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vigorliTitle: Open Studio
Author: Vatulele
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A day in the Mortensen-Bloom studio.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: It's all made up, not real, fake, fake, fake. I've never met Orlando or Viggo. All this has come from my crazy imagination. So don't sue because you wont get any money because I'm poor and have no money.
Feedback: It's like a popsicle on a hot day, or watermelon on the 4th of July...Esential
"We need to order some more acrylic paints love." Orlando said from under the supply counter in the spacious studio they shared. Viggo looked up from the pallet of greens he was currently mixing.
"Well, we wouldn't run out if you'd just glaze your pieces instead of using all my paint." Orlando popped up from under the counter grinning.
"Well I'm shit at mixing glazes, so until I master that feat, I'm using your paints," He returned to the cabinet with the paints. "We're completely out of yellow and don't blame that one one me. You did three straight canvases with yellow." Viggo grinned as he continued to mix the greens. He'd used the last container of yellow to make the greens.
"Why don't you get back on you're wheel and leave me to paint in peace love,?" Viggo said, causing Orlando to huff indignantly.
"I'm not working with the wheel today because someone decided to bugger me senseless, while I was on it yesterday, and that someone made the weight go off kilter. So I'm doing all my projects by hand today." Orlando said as he slammed a box of clay onto the counter. Viggo put down the palate and walked towards his lover. "No, no sucking up now Vig, nuh uh, nope you already screwed up." Viggo grabbed Orlando around the waist and nuzzled his neck, “Stop it I’m...” The rest of Orlando’s sentence was lost as Viggo nipped at his lovers ear. Viggo turned Orlando around, and caressed his cheek, a trail of green paint followed the older mans thumb.
“I love you Orlando.” Viggo said staring intently at his lover.
“I know.” Orlando said simply before crushing Viggo’s lips against his own. Viggo moaned, running his hands along Orlando’s shoulders.
“Holy shit!” Orlando and Viggo quickly broke apart and turned towards the studio’s door where Henry stood holding a box of paint. “Don’t you two ever stop fucking each other like rabbits?” Orlando and Viggo smirked at the young man. “I came all the way over here to bring you your paints and I’m treated to porn.” He said acting the innocent virgin as he walked towards his father and ‘step-dad’.
“Aww don’t act so scandalized Hen,” Orlando said fondly, reaching up to ruffle the young mans hair. “we saw that tape of you and Kelly Osbourne. Like father like son huh Hen? Going for the rocker chicks.” Orlando grinned mischievously as Henry’s eyes doubled in size and his face got three shades redder.
"You win. I'll leave. Just no fucking in my bedroom." Henry looked at the slightly guilty expression on Viggo and Orlando's faces. "Oh gross, my room?! Ugh I've had sex on that bed. I'm moving out. Later Dad. Bye Orlando." The couple waited before they couldn't hear Henry's footsteps anymore.
"Where were we love?" Viggo asked stepping towards Orlando with a smile on his face.
Author: Vatulele
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A day in the Mortensen-Bloom studio.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: It's all made up, not real, fake, fake, fake. I've never met Orlando or Viggo. All this has come from my crazy imagination. So don't sue because you wont get any money because I'm poor and have no money.
Feedback: It's like a popsicle on a hot day, or watermelon on the 4th of July...Esential
"We need to order some more acrylic paints love." Orlando said from under the supply counter in the spacious studio they shared. Viggo looked up from the pallet of greens he was currently mixing.
"Well, we wouldn't run out if you'd just glaze your pieces instead of using all my paint." Orlando popped up from under the counter grinning.
"Well I'm shit at mixing glazes, so until I master that feat, I'm using your paints," He returned to the cabinet with the paints. "We're completely out of yellow and don't blame that one one me. You did three straight canvases with yellow." Viggo grinned as he continued to mix the greens. He'd used the last container of yellow to make the greens.
"Why don't you get back on you're wheel and leave me to paint in peace love,?" Viggo said, causing Orlando to huff indignantly.
"I'm not working with the wheel today because someone decided to bugger me senseless, while I was on it yesterday, and that someone made the weight go off kilter. So I'm doing all my projects by hand today." Orlando said as he slammed a box of clay onto the counter. Viggo put down the palate and walked towards his lover. "No, no sucking up now Vig, nuh uh, nope you already screwed up." Viggo grabbed Orlando around the waist and nuzzled his neck, “Stop it I’m...” The rest of Orlando’s sentence was lost as Viggo nipped at his lovers ear. Viggo turned Orlando around, and caressed his cheek, a trail of green paint followed the older mans thumb.
“I love you Orlando.” Viggo said staring intently at his lover.
“I know.” Orlando said simply before crushing Viggo’s lips against his own. Viggo moaned, running his hands along Orlando’s shoulders.
“Holy shit!” Orlando and Viggo quickly broke apart and turned towards the studio’s door where Henry stood holding a box of paint. “Don’t you two ever stop fucking each other like rabbits?” Orlando and Viggo smirked at the young man. “I came all the way over here to bring you your paints and I’m treated to porn.” He said acting the innocent virgin as he walked towards his father and ‘step-dad’.
“Aww don’t act so scandalized Hen,” Orlando said fondly, reaching up to ruffle the young mans hair. “we saw that tape of you and Kelly Osbourne. Like father like son huh Hen? Going for the rocker chicks.” Orlando grinned mischievously as Henry’s eyes doubled in size and his face got three shades redder.
"You win. I'll leave. Just no fucking in my bedroom." Henry looked at the slightly guilty expression on Viggo and Orlando's faces. "Oh gross, my room?! Ugh I've had sex on that bed. I'm moving out. Later Dad. Bye Orlando." The couple waited before they couldn't hear Henry's footsteps anymore.
"Where were we love?" Viggo asked stepping towards Orlando with a smile on his face.
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Date: 2006-06-06 03:49 am (UTC)Mind if I friend you?
*makes a flying leap while screaming a battle cry, attempting to get the paint tube*
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Date: 2006-06-06 08:10 am (UTC)Sure! I was just going to ask you the same thing!
*Grabs hold of your shorts effectively pantsying you and leaps over you to get the paint and reach the door first*