Take Care of Me - chapter 5
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Title: Take Care of Me
Author: Liriel
Pairing: VM/OB, slight SB/EW
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU
Summary: Orlando and Elijah are flatmates, living in London. One afternoon they are overheard whinging about how easy girls have it. A challenge is issued. Will they accept it?
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catlover2x MwaaahA/N: I know, and you know that most women don't have it this easy. So don't blame me, the opinions expressed in this story are those of the characters and not the poor author, who's just recording the events and thoughts.
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mesnica for the awesome banner!Chapter 5
Orlando stared at his reflection in dissatisfaction. Something wasn't quite right with his appearance. Getting a sudden idea, he quickly tucked his bow tie under the ends of his shirt collar and then examined the result critically. The asymmetrical cut of the vest was just visible the way his unbuttoned jacket framed his torso. He knew that the vest hugged his waist without being constricting in the least. The pants were more fitted than he was used to wearing but were extremely comfortable. Now pleased with the way he looked, the young man tucked his curls behind his ears once more and made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs to where Viggo was waiting for him.
It had taken the older man less time to get dressed because his hair was quite a bit shorter than Orlando's, and if Orlando was being totally honest with himself, it was because he did take a very long time to get ready to go out. The fact that he was attending an important function, where his appearance would be a reflection on the man who had taken him in when his life seemed at its lowest ebb, made him take even longer, wanting to ensure that he looked as good as he possibly could.
Viggo emerged from the study as Orlando walked down the stairs. His eyes lit up with appreciation and he couldn't help but think there would be more than a few attendees at the ball who would envy him his companion.
Orlando smiled nervously when he reached the bottom of the stairs. “Sorry I took so long,” he apologized. “You look very nice.”
Viggo wore a classic tuxedo that he'd had for several years, though it still looked new. He refused to wear a vest with it, preferring comfort over fashion.
“Thank you. You look amazing,” Viggo said with an answering smile. “Shall we?” The businessman extended his hand to Orlando who took it with only a slight bit of nervous hesitation.
*****
Orlando sighed with relief when he was led across the room to the table where Lij and Sean were already seated.
“Dude, nice tux!” Lij exclaimed cheerfully as Orlando and Viggo reached the table.
The shorter young man was beside himself with excitement. He'd spent the week at Sean's learning the layout of the house, shopping, and having the most glorious sex of his life. He hadn't neglected to ring Orlando at least once a day, reassuring his friend that he wasn't being an idiot and in one instance convincing the nervous young man that he really shouldn't just chuck it all in too soon. Sean had allowed him to keep the details of the conversations to himself once Lij had explained that he was just helping Orlando to accept Viggo's attention.
“Thanks,” Orlando said quietly, and ducked his head, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and pleasure. He didn't notice when Viggo quickly changed their place cards so that Orlando would be seated next to his friend. The young man looked up and smiled shyly when Viggo pulled his chair out for him, taking his seat and gripping Lij's hand tightly for reassurance beneath the tablecloth when Viggo sat beside him.
“We didn't wait for you to start on the champers,” Sean said with a grin as he reached for the bottle in the bucket in the centre of the table. Without asking, he refilled Lij's glass and then filled Orlando's before passed the bottle to Viggo.
“I didn't expect you would have,” Viggo chuckled, filling his own glass before returning the bottle to the bucket of ice. The businessman looked around the room, recognizing many of the faces he saw. “Good turn out,” he said with approval. “So who do we have joining our table?”
“The speaker, Sir Ian McKellan and his partner, Nick and the head of the organizing committee Cate Blanchett and her husband Andrew.”
Lij ignored the conversation between the two older men to lean in and whisper in Orlando's ear. “Have some champagne, Orli. It'll settle your nerves, and it tastes great.”
Obediently, Orlando took a sip of the champagne, coughing slightly as the bubbles tickled his nose. He turned his head to look at Viggo when he felt a soothing hand rubbing his back, but the older man was seemingly engrossed in his conversation with Sean. The young man took another drink, prepared for the bubbles this time and smiled when the hand rested on his back for a moment before being withdrawn. Perhaps this evening wouldn't be as difficult as he'd thought?
Orlando relaxed as the evening progressed. He wasn't quite sure what he'd expected, but he found himself having a very good time. He and Lij talked a lot, he danced a lot, but made sure that during the slow songs he was either going to the bathroom or talking to either Sir Ian, who turned out to be very funny, or the sole woman at the table.
Staring at his empty champagne glass, Orlando found himself wondering just how many he'd had. He knew he'd had one when they first arrived, then they'd had some wine with dinner, but he and Lij had danced a lot, so he hadn't felt as though he were getting tipsy. He thought he'd had another glass of champagne during the auction, but wasn't too sure as it had seemed to take a long time to empty his glass. He was trying to count up just how much he'd had when he heard Viggo speak softly to him.
“Orlando? Would you like to dance?”
Turning his confused gaze to his partner, Orlando blinked innocently while his inebriated brain processed the request. At last he nodded and allowed Viggo to lead him to the dance floor. Too late, he realized the music he could hear was the introduction to a long, slow song.
Pulling Orlando into his arms before the young man could stiffen, Viggo whispered in his ear, “Just relax, Orlando. It's a dance, baby, just a dance.”
With a soft sigh, Orlando relaxed into Viggo's embrace, too drunk to worry about why the older man's arms around him made his skin tingle. He rested his head on the older man's shoulder. “I think I had too much champagne,” he said with a quiet giggle. It suddenly seemed quite silly to him that he'd been so worried about dancing with Viggo.
Viggo smiled and pressed a quick, unobtrusive kiss to the tousled curls beneath his chin. “You're fine, baby.” The businessman tightened his grip on the slender body in his arms, enjoying the way Orlando's body moulded itself to his.
*****
Orlando cuddled into the heated seat of the Audi and rested his head on Viggo's shoulder with a quiet sigh. “I had a very good time tonight, Viggo.”
“I'm glad. I had a good time too and I was hoping that you would enjoy yourself,” Viggo replied with a smile. Orlando was more than a bit tipsy and seemed to have lost some of his inhibitions, from the way he was snuggling up to the older man.
“I'm sorry I got drunk,” the young man apologized as he lightly stroked over the strong fingers of his protector. He hadn't meant to drink so much, but the champagne had bubbled in his mouth so pleasingly that he couldn't seem to stop himself.
“You're fine, Orlando,” Viggo replied as he slid his arm around the young man's relaxed body, not averse to taking advantage of the fact that Orlando was slightly inebriated and therefore less likely to stiffen up on him. “You did nothing to disgrace yourself or me, in fact you behaved much better than a lot of other young people there.”
“Good, because I don't want to do anything to embarrass you. You've been so kind to me, when all I've been is a fuckwit.”
“Hey, I thought I told you not to call yourself that?” Viggo said with mock-severity. “You're very intelligent...”
“Will you kiss me?” Orlando asked somewhat breathlessly, interrupting the older man's words.
“Are you sure you want this, baby?”
“Yes. Please kiss me, Viggo,” the young man begged, his lips burning with the sudden need to feel his partner's mouth claiming them.
Unable to resist the breathless entreaty, Viggo brushed his lips lightly over Orlando's before increasing the pressure in a kiss of possession, twining his fingers in the young man's curls and drawing him closer.
Orlando moaned softly into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Viggo's body, desperate to feel him closer. He wanted to be claimed by the older man. In his inebriated state, he didn't stop to think whether he would be ashamed of his behaviour in the morning, all he knew was that he needed Viggo to take him. He shivered with desire when he felt the businessman's tongue slip into his mouth, stroking his own, enticing him to respond.
The young man arched into the embrace, forgetting about everything but the mouth that was claiming his own, the lips and tongue that stroked and teased, sending shivers of longing through his body until he felt as though he could come just from being kissed.
Viggo sucked on Orlando's tongue, drawing it into his own mouth, eliciting a kittenish whimper from the young man as he arched even closer. The older man slid his hand down the slender back until he was gripping Orlando's ass. His fingers kneaded firm muscle as he drew the slim body against him, feeling the young man's burgeoning erection pressing against his own.
Orlando tore his lips away from the arousing heat of his partner's mouth, gasping for breath as he tilted his head back, feeling Viggo's hot breath on his throat as the older man traced a line of kisses over his face and neck. Unconsciously, he slid his leg over Viggo's lap, aching for more contact. “Oh please,” he breathed desperately. “Don't stop... feels so good... ohhhh fuuuucckk.” The last words came out on a drawn out groan as Orlando succeeded in rubbing his groin against Viggo's thigh.
“You feel so good, baby,” Viggo murmured against the heated skin of his aroused partner's neck. He slipped his hand further between the young man's legs, stroking his fingertips over the seam of Orlando's pants. He tightened his grip on the young man when he felt the slender body buck against him as the tips of his fingers caressed Orlando's opening through his clothes.
Orlando mewled softly, the teasing touch of the older man sending electric shocks though his body. “Please... oh please...” he begged, his hips thrusting mindlessly against Viggo, not sure what he was begging for, but knowing that he needed more.
“Fuck,” Viggo groaned as the car slowed to a stop in front of the house. He wished he'd had just five more minutes with Orlando, fearing the young man would withdraw from him again if they stopped even long enough to get into the house. Reluctantly he disentangled himself, stepping out of the car when Lawrence opened the door and pulling Orlando out with him.
Orlando followed the older man out of the car eagerly, holding tightly to his arm. The moment he was upright, he wrapped his arms around Viggo's neck, pressing his body against the older man as he nuzzled into his neck. “Mmmmm, you smell good, and you feel good,” the young man breathed, nipping lightly at Viggo's neck. “Take me inside, Viggo.”
Trying to control his impulse to claim the aroused young man while he was too drunk to protest, Viggo quickly led Orlando inside and up the stairs to their bedroom. “Come on, baby. Let's get you out of this suit and into bed.”
“Oh yes, bed,” Orlando agreed quickly, allowing the older man to remove his jacket before winding his arms around Viggo's neck once more and thrusting his erection into his thigh.
“Christ, Orlando,” Viggo groaned. “I'm only human, baby. If you keep doing that, I'm not going to be able to stop myself.”
“Don't stop,” Orlando purred, pulsing his hips as he felt his partner's strong hands on his ass. “Take me, Viggo. I'm so horny, please.”
With a lust-filled groan, Viggo laid the young man back on the bed. His fingers made short work of the buttons on Orlando's vest and shirt as he claimed the enticing lips in a possessive kiss. He paused only long enough to strip his own jacket, tie and shirt off, not caring where they fell as he tossed them behind him. He lay on top of Orlando, insinuating himself between the young man's legs and grinding their groins together.
“Oh, oh yeah,” Orlando groaned, feeling the pressure against his hard shaft. He slid his hands down Viggo's strong back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his touch. He gasped when he felt the older man's hand cup his groin and begin to rub. “Fuck! Oh fuck, please!” He tugged futilely at Viggo's trousers.
“Easy,” Viggo crooned as he felt Orlando's response to his touch. For a brief moment, he tried to quell his own driving need, realizing that Orlando was very drunk and would most likely regret it in the morning if they did anything further. But then he felt tentative fingers stroking his throbbing cock through his trousers and he surrendered to his need to claim the boy as his own.
Orlando rubbed his hand over Viggo's crotch, panting with arousal as he felt his own pants being undone and pushed down his thighs. He gasped, his back arching at the pleasurable onslaught when he felt Viggo's mouth on his nipple while the older man's hand circled the heated skin of his hard cock.
Viggo struggled one-handed to rid himself of his own trousers, groaning when he felt Orlando's assistance. He pulled away briefly to finish undressing them both, gratified when Orlando reached up to him, dragging him back down as soon as they were both bare.
The two men rolled together on the bed, arms and legs entwined as they kissed feverishly, hips thrusting eagerly.
“Touch me, baby,” Viggo pleaded as he peppered kisses over Orlando's face and neck. One hand slid lower, so that his fingers teased the cleft of the young man's arse.
Delirious with his aching need, Orlando allowed Viggo to guide his hand so that it was wrapped around the older man's erection. “So good,” he moaned as Viggo rolled onto his back, pulling Orlando to lie on top of him. He gasped and panted, his hand moving instinctively over his lover's cock as he felt his legs gently parted so that they slid to the bed and he was astride Viggo.
Orlando whimpered and lifted his hips at the feather light touch teasing the cleft of his arse. He wanted, needed, more. “Please,” he begged brokenly, quite sure he was going to die if he didn't come soon.
Reaching between their bodies, Viggo's hand covered Orlando's, adjusting the young man's grip so they were now holding both their cocks together. He guided the younger man's strokes as the fingers of his other hand drifted further into the valley of Orlando's arse, lightly caressing the puckered opening.
“Oh fuck,” Orlando whimpered, burying his face in Viggo's neck as his hips bucked between the teasing hands, driving him wild with the need to come. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” he begged.
Viggo groaned, his hips thrusting up with each stroke of their joined hands. He could feel his balls drawing up and knew it would be only a matter of moments before he came. Wanting Orlando to come with him, he pressed one finger against the furled opening of the young man's arse, feeling his fingertip slip inside. As he slid his finger further into the tight passage, his free fingers caressed the soft skin behind Orlando's balls.
“Viggo!” Orlando wailed, his body jerking as his orgasm pulsed from him, coating their hands and tummies, and mingling with Viggo's as the older man came immediately after.
His body trembling, Orlando whimpered slightly when Viggo removed his finger and then stroked the cheek of his arse. His needy lust quenched, the young man drowsed, slipping closer to sleep as the soothing hand slid over his back then down to squeeze his arse before returning to stroke up his back again.
Slowly uncurling his hand, Viggo pulled Orlando's hand from between their bodies too, entwining their fingers in a loving grip. He chuckled softly as he felt the young man grow heavier as sleep claimed him. Carefully he rolled Orlando off him and padded to the bathroom for a cloth to clean them both up.
Back in bed, Viggo leaned over the slumbering form, tenderly caressing the beautiful face as he pushed the tousled curls back. Pressing a tender kiss to Orlando's forehead, he whispered, “Please don't hate me in the morning, baby.”
Aware that he could do nothing more until Orlando woke, Viggo lay down, drawing the slender body against him, determined to enjoy holding Orlando as close as he could just in case the worst happened in the morning.
TBC
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