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Late Christmas fic
Title: The Christmas Surprise
Author: angel_miyu
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Beta: Juniper
Summary: The magic of Christmas is in the air as two lonely hearts are granted their deepest Christmas wishes.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me and I don’t know them. The story is just fiction
Diane couldn’t help but feel sorry for Orlando. She had immediately liked him upon meeting him on the set of Troy, and anytime she got him to talk about Viggo she felt badly and wanted to help him. Today it was the same as always. Orlando and she had both been in town and had decided to meet and catch up a bit. The moment she looked into his eyes, she had noticed his loneliness.
Now, about three hours later, she wondered what she could do to remove the loneliness from his eyes. Christmas was coming and Diane wanted to make her friend happy once more. She wanted him to forget the misery that his shyness had gotten him into. The thought that Orlando would spend this Christmas alone in some hotel room made her sad. The young man deserved better than that.
Suddenly, as she walked the cold city streets, Diane had an idea. At first she couldn’t help but wonder if it would work, but if it did work – and if she knew him like she thought she knew him – Orlando would have a great Christmas. A wide smile spread across her face as she took out her mobile and dialled a number.
“Hello, Sean? This is Diane. Listen, I just had an idea.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Viggo sat alone in his living room. It was the last Sunday in before Christmas. The holiday was so close that the American could taste it. He would spend it alone. As much as he liked being alone at times, Viggo disliked feeling lonely.
His original plan had been to spend Christmas Eve with his son and his ex-wife, but Exene had called and told him she and Henry would be spending this Christmas with her parents. As a result, his plans had changed – Viggo just didn’t get along as well with Exene’s parents since the divorce.
The ringing of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts. With a weary sigh, Viggo stood up and made his way through the chaos in the living room to the door, where he opened the door.
The moment the door swung open, Sean Bean walked past him and into the hall, barely saying, “Hello”. Viggo watched surprised as his friend walked into the living room and stopped just before falling over some books that were lying just inside the entrance.
“Hell, Viggo. What are you trying to do in here? Never see the floor again?” Sean asked, shaking his head. He really couldn’t understand the American sometimes. In fact, he had nearly stopped trying what was a hopeless task from his point of view.
“What are you doing here, Sean? And what the hell do you want?” Viggo’s tone wasn’t very friendly, his guard had been raised by the tone of the Brit’s questions about the comfortable chaos in his living room.
“Well, I’m happy to see you, too,” Sean mocked lightly, “I wanted to visit you. We haven’t seen each other in quite some time. But if you aren’t happy to see me, I’ll go.”
Viggo shook his head in defeat. How could he have forgotten how good Sean was at this – manipulating his feelings so he would listen to whatever the Brit had to say? The American sighed, “Have a seat, Sean.”
The blond man nodded, searching for a moment and unable to find a place on the sofa that wasn’t stuffed with reminders of Viggo’s life. After a moment he simply gave up and made himself some room. When he had sat down Viggo looked at him expectantly.
“Well, Viggo. To make a long story short, a friend of mine phoned me several days ago and together we decided to give you the chance to undo the mistake you made years ago…” At Sean’s statement, Viggo had the feeling that he was in trouble.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Orlando trudged back to his hotel through the dirty snow. It was Christmas Even and he had spent the last hour or so in church. It wouldn’t seem like Christmas if he didn’t keep at least some of his traditions. It had made him feel at home for the short time he had been there.
The Brit crossed the street and hurried into the front entrance of the hotel. It had started to snow again and the warmth of the room melted the fresh flakes that had snagged in his curls, leaving them slightly damp. He felt relieved when his body started to warm up a little.
The tired young man walked through the hall and into the waiting elevator, pressing the button for the seventh floor. Fatigue and sadness began to creep up inside of him. Tonight was Christmas Eve and he would be alone again, as he was throughout the whole of the year… alone with his wishes, dreams and regrets. Yes, Orlando had a lot of regrets. His biggest regret was that he had never had or found the courage to go for the one thing he had longed for since New Zealand. It was too late now. He knew himself…how often had he decided to call and just tell him? How many times had he let the fear of rejection keep him from doing it? The door of the elevator opened and he stepped out, making his way to his room.
Standing in front of the door to his room, he had the feeling that something was amiss. He couldn’t pin down what was making him feel that way, but instinct made him worry, nonetheless. He swiped his key card through the slot and pushed his door open. Bending in the entryway, he removed his shoes and socks and straightened, hanging his coat on the hook near the door. Leaving the entry, he froze the moment he stepped into the room. He hadn’t decorated his room…he hadn’t even wanted to think about decorating his room. He knew it would only make him even lonelier to be in a festive setting all by himself.
Now the whole hotel suite was decorated. Everything in the room screamed that it was Christmas. Orlando could even smell it in the cinnamon and dried orange scented air. Christmas Eve with his family had always smelled like this! Soft Christmas carols played in the background, and while the Brit thought this was a wonderful surprise, he couldn’t help but wonder who had surprised him. Walking through the sitting room, he noticing that dinner – for two – had been laid on the coffee table.
Nearing the bedroom, he heard someone humming along softly to the music. Orlando stepped through the door and would have laughed if he hadn’t been so shocked. Standing in a chair by the window, trying to arrange some decorations, stood Viggo Mortensen. Not only was Viggo in his room – he was wearing a ridiculous Santa hat.
He would never have believed that one of his friends would go to the trouble of decorating for him. The fact that Viggo was the friend who had done this for him confused him.
While Orlando stood in the doorway trying to decide what he should do, Viggo caught the Brit’s reflection in the darkened window and nearly fell out of the chair in shock. Catching himself, he turned with a wide smile. “Orlando! You’re early!”
Orlando stood baffled for a moment but then returned the grin, suddenly feeling a lot more at ease. “Early? I’m living here – for the moment, that is.”
Viggo jumped down from the chair and approached Orlando, burying him in a big bear hug before the Brit could realize what was happening. Orlando returned the hug, smiling at seeing his friend once more.
“Have I told you that I missed you, prissy elf?” Viggo whispered into his ear, causing Orlando to shiver at the feel of the American’s breath ghosting over his neck.
“Not until now.” He whispered back.
He heard Viggo laugh softly and Christmas suddenly seemed to be brighter than he had thought it was just minutes ago.
Viggo wondered if he should let Orlando go - he probably should, but he just didn’t feel like it. For a moment he just wanted to enjoy having the man of his dreams in his arms. Letting his hand run up and down the younger man’s back, he pressed Orlando even closer, thinking about the things Sean had said and remembering the reason he had come here.
“So, Vig. Why are you here? I thought you would spend Christmas with Henry?” Orlando had pushed slightly away, so he could look into Viggo’s eyes.
The older man smiled at him. “I thought, I would come here and surprise you. We haven’t seen each other in a while. When you weren’t here, I just decided to decorate a bit – bring a little bit more Christmas feeling in here, you know?”
Orlando didn’t really believe him. Not the part about surprising him – more the part where Viggo had said that he hadn’t known the Brit would be there. He let the matter slide, however, just wanting to relax and enjoy the company of the man he had loved for so long but had never told so.
Viggo noticed that they were still standing in the doorway when he suddenly remembered something that would give him the chance to do something he had always wanted to do. His heart started to pound and he felt nervous, like a teenager about to kiss his first lover. The only thing that wasn’t right about this feeling was that Viggo was no longer a teenager and the young man in front of him not his first lover .
“Orlando?”
“Hm?”
“Do you know what happens when you stand under mistletoe?” Viggo asked quietly, hoping that his voice wasn’t shaking as bad as it seemed to him.
Orlando looked up and froze. Yes, he remembered what should happen if someone stood under the mistletoe on Christmas, but would Viggo really want to follow through? Would he take advantage now, when Orlando stood under this mistletoe? Would the American kiss him?
“Do you, Orlando?” Viggo prompted, looking deeply into the other man’s eyes. For the first time he saw something there that was very similar to the things he felt whenever he looked at Orlando. Shyness, longing, and most of all, something he had always missed…love.
“Yes…” Orlando whispered and Viggo smiled, leaning over as Orlando’s eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted. Their lips met and the kiss was slow – gentle and innocent. Viggo refrained from using his tongue, afraid of frightening the younger man away…something he did not want to do.
Orlando enjoyed the kiss, loving it as much as the man who was giving it to him. Viggo’s lips were soft in contrast to the slightly stubbly skin of his chin. He could tell the older man was holding back…could feel it in the way the arms around him tightened, pulling him closer. Luxuriating in the heat from the American’s body, Orlando decided this was just where he wanted to be.
Orlando’s eyes opened when they broke apart in need for air. Viggo gasped when he saw the lust blackened eyes. Deep in those dilated eyes, he saw the same thing he had seen before he had kissed the Brit…love.
For a moment there was complete silence between the two. The only noise was the soft tinkling of a Christmas carol, playing in the background. Orlando wasn’t sure what he should do or say, not wanting to break this magical moment. The only thing Viggo could think of was his need to kiss Orlando again…and letting it lead to wherever it may lead…if the Brit would allow it.
“May I kiss you again, Orlando?” Viggo whispered, causing Orlando’s heart to thunder inside his chest. An internal voice screamed ‘YES’ at the top of his lungs, but all he could manage in reply was a very silent and shy “Yes.”
The soft-spoken assent was all Viggo needed to take control. The next kiss was not at all innocent. After a few seconds, Viggo’s tongue brushed softly against Orlando’s bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. When the Brit parted his lips a little, Viggo felt like he had won an important victory. He carefully deepened the kiss, letting his tongue explore the younger man’s willing mouth. Orlando didn’t remain passive – moaning softly, he kissed back.
Viggo’s hands began to wander a bit, one resting against the back of Orlando’s head and holding him carefully in place. The other wandered down over Orlando’s back, loving the way the younger man relaxed against him – letting Viggo know that he liked the kiss and would accept anything that happened to him right at this moment.
He didn’t notice when Viggo turned him around and slowly lead him to the bed, breaking the kiss only long enough to get some air into their lungs before starting to kiss again. The Brit only noticed his surroundings when he was carefully laid back onto the soft fabric of the bed covers. Viggo had broken the kiss and was now towering over him, looking into his eyes searchingly.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered against Orlando’s kiss swollen lips. The young man just smiled up at him confidently, eyes full of love and trust. Viggo couldn’t ever remember anyone looking at him that way. No one had ever shown him such trust, and in this moment he swore to himself to never betray that trust – come what may.
“I am.” Orlando breathed, wanting Viggo to continue and never wanting him to stop.
Viggo bathed Orlando’s neck with tiny kisses and he sighed in pleasure. The Brit loved the way Viggo’s lips felt against the sensitive skin of his neck and throat. It was a million times better than he had imagined it would be. He grasped at Viggo’s body, hugging him close and letting his hands run over the muscular back above him. He had fantasized about such moments but now found that the reality was far beyond his wildest dreams.
Viggo’s hands wandered over Orlando’s chest, caressing through the fabric of the sweater the younger man was wearing. Slipping under the woollen fabric, the calloused hands burned him with gentle touches. The Brit gasped softly in surprise.
“Up!” Viggo ordered in a hoarse voice and Orlando did as he was told, letting the older man remove his sweater so his chest was laid bare in front of the American.
Viggo couldn’t help but stare. Orlando’s chest was olive-toned, the nipples tight without even being touched. He leaned down and licked slowly over one of the dusky points, feeling it grow tighter under his tongue and pulling a moan from the young Brit. Orlando tasted as delicious as Viggo had thought he would. He kissed and licked at one nipple, letting his fingers toy with the other one, working to pull more of those sweet sounds from the younger man.
Several moments later, Viggo began to wander again, kissing a path along the path of Orlando’s fluttering stomach muscles. Tasting as much as he could of the Brit, he knew that even though he had control over himself right now, he wouldn’t be able to keep control for much longer. He knew that Orlando was hard and he wasn’t doing any better, himself. His pants were painfully tight by now.
Looking at Orlando, Viggo decided that there would be enough time to explore later. At this moment, he only wanted to fulfil his and his lover’s desire. Opened the button of Orlando’s pants, he pulled them and the boxers underneath down and off. Finally, the younger man lay before him in all his naked glory. Even as far gone as Viggo was, he couldn’t help but admire the beauty in front of him.
Orlando’s breath grew heavier when he saw the look in Viggo’s eyes. All the lust, all the adoration, all the love...this was how he had always wanted it to be.
The older man leaned down again and had Orlando writhing in mere seconds. Orlando felt like he was being tortured in the sweetest way he could ever imagine. Viggo’s mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, setting his body aflame. He avoided touching the young man’s erection, driving Orlando insane.
After a while he couldn’t take anymore. “Vig… Please…” He gasped.
Viggo brought his hand up from between his lover’s legs, where he had been caressing the sensitive skin of Orlando’s inner thighs. He smiled down at him lovingly. “Tell me what you want, angel,” He whispered, wanting the young man to give him spoken permission.
Orlando tried to form a logical sentence, failing miserably. He could only concentrate on the heat from Viggo’s body, the smell that seemed to surround him, the sweat caused by the other man’s touch, and the longing he felt for his lover. The kisses Viggo pressed against his shoulders didn’t help matters any. “Want you… Please, Vig.” He couldn’t force any more words past his lips, but didn’t have to. It was enough.
“Help me out of these and I’ll give you what you want,” Viggo rasped and Orlando was happy to oblige. The younger man couldn’t help but wonder why Viggo carried lube and condoms around in the pocket of his jeans, but for the moment, the only thing that really mattered was that it was there.
Allowing Viggo to take control of the situation, he turned onto his stomach as Viggo began to carefully prepare him. He wondered at how lucky his life had been since he had walked through the door of his suite tonight. Perhaps it was a Christmas miracle. He only hoped it would last.
Coherent thought was banished when he felt something larger than Viggo’s fingers begin to push against the tight opening of his body. He froze for a moment before he consciously began to relax, letting the American push his way inside of him. When Viggo was completely inside him – at long last – he sighed.
Viggo gave him a few moments to get used to the feeling of being filled so completely before he began to thrust. The first movement wrung a whimper of pleasure from Orlando’s throat. Viggo’s first thought was to earn some more of those delicious sounds. All of the rest of his thoughts centred around one phrase: “I love you, I love you…”
Orlando wasn’t sure if he was talking or making sounds or doing something else. The only thing he knew for sure was that Viggo’s second thrust had met his sweet spot, taking away the last of his clear thoughts. He was thrusting back, giving himself completely to the other man and loving it.
The speed increased as they both approached orgasm. As much as they both wanted this to last, they both knew that the end was near. They had wanted each other for too long to hold back now.
When Viggo grasped Orlando’s cock and began fisting it, the younger man lost all semblance of control and came, crying out his lover’s name. The incredible heat that surrounded Viggo clenched and he too came, collapsing above Orlando with a low moan.
Then there was silence…broken only by heavy breathing and rustling as Viggo slowly pulled out and disposed of the condom, returning to lie beside the younger man.
After several moments had passed, Orlando turned to look into Viggo’s eyes and smiled shyly. “Vig?”
“Hm?”
“What are we now?” He asked in a quiet and uncertain voice.
“What do you want us to be?” Viggo answered with a question of his own, wanting to bite off his tongue the moment he saw the scared gaze the question wrought. Before the doubt he saw in Orlando’s eyes could deepen, he continued, “I love you, angel.”
“Really?” Orlando asked, not allowing himself any hope, afraid it would only be squashed.
Viggo smiled, pulling Orlando into his arms. “Really.”
Orlando’s shining smile lit the room like a thousand sunrises. The Brit snuggled close to Viggo, resting his head against the older man’s shoulder as he whispered, “I love you, too.”
There was silence for several moments and Viggo closed his eyes, ready for sleep.
“Vig, how come you had condoms and lube with you?”
Viggo smiled into the darkness.
“I was hoping for a Christmas surprise.”
End
December 2004
Author: angel_miyu
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Beta: Juniper
Summary: The magic of Christmas is in the air as two lonely hearts are granted their deepest Christmas wishes.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me and I don’t know them. The story is just fiction
Diane couldn’t help but feel sorry for Orlando. She had immediately liked him upon meeting him on the set of Troy, and anytime she got him to talk about Viggo she felt badly and wanted to help him. Today it was the same as always. Orlando and she had both been in town and had decided to meet and catch up a bit. The moment she looked into his eyes, she had noticed his loneliness.
Now, about three hours later, she wondered what she could do to remove the loneliness from his eyes. Christmas was coming and Diane wanted to make her friend happy once more. She wanted him to forget the misery that his shyness had gotten him into. The thought that Orlando would spend this Christmas alone in some hotel room made her sad. The young man deserved better than that.
Suddenly, as she walked the cold city streets, Diane had an idea. At first she couldn’t help but wonder if it would work, but if it did work – and if she knew him like she thought she knew him – Orlando would have a great Christmas. A wide smile spread across her face as she took out her mobile and dialled a number.
“Hello, Sean? This is Diane. Listen, I just had an idea.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Viggo sat alone in his living room. It was the last Sunday in before Christmas. The holiday was so close that the American could taste it. He would spend it alone. As much as he liked being alone at times, Viggo disliked feeling lonely.
His original plan had been to spend Christmas Eve with his son and his ex-wife, but Exene had called and told him she and Henry would be spending this Christmas with her parents. As a result, his plans had changed – Viggo just didn’t get along as well with Exene’s parents since the divorce.
The ringing of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts. With a weary sigh, Viggo stood up and made his way through the chaos in the living room to the door, where he opened the door.
The moment the door swung open, Sean Bean walked past him and into the hall, barely saying, “Hello”. Viggo watched surprised as his friend walked into the living room and stopped just before falling over some books that were lying just inside the entrance.
“Hell, Viggo. What are you trying to do in here? Never see the floor again?” Sean asked, shaking his head. He really couldn’t understand the American sometimes. In fact, he had nearly stopped trying what was a hopeless task from his point of view.
“What are you doing here, Sean? And what the hell do you want?” Viggo’s tone wasn’t very friendly, his guard had been raised by the tone of the Brit’s questions about the comfortable chaos in his living room.
“Well, I’m happy to see you, too,” Sean mocked lightly, “I wanted to visit you. We haven’t seen each other in quite some time. But if you aren’t happy to see me, I’ll go.”
Viggo shook his head in defeat. How could he have forgotten how good Sean was at this – manipulating his feelings so he would listen to whatever the Brit had to say? The American sighed, “Have a seat, Sean.”
The blond man nodded, searching for a moment and unable to find a place on the sofa that wasn’t stuffed with reminders of Viggo’s life. After a moment he simply gave up and made himself some room. When he had sat down Viggo looked at him expectantly.
“Well, Viggo. To make a long story short, a friend of mine phoned me several days ago and together we decided to give you the chance to undo the mistake you made years ago…” At Sean’s statement, Viggo had the feeling that he was in trouble.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Orlando trudged back to his hotel through the dirty snow. It was Christmas Even and he had spent the last hour or so in church. It wouldn’t seem like Christmas if he didn’t keep at least some of his traditions. It had made him feel at home for the short time he had been there.
The Brit crossed the street and hurried into the front entrance of the hotel. It had started to snow again and the warmth of the room melted the fresh flakes that had snagged in his curls, leaving them slightly damp. He felt relieved when his body started to warm up a little.
The tired young man walked through the hall and into the waiting elevator, pressing the button for the seventh floor. Fatigue and sadness began to creep up inside of him. Tonight was Christmas Eve and he would be alone again, as he was throughout the whole of the year… alone with his wishes, dreams and regrets. Yes, Orlando had a lot of regrets. His biggest regret was that he had never had or found the courage to go for the one thing he had longed for since New Zealand. It was too late now. He knew himself…how often had he decided to call and just tell him? How many times had he let the fear of rejection keep him from doing it? The door of the elevator opened and he stepped out, making his way to his room.
Standing in front of the door to his room, he had the feeling that something was amiss. He couldn’t pin down what was making him feel that way, but instinct made him worry, nonetheless. He swiped his key card through the slot and pushed his door open. Bending in the entryway, he removed his shoes and socks and straightened, hanging his coat on the hook near the door. Leaving the entry, he froze the moment he stepped into the room. He hadn’t decorated his room…he hadn’t even wanted to think about decorating his room. He knew it would only make him even lonelier to be in a festive setting all by himself.
Now the whole hotel suite was decorated. Everything in the room screamed that it was Christmas. Orlando could even smell it in the cinnamon and dried orange scented air. Christmas Eve with his family had always smelled like this! Soft Christmas carols played in the background, and while the Brit thought this was a wonderful surprise, he couldn’t help but wonder who had surprised him. Walking through the sitting room, he noticing that dinner – for two – had been laid on the coffee table.
Nearing the bedroom, he heard someone humming along softly to the music. Orlando stepped through the door and would have laughed if he hadn’t been so shocked. Standing in a chair by the window, trying to arrange some decorations, stood Viggo Mortensen. Not only was Viggo in his room – he was wearing a ridiculous Santa hat.
He would never have believed that one of his friends would go to the trouble of decorating for him. The fact that Viggo was the friend who had done this for him confused him.
While Orlando stood in the doorway trying to decide what he should do, Viggo caught the Brit’s reflection in the darkened window and nearly fell out of the chair in shock. Catching himself, he turned with a wide smile. “Orlando! You’re early!”
Orlando stood baffled for a moment but then returned the grin, suddenly feeling a lot more at ease. “Early? I’m living here – for the moment, that is.”
Viggo jumped down from the chair and approached Orlando, burying him in a big bear hug before the Brit could realize what was happening. Orlando returned the hug, smiling at seeing his friend once more.
“Have I told you that I missed you, prissy elf?” Viggo whispered into his ear, causing Orlando to shiver at the feel of the American’s breath ghosting over his neck.
“Not until now.” He whispered back.
He heard Viggo laugh softly and Christmas suddenly seemed to be brighter than he had thought it was just minutes ago.
Viggo wondered if he should let Orlando go - he probably should, but he just didn’t feel like it. For a moment he just wanted to enjoy having the man of his dreams in his arms. Letting his hand run up and down the younger man’s back, he pressed Orlando even closer, thinking about the things Sean had said and remembering the reason he had come here.
“So, Vig. Why are you here? I thought you would spend Christmas with Henry?” Orlando had pushed slightly away, so he could look into Viggo’s eyes.
The older man smiled at him. “I thought, I would come here and surprise you. We haven’t seen each other in a while. When you weren’t here, I just decided to decorate a bit – bring a little bit more Christmas feeling in here, you know?”
Orlando didn’t really believe him. Not the part about surprising him – more the part where Viggo had said that he hadn’t known the Brit would be there. He let the matter slide, however, just wanting to relax and enjoy the company of the man he had loved for so long but had never told so.
Viggo noticed that they were still standing in the doorway when he suddenly remembered something that would give him the chance to do something he had always wanted to do. His heart started to pound and he felt nervous, like a teenager about to kiss his first lover. The only thing that wasn’t right about this feeling was that Viggo was no longer a teenager and the young man in front of him not his first lover .
“Orlando?”
“Hm?”
“Do you know what happens when you stand under mistletoe?” Viggo asked quietly, hoping that his voice wasn’t shaking as bad as it seemed to him.
Orlando looked up and froze. Yes, he remembered what should happen if someone stood under the mistletoe on Christmas, but would Viggo really want to follow through? Would he take advantage now, when Orlando stood under this mistletoe? Would the American kiss him?
“Do you, Orlando?” Viggo prompted, looking deeply into the other man’s eyes. For the first time he saw something there that was very similar to the things he felt whenever he looked at Orlando. Shyness, longing, and most of all, something he had always missed…love.
“Yes…” Orlando whispered and Viggo smiled, leaning over as Orlando’s eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted. Their lips met and the kiss was slow – gentle and innocent. Viggo refrained from using his tongue, afraid of frightening the younger man away…something he did not want to do.
Orlando enjoyed the kiss, loving it as much as the man who was giving it to him. Viggo’s lips were soft in contrast to the slightly stubbly skin of his chin. He could tell the older man was holding back…could feel it in the way the arms around him tightened, pulling him closer. Luxuriating in the heat from the American’s body, Orlando decided this was just where he wanted to be.
Orlando’s eyes opened when they broke apart in need for air. Viggo gasped when he saw the lust blackened eyes. Deep in those dilated eyes, he saw the same thing he had seen before he had kissed the Brit…love.
For a moment there was complete silence between the two. The only noise was the soft tinkling of a Christmas carol, playing in the background. Orlando wasn’t sure what he should do or say, not wanting to break this magical moment. The only thing Viggo could think of was his need to kiss Orlando again…and letting it lead to wherever it may lead…if the Brit would allow it.
“May I kiss you again, Orlando?” Viggo whispered, causing Orlando’s heart to thunder inside his chest. An internal voice screamed ‘YES’ at the top of his lungs, but all he could manage in reply was a very silent and shy “Yes.”
The soft-spoken assent was all Viggo needed to take control. The next kiss was not at all innocent. After a few seconds, Viggo’s tongue brushed softly against Orlando’s bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. When the Brit parted his lips a little, Viggo felt like he had won an important victory. He carefully deepened the kiss, letting his tongue explore the younger man’s willing mouth. Orlando didn’t remain passive – moaning softly, he kissed back.
Viggo’s hands began to wander a bit, one resting against the back of Orlando’s head and holding him carefully in place. The other wandered down over Orlando’s back, loving the way the younger man relaxed against him – letting Viggo know that he liked the kiss and would accept anything that happened to him right at this moment.
He didn’t notice when Viggo turned him around and slowly lead him to the bed, breaking the kiss only long enough to get some air into their lungs before starting to kiss again. The Brit only noticed his surroundings when he was carefully laid back onto the soft fabric of the bed covers. Viggo had broken the kiss and was now towering over him, looking into his eyes searchingly.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered against Orlando’s kiss swollen lips. The young man just smiled up at him confidently, eyes full of love and trust. Viggo couldn’t ever remember anyone looking at him that way. No one had ever shown him such trust, and in this moment he swore to himself to never betray that trust – come what may.
“I am.” Orlando breathed, wanting Viggo to continue and never wanting him to stop.
Viggo bathed Orlando’s neck with tiny kisses and he sighed in pleasure. The Brit loved the way Viggo’s lips felt against the sensitive skin of his neck and throat. It was a million times better than he had imagined it would be. He grasped at Viggo’s body, hugging him close and letting his hands run over the muscular back above him. He had fantasized about such moments but now found that the reality was far beyond his wildest dreams.
Viggo’s hands wandered over Orlando’s chest, caressing through the fabric of the sweater the younger man was wearing. Slipping under the woollen fabric, the calloused hands burned him with gentle touches. The Brit gasped softly in surprise.
“Up!” Viggo ordered in a hoarse voice and Orlando did as he was told, letting the older man remove his sweater so his chest was laid bare in front of the American.
Viggo couldn’t help but stare. Orlando’s chest was olive-toned, the nipples tight without even being touched. He leaned down and licked slowly over one of the dusky points, feeling it grow tighter under his tongue and pulling a moan from the young Brit. Orlando tasted as delicious as Viggo had thought he would. He kissed and licked at one nipple, letting his fingers toy with the other one, working to pull more of those sweet sounds from the younger man.
Several moments later, Viggo began to wander again, kissing a path along the path of Orlando’s fluttering stomach muscles. Tasting as much as he could of the Brit, he knew that even though he had control over himself right now, he wouldn’t be able to keep control for much longer. He knew that Orlando was hard and he wasn’t doing any better, himself. His pants were painfully tight by now.
Looking at Orlando, Viggo decided that there would be enough time to explore later. At this moment, he only wanted to fulfil his and his lover’s desire. Opened the button of Orlando’s pants, he pulled them and the boxers underneath down and off. Finally, the younger man lay before him in all his naked glory. Even as far gone as Viggo was, he couldn’t help but admire the beauty in front of him.
Orlando’s breath grew heavier when he saw the look in Viggo’s eyes. All the lust, all the adoration, all the love...this was how he had always wanted it to be.
The older man leaned down again and had Orlando writhing in mere seconds. Orlando felt like he was being tortured in the sweetest way he could ever imagine. Viggo’s mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, setting his body aflame. He avoided touching the young man’s erection, driving Orlando insane.
After a while he couldn’t take anymore. “Vig… Please…” He gasped.
Viggo brought his hand up from between his lover’s legs, where he had been caressing the sensitive skin of Orlando’s inner thighs. He smiled down at him lovingly. “Tell me what you want, angel,” He whispered, wanting the young man to give him spoken permission.
Orlando tried to form a logical sentence, failing miserably. He could only concentrate on the heat from Viggo’s body, the smell that seemed to surround him, the sweat caused by the other man’s touch, and the longing he felt for his lover. The kisses Viggo pressed against his shoulders didn’t help matters any. “Want you… Please, Vig.” He couldn’t force any more words past his lips, but didn’t have to. It was enough.
“Help me out of these and I’ll give you what you want,” Viggo rasped and Orlando was happy to oblige. The younger man couldn’t help but wonder why Viggo carried lube and condoms around in the pocket of his jeans, but for the moment, the only thing that really mattered was that it was there.
Allowing Viggo to take control of the situation, he turned onto his stomach as Viggo began to carefully prepare him. He wondered at how lucky his life had been since he had walked through the door of his suite tonight. Perhaps it was a Christmas miracle. He only hoped it would last.
Coherent thought was banished when he felt something larger than Viggo’s fingers begin to push against the tight opening of his body. He froze for a moment before he consciously began to relax, letting the American push his way inside of him. When Viggo was completely inside him – at long last – he sighed.
Viggo gave him a few moments to get used to the feeling of being filled so completely before he began to thrust. The first movement wrung a whimper of pleasure from Orlando’s throat. Viggo’s first thought was to earn some more of those delicious sounds. All of the rest of his thoughts centred around one phrase: “I love you, I love you…”
Orlando wasn’t sure if he was talking or making sounds or doing something else. The only thing he knew for sure was that Viggo’s second thrust had met his sweet spot, taking away the last of his clear thoughts. He was thrusting back, giving himself completely to the other man and loving it.
The speed increased as they both approached orgasm. As much as they both wanted this to last, they both knew that the end was near. They had wanted each other for too long to hold back now.
When Viggo grasped Orlando’s cock and began fisting it, the younger man lost all semblance of control and came, crying out his lover’s name. The incredible heat that surrounded Viggo clenched and he too came, collapsing above Orlando with a low moan.
Then there was silence…broken only by heavy breathing and rustling as Viggo slowly pulled out and disposed of the condom, returning to lie beside the younger man.
After several moments had passed, Orlando turned to look into Viggo’s eyes and smiled shyly. “Vig?”
“Hm?”
“What are we now?” He asked in a quiet and uncertain voice.
“What do you want us to be?” Viggo answered with a question of his own, wanting to bite off his tongue the moment he saw the scared gaze the question wrought. Before the doubt he saw in Orlando’s eyes could deepen, he continued, “I love you, angel.”
“Really?” Orlando asked, not allowing himself any hope, afraid it would only be squashed.
Viggo smiled, pulling Orlando into his arms. “Really.”
Orlando’s shining smile lit the room like a thousand sunrises. The Brit snuggled close to Viggo, resting his head against the older man’s shoulder as he whispered, “I love you, too.”
There was silence for several moments and Viggo closed his eyes, ready for sleep.
“Vig, how come you had condoms and lube with you?”
Viggo smiled into the darkness.
“I was hoping for a Christmas surprise.”
End
December 2004
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SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
damn! look what you've done! you made my fangirl escape. *giggles*
WONDERFUL fic dahling. absolutely brilliant!
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I'm happy you liked it^^
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