vigorli

Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 7
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 7

Orlando hobbled slowly into the dark room. His nerves were on edge knowing that Viggo was right behind him. “The light’s over here,” he said quietly as he made his way to the lamp beside the couch. He flipped the switch on once he found it, trying to keep steady on his feet. “Sorry about the mess,” he apologized. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Viggo replied as he took in the small apartment. “It looks… lived in,” he added smiling.

Orlando laughed, “Is that a nice way of saying it’s messy?” he asked as he hobbled in front of the couch, trying to find a place to sit so he could lie down.

Viggo immediately made his way over to help the young man sit down without jarring anything. “No…not at all…it’s just lived in like I said. My house is so spotless I hate to set anything down anywhere. My wife is a compulsive cleaner.”

Orlando nodded in understanding. “My mum was like that, drove me crazy. The least little item out of place and she would freak out!”

“Chloe doesn’t just freak out, she gets rather mad,” Viggo replied. “Let me help you elevate your ankle, it will help the swelling.” He moved the pillows on Orlando couch and lifted the young man’s leg up and laid it down gently. He picked up another and helped Orlando sit up so he could place it behind him. “Is that comfy?”

“Yeah, it’s good,” he answered wiggling a bit. “Thanks.”

“You said you had pain meds when you were at the hospital, where can I find them?” he asked next.

“Oh you don’t have to Viggo,” he tried protesting, knowing the longer Viggo stayed the harder it would be to let go.

“No, I insist Orlando, let me help.”

“Okay, over there in the bathroom, in the medicine cabinet. I’ll call Billy to let him know I’m home.”

“I’ll be right back,” Viggo smiled as he got up and headed to the bathroom. He opened the cabinet looking for some kind of pain reliever amongst the crowed shelves. He felt a little odd rummaging through someone else’s bathroom, feeling like he was invading their personal space.

He pulled a bottle down that had Orlando’s name on it and a common pain medication inscribed on the bottle. He assumed this must be what Orlando had been talking about. Before he closed the cabinet door he noticed a box of condoms at the back. His eyes closed momentarily as he thought of Orlando spread out beneath him, Viggo putting the condom on and lubing his erect cock….

“Viggo! Did you find them?” Orlando’s voice drifted in from the other room.

“Yeah…yeah I did,” he called back as he shut the door and took a few moments to breathe before returning to the other room. He handed the bottle to Orlando to see if they were the right ones and then headed to the kitchen for a glass of water after Orlando said they were.

He could barely hear Orlando talking to Billy on the phone, his voice soft and low as he talked to his friend. He tried not to listen as he searched the small cupboards for a clean glass.

Orlando shifted his eyes towards the kitchen. “No, I’ll be fine,” he said quietly. “No Bill’s I’m sure nothing will happen. No you don’t need to come over, really. Okay, bye,” he whispered as he hung the phone up.

Viggo filled the glass with shaky hands trying to calm himself. He knew he was overreacting to the situation. He needed to get back into control.

He turned the water off and walked back into the other room and sat down beside Orlando. He held the glass out to him, his hands steadier by now.

“Thanks,” Orlando murmured as he threw the pills into his mouth and took a drink of water. “Ack,” he coughed as they went down. “I hate taking pills I’m always afraid I’ll choke,” he admitted as he gave the glass back to Viggo to set on the end table.

Orlando laid his head back on the couch and shivered slightly.

Viggo reached for the blanket on the end of the couch and spread it out over Orlando tucking in the sides around the thin frame. He sat back down on the couch closer to Orlando’s shoulders and reached over and tucked the blanket ends around the shaking frame. “Is that better?” he rasped as he leaned over the young man, his gaze meeting Orlando’s.

Orlando nodded. His voice taken away, he was warmed by Viggos closeness, wishing he didn’t have to leave.

“I…I should probably go,” he said quietly as he sat there staring at Orlando, his hands moving back over the blanket and onto his lap. But he made no attempt to move.

“You probably should,” Orlando replied at last but really not wanting him to, even though he told Billy he wouldn’t let anything happen or rather nothing would happen. Even though he knew deep down, that he would be easily swayed should Viggo make an attempt to get closer to him then should be allowed.

Viggo smiled back at the beautiful face staring at him from below. The soft brown waves of hair framing his perfect face. He raised his hand and stroked a stray curl off his forehead.

Orlando eyes fluttered closed as he felt the light touch of Viggo’s hand across his forehead, he felt the slight tickle of the curl he was brushing back onto his head. He swallowed hard around the lump forming in his throat. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to be able to not let this man affect him so strongly. But it was nearly impossible when the sole desire of his recent days was right there within his reach, and knowing that he would not be denied if he wanted this relationship to progress further than it really should.

Viggo watched the brown orbs disappear as Orlando closed his eyes, his lashes long, dark and feathered against his almost flawless skin. All he had to do was lean over a little further and he could easily brush his lips across the tempting ones below. Viggo craved to feel the soft lips move against his, he knew without a doubt they would be like the softest rose petal when it first blooms.

Viggo moved his fingers through the riot of brown curls several times and watched in amazement as Orlando’s head moved into the caress; like a kitten wanting to be stroked. He could almost imagine hearing Orlando purring. He felt a spike of lust shoot through him as he thought about hearing more than purring sounds coming from Orlando’s lips. He closed his eyes momentarily to try and gain some control over his raging thoughts and then opened them and took the leap he had wanted to take from the moment he set his eyes upon this gorgeous creature. He wetted his lips and leaned into the body lying on the couch and finally pressed his lips to the sweetest ones below him.

Orlando’s eyes shot open as he felt the wet caress of Viggos lips against his. He was momentarily stunned as he had been so caught up in the moment of enjoying the feel of Viggos fingers threading through his curls, nearly hypnotizing him. But the brush of the wet caress was enough to bring him back into the present and he hesitated after the initial shock. He moved his lips ever so slightly in response to Viggos lips upon his.

They felt smooth, slightly different then his own. He registered somewhere in his mind that this was wrong, that he shouldn’t be letting this continue, but he was aught to stop what felt so right.

Viggo sensing that Orlando was not rejecting him yet, after the first brush of his lips pressed deeper into the kiss. He had never felt such bliss before in all the kisses he had bestowed upon his many lovers, and he knew at that moment he wanted Orlando for his lover. He parted his lips and moved his tongue over the seam of Orlando lips trying to urge him to open up and let him inside the warm cavern.

The warm tongue against Orlando’s lips sent a jolt of lust coursing through his body. His mouth automatically opened and welcomed the questing tongue. The moment it touched his he groaned with pure abandonment at the sheer pleasure it evoked. His own tongue twined with Viggo’s as they shared this first kiss.

The hand in Orlando’s hair forced their mouths together increasing the pressure as Viggo heard the moan making Orlando shiver in delight.

When at last the need for air became necessary, Orlando pulled away, panting. “Viggo,” he panted softly as Viggo latched onto his neck and started trailing kisses along the smooth skin, causing Orlando to tilt his head so more of his neck could be exposed.

Viggo thought he had died and gone to heaven when he heard Orlando saying his name softly. He nibbled along the strong jaw line and back up to the parted lips once again. “Oh god, Orlando,” he mumbled against his lips. “I want you…so very much,” he rasped as he kissed him again.

Orlando could feel his cock harden further at these words he wanted to hear, but they were the same ones he also feared he would hear. His eyes shut tightly as he tried to gain the power to stop this now before he couldn’t stop. He was on the edge of giving over to Viggo and he knew himself well enough to know what he could deal with and what he could not. He struggled to bring his arm out from underneath the blanket and pushed slightly against Viggos chest.

“Viggo, no,” he pleaded quietly. “We can’t…I can’t,” he struggled to speak against the still moving lips.

Viggo felt the hand that pushed at his chest gently, it wasn’t hard and he really didn’t think that Orlando meant for this to stop. He knew he didn’t want it to stop. “I know you want me,” he whispered quietly against his cheek. His breathing heavy and hot.

“I do…but I can’t…Viggo you’re married,” he stated as he turned his head further away and pushed harder on his unwelcome lover’s chest.

Viggo moved away slowly and looked down on the flushed face. Orlando’s eyes dark with desire.

“I don’t feel married,” he said roughly. His shoulders sagging, his hands running through his straight locks in frustration. He looked at Orlando again. “I haven’t felt this alive in years Orlando. The things you make me feel, I can barely understand them.”

Orlando looked away. He knew the feeling. He felt the same way. He couldn’t understand the feelings himself. “I will not be someone’s mistress Viggo,” he stated firmly. “I think you should go.”

“Please Orlando, don’t send me away like this,” he begged.

“I’m sorry Viggo…really I am, but this…this cannot happen,” he said firmly. “Please if you care for me at all, please leave,” he said sadly.

“Okay,” came the defeated reply. “I’m sorry Orlando… I really am,” he said as he stood up and looked down at the figure on the couch.

Orlando nodded his head. “Thanks for taking care of me,” he replied as he looked up into Viggos eyes.

Viggo smiled and nodded his head. He turned and walked to the door and paused before he opened it. “Please don’t hate me,” he whispered as he turned the handle, opened the door and stepped quickly back out into the cold night air.

Orlando shut his eyes tightly as the tears threatened to spill. “I don’t hate you Viggo,” he said quietly into the empty room. “Far, far from it,” he stammered as the tears began to fall.

TBC…….