ficlet 2 (geek!Orlando/Viggo, adult)
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galor5's birthday! love you, hon.
author:stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: picks up directly from here
Orlando's stomach was extra fluttery today.
As much as he loved fixing computers, being around customers was always a challenge. But, the computer usually had users, so the people part was unavoidable. And Viggo wasn't the usual customer, what with smelling so good and all.
Orlando tried to focus, tried to settle into the diagnostic process. First thing, he checked that the power cords were plugged in. Mr. Mor – Viggo – tended to be forgetful about those.
Orlando wasn't sure how the cord kept managing to work itself free. The power strip was way back behind the CPU, and the outlet was nearly impossible to get at without moving the whole heavy desk.
But still, on more than one maintenance visit here, he'd gotten down on his hands and knees and squirmed and squeezed his way under the desk to check it (Repair Call Step #1: Check the Power Supply), and yep, there was that misbehaving cord, lying innocently on the carpet again rather than in the outlet where it belonged. Weird!
And weird, too, because each time he'd wriggled his way awkwardly back out from under the desk to tell Viggo he'd found the problem (unlike other customers, Viggo never seemed to go busy himself with other things while Orlando worked, like making a phone call or going through the mail or something. No, Viggo was always right there, watching Orlando work, and Orlando really respected how into his tech set-up Viggo must be to stand there and watch the whole time Orlando was tinkering, even if it was a little unsettling because Viggo rarely wore a shirt and wow, his chest was broad, and it had this nice little sprinkling of hair that looked so soft…), Viggo never seemed surprised. Certainly never sheepish, like, "Oh, how silly of me, it was just the power cord?" Viggo actually seemed a little wolfish, if anything, with this big sly grin on his face. Orlando didn't understand why he grinned like that, but it made Orlando tingly all over just the same.
So, no, it wasn't the power cord this time. He thought ahead to Step #2 as he backed out from under the desk and stood.
Viggo was right there. Close. Very close.
Orlando blinked, but otherwise didn't move.
Viggo reached up and slowly traced the shell of Orlando's ear with one long finger. "Is this alright?" he asked, his voice smoky and quiet and powerful.
Orlando's glasses fogged up a little.
"Did you have toast for breakfast?" he managed to whisper.
Viggo's brow quirked curiously. "No," he smiled. "Are you hungry?"
Oh god. No toast… but Orlando could even smell the butter. Not that I Can't Believe It's Not Butter crap that his roommate bought, but real, full fat, lightly salted butter. He felt a little dizzy.
Viggo's fingers found their way to Orlando's jawline, moved slowly up and over his cheekbone, his temple.
"Um," Orlando meeped.
"I like you, Orlando," Viggo breathed. Viggo's face faded as the fog swallowed up more of his thick lenses. He smelled incredible.
"Um," Orlando shivered.
Viggo's deft fingers gently removed Orlando's black plastic frames and set them on the desk behind the technician. He leaned slowly in and touched his lips softly to Orlando's cheek.
"Oh," Orlando gasped soundlessly.
Viggo moved, still slowly, and pressed a kiss to the other cheek, his lips smooth and warm against Orlando's skin.
Orlando blinked owlishly. Viggo was so close that he could see him clearly even without his glasses.
Viggo watched Orlando, waited a moment, then leaned in and touched his lips to the trembling man's. Orlando closed his eyes.
He fell. Into that kiss, and into that love, he fell.
Then he jumped, right into Viggo's arms, wrapping his polyester uniform-clad legs around the man's bare torso, moaning for all the world like a cheap whore running a 2-for-1 special. Viggo's hands clutched Orlando's ass, holding him firm as he ground his cock against the tech. Orlando grabbed at Viggo's neck, at his bare back, frantically discovering the heated skin. Viggo suddenly lurched and started down the hall with his squirming burden.
"Wait," Orlando came up for air. Viggo froze.
Orlando peeled back a bit from Viggo's chest. He reached between them, carefully removing his pocket protector and setting it reverently on the desk next to his glasses.
Then he slammed their mouths together again.
As Viggo hauled him to the bedroom between ferocious kisses, Orlando cloudily realized that maybe there were no power cord gremlins at Viggo's house after all.
ETA: continued here
galor5's birthday! love you, hon.author:
stormatduskpairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: picks up directly from here
Orlando's stomach was extra fluttery today.
As much as he loved fixing computers, being around customers was always a challenge. But, the computer usually had users, so the people part was unavoidable. And Viggo wasn't the usual customer, what with smelling so good and all.
Orlando tried to focus, tried to settle into the diagnostic process. First thing, he checked that the power cords were plugged in. Mr. Mor – Viggo – tended to be forgetful about those.
Orlando wasn't sure how the cord kept managing to work itself free. The power strip was way back behind the CPU, and the outlet was nearly impossible to get at without moving the whole heavy desk.
But still, on more than one maintenance visit here, he'd gotten down on his hands and knees and squirmed and squeezed his way under the desk to check it (Repair Call Step #1: Check the Power Supply), and yep, there was that misbehaving cord, lying innocently on the carpet again rather than in the outlet where it belonged. Weird!
And weird, too, because each time he'd wriggled his way awkwardly back out from under the desk to tell Viggo he'd found the problem (unlike other customers, Viggo never seemed to go busy himself with other things while Orlando worked, like making a phone call or going through the mail or something. No, Viggo was always right there, watching Orlando work, and Orlando really respected how into his tech set-up Viggo must be to stand there and watch the whole time Orlando was tinkering, even if it was a little unsettling because Viggo rarely wore a shirt and wow, his chest was broad, and it had this nice little sprinkling of hair that looked so soft…), Viggo never seemed surprised. Certainly never sheepish, like, "Oh, how silly of me, it was just the power cord?" Viggo actually seemed a little wolfish, if anything, with this big sly grin on his face. Orlando didn't understand why he grinned like that, but it made Orlando tingly all over just the same.
So, no, it wasn't the power cord this time. He thought ahead to Step #2 as he backed out from under the desk and stood.
Viggo was right there. Close. Very close.
Orlando blinked, but otherwise didn't move.
Viggo reached up and slowly traced the shell of Orlando's ear with one long finger. "Is this alright?" he asked, his voice smoky and quiet and powerful.
Orlando's glasses fogged up a little.
"Did you have toast for breakfast?" he managed to whisper.
Viggo's brow quirked curiously. "No," he smiled. "Are you hungry?"
Oh god. No toast… but Orlando could even smell the butter. Not that I Can't Believe It's Not Butter crap that his roommate bought, but real, full fat, lightly salted butter. He felt a little dizzy.
Viggo's fingers found their way to Orlando's jawline, moved slowly up and over his cheekbone, his temple.
"Um," Orlando meeped.
"I like you, Orlando," Viggo breathed. Viggo's face faded as the fog swallowed up more of his thick lenses. He smelled incredible.
"Um," Orlando shivered.
Viggo's deft fingers gently removed Orlando's black plastic frames and set them on the desk behind the technician. He leaned slowly in and touched his lips softly to Orlando's cheek.
"Oh," Orlando gasped soundlessly.
Viggo moved, still slowly, and pressed a kiss to the other cheek, his lips smooth and warm against Orlando's skin.
Orlando blinked owlishly. Viggo was so close that he could see him clearly even without his glasses.
Viggo watched Orlando, waited a moment, then leaned in and touched his lips to the trembling man's. Orlando closed his eyes.
He fell. Into that kiss, and into that love, he fell.
Then he jumped, right into Viggo's arms, wrapping his polyester uniform-clad legs around the man's bare torso, moaning for all the world like a cheap whore running a 2-for-1 special. Viggo's hands clutched Orlando's ass, holding him firm as he ground his cock against the tech. Orlando grabbed at Viggo's neck, at his bare back, frantically discovering the heated skin. Viggo suddenly lurched and started down the hall with his squirming burden.
"Wait," Orlando came up for air. Viggo froze.
Orlando peeled back a bit from Viggo's chest. He reached between them, carefully removing his pocket protector and setting it reverently on the desk next to his glasses.
Then he slammed their mouths together again.
As Viggo hauled him to the bedroom between ferocious kisses, Orlando cloudily realized that maybe there were no power cord gremlins at Viggo's house after all.
ETA: continued here
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