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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 9
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Orlando was ready early again. He'd figured out - the hard way - that the only way to get through the day without completely dehydrating himself was to hide the toaster in the linen closet.

He'd showered, slathered on extra Speed Stick, and put on a clean shirt.

Then he got dinner started, paced, re-cleaned the bathroom, paced some more, got sweaty, and showered again.

This time he was out of clean work shirts, and darn it anyways, because that's what he was most comfortable in. And geez, that Friday Night – er, no, Saturday Morning – no, Sunday Morning laundry pile was getting really huge. He put on some more extra Speed Stick, pulled on the lightweight blue v-neck sweater his mom got him for his birthday, and resolved not to think about itching.

Dinner was almost ready. The house was spotless. He’d added Speed Stick to the grocery list.

Thumb-twiddling was totally overrated.

The doorbell rang.

Orlando’s heart leaped out of his chest and tried to beat him to the door.

Oh god. Here goes.

He opened the door.

Viggo looked amazing. And he was smiling.

And he smelled – well, that toasty Viggo smell sort of wafted to Orlando’s nose and settled into his bloodstream, somehow simultaneously easing Orlando’s nerves and sparking something smoky and rich and needful deep inside him.

Orlando shook himself a little and thumbed up his glasses, even though they hadn’t slipped down. “Uh, come hi. Um, come in. Hi.”

Viggo came in. Still smiling, he stroked slow fingers along Orlando’s cheek. Orlando swooned a little. He wondered if men were supposed to swoon.

“I brought you this,” Viggo offered. Orlando finally noticed the paper bag in Viggo’s arm.

Orlando looked in. “Hey, A&W Cream Soda! And, neat – the latest Hard Drives Weekly! Wow, um – thank you….” he trailed off.

“I’m glad you like them,” Viggo smiled.

“You… you didn’t have to... get me anything,” Orlando’s brows bent a little.

“I wanted to,” Viggo said kindly. “It’s alright to accept a gift from your boyfriend, Orlando.” He watched Orlando’s eyes widen behind his glasses.

“My b – … my b – …” Orlando stumbled.

Viggo leaned close and kissed the cheek he’d just touched. His gentle murmur shivered into Orlando’s ear. “Is that alright with you?”

Orlando didn’t even realize he’d clutched onto Viggo’s arm.

He blinked hugely, and nodded.

Viggo smiled. “Good,” he whispered.

Suddenly Orlando’s arms flung themselves around Viggo’s neck and he was kissing Viggo. Viggo struggled to hold onto the bag with one arm and his squirming new boyfriend with the other.

Orlando pulled back with a sudden squeak when the cold A&W Cream Soda pressed into his business. “Oh, I’m… I’m – sorry.” He bit his lip. “We should probably, um - … eat?”

Viggo gave him one more quick kiss. “Okay.”

Orlando took the bag and concentrated on finding the kitchen without getting lost. Viggo followed him.

“Would you like some now? Um, cream soda, I mean. Or there’s Pepsi,” Orlando said, trying to think of anything but the pressure in his pants. “Elijah doesn’t like cream soda, so I keep Pepsi for when he comes over.”

“Cream soda sounds good,” Viggo answered politely. “So, you and Elijah are buddies outside of work, too?”

“Yeah,” the refrigerator answered. “He’s a good guy. He’s kind of intense, though, especially about games.”

“How so?” Viggo asked.

“I go to his house to play with him. He’s really good at most everything. He usually kicks my butt. And he sells a lot at the store, too. Elijah sold more Xbox 360 Pros than anybody in the district last quarter. The really cool bundled system, not the lame Core package,” Orlando added proudly.

“Wow,” Viggo said, taking the glass of cream soda from Orlando. Their hands touched and Orlando felt a little zing behind his kneecaps.

“Uh… do you want… something… before we eat?” Orlando dribbled.

Viggo blinked.

“Crackers,” Orlando clarified. “There are… crackers. On the table.” He motioned vaguely to the little saltine-and-bologna sandwiches he’d made for appetizers. He’d even measured the crackers so he could cut the bologna squares just the right size.

“Thank you,” Viggo said, and reached for a new topic. “How are the new glasses working out?”

“Oh. They’re fine. They feel kind of funny without the tape, though. Do they look okay?” he asked Viggo hopefully.

“They’re perfect,” Viggo smiled, saying not a single word about the fact that the frames Orlando had chosen were exactly the same thick black plastic style he’d broken this morning.

Orlando blushed.

“What is this at the bottom of the glass?” Viggo peered up into his cream soda, the glass raised over his head.

“Oh. I, uh… I put a maraschino cherry in it. Is that okay?”

Viggo grinned and tipped his glass, swallowed the last of the cream soda, and rolled the cherry into his mouth. He held it between his lips and sucked on it for a minute before crushing it between his teeth.

Orlando’s dick tried really hard to get a better view.

“My mom used to… put a cherry in… to make… it… uh – … fancy….” Orlando trailed off, morphing into the Hypnotized Bunny.

Viggo watched Orlando’s eyes glaze over. “Orlando, are you….” He glanced down and saw that no, Orlando wasn’t okay.

“Are you hungry?” Orlando whispered. He stepped closer to Viggo.

“Um, well, I…” Viggo stammered. He fought to keep his own eyes from glazing over. “Orlando, we don’t have to rush into anything.”

Orlando took Viggo’s empty glass from him and set it down on the table.

“We’ve got all night. Lots of nights, even,” Viggo said.

Orlando set his hands on Viggo’s forearms and slowly slid them up to his shoulders.

Viggo cleared his throat. “We can have a nice relaxing dinner, maybe put on some music and sit on the couch….

Orlando leaned in and kissed Viggo long and deep. Viggo came up for air. “I didn’t come here just to….”

“Viggo, PLEASE!” Orlando almost cried, his heavily bespectacled eyes now positively desperate.

“Yeah, okay,” Viggo exhaled, and he swallowed Orlando nearly whole.

don't hate me, please, i swear i'm not trying to tease! i've just come to so love these characters and i really really don't want to rush orlando's first time, so this is what needed to come out. okay? i promise the next update will be pornish. *loves*

ETA: continued here