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vigorliTitle: In the corner of the kitchen counter © by Myr Juhl 2004
Part: 1/2
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk
Fandom: LOTR
Spoilers: none
Type: RPS, AU, MPREG
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
*** WARNINGS *** This story is rated NC-17 and contains: * Male slash * Language * MPREG * Mention of childbirth *
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Summary: Supernatural circumstances changes Orlando and Viggo’s lives.
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Timeline: LOTR filming 2001
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In the Corner of the Kitchen Counter part 1
© By Myr Juhl
Orlando felt himself rise to the surface, having had the most pleasurable dream. Wet dreams did not even come close to this one. He was oddly exhausted and he laughed. /Some fuck,/ just a shame he couldn’t remember the girl though. He tried to swing his legs out of the bed and groaned as he felt how his stomach hurt. He gasped. It was not a forceful pain, just a dull ache, but it was there. He managed to get up thinking what the hell he had done last night. He would have thought a drinking game with the Hobbits could have left him with a stomach-ache but it did not feel like a hangover, his head was fine.
Going to the bathroom, he pulled off his t-shirt and stepped in front of the mirror. Carefully, he smoothed his hands across his aching stomach. Then he realised his back was aching too. Come to think of it, it was increasing a bit.
He grabbed some pills from the cabinet and put them in a glass of water. They worked faster dissolved. Shortly after, he swallowed the contents with a grimace.
He turned to check his backside. It was a traditional morning procedure. The vision that met him had him stand in disbelief. His eyes blackened a few seconds but then he gained conscience. He stumbled back to the bed and saw blood on the sheets. He began crying like a child in deep distress and profound horror. With shaking hands, he dialled Fran’s number.
“You’ve got to come, Fran. My scar is bleeding. My scar is bleeding...”
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Soon Fran, Peter and the set doctor, Pearson, arrived at his house. Orlando lay quietly on the bed and let himself be examined during which not much talk was uttered.
“How did it happen?”
“I don’t know. I felt weird this morning. Had an intense and strange dream and felt pain when I stood up...i-i-in my stomach and back and then I saw it...in the mirror... the scar.”
“I have to be frank with you, Orlando. Your scar looks as if it has been cut open and sealed again. Damn well done, you wouldn’t have noticed if it hadn’t sprung open.”
“...what?” Orlando whispered shocked. Peter and Fran also sat with their mouths open in shock.
“But... I was here at home! All night! I have not been to the hospital! What is going on?”
“You had better get there fast, Orlando.”
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“Well, I have to agree with my colleague Dr Pearson. Somewhere between yesterday evening and this morning, you have been operated on Mr Bloom,” the hospital doctor said. Then he laughed nervously because what they were witnessing was physically impossible.
“I must have been abducted by aliens then?” Orlando deadpanned. It was not exactly an attempt at a joke and no one was laughing.
He was then taken for a scan and more shocking news were revealed. Someone had removed his left kidney. Orlando was frantic. How the medical procedure could have happened so fast there was no answer to and Orlando couldn’t really blame the experts. There were no leads anywhere to solve the mystery.
Orlando moved on with his life, and did not succumb to fear because nothing more happened.
His happy and easygoing nature returned tenfold. Some days he even felt euphoric and that was a blessing because he thought a lot about the incident.
Viggo and Orlando began the Rhôhan shootings with John Rhys-Davies for the second movie.
Viggo felt delighted with Orlando’s company. They bonded on several levels. Loved the outdoor life, photography, art, music, sex... How that happened was a mystery to them both. The age differences for one thing and the sexual preferences another, sharing such personal information.
Viggo said he had tried sex with men while being married to Exene. She had wanted to watch him having sex with a man of her choice. Viggo had declined furiously. Nevertheless, the seed had been planted and the thought haunted him. He didn’t want to want it. However, in the end he knew he had to try. Just once and he had loved it. He had bottomed and he came for hours on end - at least that’s how it felt...
Then he had stopped his story because Orlando’s eyes were bulging.
“Too much information, prissy Elf?”
Orlando suddenly laughed: “Yes - it was, but that’s ok. Just don’t tell me you lick arse too, Viggo!”
Only Viggo’s eyes told him that indeed he liked to lick arse as well.
“It’s called rimming, and it is fabulous. I love it.”
“Thanks - but no thanks for further details, Vig,” he laughed. Then Viggo hugged him and he felt how the young man relaxed in his arms. He buried his nose in the blond wig. Orlando’s scent was just underneath despite the hair products.
Viggo was slowly becoming attracted to the young man. He didn’t try stopping himself; it would be pointless.
Orlando liked Viggo; he was an amazing man and had tried so many things. He chose the oddest film parts and spoke many languages. Orlando knew he liked Viggo, but not in ‘that’ kind of way. Definitely not.
Despite the tough experience of the organ theft, Orlando still seemed to blossom. His skin was soft and glowing. The white in his eyes resembled porcelain. Even his sweat had a distinct sweeter fragrance. Orlando did not know these things but his colleagues noticed how radiantly his beauty had escalated. In addition, when he was dressed up as Legolas it seemed ridiculous that Aragorn was to marry Arwen. Legolas was the fairest of the Elves.
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One evening, the cast held one of their infamous private beach parties. The usual suspects were gathered. Hobbits, Men, Elves. It was one of their private parties held at Viggo’s place. Viggo was not there yet, but people came and went nevertheless.
Viggo came home after having had an appointment with his publicist to see his house invaded massively. At first, he growled but soon he did not mind although he had things on his mind he would have liked to do tonight. It would have to wait until tomorrow, which was their day off. The cast always held these parties before a day off. The good thing was though; if Viggo got tired, he could just go to his bedroom and let the others do what the fuck they wanted. People would come back tomorrow for brunch.
Orlando was dancing with other members of the cast. It was a special LOTR dance they had developed. No rules so any moves were allowed until rejected, and then you would have to leave. Orlando had won a few times but none of the rounds tonight. Therefore, he decided to go to the bathroom when he was rejected the third time. It wasn’t that much fun anyway.
He picked a couple of beers from the icy tub and went to the kitchen. There was nobody in there and he sighed as he pulled the ring and took a long gulp, belched loudly and let the can dangle from two fingers midair. He gathered that if he kept drinking at this rate, he would spend tomorrow sleeping with his mouth unattractively open and drool pooling on the sheets. He laughed at the image, and dropped his sandals as he heaved himself onto the corner of the kitchen counter. He knew he should not drink so much with only one kidney and he put the can away, apparently not drinking himself senseless after all.
A glass Viggo must have used this morning was still standing upside down on the dish tray. He bent and filled it with cool water, sipping the refreshing liquid in small measures within the next couple of seconds. Suddenly he looked up, and jerked surprised at finding Viggo standing in front of him. The door was shut. He just looked into his eyes, and there was a strange pull in his groin.
They said nothing, but their eyes talked. Orlando was having a moment; one of those where he knew he would grant what Viggo asked, and he was not afraid, he was rather tempted. They usually kissed each other affectionately, because that was Orlando’s way and Viggo would follow. How could he not?
There was no doubt in their minds that this evening would change their behaviour towards each other. It was already changing, every second.
As Viggo got closer, Orlando lifted his arms automatically to thread his fingers behind the older man's neck. He wasn't thinking, but he relished in the fact that Viggo always made him feel good. Viggo let Orlando pull him closer still, and put his hands on the younger man’s thighs.
Orlando registered how close to his hip joints Viggo's thumbs rested, the surprising arousal fit well into the feel of the moment. He did not mind if Viggo saw it but he wanted him to.
Their foreheads touched and when Viggo tilted his head slightly to his left, Orlando copied the motion and lips slid across lips a few times. Viggo smiled as he pulled away to have a better look at the Brit’s face. Orlando was not smiling; his eyes were closed and he leaned forward a bit indicating to Viggo to resume the welcoming kiss. Open-mouthed, they kissed, quietly, sensually and lovingly. The kiss was soundless despite the occasional saliva sliding on wet lips.
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The door to the kitchen was closed. Someone stood in front of it and wondered, but then decided to press the handle, open the door but then stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him.
Positioned on the kitchen counter, he saw how Orlando had his legs crossed high around Viggo's waist. He could easily see how they ground their crotches slowly and sensuously as they kissed. Their sounds were muffled completely. He heard no words escape the tight seal of their mouths.
Fascinated, he watched as the two kissed each other during the slow friction. He felt a bit envious. It was a very long time since he had’d ‘dry’ sex like that: Unhurried and agonisingly sensational, with a person he trusted and loved. He then realised what a revelation he witnessed tonight, between two people he had come to love deeply. He had always known that Orlando and Viggo had a ‘thing’ for each other whether Orlando would agree or not. His face was an open book, but it didn’t matter really, did it? The man backed away and managed to close the door as quietly as he had opened it.
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“Was someone just there?” Viggo gasped as he let go of Orlando’s swollen lips.
“I... I think so,” Orlando panted, matching Viggo's lack of breath. “Touch me, I am so close to coming.”
Viggo pulled Orlando’s zipper and the young man's cock was in his hand, arching like a proud swan’s neck. He smeared pre-come over the cock head, and Orlando's breath hitched, simply because Viggo had actually taking him in his hand.
No questions asked, no hesitation. Orlando looked into his eyes and Viggo suddenly pulled him to the floor. He put his tongue to the tip of his cock and tasted Orlando. Orlando sighed and dropped his head. His cheeks were painted with excitement, his eyes kept leaking and his lips were parted. Viggo slid the young man’s cock deeper into his cavity. Orlando let go of a held gasp. It came out louder, than he had wanted to, resonating in the kitchen. People outside would probably be able to hear it. It bothered him, but he did not have the strength to care. He was tired, cosy and comfortable.
The only light in the bedroom was the moon showering their bodies in soft light. Viggo had pulled Orlando down between his legs and although the young man had never done this before, he didn't shy away but took Viggo’s cock in his mouth.
Obviously, there were not many alternatives in how a man took and received pleasure. He felt comfortable about it; he even enjoyed it. Sure, it was safe to say that it was not so different from how he liked to be suckled himself; it still was very different from him being the receiver.
Giving a man oral pleasure was much more intense. It was in the way of the certain sounds Viggo uttered, the way he cradled the back of Orlando head, and much more that had to do with when Orlando's fingers suddenly rested on Viggo's entrance. He tapped a bit which elicited a surprised groan from the older man.
“Oh! Orlando...” he breathed in rapture.
“I think... I need you inside me...” Viggo said and leaned back, dragging his knees with him. Orlando's eyelids fluttered a few times.
“You’re too small...,” he stated. Viggo nodded.
“You could help me... you use your finger like before, but with the purpose of getting me stretched.” Orlando nodded and frowning he spat on his finger. Counting to ten, he inserted the tip inside Viggo.
“And how often have you done this, Vig?” he said as he tested the motion. Viggo’s ring muscle was quite strong and grabbed the junction tightly.
“Not often enough,” Viggo said.
“When was the last time you did, Viggo?” Orlando asked; his eyelids lowered a bit making him look sinful.
“Four years ago. Stop talking. This is so good...”
“Yeah?” Orlando looked at his handiwork and pushed a bit harder sliding up further. Viggo gasped and the sound was infectious, making Orlando gasp too. From there, it all spiralled.
Orlando pressed his cock inside Viggo and panted as he waited for Viggo to adjust; the Dane had insisted. Viggo was sweating just as much as Orlando was. Then he felt Viggo’s hand on his thigh and the thrusting started. His eyes were resting on Viggo’s face at all time, reading and enjoying his every reaction. Shagging men wasn't so bad.
Viggo was fairly happy since he was having sex with Orlando. He knew he had been lucky the moment had been right. He just hoped Orlando was having such a good time he would want too it again...and again...
He laughed and reached for the tasty lips. Orlando bent and obliged.
The next morning everything was so quiet. No music, no laughs or bumping against the bedroom door.
Viggo slowly turned and embraced the still and beautiful body. He began kissing the shining skin. It was incredible how Orlando tasted. So soft and sweet like ice crème. He felt the stir of his lover who was awake now. He proceeded under the coverlet. Kissing the long scared spine and ended between the small butt cheeks. He started at the base of his spine and slowly dived downwards. Orlando shivered and when Viggo parted his buttocks and began licking his hole, Orlando groaned.
“FUCK!!” was all he said only he said it constantly. He trashed and in the end, Viggo decided to simply take him. Push his hard arousal into the wet hole and show Orlando what it felt like to be fucked senseless.
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“How was it?”
Orlando breathed deeply and evenly a few minutes coming down from his high.
“You’re right. Rimming was...um...” he laughed aloud, “was...um... quite delicious actually!” He turned his head and smiled at Viggo who quietly looked at him, enjoying the flush in his cheeks and the brilliance of his deep dark eyes.
“And the rest?” Viggo traced a finger down Orlando’s throat, his collarbone to encircle a freezing nipple.
Orlando shuddered at the sensation and swallowed a couple of times.
“It was alright, but Viggo...” he turned and looked at him. “Don’t get me wrong here, but the sex was very good... it’s just... that I...” he looked down.
“You’re not gay, Orlando. I know.”
“Right!” Orlando said relieved. “But I have tried gay sex now, and I liked it.” He suddenly laughed and hugged Viggo who laughed back.
Viggo then asked the obvious: “Would you try it again?”
Orlando kissed him deeply before he replied: “Maybe...” Then he rolled off the bed and dressed.
“You can use the shower if you want.”
Orlando came to him and buttoned his pants. “Yeah, thanks. But I’ll go shower at my own place. Will skip brunch, ok? See ya Friday then, Vig.” He kissed Viggo some more before reluctantly letting go of the man’s lips and left.
Viggo smiled. /Close enough. ‘Maybe’ is close enough./
Some time passed, and Orlando experienced more pain one morning. They were dull like the one combined with the vicious attack he tried to bury in the back of his mind, but then the whole hysteria welled up and he looked up Dr Pearson. The doctor examined him and to make sure the situation had not repeated itself Orlando once again found himself at the hospital for a full scan.
“Fuck! How could we miss THAT the last time?” Orlando heard Dr Pearson say loudly. Then he was taken to get a handheld scan of his abdomen.
Afterwards, Orlando lay waiting for the results as the doctors studied the scan prints. He was so nervous he cried. What had they overlooked the last time?
Pearson looked deeply worried as he entered the room and came to Orlando’s bed.
Orlando blurted out: “Please don’t tell me I'm missing another organ."
Pearson shook his head. “No, Orlando. Far from it.” He exchanged looks with a colleague who entered in the same instant.
“If it’s that terrible, I’d appreciate if you just said it!” Orlando snarled.
“Fine. I understand. When you had your kidney removed, somehow it was genetically manipulated and is now serving as a uterus. Moreover, you’re pregnant, Orlando!”
The young man just stared at Pearson as if expecting more to come, practically on the verge of asking: “Anything else?” Then he began laughing. “Oh well. What a relief.” He was actually relieved, but then the words finally sank in.
“...what?” he asked sitting up.
“You’re pregnant in what looks like the seventh week.” Pearson looked away. Orlando still looked like he wanted Pearson to tell him it was a practical joke. Nevertheless, the removal of his kidney had not been a joke either and so this new horrific situation was also reality. Moreover, if it was true then Orlando would very soon be a bit too interesting scientifically...
Orlando’s eyes darted to the side. The doctor who had performed the scans looked from his prints and to Orlando.
Orlando snatched his clothes and got dressed.
“Please calm down Mr Bloom and stay. We can run some more tests...”
“I bet you’d love to,” Orlando said. “Bill Pete, Pearson, I’m out of here.”
TBC...
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Part: 1/2
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk
Fandom: LOTR
Spoilers: none
Type: RPS, AU, MPREG
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
*** WARNINGS *** This story is rated NC-17 and contains: * Male slash * Language * MPREG * Mention of childbirth *
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Summary: Supernatural circumstances changes Orlando and Viggo’s lives.
Beta:
pipitta Bee Ta Baby. Thanks sweetie. You’re the best.Timeline: LOTR filming 2001
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Archive requests please contact the author.
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In the Corner of the Kitchen Counter part 1
© By Myr Juhl
Orlando felt himself rise to the surface, having had the most pleasurable dream. Wet dreams did not even come close to this one. He was oddly exhausted and he laughed. /Some fuck,/ just a shame he couldn’t remember the girl though. He tried to swing his legs out of the bed and groaned as he felt how his stomach hurt. He gasped. It was not a forceful pain, just a dull ache, but it was there. He managed to get up thinking what the hell he had done last night. He would have thought a drinking game with the Hobbits could have left him with a stomach-ache but it did not feel like a hangover, his head was fine.
Going to the bathroom, he pulled off his t-shirt and stepped in front of the mirror. Carefully, he smoothed his hands across his aching stomach. Then he realised his back was aching too. Come to think of it, it was increasing a bit.
He grabbed some pills from the cabinet and put them in a glass of water. They worked faster dissolved. Shortly after, he swallowed the contents with a grimace.
He turned to check his backside. It was a traditional morning procedure. The vision that met him had him stand in disbelief. His eyes blackened a few seconds but then he gained conscience. He stumbled back to the bed and saw blood on the sheets. He began crying like a child in deep distress and profound horror. With shaking hands, he dialled Fran’s number.
“You’ve got to come, Fran. My scar is bleeding. My scar is bleeding...”
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Soon Fran, Peter and the set doctor, Pearson, arrived at his house. Orlando lay quietly on the bed and let himself be examined during which not much talk was uttered.
“How did it happen?”
“I don’t know. I felt weird this morning. Had an intense and strange dream and felt pain when I stood up...i-i-in my stomach and back and then I saw it...in the mirror... the scar.”
“I have to be frank with you, Orlando. Your scar looks as if it has been cut open and sealed again. Damn well done, you wouldn’t have noticed if it hadn’t sprung open.”
“...what?” Orlando whispered shocked. Peter and Fran also sat with their mouths open in shock.
“But... I was here at home! All night! I have not been to the hospital! What is going on?”
“You had better get there fast, Orlando.”
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“Well, I have to agree with my colleague Dr Pearson. Somewhere between yesterday evening and this morning, you have been operated on Mr Bloom,” the hospital doctor said. Then he laughed nervously because what they were witnessing was physically impossible.
“I must have been abducted by aliens then?” Orlando deadpanned. It was not exactly an attempt at a joke and no one was laughing.
He was then taken for a scan and more shocking news were revealed. Someone had removed his left kidney. Orlando was frantic. How the medical procedure could have happened so fast there was no answer to and Orlando couldn’t really blame the experts. There were no leads anywhere to solve the mystery.
Orlando moved on with his life, and did not succumb to fear because nothing more happened.
His happy and easygoing nature returned tenfold. Some days he even felt euphoric and that was a blessing because he thought a lot about the incident.
Viggo and Orlando began the Rhôhan shootings with John Rhys-Davies for the second movie.
Viggo felt delighted with Orlando’s company. They bonded on several levels. Loved the outdoor life, photography, art, music, sex... How that happened was a mystery to them both. The age differences for one thing and the sexual preferences another, sharing such personal information.
Viggo said he had tried sex with men while being married to Exene. She had wanted to watch him having sex with a man of her choice. Viggo had declined furiously. Nevertheless, the seed had been planted and the thought haunted him. He didn’t want to want it. However, in the end he knew he had to try. Just once and he had loved it. He had bottomed and he came for hours on end - at least that’s how it felt...
Then he had stopped his story because Orlando’s eyes were bulging.
“Too much information, prissy Elf?”
Orlando suddenly laughed: “Yes - it was, but that’s ok. Just don’t tell me you lick arse too, Viggo!”
Only Viggo’s eyes told him that indeed he liked to lick arse as well.
“It’s called rimming, and it is fabulous. I love it.”
“Thanks - but no thanks for further details, Vig,” he laughed. Then Viggo hugged him and he felt how the young man relaxed in his arms. He buried his nose in the blond wig. Orlando’s scent was just underneath despite the hair products.
Viggo was slowly becoming attracted to the young man. He didn’t try stopping himself; it would be pointless.
Orlando liked Viggo; he was an amazing man and had tried so many things. He chose the oddest film parts and spoke many languages. Orlando knew he liked Viggo, but not in ‘that’ kind of way. Definitely not.
Despite the tough experience of the organ theft, Orlando still seemed to blossom. His skin was soft and glowing. The white in his eyes resembled porcelain. Even his sweat had a distinct sweeter fragrance. Orlando did not know these things but his colleagues noticed how radiantly his beauty had escalated. In addition, when he was dressed up as Legolas it seemed ridiculous that Aragorn was to marry Arwen. Legolas was the fairest of the Elves.
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One evening, the cast held one of their infamous private beach parties. The usual suspects were gathered. Hobbits, Men, Elves. It was one of their private parties held at Viggo’s place. Viggo was not there yet, but people came and went nevertheless.
Viggo came home after having had an appointment with his publicist to see his house invaded massively. At first, he growled but soon he did not mind although he had things on his mind he would have liked to do tonight. It would have to wait until tomorrow, which was their day off. The cast always held these parties before a day off. The good thing was though; if Viggo got tired, he could just go to his bedroom and let the others do what the fuck they wanted. People would come back tomorrow for brunch.
Orlando was dancing with other members of the cast. It was a special LOTR dance they had developed. No rules so any moves were allowed until rejected, and then you would have to leave. Orlando had won a few times but none of the rounds tonight. Therefore, he decided to go to the bathroom when he was rejected the third time. It wasn’t that much fun anyway.
He picked a couple of beers from the icy tub and went to the kitchen. There was nobody in there and he sighed as he pulled the ring and took a long gulp, belched loudly and let the can dangle from two fingers midair. He gathered that if he kept drinking at this rate, he would spend tomorrow sleeping with his mouth unattractively open and drool pooling on the sheets. He laughed at the image, and dropped his sandals as he heaved himself onto the corner of the kitchen counter. He knew he should not drink so much with only one kidney and he put the can away, apparently not drinking himself senseless after all.
A glass Viggo must have used this morning was still standing upside down on the dish tray. He bent and filled it with cool water, sipping the refreshing liquid in small measures within the next couple of seconds. Suddenly he looked up, and jerked surprised at finding Viggo standing in front of him. The door was shut. He just looked into his eyes, and there was a strange pull in his groin.
They said nothing, but their eyes talked. Orlando was having a moment; one of those where he knew he would grant what Viggo asked, and he was not afraid, he was rather tempted. They usually kissed each other affectionately, because that was Orlando’s way and Viggo would follow. How could he not?
There was no doubt in their minds that this evening would change their behaviour towards each other. It was already changing, every second.
As Viggo got closer, Orlando lifted his arms automatically to thread his fingers behind the older man's neck. He wasn't thinking, but he relished in the fact that Viggo always made him feel good. Viggo let Orlando pull him closer still, and put his hands on the younger man’s thighs.
Orlando registered how close to his hip joints Viggo's thumbs rested, the surprising arousal fit well into the feel of the moment. He did not mind if Viggo saw it but he wanted him to.
Their foreheads touched and when Viggo tilted his head slightly to his left, Orlando copied the motion and lips slid across lips a few times. Viggo smiled as he pulled away to have a better look at the Brit’s face. Orlando was not smiling; his eyes were closed and he leaned forward a bit indicating to Viggo to resume the welcoming kiss. Open-mouthed, they kissed, quietly, sensually and lovingly. The kiss was soundless despite the occasional saliva sliding on wet lips.
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The door to the kitchen was closed. Someone stood in front of it and wondered, but then decided to press the handle, open the door but then stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him.
Positioned on the kitchen counter, he saw how Orlando had his legs crossed high around Viggo's waist. He could easily see how they ground their crotches slowly and sensuously as they kissed. Their sounds were muffled completely. He heard no words escape the tight seal of their mouths.
Fascinated, he watched as the two kissed each other during the slow friction. He felt a bit envious. It was a very long time since he had’d ‘dry’ sex like that: Unhurried and agonisingly sensational, with a person he trusted and loved. He then realised what a revelation he witnessed tonight, between two people he had come to love deeply. He had always known that Orlando and Viggo had a ‘thing’ for each other whether Orlando would agree or not. His face was an open book, but it didn’t matter really, did it? The man backed away and managed to close the door as quietly as he had opened it.
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“Was someone just there?” Viggo gasped as he let go of Orlando’s swollen lips.
“I... I think so,” Orlando panted, matching Viggo's lack of breath. “Touch me, I am so close to coming.”
Viggo pulled Orlando’s zipper and the young man's cock was in his hand, arching like a proud swan’s neck. He smeared pre-come over the cock head, and Orlando's breath hitched, simply because Viggo had actually taking him in his hand.
No questions asked, no hesitation. Orlando looked into his eyes and Viggo suddenly pulled him to the floor. He put his tongue to the tip of his cock and tasted Orlando. Orlando sighed and dropped his head. His cheeks were painted with excitement, his eyes kept leaking and his lips were parted. Viggo slid the young man’s cock deeper into his cavity. Orlando let go of a held gasp. It came out louder, than he had wanted to, resonating in the kitchen. People outside would probably be able to hear it. It bothered him, but he did not have the strength to care. He was tired, cosy and comfortable.
The only light in the bedroom was the moon showering their bodies in soft light. Viggo had pulled Orlando down between his legs and although the young man had never done this before, he didn't shy away but took Viggo’s cock in his mouth.
Obviously, there were not many alternatives in how a man took and received pleasure. He felt comfortable about it; he even enjoyed it. Sure, it was safe to say that it was not so different from how he liked to be suckled himself; it still was very different from him being the receiver.
Giving a man oral pleasure was much more intense. It was in the way of the certain sounds Viggo uttered, the way he cradled the back of Orlando head, and much more that had to do with when Orlando's fingers suddenly rested on Viggo's entrance. He tapped a bit which elicited a surprised groan from the older man.
“Oh! Orlando...” he breathed in rapture.
“I think... I need you inside me...” Viggo said and leaned back, dragging his knees with him. Orlando's eyelids fluttered a few times.
“You’re too small...,” he stated. Viggo nodded.
“You could help me... you use your finger like before, but with the purpose of getting me stretched.” Orlando nodded and frowning he spat on his finger. Counting to ten, he inserted the tip inside Viggo.
“And how often have you done this, Vig?” he said as he tested the motion. Viggo’s ring muscle was quite strong and grabbed the junction tightly.
“Not often enough,” Viggo said.
“When was the last time you did, Viggo?” Orlando asked; his eyelids lowered a bit making him look sinful.
“Four years ago. Stop talking. This is so good...”
“Yeah?” Orlando looked at his handiwork and pushed a bit harder sliding up further. Viggo gasped and the sound was infectious, making Orlando gasp too. From there, it all spiralled.
Orlando pressed his cock inside Viggo and panted as he waited for Viggo to adjust; the Dane had insisted. Viggo was sweating just as much as Orlando was. Then he felt Viggo’s hand on his thigh and the thrusting started. His eyes were resting on Viggo’s face at all time, reading and enjoying his every reaction. Shagging men wasn't so bad.
Viggo was fairly happy since he was having sex with Orlando. He knew he had been lucky the moment had been right. He just hoped Orlando was having such a good time he would want too it again...and again...
He laughed and reached for the tasty lips. Orlando bent and obliged.
The next morning everything was so quiet. No music, no laughs or bumping against the bedroom door.
Viggo slowly turned and embraced the still and beautiful body. He began kissing the shining skin. It was incredible how Orlando tasted. So soft and sweet like ice crème. He felt the stir of his lover who was awake now. He proceeded under the coverlet. Kissing the long scared spine and ended between the small butt cheeks. He started at the base of his spine and slowly dived downwards. Orlando shivered and when Viggo parted his buttocks and began licking his hole, Orlando groaned.
“FUCK!!” was all he said only he said it constantly. He trashed and in the end, Viggo decided to simply take him. Push his hard arousal into the wet hole and show Orlando what it felt like to be fucked senseless.
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“How was it?”
Orlando breathed deeply and evenly a few minutes coming down from his high.
“You’re right. Rimming was...um...” he laughed aloud, “was...um... quite delicious actually!” He turned his head and smiled at Viggo who quietly looked at him, enjoying the flush in his cheeks and the brilliance of his deep dark eyes.
“And the rest?” Viggo traced a finger down Orlando’s throat, his collarbone to encircle a freezing nipple.
Orlando shuddered at the sensation and swallowed a couple of times.
“It was alright, but Viggo...” he turned and looked at him. “Don’t get me wrong here, but the sex was very good... it’s just... that I...” he looked down.
“You’re not gay, Orlando. I know.”
“Right!” Orlando said relieved. “But I have tried gay sex now, and I liked it.” He suddenly laughed and hugged Viggo who laughed back.
Viggo then asked the obvious: “Would you try it again?”
Orlando kissed him deeply before he replied: “Maybe...” Then he rolled off the bed and dressed.
“You can use the shower if you want.”
Orlando came to him and buttoned his pants. “Yeah, thanks. But I’ll go shower at my own place. Will skip brunch, ok? See ya Friday then, Vig.” He kissed Viggo some more before reluctantly letting go of the man’s lips and left.
Viggo smiled. /Close enough. ‘Maybe’ is close enough./
Some time passed, and Orlando experienced more pain one morning. They were dull like the one combined with the vicious attack he tried to bury in the back of his mind, but then the whole hysteria welled up and he looked up Dr Pearson. The doctor examined him and to make sure the situation had not repeated itself Orlando once again found himself at the hospital for a full scan.
“Fuck! How could we miss THAT the last time?” Orlando heard Dr Pearson say loudly. Then he was taken to get a handheld scan of his abdomen.
Afterwards, Orlando lay waiting for the results as the doctors studied the scan prints. He was so nervous he cried. What had they overlooked the last time?
Pearson looked deeply worried as he entered the room and came to Orlando’s bed.
Orlando blurted out: “Please don’t tell me I'm missing another organ."
Pearson shook his head. “No, Orlando. Far from it.” He exchanged looks with a colleague who entered in the same instant.
“If it’s that terrible, I’d appreciate if you just said it!” Orlando snarled.
“Fine. I understand. When you had your kidney removed, somehow it was genetically manipulated and is now serving as a uterus. Moreover, you’re pregnant, Orlando!”
The young man just stared at Pearson as if expecting more to come, practically on the verge of asking: “Anything else?” Then he began laughing. “Oh well. What a relief.” He was actually relieved, but then the words finally sank in.
“...what?” he asked sitting up.
“You’re pregnant in what looks like the seventh week.” Pearson looked away. Orlando still looked like he wanted Pearson to tell him it was a practical joke. Nevertheless, the removal of his kidney had not been a joke either and so this new horrific situation was also reality. Moreover, if it was true then Orlando would very soon be a bit too interesting scientifically...
Orlando’s eyes darted to the side. The doctor who had performed the scans looked from his prints and to Orlando.
Orlando snatched his clothes and got dressed.
“Please calm down Mr Bloom and stay. We can run some more tests...”
“I bet you’d love to,” Orlando said. “Bill Pete, Pearson, I’m out of here.”
TBC...
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Date: 2006-05-17 02:55 pm (UTC)Maybe you need to have a look around more before actually start posting? Your fics looks so alien in here.
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Date: 2006-05-17 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-17 07:23 pm (UTC)Hope you like ch. 2 as well.
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Date: 2006-05-17 07:29 pm (UTC)