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vigorli2005-01-28 01:08 pm
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Fic: Dessert
Title: Dessert
Author: Hallie Kat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: Sequel to ‘Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner’
Disclaimer: “I lie to everybody. What makes you so special?”
Dedication: To honey_babes as always, as well as to everyone else who is reading and enjoying this series. Thank you to everyone that leaves feedback, I truly appreciate it, it is what keeps me writing.
A/N: Real life sucks.
~~~~~~~
Elbow-deep in warm soapy water, Viggo was humming softly. “Si me quieres junto a ti, ganate mi corazon; tres deseos te concedo si me juras tu amor.”
Orlando leaned against the door frame, a fond smile curling his lips. Glancing back at Sean, he saw that Beanie was still as he’d left him, slumped down into the couch, head back and snoring softly. A half-full bottle was still held loosely in one hand.
Padding softly across the kitchen, he pressed up against his lover’s back, arms slipping comfortably around Viggo’s waist. Viggo turned his head for a quick kiss, then continued singing, rubbing his ass back against the bulge in Orlando’s pants. “Ven, ven acercarme de aqui.”
Resting his chin on Viggo’s shoulder, Orlando watched as Viggo’s wet hands ran the sponge across the plate. Unlacing his own hands, Orli slid them down and popped the button on Viggo’s jeans, running a finger up and down the metal teeth of the zipper and and against the straining flesh underneath.
The words to the second verse lodged in Viggo’s throat, his breath hitching. Setting the rinsed plate in the dish drainer, Viggo started to turn around but was stopped by Orli’s hands on his hips. Teeth nipped at his ear and Viggo shuddered as Orlando whispered huskily, “Uh-uh, you’re washing dishes. I wouldn’t want to, hmmm,” he stopped, letting his tongue flick against the ear lobe and heard the older man moan and pant, “distract you.”
Viggo swallowed, hard. His hands were still submerged in the water but were no longer washing. “Beanie?” he croaked, trying to think of something besides Orlando’s groin grinding against his backside.
“Sleeping on the couch, so you’d better be quiet, love.”
Viggo opened his mouth to point out that Orli was the screamer but lost his train of thought when the rasp of the zipper sounded harshly in the quiet room. Orlando nuzzled his neck as his hands slipped inside Viggo’s jeans, freeing the warm flesh that was already stiff and pulsing. “You’re not washing dishes,” Orlando chided.
“Oh.” Viggo’s knees were trembling and he was pretty sure his brain had just imploded. Dazedly, he looked down at his hands as they floated limply in the water.
“If you stop washing the dishes,” Orlando murmured, hands gliding smoothly along Viggo’s engorged shaft, twisting and teasing, “I’ll stop.”
Viggo moaned in distress when the hands disappeared, leaving his arousal bobbing in the air, the tip swollen and slick with pre-cum. Quickly searching the sink, he pulled out the first thing he found and started rubbing at it, not caring that he’d lost the sponge somewhere.
Orlando chuckled, wrapping his fingers back around Viggo’s hard flesh as he rubbed his own cloth-covered erection against the firm ass of his lover. He licked at Viggo’s neck, sucking on the salty flesh and moaning in appreciation. As he continued pulling and stroking Viggo’s cock, Orlando watched Viggo’s hands mimic his actions unconsciously with the spoon he was holding.
Viggo closed his eyes in bliss as Orli began pumping him in earnest, the pulsing heat spreading through his body and making his thighs tremble. Suddenly, one of Orlando’s hands was cupping his balls, then shifting them to stroke the soft, ultra-sensitive flesh behind. Viggo stiffened, hips jerking with his release as he spattered across Orlando’s hands, the sink, and the cabinet with a low growls.
The harsh sounds and the feel of the pulsing flesh in Orlando’s hands was enough to send Orlando into completion. He pressed his forehead against Viggo’s shoulder and whimpered as he felt his erection twitch and throb, his sticky release soaking into his boxers and pants.
Bracing his arms on the counter, Viggo leaned forward and stared, bemused, at the cloudy fluid that now floated in the cool dish water. He was still clutching a spoon tightly with both hands and he felt as though his brain had liquefied and was now floating in the water before him.
Orlando was draped across his back, hands still resting on Viggo’s limp flesh. He pressed a soft, sleepy kiss to the warm sin in front of him, eyes closed, as he mumbled disjointed words of love and adoration.
Viggo set the spoon aside and dried his hands, then tucked himself carefully back into his pants, not bothering to fasten them. Turning, he gathered his drowsy lover against him, then picked him up when it became obvious that Orlando was too far gone to walk to bed. Leaving the remainder of the dishes in the sink, Viggo carried Orlando back through the living room, noting the now vacant couch, then went upstairs to bed.
~~~~~~~
Sean paused, listening to the sound of footsteps in the hallway, then the click of the master bedroom door. “I think they’re done.”
Karl’s laughter rumbled through the phone. “Took them long enough.”
“Thanks for keeping me company.” Shifting onto his back, Sean rolled his eyes. “I’m shocked they waited till I dozed off. You should have seen the looks they were giving each other during dinner. I kept expecting Orlando to throw Viggo down on the table and shag him silly.”
“On the kitchen table? You think?” Karl sounded intrigued.
Sean huffed. “Did I tell you they got a new table? Wonder what happened to the old one.”
~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~
Author: Hallie Kat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: Sequel to ‘Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner’
Disclaimer: “I lie to everybody. What makes you so special?”
Dedication: To honey_babes as always, as well as to everyone else who is reading and enjoying this series. Thank you to everyone that leaves feedback, I truly appreciate it, it is what keeps me writing.
A/N: Real life sucks.
~~~~~~~
Elbow-deep in warm soapy water, Viggo was humming softly. “Si me quieres junto a ti, ganate mi corazon; tres deseos te concedo si me juras tu amor.”
Orlando leaned against the door frame, a fond smile curling his lips. Glancing back at Sean, he saw that Beanie was still as he’d left him, slumped down into the couch, head back and snoring softly. A half-full bottle was still held loosely in one hand.
Padding softly across the kitchen, he pressed up against his lover’s back, arms slipping comfortably around Viggo’s waist. Viggo turned his head for a quick kiss, then continued singing, rubbing his ass back against the bulge in Orlando’s pants. “Ven, ven acercarme de aqui.”
Resting his chin on Viggo’s shoulder, Orlando watched as Viggo’s wet hands ran the sponge across the plate. Unlacing his own hands, Orli slid them down and popped the button on Viggo’s jeans, running a finger up and down the metal teeth of the zipper and and against the straining flesh underneath.
The words to the second verse lodged in Viggo’s throat, his breath hitching. Setting the rinsed plate in the dish drainer, Viggo started to turn around but was stopped by Orli’s hands on his hips. Teeth nipped at his ear and Viggo shuddered as Orlando whispered huskily, “Uh-uh, you’re washing dishes. I wouldn’t want to, hmmm,” he stopped, letting his tongue flick against the ear lobe and heard the older man moan and pant, “distract you.”
Viggo swallowed, hard. His hands were still submerged in the water but were no longer washing. “Beanie?” he croaked, trying to think of something besides Orlando’s groin grinding against his backside.
“Sleeping on the couch, so you’d better be quiet, love.”
Viggo opened his mouth to point out that Orli was the screamer but lost his train of thought when the rasp of the zipper sounded harshly in the quiet room. Orlando nuzzled his neck as his hands slipped inside Viggo’s jeans, freeing the warm flesh that was already stiff and pulsing. “You’re not washing dishes,” Orlando chided.
“Oh.” Viggo’s knees were trembling and he was pretty sure his brain had just imploded. Dazedly, he looked down at his hands as they floated limply in the water.
“If you stop washing the dishes,” Orlando murmured, hands gliding smoothly along Viggo’s engorged shaft, twisting and teasing, “I’ll stop.”
Viggo moaned in distress when the hands disappeared, leaving his arousal bobbing in the air, the tip swollen and slick with pre-cum. Quickly searching the sink, he pulled out the first thing he found and started rubbing at it, not caring that he’d lost the sponge somewhere.
Orlando chuckled, wrapping his fingers back around Viggo’s hard flesh as he rubbed his own cloth-covered erection against the firm ass of his lover. He licked at Viggo’s neck, sucking on the salty flesh and moaning in appreciation. As he continued pulling and stroking Viggo’s cock, Orlando watched Viggo’s hands mimic his actions unconsciously with the spoon he was holding.
Viggo closed his eyes in bliss as Orli began pumping him in earnest, the pulsing heat spreading through his body and making his thighs tremble. Suddenly, one of Orlando’s hands was cupping his balls, then shifting them to stroke the soft, ultra-sensitive flesh behind. Viggo stiffened, hips jerking with his release as he spattered across Orlando’s hands, the sink, and the cabinet with a low growls.
The harsh sounds and the feel of the pulsing flesh in Orlando’s hands was enough to send Orlando into completion. He pressed his forehead against Viggo’s shoulder and whimpered as he felt his erection twitch and throb, his sticky release soaking into his boxers and pants.
Bracing his arms on the counter, Viggo leaned forward and stared, bemused, at the cloudy fluid that now floated in the cool dish water. He was still clutching a spoon tightly with both hands and he felt as though his brain had liquefied and was now floating in the water before him.
Orlando was draped across his back, hands still resting on Viggo’s limp flesh. He pressed a soft, sleepy kiss to the warm sin in front of him, eyes closed, as he mumbled disjointed words of love and adoration.
Viggo set the spoon aside and dried his hands, then tucked himself carefully back into his pants, not bothering to fasten them. Turning, he gathered his drowsy lover against him, then picked him up when it became obvious that Orlando was too far gone to walk to bed. Leaving the remainder of the dishes in the sink, Viggo carried Orlando back through the living room, noting the now vacant couch, then went upstairs to bed.
~~~~~~~
Sean paused, listening to the sound of footsteps in the hallway, then the click of the master bedroom door. “I think they’re done.”
Karl’s laughter rumbled through the phone. “Took them long enough.”
“Thanks for keeping me company.” Shifting onto his back, Sean rolled his eyes. “I’m shocked they waited till I dozed off. You should have seen the looks they were giving each other during dinner. I kept expecting Orlando to throw Viggo down on the table and shag him silly.”
“On the kitchen table? You think?” Karl sounded intrigued.
Sean huffed. “Did I tell you they got a new table? Wonder what happened to the old one.”
~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~
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*dies laughing* Oh, poor unsuspecting Beanie and Karl. What happened to the dinner table indeed.
Absolutely hot and brilliant. Lovely job! *hugs* <3
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i surely hope they'll throw out the dishes that are still in the sink *g*
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Loved that parting comment of Beanie's with respect to the newness of the table!
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This line got an audible 'mwaaah' noise, that luckily, didn't wake my husband. ;)
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luckily, didn't wake my husband
Is waking your husband a bad thing? :)