vigorli

Title: Pole Position (Part 6 of ?)
Author:

obselizabeth
E-mail: obselizabeth@gmail.com
Live journal: www.livejournal.com/users/obselizabeth
Rating: Definitely NC-17 now!
Type: RPS
Pairing: ViggOrli (with a little Ian and Sean and Eric thrown in -- this chapter adds a couple more boys *smile*)
Warnings: it's slash, ladies :)
Disclaimer: wouldn't it be nice if we COULD see Orlando pole dancing?
Feedback: is the cream in my coffee
Summary: Viggo's a bored multi-gazillionaire...Orlando's a pole dancer
A/N: Thanks so much to my dear friend,

namarie120, for ~~begging me~~ offering to beta this
Beta: The glamorous

namarie120

Once the lock engaged, they were bathed in total darkness. Keanu reached, out of habit, to the wall, and flicked the light on. Hazel eyes were dazzling, Heath's breath was hard….almost panting….and Keanu moved to satiate his needy lover. Tanned hands moved down Heath's chest, across the thin, woven expanse of shirt. Upon reaching the bottom hem, Keanu lifted the material up and off, exposing Heath's entire upper body. But he wanted more. His lips moved, having a will of their own, to Heath's neck…moving downward in a direct path to his right nipple. He grasped the supple bit of flesh between his lips, flicked across it with his tongue, then bit down…suddenly…to Heath's delight. The blonde cried out his pleasure, enticing Keanu to move his mouth leftward, claiming the other nub.

Heath was mindless under Keanu's ministrations, unable to speak or even think at the moment. His entire body responded to this contact, rendered temporarily uncontrolled or out of control?.

Keanu, on the other hand, reveled in the feel of hardening flesh against his tongue. He lived to bring pleasure to others…and, since realizing his penchant for men, delved into that world at any opportunity. As his mouth continued devouring Heath's left nipple, his right hand moved up, pinching the right nipple, loving the feel of the man's body bucking up against his.

Words spilled, almost incoherently, from Heath's lips. "Need….now….fuck you….now…"

Instantaneously, Keanu backed off, leaving the other man bewildered and needy. Lights on, though, Heath was able to monitor his movements…watching as Keanu moved to retrieve something from a desktop.

The dark haired man returned to his side, his eyes almost black with lust, tearing open a small, foil packet. Heath reached up, wanting to take it, but Keanu pulled away. "I want to put it on you," he whispered, his voice thick and passionate.

Keanu put the condom in his mouth, the reservoir tip pointing towards his throat…the ring of the condom in front of his teeth…pressing the reservoir tip with against the roof of his mouth.

All the while, his hands were busy, lubing up Heath's penis, now bobbing with anticipation.

Wrapping both his hands around the base of Heath's penis, Keanu lowered his head…putting the condom on the tip of his penis. He used his lips to roll the condom down the shaft of the penis…all the while, the dark brown eyes locked with Heath's hazel ones.

Finally, Heath found a slight margin of control. "My turn," he groaned, moving out from under Keanu's tormenting mouth. Heath looked around quickly for some device over which to take his lover. Deciding the desk was the best option, he swiped the desk clean with one arm. Bending Keanu over the cleared furniture, Heath moved quickly…his tongue lapping hungrily at the puckered orifice. Keanu squirmed, helpless against the molestation…but would never protest, for he loved the feel of being taken. As Heath's tongue delved past the guardian muscle, Keanu mewed in response…almost cumming as his sensitive cock was ground against the desk.

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The two old friends finally parted. "Oh, God, Eric," Orlando said, horrified. "I've gotten you all wet!" Orlando just realized that, in his rush to greet Eric, he'd not grabbed a towel and was dripping. "Do you have a bit? Come with me," he said, taking Eric's hand and pulling him along. "We can go back to my dressing room while I dry off and talk a while."

Eric, who was used to Orlando's babbling, shook his head in amusement and followed the younger man. Once inside, Eric took a seat on the couch while Orlando dried and changed into 'normal' clothes. Orlando came to sit next to him.

"Eric, what are you doing here?"

Eric knew that Viggo and Orlando had a lot to talk about, and didn't want to divulge that a meeting had even taken place. "We're here on vacation. I talked to Sean and he told me you were here. Of course I had to come see you!"

Orlando didn't give the explanation a second thought, Eric was thankful for that. However, he couldn't have been more surprised when Orlando brought the subject up himself.

"I'm actually glad you're here in more ways than one, Eric," he said, his voice quieting. "I could use your advice."

"You know you can always talk to me," Eric said, his hand coming up to rest on Orlando's shoulder.

"I've met someone…a man…an incredibly sexy man. He showed up here the other night, and his associate requested a lap dance for him. I…fuck…I got carried away…"

"Not following the rules, eh?"

"Jesus, Eric," Orlando protested. "He's gorgeous. He's perfect. And oh my God, what he did to me. I couldn't help myself. And I thought…I mean, I'm sure he wanted me too."

"Who could resist you, beautiful?" Eric said softly, his hand moving to cup Orlando's cheek. The brotherly affection had fallen back into place as if they'd never been apart for all these years. "So, then, what happened?" Eric asked, reinforcing the pretense that he knew nothing of the situation.

"Fuck," Orlando spat, hanging his head. "I pushed him away. Scared him off somehow. I went too fast. But…but I thought, at first, it was because he didn't want me."

"Sometimes," Eric's voice continued speaking, even though they didn't make eye contact. "Sometimes people react to situations based on previous experience that has nothing to do with you."

"How do I make sure he wants me?"

"He'll find a way to let you know," Eric said, lifting Orlando's gaze to his and winking.

"Well, he may be trying," Orlando responded, jumping up and running to flip the light switch. "Look at the mirror." There, evidence of the glowing message remained.

Eric chuckled. "You know it's from him?" he prompted.

Orlando switched the light back on. "Who else would leave me a note like that?" he asked, rhetorically. "Oh, and there's more!" Orlando was so excited, he bounced. Even though Eric knew what the 'more' was, he kept a straight face…awaiting Orlando's reaction. "At the table where he sat, there's been a bottle of our favorite wine and a yellow rose."

"Our favorite wine?" Eric asked.

"Well, yeah. I mean, we found out it was the favorite for both of us, so I guess now it's 'Our' wine," he said, pondering the implications of that.

Eric watched as Orlando mulled over everything they'd talked about…and eventually he spoke, changing the subject. "So, wherever did you get the Flashdance idea from?"

"That bad?" Orlando misinterpreted.

"On the contrary. You were stupendous. I'm very proud of you. You even excited a straight man like me!" he said, winking again.

The two continued to talk on, unaware of the passing time.

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Sean had seen Orlando take Eric back to the dressing rooms. He figured they'd be there a while. He looked around from his vantage point, standing next to the table, noting that almost everyone had gone home for the evening…except the figure who still sat next to him.

"You're still here," he commented, more like an observation than a question.

Karl looked up at him for a while before he spoke. "Somehow I'm not sure that 'you' and 'gentle' go together," Karl said, remembering Sean's promise to be gentle with him.

Sean moved to sit down, his face precariously close to Karl's. "You'd be surprised," he growled, his lips moving to barely brush against the other man's. "I can be 'achingly' gentle. So gentle, you'll be begging me to be rougher with you."

"I'd definitely look forward to an exhibition of that ability," Karl almost moaned, wanting desperately to be kissed.

Sean tried to think through his growing arousal. Not the back room. He couldn't, after having been there with Ian not so long ago. His thoughts strayed to the older man only momentarily…as Karl's warm breath against his face interrupted those thoughts. 'I'm not some fuckin' slut,' Sean thought to himself. 'But gods, I want this man.'

"Come," Sean finally said, reaching between them to take Karl's hand. "Come home with me."

The two stood simultaneously, their bodies only inches apart. Karl felt drawn to Sean's broadness. As he closed the distance, Sean's mouth locked onto his…tongues met, fiercely. Karl allowed Sean to take control, basking in feeling the textured velvety muscle swabbing the inside of his mouth. As their groins met, both men were aware of the other's arousal…and they instinctively ground against each other.

"Fook this," Sean swore as he pulled his mouth off Karl. "I canna wait to get ye home."

"Then where?" Karl asked, his words coming in between ragged breaths.

Sean started moving quickly, pulling Karl along with him, towards the far side of the room. The entire side was lined with booths. He made quick work to remove a table from one alcove, then dragged Karl in there…pushing the man down onto the seat. "I'll have ye right here," Sean barked, unable to manage much semblance of sanity. He reached up, clawing at the buttons on Karl's shirt…finally giving up and pulling the silky fabric up over the man's head. Sean's hands began running all over the muscled chest, mapping each curve and ridge.

"Gentle," Karl breathed, thinking he'd cum just from this.

"I promise," Sean responded, gritting his teeth to maintain control over himself. "Before tonight's over, ye definitely will not be wantin'."

Karl shuddered at the pledge…wanting to reciprocate, but temporarily unable to do anything but allow Sean to stroke his body. He loved watching Sean's green eyes glinting…the fireworks within giving off quite a show. Just then, Sean's mouth moved down, his tongue darting out to flick over a temporarily small nipple. The flesh responded instantaneously, and Sean wrapped his lips around the swelling bud. Karl's body arched up, wanting more contact…trying to pound his trapped, aching cock up against Sean.

"I thought ye wanted gentle," Sean sputtered around the nipple.

"Fuck, Sean. Show me 'gentle' later." Karl's own hands moved down, undoing the fastening of his pants…then upwards to make quick work of removing Sean's clothing.

Surprisingly, Sean suddenly broke contact, sitting on the far side of the booth. "Come're," he ordered. "Lemme get a look at ye."

Karl hesitantly stood, only slightly embarrassed. He couldn't deny, however, the dark, almost desperate gaze Sean gave him as green eyes raked over Karl's body. Karl was obviously aroused…his cock bobbing out proudly from his body. Without warning, Sean shot forward, his mouth engulfing Karl's penis with one long slide.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Karl moaned, his hands reaching up impulsively to steady himself against Sean's head, fingers slipping into the blonde mass. Karl was only slightly aware of Sean's fingers moving up alongside his cock into his mouth, wetting the digits before moving between Karl's legs.

Karl spread a little wider, allowing Sean's exploration along his perineum, the blond’s fingers moving further back to circle the puckered entrance. Timing the invasion perfectly as his mouth was going back down on Karl, Sean slipped one finger completely past the ring, eliciting another moan from Karl.

"Fuck, Sean," he muttered. "I…I can't stand much longer…"

Sean felt Karl moving backwards, and followed along – never missing a stroke – until Karl was reclining along the padded bench. Sean made himself comfortable between Karl's legs, adding a second finger inside him.

Karl's head rolled from side to side, reveling in the feel of Sean's mouth on him…Sean's two fingers scissoring him to stretch the opening. "Gods, Sean, that feels incredi-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" he screamed as Sean's fingers curled, stroking his prostate.

"Like that, did ye?" Sean said, his mouth lifting off Karl's aching cock. He leaned forward, fingers still embedded, still pumping, and covered Karl's mouth with his own. Karl's tongue darted out immediately, seeking out the flavor of himself on his lover's tongue. Sean added a third finger, causing Karl's hips to twitch underneath him.

Karl couldn't wait much longer. He wanted to feel Sean's hardness buried deep inside of him. It had been a long time, but he still remembered that feeling of longing…that overwhelming need to be filled. So he reached down, grabbed the handful of flesh, and began stroking Sean in tandem with the fingers in his ass.

"Ye keep that up, lad, and I won't be able to be gentle," Sean groaned into Karl's mouth.

"I don't fucking care," Karl responded. "I want you. Now…need AAAAAARRRRRRR!" again, responding to Sean's fingers curling within him and moving across the spongy mass. In response, Karl's hand tightened around Sean's cock.

Sean moved up, his mouth leaving Karl's. "I'll try to go easy on ye, but I'm so fookin' close," he said, moving his hips to align the purple head with Karl's waiting orifice.

"Just give it to me," Karl grunted, lifting up as if he could will Sean inside of him.

"I need me fookin' pants," Sean groaned, straining to reach the discarded trousers that lay in a crumpled mass on the floor. Finally making contact, he extracted both a condom and lube. Karl felt helpless as Sean fumbled with both items, finally rolling the latex sheath down onto his throbbing shaft and squirting the entire packet of lube onto it…quickly rubbing the excess against Karl's opening.

"Now," Karl cried, in desperation. "Please, Sean."

Sean almost cried with frustration as he slowly eased the head into the tight channel. He wanted to fill Karl with one thrust, but knew it could hurt the man. Karl pawed at Sean, trying to pull him in quicker. Slowly, excruciatingly, the thick penis moved until Sean was balls-deep inside.

Tears formed at the corners of Karl's eyes. "Oh my God, Sean, feels so good. But….MOVE!"

After having given Karl a few moments to adjust to the girth he was impaled upon, Sean began to move, his in and out thrusts growing steadily stronger…until finally he felt himself pounding against Karl, his tight balls slapping against the other man's ass. Sean reached down, taking Karl's cock firmly in hand, and matched the rhythm…fisting the cock tightly.

"Cum with meh, lad," he urged, his voice husky and needy. Sweat beaded Sean's forehead with the effort to hold back. He could feel a twitching in his hand, and knew Karl was close…knew he could let go himself. As Karl's seed spilled out over Sean's hand, Sean felt his balls empty deep inside the tight channel. He collapsed against Karl.

Karl wrapped his arms around Sean, holding him close. "Next time," he whispered in Sean's ear, "you can be as rough as you'd like."