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Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 4
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Author: Orli-bum
Beta: The most kind Willys_Digs
Banner by Lotr_gal709
Summary: Viggo meets a waiter that offers him more than what on the menu.
Disclaimer: Yes, fiction, duh!
Feedback: Is needed as always, it is food for the author’s soul.

Chapter Listing: http://avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewstory.php?sid=13281

Chapter 4

Orlando grinned smugly as he walked over to where Viggo was leaning against the wall of the building. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and handed the whole pack over to the outstretched hand.

Viggo took the offered pack and slid one cigarette out and handed the pack back to Orlando. He placed the filtered end in his mouth while Orlando held out his lighter. He leaned forward as Orlando held the flame towards him. “Thanks,” he rasped as he breathed in.

“You’re welcome,” Orlando smiled in reply as he sat down across from Viggo and leaned back and puffed on his own cigarette.

“I usually don’t smoke,” Viggo stated, sitting down after a long exhale of smoke. “Not really good for the doctor image and all, if you know what I mean.”

“It’s cool,” Orlando smiled around the cylinder that hung from his lips. “Did you enjoy your dinner tonight?” he asked as he turned his head to look at Viggo.

Viggo chuckled softly, “No, not really.”

“Thought not,” Orlando commented without any further words.

“I’m sorry,” Viggo offered sincerely. “For my friend, he’s not normally like that.”

“So you said earlier. Care to explain?” he asked knowing he had no business in asking but curious just the same, not sue if Viggo would tell him or not.

Viggo flicked the ends of his cigarette, the ashes flying. “I think not,” he said softly, looking away from the beautiful young man.

They sat there quietly for sometime before Orlando spoke again. “I’m planning on going into the medical field, I’m not sure what. Either a nurse, maybe even a physician’s assistant, but it’s something I’d like to do, and I like helping people.”

Viggo nodded and smiled, “That’s great, I’m sure you’d be good at anything you do.”

Orlando cheeks blushed, “I’m not sure about that, but I do try,’ he said softly.

Viggo looked at him fondly, “Are you blushing?” he asked with a laugh.

“No!” Orlando huffed, blushing more.

Viggo laughed and then Orlando giggled.

“So um, what kind of Doctor are you anyway?” he asked, trying to avoid the subject of his blushing cheeks from continuing, for he knew they would indeed blush even more.

“I have a practice that I do part time, and then I work the ER at the local hospital,” Viggo replied.

“Cool, ER I like that, lots of excitement and such, blood and guts and all that.”

Viggo laughed, “Yeah, it makes up for the other part of my day job.”

Orlando leaned in. “Is it a secret?” he asked lowering his voice softly. “I can keep a secret.”

Viggo laughed. ‘If Orlando only knew what secret he really did have.’ “Not really but…” Viggo looked away almost embarrassed to say. “I’m an OB/Gyn,”he said quietly.

Orlando burst out laughing. “You’re shitting me?” he laughed. “Really?” He looked at Viggo again to see if he jested. “Really! Wow, now that should be exciting.”

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” Viggo laughed along with him.

“I guess it would be kind of invasive, for women I mean, my ex hated those exams.”

Viggo felt his heart drop. ‘His ex. He had a girlfriend. God, am I totally off base here? Maybe he’s bi. Yeah that’s it, he’s bi. Gotta be. Please be!’

“Ex, huh?’ he asked trying to sound nonchalant. “Was it a recent breakup?”

“Well, it was a month or so ago, things just didn’t work out. No ones fault really,” Orlando replied shrugging his shoulders.

“Sure, I understand,” Viggo nodded his head. “My wife and I get into arguments occasionally.

Orlando shifted, ‘Confirmed, wife, married, shit!’ “You do huh?” he asked. “How long have you two been married?”

“’bout ten years,” he said quietly. Not wanting to really talk about his wife. He ground the cigarette out as it had burned down to the filter.

“Cool,” Orlando replied nodding back. “Is that who was with you last night?”

“Yeah, he sighed. “Look I should probably get going,” Viggo said sadly. He knew it was way past time that he should be home.

“Yeah, me too,” Orlando said standing up and stretching. His shirt riding up out of his pants as he did.

Viggo swallowed around the lump in his throat as he saw luscious skin exposed. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch, but he was able to hold back and retain control over his hand.

“Where are you parked?” Orlando asked as he dug out another cigarette. “Want one?” he asked offering the pack to Viggo.

“Um…. I’d better not. I think I’m in the south lot.”

“Me too, I’ll walk with you.”

“Okay,” Viggo smiled in return as they headed off together down the dimly lit street.

Orlando pulled his coat around him more. It was colder out than he thought.

“You cold?” Viggo asked as he noticed Orlando hunched in on himself. ‘God he wished he could wrap his arms around him and warm him up.’

“Yeah, a little. My cars got shit for heat too; I’ll freeze my nuts off before I get home!”

Viggo’s stumbled a little at Orlando’s statement, “Wouldn’t want that now would we?” he finally replied when he regained his gait and his speech!

Orlando laughed as he noticed the man falter in his steps. “You’ll have to excuse my mouth; it starts to talk before my brain starts to work. And it’s pretty trashy too. I mean, my mouth, I don’t talk that way around customers normally, you know, when I’m working, but yeah since I’m not really working now, it tends to act up….” he trailed of realizing how insane his babbling was.

Viggo laughed, “It’s quite charming actually, your babbling that is, as is your blushing,” he said as he moved closer to Orlando.

He felt the heat rushing to his cheeks again. ‘God this man made him so hot!’ He noticed how he moved closer to him and he glanced over at him under hooded lashes and smiled.

Viggo about came right then and there. ‘This boy was sex on legs! God how he wanted to touch him! Well, more than touch him, more like slam him up against a car and... ’ He jammed his hands deeper into his pockets and grabbed his keys tightly to keep his hands from reaching out and pulling the youth against him.

Orlando stopped. “My cars down this way, thanks for walking with me,” he said quietly. He shifted from one foot to the next. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, I’ll be back, without my friend next time,” he added with a wink.

Orlando smiled. “Great, I’ll see you later than. Night Viggo,” he said as he turned and walked down the lot.

“Night Orlando,” Viggo called as he watched the man walking away. His shoulders slumped in some relief at not having the man beside him, yet it craved his presence so badly he wanted to follow him.
‘Orlando what are you doing to me?’ he whispered to himself as he watched Orlando reach his car and get inside. He turned and walked a little further till he reached his own. Sitting down and starting his engine, he turned the heat on and thought of Orlando’s comment about his nuts freezing off. Viggo snorted with laughter as he shifted the car into gear and headed home.

~

Viggo arrived home about half hour later and opened the door quietly. The house was dark as he pulled up with the automatic light coming on when he pulled up to the garage.

He laid his keys on the table just inside the door and walked into the den to get a drink before bed. He hadn’t expected Chloe to stay up, but he wasn’t sure, he was tremendously relieved when he didn’t find her sitting up and waiting for him.

He poured himself another scotch. He thought maybe he would need it in case his wife woke up when he got into bed. Sipping the drink slowly this time unlike at the restaurant when he had downed the drink in minutes. This time was to relax him as he thought about the night and the conversation he had with Orlando after he had gotten off work. He was still trying to make connections in his mind about whether Orlando was bi or not. He wasn’t obviously gay, but he was very beautiful and he did say he had an ex girlfriend.

He sat down in his leather chair by the window and looked out into the night. He could see the moon and the stars so clearly. He always thought it the most romantic thing; to make love under the moonlit sky, the warm breeze sweeping gently over your bodies. He thought about laying Orlando down amongst the soft grass and making slow and passionate love to him. His eyes closed as he pictured the youth spread out before him, naked in all of his glory. His eyes feasting on the buffet of delicacies that only one such as Orlando could provide. He licked his lips as his eyes took in the body before him, leaning over to suckle at the dark nipple, its nub tightening in response, the very taste so sweet to his tongue. He could hear the low groan of pleasure from such succulent lips. He moved his mouth up the firm chest to lavish the plump lips. His mouth gliding easily as the lips responded to his, their mouths moving together in sync with one another, his hands roaming along the sides of his torso to caress each rib individually. His hands making their way slowly, sliding down the taut body of his most recent desires. Settling in the dark nest of soft curls that surrounded.

“Viggo!” The sudden reality of the real world awoke him with a jerk from his sensual dream-like state.

Viggo eyes blinked rapidly in the bright light, unaware of where he was for a moment. But it didn’t take him long to orient himself to time and place. He shielded his eyes from the bright light.

“Did I wake you?” he asked as he sat up in the chair. His hand coming up to rub his temple.

“I heard noises,” Chloe responded as she walked into the room. “You reek of smoke,” she stated as she stared down at her husband. “You haven’t smoked for years.”

“I ran into someone I knew after dinner with Sean. They offered me a cigarette, and I didn’t want to be rude.”

Chloe raised her brow. “How would saying no thank you be rude?”

“Chloe, I just felt like it okay?” he answered sharply, knowing he was being rude to his wife, but he hated being quizzed about his activities. Mostly when he was feeling guilty as it was.

“Well since you felt like it, I suggest you take a shower and rinse the stench from your mouth, or you can sleep somewhere else tonight,” she replied heatedly and turned and walked briskly out of the room.

Viggo sighed and let his head fall back against the chair. ‘Maybe it would be a good idea for me to sleep down here tonight.’ He had a feeling he would be dreaming of Orlando and it wouldn’t be wise to be caught talking in his sleep.

He got up and found a nearby afghan and laid it across the sofa. He sat down and undid his tie and unlaced his shoes, kicking them off not caring where they landed. He snuggled up under the blanket and hoped he could find the same place he was in his day dream before he was rudely interrupted.

Tbc……