ficlet 4 (geek!Orlando/Viggo, adult)
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vigorliyes, more.
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 3
Most days, Orlando thought that Best Buys 'R Us was just about the best place on the planet to work. But not today.
Just like always, he’d come in and put his Spam and Velveeta on white in the break room refrigerator, and then headed to the Computer Department to check his Customer Home Repair Call sheet for the day. It looked like a quiet day so far… just one appointment this morning, and ….
Oh god. That was Viggo’s address.
Oh god.
He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.
Well, that one tingly, throbby bit of him sure wanted to, but the rest of him just couldn’t.
Feeling more than a little panicked, Orlando leaned over and put his head by his knees and just tried to breathe: iiiiiiin, ouuuuuuut, iiiiiiiiiiiin, ouuuuuuut. That usually helped when his aunt Bonnie tried to set him up with one of her neighbor’s scrawny blond daughters, anyway. Or when his wireless mouse ran out of batteries and he didn’t have any more in the house. Or basically any time the phone rang.
When Elijah came in a few minutes later, Orlando jumped on him. “Elijah! Could you take a home repair call for me this morning? Please?”
“I guess…” Elijah said, instantly wary. “But first tell me why.”
“I - - um…” Orlando stared at the red "EJILAH" on his co-worker’s shirt pocket. Darn it! He could never look anyone in the eye when he was fibbing. “I - - I don’t feel good?”
“Yeah, right,” Elijah scoffed. “You got any Rolos in your lunch today?”
Orlando brightened. “They’re yours.”
- - -
Great. The store would be slow this morning, when Orlando could really use the distraction of being busy. He grabbed a rag and started Windexing the counter glass, and tried not to think about how out of hand he’d let himself get yesterday.
Never mind that Mr. Mor – Viggo – was probably some sleazebag who put the moves on every pizza delivery guy and Avon lady who happened by. What about how he himself had acted? And on the job, even!
No, jumping on the customer was probably not listed in the Best Buys 'R Us Employee Training Manual as a GOOD THING TO DO. Kissing the customer – with tongue (oh god!)? Nope, probably not listed, either. Grinding your privates all over his washboard abs? Pretty sure that would be a no-no, too.
He polished harder, trying not to think about Viggo’s soothing voice.
And how Viggo's eyes crinkled a little bit at the corner when he smiled.
And the way Viggo's weight pressed down on Orlando in this really nice, fuzzy, safe kind of way when he kissed him.
And the swirly circle thing Viggo did with his thumb, right before….
Uh oh.
Orlando dropped the rag and quickly shuffle-hobbled out from behind the Computer Department counter and back to restroom. He cranked on the sink tap and barricaded himself in a stall, hoping like crazy the running water would muffle his gasps as he came, for the third time, with Viggo’s face in his mind.
Well, okay, yes - - for the third time in 24 hours. ARGH!
And the store had only been open for 20 minutes!
He sighed. It was going to be a loooong day.
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 3
Most days, Orlando thought that Best Buys 'R Us was just about the best place on the planet to work. But not today.
Just like always, he’d come in and put his Spam and Velveeta on white in the break room refrigerator, and then headed to the Computer Department to check his Customer Home Repair Call sheet for the day. It looked like a quiet day so far… just one appointment this morning, and ….
Oh god. That was Viggo’s address.
Oh god.
He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.
Well, that one tingly, throbby bit of him sure wanted to, but the rest of him just couldn’t.
Feeling more than a little panicked, Orlando leaned over and put his head by his knees and just tried to breathe: iiiiiiin, ouuuuuuut, iiiiiiiiiiiin, ouuuuuuut. That usually helped when his aunt Bonnie tried to set him up with one of her neighbor’s scrawny blond daughters, anyway. Or when his wireless mouse ran out of batteries and he didn’t have any more in the house. Or basically any time the phone rang.
When Elijah came in a few minutes later, Orlando jumped on him. “Elijah! Could you take a home repair call for me this morning? Please?”
“I guess…” Elijah said, instantly wary. “But first tell me why.”
“I - - um…” Orlando stared at the red "EJILAH" on his co-worker’s shirt pocket. Darn it! He could never look anyone in the eye when he was fibbing. “I - - I don’t feel good?”
“Yeah, right,” Elijah scoffed. “You got any Rolos in your lunch today?”
Orlando brightened. “They’re yours.”
- - -
Great. The store would be slow this morning, when Orlando could really use the distraction of being busy. He grabbed a rag and started Windexing the counter glass, and tried not to think about how out of hand he’d let himself get yesterday.
Never mind that Mr. Mor – Viggo – was probably some sleazebag who put the moves on every pizza delivery guy and Avon lady who happened by. What about how he himself had acted? And on the job, even!
No, jumping on the customer was probably not listed in the Best Buys 'R Us Employee Training Manual as a GOOD THING TO DO. Kissing the customer – with tongue (oh god!)? Nope, probably not listed, either. Grinding your privates all over his washboard abs? Pretty sure that would be a no-no, too.
He polished harder, trying not to think about Viggo’s soothing voice.
And how Viggo's eyes crinkled a little bit at the corner when he smiled.
And the way Viggo's weight pressed down on Orlando in this really nice, fuzzy, safe kind of way when he kissed him.
And the swirly circle thing Viggo did with his thumb, right before….
Uh oh.
Orlando dropped the rag and quickly shuffle-hobbled out from behind the Computer Department counter and back to restroom. He cranked on the sink tap and barricaded himself in a stall, hoping like crazy the running water would muffle his gasps as he came, for the third time, with Viggo’s face in his mind.
Well, okay, yes - - for the third time in 24 hours. ARGH!
And the store had only been open for 20 minutes!
He sighed. It was going to be a loooong day.
ETA: continued here
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Date: 2007-03-25 05:02 pm (UTC)*grins*
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Date: 2007-05-08 01:40 pm (UTC)Funny, but that seems like it has the potential for just making matters worse.
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