vigorli

Title: Connections
Author: Lonnie or

nubeinchild
Pairing: OB/VM,OB/DM,OB/EW,OB/BB
Rating: NC-17
Beta: The most lovely

hobbitgwen

Notes: Posted for

abundantlyqueer. Posted for Me. Posted for The Asshole That Be.

hope you enjoy :)

It was the absence that always made him do it, the absence of them. He needed to be with them and couldn’t. Distance and career priorities prevented it. But Viggo was there, was always there in times like these. Viggo would jump on a plane with one call from Orlando. Orlando knew he should feel guilty about it, but desperation always won out in the end.

When Viggo was with him he didn’t need so bad. He didn’t feel so…disconnected. He was with-

~~

Dom in Hawaii, sitting cross legged on the floor. Orlando held the book he was reading in one hand while he nursed a chilled beer in his other. Dom slid from the coach to the floor in once easy move. Resting his body against Orlando’s side, he quickly took the book and studied its cover.

“Can I have my book back?” Orlando asked, reaching to grab it anyway.

“So I’m being ignored for…” Dom looked from the book to Orlando, then back at the book,"Ways To Make a Living Room Glow?"

“I’m remodeling,” Orlando snatched the book and held it defensively to his chest. “And you’re not being ignored.”

Dom reached for Orlando’s bottle and set it on the glass table in front of them. Slinging on leg over both of Orlando’s, he lowered himself into Orlando’s lap. Orlando used the one hand that wasn’t still protecting the book to latch onto Dom’s hip and pull him closer.

“I think I am.”

Dom slowly took “Ways To Make a Living Room Glow” out of Orlando’s hand, and threw it across the room. Orlando looked at the lowered lashes that covered the stormy gray eyes and the book was forgotten.

~~

Viggo never wasted time when he reached Orlando. Clothes were quickly shed and dismissed. Obstacles, like furniture, were either avoided or moved completely. Clinging to Viggo like a drowning man on a piece of wood, Orlando maneuvered them both into the bedroom. Viggo pressed Orlando’s body into the mattress.

This was where everything started to get blurry to Orlando. This was where he started to float; yet stay anchored down by the weight of Viggo’s body. And when Viggo sucked on the flesh of his neck, no doubt leaving a bruise to be admired the next day, he wasn’t in his bedroom, he was with-

~~
Elijah, playing one of the many games he owned on the PS2. Orlando was winning, and Elijah was pissed. Elijah was also very drunk. And when Elijah got drunk and pissed, he never thought his opinion was stated enough. It always had to be voiced again… and again.

“You’re fucking cheating,” Elijah’s head was nestled into Orlando’s lap. Orlando sat with one leg tucked under him and the other swinging to the floor. Elijah had called him crying and bitching, something about his mother. Orlando had been close by and cut off all plans for the night to go to Elijah’s. He wasn’t so upset when Orlando had got there, but maybe that was because he had already drank his weight in Vodka. .

‘No, I’m not,”Orlando repeated the same move on Elijah’s fighter and won the game. The result of this was instant. Elijah leapt off of Orlando’s lap and tackled him till he was flat on his back.

“You will die now, fucker.”

But instead of the violence that Orlando had predicted, Elijah lips closed over his and there was a warm tongue in his mouth. Closing his hands over Elijah’s shoulders, Orlando leaned into the kiss, increasing the pressure.

~~
Orlando spread his thighs without much thought when Viggo started to crawl up his body. Pushing between them, Viggo slid his hand along one side of Orlando’s leg and ran his fingers down till he felt the fingers push at his opening. Pressing harder, Viggo forced the two digits into him and twisted in a slow circular motion. Groans and whimpers were all that was heard in the room; Orlando’s hips lifted and rotated with Viggo’s hand. Repeating this same technique over and over until Orlando could feel his eyes rolling back in his head.

Orlando’s back arched off the bed, and a keening cry fought past his lips. Words were forming in his throat, but when he tried to speak nothing came. There were so many things he wanted to tell Viggo. The words seemed so important. And he must have been making some kind desperate noise because Viggo started to mutter comforting things to him. He could feel the edges of his vision dimming until all he could see was-

~~

Billy standing in the kitchen holding a knife. He was in Billy’s house, and Billy was cooking for him. Orlando felt the smile tug at his lips at the sight of Billy chopping onions and peppers. Orlando sat at the table and held his coffee with both hands. Something about Billy’s house always made him feel warm, and the coffee’s heat traveling through his body just intensified that.

Orlando got up from his seat, letting the chair squeak on the floor as he moved. Billy glanced over his shoulder at him and smiled. When Orlando was with Billy there was never any need for words. It wasn’t like with Elijah and Dom, there was no horsing or playing around.

The knife continued to chop, even when Orlando wrapped his arms around Billy’s waist and tucked his face into the space between his shoulder and neck.

~~
Viggo held tightly to Orlando’s body as he came down. Orlando was suddenly aware of the wetness on his lower body, but he didn’t feel any need to move and clean up.

He turned his body into Viggo’s, wrapping himself tighter around the other man.

He didn’t need to tell Viggo that he was grateful for what he had done. He didn’t need to tell him that the love and respect was endless, but more than that, he didn’t need to tell Viggo what he was.

His connection.