Geek!Orlando, part 16 (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 15
a/n 2: check out the additions to the banner! *snorfles*





Orlando hoped no mystery shoppers would come into the store today. He was polite to the customers and to his coworkers, as always. But he felt sleepy, and kind of… distracted.

He’d stayed at Viggo’s late. Like, really late. He’d known he should get home, get some sleep for work this morning. But Viggo’s lips and Viggo’s hands and Viggo’s skin and Viggo’s voice kept doing this weird One Ring thing on Orlando’s hormone-fogged brain. Come on, Frodo, kiss him behind the other ear now. Thaaaat’s it. Now just undo one more button. Gooood. Mmmm, that nipple looks soooo lickable. There are never any customers in the store that first hour, anyway….

So Orlando stayed, and Orlando kissed, and Orlando unbuttoned, and Orlando licked, and now Orlando was tired.

It’d been worth it, though.

He smiled, thinking about their evening. Viggo knew now, knew what a freak Orlando was about the toast thing. And it was okay!

And Viggo was sort of - just a tiny bit, maybe - a freak, too. Well, about umbrellas, rather than toasters. But still. And that was hugely more than okay.

So, they’d made out on the couch, and Orlando didn’t fall off this time. They’d kissed and hugged and touched and kissed some more. It was sort of sweet and easy, and they didn’t undress much. At first Orlando kept thinking about the next step, what he should be doing next, were they going to - - you know… again. Stuff like that. But Viggo kept distracting him from worrying, kept making him just feel good. Orlando finally figured he should let go of the worrying about what was next, and just try to make Viggo feel good, too.

It seemed like he did okay, too. Viggo got all melty and mumbly when Orlando focused on him. Orlando started feeling kind of studly, being able to make Viggo all twisty and murmury like that. Like Orlando was Rock Hudson, and Viggo was a big Doris Day-shaped pan of Jello Wigglers.

“What are you grinning about?” Elijah yawned. “You’re all glazed over.”

Orlando started, pausing in his Windexing the counter duties. “Oh - - … I was just…thinking…about last night. It was - - it was nice.”

Elijah’s eyes got big. “Last night?”

Orlando bit his lip, and nodded.

“Viggo?” Elijah’s eyes got bigger.

Orlando blushed a little, really hoping it was National Mystery Shoppers’ Official Day Off. “Yeah,” he said quietly, though there were no customers nearby.

“Did you…?” Elijah’s eyes got biggest, which was actually kind of painful-looking. If there were any shoppers in today, the physical description on Elijah’s report was going to include phrases like, The Computer Department Employee Ejilah appeared to be VERY, VERY SURPRISED. Or possibly to have an unknown medical condition.

“Yeah,” Orlando whispered, blushing more, but in a happy way. “Well, no - - not… last night. Last night we - - … well, just kissed and- -… stuff. But yeah, the other night….”

“Wow,” Elijah wowed.

“Yeah. Wow,” Orlando yeah-wowed. He sighed a sort of girly little romantic sigh.

Hm. Maybe Orlando was Doris Day.

Except Viggo would look way better as a blond than Orlando would.

Hmmmmmmm. Blond Viggo, with glasses…?

Nah.

Elijah’s mouth gaped in another huge yawn, which at least made his eyes go back to normal.

“Why are you so tired?” Orlando asked.

“Eh, just the usual,” Elijah mumbled.

Orlando turned away, trying to hide his reaction. He knew his way around the internet just fine, thank you very much - - chat rooms, all of it. And those Live Journal people that Elijah liked to hang out online with till all hours every night were some major freaks.

Orlando couldn’t stop a little shudder.

---

“Viggo, um?” Orlando said quietly into his cell phone.

“Hello, Princess,” Viggo smiled into his phone.

Oh god. Orlando’s face was already at three-alarm status, and now….

“Is this a good time?” he whispered.

Viggo seemed to straighten. “Yes, of course,” he said, concerned. “Is anything wrong? Are you at work?”

“No, um. Well - -… no, I’m not at work. And no, nothing’s, well, wrong, but…. I’m at Target. It’s my lunch break.” Orlando’s voice was very quiet.

“Okay,” Viggo said, confused.

“I usually just eat in the break room. But, well, I was thinking how you have had - - … things. So far. For when we - - … did - - stuff. And I wanted to, uh… contribute …” the whisper trailed off.

“What, Orlando? I don’t understand.” Viggo said kindly.

Orlando took a mental deep breath. “I wanted to buy some… condoms. And, stuff. For us. For when we - - … well, if we do… again. Oh god. Do you… want to? Again, I mean?” The scant few molecules of Orlando’s voice managed to creep their way into Viggo’s earpiece.

Viggo smiled. “Oh, okay - you’re buying condoms and lube. And yes, Orlando, I very much want to make love with you again. Very much. Very VERY much.”

Orlando grinned. Thank goodness!

A woman pushing a red-faced toddler in a Target cart was agonizing between spearmint or peppermint mouthwash a few feet away. She eyed Orlando suspiciously as he skulked, blushing and grinning and whispering into his cell phone, in front of the personal sexual wellness display.

Orlando stopped grinning.

He kept blushing, though. Geez, he was totally going to match the Target bull’s-eye at this rate.

“So, why are you calling?” Viggo asked. “I’m very glad you did, but….”

“Oh. Well, I - - … I don’t know, uh - -… there’s so much, well - - variety….”

Viggo grinned.

“Viggo, did you know all this? There’s regular and thin and ultra-thin… and sensitive and extra-sensitive and super-sensitive - and does that mean - - like, it makes you more?, or you should use them if you are? - - And which one am I? Or, is it, you? Gosh, I don’t know….. And colors and - - geez - - flavors? And glow in the dark - - ….”

The mouthwash agonizer glared at him before righteously marching herself and her toddler out of Orlando’s vicinity.

Holy moly. He’d just had sex for the first time and he was already a pervert!

“I have plenty of supplies here, though of course you should get whatever you’d like,” Viggo offered. “Do you think you might like to go shopping together some time?”

Um. Wow. Together?

“Um. Wow. Together?” Orlando whispered. “Um. Yeah, I guess - -… I guess that would be good….”

Orlando felt better when they hung up a moment later. Thank goodness. He’d probably would’ve passed out again trying to get through the checkout with that stuff, anyway.

---

Orlando was back at Viggo’s that night.

Actually, he was on Viggo’s floor. In front of Viggo’s couch. Between Viggo’s knees.

Looking at Viggo’s cock.

It was so… interesting. Pretty, even. Cocks shouldn’t be pretty, should they?

He’d always thought his own cock looked just - - well, cocky. No, not cocky. Cockish?

But Viggo’s was all smooth and rosy, and it just looked… well, sort of happy, Orlando decided; just happy to be here.

And it felt really nice, too; so smooth and hard. It reminded Orlando of that new joystick on the 360 Pro wireless controller. The few times he’d been able to beat Elijah at Mario vs. Donky Kong 2: March of the Minis, it was partly because he’d used that joystick, and it felt so perfect in his hand that Orlando had been able to get into that Zen place and just fly.

Viggo’s cock felt like that in his hand.

Well, it was bigger, definitely. And it was warm.

Well, hot.

Orlando was actually feeling sort of Zen now. Some weird music of Viggo’s was on, and it was really relaxing. Viggo looked really relaxed. His head had fallen back, his eyes were closed, his hand was gently stroking Orlando’s shoulder.... It was all so nice.

Really nice.

Huh. Viggo had a Zen Joystick Cock.

Gosh, it looked awfully nice. And Viggo’s lips tasted like butter. So, well - -….

Orlando leaned even closer, and licked.

Viggo gasped.

Orlando blinked.

Huh.

That was… interesting.

He licked again, across the head, where Orlando thought it might feel good on himself.

Viggo gasped again.

Apparently Viggo agreed.

Wow. It was really - - hot, making Viggo make that sound. Maybe if Orlando just….

And then Orlando was licking all over Viggo’s cock, licking it first in little licks, like with a melty ice cream cone. And then in more sucky licks, like with a Charm’s Blowpop. Only no bubblegum center, of course.

And Viggo really seemed to like it.

And then Orlando sort of put his lips all the way around the head of Viggo’s cock, and wow, did Viggo ever seem happy about that.

Orlando heard Viggo say, “Stop, stop,” but wow, Orlando didn’t want to, because this was really nice, and then Viggo - -

Oh. OH!

OhgodNotButterNotButterNotButterNotButterNotButterNotButterNotButterNotButter!

Orlando made a record dash to Viggo’s bathroom sink, hung his head under the faucet, and rinsed.

A lot.

Oh god.

Did he really just do that? Viggo was such a nice boyfriend, and Orlando had just….

He was never. Coming out. Of this bathroom.

Ever.

Viggo sort of staggered in, gingerly zipping his fly.

Oh. Orlando hadn’t locked the door.

There went the never coming out plan.

Viggo looked at Orlando, his face a weird combination of concerned and happy and stupid.

“I’m sorry,” Viggo said.

Okay, concerned seem to be winning out.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Orlando. I tried to warn you, but….”

“No, god, I’m sorry!” Orlando said, mortified. “I can’t believe I just did that! You’re so nice, and I just….”

Viggo pulled Orlando close to him. “It’s perfectly fine, how you reacted. Most people find it, well… an acquired taste. And some never do like it.”

Oh, oh, Viggo Circles alert. Mmmmmm.

Orlando could already feel his heart rate slowing.

“I should’ve let you know I was close much more clearly,” Viggo said. “I was just so… enjoying it, the way your mouth felt, the way you moved your lips….” Viggo kissed Orlando’s temple.

Orlando’s pulse did a U-turn on Slowing Down Street. “It was… you - - … it was okay?”

Viggo sort of growled and cradled Orlando’s chin in one hand and kissed him - an amazing kiss; a long, deep, slow, with tongue, amazing kiss – before releasing his mouth.

“Oh,” Orlando gasped.

“Come to bed,” Viggo crooned.

“Okay,” Orlando swooned.

They staggered to the bed. Viggo pulled back the covers and began to undress.

Orlando’s eye landed on… something, on the bed, between the pillows.

It was… an umbrella.

Oh. Oh gosh.

Viggo kept an umbrella… in his bed?

Oh, this was too… personal, even for - -….

He looked a meepish sort of look at Viggo.

“Well, I like to keep it… handy….” Viggo said.

Viggo kept a straight-face for a second, but he couldn’t hold it. A grin split his face and he dissolved into giggling.

Orlando blinked.

Oh.

Ohhhh!

Orlando mock-glared at Viggo, biting his lips in a failed attempt to keep his own grin from showing.

Then Orlando pushed his boyfriend onto the bed, grabbed a pillow, and soundly punished him.

Before Orlando finally drifted off for a nap before going home, Viggo made it up to Orlando by totally and completely ignoring Orlando’s own warning for him to stop.

Thank goodness.

ETA: continued here

Comments

[sundew.livejournal.com]

*keels over laughing*

Viggo had a Zen Joystick Cock.

Best line ever. I don't know how you do it but every chapter just gets better and better. And the story has been brilliant from the start. You are the bestest. Seriously.

And now I'll go and sit in the corner and try to compose myself. My colleagues are watching me and probably fear for my sanity. *giggles quietly*

[stormatdusk.livejournal.com]

your comment is so encouraging. i'm actually less confident as i get further into this thing, probably just because i usually stick to one-shots, i guess. so thank you; i really appreciate it!