vigorli

Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 5
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 just what’s on the menu.
Disclaimer: Yes, fiction, duh!
Feedback: Is needed as always, it is food for the author’s soul.

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Chapter 5

Orlando pulled out of the car parking lot and onto the nearly deserted street. He was freezing already as he hunched over and played with the knobs on his dashboard, willing them to work. “Please heat up, please,” he begged as he shivered from the cold. He couldn’t even believe he had made that comment about his nuts freezing off. “Guy probably thinks I’m a lunatic rambling like that!” he mumbled to himself.

He grabbed another cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. The cylinder bobbing up and down as his lips shook from the cold. He had a hard time lighting the thing trying to catch the tip and drive at the same time. Finally he got the damn thing lit and proceeded to ponder the night’s events.

He had felt his attraction for Viggo grow as he listened to the older man talk. He admired that he was a doctor. Someone who obviously cares about people. It was something they both had in common.

But he was deeply disturbed by the thought of a wife though. He did feel it wasn’t right for anyone to cheat on a partner, whether they were married or not. He didn’t want to be the cause for a ruined marriage; he didn’t think he could live with the guilt. That is, if Viggo was truly interested in him, which he thought after a moment, he was.

“Damn it,” he cursed as he accidentally drove through a red light with his thoughts focusing too much on Viggo. Looking around quickly he waited to see if any red light’s started flashing to indicate he was busted. But he lucked out this time. He didn’t need anymore tickets. It was hard enough to pay his rent, let alone pay for traffic tickets.

He turned into the main drive at his apartment complex and eased into his usual spot. He grabbed his apron off the passenger’s seat and quickly headed inside to get warm. He threw the apron on the chair just inside the door and cranked up the heat and rubbing his hands together to warm them.

He finally sat down on his couch and pulled a blanket over his slender frame till the warmth of the heater could penetrate the room. He shifted on the couch so his head rested against the pillowed edge and he closed his eyes and reflected on his earlier thoughts of Viggo.

It would have been so easy to invite the man back to his apartment for a drink or continued conversation, or you know….sex, and he was almost certain that Viggo would have accepted his invite. But the fact that Viggo was married halted his otherwise hormonal longings. It was the only thing keeping him in his pants. He wanted Viggo badly; the man had all the qualities he liked when he was interested in a member of the same sex. He liked them different than how he was. He liked the intense blue eyes that held your gaze when he spoke to you. The upper lip that was slightly imperfect due to the scar that enhanced it. His shaggy hair that one could grasp in the throes of passion. The firm build that would be a solid anchor to grind against and grasp with frantic hands.

He shifted along the couch as his thoughts took him where his body wanted to go. He ran his hands down under the blanket and unbuttoned his slacks. He slowly drew down the zipper and scooted his pants down over his slender hips. He felt the silkiness of his boxers as they encased his swollen cock. Rubbing ever so lightly over the firm flesh.

Orlando moaned softly as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cushion. His lips parted around a deep sigh as his touch became firmer against the wet spot that was increasing in size.

He rubbed the head of his shaft and hissed as the intensity of his pleasure increased. His touch became more urgent as thoughts of Viggo flooded his mind and he frantically stripped the wet boxers from his bucking hips. His body was hot now and he threw the blanket on the floor next and kicked his pants off in whatever direction they landed. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it slid open and quickly teased the taut nipple between very talented fingers. He imagined Viggo teasing his nipples with his wicked tongue, biting it hard then kissing it gently to soothe away the sting.

His other hand went back to his erect cock sliding his hands up and down the rigid shaft. He groaned as he increased his pace. His body breaking out into a sweat. He licked his fingers thoroughly before reaching down with the hand that was teasing his nipples and slid it down between his cheeks to find his pulsing entrance. He teased the opening with the wet digit, pushing in just enough, causing his groin to tighten and he cried out Viggo’s name as his orgasm crashed over him.

Orlando lay panting, his seed cooling on his abdomen, his body limp with utter satisfaction. His hand still held his twitching cock. His eyes closed as he came down from his high from his orgasm. He murmured Viggo’s name softly as he turned on his side and fell asleep, no longer cold..

~

Viggo stared at the chart in front of him. His mind not on his work. He neck hurt from lying on the couch the previous night and he hoped he would be able to function in a semi normal fashion.

He finally got up out of the chair with a sigh and headed out of his office to tend to his first patient. He nearly ran into Sean on the way there.

They stared at each other momentarily before Viggo walked around him and walked into the patient’s room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Sean glared at the door as it was shut in his face. He knew they would talk eventually today. He would not let Viggo leave before he tried to talk sense into his stubborn friend.

Viggo tried to stay busy. He took longer with each patient that day. Listening to more complaints and problems then he normally would have, even the mundane things such as food cravings and such. He knew Sean was going to corner him before the end of the day and he was trying to put it off as long as he possibly could.

Viggo finally sat down in his office, hour’s later. He rested both arms on his desk, his head rested tiredly on them, the papers shuffling forward on the desk as he did.

“Are you done avoiding me?” asked the voice from the doorway.

Viggo groaned as he sunk further in the chair if that was possible, hoping it would swallow him up.

“Didn’t you have enough to say last night Sean?” mumbled into his arms still not looking up.

Sean walked inside and shut the door behind him, not wanting anyone else to hear the heated conversation he knew would take place.

“I came to talk some sense into you, that’s all,” he said as he sat down across from the desk.

Viggo finally looked up. Sean stared sternly at him.

“Viggo, you’re my friend, friends look out for each other,” he said as he leaned in, his voice earnest. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt; I don’t want to see Chloe get hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt Sean,” he said. “I’m a big boy; even if it didn’t work out I’ll be okay.”

“And what about Chloe? Is she going to be okay?” Sean asked.

Viggo went to speak, but couldn’t think of anything sound or reasonable to say.

“That’s what I thought; Viggo you haven’t thought this thing, whatever it is, through. You’re listening too much to your hormones and not with your head.”

“It’s a little more than that Sean,” he answered testily.

“Tell me,” he implored.

Viggo sighed, “Things haven’t really been well for a while actually. Chloe and I have grown distant over the last couple years. Things are mundane, routine, even sex is boring.”

“Then experiment Viggo, do what you did when you first went out. Buy some sex books or look at the ones you own, you give woman advice all the time about their sex lives after having babies.”

“It’s different Sean,” he said exasperated. “I’m different,” he added quietly.

Sean let out a deep sigh. “I thought that was just a passing fancy Vig, something brought on by a lapse in judgment, or the use of illicit drugs?”

Viggo shook his head. “No,” he answered quietly. “It’s something that has stayed with me, something that I have tried to repress for years. And I did very well for a while.”

“Until you saw him?” he asked.

“Yes, until I saw him. It was just so unexpected and so overwhelming, that I could have these feeling for someone so fast. Just by looking at him the first time I was mesmerized. Then when we talked, it was like I knew him already. One of those déjà vu moments you know?”

“Viggo,” he sighed shaking his head. “Maybe you should go for counseling, mate.”

Viggo grabbed the pen on his desk and tapped it lightly on the edge of the chair, “I don’t think it will help,” he said quietly.

“Please, at least think about it, before you do anything you’ll regret okay? Or is it to late already?” he asked after a moment thought.

“No, nothing has happened Sean, we just talked,” he replied.

Sean breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “That’s good.” Sean got up from his chair and leaned his hands against the desk. “Think about what I said okay?” he asked. “Please?”

Viggo nodded his head. “I will Sean; I know you’re only trying to help.”

“Good,” he smiled for the first time since before their dinner. “Keep me posted, I’m going to go home now. Are you ready to go?”

“I promised Dr. Montgomery I would cover him in the ER for a couple hours tonight. He had some family concert thing he had to attend.”

“Okay, well let me know if you need anything alright?” he asked as he went to open the door.

“I will, and, thanks Sean,” he smiled at his friend.

“Your welcome,” he replied, and left behind a man still confused by his own thoughts.

~

Viggo arrived in the ER an hour later. He hoped it would be a quite night. He only had to stay for three hours, but a lot could happen in a very small amount of time. He had learned that a long time ago.

The patients trickled in rather slowly in the two hours that he had put in thus far. He wasn’t rushed over anything so he was able to give them the kind of care he knew they deserved but rarely received in a busy emergency room. He sat down the cup of coffee he had just taken a drink of and a nurse came over with a new chart.

“What do you have for me now?” he asked as he sat down his cup.

“Possible broken ankle and a knife cut on the arm,” she replied. “The wound has been prepped and the ankle has ice on it and it is elevated and stabilized.”

“Thanks,” he replied as he got up to go.

“If you need me, let me know,” she smiled at him.

“I’m sure I can handle an ankle problem and a couple stitches,” he grinned back just as he walked down the hall to the closed curtain.

“He is due for a tetanus shot also,” she replied calling after him.

“I think I can handle that too!” Viggo called out as he shook his head. These nurses think that since he is an OB/Gyn that he can’t handle the more traumatic things that come into the ER. He laughed and pulled back the curtain to see a very familiar face lying there on the gurney.

“Orlando?”

TBC…..