vigorli | Geek!Orlando, part 13 (Orlando/Viggo, adult)

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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 12
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Orlando was finally getting to the laundry. Sunday Morning Laundry, this time.

He really enjoyed doing laundry. It was neat and compartmentalized, and it had instructions and rules. He was great at instructions and rules. And manuals.

Mmmmm. Manuals.

But he wasn’t really that into it today. He kept finding himself thinking about… well… other things.

He was feeling better, just like Viggo had said he would. That coconutty bubble bath had helped a lot; he wasn’t really sore at all now. He could feel… like - - … he knew something had been… going on… back - - down - - well, there. But it wasn’t uncomfortable any more. It was more… neutral, now. Like, just a reminder.

Sort of like he had a sign on his butt that said: Viggo Was Here.

Huh. Actually, the sensation wasn’t even really neutral. It was sorta… um - - well…

It was kinda… nice. Like the sign would really say: Viggo, My Really Nice Boyfriend, Was Here.

Oh god.

He had a b - … a b - … a boyfriend? Orlando blinked.

Well, his butt seemed to think so.

Hmm. Apparently his dick agreed.

The thought made Orlando squirm a little, pleasantly, low in his belly. Because actually, really thinking about it, that feeling… back - - down… there, well, it wasn’t even kinda nice. It was more like…

Well, it was more like, really nice. Like the sign would say: Viggo, My Amazingly Nice And Gorgeous Boyfriend, Was Here, And It Was Even Better Than The Big Summer Blowout Two-For-One Cartridge Deal At Island Ink Jet Holy Moly.

Well, his butt wasn’t nearly big enough for a sign that long.

=geek!flashback=

“I saw your toaster in your linen closet when I grabbed a towel for my shower; I wasn’t sure if maybe it was broken. Is it okay to use?”

Oh god.

Viggo. Had found. The toaster.

Oh god!!!

Orlando’s brain produced a sudden, horrific flash of the scene that was about to occur:

He and Baywatch Viggo were having a romantic, morning-after breakfast of chicken and Ritz at Orlando’s kitchen table.

With toast.

Toast. And Viggo.

IN THE SAME ROOM.

And Orlando would make it exactly three-point-seven seconds before frantically wanking all over the table, and probably Viggo, too. And Viggo would look at him like Orlando was a freak – which was totally and completely true - and he would run out the door like any sane, nice, gorgeous boyfriend would do. Should do.

And he would never want to see Orlando again.

Orlando’s cock was already poking its head up above the coconutty bubbles, just knowing there was something to be verrrry interested in.

See???

He couldn’t let Viggo use the toaster. He just couldn’t!

“Oh! Um!” Orlando called back. “Yeah! Um, I mean - - no! I mean, you can’t - - you shouldn’t - - um…!”

“Okay, no problem,” Viggo called back up.

Then he could hear Viggo getting some plates out of the cupboard.

Well. That wasn’t so hard. Well, the fibbing, that is.

His dick, on the other hand….

It was a good thing he was already in the tub.

---

Somehow Orlando pulled himself together, got out of the tub and toweled off, defogged his glasses, added a quick tape touch-up, and went downstairs. Once in the kitchen, he hastily took a seat at the table in case the camouflage of his blue and orange plaid of his robe wasn’t enough.

Viggo smiled at him.

Holy moly, Viggo was handsome. He wore that towel like Eric Bana in a toga, all confident and masculine and gorgeous. Like in that one scene, where Hector was getting dressed to go out and fight Achilles, putting on his armor while his wife was sleeping. Eric Bana was straight in real life, wasn’t he? That seemed… weird. Yeah, Orlando realized that most people were straight, but he just didn’t get it. Women were nice, but the whole breasts thing just seemed kinda… icky. And he totally didn’t understand why women got implants to make them even bigger. How did women even walk around with those things sticking out, anyway? Now, his mom’s - - hers were a good size. Not too big, not too - -

“…any juice?” Viggo asked, seemingly not for the first time.

“Jimmy Carter!” Orlando blurted.

Viggo quirked an amused eyebrow.

“Um - - …Tang, I mean,” Orlando explained poorly. He started again. “I usually drink Tang. Jimmy Carter - -… he… he likes Tang. Or at least, he did. When I was a kid. And I liked him, so… I liked Tang.”

Viggo crossed his arms and leaned a towel-clad hip against the counter, grinning.

“William A. Mitchell - - he… um, he - - invented Tang. And Cool Whip. And - - um, Pop Rocks… too.

“It’s in the cupboard. Um, behind you,” Orlando finished weakly.

Viggo turned to the cupboard, still grinning.

Oh god. Had Orlando actually been sitting here thinking about his mom’s breasts? What the heck was wrong with him??

Viggo served up breakfast - - er, dinner… well - - breakfast. And Tang. Orlando’s glasses fogged up again in the steam rising from his plate.

They ate in silence until Viggo spoke up.

“You were right; this is very good,” Viggo complimented him.

Orlando glanced up and gave Viggo a half-hearted smile. “Thanks,” he said, thumbing up the bridge of his glasses. He looked back down at his food.

“Hey, you,” Viggo said quietly. Orlando looked up again.

“Any regrets about last night?” Viggo asked. His voice was gentle.

“Oh! Gosh - - no,” Orlando stumbled. “It was - - you were - - … it was good. Better than good. Really good. It was - - … wonderful.” He sighed. “It’s just that… I should be - - … serving you breakfast. I’m afraid I’m just - - not - - very good at this.”

Viggo reached for Orlando’s hand. “I highly disagree,” he rumbled, his eyes twinkling. “I think you’re very good. Last night and now.”

Orlando looked down at his plate, blushing.

Viggo lifted Orlando’s hand to his mouth. “Are you going to make me convince you?” he said mock-threateningly. Orlando’s eyes widened.

Viggo sucked Orlando’s finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip. Orlando squealed and honked out a giggle at the sensation. Viggo grinned and released Orlando’s hand.

“Thank you… for the bath,” Orlando said. “I haven’t had a bubble bath in ages. I felt like - - a princess.”

Orlando realized how dumb that sounded as soon as it slipped out of his mouth, but then thought it might not be so dumb after all, if it made Viggo smile all crinkly like he was.

“Every guy needs to feel like a princess now and then,” Viggo grinned. Orlando smiled back at him.

Gosh, this was nice.

They finished breakfast with Orlando in a much lighter mood.

Viggo went upstairs and dressed while Orlando tidied up in the kitchen. He returned with his duffle bag, saying he was going to head home to do some painting this afternoon.

Orlando pulled his robe around himself a little tighter. “Um… I didn’t actually get a very good look at your… PC. The other day, I mean. Maybe we should - - … um, maybe I could come over, later… and check it for you?” He thumbed up his glasses nervously. “After I get to Laundry Night… er - -… Laundry Day… I mean?”

Viggo grinned as he was sliding into his jacket.

“That’d be perfect,” Viggo said. “Dinner, too?”

Orlando nodded, smiling shyly.

“I’m leaving now,” Viggo said. “Will you come here and kiss me goodbye?”

Orlando beamed. He'd scampered over to Viggo before he realized he was even moving. He leaned in and kissed Viggo lightly.

“See you tonight… Princess,” Viggo growled, winking.

Orlando’s eyes widened; he clapped a hand over his mouth, stifling a giggle.

Viggo left, closing the door softly behind him.

Wow.

=end geek!flashback=

Orlando squeezed his eyes shut and tried to shake it off. Darn it, he was not going to wank off on any more household appliances!

The washer deserved better!

He tried to focus on Laundry Thoughts. Like whether the Oxiclean Stain Remover might even be able to make a dent in the ink stain on his shirt from when he’d had massive pocket protector failure at work on Tuesday. Man, his boss was going to kill him if he had to order another shirt! Although, maybe the embroidery people might spell his name right this time….

Huh. Laundry Thoughts did seem to help; the pressure in his privates was relenting. Urges back under control, Orlando threw in a load of Fruit of the Looms and started the machine.

And hey, cool - - he could sit and have a glance through that Hard Drives Weekly Viggo had brought him while he waited!

ETA: continued here

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From:

bee-ta-baby.livejournal.com

“…any juice?” Viggo asked, seemingly not for the first time.

“Jimmy Carter!” Orlando blurted.

Viggo quirked an amused eyebrow.

HOLYFREAKINGSHIT! I nearly fell off my chair laughing at that... Just too damned funny... and my poor dog looked at me as if I'd lost it... Thank you so much, haven't laughed like that in ages...
*hugs*

From:

lulabel.livejournal.com

VIGGO WAS HERE. Snort. That single sentence alone was worth the price of admission. (You, know, like if we all actually paid admission here, which we don't...)

From:

bunnysummers.livejournal.com

“See you tonight… Princess,” Viggo growled, winking.

Orlando’s eyes widened; he clapped a hand over his mouth, stifling a giggle.
Damn!! I just LOVE these two together. So freaking cute that I can hardly stand it!!!

From:

liriel1810.livejournal.com

Orlando pulled his robe around himself a little tighter. “Um… I didn’t actually get a very good look at your… PC. The other day, I mean. Maybe we should - - … um, maybe I could come over, later… and check it for you?” He thumbed up his glasses nervously. “After I get to Laundry Night… er - -… Laundry Day… I mean?”

Woot! Geek!Orlando is making a move! You go, boyfriend! *giggle*

“Um - - …Tang, I mean,” Orlando explained poorly. He started again. “I usually drink Tang. Jimmy Carter - -… he… he likes Tang. Or at least, he did. When I was a kid. And I liked him, so… I liked Tang.”

Viggo crossed his arms and leaned a towel-clad hip against the counter, grinning.

“William A. Mitchell - - he… um, he - - invented Tang. And Cool Whip. And - - um, Pop Rocks… too.

“It’s in the cupboard. Um, behind you,” Orlando finished weakly.

*snorfle* I think I broke something! That was so freaking hilarious and adorkably cute!

and the final bit that saw me falling on the floor laughing (the other bits made me laugh, but these ones really made me fall over)

“Every guy needs to feel like a princess now and then,” Viggo grinned. Orlando smiled back at him.

God, this story just gets better and better!

Just quietly, I think Viggo is a bit of a geek too... he just hides it better!

Oh, I loved the "back... down... there" thoughts too! I could probably quote the whole freaking thing, but I won't... but I loved it, immensely!

From:

luckiest-loser.livejournal.com

*squeeee* You write Orlando even cuter with everyyy update, lol. I absolutelyyy loveeee him!!! I look forward to the next update with these twoo, adorableee <33