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Title: Artist's Touch
Author: Tarissa
E-mail: tarissa521@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Type: AU RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: The actions and representations of these characters do not imply any truth about the real people they are based on.
Summary: Orlando needs help buying a painting...
BETA: THe wonderful Silvan_lady. Any mistakes left are completely my fault either where I revised afterward or ignored comments I should have listened to.

ARTIST'S TOUCH--

Orlando stepped into the London Art Gallery not sure what to expect. He was here because he knew that his sister really wanted an original painting for her birthday, so that's what he was going to try to get for her. The artist, whose opening he was at, was someone he'd never heard of, but when he asked around he'd been told the guy was good. He hoped so, considering his own eye for art was seriously lacking. Maybe he should have invited a date with some art experience. Too late now.

Orlando navigated through the throng of people to the paintings, eager to get in, pick something, and get out again. This wasn't his type of crowd. If he hurried maybe he would catch Dom and Billy at the pub. The first few paintings he managed to get close to were abstracts, and since Orlando could never tell whether abstract was good or not, he moved on.

Maybe there will be a nice picture of a bowl with some fruit in it or something. Even I could tell if that was good. If it looks like fruit, it's good.

Orlando, not wanting to push and shove, moved slowly through the crowd, trying to scan over the tops of their heads to find something he could actually recognize. He was standing in front of a painting trying to decide if it was a foot or another abstract when a man came and stood beside him.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"I don't get it," Orlando admitted. "Is it a foot or what?"

"It's impressionist. Impressionism is a mix of realism and abstract. The artist paints real things the way he sees them."

"Oh, I see," Orlando said, even through he really didn't. He squinted at the picture again, then finally said, "I just think it's a foot."

The man laughed and Orlando turned to look at him. He was well-dressed, but casual. He had black slacks and a jacket on over a button up blue silk shirt that made the gorgeous blue of his eyes stand out. The top buttons of the shirt were undone to reveal just the hint of a well-toned chest and Orlando quickly found himself wondering what the rest of his chest looked like.

"You looked confused," The man said, perhaps not reading the look on Orlando's face right. "I thought I might be able to help. So, since I can tell you aren't the typical kind of person who comes to these things, why are you here?"

"I am looking for something to give my sister for her birthday. She loves art, but I always just let the decorators pick out what's going to look good."

The man nodded as though he understood but his smile betrayed his amusement at the admission. "So do you have any idea what kind of art she likes?"

"Not really. I was thinking a bowl of fruit or a lighthouse or something like that."

The man laughed out loud and as he tried to contain his chuckles he said, "I don't think you'll find fruit or lighthouses here."

"Bloody hell! I knew I should have let someone else buy the damned thing for me!"

Orlando started to turn and walk away but the man grabbed his arm. "I think I might know of something she would like. Follow me."

Even as Orlando began to follow him, the man didn't let go of his arm, expertly guiding him through the maze of bodies. Orlando didn't mind; the gentle touch was sending little jolts of electricity down his spine. The man didn't let go until an older, prissy woman stopped him and cried, "Viggo! I wasn't sure you'd actually be here tonight. It's a lovely opening! If you're lucky I might actually buy something."

After Viggo had politely talked with her for a moment and was again leading Orlando through the crowd, Orlando asked, "You're the artist?!"

Viggo smiled but didn't answer as he guided Orlando to the back of the room and toward a door that said Employees Only. Viggo opened the door and motioned for Orlando to go through it.

"Why are we going back there?" Orlando asked, different parts of him nervous and excited at the same time.

The man was gorgeous, mature, refined, and reeked sex appeal like it was cheap perfume. On the other hand, he could be a murderer who plucked good-looking young men up at his shows and murdered them in the back room.

That amused smirk crept back onto his face before he answered simply, "I'm showing you the painting."

Viggo led Orlando through a few short, narrow hallways before opening another door that led to a room stacked high with odds and ends. Leaned up against a row of cabinets was a large canvas.

"Why is it not on display out front?" Orlando asked.

Viggo picked up the canvas. "I wasn't going to sell it."

When he turned it around Orlando's heart stopped. It was a superlative painting of a beautiful mare running side by side with a pretty young filly and a gangly colt through a field of tall grass and wildflowers. The sun shone bright in the upper left corner and there were faint beams from it that fell onto the sleek hides of the horses.

"Wow," Orlando said, stunned.

"Thanks. I painted it years ago and always intended to sell it, but it never felt right. I think maybe I was holding onto it until I found the right person. Now, I think you should have it."

"I … I don't know what to say. It's amazing."

"You don't have to say anything. I saw your face. If I'd had any doubts that this painting was meant for you, they disappeared the minute I saw the way you looked at it."

Orlando reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "How much for it? I'll buy it right now."

"15,000 dollars," Viggo said, grinning.

"Okay," Orlando said, not even noticing the look on Viggo's face in his rush to write the check like he thought Viggo was going to change his mind.

Viggo stepped close to Orlando and placed a warm hand on his cheek causing the younger man to look up.

"I was kidding," Viggo said, his face just inches from Orlando's own. "You can have the painting free of charge."

Orlando still held his checkbook and pen in his hands and Viggo was so close that the silk shirt tickled his knuckles. "I can't take it for free," he said, his voice coming out as barely more than a whisper.

"Hm, I might be able to think of some other way you could pay me then," Viggo whispered back, grabbing the checkbook and tossing it onto the floor. He placed his hands on Orlando's waist and gently pulled the young man's body against his own.

"I hardly think this would qualify as worthy payment," Orlando said, suddenly speaking in a much lower tone.

Viggo leaned down to place soft kisses along Orlando's jaw. "I think this will do just fine."

Orlando leaned into the kisses and tilted his head away to provide freer access when Viggo's kisses dropped down to his neck. Viggo nipped tenderly at Orlando's adam's apple then lifted his mouth to brush his lips against Orlando's softly. Viggo pulled back when Orlando tried to deepen the kiss.

"Now, now, hold on there, I don't even know your name," Viggo laughed.

"Orlando." The young man sighed, then he leaned in again.

"Well in that case," Viggo managed to say right before their lips were brought together.

Orlando slid his tongue across Viggo's lips until Viggo opened his mouth to Orlando's hungry exploration. Orlando licked and tasted as though he wanted to know every millimeter of Viggo's mouth, occasionally eliciting soft sounds of approval from the artist.

Both men managed to pull off their jackets without breaking the kiss but their shirts were going to be more difficult and so, with a slight whimper from Orlando, they pulled away and hastily removed their own clothing, everything landing in random piles on the floor. Viggo stepped back to where Orlando stood and grabbed his shoulders, holding him at arms length. He allowed his hungry gaze to travel slowly down Orlando’s lithe form, taking in the muscles that didn’t bulge but almost shyly hid beneath his skin.
“Gorgeous,” Viggo breathed.
With a quirk of his eyebrow and a more-than-suggestive look up and down Viggo’s body Orlando said, “You’re not so bad yourself, Artist.”
Viggo grinned and pulled Orlando so that their naked forms were flush against each other and caused their equally hard cocks to brush against each other. Orlando moaned loudly and pushed his hips forward at the contact. Viggo grabbed the sides of his face and brought their mouths together. The kiss was gentle at first, easing them back into the sensation but quickly their exploratory kisses turned wild and hungry and hands wandered, groping and teasing whatever they landed on. When Viggo's hands traveled down his stomach to the wiry curls beneath it, the younger man pulled them away, backed off of the kiss, and dropped to his knees.
With a grin Orlando reached up and slid his hands from Viggo's pecs, over his stomach, across his thighs and finally he wrapped one around Viggo’s good-sized cock that was standing up proudly. Keeping his eyes locked with Viggo's so that he could see the play of emotions across the man's face, Orlando slid his tongue along the underside of Viggo's organ causing him to suck in a breath. Orlando giggled and traced his tongue around the ridge of his head, sliding it along the raised skin and poking it at the hole that was already leaking precome. Viggo's ragged breathing had turned into ragged pants and his head dropped backward so that Orlando could no longer see his eyes.

It was time.

Orlando opened his mouth wide and enveloped Viggo's cock all the way down to the base in a single hungry gulp forcing a moan from the older man. Orlando pulled back and forth - one hand on Viggo's backside to anchor himself - never allowing himself to fall completely into a rhythm. When he could tell Viggo was close Orlando massaged his sack and used the other hand to gently slip into his crack and rub against his entrance.

Only moments later, Viggo came in violent shudders accompanied by loud grunts; the quivering of his legs forced him to drop to his knees. Still trembling slightly a few minutes later Viggo laughed and pulled Orlando into a deep kiss.

"That was worth the 15K right there." Viggo said as he pulled away.

Orlando pulled him back into the kiss and then lowered them both down to the floor so that he was on top of Viggo. "How quick can you recuperate, Artist?"

"Quick enough." Viggo replied, lifting his hips to meet Orlando's for emphasis.

"We'll see."

Orlando leaned down for another kiss and at the same time began to rock his hips against the older man's, rubbing his stiff erection against Viggo's still flaccid organ. It was only a few minutes before it came back to life.

"You've discovered Viagra, I see," Orlando joked.

"You should hope that you will be able to fuck like this when you're my age."

"Like what? I haven't seen you fuck anyone yet."

Viggo uttered a noise halfway between a laugh and a groan before he flipped Orlando over, pressed a bruising kiss to his lips, then dipped to his neck and his chest. He took a small, dark nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue tantalizingly over it. Orlando moaned and arched his back upward. When Viggo pulled away he blew cool air over the nipple, then applied the same torture to the other before tracing a line down Orlando's chest to his belly button with his tongue.

"Nice tattoo." Viggo commented and nipped at it.

"Fuck!" Orlando groaned.

"Like that, huh?"

Orlando didn't answer because Viggo did it again and then moved even further down Orlando's body tracing the light treasure trail of soft brown curls, then branching off to lick along the inside of Orlando's thigh.

Orlando's body was already shaking under the assault and Viggo had to put his hands on his hips to hold him down. Viggo was contentedly playing in Orlando's most sensitive area when Orlando reached down, grabbed his shoulders, and roughly pulled him up.

"Stop or I'm gonna come!" He gasped.

"Isn’t that the point?" Viggo asked, amused.

Orlando sat up and crawled over to where his pants had been hastily disposed of. He pulled out his wallet and from that a condom.

"Here," He said, coming back over and sitting in front of Viggo.

Viggo raised his eyebrows but took the offered item.

"No lube so, uh, be careful," Orlando whispered hesitantly.

"Let's see what I might have."

From the pockets of his own pants he retrieved a small tube of lubrication. It was Orlando's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Are you in the habit of seducing young men who come to your shows?"

Viggo laughed. "Not in many, many years, but I'm always prepared."

Orlando nodded, understanding, and let Viggo push him back to the floor. Orlando lifted his legs and watched as Viggo squeezed lube onto his fingers, then he lightly stroked the full length of Orlando's now-exposed crack before focusing on his sensitive hole. That alone had him panting and gasping, so when Viggo slowly pushed a finger inside him he wasn't surprised to hear the loud groan escape his lips. Orlando relaxed quickly and in a short time Viggo had stretched him to three fingers.

Viggo settled his body over Orlando's and leaned down to taste those seductive lips again.

"You ready, beautiful?"

"Mm-hmm."

Viggo rolled the condom on and then pushed in at a pace that was agonizingly slow for both of them but achieved the desired results as Orlando let out a stream of unintelligible curses and thrust up hard.

"Come on, Viggo, I thought you bragged about how you fuck!" Orlando growled out when Viggo stopped moving for a moment.

"I don't have to brag, sweet thing," Viggo cooed, struggling to catch his breath. "I just stopped to look at you. You're gorgeous."

He then began thrusting harder and faster, each impalement bringing out a new curse word from Orlando. The boy was coming up with words Viggo had never even heard before!

Orlando had been close before they even started and Viggo could see the struggle to hold back his climax all over the boy's taut features. That just wouldn't do. Viggo reached between their bodies and tugged on Orlando's cock in time with his thrusts and brought the boy to his peak.

Orlando's explosive orgasm jolted through them both just a moment later as his body spasmed around Viggo's cock.

"Oh god," Viggo breathed lowering his head to Orlando's shoulder as he began losing control of his thrusts and pounded relentlessly into the young man still trembling in the wake of his climax. Viggo came shortly afterward with Orlando's name on his lips.

They had been lying on the floor entwined in each other's arms when Orlando spoke up.

"So are you going to be in town for a while?"