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Title: Take Care of Me
Author: Liriel
Pairing: VM/OB, slight SB/EW
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU
Summary: Orlando and Elijah are flatmates, living in London. One afternoon they are overheard whinging about how easy girls have it. A challenge is issued. Will they accept it?
Beta: The incomparable, unforgettable

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A/N: I know, and you know that most women don't have it this easy. So don't blame me, the opinions expressed in this story are those of the characters and not the poor author, who's just recording the events and thoughts.
A/N2: Special thanks to

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Orlando moaned with pain as he slowly woke. His back was killing him and he couldn't move.

“What's wrong, Orlando?” Viggo asked with concern, his voice rough with sleep. He'd dozed off while Orlando slept in his lap, but the young man's moan of pain had woken him abruptly. Unlike Orlando, Viggo was a very light sleeper.

“My... back...” Orlando panted, struggling to talk past the pain. The tension of his parent's visit, combined with the awkward position he'd slept in had sent his back muscles into spasm. “Spasm,” he groaned.

“Can you move at all?” Viggo came instantly alert, his hand stroking gently over Orlando's back, feeling the hard knotting of the muscles in spasm.

“No,” the young man whimpered. It wasn't getting better at all.

“Okay, let's get you upstairs and I'll give you a back rub.” Suiting his actions to his words, Viggo rose from the couch, cradling the pain-filled body in his arms and headed out of the room.

*****
Orlando smiled up at the man caressing his cheek. Viggo had helped him take a hot shower when they'd arrived in their bedroom, and then he'd given Orlando the best back rub the young man had ever received. His back felt so much better, and he hadn't even had to take any painkillers at all.

Now he was completely relaxed and wanting Viggo to touch him more. Slowly, the young man rolled over onto his back and reached up to stroke Viggo's face. “Will you touch me, Viggo, please?” Orlando asked sweetly.

“We don't have to do this right now, baby,” Viggo replied tenderly. “I can wait until you're feeling better.”

“I can't,” Orlando smiled. “It doesn't hurt at all any more. I want you to make love to me. I'm ready, Vig.”

“Baby,” Viggo breathed, tenderly leaning in to kiss the sweet pink lips of the man who'd claimed his heart.

Orlando lifted his face eagerly, sliding his hand around Viggo's neck to hold the older man close to him. He sighed into the kiss and opened his lips willingly, eager to discover just how good it could be to have sex with another man. And not just any man, this was the man who had taken care of him, ever since they met.

Viggo carefully lowered himself onto the slender body of the young man. His body trembled slightly with the realization that he was finally going to get to show Orlando just how much the young man meant to him. Deepening the kiss, Viggo flicked Orlando's lips with his tongue, moaning slightly when access to the young man's mouth was immediately granted.

Orlando opened his mouth to his lover, stroking his tongue over the other man's as his mouth was invaded by the slick muscle. He slipped his hand around Viggo's waist as the older man's body covered his and spread his legs, moaning into the sensual kiss when he felt Viggo's hard shaft press against his own.

Groaning with need as the body beneath his arched up, Viggo reluctantly tore his lips away from Orlando's mouth, feathering the young man's face with kisses as he whispered, “Want you so bad, baby.”

“Please, oh please, Viggo,” Orlando begged, tugging at his lover's shirt. “Want you... touch me, please.”

Pulling away from the willing body just long enough to tear his shirt and trousers off, Viggo bent his head to lick and suck the dark circle of Orlando's nipple as his hands roamed unceasingly over the slender, muscled body, gradually working their way to the waistband of the young man's boxers.

Orlando whimpered as he felt his nipple being sucked and gently bitten, the sensation sending shockwaves of lust through his body and making his cock harden even more. His senses spun as he felt Viggo's hands slip beneath his boxers and ease them down his hips. The young man lifted his hips, moaning with need, as the concealing material was slid down his thighs, exposing his groin.

“So beautiful, baby,” Viggo murmured huskily as he pulled Orlando's boxers off completely, leaving the young man naked and exposed to his loving gaze. Slipping further down in the bed, Viggo trailed kisses up the inside of Orlando's thigh as his hands gently spread the young man's legs further apart.

“Oh God,” Orlando gasped as he felt the older man's kisses on the inside of his leg. No one had ever kissed him there before and it felt so unbelievably good. “Don't stop... fuck, please don't stop!”

“Never stop,” Viggo agreed, licking a hot stripe up the crease where his young lover's leg joined his body. Quickly his hands gripped Orlando's hips, holding them in place when the young man thrust up into the sensuous caress. Lifting his head to look at the young man, wanting to reassure himself that Orlando did want this, Viggo groaned as he saw his lover's smooth chest heaving as Orlando panted for breath, his body writhing with need.

“Please,” Orlando begged wantonly. He wasn't used to having someone caress his body the way Viggo was, as if he knew exactly what Orlando was feeling and what he wanted. It felt so damn good, he never wanted it to stop. But he needed more, he needed his lover to touch his cock. “Touch me, Viggo, please... need you to touch me.”

Removing one hand from Orlando's hip, Viggo gently stroked his fingertips over the young man's hot, hard shaft. “Like this baby? You want me to touch you here?”

“More,” Orlando moaned, trying to thrust his hips and garner more contact on his aching cock. “Oh fuck!” With a gasp, Orlando's back arched as Viggo's hand wrapped completely around his erection and he began to pull it. The young man's hands scrabbled for something to hold onto, to anchor him from the dizzying sensations that were threatening to send him into space.

Never stopping his slow pumping of Orlando's shaft, Viggo trailed kisses up the young man's torso until his lips were hovering over Orlando's slightly open mouth, feeling the young man's panting breaths fanning his lips.

“Viggo,” Orlando moaned, his hands finally clutching onto the older man's shoulders.

“I want to be inside you, baby,” Viggo said as he nuzzled Orlando's neck.

“Yes,” Orlando sobbed, aching for more contact. “Please, more.”

Releasing his grip on the young man's cock and drawing away, Viggo was gratified to hear Orlando whimper with the loss of his touch. “Just let me get the lube, baby,” he crooned. Viggo had gotten himself tested when Orlando had been and he knew they were both clean, so there was no need for the barrier of latex between them. He wanted to feel Orlando with nothing between them; that was just one of the reasons he'd waited so long to make love to the younger man.

Slick fingers stroked over Orlando's pucker and the young man writhed and whimpered at the unaccustomed touch there,. A small, distant part of his brain told him it should feel wrong to have someone touch him there, but he wasn't listening. It just felt so damn good, he wanted more. He groaned and spread his legs wider when he felt something pressing against his opening.

“That's it, baby,” Viggo rasped huskily. “Relax, let me make you feel good.” Carefully pushing one slick finger into the tight, virgin hole, Viggo groaned as he felt the molten heat surround his finger, gripping it tightly. “God, you're so tight, Orlando... feels so good, baby.”

“Viggo,” Orlando whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut as his body arched, desperate for more. He bucked his hips when he felt the intruding digit move within him, twisting and stroking him inside. “Oh fuck,” the young man groaned. “So good... more.”

Encouraged by the young man's response, Viggo added a second finger, pausing to allow Orlando to adjust when the young man whimpered quietly at the burning pain of the stretch. “That's it, baby, relax and let me stretch you, so you can take my cock. You feel so good, Orlando... want to be inside you.”

Orlando moaned and writhed as he felt the fingers inside him twisting and stretching him. He felt so full, but it felt so good, he thought he might go insane. The penetrating fingers brushed over a spot inside him and Orlando shrieked at the bolt of pleasure that lanced through his body, his back bowed sharply as he thrust down onto Viggo's fingers.

Happy that he'd found Orlando's prostate, Viggo made sure to stroke over it several times as he added a third finger, twisting and scissoring the digits inside the tight, molten passage, preparing Orlando for his girth. At last he removed his fingers, kissing his young lover's chest when the young man moaned in protest at the feeling of emptiness.

Slicking up his aching erection with plenty of lube, Viggo turned the slender body so Orlando was lying on his side. He pushed one leg up, opening the young man for him and positioned his cock at the glistening hole. “Relax now, baby, let me in,” Viggo crooned as he began to slowly push into the stretched hole.

“Oh fuck,” Orlando moaned as he felt Viggo's cock pushing into him. The older man felt far too big, like someone was trying to shove a post up his arse. “Hurts,” he whimpered.

“I know, try and relax, Orli, deep breaths, baby,” Viggo encouraged, holding himself in place when he felt Orlando stiffen, his body trembling at the intrusion. “Relax for me baby, I promise it will feel better.” Tenderly he stroked over the young man's satin skin, soothing the trembling muscles and helping Orlando to relax.

Closing his eyes to concentrate, Orlando willed his body to relax. He wanted this, wanted it so bad., he was willing to endure anything to feel the older man taking him At last he felt the pain of the burning stretch subside and he moaned softly, pressing back against Viggo, feeling the solid strength of the arms cradling him so gently.

When he felt Orlando relax, Viggo began to press inside him once more, moaning when he was fully seated and the white heat of the young man's passage gripped the full length of his shaft. Slowly he began to rock his hips, moving minutely within the tight hole. Encouraged when Orlando began to move with him, Viggo put one hand on the underside of the young man's raised thigh, pushing the leg slightly higher so he could increase the action of his hips.

“Oh god,” Orlando moaned, his hands gripping the arm around his waist tightly, holding him in place. “Please, more, Viggo... harder.”

At the pleading request, Viggo increased the intensity of his thrusts as he reached between Orlando's legs and took the young man's erection in his hand, swiping his thumb over the tip to smear the pre-cum that welled unceasingly from the slit.

Orlando rocked his hips, delirious with the pleasure he was receiving at Viggo's hands. He wanted to ask for more, but could only mewl and whimper wordlessly, unable to form a coherent thought.

Angling his hips slightly, Viggo pumped his hips, thrusting deep inside Orlando, stroking over the young man's prostate with each drag of his cock. He murmured words of love and tenderness into the young man's ear as his hand pulled at Orlando's shaft, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he could.

Orlando moaned and writhed as Viggo's length stroked over that spot repeatedly. His body felt as though it were on fire, like he would explode if he didn't come.

“Fuck, so close, baby,” Viggo groaned, feeling his balls begin to draw up as his release hurtled towards him. “Come for me, Orlando, let me feel you come, baby.”

Unable to stop himself, Orlando shouted as his orgasm erupted, shooting streamers of cum over his stomach and Viggo's hand, the inner walls of his passage clenched tightly around the shaft buried deep inside him and he felt the heat of his lover's release filling him.

Cradling the slender body in his arms as they both trembled with the aftershocks of their release, Viggo pressed tender kisses to Orlando's shoulder as the young man slowly sagged back against him.

“Holy fuck,” Orlando said, his voice barely a thread of sound. He was filled with a great lassitude and didn't want to move at all. He wanted Viggo to stay inside him forever. It had felt so good, he couldn't believe there had been a time when he didn't want this.

“Yeah,” Viggo chuckled, tightening his hold on the young man. He felt his soft shaft slip from Orlando's hole, smiling when he felt the young man tighten his muscles in an attempt to hold onto him.

“No,” Orlando pouted. “Want you to stay inside me.”

“I'm sorry, baby. I have no control over that,” Viggo turned the young man in his arms so he could look into his face. “But we can do it again, as often as you want.”

“Thank you,” Orlando smiled, wrapping his arms around Viggo's waist. “Can we stay here, like this, now? I just... I like it when you hold me.”

“Absolutely,” Viggo responded firmly, smiling tenderly at the young man in his arms. “I'm glad you like it when I hold you, Orlando, because I like holding you.”

Sighing happily, Orlando snuggled into his lover's embrace, feeling as though Christmas had definitely come early for him. He wondered that he had ever felt afraid to try this, or of the man holding him so tenderly. He'd been so hesitant to try this and now he couldn't imagine his life without Viggo.
TBC