Geek!Orlando, part 27 (Orlando/Viggo, adult)

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author: stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 26
a/n 2: icon by the muse-ically gifted alliwantisanelf





Orlando was soooo relaxed.

Like, really, REALLY relaxed.

He wasn’t just sitting in the $600 La-Z-Boy floor model chair. He was one with the chair. He was the chair.

He really, really liked this chair, and no wonder, since it felt like Viggo’s butt. It was… Viggo’s Butt Chair. With a mid-pivot tilt.

Hey, the store should totally advertise it that way! They would sell, like, fifty of those chairs in one day, if they had a Viggo’s Butt Chair Sale. With Mid-Pivot Tilt.

He was totally going to suggest that to Karl. If he could ever… get out… of this chair.

Oh. Huh.

The chair seemed to be… moving, or changing, or something. That was weird. Its arms were starting to look sort of different. Different, but familiar. Sort of skin-colored. And a little hairy. Like very nice arms.

And the back of the chair was sort of getting warmer, and it moved a little, like it was breathing. Orlando pressed his own back against it. Mmm, yeah, that definitely felt like an amazing, familiar chest.

And the seat, underneath Orlando’s butt, seemed to be changing too. Orlando looked down. The chair seat was looking more like skin, too, and sort of like… legs. Huh. A lot like legs. A lot like Viggo Legs.

This was certainly unusual.

But certainly okay with Orlando. Orlando liked Viggo. He liked Viggo naked. And he liked sitting on Viggo naked.

Heyyyyy. Orlando’s cock got an idea.

Orlando was in an agreeable mood, so he let his cock lead him up out of Viggo’s lap… and pull him around behind the chair… well, the Viggo. Behind Viggo.

He wrapped his arms around Viggo’s back and hugged. Geez, Viggo felt good.

Ohhhh. Oh, this felt niiiice.

Orlando crouched down a little behind the chair and sort of tried to wrap one leg around it, too. Orlando’s cock firmly poked into Viggo’s back in two skittery, delicious bumps before Orlando nearly lost his balance and had to catch himself.

Oh, this definitely had some potential… but the angle was all wrong. But maybe if he just… tipped Viggo gently forward… onto the floor… and then wrapped around him again….

Oh god.

Oh YEAH.

Orlando’s mind filled with visions of donut holes and jackhammers and gas pumps as Orlando’s cock got very busy, very fast.

“Orlando!?”

Orlando looked up from… humping? – he guessed ‘humping’ would be the right word – Viggo, to see…

Viggo, standing at the doorway.

Wait a minute.

“Are you alright?” the standing Viggo asked, obviously concerned. “Did you fall? Why are you on top of the kitchen chair?” Viggo swooped down over Orlando as he lay atop Viggo – well, the other Viggo – and tried to help him up.

“Viggo? How did you get over there? I thought you were… here.” Orlando gestured below him, thoroughly confused and sort of sinkingly, vaguely aware that maybe he wasn’t fully in charge of himself at the moment.

“I went to get the bed ready for you, and when I came back, you were… here,” Viggo said, and Orlando was pretty sure now that this was the real Viggo. He didn’t try very hard to figure out what happened to the other Viggo. It was just too much work.

“Here, let’s get you to the bedroom. Have you hurt your leg again?” Viggo ducked under Orlando’s arm and wrapped a strong Viggo Arm around Orlando’s waist.

“Hurt my leg?” Orlando asked, dizzily wondering how he could go where Viggo seemed to want him to go when his cock was angrily trying to yank him back to his unfinished business with the Viggo on the floor.

Wait. Was that… was that a chair?

Viggo seemed concerned. “You don’t remember what happened?”

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=geek!flashback=


“…Um….throwing?” Viggo blinked. “You… you want to try topping?”

Through the distraction of Viggo’s arms around him and Viggo’s body pressed against him, Orlando tried to process why Viggo was talking about Hershey’s chocolate syrup right now.

Oh. OHHHH.

Okay, yeah, it would be juuuust fine if right now, that black tar pit monster that killed Tasha Yar and sucked Ryker down into it would swallow up Orlando, too.

Geez, that had been kind of a bizarre episode. Orlando had never been that into Tasha Yar, and Worf got promoted to Chief of Security that day, which was cool. But it was really funky how Ryker went down into that black stuff, mouth all open and screamy. When Orlando found out that it was actually a pool of printer’s ink and Metamucil, and that Jonathan Frakes really did go in, all the way, over his head… well, Orlando freaked a little. It was cool that Frakes was so dedicated and everything, but Orlando didn’t want to think about the possible… after-effects. Yeesh.

But nope, no tar pit monster was showing up to save him. Looked like he was just going to have to talk to Viggo about this, seeing as he’d brought it up and all.

“Topping, yeah. Sorry,” Orlando blushed. “It’s… it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“Uh – ” Viggo said.

”I - - I know it’s not how we’ve… done things… so far, so I - - “ Orlando stammered.

“Well – “ Viggo said.

“And since I really don’t know what I’m doing, I wouldn’t blame you if - - “ Orlando stuttered.

“Yes.”

Orlando stopped mid-stutter. “Huh?”

“Yes, Orlando. Yes, I would like for you to top me.” Viggo the Hypnotizing Cobra grinned only inches from Orlando’s shocked face.

Orlando swayed. Then he wondered how it was possible to sway, lying down wrapped around Viggo like he was.

“Wow. Um, wow. Okay…. Wow. Okay. Just… let me just get my calendar out,” Orlando untangled a shaky arm and awkwardly reached for the BlackBerry 8830 he always kept in his pocket, “and we can - - well, you can… choose a date, or….”

“How about right now?” the sexy Cobra hissed gorgeously.

Orlando’s over-megaherzted body did a bizarre flail-jerk thing and launched him off the bed.

=end geek!flashback=


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Ohhh, that’s right. Orlando had somehow managed to hurt his ankle, and Viggo had picked him up and carried him to the car and taken him to Urgent Care.

And it was sprained, they said. But it sure didn’t hurt now. Weird.

Orlando didn’t really understand what Viggo was saying now, something about how Percocet might not be the best choice for Orlando’s future pain-relieving needs. But the heady contrast of the smooth cool of the sheets and the firm warmth of Viggo both being tucked around him did make it through Orlando’s fog, and he decided in his happy, sleepy stupor this was a really, really nice day.

Orlando had one more thought he needed to shove to the surface.

“Will you still throw me, Viggo? After I throw you? We can still do that, right? The throwing?” Orlando sort of felt like he was repeating himself, but he couldn’t seem to fix it. “Cuz I really like it when you throw me. To me, I mean. I really really like that. Okay, Viggo? Can we still do that?” He hoped Viggo knew what he meant, because his mouth wasn’t working quite right any more.

“Yes, Orlando. I will still throw to you. As much as you want.” Orlando felt Viggo’s arms squeeze a little around him.

“Mm-kay.” Orlando closed his eyes and burrowed into the pillow of Viggo’s shoulder with a happy little sigh, giving in to the dream-murky pull of the medication. Viggo ironed Orlando’s forehead with paper-smooth brushes of his lips.

“ ‘M glad you’re gay, Viggo,” Orlando whispered from the edge of sleep. He felt Viggo’s lips stretch into a smile.

“I’m glad I’m gay, too, Orlando.”


ETA: continued here

Comments

[not-a-lamb.livejournal.com]

Oooohhh! I LOVE THIS!

And goddamn I love this line: Viggo ironed Orlando’s forehead with paper-smooth brushes of his lips. SO PURDY.

I'm feeling soppy tonight as I've just met a great man. This fits perfectly into my mood. Sigh. Orlando's tangents make me smile. I hope you don't mind mine.

[stormatdusk.livejournal.com]

wow, congrats on great manness! tangents welcome in my comments. you never know, you might spring a bunny for me! ;)