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Fic: Guess Who's Coming To Dinner
Title: Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner
Author: Hallie Kat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: Sequel to ‘Completion’
Disclaimer: “Everyone tells tiny lies, what’s important, really, is the size!”
Dedication: honey_babes – once again I am blaming this on her – because she and cmcarter25 asked for it.
Random Sentence of the Day: Superior inkjet want hard unit, control your network.
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Orlando panted, his face red and dripping with sweat. “Bloody hell, it’s too big! Ow, shit that hurts!”
Viggo rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a baby. It will fit, trust me. I have more experience than you do at this kinda thing. And besides, we measured it. It will just take a little finesse and a lot of force!” Viggo shoved again, hard, and it slid a few more inches, followed by a pained yelp from Orlando. “You alright?”
“Yeah, peachy.” Orlando glared at Viggo over the top of the box. “Just give a bloke a little warning next time, yeah?”
“Sorry,” Viggo called back, then muttered, “Wuss.”
“Hey! What was that?”
Viggo blinked at him innocently. “I said, I’m going to push.”
Orlando frowned suspiciously, then shrugged. “OK, ready. Push really hard this time! One … two …” Orlando tensed, ready, “Three!” He then jumped quickly out of the way as Viggo hit the box hard. For a moment, nothing happened. Then there was a loud scrape of cardboard against wood and the box crashed through, followed by Viggo who landed hard on top then tumbled to the floor. He lay next to the box for a moment, panting from exertion.
“We did it!” Orli whooped in triumph. “I knew we could!”
Viggo just glared at him as he climbed unsteadily to his feet. Grabbing the large box, he started dragging it towards the kitchen. Orlando followed him, keeping an eye out and helpfully letting him know whenever Viggo ran into anything.
Glancing over at the now clean kitchen table, Orlando asked, “What are we going to do with the old one?”
Viggo shrugged, opening the box and scattering the contents across the floor. “Put it in the basement for now, I suppose. There’s nothing wrong with it, really. I guess I could use it in my studio.”
“Oh, hey, if you ever find yourself as a ‘starving artist’ again, you could sell it on ebay!”
Viggo started to snort dismissively, then stopped and considered it. “We’ll think about it later. I’m going to move the old one and start putting this together. Wanna help?”
Orlando raised an eyebrow at the different sizes and types of wood, screws, and other assorted parts and pieces, then at the massive sheet of assembly instructions that appeared to be printed in Chinese. “Um, I think I’ll just go see if we had any messages while we were out, be right back!”
Viggo just hummed disbelievingly as Orli escaped from the kitchen. Taking a detour before going to the living room, he used the restroom, then washed his hands – twice, made the bed in the master bedroom, remade the beds in the two guestrooms, reorganized his stack of ‘scripts to be looked at,’ and then used the restroom again.
Forty minutes later, he arrived in the living room and noticed the blinking display that indicated there was one new message. He listened to it, grinning at the familiar voice and practically bouncing with excitement. Jotting down the number at the end, he erased the message and returned the call, leaving his own message. As he stepped back into the kitchen, he was pleased to see the new kitchen table was assembled and in place and the old one had been removed.
Viggo was sitting at the new table, frowning with confusion at the three screws he had left over. Orlando hurried over – he did not skip, he assured himself – and Viggo looked up. “Took you long enough, how many messages did we have?”
“Just one!” He straddled his lover’s lap, smiling brightly. “Guess who’s coming to dinner?”
~~~~~~~
Viggo nodded in approval at the chicken, then turned the oven off and placed the pan in the warming drawer till they were ready to eat. Glancing at the clock, he saw he still had thirty minutes to shower. Taking off his custom-made ‘Suck the Cook’ apron – a second anniversary gift from Dom – he headed towards the master bath as he pulled off his shirt. When he reached the master bedroom, the sound of running water alerted him that Orli was still in there. Shaking his head, he undressed and tossed the clothes in the laundry bin, laying out a fresh outfit on the bed.
Ready to interrupt Orlando’s shower, he stopped short at the door, eyes widening as the low moans became audible and caught his attention. His body was already responding to the soft noises as he quietly opened the door and stepped in to the steam filled room. Just as quietly, he closed the door and turned around, then nearly had a heartattack.
Orli’s slick body was visible through the foggy glass shower door. His back was turned towards Viggo, legs spread with one hand braced against the wall and his head was arched back as he slowly finger-fucked himself with the other hand. Viggo watched, entranced, his mouth hanging open, as the muscles in Orlando’s arm rippled and the one’s in his ass quivered.
When Viggo wrenched the shower door open, Orlando looked back over his shoulder at him, dark eyes smoldering and heavy-lidded. Viggo wrapped the wet, slippery body in his arms, pulling it against him. Orli whimpered as his fingers slipped out, then moaned when Viggo crushed his lips with his own, practically devouring the younger man. Breaking away, panting, Viggo said, “Our guest is going to be here any minute and you're in here playing instead of getting ready?”
“I was getting ready, Vigs, I swear! I was just trying to make sure there wasn’t any lube, you know, up there, and then I guess I got carried away. It felt so good…” Orli trailed off as he wrapped a hand around his pulsing shaft, leaning against Viggo as he started thrusting into his tight fist.
Viggo grinned, reaching behind him. “Well, if you just wanted to get clean, then I understand. Allow me to help you.” Squeezing a bit of body soap into his hand, he found the puckered opening to Orlando’s body, still stretched from Orli’s own ministrations. As he thrust his fingers, twisting them this way and that, Orli gasped, tightening the hand he still had enveloping his cock.
Suddenly, Viggo turned Orlando away from him, helping him brace both hands against the wall, then quickly slicked his own shaft with more body soap. Leaning forward, he rasped in Orli’s ear, “Wanna make sure we get it all, right?”
Without waiting for an answer, he placed the swollen head at Orli’s opening, then thrust in, not pausing as he established a brutal rhythm designed to get them both off as quickly as possible. Orlando was meeting his thrusts fervently, filling the shower stall with his grunts and pleas for more.
After the self-stimulation that he had already engaged in, Orlando didn’t take long before he painted the wall in front of him with shiny strands, wailing as Viggo’s hand grasped him to wring out every drop he had. Then Viggo groaned, lifting his hand and tasting Orlando as he himself let go, feeling dizzy as he pumped erratically.
When they had both caught their breaths, they quickly finished washing in the now chilly water. Orlando pouted when Viggo went to the bedroom to dry off and dress, only relenting when Viggo pointed out that they would never make it out to greet their guest if they both dried off together.
Viggo finished quickly, seeing that their guest should have arrived ten minutes ago. Telling Orlando to hurry, he rushed downstairs and was partly relieved when he spied the man sitting in the living room, enjoying a glass of whiskey. “Ah, there you are. At first I was worried no one was home but then I heard the usual moans and groans, so I decided to make myself at home.”
Blushing, Viggo was saved from having to respond by Orlando, bounding down the stairs and throwing himself at their guest. “Beanie!”
Sean quickly set his glass aside when he saw Orlando coming and was prepared to catch him. “Hey, kiddo, nice to see you haven’t worn your old man out yet.”
Orlando kissed Sean on the cheek. “Nah, he’s doing fine. And if I did ever wear him out, I’d just find me a new one.” He winked at Sean, who just rolled his eyes.
“Up, lad. I’m starving and from what I just heard, I’m sure you two have worked up quite an appetite. Is that ginger chicken I smell?”
Leading Sean to the kitchen, Viggo set out the food, then he and Orli sat down before he noticed Sean’s puzzled look. “What?”
“Is that a new table?”
~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~
Author: Hallie Kat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: Sequel to ‘Completion’
Disclaimer: “Everyone tells tiny lies, what’s important, really, is the size!”
Dedication: honey_babes – once again I am blaming this on her – because she and cmcarter25 asked for it.
Random Sentence of the Day: Superior inkjet want hard unit, control your network.
~~~~~~~
Orlando panted, his face red and dripping with sweat. “Bloody hell, it’s too big! Ow, shit that hurts!”
Viggo rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a baby. It will fit, trust me. I have more experience than you do at this kinda thing. And besides, we measured it. It will just take a little finesse and a lot of force!” Viggo shoved again, hard, and it slid a few more inches, followed by a pained yelp from Orlando. “You alright?”
“Yeah, peachy.” Orlando glared at Viggo over the top of the box. “Just give a bloke a little warning next time, yeah?”
“Sorry,” Viggo called back, then muttered, “Wuss.”
“Hey! What was that?”
Viggo blinked at him innocently. “I said, I’m going to push.”
Orlando frowned suspiciously, then shrugged. “OK, ready. Push really hard this time! One … two …” Orlando tensed, ready, “Three!” He then jumped quickly out of the way as Viggo hit the box hard. For a moment, nothing happened. Then there was a loud scrape of cardboard against wood and the box crashed through, followed by Viggo who landed hard on top then tumbled to the floor. He lay next to the box for a moment, panting from exertion.
“We did it!” Orli whooped in triumph. “I knew we could!”
Viggo just glared at him as he climbed unsteadily to his feet. Grabbing the large box, he started dragging it towards the kitchen. Orlando followed him, keeping an eye out and helpfully letting him know whenever Viggo ran into anything.
Glancing over at the now clean kitchen table, Orlando asked, “What are we going to do with the old one?”
Viggo shrugged, opening the box and scattering the contents across the floor. “Put it in the basement for now, I suppose. There’s nothing wrong with it, really. I guess I could use it in my studio.”
“Oh, hey, if you ever find yourself as a ‘starving artist’ again, you could sell it on ebay!”
Viggo started to snort dismissively, then stopped and considered it. “We’ll think about it later. I’m going to move the old one and start putting this together. Wanna help?”
Orlando raised an eyebrow at the different sizes and types of wood, screws, and other assorted parts and pieces, then at the massive sheet of assembly instructions that appeared to be printed in Chinese. “Um, I think I’ll just go see if we had any messages while we were out, be right back!”
Viggo just hummed disbelievingly as Orli escaped from the kitchen. Taking a detour before going to the living room, he used the restroom, then washed his hands – twice, made the bed in the master bedroom, remade the beds in the two guestrooms, reorganized his stack of ‘scripts to be looked at,’ and then used the restroom again.
Forty minutes later, he arrived in the living room and noticed the blinking display that indicated there was one new message. He listened to it, grinning at the familiar voice and practically bouncing with excitement. Jotting down the number at the end, he erased the message and returned the call, leaving his own message. As he stepped back into the kitchen, he was pleased to see the new kitchen table was assembled and in place and the old one had been removed.
Viggo was sitting at the new table, frowning with confusion at the three screws he had left over. Orlando hurried over – he did not skip, he assured himself – and Viggo looked up. “Took you long enough, how many messages did we have?”
“Just one!” He straddled his lover’s lap, smiling brightly. “Guess who’s coming to dinner?”
~~~~~~~
Viggo nodded in approval at the chicken, then turned the oven off and placed the pan in the warming drawer till they were ready to eat. Glancing at the clock, he saw he still had thirty minutes to shower. Taking off his custom-made ‘Suck the Cook’ apron – a second anniversary gift from Dom – he headed towards the master bath as he pulled off his shirt. When he reached the master bedroom, the sound of running water alerted him that Orli was still in there. Shaking his head, he undressed and tossed the clothes in the laundry bin, laying out a fresh outfit on the bed.
Ready to interrupt Orlando’s shower, he stopped short at the door, eyes widening as the low moans became audible and caught his attention. His body was already responding to the soft noises as he quietly opened the door and stepped in to the steam filled room. Just as quietly, he closed the door and turned around, then nearly had a heartattack.
Orli’s slick body was visible through the foggy glass shower door. His back was turned towards Viggo, legs spread with one hand braced against the wall and his head was arched back as he slowly finger-fucked himself with the other hand. Viggo watched, entranced, his mouth hanging open, as the muscles in Orlando’s arm rippled and the one’s in his ass quivered.
When Viggo wrenched the shower door open, Orlando looked back over his shoulder at him, dark eyes smoldering and heavy-lidded. Viggo wrapped the wet, slippery body in his arms, pulling it against him. Orli whimpered as his fingers slipped out, then moaned when Viggo crushed his lips with his own, practically devouring the younger man. Breaking away, panting, Viggo said, “Our guest is going to be here any minute and you're in here playing instead of getting ready?”
“I was getting ready, Vigs, I swear! I was just trying to make sure there wasn’t any lube, you know, up there, and then I guess I got carried away. It felt so good…” Orli trailed off as he wrapped a hand around his pulsing shaft, leaning against Viggo as he started thrusting into his tight fist.
Viggo grinned, reaching behind him. “Well, if you just wanted to get clean, then I understand. Allow me to help you.” Squeezing a bit of body soap into his hand, he found the puckered opening to Orlando’s body, still stretched from Orli’s own ministrations. As he thrust his fingers, twisting them this way and that, Orli gasped, tightening the hand he still had enveloping his cock.
Suddenly, Viggo turned Orlando away from him, helping him brace both hands against the wall, then quickly slicked his own shaft with more body soap. Leaning forward, he rasped in Orli’s ear, “Wanna make sure we get it all, right?”
Without waiting for an answer, he placed the swollen head at Orli’s opening, then thrust in, not pausing as he established a brutal rhythm designed to get them both off as quickly as possible. Orlando was meeting his thrusts fervently, filling the shower stall with his grunts and pleas for more.
After the self-stimulation that he had already engaged in, Orlando didn’t take long before he painted the wall in front of him with shiny strands, wailing as Viggo’s hand grasped him to wring out every drop he had. Then Viggo groaned, lifting his hand and tasting Orlando as he himself let go, feeling dizzy as he pumped erratically.
When they had both caught their breaths, they quickly finished washing in the now chilly water. Orlando pouted when Viggo went to the bedroom to dry off and dress, only relenting when Viggo pointed out that they would never make it out to greet their guest if they both dried off together.
Viggo finished quickly, seeing that their guest should have arrived ten minutes ago. Telling Orlando to hurry, he rushed downstairs and was partly relieved when he spied the man sitting in the living room, enjoying a glass of whiskey. “Ah, there you are. At first I was worried no one was home but then I heard the usual moans and groans, so I decided to make myself at home.”
Blushing, Viggo was saved from having to respond by Orlando, bounding down the stairs and throwing himself at their guest. “Beanie!”
Sean quickly set his glass aside when he saw Orlando coming and was prepared to catch him. “Hey, kiddo, nice to see you haven’t worn your old man out yet.”
Orlando kissed Sean on the cheek. “Nah, he’s doing fine. And if I did ever wear him out, I’d just find me a new one.” He winked at Sean, who just rolled his eyes.
“Up, lad. I’m starving and from what I just heard, I’m sure you two have worked up quite an appetite. Is that ginger chicken I smell?”
Leading Sean to the kitchen, Viggo set out the food, then he and Orli sat down before he noticed Sean’s puzzled look. “What?”
“Is that a new table?”
~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~
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Yes we definitely need MORE, More with Viggorli & Beanie please :O)
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I knew it was him, I knew it.
"Yes, you're very smart. Shut up." :)
I knew you loved me.
Was it ever in doubt? Why else would one story turn in to an impromptu series? *waits oh so patiently for more of Priceless*
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You're welcome. I love you too! But... Karl? *scratches head* Now how can I work him in? I'll think about it...
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Beanie appearance is always a plus in any story :D
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He heard the lot! I was hoping it was gonna be Beanie...for less than innocent reasons...tum ti tum
Sex in shower= Phwoar
*continues with snickers*
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