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stormatduskpairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 22
a/n 2: this part is dedicated to
lady_razzle, aka Ms. Newly and Coolly Employed. the bunny for the ending is hers. :) she also made the freaking adorable icon.Orlando followed Viggo around the department, letting Viggo load up his arms with his selections. This was kind of fun. It was like having a gorgeous personal shopper. With many fine extra non-shopping privileges.
Viggo had had a really good time in the shower this morning, if his little moaning sounds and one big shout at the end were any indication. Orlando’d had a really good time, too. The NotButter was a lot more manageable this time, probably both because the shower water served nicely to dilute things a bit, and because this time, Orlando actually listened when Viggo told him to stop.
Communication was a good thing.
After they’d dried off, Viggo had bundled Orlando back into his Viggo-scented robe and kissed him very soundly.
It was wonderful.
Then Viggo had leaned back a little and just looked at Orlando with this sort of goofy, happy, Jello-ish look on his face. Orlando was really starting to like that look a lot. It made him feel happy, that he could make Viggo look like that.
Viggo had said that Orlando looked really nice in the deep red of Viggo’s robe, that it made him look wanton and regal at the same time. Orlando had cooperatively blushed what felt like a robe-matching shade, because gosh, Viggo said nice things.
And Orlando had mentioned that he didn’t really feel comfortable choosing color for his clothes. He had no problem helping customers pick out the latest cool iPod shade, or advising them on the Gamma and Brightness and Contrast of the color settings for their monitors. But he was just no good at clothes-shopping.
And Viggo had suggested that they could go shopping together, if Orlando wanted to.
And Orlando had thought that it probably would be a really good thing to have a few other shirts. His work shirts did go through a lot of Friday Night Laundry Nights, since he wore them so often. And with Viggo knowing about color for his art and all, well, it would make sense to ask him for advice.
And now, here they were, at the mall.
Loaded up with a shirt rainbow, Orlando stepped into the Sear's Men’s Department dressing room area. He pushed up his glasses with the load of shirts and looked down the hallway at all the closed doors, trying to guess without bending down and looking for feet which ones might be vacant.
Dressing rooms were weird. They kind of reminded him of the replicators on the Enterprise, only jumbo-sized. With a replicator this big, instead of ordering, “Tea, Earl Grey, hot,” every morning, Jean-Luc could just go ahead and order Juan Valdez and his donkey. Or whoever would be the tea equivalent to Juan Valdez.
Was there a tea equivalent to Juan Valdez?
There totally should be. And instead of a donkey, maybe a dolphin.
Orlando liked dolphins.
Oh, right. Shirts. He found an empty dressing room and set down his load.
First was a soft green one that Viggo had picked out. Not like the dark evergreen sort of green of his van, which was good. Orlando wasn't really crazy about the color of his van, but Uncle Bud's loss had been Orlando's gift horse in the mouth. Or... however that went. This green was more like... spring. Like the little leaf buds that were just starting to popcorn out on the big tree in his front yard.
He buttoned it and slipped a finger inside the uncomfortable collar. It didn't feel right around his throat. Not like his Best Buys 'R Us shirts. He turned to the mirror.
Wow. It was really weird to see himself wearing color.
It made him think of when he'd used that cool color chooser thing online to help figure out what color to paint the outside of his house. He'd been able to upload some photos and then click and click and try out all the colors they had, right there on his monitor. It was pretty neat.
He eyed the big pile of shirts on the bench next to him. The house paint decision had involved a lot less buttoning.
He pushed up his glasses and looked in the mirror again.
Wow. He really looked... different.
He was just so used to his white work shirts; he'd never really even thought about trying other colors.
The color was… nice, actually. It looked sort of... happy. And soft.
His attention drifted up to his face. He peered at himself, suddenly remembering what Viggo had said in the studio.
He looked at his forehead.
He looked at his mouth.
He looked at his neck. Well, what he could see of it.
Huh.
He cautiously unbuttoned the very top button. He looked again.
Huh. He actually looked... kind of good. At least, he thought maybe he did.
And now with that button undone, the collar didn't feel too tight.
“Have you got something on yet?” Viggo called.
Orlando took a steadying breath and walked out to where Viggo was leaning on a rack of Dockers just outside the dressing room area.
“Wow,” Viggo breathed.
Orlando bit his lip. “It's okay?” he asked hopefully.
“I think you look fantastic.” Viggo smiled, a sort of secret little smile. It made Orlando smile, too.
“Do you like it?” Viggo asked, watching him. “That's what matters.”
Orlando stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked down at the floor. “Yeah,” he said a little shyly. “Yeah, I think I do.”
“It's great,” Viggo was crinkly-smiling big now. “Try on another?”
Orlando brightened again. “Yeah, okay.” He disappeared back into the dressing room.
He tried on a blue shirt next. He thought it was sort of the color of the sky in the middle of the summer and there are no clouds anywhere, no matter how far you look.
He left the top button undone this time.
Wow. He liked this one, too.
His stomach got a little skippy. He stepped out again to show Viggo.
Viggo seemed to like it, too. At least, he was smiling like he did.
Viggo moved closer. He lifted two barely-there fingers to Orlando's mouth, outlining his lips, then painted them softly down his throat.
“I like,” Viggo said quietly. He traced Orlando’s skin inside the tiny vee made by the open shirt button. “You're beautiful here.”
Orlando's toes all switched places inside his shoes.
They stood like that for a long minute, Viggo’s fingertips light at the base of Orlando's throat, until Viggo blinked and shook himself a little.
“More.” Viggo winked and nudged him. Orlando made his way, a little wobbly, back to the dressing room.
Next was a yellow shirt.
This time, Orlando left the top two buttons open.
Holy moly. Sometimes he hardly recognized himself any more!
Viggo smiled again when Orlando came out of the dressing room. If he noticed the daring button thing, he was nice enough not to embarrass Orlando about it.
“I thought that shade would look great on you,” Viggo nodded approvingly. “Not too bright, not too dull... just sort of buttery. Perfect.”
Orlando's cock gave a cheery hurrah at the semi-mention of butter from its all-time favorite toast-smelling boyfriend.
Viggo peeked around quickly to make sure they were mostly alone, then pulled Orlando close. He set his hands on Orlando's hips and began swaying slightly in a subtle dance to the music that was being piped through the store.
Orlando blushed and wrapped his arms low around Viggo. He pushed his face into Viggo's neck a little, as much as his glasses would allow.
Mmmmmm.
Orlando never would've imagined that an elevator version of “Pinball Wizard” could be so romantic.
Swaying gently with Viggo, he relaxed and let his hands slide down to rest where they wanted to.
At the sound of an annoyed ahem, Orlando opened his eyes. He nearly asked if he could be of any help, just out of force of habit.
Wait, he was in Sear's, not Best Buys 'R Us. He was a customer.
Oh. He was a slow-dancing customer.
Another shopper stood a few feet away, holding a polka-dotted tie in one hand and a striped tie in the other. She was eying him – well, them – suspiciously.
Next to her was a red-faced toddler in a stroller.
Orlando's eyes bugged out.
It was totally the mouthwash agonizer from Target.
“Lubricated reservoir tip!” Orlando blurted, yanking his hands off Viggo's ass.
“Huh?” Viggo huhed, pulling back to look at him.
The woman glared at them and then marched herself and the toddler self-righteously out of the vicinity.
“She was at Target… the other day,” Orlando said weakly. “When I... when I was on the phone with you. Talking about....”
“...condoms?” Viggo finished helpfully.
Orlando nodded miserably.
Geez! Less than two weeks into his sexual career and Orlando was a pervert. Twice over, even!
“You're not a pervert,” Viggo soothed.
Oops. Orlando hadn't meant to say that out loud.
Orlando looked at the floor. He inhaled deeply, taking in a shot of calming Viggo toast scent.
“Don't worry about her,” Viggo said. “Some people just don't like to see other people happy.”
Orlando looked up. “Are you?” he asked quietly, his eyes wide.
Viggo blinked, confused.
“Are you - um - … are you... happy?” Orlando whispered. “Be - ... being with me, I mean?”
Orlando felt more than heard Viggo's breath spill out of him. Viggo reached a warm hand around the back of Orlando's neck; he leaned close and pressed a long, silky kiss to Orlando's cheek.
When he pulled back to look at Orlando, Viggo was… Viggo was blushing.
“Let's go buy some shirts, huh?” Viggo said.
Orlando beamed.
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While Viggo got started making dinner for the two of them that night, Orlando excused himself to run a quick errand.
When he got back, Orlando crept in the front door and stuck his head around the kitchen corner to grin at Viggo. Even his thick glasses couldn't hide the impish gleam in his eye.
“What did you do?” Viggo grinned, pausing in his pasta-stirring duties to plant a suspicious hand on one hip.
“Oh, nothing,” Orlando did his best to breeze casually into the kitchen carrying his prize. "I just thought it would be nice to have a special dessert tonight.”
He set the box down on the table, making sure Viggo had a good view.
Viggo's cheeks flushed pink.
Apple pie.
And it smelled. Really. Delicious.
Viggo looked completely surprised for a second, then a little wobbly for another second. Then he managed a mixture of childlike glee and vengeful glare that made Orlando bite his lip, nearly choking to hold back his own laughter. He watched happily as Viggo leaned heavily on the kitchen counter and forced himself to straighten.
“That's fine, that's alright,” Viggo the Now-Recovered Cobra growled. Orlando the Happily Hypnotized Bunny began to wonder if he'd gotten himself in over his head.
“You want to play dirty?” Viggo quirked a sexy brow. He backed up slowly, then bent to a lower cabinet. “We can play dirty. Because I don't know of anything that goes better with pasta than -”
Viggo yanked open the cabinet and stood proudly, brandishing his weapon of attack.
“- garlic TOAST!”
Orlando's eyes went Frodo-big.
Was that?... No! No, it couldn't be... not the -
It was the Black & Decker Toast-It-All Plus® Electronic 2-Slice Toaster. With Cancel function.
In black.
Badly shaken, Superlando managed to stagger out of the room before his Superknees were completely power-drained by Viggo Luthor's kryptonite contraption. Viggo Luthor's maniacal howling laughter followed him down the hall, driving him into further agony.
Actually, Viggo was giggling like a teenage girl - and gosh, it was so cute! - but for the sake of the game, Orlando was going with the maniacal howling laughter thing.
Ahh HA!!! A light bulb flashed above Orlando’s head.
Wait. Did Superman's ideas come in light bulbs?
Well, it probably didn't really matter.
Heart pounding, Orlando scurried silently to the front closet and then raced down the hall to the bathroom. He knew he only had a matter of seconds before Viggo turned off the burner and took the pasta off and came looking for him.
Oh god, please don't let him get a nosebleed right now!
Okay, okay, hurry, hurry clothes off, shower on, get in -
ohyikesturnitwarmerturnitwarmerturnitwarmerturnitwarmeroohhhhhhhkay...
Lenses already fogging badly, Orlando had to squint over the tops of his glasses to watch Viggo slowly, suspiciously, cautiously push open the bathroom door....
...aaaaaaaand NOW.
Orlando let it rip.
“SIIIIIINGIN' IN THE RAAAAAAAIN, JUST SIIIIIIINGIN' IN THE RAAAAAAAAAIN....!”
Viggo's jaw fell open.
Orlando was standing in Viggo's shower, buck naked except for his fogged-up glasses, twirling Viggo's wide open black and red umbrella.
Viggo didn't even strip off before climbing into the shower with him and swallowing Orlando whole.
Wow. Orlando had no idea that Viggo was so into musicals.
ETA: continued here
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Date: 2007-04-29 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-29 07:37 am (UTC)LMAO, oh God isn't love wonderful!!
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Date: 2007-04-29 07:43 am (UTC)Orlando's toes all switched places inside his shoes.
and
Badly shaken, Superlando managed to stagger out of the room before his Superknees were completely power-drained by Viggo Luthor's kryptonite contraption. Viggo Luthor's maniacal howling laughter followed him down the hall, driving him into further agony.
Actually, Viggo was giggling like a teenage girl - and gosh, it was so cute! - but for the sake of the game, Orlando was going with the maniacal howling laughter thing.
YES!! Viggo's girly giggles!!!
And the ending was just....so visual!
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Date: 2007-04-29 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-04-29 10:29 am (UTC)I had a clothingasm. It happens sometimes. I'm the same with shoes.
*innocent look*
More soon now please!
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*guffaws* - great comment! lol
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Date: 2007-04-29 05:33 pm (UTC)ew. ;)
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Date: 2007-04-29 05:37 pm (UTC)it's keeping me from slippery slope, you know. that is still next on my list.
actually, the list went to heaven when my laptop died two weeks ago, but i do remember that that is next.
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-04-29 07:33 pm (UTC)"Orlando never would've imagined that an elevator version of “Pinball Wizard” could be so romantic."
That line did me in! I don't think I've ever heard an elevator version of that particular song, but from now on when I hear ANY version of it I will be reminded of Geek!Orlando and NotButter!Viggo.
Black and red umbrella: Twenty dollars
Apple Pie (probably Marie Callendar's): Six dollars
Black & Decker Toast-It-All Plus® Electronic 2-Slice Toaster. With Cancel function: Forty dollars
Turning your boyfriend into a sex-crazed maniac in the shower: PRICELESS!
Please don't ever stop writing these guys...they're so much fun to read and I look forward to more of their exploits and adventures.
You are a genius!!!!!!!
Ginger
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Date: 2007-04-29 11:47 pm (UTC)You could make millions. Of something. Hee.
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Date: 2007-05-08 03:52 pm (UTC)thanks for reading!
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