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vigorli
Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 6
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
Chapter Listing: http://avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewstory.php?sid=13281
Chapter 6
“Hey, Viggo,” Orlando grimaced from the bed. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Viggo approached the gurney quickly, “What happened?” he asked as he looked into the pale face checking for signs of obvious injury.
“Silly really,” he replied looking embarrassed. “I was taking a tray full of food to a table and some little kid bumped into me. The food went flying, I went flying, and one of the steak knives caught my arm, thus the big gash here,” he said as he nodded to his injury. “I think my ankles just twisted, but the nurse said I should have x-rays anyways.”
“Are you injured anywhere else?” he asked checking Orlando over, his gaze intense as he checked him for other injuries.
“No, just a couple of bruises here and there,” he stated calmly.
Viggo took a hold of the injured arm, relishing holding the warm skin, and checked the gash. “It’s not too deep, but it will need several stitches,” he replied.
Orlando shivered from the delicate touch of warm flesh on his arm as Viggo checked his injury. He watched as the man eyes wandered over his skin, making him feel very vulnerable.
“There’s blood on the front of your shirt. Is it from your arm or is it something else?” he asked.
Orlando looked down. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“You mind?” he asked.
“No,” Orlando whispered softly and laid his head back as Viggo unbuttoned his shirt.
Viggo felt his hands shake as he unbuttoned Orlando’s shirt. He held in the gasp that wanted to escape his lips as olive colored skin was exposed. “I’m going to check your ribs okay?” he asked as he felt the mans chest. There were no apparent cuts that he could see so the blood he assumed came from Orlando’s arm. He skimmed the hairless chest and tried to not focus too much on the small dark discs. His fingers itched to touch and explore.
Orlando bit his lips as the smooth hands caressed his chest, trying hard to hold back the groan.
“Your ribs are good,” Viggo said quietly as he pulled the shirt back over but not buttoning it. Let me check your ankle.”
Orlando watched as Viggo moved down to the end of the table and removed the ice pack. Orlando’s ankle was swollen and discolored. The nurse had already removed his sock and shoe. Viggo touched it gently and Orlando let out a soft hiss and bit his lip.
“Sorry,” Viggo murmured as he continued his exam.
“It’s okay,” he gasped out softly.
“I think it’s just sprained, but we will take an x-ray just to be sure,” he said as he called the nurse to order the x-ray. “We’ll get you sewed up and by then X-ray will be ready for you.”
Orlando felt his heart pounding in his chest from the pain or the nearness of Viggo he wasn’t sure.
Viggo moved over to the cabinet and took out a bottle of Xylocaine and grabbed a syringe from a nearby drawer. He sat down by Orlando and filled the syringe with the numbing medication.
“No allergies correct?” he asked first.
Orlando shook his head no and gritted his teeth. He hated needles with a passion.
“Relax,” Viggo murmured as he ran his hand down Orlando’s arm. “It’s just a little poke.”
Orlando let out a huff of air. “Maybe to you!” he mumbled under his breath
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“Most of my patients say I am very good at this,” he said as he held Orlando’s hand.
Orlando could feel Viggo holding his hand and closed his eyes, trying to relax but finding it hard.
“Done,” he said a minute later.
“Really?” Orlando asked opening one eye to look.
“See, I told you I’m the best.”
Orlando smiled up at him. “I won’t argue with that,” he smiled.
Viggo opened the suture pack next to the table and put his sterile gloves on. He moved the different items around the bedside table and opened the sutures.
“How many will I need?” Orlando asked.
“I think about ten” Viggo replied as he began to insert he needle under Orlando skin.
Orlando watched Viggo as the man worked on his arm. He noticed the deep concentration as he worked quickly and efficiently.
In a matter of minutes the wound was sutured and Viggo began to wrap it with gauze. “All done,” he said with a smile.
“That was fast!” Orlando breathed with relief.
Viggo smiled. “The nurse said you’re due for a tetanus shot.”
“I’m not sure when I had my last…so I assume I am due,” he said.
Viggo stood up and removed the gloves and threw them in the garbage. He went over and prepared the injection. “I’m going to need you to um… lower your pants for me,” he said looking over his shoulder.
“My pants?” Orlando asked. “I thought you normally give it in the arm.”
“I prefer to inject it in the hip,” he answered as he grabbed an alcohol swab. He really did prefer to give it there but it seemed like he was over eager to give this one.
“Oh,” Orlando said as he swallowed hard.
Viggo walked back over and looked at Orlando, waiting for him to make a move. “Do you want me…” he began.
“Oh, no…it’s okay…” he stammered as he began to unbutton his pants and lower the zipper so Viggo could get to his hip. He turned to his side slightly, his breathing increasing as he knew that Viggo could see his ass.
Viggo was no better then Orlando was. It was all he could do to maintain a professional attitude. When Orlando lowered his pants and reveled smooth flesh he about lost his control and he had to look a way for a moment, to take a deep breath before continuing. He bit his lip and turned his head back and swabbed the area. “There’s going to be a little poke,” he said quietly.
Orlando held his breath. ‘A little poke my ass,’ he thought. He thought how ironic it was that Viggo was poking his ass, but it wasn’t where he wanted to be poked and not what he wanted to be poked with!
Viggo injected the medicine and swabbed the area again before pulling up the side of Orlando’s pants. “All done,” he mumbled as he turned away and disposed of the needle. He went over and washed his shaking hands and was relieved when the x-ray department showed up.
“I’ll see you when you get back,” he smiled as they unlocked the gurney and rolled Orlando out of the room and down the hallway.
Viggo watched until they were out of sight and immediately went to the men’s room. He closed the door and locked it quickly before going over to the sink and throwing cold water on his face. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. Seeing Orlando’s chest and the dark nipples. His soft backside, it was enough to drive a sane man crazy! “C’mon Viggo,” he chided himself. “Professional, remember that, professional.” He kept repeating that in his head until he returned back to the emergency room.
“The patient’s back in his room,” the nurse said as she saw Viggo approach. “X-rays will be out shortly.”
“Thanks,” he mumbled as he headed back to Orlando’s cubicle.
“How are you feeling?” he asked as he pulled back the curtain.
“A little sore,” he answered as he tried to sit up.
“Let me help you,” he said as he hurried over to the table. “I was going to ask you,” he began as he sat down next to the table once Orlando was situated. “How did you get here? You couldn’t have driven yourself?”
“Oh no, um…Billy, one of the other workers brought me here. He’s supposed to be back after work to take me home.”
“That will be hours from now,” Viggo stated as he looked at his watch and frowning.
Orlando grimaced as he moved. “I know, but I have no other way, and I didn’t bring any money with me for a taxi.”
Viggo bit his lip as the idea came to him. ‘No, he couldn’t take him home. That would be way too much temptation.’ But he opened his mouth anyway, “I’m off in an hour, I could take you,” he offered before he could stop himself.
Orlando nearly fell off the gurney. “I…I couldn’t ask you to do that,” he stuttered.
“It’s no problem; really, I don’t want you to have to wait hours for your friend. It could be longer, you know how customers are.”
Orlando laughed, “Only too well.” He closed his eyes for a moment wondering if he could do this. Let Viggo come to his home. It was a temptation he didn’t know he could take regardless of his strong morals. The reasoning in his head said he shouldn’t, but his hormones wanted to see Viggo in his home so the next time he wanked off he could actually know what Viggo looked like there. “Okay,” he said finally. “But you’re sure about this, right?”
Viggo smiled, “Yeah, it’s no problem at all. After the way my friend treated you the other night it’s the least I could do.”
“Dr. Mortensen, here are the x-rays,” the nurse said as she handed him the black sheets.
“Thanks,” he said getting up and taking them over to the view box. He snapped the x-rays in place and eyed them closely.
“How are they?” asked Orlando nervously, straining to see over Viggos shoulder.
“They look good,” he smiled back in reply. “Nothing is broken.”
“Thank god,” he breathed laying back. “I can’t afford to miss work.”
Viggo sat back on the chair again by Orlando’s ankle and began to wrap it. “You will need to stay off it for awhile.”
“I know, but it’s better than being broken.”
Viggo looked up and nodded as he continued to wrap the slender ankle, taking his time as he felt more of the skin he longed to caress.
Orlando giggled all of a sudden. “That tickles,” he laughed as he smiled down at Viggo.
Viggo blushed, “Sorry.”
“S’okay,” he replied.
“All done,” Viggo said as he stood. “The nurse will fit you for some crutches. I’ll be done as soon as my replacement gets here to take you home.”
“Thanks Viggo.”
“You’re most welcome,” he replied as he stood at the curtain. “I’ll see you in the waiting room okay?”
“Okay,” he said as the nurse came around the corner with the crutches.
Viggo walked down the hallway to see the next patient, wondering why this boy was so hard to resist.
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Time seemed to go slow as Orlando waited for Viggo out in the waiting room. He thumbed through the various magazines they had spread over the waiting room, most were gossip magazines. The ones where, who was seeing who, and who was the hottest male, hottest female. He shook his head in disgust. He threw the last one down on the nearby table; his thoughts clearly distracting him. Several times he had almost used the nearby payphone to get a hold of one of his friends, but he knew they were most likely busy or working. He knew this was a bad idea and was berating himself for accepting it so eagerly. Maybe he could call Dom, Billy’s boyfriend. They really weren’t the best of friends but he thought maybe he could talk him into a ride home.
He reached over and grabbed the crutches and shakily lifted himself up to get over to the phone.
“You ready?” the voice called out interrupting him.
“Viggo,” he squeaked out as he stumbled a little.
Viggo reached out and steadied the young man. “Easy there cowboy,” he said with a laugh as he held onto Orlando’s arm.
“Thanks,” Orlando replied shyly, feeling the goose bumps spread up his arm at Viggo’s firm grasp.
“I’m parked out in the Doctors lot. You wait here by the door and I’ll swing by and pick you up alright?” he looked at Orlando for confirmation.
“Okay, yeah, I’ll wait right here til you get back,” he said sitting down again beside the door.
“You okay?” Viggo asked.
“Fine. Yeah. I’m fine. Just a little sore is all.”
“Oh… fuck, I forgot to give you some pain meds. What was I thinking?”
“I have stuff at home, its okay,” Orlando replied quickly.
“You’re sure? I can swing by the pharmacy if you need to.”
“Get the car Viggo; I’ll be fine til I get home.”
“Okay, I’ll hurry,” he said as he rushed out the door.
Orlando sighed as he slumped back in the chair as he waited for Viggo to come back.
He didn’t have to wait long til a blue BMW pulled up and Viggo jumped out and opened the passenger door. Orlando hobbled out on his crutches. “Nice car,” he murmured as he slid into the front seat.
“It’s not bad,” Viggo answered as he opened the back door and slid the crutches inside. He shut the door and hurried back around and got in. “So, where do we go from here?” he asked as he turned and looked at Orlando sitting quietly beside him.
“It’s down on Lancaster Street. The Willow Apartments,” he answered quietly as he shifted in the leather seat trying to not notice the expensive interior the car had. “It feels like someone has already been sitting here,” he said after they pulled out of the hospital lot.
“Oh, yeah, I have heated seats,” he commented smiling as he looked over. “This way you won’t freeze you nuts off.”
Orlando choked after hearing that, and started coughing.
“Are you okay? Viggo asked worried as he tried patting Orlando on his back.
“Fine,” he gasped when he got his coughing under control. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, not like I’ve never heard anyone cough before,” he said grinning. “I have some water here somewhere,” he mumbled as he felt around the backseat. “Here,” he said as he handed Orlando a bottle of water. “I guess I shouldn’t have said that, about…you know.”
“It’s okay Viggo; I brought it up first with my insane rambling. It’s okay really. It just caught me off guard coming from you,” he tried to explain. “It’s just around the next corner,” he pointed as they came upon a large group of apartments.
Viggo followed Orlando’s instructions and pulled into his designated parking space. He got out after telling Orlando to stay put and went around and opened the door for him. “Give me your hand,” he said as he reached forward.
Orlando nervously extended his hand and grasped Viggo’s as he started to pull himself out of the car. His hands felt sweaty as he held onto Viggos whose hands were warm and dry.
Viggo retrieved the crutches out of the back of the car and gave them to Orlando.
“Thanks Viggo I think I can probably make it from here,’ he said as he began to move away.
“Let me make sure you get in safe Orlando,” he said as he hurried after the young man. “Please,” he added wanting so much to help Orlando out and perhaps stay a while.
“Okay,” Orlando relented finally after a moment of indecision. “Just so I don’t fall on my ass out here.”
They walked to Orlando’s door with Viggo guiding him by the elbow. He held Orlando steady while he dug the keys out from his pocket and gave them to Viggo.
Viggo opened the door and let Orlando walk in first, and then he followed the young man inside the apartment, shutting the door and the real world behind him.
TBC…….
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I'm really enjoying this story.
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Date: 2007-05-15 05:10 am (UTC)I'm *loving* this story, heaps.
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Date: 2007-05-16 09:54 am (UTC)"“I prefer to inject it in the hip,” he answered as he grabbed an alcohol swab. He really did prefer to give it there but it seemed like he was over eager to give this one." Naughty Dr M!!!
"...shutting the door and the real world behind him." What a lovely sentence - can't wait to see what the 'alternative' world will bring!
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