ficlet 3 (geek!Orlando/Viggo, adult)
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vigorlimore geek!Orlando fic.
author: stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 2
The next morning, Orlando slogged out of bed and fumbled for his glasses, then trudged to the kitchen to make his breakfast, like he did every morning.
He popped the bread down and grabbed his favorite Babylon 5 mug to start mixing his Tang. It was a good minute or so before the smell from the toaster reached his still-half-asleep brain.
Viggo.
Oh god.
=geek!flashback=
Viggo carried him down the hall, Orlando’s adorably skinny behind securely cradled in his big strong manhands. Orlando was dazed. Everything he didn’t know he ever wanted was right here in front of him: that delicious mouth covering his, coaxing and tempting… those naked, warm shoulders flexing under his Band-Aided hand… the flat, hard-muscled belly pressing against Orlando’s business….
He felt hotter than Frodo in an Orc sweatshop. Yeah!, like in that really cool scene where PJ had the camera swoop down, down, down, following the crows. Man, he would never believe what an awesome job Weta did on those FX, and how amazing would it be someday to go tour their offices and see exactly what kind of server power went into rendering those bad boys….
Then they were on Viggo’s bed, and Orlando’s shoes were gone, and Viggo was leaning over him, propped on one elbow, heatedly kissing Orlando and just as heatedly being kissed back. He trailed questing fingers down Orlando’s work shirt.
Orlando let out a sort of strangled laugh-shriek against Viggo’s mouth. Viggo drew back and smiled. “That’s the first time I’ve gotten that reaction.”
“Um,” Orlando blushed. “I’m sort of ticklish. There.”
“I’m sorry,” Viggo smiled more. “Give me a chance to make it up to you?”
Orlando blinked, and nodded. His hand lifted of its own accord to slide through the silky sandy hair. This was wonderful.
Viggo moved to undo the very top button of Orlando’s shirt, and yes, that helped with the strangled feeling quite a bit. He continued the unveiling, slowly working his way down, greeting each new inch of Orlando’s exposed skin with appreciative mumbles and warm-mouthed kisses. Orlando squirmed uncontrollably.
When Viggo dipped-swirled his tongue into Orlando’s navel, the technician’s hips bucked. When Viggo’s warm hand covered his khaki-clad cock, Orlando was in trouble.
“Please!” Orlando whispered frantically. “I don’t think – - uh – - I can’t….”
Viggo understood. Orlando trembled as Viggo moved back up, as he felt his belt and zipper quickly undone, as his pants were shoved a few blissful inches down his hips.
Orlando’s breath rushed out when Viggo’s hand found his throbbing, shivering cock and freed it from his briefs. He clung to Viggo’s shoulders, panting, “Oh, I – please!”
“It’s alright,” Viggo crooned, before plunging his tongue back into Orlando’s deliciously needy mouth.
In only seconds, Orlando came hard, pulses of blinding yellow sunshine reverberating all the way to his toes.
=end geek!flashback=
Uh oh.
Orlando left the toast and the Tang where they stood and quickly shuffle-hobbled to the bathroom. He flung on the shower tap and reached for himself, letting the water muffle his gasps as he came for the second time with Viggo’s face in his mind.
Well, okay - - for the second time in 24 hours.
Darn it - - why didn’t Viggo ever seem to wear a shirt?
With the edge off now, Orlando grimly recalled the next minutes at Viggo’s house yesterday.
After he’d come in his pants like some dumb kid, he’d kind of freaked.
Except for a quick feel from Roger McMerdle that one night at D&D a few months ago, the night they’d finally finally found the Magic Staff – and even that was really more the excitement of the moment than due to any real interest in each other – Orlando hadn’t done much. Sexually.
He didn’t even fantasize much. Well, yeah, the guy who played Mac in the Mac & PC ads was pretty cute. But he didn’t make Orlando feel like Viggo did.
Nothing else made Orlando feel like Viggo did.
And there Orlando had been, half-dressed in Viggo’s bedroom, clutching onto Viggo’s shoulders, having just come all over Viggo’s hand, and Viggo was kissing him and pressing up against his hip.
And Viggo hadn’t… yet.
Holy moly.
He didn’t know what he was doing.
And he didn’t know why Viggo was there, with him. Viggo was so masculine. And confident. And nice. He could have anyone he wanted.
And Orlando had mumbled some stupid excuses about needing to get back to work, and sorry about - - um, oh - - and, just - - sorry…
And he’d fled.
He moaned in embarrassment.
He had to get to work.
ETA: continued here
author: stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 2
The next morning, Orlando slogged out of bed and fumbled for his glasses, then trudged to the kitchen to make his breakfast, like he did every morning.
He popped the bread down and grabbed his favorite Babylon 5 mug to start mixing his Tang. It was a good minute or so before the smell from the toaster reached his still-half-asleep brain.
Viggo.
Oh god.
=geek!flashback=
Viggo carried him down the hall, Orlando’s adorably skinny behind securely cradled in his big strong manhands. Orlando was dazed. Everything he didn’t know he ever wanted was right here in front of him: that delicious mouth covering his, coaxing and tempting… those naked, warm shoulders flexing under his Band-Aided hand… the flat, hard-muscled belly pressing against Orlando’s business….
He felt hotter than Frodo in an Orc sweatshop. Yeah!, like in that really cool scene where PJ had the camera swoop down, down, down, following the crows. Man, he would never believe what an awesome job Weta did on those FX, and how amazing would it be someday to go tour their offices and see exactly what kind of server power went into rendering those bad boys….
Then they were on Viggo’s bed, and Orlando’s shoes were gone, and Viggo was leaning over him, propped on one elbow, heatedly kissing Orlando and just as heatedly being kissed back. He trailed questing fingers down Orlando’s work shirt.
Orlando let out a sort of strangled laugh-shriek against Viggo’s mouth. Viggo drew back and smiled. “That’s the first time I’ve gotten that reaction.”
“Um,” Orlando blushed. “I’m sort of ticklish. There.”
“I’m sorry,” Viggo smiled more. “Give me a chance to make it up to you?”
Orlando blinked, and nodded. His hand lifted of its own accord to slide through the silky sandy hair. This was wonderful.
Viggo moved to undo the very top button of Orlando’s shirt, and yes, that helped with the strangled feeling quite a bit. He continued the unveiling, slowly working his way down, greeting each new inch of Orlando’s exposed skin with appreciative mumbles and warm-mouthed kisses. Orlando squirmed uncontrollably.
When Viggo dipped-swirled his tongue into Orlando’s navel, the technician’s hips bucked. When Viggo’s warm hand covered his khaki-clad cock, Orlando was in trouble.
“Please!” Orlando whispered frantically. “I don’t think – - uh – - I can’t….”
Viggo understood. Orlando trembled as Viggo moved back up, as he felt his belt and zipper quickly undone, as his pants were shoved a few blissful inches down his hips.
Orlando’s breath rushed out when Viggo’s hand found his throbbing, shivering cock and freed it from his briefs. He clung to Viggo’s shoulders, panting, “Oh, I – please!”
“It’s alright,” Viggo crooned, before plunging his tongue back into Orlando’s deliciously needy mouth.
In only seconds, Orlando came hard, pulses of blinding yellow sunshine reverberating all the way to his toes.
=end geek!flashback=
Uh oh.
Orlando left the toast and the Tang where they stood and quickly shuffle-hobbled to the bathroom. He flung on the shower tap and reached for himself, letting the water muffle his gasps as he came for the second time with Viggo’s face in his mind.
Well, okay - - for the second time in 24 hours.
Darn it - - why didn’t Viggo ever seem to wear a shirt?
With the edge off now, Orlando grimly recalled the next minutes at Viggo’s house yesterday.
After he’d come in his pants like some dumb kid, he’d kind of freaked.
Except for a quick feel from Roger McMerdle that one night at D&D a few months ago, the night they’d finally finally found the Magic Staff – and even that was really more the excitement of the moment than due to any real interest in each other – Orlando hadn’t done much. Sexually.
He didn’t even fantasize much. Well, yeah, the guy who played Mac in the Mac & PC ads was pretty cute. But he didn’t make Orlando feel like Viggo did.
Nothing else made Orlando feel like Viggo did.
And there Orlando had been, half-dressed in Viggo’s bedroom, clutching onto Viggo’s shoulders, having just come all over Viggo’s hand, and Viggo was kissing him and pressing up against his hip.
And Viggo hadn’t… yet.
Holy moly.
He didn’t know what he was doing.
And he didn’t know why Viggo was there, with him. Viggo was so masculine. And confident. And nice. He could have anyone he wanted.
And Orlando had mumbled some stupid excuses about needing to get back to work, and sorry about - - um, oh - - and, just - - sorry…
And he’d fled.
He moaned in embarrassment.
He had to get to work.
ETA: continued here
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Date: 2007-03-24 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-24 07:26 pm (UTC)Such a delightful series! Geeky Orlando is so sweet!
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Date: 2007-03-24 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-25 01:20 am (UTC)me neither. shhhhhhh.
*clings to twin idlesloth*
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Date: 2007-03-25 12:14 am (UTC)ROFLMAO!!!
Love it! Totally adorable Orlando!
Next please!
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Date: 2007-03-25 01:22 am (UTC)*scribbles*
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Date: 2007-03-25 01:34 am (UTC)(Yes, it is 3:30 am at the retreat!)
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Date: 2007-03-25 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-25 11:10 pm (UTC)Kind of, yes, 1 Irish, 3 English, 1 Anglo-Scottish (me), 2 Dutch, 4 German, 1 American, 1 Belgian, 1 Mexican - but we made Namarie read to us.
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Date: 2007-03-25 01:23 am (UTC)from viggoright now... *g*no subject
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Date: 2007-03-25 10:50 am (UTC)I love this fic!!!!!
I may have to friend you.
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