vigorli | Geek!Orlando, part 21 (Orlando/Viggo, adult)

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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 20
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Orlando raced down the hall toward the bedroom, blond Elven boxers streaming behind him; even his goose bumps could feel Viggo lurching madly after him.

He just managed to get to the far side of the bed before whirling to face the door and Viggo's invasion. The sight of Viggo made Orlando’s breath decide to evict itself from his lungs. All at once.

Viggo must’ve clawed his fingers around his head on the way down the hall, making a wild mess of his hair, and he came bursting into the bedroom, all hunched over and scary and slobbering.

Pretend slobbering, thankfully.

It was the funniest thing Orlando had ever seen.

And it was – scary. Kind of. But in a funny way.

And it was kind of… something else, too. A little. Sort of.

But mostly, it was really, really funny.

“You think you can tease me and get away with it, Elf???” Viggo roared. “The bad guys didn’t make me Head Orc for nothing, you know!”

Viggorc waved his arms threateningly, glaring and spitting.

Pretend spitting, thankfully.

Legorlando tried to look brave and Elf-y, but the fact that he was holding his sides and choking with laughter was sort of weakening his position.

Viggorc growled and leaped atop the bed and across it, trapping Legorlando in his gorgeous Orc clutches.

Legorlando squealed and giggled.

“Now you’re mine!” Viggorc hissed, throwing Legorlando to the bed and climbing atop him, straddling him with his gorgeous, denim-clad Orc legs.

Legorlando giggled.

“Legolas! Come to the Dark Side!” Viggorc rumbled, and kiss-attacked the side of Legorlando’s throat with his gorgeous Orc mouth.

Legorlando giggled.

Legorlando managed a shove at Viggorc’s gorgeous chest, though only a weak one. Oxygen deprivation due to giggling was definitely no help when an Elf needed to defend himself from a crazed Viggorc.

“Resistance is futile!” Viggorc roared, pinning Legorlando’s arms to the bed.

Legorlando stopped giggling.

He looked up at Viggorc, wide-eyed.

Viggorc looked back, confused.

Uh oh.

Legorlando’s dick suddenly seemed reeeeeally interested in checking out this Viggorc guy.

Arms still securely pinned, Orlando lifted his head, looking down between their bodies.

Holy moly.

Viggorc’s cock looked pretty darn interested, too. Either that or Viggorc had stuffed a hard drive in his pocket, like that one guy who'd tried to walk out of Best Buys ‘R Us with a not-paid-for Western Digital Raptor X 150 GB drive a few weeks ago.

Oh god. He… he liked… this?

He was turning into such a freak!

He looked up at Viggorc a little desperately.

Viggorc blinked, still confused.

“Orlando…” Viggo said, not being Viggorc any more. “What…-“

Orlando’s hips involuntarily hitched upward, causing a delicious collision with Viggo’s cock. Viggo gasped.

“You like…?” Viggo hesitated.

Orlando bit his lip, eyes wide, and nodded a little.

Viggo blinked.

“Um. Uh... which? The -… the Elf/Orc… thing?” Viggo’s eyes flitted to the now-askew Tweety Bird boxers on Orlando’s head. “…or the… holding… thing?” Viggo tipped his head in the direction of Orlando’s trapped wrists.

Orlando bit his lip harder, eyes wider, and nodded a little more.

“Both?” Viggo said, his voice cracking a little.

Orlando’s hips did the involuntary collision thing again. They both gurgled weirdly.

“Oh,” Viggo said weakly.

Orlando trembled. He was really… really… um, well – this was hot. And he really, really needed….

“We can –… play… like that…” Viggo started. Viggo involuntarily pressed his own hips to Orlando’s and his eyes rolled back in his head a little. Orlando whimpered.

“I definitely seem to… want to –… too,” Viggo continued. “But not if you’re drunk. I don’t want to not know what you’re thinking.”

“Not drunk!” Orlando pipped.

Viggo looked at him indecisively. “But… how do I know?”

“Not drunk! Not drunk!” Orlando chirped, increasingly desperate. The hip collision this time wasn’t quite involuntary. Viggo grunted.

Viggo reached frantically for some reassurance. “Okay then… say your ABCs. I want to know if –“

“ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA!” Orlando spilled out in one breath.

Viggo blinked.

“The sum of the square roots of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side!” Orlando spewed frantically.

Viggo blinked.

“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long –“

Viggo blinked.

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

They kissed madly, legs tangling and hips squirming against their pants - and why did clothing have no sense of timing, anyway? - trying to get through, to dive into the heat of each other.

“Wait,” Viggo gasped.

His thumbs traced Viggo Circles over the flutter of Orlando’s pulse at each wrist. Orlando’s chest heaved beneath his ORLADNO.

“I want… I want to suck you,” Viggo whispered huskily, his breath warm on Orlando’s face.

“Ohhh,” Orlando moaned, closing his eyes, because yeah, he would be okay with that.

“Can I… is it alright if... if I tie you?” Viggo asked carefully. “Would you… like that?”

Orlando blinked owlishly. A quick conference with his cock produced the verdict. “Um. Yeah,” he quivered. “Yes please?”

Viggo smiled and kissed Orlando’s mouth, a quick peck. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

He jumped off the bed and ran to his closet, taking 10, maybe 15 seconds to locate his robe and pull the long tie free from its loops. He turned back to the bed, innocent robe closure-turned-sex toy raised in his triumphant grasp.

Orlando had stripped himself bare faster than the Wii endcap on 25% Off Anything In the Store Weekend.* He lay sprawled and trembly, squinting up at Viggo as he adjusted Legolas’ golden tresses, turning Tweety Bird discreetly to the back.

Viggo made a little keening sound low in his throat and got himself equally naked. He climbed back onto the bed, kissing Orlando deeply before wrapping an end of the robe tie around one eager wrist.

Orlando bit his lip, eyes sparkling in excitement. Viggo shook his head a little, grinning at him.

He threaded the tie around the headboard rail and attached the free end to Orlando’s other arm. “You don’t like anything, we stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” Orlando said solemnly, before breaking out into a bright smile. His dick, however, was long past the mood for smiling and was grumpily thumping for attention.

Viggo stretched his body out along Orlando’s, making delicious shivery contact from chests to knees.

“Oh god, Viggo!” Orlando’s breath wooshed out of him at the electric warmth of it.

“I’m an Orc,” Viggorc reminded him archly, giving Orlando’s wrists an Orcish squeeze.

“Oh, yeah,” Legorlando whispered darkly.

Viggorc attacked, his gorgeous Orc hands mauling the Elf’s chest, his gorgeous Orc mouth hungry on the Elf’s nipples. He feasted Orchishly on Legorlando’s pale Elf-y flesh, moving lower and lower, driven both by the power of the Ring and the pull of Legorlando’s super sexy male-parts.

Legorlando writhed in delicious torment, murmuring that he would never succumb to Saruman’s evil minion … not even if he licked him… there…

…NO!.. No… and especially not if the foul beast sucked… that…

… he would… never… give…

And then the Elf was gleefully shrieking out the whereabouts of the pansy Hobbit Ring Bearer as he came in Elf-ish buckets down Viggorc’s gorgeous Orc throat.

Huh.

Orlando would’ve thought Legolas could hold out under torture a lot longer than that.

Some time later, as he was wrapped securely in his gorgeous Orc’s gorgeous arms and reverie began to claim the happily exhausted Elf, he wondered dreamily if they had orange roses in Middle Earth.

*Excluding Sale Merchandise and Movies With Cher In Them

ETA: continued here

a/n: Thank you to

eenoogje for the role-playing idea! Even after I'd written the boxers on the head Legolas bit, I didn’t see that angle at all; she suggested it and graciously let me use it. Thank you, hon!

eta2: I neglected to cite two bits: The sum of the square roots... is from L. Frank Baum's The Wizard of Oz, and Four score and seven years ago... is of course from Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address. My apologies.