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Title: Cling Wrap
Author:

arieltachna
E-mail: namarie120@gmail.com
Live Journal: www.livejournal.com/users/namarie120
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo / Orlando
Warnings: What? Does there always have to be a warning?
Disclaimer: Sadly, it’s just a figment of our smutty imaginations
Feedback: is most welcome
Summary: Just another typical day at the spa
A/N: Written for our wonderful

willowwing’s birthday (and since she suggested the treatment – now if we could only afford to enjoy it ourselves!)
A/N2: This is an episode in the ’Blooming Beauty’ salon series. Earlier fics include Footwork, Hand Job, Reveal (sort of), Wax Off, and Birthday Suit.
Beta: hugs and kisses to

sileya for taking over this time

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"French Body Gommage."

Orlando's words caught me completely by surprise. I looked up from my current obsession with the hollow between his neck and collarbone with a startled frown. "Say what?"

"French Body Gommage," Orlando repeated. "That's what I'm do to you. It's an exfoliating body rub." He leered at me most intently. "Just think about it, Viggo. My hands rubbing over every inch of your skin for over an hour. I know you'd like that." He prodded me to sit on the edge of the table and settled on my lap. "It would feel so good."

Orlando’s hands on me in any way whatsoever sounded pretty damn fantastic. If I had to put up with some herbal-smelling goop as part of the package, well, that was fine with me. I’d been away on location shooting for weeks, and while we spent every night on the phone with each other, my own hands never gave me a tenth of the pleasure Orlando’s did. Besides, the sun and wind at the desert camp had been pretty brutal – my skin probably could use some exfoliating. I snorted as I realized how much my lover’s fascination with personal care had begun to infect me.

Orlando took my silence for consent and stood, pulling me to my feet as well. "Strip," he ordered, going to the cabinet where he kept all his supplies. My eyes followed him hungrily. We'd been apart too long and not back together long enough for me to let him out of my sight any time soon. I did as he said, though, beginning to unbutton my flannel shirt and jeans. Getting naked sounded pretty damn good, too.

I watched him stretch and bend to gather the things he needed, his every move elegant and graceful, and gave thanks once again to whatever god watched over B-movie actors for blessing me with my priceless lover. A particularly deep bend stretched the softly clinging material of his charcoal grey slacks over the delectable curves of his ass, and my cock was quick to signal its appreciation of the view. "Does getting naked apply to you, too?" I asked hopefully.

Orlando turned back around and grinned at me. "Now, Mr. Mortensen," he teased, "it is not the policy of this salon for the employees to have relations with the customers. It's unprofessional." I knew he was joking - he had to be since we'd had 'relations,' as he put it, the first time I came in - but then his hands moved to the hem of his sweater, pulling it up slowly, and I decided to simply enjoy the pleasure of watching his olive skin come into view.

“I'd hate for you to be unprofessional," I agreed, licking my lips as I caught a glimpse of the sun tattoo that was such an uncanny counterpart to my own crescent moon tat. Orlando had insisted, the first time he'd noticed them, that they meant we were fated to come together. I wasn't sure at the time how we'd make it work - we seemed to be such opposites in every way - but he'd more than convinced me there was no one else I'd rather share my life with. He completed me, soothed me when I was irritated, healed me when I ached. And if he didn't finish taking off his clothes and do something about the ache he was causing right now, I was going to take matters into my own hands.

Fortunately, Orlando seemed to feel the same way, because his pants hit the floor only a second behind his sweater, leaving him wearing nothing but a tiny g-string. I raised my eyebrow at that, but he just smirked at me. "Lie down on the table," he said firmly. I almost obeyed, but decided I needed a kiss first. Walking over to where he was standing, I cupped his cheeks between my hands, angling his head so I could close my lips over his, mating our mouths the way we had already mated our hearts.

Orlando let me control the kiss for a heady moment before a slap on my ass reminded me firmly who was in charge here. "I said lie down," he ordered me again, pulling away from my arms and pushing me toward the linen-covered treatment table. I lowered myself onto the decadently soft sheets, adjusting my position on the headrest, while my cock grumbled about being flattened beneath my body. A mental image of a spa table with a strategic hollow to accommodate a raging hard-on flashed through my lust-addled brain, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the idea.

I could hear Orlando moving around in the room, bottles clinking as he finished his preparations. Then his hands were on my shoulders, spreading a thick, gritty cream onto my body. It felt incredible on my dry skin, like a sip of water after a long day of filming. I could swear I felt my skin absorbing the moisture immediately. Little by little, he worked his way down my back, the thick layer of lotion heavy on my flesh.

“This is gommage,” he explained as he coated me in the aromatic paste. It smelled fresh, like some kind of herbs mixed with citrus. “It’s made with natural plant extracts, kaolin, and macadamia oil. Gommage means “erasure” in French – it erases the damage that exposure to sun and the elements does to your skin.” He paused to drop a moist kiss on the tanned strip at the back of my neck. “The clay helps slough off the top layer of skin cells, and the oils rehydrate the new layer underneath. It’s going to leave your skin incredibly smooth and supple.” Yeah, whatever – as long as it involved his hands on my body, it was all good with me.

Once he had spread the cream over every exposed inch of my skin, he began to massage it in, using deep, circular rubbing motions. Starting with my arms, he stroked and circled until the cream was fully absorbed, working his way from my fingers and palms, up my forearms and biceps, and higher still to my shoulder-blades, lingering over the spots, like the insides of my elbows, that were especially sensitive. Then he repeated the same sweet torture on my legs, caressing toes, insteps, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, until I was quivering in the hope of where he would put his hands next.

I almost asked. I wanted to ask. I wanted his hands on my ass, kneading the skin there, giving it the same loving treatment he had given the rest of my body. Before I could voice the request, his hands were there, smoothing over my butt, rubbing the cream into skin that rarely saw the sun - certainly not in the desert - but that didn't seem to matter. He lingered there as he had lingered everywhere else. My cock was throbbing against the sheets again, especially when a gritty finger teased along my cleft and over my hole. My whole body clenched at that touch, and a moan escaped my lips.

I couldn't help but push up into that tantalizing caress, but I knew my lover too well by now to expect that he was ready to end my torment so soon. The finger slid away as his hands started to work their way up my back, leaving my cock to call him every rude name its aching little head could think of. "Tease," I hissed as he straddled me to reach my deltoids, his ass pressing down on mine as he let me feel his weight settling against me.

"Mercilessly," Orlando agreed, rubbing his silk-covered erection into my crease. I pushed back against him, only to feel another firm smack dissuading me. "Not with this cream on you," he cautioned. "The grains that exfoliate your skin would really hurt if I made love to you now." He lifted up a little. "Turn over."

He raised his hips just enough to let me roll onto my back. I groaned as my cock, ecstatic at being freed from captivity, sprang up eagerly, rubbing itself against the front of the sinfully abbreviated sack that covered him. To both our dismay, he slid away from the contact to scoop up another handful of the thick exfoliant cream.

"Just relax," he told me. "Let me see to the rest of you." My eyes drifted shut as his hands started at my neck and worked lower, covering me in the thick lotion, not rubbing it in yet, just letting it rest on my skin. My abs tightened as his hands spread the gel over my stomach, coasting to the very edge of my curls before moving away to work down my legs. I groaned in protest, my cock twitching in its bid for attention.

”I can’t use any of this on Little Viggo,” Orlando told me in a sympathetic voice, though I could see the mischief dancing in his dark chocolate eyes. “The skin there is too sensitive, the abrasives in the gommage would tear him up.” Despite my cock’s insistence that it was tough enough to take it, I knew Orlando was right, so I tried to will myself to patience while he continued massaging the rest of my skin. My success was sketchy at best – my cock was leaking a steady thread of fluid down its length before he finally worked in the last of the cream.

Reaching for a damp towel on the cart next to the table, Orlando wiped his hands free of the exfoliant and squirted liquid from another bottle into his hand. "This, on the other hand," he said with a smirk, "is perfect for Little Viggo." And with no other warning than that, he circled my cock in his hand and subjected it to the same thorough massage he'd given the rest of me. I couldn't help it. I bucked up into his hand frantically.

Threading my hands into the tangle of curls I loved so much, I pulled him down into a hard kiss, moaning into his mouth as the smooth friction of his hand brought me the fierce pleasure I craved. My own cream pulsed over my stomach as he continued to stroke me gently, as if he were rubbing that into my skin, too.

"Feel better?" Orlando asked me, laughter tingeing his voice. I managed a weak nod. "Good, because that was just the first stage of this treatment." He reached over to the cart again and came back with a thick glove that he slid over his right hand. He set it on my shoulder, letting me feel the heavy nap of the cloth. Then he started to rub, the thick cloth gently scrubbing the gommage against my skin.

It’s a good thing he’d let me come already, or I would have done it even without his hand on my cock. The soft nub of the mitt felt so good smoothing over my skin, especially when he rolled me on my back again and focused his attention on my chest, rubbing the mitt over my nipples until they were as hard as the river stones he’d used on me once before. By the time he reached my abdomen, the slow circle of his hand had brought my erection back to demanding life. And this time, I promised it, I wouldn’t be coming alone.

Except that his hand avoided my erection, yet again. I knew it was because the mitt was covered in the gritty lotion, but that didn't stop my desire to feel the cloth on my eager flesh. I was just about to ask if he had another one of those gloves when he stopped touching me entirely and got up off the table. "Orlando?" I asked softly.

"Into the shower," he replied with a leer as he removed the mitt and offered me his hand.

I followed him into the sybaritic shower area that adjoined the treatment rooms, gathering up an armful of thick towels as Orlando adjusted the water temperature in one of the stalls. Since it was after hours, there was no possibility we'd be disturbed, so I had no hesitancy in pulling him inside the spacious cubicle with me before closing the etched-glass door. "No more teasing," I growled, backing him against the tiled wall and holding him there with the weight of my body as I kissed him thoroughly, plundering his mouth with the insatiable need to taste him.

Orlando returned the kiss, and I could feel his cock pressing against mine as I rubbed demandingly against him. Reaching down, I tore at the g-string he still wore, pulling it off and baring his erection. He indulged me for a moment, then pulled away and angled my back into the water. "After we get you clean," he declared firmly, his hands renewing their journey over every inch of my skin.

I relented long enough to let Orlando rinse the last of the gommage cream from my body. Whatever was in that stuff, I had to admit it had done an incredible job. Orlando’s hands slid almost frictionlessly over me as he angled me this way and that under the water. It felt as if my skin had gained a million new nerve endings, every one of them tingling with electricity at my lover’s touch. When I didn’t think I could stand it a minute longer, I pushed him back against the wall and dropped to my knees, reaching behind him to grasp his butt cheeks and pull him to my face.

Orlando let out a most gratifying moan when I buried my nose in the dripping curls around his cock. I sucked him into my mouth, eager for the taste of him again. My hands closed around his hips, holding him in place as I licked up and down the hard flesh and then between his legs to tongue his sacks. I couldn't get enough of his taste, and it seemed he couldn't get enough of my mouth, because his fingers clutched at my hair, urging me closer.

Needing to make him half as needy as he'd made me, I let my fingers play up and down his crack, following the trail of water that ran from his back. The increased tugs at my hair told me it was working, so I refined my touch to just tease around his puckered hole. When I felt him clenching under my fingers every time I slid over it, I worked in the tip of one finger, just enough to push through the tight ring of muscle.

He obviously liked that, if the muffled moan he let out was any indication. Encouraged, I pushed in a little farther, hoping the water running freely over us would provide sufficient lubrication. I certainly didn't want to return all the pleasure he'd given me with anything that even began to resemble pain.

Sucking as much of Orlando's slender shaft as I could into my mouth, I probed with my finger for that little knob of nerves that would short all his circuits. I was so focused on these two extremely pleasant tasks that I was caught off guard when Orlando suddenly pulled out of my mouth. I would have fallen on my ass if he hadn't grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me back to my feet.

"As wonderful as your mouth feels," he told me, dropping playful kisses on the corners of my lips, "I don't want to come down your throat. I want to come buried in your tight, hot arse. If that's all right with you?"

All right with me? As wonderful as Orlando feels filling my throat, he feels even better filling my ass. "You're the professional," I agreed, turning to lean against the shower wall in eager anticipation.

Those well-loved, pampered, deceptively strong hands ran down my back to part my cheeks. I couldn't see what he was using for lube, but his fingers were slick when they started to toy with me as I had been toying with him. I pushed back against his probing, hungry for his touch. He obliged me instantly, a sign that he was as desperate to come as I was. That was good. I didn't know how much longer I could wait, and I really, really wanted him to come with me this time.

I wasn't the only one who knew just what buttons to push on my lover - with just a few swipes of those talented fingers, Orlando had me all but gibbering. My cock thumped against the slick tile wall as I squirmed against him, telling me firmly that fingers were no longer enough. "Please, baby," I moaned, too far gone to wait any longer. "Just fuck me, already."

Almost immediately, the fingers were gone and the head of his cock was bumping against my hole. "Yes," I hissed, pushing back against him, wanting him inside me. He steadied me with his hands on my hips and pushed inside. "Oh, God, angel, fuck, please," I babbled nonsensically. All that made sense to me in that moment was his cock inside me again after so long.

Bracing myself with one hand against the shower wall, I reached behind me with the other, grabbing his ass cheek and pushing him even deeper inside. I wanted to feel every long, hard inch of him inside me, filling up all the emptiness of our weeks apart. Orlando must have felt the same way, because he wrapped an arm around my chest and pounded into me, so strongly that I rocked into the wall with each powerful thrust.

As much as I hated to let go, I needed to brace myself or I was going to get hurt. Putting both hands back on the tile, I spread my legs a little more to give Orlando better access. His rhythm never faltered. If anything, it picked up speed, as if knowing how I felt. "Touch me," I begged, needing his hands on my cock to help me come.

His teeth fastened on the spot on my neck, just below my ear, that he’d long since discovered was extra sensitive to his mouth. I could tell by the erratic rasp of his breath and the unsteady rhythm of his fist around my cock that he was nearly as ready to blow as I was. I squeezed my internal muscles around him, even harder when the deep moan vibrating against my back told me it was working. “I’m so fucking close,” I panted, trying to hold off just a little longer. “Come on, baby, come with me, come on…”

He did. He slammed into me twice more, hitting my prostate as he bit down on my neck and squeezed my cock. Then I could feel him flooding me, hot and wet inside my hole. With a shudder, I came in long, ropy spurts, coating the wall in front of me.

Feeling boneless and pretty damn wonderful, I leaned my weight against the cool tiles of the shower, Orlando's body plastered against my back. "That treatment wasn't too bad," I mumbled contentedly. "Guess you can add it to the 'keeper' list." To be honest, there weren't many of Orlando's "treatments" that hadn't made the list - even the ill-fated attempt at an Egyptian mud facial had had its redeeming moments.

"We're not done yet," Orlando replied, kissing my neck. "I still have to put the moisturizer on your skin." Before meeting Orlando, I would have scoffed, but now, the thought of his hands smoothing more potions onto my skin bothered me not at all. I had long since learned to enjoy his pampering – and the lovemaking which seemed to be an inevitable after-effect.

"I'm not going to smell like a fruit salad again, am I?" I asked, turning to rest my back against the wall and take him into my arms. The moisturizer could wait for another few minutes, while I took advantage of the opportunity to hold and kiss my alluring lover for the first time in far too many weeks. "The last one you used attracted every bee in a twenty-mile radius."

Orlando laughed and lounged against me. "I promise not to use anything fruity," he replied, nipping at my lower lip. "This one smells like sandalwood. I think you'll like it." He pulled back and tugged on my hand. "I'll even let you smell it first, and if you don't like it, I'll get another one."

With a show of reluctance that Orlando knew was only an act - after all, my cock was already half-hard again just from our few minutes of languid kisses - I let him lead me out of the shower, wrap me in one of the spa's amazingly thick and soft towels, and guide me back to the treatment room. "How's this?" he asked, waving the cap from a bottle of lotion under my nose. "It’s made with aloe, shea butter, jojoba and sandalwood oils.”

I sniffed at the bottle, surprised at the masculine smell. This was no woman's brew. "Did you get this for me?" I asked. I grabbed the bottle and poured a little onto my hand. It was thick and creamy, but when I rubbed it into my palm, it absorbed right away. I started to pour some more when Orlando snatched the bottle back. "That's my job," he told me imperiously.

"I love it when you get all demanding," I told him archly, fluttering my eyelashes at him. He laughed and pushed me back down onto the table, letting his towel drop to the floor as he began to smooth the lotion onto my legs. My laughter changed to a low rumble of pleasure as his touch became firmer. With each stroke of his warm palms, nerve endings that had calmed in the aftermath of our shower re-awoke to tingling life.

He worked his way up my legs and over my hips, deliberately ignoring my reawakening cock as he spread the lotion further up my chest and down my arms. By the time he had finished with my front, I was as hard as I'd been before my first climax. It never ceased to amaze me how easily he could rouse me. All it took was a look, a touch, and I had a raging hard-on that only he could ease. This time was no different.

My cock protested mightily when Orlando motioned me to roll over so he could reach my back. There was no way it was going to put up with being flattened a second time, not as hard as that sensuous massage had made it. "You're going to have to do me like this, baby," I teased him, settling onto my knees and elbows but leaving my ass poking up in the air. "Either that or get some more comfortable tables."

To my delight, Orlando leaned forward and ran his tongue up the cleft of my ass in a long, loving lick. "I'll do you like this anytime," he assured me. I pushed back, wanting more from his tongue, but he had pulled away and was rubbing lotion into the rest of my skin. I moaned in half-hearted protest, knowing he wouldn't leave me hurting for too long.

Sooner than I would have liked - as much as I pretend to protest, I never get enough of Orlando's hands on my body - he was wiping them on a towel and putting away the lotion. But instead of handing me a robe - or, better yet, joining me on the table - Orlando turned to a counter at the other side of the room. He opened a door, and a cloud of aromatic steam poured out, filling the room with a fresh, herbal scent. When he turned back to me, his arms were filled with warm, steaming sheets.

"The last step is an herbal linen wrap," he told me, setting the sheets on the bottom of the table. "The cloth is steeped in organic herbs to relieve tension and draw toxins from the body. The heat will make your pores open so you can absorb all the moisturizer." He patted the surface of the treatment table, encouraging me to lie back down. "I promise it will be the most relaxing half-hour you've spent all week."

"Oh no you don't," I protested. "If you're swaddling me up like a baby, you're getting in there with me."

He quirked an eyebrow at me. "Now why would I do that?" he teased.

"Because I can't think of a way I'd rather spend half an hour than holding you in my arms," I answered, opening mine to him in invitation. He stepped into them and I closed them around him, marveling as I always did how perfectly he fit against me. I kissed my way up his throat to nuzzle at the shell of his ear. "Come on, baby. Wrap us up together."

Orlando hesitated for a minute, considering the practicalities, before reaching for the sheets. "This won't work on the treatment table. It's too narrow," he protested, looking around the room. "Maybe on the couch?"

I eyed the couch suspiciously. "Doesn't look any wider than the table to me," I answered, though we could use the floor for all I cared, as long as I could hold my angel in my arms. Orlando's face fell into one of his adorable pouts, making me grin. "Guess you'll just have to lay on top of me, baby."

That brought the impish smile back to my lover's face. He opened the sheets, one on top of another, and stood back. "Lie down then so I can climb on," he urged. I didn't hesitate, stretching out on the smooth, scented sheets, the table supporting my body perfectly. I opened my arms again, waiting for Orlando to join me. He did, moving to straddle me first, then settling atop me until we were perfectly aligned from head to toe. He reached down and pulled the sheets up over us, tucking them tightly around us to swaddle us in their herbal warmth.

For a minute or two, both of us were content to just lay there, soaking in the warmth of the fragrant linens. Before long, though, the inevitable result of Orlando's body molding to mine made itself apparent. My cock nudged against his as I nuzzled his neck, working my way toward the nectar of his mouth. "Turn your head," I urged him, "so I can kiss you properly."

He did as I asked immediately, angling his head so our lips met in a tender kiss that quickly turned heated. As our lips moved in concert, I could feel his cock swelling against mine. At least I wasn't the only one affected. Then I felt his hands shift, moving over the skin of my thighs, tracing small, teasing circles.

Having my arms and legs immobilized by the tightly wrapped sheet had some definite disadvantages. Not being able to pull Orlando against me as I tried to deepen our kiss was one of them. Squirming underneath him, I was able to move my legs an inch or so further apart, which had the happy side effect of bringing our cocks into even closer contact. We drank in each other's moans at the sweet friction as they pressed together. Managing to wiggle one hand free inside our cocoon, I slid it up my leg, picking up as much moisturizer on my fingers as I could along the way.

I worked my arm around Orlando's body, one destination in mind. He had loved me thoroughly in the shower. It was time to return the favor. Fortunately, he seemed willing to abet in his seduction, moving his legs enough to part the sweet cheeks of his ass for me. It was a good thing, too. As tightly wrapped as we were, I wasn't sure I could have freed my other hand to help. Rubbing the lotion into his skin, I pushed at his hole, trying to work my way inside.

Orlando's hips rocked against mine as I gently eased my finger into the puckered opening. He couldn't move much, and neither could I, making every touch more sensual, more arousing. A droplet of sweat trickled down his temple as I slowly worked my finger inside him. Unable to resist, I released his lips to catch it on my tongue, tracing its path to capture every hint of my lover's flavor.

"Now who's teasing?" he asked me hoarsely, leaning into my lips and trying to push his hips back against my finger. I just smiled at him. Turn-about's fair play, after all.

"You're the one who insisted on thirty minutes in this wrap," I reminded him. "Have you changed your mind?"

He hesitated, clearly considering his reply. "No," he said finally. "The treatment doesn't work nearly as well if you don't spend your time wrapped up in the sheets."

"Well then," I declared. "Don't complain."

It wasn't often I was able to render Orlando speechless, so before he could think up a suitable retort, I kissed him again, circling and stretching my finger until the tip found the nub of his prostate. Pay dirt! His entire body stiffened against me, increasing the subtle pressure on our cocks. Flexing my knuckle minutely, I rubbed over the sensitive bundle of nerves, each pass making him tremble and whimper against my mouth.

Of course, every tremble pushed him harder against me, every whimper went straight to my cock until I felt like whimpering, too. I tore my lips away from Orlando's long enough to look at the clock. "It's been thirty minutes, baby," I moaned. "Get us out of here. I want inside you."

I knew Orlando was as desperate as I was when the sheets hit the floor almost before the words were out of my mouth. Kicking the last of the wrappings free from our legs, Orlando reached down and grabbed my cock, pushing up onto his knees to put his ass within reach. Pulling my finger away impatiently, he aligned the head of my cock with his quivering hole. "Fuck me," he demanded, "right now. Fuck me hard."

What's a man supposed to do when his sexy-as-sin lover is demanding a good reaming? My answer was to give it to him. I flipped us over, just managing not to land us both on the ground, and pulled my knees up under me, giving me the leverage I needed to pound into him unrestrainedly. He met every thrust with a solid one of his own, reassuring me that he was with me completely. Despite my earlier orgasm, I wasn't going to last long at this pace. I snaked a hand between us, searching for his cock so I could take him with me when I came.

Orlando’s own hands weren’t idle – he’d grabbed my sides and raised his head so he could reach my chest. When my hand closed around his shaft, his lips latched onto my nipple, sucking firmly. I slammed into him so hard that his teeth bit down instinctively, and that was all it took to make me lose it completely. My hips jackhammered against his, my hand fisting his cock until it erupted between our heaving bodies. With a hoarse shout, I pumped into him as my orgasm shuddered through me, filling him until we both collapsed into a sweaty, sated heap on the crumpled sheets.

Somehow, I found the strength to roll onto my side to keep from crushing Orlando beneath me. He pillowed his head against my chest and sighed in blissful satisfaction. “So, did you like your treatment?” he purred.

Resting my chin against his damp curls, I nodded, content to simply snuggle with my lover, passion spent for the moment. Knowing I had this to come back to - Orlando's care, Orlando's love - made leaving each time just a little bit easier to bear. “I loved it, but I’m never going to be able to hear a director say ‘That’s a wrap’ again without getting hard.”