Fic: Silent Partners (3/?)
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vigorliTitle: Silent Partners (3/?)
Author: Louby![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: V/O, Orlando/Christian Bale
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The causes and consequences of infidelity.
Warnings: A.U, mentions of het, (non con & violence in later chapters).
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations with any of the actors, only the plot is mine.
AN: Beta read by my amazing twin sister Pippi.
If anyone wanted to make me a banner for this fic (bats eyelids) I would love you forever. People in this fandom make such beautiful graphics and put me to shame since my skills with photoshop are around zero!
Viggo unlocked the front door and crept inside very quietly, cursing under his breath as he tripped over his overnight bag that he had dumped in the hall earlier that evening. He had arrived back home from visiting Henry not long after speaking to Orlando, but instead of being welcomed home by his wife he had found a note saying that she couldn’t sit around all evening and that she had taken the kids for a walk. Viggo had laughed out loud at this; Maria still acted like she was in L.A and didn’t walk anywhere – she had probably dragged the kids to one of her weird exercise classes and left them in the play room.
Viggo could tell by the way that Maria had written the note that she was gearing up for the fight, over what he couldn’t think but he was sure she’d come up with a reason. Maybe fight was the wrong word, she’d moan and he’d try to listen until the triviality of what she was complaining about would get the better of him and he’d switch off. So he’d crossed out her note and written his own underneath, that he’d gone to Sean’s and wouldn’t be back late. And he wasn’t, it was only just past ten but he could tell by the stillness of the house that Maria and the kids were in bed.
He walked into the front room and turned on the small light, seeing that Maria had left him another note. “Since you can’t be bothered to put your children to bed I’ve done it for you” it read. “You’re sleeping in the guest room – don’t wake me up.”
Viggo shook his head in exasperation as he screwed up the piece of paper and threw it in the bin; the pair of them had got to the stage where they were communicating through letter writing instead of talking to each other, and while he blamed Maria for reducing him to that level, he knew he was just as much to blame, only he was past caring. If this was the way to get through the last few weeks as amicably as possible then so be it. At least it was better than shouting, from what he’d heard from Orlando, he and Christian shouted – a lot. But Maria didn’t do that, she thought she was too dignified but deep down it was because neither of them cared enough. Where Orlando and Christian had screaming, blazing rows, Maria and Viggo had snide remarks and the silent treatment.
As Viggo made his way to the guest room as instructed, he heard the floorboards creak. As he turned round he saw Juliette appear from her bedroom, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
“Daddy?” she said sleepily
“Hey Princess” he replied softly, picking her up and kissing her cheek. “What are you doing awake? You should be in bed by now if you want to grow up big and strong”
“Even bigger than H?!” she asked in wonderment.
“Maybe someday” Viggo chuckled as he carried her back to bed. “But H used to go to bed early.”
Juliette giggled and whispered in Viggo’s ear like she had some big secret. “I wanted to stay up late to say night night, but Mommy said I had to go to bed because you didn’t want to say night night, she said you love H more because he has a different Mommy and that’s why you went to stay with him.”
Viggo looked at his young daughter with shock, sure she was half asleep but little girls didn’t make up things like that. “Mommy said that?”
Juliette nodded, putting her finger over her lips. “But she told me not to tell you, I think it’s a secret.”
“Oh Princess that’s not true, I love you and Theo just as much as H. But I see you everyday and Henry lives a long way away so sometimes Daddy has to go and stay with him so his doesn’t get lonely.”
“Then why did Mommy say that?” she asked in confusion
Viggo chose his words carefully. What he really wanted to say was the Mommy was vindictive, jealous bitch who wasn’t happy unless she was making someone’s life a misery. But he couldn’t say that to his young daughter. “Mommy just got confused darling.”
“Oh” was the small reply. The little girl snuggled down into her bed. “You don’t smile very much Daddy” she suddenly said randomly.
But Viggo did smile at this; he smiled because his five year old daughter was more intuitive than his wife, who failed to see that their marriage had become a joke.
“I do smile honey” he whispered softly. “You make me smile.”
“I know that silly!” she giggled again. “That’s because you’re my Daddy! But Mommy doesn’t make you smile; she makes you sleep in the little bedroom. And I think it’s haunted!”
Viggo had to marvel at his young daughter’s insightfulness, despite all the measures he and Maria took to keep their problems private, there were obviously a lot of things that kids innately picked up on.
“My, my, my you are a clever young lady JuJu Bell” he said in pretend shock, using the name that Henry called her when she was a baby due to her fondness of her Grandfather’s antique cowbell.
“Well I am five Daddy” she replied proudly. “I’m not only four anymore!”
Viggo laughed out loud at his daughter’s childish innocence. “You certainly are! I think you might be the cleverest little girl that I’ve ever met”
Juliette closed her eyes slightly, still smiling from her father’s praise. Viggo turned off her bedside light and kissed her softly on her dark blonde curls. ‘People could so easily mistake her for Orli’s daughter’ he thought, and for some reason that thought made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
“Daddy” she called softly as Viggo went to leave her room.
“Yes Juliette” he replied patiently.
“I hope you’re happy Daddy. I don’t want you to be sad. I’ll even give you Gilbert” she said, holding out the duck teddy that Orlando had won for her when he and Viggo had taken her to the fair before they had started seeing each other. She loved that teddy more than any other toy, and as petty as it was, Viggo felt like he had got one over on Maria. His wife had spent a small fortune on expensive toys and educational games but the one toy she valued above all others was the one that Orlando had given her.
“That’s really sweet” Viggo said with a smile. “But I think Gilbert would be better off with you. Orli won it for you remember.”
Juliette seemed to agree with him as she quickly pulled Gilbert back under the covers. “I like Orli” she said decidedly.
“You do?” Viggo asked in surprise. Orli had only met his kids a few times, not really enough to make a lasting impression on a five year old, but then again Orlando was one of a kind.
“Of course Daddy” she answered as if he’d said something stupid. “He’s nice and he’s funny and he’s got pretty hair. I like him a lot – don’t worry Daddy I like you more” she said quickly at the last minute, afraid of upsetting her father.
For some reason Viggo felt a great sense of relief wash over him. Just hearing his daughter speak of Orlando in such glowing terms made him feel a hell of a lot better about leaving Maria for him. Of course there was a lot more to it than his little girl liking Orlando, it certainly wouldn’t make up for breaking up her family, but at least it was a start. And that comforted him.
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Viggo was wide awake long before his alarm went off on his first day back at work after the Easter weekend. In fact he’d barely slept at all, what Maria had said to Juliette had been playing on his mind for the past two days, and he had a feeling Maria knew that their daughter had told him. She’d been keeping all conversation to a minimal and had a constant guilt ridden look on her face. She’d even let him back into their bedroom without an apology from him (not that he had anything to apologise for, but he knew that was usually the way to put an end to her ‘woe is me’ act).
Despite what was dwelling on his mind, he had known he would wake up early; even though it had only been a long weekend apart, he felt like he hadn’t seen Orlando in months and he couldn’t wait to get into work and see his young lover again. The students were still on Easter vacation so really there was no reason why he couldn’t work from home, but that would mean staying away from Orli for even longer, plus staying in the house with Maria which would inevitably lead to some kind of disagreement. Maria knew he was going into work to avoid her, but hadn’t as yet brought it up. Viggo wished that she would, wished she would bring up anything that would enable him to confront her about the poison she’d been spreading to his young, impressionable family.
Viggo quickly showered and dressed before getting Theo and Juliette up and ready to be taken to the child minder’s house, the traffic would be lighter due to the school holidays so he could take his time. He still didn’t know why they needed the expense of a fulltime child minder since Maria hadn’t worked since taking her maternity leave when she was carrying Theo, despite the fact that both children were now in full time school. Maria was still fast asleep and while he didn’t want to purposefully wake her up (he could do without the hassle) he didn’t go to any real efforts to keep the noise down, after all how quiet could a household really be with an eight and five year old in it?
Breakfast with the children had been fun, especially without Maria breathing down their necks, constantly telling the kids how to behave. After a slight mishap involving Theo and a bowl of Frosties, they were on their way almost on schedule, and by the time Viggo had dropped of the kids and was pulling into the university car park, his face was aching from all the grinning he had been doing; he found it extraordinary that the very thought of seeing his lover could change his whole disposition. The corridors were empty save for the few conscientious students who had decided to get a little extra studying in during the vacation period, and so it took him next to no time to get to his office and wait for Orlando.
Viggo had managed to distract himself by checking his e-mails and opening his post when he finally heard Orlando talking to another member of staff outside the office. Viggo tried to act nonchalant in case said member of staff followed Orli into the office, and headed over to the filing cabinet by the door, it was utterly ridiculous but even being that little bit closer to his lover calmed him instantly. After what seemed like forever Orlando entered the office alone, discreetly locking the door behind him and gave Viggo a heart melting grin. Since there were no lectures due to the vacation, both men were dressed casually, but even dressed in only his University hoodie, beat up converse and baggy jeans, Orlando still managed to take Viggo’s breath away.
As soon as he saw that Orlando has secured the lock and before he’d even said hello, Viggo had thrown his lover powerfully against the door, kissing him forcefully. He pulled back suddenly when he heard Orlando curse loudly, looking at his lover questioningly.
“Doorknob” Orlando laughed despite his obvious pain, rubbing his lower back to emphasise his point.
“Poor lamb” Viggo laughed back, pushing Orlando backwards until Viggo was able to sit at his desk, encouraging Orlando to straddle his lap. “I’ll make it up to you later, I’ll kiss it better.”
“I’ll hold you to that Mortensen” Orlando teased, leaning down to kiss Viggo leisurely. “I’ve booked the hotel for 2pm” he mentioned between kisses.
“You paid cash?” Viggo asked, sliding his hand under Orli’s hoodie to tenderly stroke his back.
“Course I did” Orli answered, pulling back to smile down at his lover. “I’ve missed you loads Vig.”
“I know baby, me too.” Viggo knew it was stupid, after all it had only been a long weekend, but that didn’t make it any less true, their spouses were always so preoccupied that on a normal weekend they’d still be able to see each other, even if just for a few hours. When Viggo had heard that Orlando would be spending Easter with his family he had been disappointed, but that disappointment soon turned into jealousy when he found out Christian would be there as well. The thought of that man putting his hands on his Orli made him physically sick, but he’d come to terms with it, knowing that under normal circumstances Christian was never around to try anything. This time however it was different, and from the few times Viggo and Orli’s husband had met, Viggo had seen for himself that Christian was fiercely possessive of the young man, and had no qualms about reminding him of who called the shots if the situation called for it.
“I’ve got something to tell you Vig” Orli said in a tiny voice after a few minutes silence, an apologetic look in his eyes. “I told my sister about us.” Orli looked away, preparing himself for the inevitable reprimand.
To his surprise it was a hearty laugh and not a raised voice that he next heard. Orli looked at Viggo in confusion as his lover gently turned his face to look at him.
“Is that all?” Viggo chuckled. “Jesus Orli, I thought you were going to drop a bombshell on me.” He stopped laughing immediately when he saw the hurt expression on the young man’s face.
“It’s okay Orli I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you” he soothed, stroking his lover’s hair tenderly.
“I know” he said honestly, bringing the hand stroking his hair down to his lips and kissing it. “I’m just used to being scolded like a child for doing something without permission. I guess I was just waiting for the onslaught to begin.”
Viggo smiled sadly at his young lover, hating what Christian had done to him, he was little more than a child when Christian had gotten his claws into him, and now that he was a man, Viggo feared that the damage might be irreparable.
“I’m not saying we’re never going to argue baby, because that’s just not realistic” Viggo explained. “But I don’t want you ever to feel like you can’t tell me something, if you can’t talk to me then you might as well stay with him.”
Orli smiled warmly at his lover’s reassuring words, shifting on his lap so he could lean down for another kiss.
Viggo reluctantly pulled away, he had something to tell Orli himself. “I’ve also got a confession to make” he said, kissing his lover’s forehead when he raised his eyebrows. “I told Henry.”
Orli rolled his eyes in a very dramatic, exaggerated fashion. “Bloody Hell Vig, neither us can keep our mouths shut can we? What did he say?”
“Well needless to say he was shocked” Viggo started. “He knew I’d had relationships with men, but I think he thought that part of my life was finished. But once he got over the initial surprise he was really supportive, he’s pretty open minded and doesn’t seem phased by having a bisexual father, he gets that from his mother.” Viggo looked away slightly as he remembered his dead wife.
“Sam was pretty much the same” Orli said, bringing Viggo back to reality. “I think she was just relieved more than anything else, she knew something hadn’t been right for some time and at least now she knows. It felt so good to talk to some other than Jake”
“I know the feeling” Viggo continued. “There’s too much bad blood between H and Maria for him to feel any real sympathy towards her, but he made it very clear that he was concerned for Theo and Juliette, you know how protective he is of them. But he told me as long they don’t get caught in the middle, he’s behind me”
“That’s great Viggo, I’m so pleased.” Orli replied contentedly. Meanwhile Viggo was getting increasingly frustrated at having Orli sat enticingly on his lap, especially since he had the tendency to wriggle. He felt himself harden as Orli shifted on his groin yet again. Viggo went to pull his lover tighter against him, only to be left disappointed as Orlando suddenly bounced off his lap and round to the other side of the desk.
“Come on Mr. M, we have work to do” Orli chirped nonchalantly as he started leafing through student application forms.
Viggo stared at Orlando in disbelief. “You’re mean!” he grumbled dejectedly.
“Seriously Vig” Orli grinned cheekily. “You’ll have me all to yourself in” he checked his Rolex. “5 hours. And we’re going to have to do some work or people are going to get suspicious.”
“I suppose you’re right” Viggo sighed in defeat. “I’ll just have to give you work that requires you to bend over a lot, heavy lifting maybe.”
“With my back?! Orlando asked in mock disgust. “You’re the worst boyfriend in the world!” Viggo ducked quickly as Orli picked up and threw a pencil at him. “Hey! You’re my assistant!” Viggo said in defence, holding his hands up in defeat.
“And you’re bloody lucky to have me” Orlando replied smugly, picking up a large pile of documents and heading towards the door.
“I need to take these to the main office” he called as he reached for the door knob, before stopping and looking over his shoulder. “What were you planning on doing anyway? Bending me over the desk?” he asked with a cheeky wink, grinning triumphantly as he heard Viggo groan in frustration, quite happy to leave his lover with that mental image to stew over for a few hours.
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Orli was lying on the bed reading a magazine when Viggo arrived at the hotel room. They always arrived half an hour apart to stop people seeing them together, and to avoid any odd looks from hotel staff at the sight of two men checking into a room in the middle of the day.
“Hey” Orli called in greeting. “What took you so long?”
“Maria” Viggo answered regretfully as he toed of his shoes. “She called just as I pulled up outside to give me an ear bashing about having not yet set Theo up with extra tuition, he’s eight years old for fuck’s sake! I’ve already paid for them to go to a ridiculously expensive and pretentious private school, why can’t she just let them be kids?”
“Forget about her” Orlando replied dismissively, wrapping his arms around Viggo’s neck as he sat on the edge of the bed. “We have very little time alone as it is; don’t let her ruin what we’ve got.”
Orlando needn’t have worried, because Maria was already at the back of Viggo’s mind as soon as he was encased in Orli’s arms. He closed his eyes and hummed in contentment as he leaned back into his lover’s embrace.
“You’re really tense” Orli said knowingly as well practised hands gently kneaded Viggo’s shoulders.
“Not tense” Viggo murmured, and it was true. Orlando’s hands felt amazing but in reality the mere presence of his lover was more relaxing than the best shoulder massage in the world.
Orli bent down to place a quick kiss on Viggo’s neck before crawling backwards to the head of the bed and encouraging Viggo to do the same. Once Viggo’s head hit the pillow his arms automatically pulled Orli against him with the younger man’s head on his chest. The scent of his Orlando’s hair; a mix of coconut shampoo and his lover’s unique aroma, wafted up his nostrils and Viggo was sure he could lay like that forever.
Viggo felt Orli shift, and opened his eyes to see Orli resting his chin on Viggo’s chest, his big doe eyes staring into his soul.
“You’re exhausted” Orli decided as he ran his fingers delicately over the dark bags under Viggo’s eyes.
“I’m always exhausted” Viggo replied matter of factly. “It’s difficult to sleep without you”
Orlando smiled softly, understanding completely. “Well I’m here now, so it should be the easiest thing in the world.”
“I’m not going to sleep Orli” Viggo sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand as he tried to ignore how heavy his eyelids felt. Sleep certainly did sound appealing, but he wasn’t about to waste their afternoon napping.
“We’ve got all afternoon sweetheart” Orli soothed, affectionately pushing Viggo’s hair away from his eyes. “One hour isn’t going to do any harm; I’ll even set the alarm if it makes you feel better.”
“But-”
Whatever Viggo was about to say was cut off when Orli placed his finger over Viggo’s lips.
“But nothing” Orli chided. “How often do we get to fall asleep together just because we can, and not because we’re all shagged out?
Despite his previous protests Viggo had to laugh at Orli’s straight talking, and the thought of sleep did sound tempting.
“O.K baby you’ve twisted my arm, when could I ever refuse you anything?” Viggo replied finally before climbing from underneath Orlando to strip down to his boxers. Orlando did the same before the pair climbed back into bed together, Orli once again with his head on Viggo’s chest. It took all of ten seconds before Orlando felt the rise and fall of Viggo’s chest become even, indicating that he was asleep. But Orli didn’t join his lover in slumber, at least not straight away. Instead he was content to lie in his lover’s arms, feeling safe and protected at last.
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Viggo woke up gradually, at first unaware of where he was, the obvious weight of a person in his arms a little off putting, when was the last time Maria had fallen asleep cuddled up to him? Or even on the same side of the bed? The gaudy wallpaper made him remember that he was in the hotel room, and that the person asleep in his arms was his Orli. Viggo stretched as much as he could with Orlando on top of him; his lover had been right; he had needed the sleep, and was feeling much more refreshed because of it. He looked at the alarm clock; there was another 5 minutes before it would go off, and not wanting to wake Orli, Viggo was happy just to lie there. People had the common misconception that those who got involved in extra marital relations were only interested in the sex, but they couldn’t be further from the truth, at least in their relationship anyway. Of course the sex was amazing, in fact both were in agreement that it was the best sex they’d ever had, but sex was only a small part of what they had together. Whenever they booked into the hotel, it wasn’t just so they had somewhere to make love; it was so much more than that. It gave them the opportunity to feel like a proper couple, just to be together without the constant worry of someone spotting them, and on a few occasions they had spent their entire time lying in bed watching day time T.V, or just talking; the thought of sex never even entering their heads. This was why moments like this, just lying in bed together like it was their own home, meant so much to Viggo. At that moment in time he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been happier.
Viggo jumped as the shrill ring of the alarm brought him out of his reverie. He gently reached other to shut it off as he felt Orli stirring next to him. Viggo smiled down tenderly as he young lover’s eyelids began to flutter and his eyes slowly focused on him.
“You should have woke me” Orli said with a yawn, his voice rough from sleep.
“I like watching you sleep” Viggo retorted, rolling over so that Orlando was underneath him.
“You know, if Chris said that to me, it would freak me out. He’d make it sound so sinister” Orlando said thoughtfully, feeling Viggo tense involuntarily at the mention’s of Christian’s name. “But because it’s you…I don’t know, it sounds kind of adorable.”
“Adorable? Me?” Viggo exclaimed dramatically. “You sure know how to make me feel good baby! What about rugged? Handsome? Sexy? Adorable makes me sound like some sort of baby animal!”
“Hmmm maybe I should start calling you puppy or kitten” Orlando teased, ruffling Viggo’s hair to emphasise his point.
Viggo smiled at his lover’s playfulness, bending down to kiss his lips, only to let out a very unmanly yelp as Orlando rolled himself from beneath Viggo’s body.
“Now now now Professor” Orlando said in a sing song voice. “Your overactive libido has already caused you to slam me into a door knob, and you promised to kiss it better.” Despite Orlando’s light hearted tone, his voice went straight to Viggo’s groin. There was something about Orlando calling him “Professor” that sounded so decedent.
“Did I now?” Viggo asked with a predatory smile, loving where this was going.
“Uh huh” Orli replied coyly, crawling backwards on his knees and letting the sheets pool around his middle, exposing his toned body to Viggo with nothing but low cut boxer briefs to protect his modesty. “And good professors never let down their students, or ex students in my case.”
Viggo’s eyes roamed appreciatively over Orlando’s lithe frame, his mouth practically watering the sight. His face suddenly darkened as his eyes settled on Orli’s abdomen. Orlando’s brow creased in concern, following Viggo’s eyes until he realised what had caused his lover’s sudden change of mood.
“What the Hell is that?” Viggo demanded, moving closer to get a better look at the ugly bruise on Orlando’s stomach. “Did he do this to you?”
“Of course he didn’t” Orlando answered uneasily, understanding Viggo’s concern but still unconsciously moving away. “I fell off a horse.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think it was important, and then I was so excited about seeing you that it completely slipped my mind”
“And I suppose a horse did that as well” Viggo whispered through gritted teeth, gesturing towards the obvious hand mark on Orli’s bicep.
Orli looked down, covering the bruise with his other hand in shame. “It’s not what it looks like love, it was an accident. He grabbed me harder than intended and I pulled away, that’s all!”
“Jesus Christ Orlando!” Viggo yelled in fury, regretting it instantly was he saw the hurt look in his beloved’s eyes. “Can’t you hear yourself? You sound like a battered wife, why are you so quick to defend him?”
“Why are you so quick to condemn him?!” Orli shouted back, sick and tired of Viggo treating him like he was some helpless victim. “I’m leaving him for you – isn’t that enough?” Orli ran his hand through his hair to calm himself. The last thing he wanted to do was fight with Viggo, he and Christian argued enough for all of them.
“You need to trust me Viggo” Orlando continued with regained composure. “Yes, Christian is aggressive, selfish and has an infamous nasty streak, but he’s not a monster. If he ever raised a hand to me I’d be out the door for good, I promise.”
Viggo realised that he’d overreacted, but seeing those ugly bruises upon the younger man’s beautiful skin had made him see red, and he couldn’t help but presume the worst.
“I do trust you Orli, more than anyone” Viggo said finally, an unspoken mea culpa. Words weren’t necessary when two people knew each other inside out they way the two men did.
Orlando grinned, glad that the situation hadn’t escalated into a slanging match the way his disagreements with Christian invariably did. He slowly crawled back towards Viggo, wrapping his arms around his lover and kissing him soundly.
“You still haven’t kissed it better” Orlando whispered between kisses.
“You’re an impatient little minx aren’t you?” Viggo rebuked as his lips left Orli’s and made their way down his neck.
“Don’t leave a mark” Orli whispered half heartedly, wishing that Viggo could leave a mark, but knowing that he couldn’t, not yet anyway.
Orlando didn’t know whether or not Viggo had heard him, but he didn’t really care, especially when he felt Viggo’s tongue making its way down his back, and his hands urging Orli onto his hands and knees.
Viggo felt Orli tremble in anticipation and that encouraged him to go on, gently running his tongue down his lover’s spine, stopping every so often to lay feather light kisses upon his lover’s perfect body, and paying particular attention to Orli’s scar; a testament to just how strong the young man really was.
Viggo stopped at the small of Orlando’s back, wincing when he saw the mark beginning to form. He knew that it was a silly accident, but he still couldn’t help feeling a little guilty.
“Does it hurt?” Viggo murmured against Orli’s soft skin.
Orlando’s eyes were clenched shut, shaking his head adamantly. “Feels so good Vig”
Viggo’s lips still when he reached the hem of Orli’s underwear, removing the garment quickly with practiced ease. His kisses continued onto his lover’s arse, biting down gently on one delectable cheek and then the other, before gently parting them to reveal the tantalizing entrance to Orlando’s body. He felt Orlando stiffen as he began running his tongue along the crease, loving the musky taste of his lover on his tongue. He’d never done this to Orlando before, half the time they didn’t have enough time for foreplay, and he had been dying to make Orlando squirm in a way only a good rim job could.
What he didn’t expect was for Orlando to jerk away suddenly just as Viggo’s tongue began to circle his hole.
“What are you doing?!” he asked in alarm, looking over his shoulder.
“What do you think I’m doing baby?” Viggo chuckled at his lover’s ditziness, before realisation dawned on him.
“Did Christian never do this to you angel?” he asked after a few moments in a small voice
“What? Put his mouth…down there?” Orli asked incredulously. “I’m bloody sure he didn’t!” It was true; Orlando had been a virgin when he met Christian, who in turn admitted he hadn’t had many lovers. What Viggo was suggesting was probably beyond both their comprehensions, but Orli had to admit he was intrigued, if a little bit grossed out by it. Would Viggo want the younger man to do that to him?
“Hey, it’s ok” Viggo soothed, rubbing Orli’s back. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”
Orlando wasn’t sure, he’d never dreamt of anyone wanting to do that. When he and Viggo had first slept together Orli had apologised that he wasn’t a virgin, he wished that Viggo could have been his first (and last), and probably would have been if they’d met a few years earlier. This act seemed so intimate, and that scared Orli a bit, maybe that was why Christian hadn’t never tried to do it to him, but if Viggo did…it would be like giving him a piece of his virginity.
“Does it feel good?” he asked in an almost non-audible voice.
“Like you wouldn’t believe” Viggo answered huskily. “Do you want me to show you?”
Orli nodded slowly, yes. He wanted to share this with Viggo. He looked over his shoulder again as Viggo’s head began to disappear between his legs again.
“Wait!” he shouted urgently at the last minute, waiting for Viggo to meet his eyes. “If I don’t like it…..”
“If you don’t like it, of course I’ll stop love, all you have to do is say” Viggo whispered softly. “But honestly baby, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.”
Orli closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt Viggo part his cheeks and tentatively gave Orli’s hole the slightest of licks. His eyes suddenly flew open as he felt Viggo’s hot mouth on him for the second time, and any reservations he had were completely forgotten.
“Oh my God” he gasped as Viggo’s ministrations grew bolder. “Oh fuck Viggo, don’t stop.”
Viggo smiled triumphantly to himself at Orli’s vocalisations, but never stopped running his tongue around his lover’s hole, fast and then slow to keep him on his toes before finally stiffening his tongue and stabbing inside of him.
After what seemed like hours of sweet torture Orlando could feel his arms giving way underneath him, but he couldn’t help it; his senses were on fire and Viggo was well on the way to pushing him over the edge – without laying a single hand on his cock. He wanted to last longer, never wanting the feeling of utter bliss to end, but it was out of his control. Finally his wrists gave way so that he ended up resting on his forearms, he moans getting louder as Viggo continued until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck Vig, I’m gonna come” he shrieked in warning, but Viggo didn’t stop, and soon it was too late; Orli came hard and fast, he entire body shaking with the power of his orgasm. He might have blacked out for a second, but he wasn’t sure. All he was aware of was Viggo rolling him over and cleaning him off, all the while placing tender kisses over his lover’s face.
“You still with me honey?” Orlando finally came back to reality, gazing devotedly up at his lover as Viggo gently stroked his damp curls off his forehead.
“I think so” Orlando answered breathlessly, pulling Viggo down into a passionate kiss, tasting himself on the other’s lips, and finding it incredibly erotic.
“Christ Vig” he continued as he pulled away. “Why haven’t you…I mean I never thought….wow.” O.K, so it wasn’t the most eloquent thing he’d ever said, but Viggo had all but melted his mind, so it was his fault really.
Viggo so badly wanted to laugh at his lover’s lack of articulation, and if it were any other time he probably would have, but he had others things on his mind at that moment. Touching his beautiful Orlando in such a personal way and watching him come undone before his eyes had left him painfully hard and ready for more.
“Ready for round two?” Viggo whispered suggestively as he pulled Orlando against his hardness.
Orlando didn’t answer, he didn’t have to. Viggo had seen that cheeky look in his eyes innumerable times; Orlando had a plan up his sleeve. With a look of pure lust, Orlando gracefully turned around and leaned over the bed, making sure to give Viggo an inviting view of his backside, before coming back up with condoms and lube. Both of them resented having to use them, but it was necessary. For one thing they had no way of knowing whether their partners had not been cheating them. But more importantly, they hid the evidence.
Viggo happily leaned back against the headboard as instructed to by Orlando, holding out his hand for the lube, only to have it playfully batted away.
“No touching” Orlando chided with a pout, pushing Viggo’s arms up to grab the top bar of the headboard.
Viggo felt his heart begin to beat faster as he realised Orli was going to put on a show for him. Orlando climbed forward to straddle Viggo, pushing himself up on his knees with Viggo’s hard cock dangerously close to the young man’s entrance. Just a few inches lower and Viggo would have been inside him. Orlando smiled conspiringly as he uncapped the lube before coating his fingers. Orlando was well aware of his sexuality and the affect it had on Viggo (and half the men and women he’d met for that matter) but he’d never use it against him; ‘well, almost never’ he thought with a devilish grin.
Making sure that he had Viggo’s undivided attention, Orlando pushed himself further up on his knees to give himself room, and reached behind himself to slowly circle his hole, mimicking what Viggo had been doing only minutes earlier with his tongue. Unsurprisingly, he found himself already open from Viggo’s previous handiwork, and Viggo could probably have entered him with minimal preparation, but where was the fun in that? After circling his hole a few times, he pushed his finger inside himself, which his body eagerly accepted. He groaned extra loudly as he did so, making sure Viggo could see how turned on he was. Viggo in turn was obeying Orlando’s orders to the letter, he never moved his hands to touch his lover, but his resolve was quickly slipping as Orli’s face told him that he’d added a second finger. After a few seconds Orli’s calm demeanour changed as he suddenly bucked erratically on his lover’s lap, groaning like a seasoned whore as he found his prostate.
“Jesus Orli are you trying to kill me?” Viggo asked breathlessly, he about ready to burst but still he couldn’t take his eyes off the young Brit. Finally he ever crumbling willpower collapsed as he reached out and pulled his lover closer towards him, before reaching underneath to push a finger into Orlando’s body alongside his lover’s digits.
Orlando didn’t care that Viggo had touched him when he had told him not to; he was so aroused that he didn’t care, and the feeling of Viggo’s fingers alongside his own was amazing.
“More” Orlando gasped, encouraging Viggo to add another finger, loving the burn he felt as he was filled almost to bursting, he spare hand pushing Viggo’s face against his neck as his lover sucked relentlessly.
“Need you inside me now” Orli whispered, gingerly raising himself up so that all four fingers up his arse could be removed without causing any damage, but feeling empty as soon as they were gone. Viggo quickly rolled on a condom and liberally lubricated his cock with as much finesse as he could muster at that point (which wasn’t very much) before Orlando straddled him once again and impaled himself on Viggo’s flesh in one fell swoop.
Viggo groaned as he was engulfed by Orli’s tight, hot body, willing himself with all his might not to come on the spot, he knew he wasn’t going to last long, and the way that Orli was moving on top of him suggested that neither was he. Orlando’s strong thighs, toned from long hours of dance practice, worked in over drive as he tried to guide them both to completion. Viggo continued to thrust up into Orli, his hands mapping their way down his chest, stopping to tease his lover’s nipples, before finally coming to rest on his slender hips – not to guide him, just to keep as much bodily contact as possible. Almost every one of Viggo’s unpredictable thrusts (he was too far gone to have any real sense of rhythm) was now making contacts with Orlando’s pleasure centre, who in return squeezed his internal muscles tightly, determined to milk his lover dry.
“Come for me baby” Viggo panted as one hand found Orli’s hard length, pumping it furiously. “Let me see you come.”
Orlando didn’t need any encouragement, as soon as he felt his lover’s skilled hands on his flesh, he was lost. He threw his head back and came hard for the second time that afternoon, whispering Viggo’s name like a mantra. Viggo quickly followed suit, spilling into the condom. Orlando continued to move erratically until the last waves of his orgasm passed, before collapsing forward into Viggo’s arms. His hands came up into Viggo’s damp hair as their lips met in a bruising kiss, before Viggo gently eased him up and off of his softening flesh so that he could dispose of the condom, then laid himself down again next to his sated lover.
“Love you” Viggo said softly, placing a chaste kiss on the young man’s full lips
“Love you too” Orli answered in return as his snuggled in closer. “Shit” he cursed under his breath, wincing as he thoroughly used flesh protested. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t so well endowed, I’m gonna have trouble sitting down after the seeing to you’ve just given me.”
“And I’m sure the four fingers you had up your ass didn’t have anything to do with it, did it baby?” Viggo teased gently, laughing as Orlando buried his head in the crook of his arm, feigning embarrassment. “You didn’t have any complaints at the time.”
Orlando mumbled something inaudible against his skin, playfully punching the older man on the arm. The pair of them lay together in silence for some time, both aware that they would soon have to go back to their respective partners, but neither having the heart or the energy to move.
Both men jumped when Orlando’s phone vibrated suddenly on the desk, forcing the younger man to begrudgingly untangle himself from his lover’s hold. Viggo stretched out lazily, admiring the naked form of the Brit as he clambered gracefully over him.
“It’s a message from Chris” Orli said with a frown, running his fingers through his hair. “He’s coming home from work early, wants me to bring food home with me.”
Viggo closed his eyes in defeat, they always seemed to be interrupted, and Orli shared his irritation. He failed to remember the last time Christian left work at a normal time, and then he goes and picks a day that was supposed to be for him and Viggo.
“Come on then angel, it can’t be helped” Viggo said finally, getting up off the bed and pulling his lover towards the bathroom, taking Orli’s phone off him and throwing it on the bed.
Orli smiled in relief, glad to see that Viggo wasn’t too bothered that their afternoon was being cut short, and allowed his lover to pull him towards the shower.
“You keep your hands to yourself!” Orlando said in warning as Viggo all but carried him into the shower. “I’ve got to be home in less than an hour.”
“Spoilsport” Viggo grumbled, but nevertheless set about cleaning himself up, trying not to focus too much on his lover’s wet, soapy body pressed deliciously close to him.
“I’ll drop you off” Viggo shouted under the spray as he reached for the hotel’s complimentary shampoo. “That’ll give us a bit more time, quicker than getting the tube anyway. It shouldn’t be too suspicious; I used to drop you off all the time.”
“Thanks Vig” Orli replied as he got out the shower, still nervous that the smell of Viggo might still linger no him despite the fact that he had scrubbed until he was almost raw. He passed Viggo a towel as he followed him out.
“I’ll pop over to the Chinese across the street, bring in something decent to eat” Orli continued as he pulled on his clothes, paying attention to aggravate his tender flesh. “If I soften him up with deep-fried seaweed and prawn toast, I might have a trouble free evening.”
Orli laughed, indicating that he wasn’t being serious, but it still bothered Viggo. He had been to the apartment Orlando and Christian shared on several occasions, and despite it being outlandishly extravagant and luxurious, Viggo found it be a cold and depressing place; he hated the thought of sending Orli back there.
Once they were both dressed, Viggo sat on the bed, pulling Orlando down onto his knee and kissing him slowly.
“You gonna be ok tonight?” he asked softly, knowing full well that this was when the guilt kicked in that left Orlando utterly miserable.
Orli smiled back affectionately, his heart swelling when he heard the amount of love and concern in the American’s voice. “With this afternoon’s antics to think about? I’ll be more than O.K” Orli reassured light heartedly, before pushing Viggo back on the bed for one last making out session before they both returned to their respective prisons.
TBC
Author: Louby
fictionbyloubyPairing: V/O, Orlando/Christian Bale
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The causes and consequences of infidelity.
Warnings: A.U, mentions of het, (non con & violence in later chapters).
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations with any of the actors, only the plot is mine.
AN: Beta read by my amazing twin sister Pippi.
If anyone wanted to make me a banner for this fic (bats eyelids) I would love you forever. People in this fandom make such beautiful graphics and put me to shame since my skills with photoshop are around zero!
Viggo unlocked the front door and crept inside very quietly, cursing under his breath as he tripped over his overnight bag that he had dumped in the hall earlier that evening. He had arrived back home from visiting Henry not long after speaking to Orlando, but instead of being welcomed home by his wife he had found a note saying that she couldn’t sit around all evening and that she had taken the kids for a walk. Viggo had laughed out loud at this; Maria still acted like she was in L.A and didn’t walk anywhere – she had probably dragged the kids to one of her weird exercise classes and left them in the play room.
Viggo could tell by the way that Maria had written the note that she was gearing up for the fight, over what he couldn’t think but he was sure she’d come up with a reason. Maybe fight was the wrong word, she’d moan and he’d try to listen until the triviality of what she was complaining about would get the better of him and he’d switch off. So he’d crossed out her note and written his own underneath, that he’d gone to Sean’s and wouldn’t be back late. And he wasn’t, it was only just past ten but he could tell by the stillness of the house that Maria and the kids were in bed.
He walked into the front room and turned on the small light, seeing that Maria had left him another note. “Since you can’t be bothered to put your children to bed I’ve done it for you” it read. “You’re sleeping in the guest room – don’t wake me up.”
Viggo shook his head in exasperation as he screwed up the piece of paper and threw it in the bin; the pair of them had got to the stage where they were communicating through letter writing instead of talking to each other, and while he blamed Maria for reducing him to that level, he knew he was just as much to blame, only he was past caring. If this was the way to get through the last few weeks as amicably as possible then so be it. At least it was better than shouting, from what he’d heard from Orlando, he and Christian shouted – a lot. But Maria didn’t do that, she thought she was too dignified but deep down it was because neither of them cared enough. Where Orlando and Christian had screaming, blazing rows, Maria and Viggo had snide remarks and the silent treatment.
As Viggo made his way to the guest room as instructed, he heard the floorboards creak. As he turned round he saw Juliette appear from her bedroom, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
“Daddy?” she said sleepily
“Hey Princess” he replied softly, picking her up and kissing her cheek. “What are you doing awake? You should be in bed by now if you want to grow up big and strong”
“Even bigger than H?!” she asked in wonderment.
“Maybe someday” Viggo chuckled as he carried her back to bed. “But H used to go to bed early.”
Juliette giggled and whispered in Viggo’s ear like she had some big secret. “I wanted to stay up late to say night night, but Mommy said I had to go to bed because you didn’t want to say night night, she said you love H more because he has a different Mommy and that’s why you went to stay with him.”
Viggo looked at his young daughter with shock, sure she was half asleep but little girls didn’t make up things like that. “Mommy said that?”
Juliette nodded, putting her finger over her lips. “But she told me not to tell you, I think it’s a secret.”
“Oh Princess that’s not true, I love you and Theo just as much as H. But I see you everyday and Henry lives a long way away so sometimes Daddy has to go and stay with him so his doesn’t get lonely.”
“Then why did Mommy say that?” she asked in confusion
Viggo chose his words carefully. What he really wanted to say was the Mommy was vindictive, jealous bitch who wasn’t happy unless she was making someone’s life a misery. But he couldn’t say that to his young daughter. “Mommy just got confused darling.”
“Oh” was the small reply. The little girl snuggled down into her bed. “You don’t smile very much Daddy” she suddenly said randomly.
But Viggo did smile at this; he smiled because his five year old daughter was more intuitive than his wife, who failed to see that their marriage had become a joke.
“I do smile honey” he whispered softly. “You make me smile.”
“I know that silly!” she giggled again. “That’s because you’re my Daddy! But Mommy doesn’t make you smile; she makes you sleep in the little bedroom. And I think it’s haunted!”
Viggo had to marvel at his young daughter’s insightfulness, despite all the measures he and Maria took to keep their problems private, there were obviously a lot of things that kids innately picked up on.
“My, my, my you are a clever young lady JuJu Bell” he said in pretend shock, using the name that Henry called her when she was a baby due to her fondness of her Grandfather’s antique cowbell.
“Well I am five Daddy” she replied proudly. “I’m not only four anymore!”
Viggo laughed out loud at his daughter’s childish innocence. “You certainly are! I think you might be the cleverest little girl that I’ve ever met”
Juliette closed her eyes slightly, still smiling from her father’s praise. Viggo turned off her bedside light and kissed her softly on her dark blonde curls. ‘People could so easily mistake her for Orli’s daughter’ he thought, and for some reason that thought made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
“Daddy” she called softly as Viggo went to leave her room.
“Yes Juliette” he replied patiently.
“I hope you’re happy Daddy. I don’t want you to be sad. I’ll even give you Gilbert” she said, holding out the duck teddy that Orlando had won for her when he and Viggo had taken her to the fair before they had started seeing each other. She loved that teddy more than any other toy, and as petty as it was, Viggo felt like he had got one over on Maria. His wife had spent a small fortune on expensive toys and educational games but the one toy she valued above all others was the one that Orlando had given her.
“That’s really sweet” Viggo said with a smile. “But I think Gilbert would be better off with you. Orli won it for you remember.”
Juliette seemed to agree with him as she quickly pulled Gilbert back under the covers. “I like Orli” she said decidedly.
“You do?” Viggo asked in surprise. Orli had only met his kids a few times, not really enough to make a lasting impression on a five year old, but then again Orlando was one of a kind.
“Of course Daddy” she answered as if he’d said something stupid. “He’s nice and he’s funny and he’s got pretty hair. I like him a lot – don’t worry Daddy I like you more” she said quickly at the last minute, afraid of upsetting her father.
For some reason Viggo felt a great sense of relief wash over him. Just hearing his daughter speak of Orlando in such glowing terms made him feel a hell of a lot better about leaving Maria for him. Of course there was a lot more to it than his little girl liking Orlando, it certainly wouldn’t make up for breaking up her family, but at least it was a start. And that comforted him.
Viggo was wide awake long before his alarm went off on his first day back at work after the Easter weekend. In fact he’d barely slept at all, what Maria had said to Juliette had been playing on his mind for the past two days, and he had a feeling Maria knew that their daughter had told him. She’d been keeping all conversation to a minimal and had a constant guilt ridden look on her face. She’d even let him back into their bedroom without an apology from him (not that he had anything to apologise for, but he knew that was usually the way to put an end to her ‘woe is me’ act).
Despite what was dwelling on his mind, he had known he would wake up early; even though it had only been a long weekend apart, he felt like he hadn’t seen Orlando in months and he couldn’t wait to get into work and see his young lover again. The students were still on Easter vacation so really there was no reason why he couldn’t work from home, but that would mean staying away from Orli for even longer, plus staying in the house with Maria which would inevitably lead to some kind of disagreement. Maria knew he was going into work to avoid her, but hadn’t as yet brought it up. Viggo wished that she would, wished she would bring up anything that would enable him to confront her about the poison she’d been spreading to his young, impressionable family.
Viggo quickly showered and dressed before getting Theo and Juliette up and ready to be taken to the child minder’s house, the traffic would be lighter due to the school holidays so he could take his time. He still didn’t know why they needed the expense of a fulltime child minder since Maria hadn’t worked since taking her maternity leave when she was carrying Theo, despite the fact that both children were now in full time school. Maria was still fast asleep and while he didn’t want to purposefully wake her up (he could do without the hassle) he didn’t go to any real efforts to keep the noise down, after all how quiet could a household really be with an eight and five year old in it?
Breakfast with the children had been fun, especially without Maria breathing down their necks, constantly telling the kids how to behave. After a slight mishap involving Theo and a bowl of Frosties, they were on their way almost on schedule, and by the time Viggo had dropped of the kids and was pulling into the university car park, his face was aching from all the grinning he had been doing; he found it extraordinary that the very thought of seeing his lover could change his whole disposition. The corridors were empty save for the few conscientious students who had decided to get a little extra studying in during the vacation period, and so it took him next to no time to get to his office and wait for Orlando.
Viggo had managed to distract himself by checking his e-mails and opening his post when he finally heard Orlando talking to another member of staff outside the office. Viggo tried to act nonchalant in case said member of staff followed Orli into the office, and headed over to the filing cabinet by the door, it was utterly ridiculous but even being that little bit closer to his lover calmed him instantly. After what seemed like forever Orlando entered the office alone, discreetly locking the door behind him and gave Viggo a heart melting grin. Since there were no lectures due to the vacation, both men were dressed casually, but even dressed in only his University hoodie, beat up converse and baggy jeans, Orlando still managed to take Viggo’s breath away.
As soon as he saw that Orlando has secured the lock and before he’d even said hello, Viggo had thrown his lover powerfully against the door, kissing him forcefully. He pulled back suddenly when he heard Orlando curse loudly, looking at his lover questioningly.
“Doorknob” Orlando laughed despite his obvious pain, rubbing his lower back to emphasise his point.
“Poor lamb” Viggo laughed back, pushing Orlando backwards until Viggo was able to sit at his desk, encouraging Orlando to straddle his lap. “I’ll make it up to you later, I’ll kiss it better.”
“I’ll hold you to that Mortensen” Orlando teased, leaning down to kiss Viggo leisurely. “I’ve booked the hotel for 2pm” he mentioned between kisses.
“You paid cash?” Viggo asked, sliding his hand under Orli’s hoodie to tenderly stroke his back.
“Course I did” Orli answered, pulling back to smile down at his lover. “I’ve missed you loads Vig.”
“I know baby, me too.” Viggo knew it was stupid, after all it had only been a long weekend, but that didn’t make it any less true, their spouses were always so preoccupied that on a normal weekend they’d still be able to see each other, even if just for a few hours. When Viggo had heard that Orlando would be spending Easter with his family he had been disappointed, but that disappointment soon turned into jealousy when he found out Christian would be there as well. The thought of that man putting his hands on his Orli made him physically sick, but he’d come to terms with it, knowing that under normal circumstances Christian was never around to try anything. This time however it was different, and from the few times Viggo and Orli’s husband had met, Viggo had seen for himself that Christian was fiercely possessive of the young man, and had no qualms about reminding him of who called the shots if the situation called for it.
“I’ve got something to tell you Vig” Orli said in a tiny voice after a few minutes silence, an apologetic look in his eyes. “I told my sister about us.” Orli looked away, preparing himself for the inevitable reprimand.
To his surprise it was a hearty laugh and not a raised voice that he next heard. Orli looked at Viggo in confusion as his lover gently turned his face to look at him.
“Is that all?” Viggo chuckled. “Jesus Orli, I thought you were going to drop a bombshell on me.” He stopped laughing immediately when he saw the hurt expression on the young man’s face.
“It’s okay Orli I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you” he soothed, stroking his lover’s hair tenderly.
“I know” he said honestly, bringing the hand stroking his hair down to his lips and kissing it. “I’m just used to being scolded like a child for doing something without permission. I guess I was just waiting for the onslaught to begin.”
Viggo smiled sadly at his young lover, hating what Christian had done to him, he was little more than a child when Christian had gotten his claws into him, and now that he was a man, Viggo feared that the damage might be irreparable.
“I’m not saying we’re never going to argue baby, because that’s just not realistic” Viggo explained. “But I don’t want you ever to feel like you can’t tell me something, if you can’t talk to me then you might as well stay with him.”
Orli smiled warmly at his lover’s reassuring words, shifting on his lap so he could lean down for another kiss.
Viggo reluctantly pulled away, he had something to tell Orli himself. “I’ve also got a confession to make” he said, kissing his lover’s forehead when he raised his eyebrows. “I told Henry.”
Orli rolled his eyes in a very dramatic, exaggerated fashion. “Bloody Hell Vig, neither us can keep our mouths shut can we? What did he say?”
“Well needless to say he was shocked” Viggo started. “He knew I’d had relationships with men, but I think he thought that part of my life was finished. But once he got over the initial surprise he was really supportive, he’s pretty open minded and doesn’t seem phased by having a bisexual father, he gets that from his mother.” Viggo looked away slightly as he remembered his dead wife.
“Sam was pretty much the same” Orli said, bringing Viggo back to reality. “I think she was just relieved more than anything else, she knew something hadn’t been right for some time and at least now she knows. It felt so good to talk to some other than Jake”
“I know the feeling” Viggo continued. “There’s too much bad blood between H and Maria for him to feel any real sympathy towards her, but he made it very clear that he was concerned for Theo and Juliette, you know how protective he is of them. But he told me as long they don’t get caught in the middle, he’s behind me”
“That’s great Viggo, I’m so pleased.” Orli replied contentedly. Meanwhile Viggo was getting increasingly frustrated at having Orli sat enticingly on his lap, especially since he had the tendency to wriggle. He felt himself harden as Orli shifted on his groin yet again. Viggo went to pull his lover tighter against him, only to be left disappointed as Orlando suddenly bounced off his lap and round to the other side of the desk.
“Come on Mr. M, we have work to do” Orli chirped nonchalantly as he started leafing through student application forms.
Viggo stared at Orlando in disbelief. “You’re mean!” he grumbled dejectedly.
“Seriously Vig” Orli grinned cheekily. “You’ll have me all to yourself in” he checked his Rolex. “5 hours. And we’re going to have to do some work or people are going to get suspicious.”
“I suppose you’re right” Viggo sighed in defeat. “I’ll just have to give you work that requires you to bend over a lot, heavy lifting maybe.”
“With my back?! Orlando asked in mock disgust. “You’re the worst boyfriend in the world!” Viggo ducked quickly as Orli picked up and threw a pencil at him. “Hey! You’re my assistant!” Viggo said in defence, holding his hands up in defeat.
“And you’re bloody lucky to have me” Orlando replied smugly, picking up a large pile of documents and heading towards the door.
“I need to take these to the main office” he called as he reached for the door knob, before stopping and looking over his shoulder. “What were you planning on doing anyway? Bending me over the desk?” he asked with a cheeky wink, grinning triumphantly as he heard Viggo groan in frustration, quite happy to leave his lover with that mental image to stew over for a few hours.
Orli was lying on the bed reading a magazine when Viggo arrived at the hotel room. They always arrived half an hour apart to stop people seeing them together, and to avoid any odd looks from hotel staff at the sight of two men checking into a room in the middle of the day.
“Hey” Orli called in greeting. “What took you so long?”
“Maria” Viggo answered regretfully as he toed of his shoes. “She called just as I pulled up outside to give me an ear bashing about having not yet set Theo up with extra tuition, he’s eight years old for fuck’s sake! I’ve already paid for them to go to a ridiculously expensive and pretentious private school, why can’t she just let them be kids?”
“Forget about her” Orlando replied dismissively, wrapping his arms around Viggo’s neck as he sat on the edge of the bed. “We have very little time alone as it is; don’t let her ruin what we’ve got.”
Orlando needn’t have worried, because Maria was already at the back of Viggo’s mind as soon as he was encased in Orli’s arms. He closed his eyes and hummed in contentment as he leaned back into his lover’s embrace.
“You’re really tense” Orli said knowingly as well practised hands gently kneaded Viggo’s shoulders.
“Not tense” Viggo murmured, and it was true. Orlando’s hands felt amazing but in reality the mere presence of his lover was more relaxing than the best shoulder massage in the world.
Orli bent down to place a quick kiss on Viggo’s neck before crawling backwards to the head of the bed and encouraging Viggo to do the same. Once Viggo’s head hit the pillow his arms automatically pulled Orli against him with the younger man’s head on his chest. The scent of his Orlando’s hair; a mix of coconut shampoo and his lover’s unique aroma, wafted up his nostrils and Viggo was sure he could lay like that forever.
Viggo felt Orli shift, and opened his eyes to see Orli resting his chin on Viggo’s chest, his big doe eyes staring into his soul.
“You’re exhausted” Orli decided as he ran his fingers delicately over the dark bags under Viggo’s eyes.
“I’m always exhausted” Viggo replied matter of factly. “It’s difficult to sleep without you”
Orlando smiled softly, understanding completely. “Well I’m here now, so it should be the easiest thing in the world.”
“I’m not going to sleep Orli” Viggo sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand as he tried to ignore how heavy his eyelids felt. Sleep certainly did sound appealing, but he wasn’t about to waste their afternoon napping.
“We’ve got all afternoon sweetheart” Orli soothed, affectionately pushing Viggo’s hair away from his eyes. “One hour isn’t going to do any harm; I’ll even set the alarm if it makes you feel better.”
“But-”
Whatever Viggo was about to say was cut off when Orli placed his finger over Viggo’s lips.
“But nothing” Orli chided. “How often do we get to fall asleep together just because we can, and not because we’re all shagged out?
Despite his previous protests Viggo had to laugh at Orli’s straight talking, and the thought of sleep did sound tempting.
“O.K baby you’ve twisted my arm, when could I ever refuse you anything?” Viggo replied finally before climbing from underneath Orlando to strip down to his boxers. Orlando did the same before the pair climbed back into bed together, Orli once again with his head on Viggo’s chest. It took all of ten seconds before Orlando felt the rise and fall of Viggo’s chest become even, indicating that he was asleep. But Orli didn’t join his lover in slumber, at least not straight away. Instead he was content to lie in his lover’s arms, feeling safe and protected at last.
Viggo woke up gradually, at first unaware of where he was, the obvious weight of a person in his arms a little off putting, when was the last time Maria had fallen asleep cuddled up to him? Or even on the same side of the bed? The gaudy wallpaper made him remember that he was in the hotel room, and that the person asleep in his arms was his Orli. Viggo stretched as much as he could with Orlando on top of him; his lover had been right; he had needed the sleep, and was feeling much more refreshed because of it. He looked at the alarm clock; there was another 5 minutes before it would go off, and not wanting to wake Orli, Viggo was happy just to lie there. People had the common misconception that those who got involved in extra marital relations were only interested in the sex, but they couldn’t be further from the truth, at least in their relationship anyway. Of course the sex was amazing, in fact both were in agreement that it was the best sex they’d ever had, but sex was only a small part of what they had together. Whenever they booked into the hotel, it wasn’t just so they had somewhere to make love; it was so much more than that. It gave them the opportunity to feel like a proper couple, just to be together without the constant worry of someone spotting them, and on a few occasions they had spent their entire time lying in bed watching day time T.V, or just talking; the thought of sex never even entering their heads. This was why moments like this, just lying in bed together like it was their own home, meant so much to Viggo. At that moment in time he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been happier.
Viggo jumped as the shrill ring of the alarm brought him out of his reverie. He gently reached other to shut it off as he felt Orli stirring next to him. Viggo smiled down tenderly as he young lover’s eyelids began to flutter and his eyes slowly focused on him.
“You should have woke me” Orli said with a yawn, his voice rough from sleep.
“I like watching you sleep” Viggo retorted, rolling over so that Orlando was underneath him.
“You know, if Chris said that to me, it would freak me out. He’d make it sound so sinister” Orlando said thoughtfully, feeling Viggo tense involuntarily at the mention’s of Christian’s name. “But because it’s you…I don’t know, it sounds kind of adorable.”
“Adorable? Me?” Viggo exclaimed dramatically. “You sure know how to make me feel good baby! What about rugged? Handsome? Sexy? Adorable makes me sound like some sort of baby animal!”
“Hmmm maybe I should start calling you puppy or kitten” Orlando teased, ruffling Viggo’s hair to emphasise his point.
Viggo smiled at his lover’s playfulness, bending down to kiss his lips, only to let out a very unmanly yelp as Orlando rolled himself from beneath Viggo’s body.
“Now now now Professor” Orlando said in a sing song voice. “Your overactive libido has already caused you to slam me into a door knob, and you promised to kiss it better.” Despite Orlando’s light hearted tone, his voice went straight to Viggo’s groin. There was something about Orlando calling him “Professor” that sounded so decedent.
“Did I now?” Viggo asked with a predatory smile, loving where this was going.
“Uh huh” Orli replied coyly, crawling backwards on his knees and letting the sheets pool around his middle, exposing his toned body to Viggo with nothing but low cut boxer briefs to protect his modesty. “And good professors never let down their students, or ex students in my case.”
Viggo’s eyes roamed appreciatively over Orlando’s lithe frame, his mouth practically watering the sight. His face suddenly darkened as his eyes settled on Orli’s abdomen. Orlando’s brow creased in concern, following Viggo’s eyes until he realised what had caused his lover’s sudden change of mood.
“What the Hell is that?” Viggo demanded, moving closer to get a better look at the ugly bruise on Orlando’s stomach. “Did he do this to you?”
“Of course he didn’t” Orlando answered uneasily, understanding Viggo’s concern but still unconsciously moving away. “I fell off a horse.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think it was important, and then I was so excited about seeing you that it completely slipped my mind”
“And I suppose a horse did that as well” Viggo whispered through gritted teeth, gesturing towards the obvious hand mark on Orli’s bicep.
Orli looked down, covering the bruise with his other hand in shame. “It’s not what it looks like love, it was an accident. He grabbed me harder than intended and I pulled away, that’s all!”
“Jesus Christ Orlando!” Viggo yelled in fury, regretting it instantly was he saw the hurt look in his beloved’s eyes. “Can’t you hear yourself? You sound like a battered wife, why are you so quick to defend him?”
“Why are you so quick to condemn him?!” Orli shouted back, sick and tired of Viggo treating him like he was some helpless victim. “I’m leaving him for you – isn’t that enough?” Orli ran his hand through his hair to calm himself. The last thing he wanted to do was fight with Viggo, he and Christian argued enough for all of them.
“You need to trust me Viggo” Orlando continued with regained composure. “Yes, Christian is aggressive, selfish and has an infamous nasty streak, but he’s not a monster. If he ever raised a hand to me I’d be out the door for good, I promise.”
Viggo realised that he’d overreacted, but seeing those ugly bruises upon the younger man’s beautiful skin had made him see red, and he couldn’t help but presume the worst.
“I do trust you Orli, more than anyone” Viggo said finally, an unspoken mea culpa. Words weren’t necessary when two people knew each other inside out they way the two men did.
Orlando grinned, glad that the situation hadn’t escalated into a slanging match the way his disagreements with Christian invariably did. He slowly crawled back towards Viggo, wrapping his arms around his lover and kissing him soundly.
“You still haven’t kissed it better” Orlando whispered between kisses.
“You’re an impatient little minx aren’t you?” Viggo rebuked as his lips left Orli’s and made their way down his neck.
“Don’t leave a mark” Orli whispered half heartedly, wishing that Viggo could leave a mark, but knowing that he couldn’t, not yet anyway.
Orlando didn’t know whether or not Viggo had heard him, but he didn’t really care, especially when he felt Viggo’s tongue making its way down his back, and his hands urging Orli onto his hands and knees.
Viggo felt Orli tremble in anticipation and that encouraged him to go on, gently running his tongue down his lover’s spine, stopping every so often to lay feather light kisses upon his lover’s perfect body, and paying particular attention to Orli’s scar; a testament to just how strong the young man really was.
Viggo stopped at the small of Orlando’s back, wincing when he saw the mark beginning to form. He knew that it was a silly accident, but he still couldn’t help feeling a little guilty.
“Does it hurt?” Viggo murmured against Orli’s soft skin.
Orlando’s eyes were clenched shut, shaking his head adamantly. “Feels so good Vig”
Viggo’s lips still when he reached the hem of Orli’s underwear, removing the garment quickly with practiced ease. His kisses continued onto his lover’s arse, biting down gently on one delectable cheek and then the other, before gently parting them to reveal the tantalizing entrance to Orlando’s body. He felt Orlando stiffen as he began running his tongue along the crease, loving the musky taste of his lover on his tongue. He’d never done this to Orlando before, half the time they didn’t have enough time for foreplay, and he had been dying to make Orlando squirm in a way only a good rim job could.
What he didn’t expect was for Orlando to jerk away suddenly just as Viggo’s tongue began to circle his hole.
“What are you doing?!” he asked in alarm, looking over his shoulder.
“What do you think I’m doing baby?” Viggo chuckled at his lover’s ditziness, before realisation dawned on him.
“Did Christian never do this to you angel?” he asked after a few moments in a small voice
“What? Put his mouth…down there?” Orli asked incredulously. “I’m bloody sure he didn’t!” It was true; Orlando had been a virgin when he met Christian, who in turn admitted he hadn’t had many lovers. What Viggo was suggesting was probably beyond both their comprehensions, but Orli had to admit he was intrigued, if a little bit grossed out by it. Would Viggo want the younger man to do that to him?
“Hey, it’s ok” Viggo soothed, rubbing Orli’s back. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”
Orlando wasn’t sure, he’d never dreamt of anyone wanting to do that. When he and Viggo had first slept together Orli had apologised that he wasn’t a virgin, he wished that Viggo could have been his first (and last), and probably would have been if they’d met a few years earlier. This act seemed so intimate, and that scared Orli a bit, maybe that was why Christian hadn’t never tried to do it to him, but if Viggo did…it would be like giving him a piece of his virginity.
“Does it feel good?” he asked in an almost non-audible voice.
“Like you wouldn’t believe” Viggo answered huskily. “Do you want me to show you?”
Orli nodded slowly, yes. He wanted to share this with Viggo. He looked over his shoulder again as Viggo’s head began to disappear between his legs again.
“Wait!” he shouted urgently at the last minute, waiting for Viggo to meet his eyes. “If I don’t like it…..”
“If you don’t like it, of course I’ll stop love, all you have to do is say” Viggo whispered softly. “But honestly baby, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.”
Orli closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt Viggo part his cheeks and tentatively gave Orli’s hole the slightest of licks. His eyes suddenly flew open as he felt Viggo’s hot mouth on him for the second time, and any reservations he had were completely forgotten.
“Oh my God” he gasped as Viggo’s ministrations grew bolder. “Oh fuck Viggo, don’t stop.”
Viggo smiled triumphantly to himself at Orli’s vocalisations, but never stopped running his tongue around his lover’s hole, fast and then slow to keep him on his toes before finally stiffening his tongue and stabbing inside of him.
After what seemed like hours of sweet torture Orlando could feel his arms giving way underneath him, but he couldn’t help it; his senses were on fire and Viggo was well on the way to pushing him over the edge – without laying a single hand on his cock. He wanted to last longer, never wanting the feeling of utter bliss to end, but it was out of his control. Finally his wrists gave way so that he ended up resting on his forearms, he moans getting louder as Viggo continued until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck Vig, I’m gonna come” he shrieked in warning, but Viggo didn’t stop, and soon it was too late; Orli came hard and fast, he entire body shaking with the power of his orgasm. He might have blacked out for a second, but he wasn’t sure. All he was aware of was Viggo rolling him over and cleaning him off, all the while placing tender kisses over his lover’s face.
“You still with me honey?” Orlando finally came back to reality, gazing devotedly up at his lover as Viggo gently stroked his damp curls off his forehead.
“I think so” Orlando answered breathlessly, pulling Viggo down into a passionate kiss, tasting himself on the other’s lips, and finding it incredibly erotic.
“Christ Vig” he continued as he pulled away. “Why haven’t you…I mean I never thought….wow.” O.K, so it wasn’t the most eloquent thing he’d ever said, but Viggo had all but melted his mind, so it was his fault really.
Viggo so badly wanted to laugh at his lover’s lack of articulation, and if it were any other time he probably would have, but he had others things on his mind at that moment. Touching his beautiful Orlando in such a personal way and watching him come undone before his eyes had left him painfully hard and ready for more.
“Ready for round two?” Viggo whispered suggestively as he pulled Orlando against his hardness.
Orlando didn’t answer, he didn’t have to. Viggo had seen that cheeky look in his eyes innumerable times; Orlando had a plan up his sleeve. With a look of pure lust, Orlando gracefully turned around and leaned over the bed, making sure to give Viggo an inviting view of his backside, before coming back up with condoms and lube. Both of them resented having to use them, but it was necessary. For one thing they had no way of knowing whether their partners had not been cheating them. But more importantly, they hid the evidence.
Viggo happily leaned back against the headboard as instructed to by Orlando, holding out his hand for the lube, only to have it playfully batted away.
“No touching” Orlando chided with a pout, pushing Viggo’s arms up to grab the top bar of the headboard.
Viggo felt his heart begin to beat faster as he realised Orli was going to put on a show for him. Orlando climbed forward to straddle Viggo, pushing himself up on his knees with Viggo’s hard cock dangerously close to the young man’s entrance. Just a few inches lower and Viggo would have been inside him. Orlando smiled conspiringly as he uncapped the lube before coating his fingers. Orlando was well aware of his sexuality and the affect it had on Viggo (and half the men and women he’d met for that matter) but he’d never use it against him; ‘well, almost never’ he thought with a devilish grin.
Making sure that he had Viggo’s undivided attention, Orlando pushed himself further up on his knees to give himself room, and reached behind himself to slowly circle his hole, mimicking what Viggo had been doing only minutes earlier with his tongue. Unsurprisingly, he found himself already open from Viggo’s previous handiwork, and Viggo could probably have entered him with minimal preparation, but where was the fun in that? After circling his hole a few times, he pushed his finger inside himself, which his body eagerly accepted. He groaned extra loudly as he did so, making sure Viggo could see how turned on he was. Viggo in turn was obeying Orlando’s orders to the letter, he never moved his hands to touch his lover, but his resolve was quickly slipping as Orli’s face told him that he’d added a second finger. After a few seconds Orli’s calm demeanour changed as he suddenly bucked erratically on his lover’s lap, groaning like a seasoned whore as he found his prostate.
“Jesus Orli are you trying to kill me?” Viggo asked breathlessly, he about ready to burst but still he couldn’t take his eyes off the young Brit. Finally he ever crumbling willpower collapsed as he reached out and pulled his lover closer towards him, before reaching underneath to push a finger into Orlando’s body alongside his lover’s digits.
Orlando didn’t care that Viggo had touched him when he had told him not to; he was so aroused that he didn’t care, and the feeling of Viggo’s fingers alongside his own was amazing.
“More” Orlando gasped, encouraging Viggo to add another finger, loving the burn he felt as he was filled almost to bursting, he spare hand pushing Viggo’s face against his neck as his lover sucked relentlessly.
“Need you inside me now” Orli whispered, gingerly raising himself up so that all four fingers up his arse could be removed without causing any damage, but feeling empty as soon as they were gone. Viggo quickly rolled on a condom and liberally lubricated his cock with as much finesse as he could muster at that point (which wasn’t very much) before Orlando straddled him once again and impaled himself on Viggo’s flesh in one fell swoop.
Viggo groaned as he was engulfed by Orli’s tight, hot body, willing himself with all his might not to come on the spot, he knew he wasn’t going to last long, and the way that Orli was moving on top of him suggested that neither was he. Orlando’s strong thighs, toned from long hours of dance practice, worked in over drive as he tried to guide them both to completion. Viggo continued to thrust up into Orli, his hands mapping their way down his chest, stopping to tease his lover’s nipples, before finally coming to rest on his slender hips – not to guide him, just to keep as much bodily contact as possible. Almost every one of Viggo’s unpredictable thrusts (he was too far gone to have any real sense of rhythm) was now making contacts with Orlando’s pleasure centre, who in return squeezed his internal muscles tightly, determined to milk his lover dry.
“Come for me baby” Viggo panted as one hand found Orli’s hard length, pumping it furiously. “Let me see you come.”
Orlando didn’t need any encouragement, as soon as he felt his lover’s skilled hands on his flesh, he was lost. He threw his head back and came hard for the second time that afternoon, whispering Viggo’s name like a mantra. Viggo quickly followed suit, spilling into the condom. Orlando continued to move erratically until the last waves of his orgasm passed, before collapsing forward into Viggo’s arms. His hands came up into Viggo’s damp hair as their lips met in a bruising kiss, before Viggo gently eased him up and off of his softening flesh so that he could dispose of the condom, then laid himself down again next to his sated lover.
“Love you” Viggo said softly, placing a chaste kiss on the young man’s full lips
“Love you too” Orli answered in return as his snuggled in closer. “Shit” he cursed under his breath, wincing as he thoroughly used flesh protested. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t so well endowed, I’m gonna have trouble sitting down after the seeing to you’ve just given me.”
“And I’m sure the four fingers you had up your ass didn’t have anything to do with it, did it baby?” Viggo teased gently, laughing as Orlando buried his head in the crook of his arm, feigning embarrassment. “You didn’t have any complaints at the time.”
Orlando mumbled something inaudible against his skin, playfully punching the older man on the arm. The pair of them lay together in silence for some time, both aware that they would soon have to go back to their respective partners, but neither having the heart or the energy to move.
Both men jumped when Orlando’s phone vibrated suddenly on the desk, forcing the younger man to begrudgingly untangle himself from his lover’s hold. Viggo stretched out lazily, admiring the naked form of the Brit as he clambered gracefully over him.
“It’s a message from Chris” Orli said with a frown, running his fingers through his hair. “He’s coming home from work early, wants me to bring food home with me.”
Viggo closed his eyes in defeat, they always seemed to be interrupted, and Orli shared his irritation. He failed to remember the last time Christian left work at a normal time, and then he goes and picks a day that was supposed to be for him and Viggo.
“Come on then angel, it can’t be helped” Viggo said finally, getting up off the bed and pulling his lover towards the bathroom, taking Orli’s phone off him and throwing it on the bed.
Orli smiled in relief, glad to see that Viggo wasn’t too bothered that their afternoon was being cut short, and allowed his lover to pull him towards the shower.
“You keep your hands to yourself!” Orlando said in warning as Viggo all but carried him into the shower. “I’ve got to be home in less than an hour.”
“Spoilsport” Viggo grumbled, but nevertheless set about cleaning himself up, trying not to focus too much on his lover’s wet, soapy body pressed deliciously close to him.
“I’ll drop you off” Viggo shouted under the spray as he reached for the hotel’s complimentary shampoo. “That’ll give us a bit more time, quicker than getting the tube anyway. It shouldn’t be too suspicious; I used to drop you off all the time.”
“Thanks Vig” Orli replied as he got out the shower, still nervous that the smell of Viggo might still linger no him despite the fact that he had scrubbed until he was almost raw. He passed Viggo a towel as he followed him out.
“I’ll pop over to the Chinese across the street, bring in something decent to eat” Orli continued as he pulled on his clothes, paying attention to aggravate his tender flesh. “If I soften him up with deep-fried seaweed and prawn toast, I might have a trouble free evening.”
Orli laughed, indicating that he wasn’t being serious, but it still bothered Viggo. He had been to the apartment Orlando and Christian shared on several occasions, and despite it being outlandishly extravagant and luxurious, Viggo found it be a cold and depressing place; he hated the thought of sending Orli back there.
Once they were both dressed, Viggo sat on the bed, pulling Orlando down onto his knee and kissing him slowly.
“You gonna be ok tonight?” he asked softly, knowing full well that this was when the guilt kicked in that left Orlando utterly miserable.
Orli smiled back affectionately, his heart swelling when he heard the amount of love and concern in the American’s voice. “With this afternoon’s antics to think about? I’ll be more than O.K” Orli reassured light heartedly, before pushing Viggo back on the bed for one last making out session before they both returned to their respective prisons.
TBC
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Date: 2007-04-02 01:44 am (UTC)Hi
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Date: 2007-04-02 07:05 pm (UTC)Thanks again xxxx