leave the couple and mingle some more.
“Absolutely,” Viggo swore, and she walked away, a satisfied smile on her face. As soon as she was gone, Viggo guided Orlando to a quiet corner in the back of the room. “What was that all about?” he demanded. Orlando looked at him sternly.
“Lower your voice, you’ll attract attention that we don’t want,” he shushed before relaxing and looking calmly at Viggo. “This isn’t the place to talk about this, but I took an initiative. I think that people would like to see more than just the pictures in the press from ‘people’ and ‘the star’. If people see that we aren’t just keeping to ourselves, that now we’re open to them, they will be more receptive if we take this further.”
“Orlando. That is circular logic,” Viggo hissed.
“That may be, but you have to admit that it would work,” Orlando said as he gave him a hard look.
“Fine, but before you take an initiative again, will you please discuss it with me first?”
“Fine,” Orlando said, feeling a bit childish to leave it there. He kissed Viggo to let him know that he wasn’t mad at him, just wished that he would learn to trust him and what he had to say.
“Come on, Elf Boy, we had better go mingle before someone takes a picture of us and it looks like we’re fighting,” Viggo said, frustration lacing his voice as he gave Orlando a kiss on the cheek and took his hand again.
“What ever you say, Dirty Human,” Orlando answered. He clasped Viggo’s hand in his own, wanting to enjoy this now, since he knew they would probably have an argument later.
*
Sean came back in the room, Karl following close behind, and immediately looked around for Viggo and Orlando. He and Karl had been snuggled up out on a dark corner of the balcony, trying to get inside of Karl’s skin, when a couple came out side, and immediately started talking about Viggo and Orlando and how they were in the other room having a fight in front of everyone. Giving horrified looks to each other, they both rushed for the door to try and salvage this if necessary.
Karl was the one who spotted them first, and with a nudge to Sean, started over toward their friends. They both spotted the slight difference in the way they stood that only they would notice - Orlando with his body tilting slightly away from Viggo, as if he was were afraid that Viggo might explode at any moment, and Viggo with a stiffer arm than usual. Something had happened. He knew it. Going over to the two, Karl at his side with his hand clasped firmly in his lover’s, Sean placed his other hand on Viggo’s shoulder trying to comfort him. Viggo stiffened for a moment before turning to see who it was.
“Hey, you two!” Sean said cheerfully, trying to get his old friend to relax. Orlando smiled brightly at him, and leaned closer to Viggo, obviously relaxing now that the cavalry was there. “Hey, Orlando, I know that the two of you are joined at the hip, but can I borrow Viggo for a minute? I promise not to defile him,” he joked.
“You had better not,” Orlando responded. “I have plans later.” The four of them laughed, Viggo’s more clipped than usual, and Sean grabbed Viggo by the arm and pulled him away.
“Are you two ok?” Karl asked as Orlando watched after them for a few moments.
“Come on. I could use a drink,” Orlando said as he headed towards the now quiet bar. After ordering a drink, Orlando turned to Karl and sighed. “I think I messed up. You would think with much more experience than I had in New Zealand and the end of our relationship, I would learn that I shouldn’t open my mouth before I think about it.”
“I’m sure that’s not a problem, Orlando. What happened?”
“We were talking to Annie Leibowitz and she said something about photographing the both of us, for us and the pubic. Well. in my mind it sounded like a good idea. I mean, we’ve been out in the public eye for nearly three months now, and I thought that some press would be a good thing. So I agreed. I told her that we would get in touch, and Viggo freaked.”
“Orlando, he’s just worried. I think he thinks that it would be a bad idea, and would have rather have discussed this before committing to something like that. I don’t think that he has a problem with it.”
“I don’t care Karl, the point is, is that this may work between us… and once again I have messed it up, I always mess it up. I fell in love, and he didn’t. Now I don’t know about how, but there is still that attraction. I want to fix this.” Orlando lamented.
“Ok, that’s enough. I don’t care what you say, you haven’t messed this up. You simply took a lead that you didn’t when the both of you were together. He’s going to have to get used to that, Orlando. You picked directions you were going when you were dating concerning your life, but you made them with a lot of Viggo’s input. You make hard decisions everyday now, without his input. You’re more self assured. He needs to understand that you can make those choices. And if he can’t understand that, then this arrangement is going to end a whole lot faster than the both of you were planning. Now, I’ll admit that since you both broke up you have become VERY independent and while that’s a good thing, you need to talk to him about stuff like this, not just in conversation using some kind of code or something,” Karl lectured, a glare covering his features.
Orlando simply nodded for a few moments, taking in what Karl had just said. “You’re right… You’re right. I should be a little more inquisitive about what Viggo thinks,” Orlando muttered.
“Good, now I think you and Viggo have a party to get back to, and I would like my husband back,” Karl groused good-naturedly as they both started laughing and walked back across the room.
*
Sean dragged Viggo out to a quiet part of the balcony before demanding what was going on.
“Why are you and Orlando so stiff? Karl and I heard two people say that the two of you had a fight!”
Viggo’s jaw tightened and he ground out, “He didn’t even consult me, Sean… we were talking to Annie Leibowitz and she said she wanted to do a shoot of us, and I don’t have a problem with it, but he just immediately said yes with out even looking at me, and when he did, it was for confirmation!”
Sean looked at Viggo for a moment, a blank look covering his face, very tempted to strike his friend upside the head. Knowing his friend for so long helped when it came to figuring out Viggo’s thought process.
Shaking his head, he asked the obvious question. “Viggo, I’m sorry, but I have to ask… which are you more upset about - the fact that Orlando didn’t consult you, or the fact that he made a decision like this without the advice you usually give? When you were together, he came to you when he needed help on a decision. He’s grown up, Viggo. He’s lasted without you for some years now. It probably is second nature now that he didn’t even think about it. I agree that he should have at least consulted you a little, but you flew off the handle, Vig. You are the one who messed up. I hate to say it but when the two of you were together you were a martinet. But I mean, for that time in Orlando’s life, that was a good thing. He’s just changed now.”
Viggo glared at Sean for a moment before realizing that he was right and sighing. He hated when Sean was right. It usually meant that he had been an ass and needed to do something about it. “You’re right. I guess I’m still waiting for that young klutzy man to walk in and trip over his feet, instead of the business man who has taken his place. I always thought that movies would be where he would always be… and he did for a while, and still does on occasion, but the firm just takes up a lot of his time and energy. I don’t see how he does that.”
“It’s all the energy he does have. He found something that he loves just as much as acting. It’s his nature, Viggo,” Sean explained. “Now, go find him and for goodness sake, make up with him.”
Viggo nodded and pulled away, turning to go back inside just in time to see Orlando entering the balcony. The young man looked around for a few moments before seeing Viggo and Sean standing by themselves. He came over and looked at Sean for a moment.
“Sean, can you give us a few minutes please?” he asked, smiling slightly at his friend.
“Of course,” Sean said as he gripped Viggo’s shoulder to give him strength and walked back inside.
Orlando looked out at the city off the edge of the balcony, marveling at the many lights that shone in the night air, showing the life that inhabited the city. “I wanted to apologize. I should have spoken to you before I told Annie that we would do the shoot. I just thought that people should see us as us, instead of the spin people think of us as. I didn’t think of asking you, because I thought it would be ok with you. I’m sorry.”
“I should apologize as well,” Viggo said sheepishly. “There was more to it than just you accepting her offer… you’ve just grown up more than I had thought.”
“Then how about we do it this way, if I promise to make sure I ask your opinion on things like this, will you promise to trust my judgment and try and see things the way I see them?” Orlando asked, turning to face Viggo for the first time, watching his blue eyes dance worriedly, contrasting against his blank face.
Viggo looked at him for a second before nodding his consent. “Agreed. I know we have both changed since we separated. I need to trust you more”.
Orlando smiled and gave Viggo a firm kiss on the lips and cupped his cheek. “Come on lover, we need to get back to your opening.”
Viggo smiled in return, warmth filling him as he saw Orlando smile at him like he used to when they were lovers, and led the way back into the gallery.
*
Orlando and Viggo walked into the house at two in the morning, Sean and Karl trailing a little behind. After wishing each other good night, Orlando and Viggo climbed the stairs to Orlando’s bedroom. Orlando pulled his coat and tie off as he stepped into the room, and went over the closet to put them away. Viggo began loosening his own tie and top two buttons leaving them open.
Watching Orlando begin to undo the buttons on his shirt, Viggo stepped over and clasped the young man’s hands in his own, leaning down to kiss each hand and then the space where the button was covering the smooth chest. Working his way down the rest of his chest, unbuttoning as he went, Viggo teased Orlando, his tongue tasting the young man’s skin. Orlando placed a hand around Viggo’s shoulders to steady himself and to press Viggo as close as possible.
Sliding the shirt from Orlando’s arms, Viggo made a silent prayer of thanks and a promise that if he could, he would make this work, and he wouldn’t mess it up.
Still worshiping Orlando’s upper body, Viggo guided his lover to the bed. Laying him on it gently, Viggo’s hand touched the top of his trousers, questioning whether he should continue or not. Orlando caught Viggo’s eyes and smiled at him. Moving the hand that was still settled on Viggo’s shoulders up to the back of his head, he brought Viggo’s head up and to his lips.
As Viggo divested him of his pants, Orlando knew he never wanted to lose this again. He wanted Viggo back in his life and would do anything in his power to keep him there.
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Date: 2006-04-05 03:27 am (UTC)I am glad you liked it.
Lyn
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Date: 2006-04-05 03:46 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing xoxo
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Date: 2006-04-05 03:49 am (UTC)Thank you for a wonderful chapter now off you go to bring this men back together
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Date: 2006-04-05 04:00 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked the chapter.
Lyn
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Date: 2006-04-05 04:04 am (UTC)