Fic: Happy Birthday to Me
Jan. 13th, 2005 06:45 pmTitle: Happy Birthday to Me
Author: Hallie Kat (halliekat777@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: Happy Birthday, Orlando! Just a stupid little birthday fic.
Disclaimer: This is fiction. Although they do say that truth is stranger than fiction, so you never know…
A/N: Dedicated to honey_babes, just for the hell of it.
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‘Oh, how sweet!’ Orlando thought, rubbing at his damp eyes as he glanced around furtively, making sure he was still alone. Facing the screen again, he clicked back to the main list, then clicked the next link, smiling as the words filled the screen. As he read, his smile faded. He swallowed, then shifted in his chair. Scrolling down, his eyes widened and he had to adjust himself before his now impressive erection was strangled by his pants.
By the time he finished, his face was flushed and he was panting. He clicked the Back button on his browser and eyed the list of links that he still hadn’t looked at. Deciding it would have to wait, he minimized the window then turned the monitor off and got up. Looking down at the noticeable bulge in his pants, he quickly discarded them and his shirt, laying them across the back of the couch as he headed out of the room and then down the dark hallway completely nude.
Silently, he entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He crawled onto the large bed where a lump was visible in the pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains. He poked at the lump with one finger. “Vig?” he whispered. When he got no response, he frowned, poking harder. This time, the Viggo-shaped lump twitched and grunted at him. “Vig?” An unintelligible murmur, then the lump moved away from the poking finger that was tormenting him.
“Viggo!” Orlando pounced on top of the lump.
Viggo’s tousled hair and one eye emerged from the warm cocoon. “Wa’?”
Orli blinked at him. “Are you awake?”
The eye narrowed and started to disappear under the covers again. Orli quickly grabbed the covers with one hand, halting their progress. “Viggo, do you know what today is?”
Viggo snuffled sleepily. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He then made what vaguely sounded like a kissing noise, then pulled the covers back over his head.
“Viggo…” Orlando whined, then started thrusting his hard shaft against what he thought was Viggo’s sheet covered hip. Or it could have been his knee…
This time, the covers pulled back to reveal Viggo’s entire head, a red mark marring one side of his face from where it had been pressed against the seam on the pillowcase. Orlando leaned forward and traced the mark with his tongue as he continued to drag his cock along the rough duvet cover. Viggo turned his head and captured Orlando’s lips with his own, tongue’s clashing and twining together. Pulling back, Vig sighed. “You’ve been reading birthday slash again, haven’t you?”
“I can’t help it!” Sitting up, Orlando stripped the covers back, exposing Viggo’s naked body, pleased to note that Viggo was already hard with trails of slick pre-cum streaking his abs. He straddled Viggo’s thighs, tracing the veins on Viggo’s shaft with light teasing fingers. “All those people write such wonderful stories, I feel like I should read them! It’s like their birthday presents to me. I do it every year, you know that.”
Viggo snorted. “You just like reading naughty stories about the two of us. Admit it.”
Reaching over to grab the lube, he coated his fingers and reached back, preparing himself. “I still think we should look into making porn movies, we’d make a fortune.” He gasped as he teased himself with his own fingers, Viggo’s eyes watching him hungrily, hands coming up to grip Orli’s hips. Neither one needed much foreplay, so Orlando tossed the tube aside and shifted until Viggo’s pulsing head was pressed against his opening.
Viggo groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he was slowly engulfed by Orlando’s hot body, feeling as though it was sucking him in. Once he was in all the way, Orlando paused, eyes closed as he relished the sensation. No matter how many times they did this, he always loved this moment, when they first joined together and became one.
Viggo was done waiting and bucked upwards, wrapping a hand around Orlando’s bobbing erection. Orli’s eyes snapped open, meeting Viggo’s sultry gaze, then began riding his lover. As Orlando moved up and down, fucking himself on Viggo’s cock, his own shaft was twisted and stroked at the same pace. Within minutes, the bed was rocking as Orlando slammed down repeatedly, gasping and moaning.
Leaning forward suddenly, Orli sucked one of Viggo’s nipples into his mouth, catching it between his teeth. Viggo shouted hoarsely and arched off the bed, his shaft pulsing as he climaxed, the blood rushing in his ears. When he came, his hand uncociously tightened around Orlando’s cock, causing him to jerk, body quivering as he painted Viggo’s chest with his release.
Falling forward, Orlando lay draped across Viggo, panting, as his lover stroked his back soothingly. After several minutes, Orlando moved over, whimpering as Viggo’s now soft flesh slipped free. On still shaky legs, he crossed to the bathroom and came back with a towel, wiping them both clean. Then he pulled the covers up over Viggo again and turned away.
Catching Orlando’s wrist, Viggo frowned. “Aren’t you coming back to bed?”
Orlando kissed him tenderly. “I will in a bit. I want to read some more stories about us having birthday sex.” Tossing the towel into the bathroom, he headed out the door and back down the hall.
Viggo raised his head, then let it drop back onto the pillow with a groan. Knowing that Orlando would get worked up again reading the stories, he decided to go back to sleep until Orli demanded his attention again. Not that he was complaining.
~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~
Author: Hallie Kat (halliekat777@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: Happy Birthday, Orlando! Just a stupid little birthday fic.
Disclaimer: This is fiction. Although they do say that truth is stranger than fiction, so you never know…
A/N: Dedicated to honey_babes, just for the hell of it.
~~~~~~~
‘Oh, how sweet!’ Orlando thought, rubbing at his damp eyes as he glanced around furtively, making sure he was still alone. Facing the screen again, he clicked back to the main list, then clicked the next link, smiling as the words filled the screen. As he read, his smile faded. He swallowed, then shifted in his chair. Scrolling down, his eyes widened and he had to adjust himself before his now impressive erection was strangled by his pants.
By the time he finished, his face was flushed and he was panting. He clicked the Back button on his browser and eyed the list of links that he still hadn’t looked at. Deciding it would have to wait, he minimized the window then turned the monitor off and got up. Looking down at the noticeable bulge in his pants, he quickly discarded them and his shirt, laying them across the back of the couch as he headed out of the room and then down the dark hallway completely nude.
Silently, he entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He crawled onto the large bed where a lump was visible in the pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains. He poked at the lump with one finger. “Vig?” he whispered. When he got no response, he frowned, poking harder. This time, the Viggo-shaped lump twitched and grunted at him. “Vig?” An unintelligible murmur, then the lump moved away from the poking finger that was tormenting him.
“Viggo!” Orlando pounced on top of the lump.
Viggo’s tousled hair and one eye emerged from the warm cocoon. “Wa’?”
Orli blinked at him. “Are you awake?”
The eye narrowed and started to disappear under the covers again. Orli quickly grabbed the covers with one hand, halting their progress. “Viggo, do you know what today is?”
Viggo snuffled sleepily. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He then made what vaguely sounded like a kissing noise, then pulled the covers back over his head.
“Viggo…” Orlando whined, then started thrusting his hard shaft against what he thought was Viggo’s sheet covered hip. Or it could have been his knee…
This time, the covers pulled back to reveal Viggo’s entire head, a red mark marring one side of his face from where it had been pressed against the seam on the pillowcase. Orlando leaned forward and traced the mark with his tongue as he continued to drag his cock along the rough duvet cover. Viggo turned his head and captured Orlando’s lips with his own, tongue’s clashing and twining together. Pulling back, Vig sighed. “You’ve been reading birthday slash again, haven’t you?”
“I can’t help it!” Sitting up, Orlando stripped the covers back, exposing Viggo’s naked body, pleased to note that Viggo was already hard with trails of slick pre-cum streaking his abs. He straddled Viggo’s thighs, tracing the veins on Viggo’s shaft with light teasing fingers. “All those people write such wonderful stories, I feel like I should read them! It’s like their birthday presents to me. I do it every year, you know that.”
Viggo snorted. “You just like reading naughty stories about the two of us. Admit it.”
Reaching over to grab the lube, he coated his fingers and reached back, preparing himself. “I still think we should look into making porn movies, we’d make a fortune.” He gasped as he teased himself with his own fingers, Viggo’s eyes watching him hungrily, hands coming up to grip Orli’s hips. Neither one needed much foreplay, so Orlando tossed the tube aside and shifted until Viggo’s pulsing head was pressed against his opening.
Viggo groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he was slowly engulfed by Orlando’s hot body, feeling as though it was sucking him in. Once he was in all the way, Orlando paused, eyes closed as he relished the sensation. No matter how many times they did this, he always loved this moment, when they first joined together and became one.
Viggo was done waiting and bucked upwards, wrapping a hand around Orlando’s bobbing erection. Orli’s eyes snapped open, meeting Viggo’s sultry gaze, then began riding his lover. As Orlando moved up and down, fucking himself on Viggo’s cock, his own shaft was twisted and stroked at the same pace. Within minutes, the bed was rocking as Orlando slammed down repeatedly, gasping and moaning.
Leaning forward suddenly, Orli sucked one of Viggo’s nipples into his mouth, catching it between his teeth. Viggo shouted hoarsely and arched off the bed, his shaft pulsing as he climaxed, the blood rushing in his ears. When he came, his hand uncociously tightened around Orlando’s cock, causing him to jerk, body quivering as he painted Viggo’s chest with his release.
Falling forward, Orlando lay draped across Viggo, panting, as his lover stroked his back soothingly. After several minutes, Orlando moved over, whimpering as Viggo’s now soft flesh slipped free. On still shaky legs, he crossed to the bathroom and came back with a towel, wiping them both clean. Then he pulled the covers up over Viggo again and turned away.
Catching Orlando’s wrist, Viggo frowned. “Aren’t you coming back to bed?”
Orlando kissed him tenderly. “I will in a bit. I want to read some more stories about us having birthday sex.” Tossing the towel into the bathroom, he headed out the door and back down the hall.
Viggo raised his head, then let it drop back onto the pillow with a groan. Knowing that Orlando would get worked up again reading the stories, he decided to go back to sleep until Orli demanded his attention again. Not that he was complaining.
~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~
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Date: 2005-01-14 01:23 am (UTC)Thanks so much for the dedication.
Anytime! :) *hugs* And wouldn't a line of Viggorli porn movies just be... I have no words to describe it. *wistful sigh*
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Date: 2005-01-14 04:51 pm (UTC)I was having visions of them getting inspiration from our ideas to put into practice in the bedroom...yeah that's the stuff ;)
This was great! <333
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Date: 2005-01-16 05:45 pm (UTC)