vigorli

Title: Don't Let Go
Author: me,

invisible_dream
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC17
Summary: how it all began...
Beta: the fabulous

willowwing *loves*
Disclaimer: not true; all fake; i'm a perv
A/N: thanks to this anime porn i watched for the idea; some of you might recognize it

The next morning I awoke with a start, which proved to be a huge mistake as my head throbbed in pain. What the hell?. Momentarily forgetting where I was, I glanced around the unfamiliar room. The bed, which I was alone in, was a complete mess. Most of the covers had fallen to the floor. Several condoms and wrappers were residing either in or around the nearby trash can. That's when I remembered.

"Orlando..."

"So you're awake. I thought you'd sleep the day away," I heard the familiar accented voice say from the doorway. He was dressed in just a pair of loose-fitting boxers. Damn, what a sight. I wanted to reply, but all I could manage was a weak smile. My head fucking hurt.

"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly, sitting next to me.

"My head hurts a bit..."

"Thought so," he replied with a grin. "Here, take these."

He handed me two pills and a glass of water. I quickly downed the pills and all the water. I couldn't remember the last time I had been that thirsty. With a groan, I rubbed the side of my head and set the glass on the bedside table.

"How much of last night do you remember?" He sounded almost nervous.

I glanced up at him and smiled. "All of it, thank you."

Orlando smiled and exhaled a bit. "That's a relief. I hate awkward moments." He looked a bit unsure for a moment, glancing around and biting at his bottom lip. Fucking adorable. "Do you...think you could stomach some breakfast? Nothing too heavy, just something to help settle your stomach. Maybe some toast or something if you're not feeling too hungry. But seriously, I've been hung over enough times, trust me. A little bit of food really hel--"

"Orlando!"

He blushed. "Sorry...I uh, tend to babble a lot."

"It's alright. I think it's cute."

"Ugh...puppies are cute," he replied with a disgusted face. I couldn't help but chuckle. If he only knew how irresistible he was. Not sure if I was overstepping my boundaries, but at the same time, not really caring, I leaned over and claimed his lips in a gentle kiss.

"So um...breakfast?" he asked, stammering a bit as another blush swept across his face.

I smiled and ran my hand through his curls. "Yeah, I think I could eat something small."

He nuzzled my hand and stood up. That was when I first noticed the tattoo.

"How the hell did I miss that?" I mused out loud.

"What?"

"That!" I pointed, fingers grazing lightly over his stomach.

"Oh! Well...we were both...pretty distracted last night."

"Indeed...suppose it's fate then," I muttered, carefully sliding off the bed.

"Fate? Why fate?" he questioned.

I grabbed his hand and placed his fingers over my own tattoo, a crescent moon, low on my stomach. Orlando let out a small laugh, his fingers tracing the design slowly, causing me to bite back a small moan. What was it about him that made me lose control so quickly? He must have sensed my desire because I felt him trail his fingers lower, inching closer to the base of my cock.

"Something on your mind?" I asked as I pulled him closer.

"Only if you're up for it..."

"Oh trust me...I'm up for it."
~*~*~

It went on like that for a few weeks. We would go out for a drink, or for dinner, then come back to his place, or mine, and spend the rest of the night in bed, or where ever suited us at the moment. Sometimes I'd even show up under the pretense of needing help with something I was working on; but that was always short lived. However, I wanted more; and though he seemed a little reserved at first, he eventually agreed to give "us" a chance. There was something between us, some spark that we both felt from the first day we met.

I had been trying to get some work done at my studio, but all I could think about was Orlando. A few nights ago, we had gone out on...I guess you could call it a date. It had been one of the best nights of my life. We went out for a movie, my feeble attempt to cheer him up after the bad day he’d had. Afterward, we had gone back to my place.

I smiled at the memory and dipped my paintbrush into some of the yellow, spreading it across the canvass. Orlando had really kick-started my inspiration. Maybe it was a sign; maybe we were moving in the right direction.

Another memory from early this morning hit me.

"Fuck me...oh fuck yes!" Orlando moaned from his position beneath me. His body was rubbing against mine, hands clutching the headboard as I repeatedly drove my cock into him...

I wished I could've stayed at his place for the entire day, but I had to get this work done. I had an exhibition to think about.

"Orlando...fuck..." I gripped his hips harder and sped up my thrusts. His hands clutched the bed so tightly, his moans urging me to fuck him harder, faster. I was so deep inside him. I never wanted it to end. He was so hot and tight. It felt like heaven around my aching member...

Biting my lip, I shook my head in disbelief and cleaned off my brush before selecting a new color. Blue this time...then maybe red. Yes...lots of red.

I looked down through glazed eyes at my cock sliding in and out of his ass - a hard thrust with a slow, teasing withdrawal. His back arched as he howled when my cock repeatedly brushed against his prostate. I loved his back, muscular and slender. A faint scar from a fall as a teenager was the only imperfection, but on him, it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I loved the way his dark hair curled on the back of his neck, soaked with sweat, as he arched back against me.

"Oh fuck! Viggo please...touch me...wanna come."

"Orlando..." This wasn't working. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the visions of this morning out of my head and now my cock was starting to make it's presence known. Fucking hell.

"Orlando...what in the hell are you doing to me?" I breathed out as I set my brush down. I stumbled backwards, falling into my chair, and let out a long sigh. I had to do something to get my mind off of him.

*RING!*

"Son of a...hello?"

"You forgot, didn't you?" Speak of the devil.

"Orlando! Forgot..."

I could hear him chuckle. I just knew he was rolling his eyes at me. "Lunch, silly. We were supposed to meet for lunch about...oh...forty-five minutes ago."

All sexual thoughts rushed out of my mind, and I immediately jumped to my feet. "Fuck! Shit, Orlando, I'm sorry! I'm leaving right now. I'm so sorry. I just got wrapped up in what I was doing..."

"Viggo, relax. Where are you? At home?"

"Yeah, in my studio...ow!" I replied as I stubbed my toe on the corner of the wall. Maybe I should've learned to wear shoes after all. I couldn't believe that I forgot about lunch with Orlando. I'd been looking forward to it.

"Slow down, old man." Now he really was laughing at me.

"Very funny. I thought we agreed to stop with the age jokes?" I reminded as I found my wallet and proceeded to tie my shoes.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. You know I tease because I care."

"Uh huh, right. Okay, I'm up and ready. I'll be there in fifteen minutes, I swear. Cafe near the library, right?"

"Mmhm."

"Alright, baby. I'll see yo--" I stopped mid-sentence as soon as I opened my front door. All I could do was stare. Bastard was standing right there on my porch, cell phone in his hand, grinning like a mad fool.

"Surprise," Orlando said, slipping his arms around my waist.

"This doesn't look like the cafe," I commented as I pulled him closer, kissing his lips lightly.

He smiled into the kiss and cupped my quickly hardening cock through my jeans. "I got tired of waiting. Besides...there's only one thing I'm hungry for right now."

"Is that so?" This was better than lunch any day.