A Little Bit Of Heaven
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vigorliA Little Bit Of Heaven
Chapter 5
Title: Sleepless in Seattle
Summary: Orlando is a ghost the visits Viggo
Beta:No
Rating:NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real, not even close.
Sleepless in Seattle
Orlando lay there quietly as the night progressed. Maybe he didn’t need to sleep he thought after a while, as his sleep still eluded him.
He turned to his other side and lay facing Viggos back. The man had been restless for sometime after they had said goodnight, but he finally had drifted off into a semi relaxed state. His steady movements and shifting had perhaps had been what had kept Orlando awake. The need to reach over and soothe the man had been tempting. His sorrow had been so apparent in the way he had spoken of his one time lover who had passed from this life into the next.
Orlando who had been so busy becoming the doctor he had always wanted to be that he hadn’t had the time for any relationships. Not for years. He had been so obsessed with his profession and in helping needy people; his life had taken a backseat to anything else, including his family.
They didn’t resent or hate him for it. They knew how important it was for him and they also knew the time that was required of him in his newly chosen profession.
Sometimes he regretted the time he had lost. The multitude of hours spent in the hospital emergency room. The birthdays he had missed, the holidays.
He rubbed his eyes tiredly with both hands, rubbing back and forth.. Why think about this now he thought to himself? Was he regretting the loss of not having a lover? Is that what this was? Was it because Viggo laying here in his bed make him realize what he was missing in life? Why it sometimes felt so very cold and empty? It was an unusual feeling sharing a bed with someone. He wanted to feel what it was like to have someone holding him in their arms as he slept; Hearing the words that he so wanted to hear, for such a very long time. Just a simple “I Love You”.
He moved his body closer to the other mans, he could feel the heat radiating off his body. He could smell the slight hint of cologne. He smiled at how pleasing it was to his senses. He was so use to smelling the disinfectant that the hospital used that it had become an everyday part of his life. He thought that sometimes he came home and smelled like a big bottle of disinfectant.
His eyes raked over the firm body. He was a very fine specimen of a man; he had to admit that to himself. Viggo was well muscled where he was more slim. He ran his hand down his front, feeling the smooth hairless chest, then feeling his nipples contract as he touched them lightly. He wondered how it would feel to touch Viggo in this way. He felt the goose pimples raise along his arms and legs. He trailed his hand down his body feeling the change in the texture and tracing the path of fine hairs down to his groin. His hand came into contact with a solid piece of flesh jutting proudly from his body. He gripped his cock and rubbed the pre cum around the swollen head, closing his eyes as he did, delighting in the simple pleasure. Well, he decided, even if he was dead, at least he could still do this! He moaned softly as his hand shifted slowly. He closed his eyes and pictured the one next to him giving him this sweet torture.
Viggos eyes suddenly opened as he felt the bed dip next to him. He had barely been able to get to sleep with Orlando lying next to him. He stared off into the distance as he felt Orlando move behind him. He felt the shifting of the bed and heard a soft moan.
He knew that moan. Many nights he had listened to his own lovers soft and often loud moans, as Viggo caressed his body to completion. He shifted slightly, feeling suddenly awkward. He heard a gasp and he felt his own body heat and flush at the sound. He closed his eyes tightly trying to ignore the presence behind him. His body tensing even more.
Orlando gasped suddenly as he twisted his wrist and sent a bolt of pleasure shooting through his body. He stuffed his fist in his mouth and tried to drown out the noise in fear of waking Viggo.
His hips bucked upward as he thrust into the tight grip of his fist, his fingers brushing over the head of his swollen cock.
Viggo felt his cock harden as he listened to the sounds coming from behind him. He was torn between telling Orlando to stop and pretending he was still asleep, or wanting to reach out and grab the man and put an end to this torture. He reached his hand down slowly and touched his rigid flesh and cursed at the youth behind him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten an erection. His pajamas were wet were his tip touched the soft material.
“Oh shit,” Orlando groaned softly as his groin tightened.
Viggo’s control was lost as he knew Orlando was about to come. He grabbed his pillow and placed it over his head to drown out the noise he knew was sure to come.
“Oh fuck,” Orlando hissed as his orgasm overtook his senses and he came violently over his fist and onto the sheets. He panted quietly as he tried to steady his breathing.
His eyes blinked open slowly as his breathing finally slowed. Never had he been able to bring himself to that strong of an orgasm before, the sensation startling him. He looked over to Viggo to see the man with the pillow over his head, his body tense.
“Oh god, Viggo,” he murmured. He closed his eyes. What was wrong with him? How could he have done something so….he couldn’t even think of a word for it.
He sat up at the side of the bed, his head lowered in his hands as he pondered what to say. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly and turned toward the man. “Viggo.” He whispered. He knew the man was awake. “Viggo, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do….that.”
“Don’t say anything,” Viggo answered in a rough voice. “Just don’t say, touch, or do anything.”
Viggo got up out of the bed grabbing his pillow as he did. “I’m sleeping in the other room,” he said as he grabbed a blanket off the rocking chair. “And don’t forget to wash the sheets in the morning,” he growled as he left the room without looking back.
Orlando fell back on the bed groaning. That went well he thought. He slammed his fist down on the bed in frustration. What if Viggo wouldn’t help him now? What if he was alone to solve this mystery? He walked to the bathroom to clean himself off and looked in the mirror. “Get your act together Bloom, or you’ll end up a ghost for the rest of your fucking life!”
Tbc…..
Chapter 5
Title: Sleepless in Seattle
Summary: Orlando is a ghost the visits Viggo
Beta:No
Rating:NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real, not even close.
Sleepless in Seattle
Orlando lay there quietly as the night progressed. Maybe he didn’t need to sleep he thought after a while, as his sleep still eluded him.
He turned to his other side and lay facing Viggos back. The man had been restless for sometime after they had said goodnight, but he finally had drifted off into a semi relaxed state. His steady movements and shifting had perhaps had been what had kept Orlando awake. The need to reach over and soothe the man had been tempting. His sorrow had been so apparent in the way he had spoken of his one time lover who had passed from this life into the next.
Orlando who had been so busy becoming the doctor he had always wanted to be that he hadn’t had the time for any relationships. Not for years. He had been so obsessed with his profession and in helping needy people; his life had taken a backseat to anything else, including his family.
They didn’t resent or hate him for it. They knew how important it was for him and they also knew the time that was required of him in his newly chosen profession.
Sometimes he regretted the time he had lost. The multitude of hours spent in the hospital emergency room. The birthdays he had missed, the holidays.
He rubbed his eyes tiredly with both hands, rubbing back and forth.. Why think about this now he thought to himself? Was he regretting the loss of not having a lover? Is that what this was? Was it because Viggo laying here in his bed make him realize what he was missing in life? Why it sometimes felt so very cold and empty? It was an unusual feeling sharing a bed with someone. He wanted to feel what it was like to have someone holding him in their arms as he slept; Hearing the words that he so wanted to hear, for such a very long time. Just a simple “I Love You”.
He moved his body closer to the other mans, he could feel the heat radiating off his body. He could smell the slight hint of cologne. He smiled at how pleasing it was to his senses. He was so use to smelling the disinfectant that the hospital used that it had become an everyday part of his life. He thought that sometimes he came home and smelled like a big bottle of disinfectant.
His eyes raked over the firm body. He was a very fine specimen of a man; he had to admit that to himself. Viggo was well muscled where he was more slim. He ran his hand down his front, feeling the smooth hairless chest, then feeling his nipples contract as he touched them lightly. He wondered how it would feel to touch Viggo in this way. He felt the goose pimples raise along his arms and legs. He trailed his hand down his body feeling the change in the texture and tracing the path of fine hairs down to his groin. His hand came into contact with a solid piece of flesh jutting proudly from his body. He gripped his cock and rubbed the pre cum around the swollen head, closing his eyes as he did, delighting in the simple pleasure. Well, he decided, even if he was dead, at least he could still do this! He moaned softly as his hand shifted slowly. He closed his eyes and pictured the one next to him giving him this sweet torture.
Viggos eyes suddenly opened as he felt the bed dip next to him. He had barely been able to get to sleep with Orlando lying next to him. He stared off into the distance as he felt Orlando move behind him. He felt the shifting of the bed and heard a soft moan.
He knew that moan. Many nights he had listened to his own lovers soft and often loud moans, as Viggo caressed his body to completion. He shifted slightly, feeling suddenly awkward. He heard a gasp and he felt his own body heat and flush at the sound. He closed his eyes tightly trying to ignore the presence behind him. His body tensing even more.
Orlando gasped suddenly as he twisted his wrist and sent a bolt of pleasure shooting through his body. He stuffed his fist in his mouth and tried to drown out the noise in fear of waking Viggo.
His hips bucked upward as he thrust into the tight grip of his fist, his fingers brushing over the head of his swollen cock.
Viggo felt his cock harden as he listened to the sounds coming from behind him. He was torn between telling Orlando to stop and pretending he was still asleep, or wanting to reach out and grab the man and put an end to this torture. He reached his hand down slowly and touched his rigid flesh and cursed at the youth behind him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten an erection. His pajamas were wet were his tip touched the soft material.
“Oh shit,” Orlando groaned softly as his groin tightened.
Viggo’s control was lost as he knew Orlando was about to come. He grabbed his pillow and placed it over his head to drown out the noise he knew was sure to come.
“Oh fuck,” Orlando hissed as his orgasm overtook his senses and he came violently over his fist and onto the sheets. He panted quietly as he tried to steady his breathing.
His eyes blinked open slowly as his breathing finally slowed. Never had he been able to bring himself to that strong of an orgasm before, the sensation startling him. He looked over to Viggo to see the man with the pillow over his head, his body tense.
“Oh god, Viggo,” he murmured. He closed his eyes. What was wrong with him? How could he have done something so….he couldn’t even think of a word for it.
He sat up at the side of the bed, his head lowered in his hands as he pondered what to say. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly and turned toward the man. “Viggo.” He whispered. He knew the man was awake. “Viggo, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do….that.”
“Don’t say anything,” Viggo answered in a rough voice. “Just don’t say, touch, or do anything.”
Viggo got up out of the bed grabbing his pillow as he did. “I’m sleeping in the other room,” he said as he grabbed a blanket off the rocking chair. “And don’t forget to wash the sheets in the morning,” he growled as he left the room without looking back.
Orlando fell back on the bed groaning. That went well he thought. He slammed his fist down on the bed in frustration. What if Viggo wouldn’t help him now? What if he was alone to solve this mystery? He walked to the bathroom to clean himself off and looked in the mirror. “Get your act together Bloom, or you’ll end up a ghost for the rest of your fucking life!”
Tbc…..
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Date: 2007-01-31 03:42 pm (UTC)A great update - "What if Viggo wouldn’t help him now?" eeeekkk!!!
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Date: 2007-02-02 08:18 am (UTC)