vigorli

Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 10
Author: Orli-bum
Beta: The most kind willys_digs
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Summary: Viggo meets a waiter that offers him more than just what’s on the menu.
Warning: Some in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Yes, fiction, duh!
Feedback: Is needed as always, it is food for the author’s soul

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Chapter 10

Orlando felt himself falling foreword only to be caught in Viggos strong embrace. He delighted in the feeling of this man’s strong arms around him. He had pictured Viggo holding him in his arms so many times since that night just a few days prior. It was in his every waking and sleeping fantasy. He thought just maybe, it would be alright if he just relished this one, simple, contact, if only for a short while. ‘It wouldn’t be cheating, really it wouldn’t,’ he told himself.

Viggo breathed deeply, savouring the scent of Orlando hair. His eyes closing as he brushed his face against the soft waves of brown hair. His hands trailed up the slender back, caressing it lightly. He could feel the muscles under Orlando’s shirt twitching reacting to his gentle touch. Orlando’s arms found their way around him. He sighed in obvious relief of Orlando’s acceptance of the embrace; for it was definitely lasting longer than if he was just letting Viggo help him to stand.

Orlando didn’t want to move from this position. But knew that someone from work could walk in at any given time and he really didn’t want to be caught like this. “Viggo,” he said quietly trying to finally pull away.

“No, please Orlando,” he murmured trying to hold on tighter. “Let me just hold you for a moment longer, please.”

“Someone could walk in,” he protested as he pushed lightly on the firm chest.

“Come,” he said as he backed Orlando into one of the closest bathroom stalls.

Orlando looked around, knowing where Viggo was directing him. “Viggo,” he protested again. “I really don’t think this is a very good idea.”

“It is,” Viggo mumbled as he shut the door behind them and locked it. He then turned and fixed his gaze on Orlando; his eyes raking over the slender figure as if he hadn’t seen him in weeks. He stepped forward and leaned his body into Orlando’s, pushing him back against the tiled wall.

“I’ve thought about you so much after I left your apartment,” he said quietly as he stroked the soft hairs that lay at the base of his neck. “You’ve been on my mind every moment of every day.”

Orlando swallowed around the huge lump forming in his throat. He dare not admit to Viggo that he had been thinking about him also, every moment of every day. It would only do to encourage him and that wouldn’t be good at all. No, not good.

“Tell me that you’ve thought about me also?” he pleaded.

“I…I can’t Viggo,” he whispered under his breath. He turned his head away so Viggo couldn’t see that he didn’t mean what he had just said.

“You can’t, or you won’t?” Viggo asked turning the young mans face back his way, trying to get Orlando to look him in the eye.

“Viggo, please,” he murmured as he tried to hide his emotions. “I told you I can’t, no matter what I feel. You know I can’t do this.”

“I know that you want me Orlando,” he rasped as he shifted his hips against Orlando’s groin. “I feel how much you want me.”

Orlando closed his eyes slowly as Viggo rubbed up against his swelling erection. He felt so good. Even as his back was pressed up against the cold tile in the stall, his cock was already achingly hot and hard. Orlando could feel his breath quicken and his heart race as he thought of all the things he wanted to do with this man.

Viggo leaned forward and brushed his lips against Orlando’s. “Kiss me,” he mumbled against the soft mouth. “Let me in,” he added softly.

Orlando tried to respond, but as his mouth opened, Viggo’s tongue immediately entered, making Orlando whimper as he felt the warm tongue find his own. He didn’t mean to open his mouth so Viggo could thrust his wet, hot tongue inside. He didn’t mean to make the soft moans and cries that came from his throat as their tongues met again and again. He didn’t mean to let his arms wrap around the body that was pressed tightly against his, pulling it closer so his body could rub firmly against it. But his body responded, whether he meant too, or not.

Viggo felt instant relief wash over him when he felt Orlando finally submitting to him. He knew he needed to proceed slowly as not to scare him away. He wanted to let Orlando know that he wanted him, and that he knew in return, he wanted Orlando to admit that he wanted Viggo also.

But still, it was more than just that. The feeling Viggo experienced as he kissed Orlando was one that he had a hard time describing, even to himself. He felt that this mouth was the only one he was meant to kiss, the only one he was meant to find pleasure with, the only one who was meant to be his soul mate.

Viggo groaned into the kiss, his hands mapping out the firm body in his arms. He moved his hands down the firm back to lay them softly on the tight buttocks that he had barely gotten a glimpse of days ago. He felt them tighten at his soft touch. He started running his fingers along the waistline and then slip his hand down inside.

“Viggo, oh God,” Orlando panted, as he searched Viggos mouth eagerly with his own tongue. He knew this man would be his undoing. He knew that now. All his promises he had made to himself. All his resolve and high morals were quickly fading from his mind as Viggos hands touched his ass; as they moved down along the waistline of his pants and then slid inside to touch him most intimately.

He bucked his hips automatically and ground his erection harder against Viggo. “Viggo, please,” he gasped as his kisses became more frantic, his hands grasping at Viggos shoulders, his nails digging into the soft fabric.

Viggos heart rate increased rapidly to the way that Orlando was responding to him. He knew that Orlando would be a passionate lover, that is, once they became lovers. If this was any indication of things to come, he was going to be in for the ride of his life. He didn’t know if he would survive, but that didn’t stop him. He quickly brought his hands around to the front of Orlando’s slacks and undid the button and slid the zipper down quickly, pushing the black material down over his backside. He then moved his hands down inside the waistband of his boxers and slid them down as well; all the while listening to the arousing sounds coming from those soft pink lips. “Shhh baby,” he rasped into Orlando’s ear as he took the lobe in his mouth and sucked. “Slow down,” he whispered as he licked his way down Orlando’s neck.

“Can’t,” Orlando moaned as all thought became difficult. “Touch me,” he begged, shoving his hard cock against Viggo, leaving a thick white trail along his dark blue slacks. He didn’t care if he was leaving his cum on Viggos clothes. He didn’t care that he was about to have sex in the men’s restroom at work. He didn’t care if anyone was about to walk in at any moment. All he cared about was relieving the pressure that had been building in him over the last couple of days and since he had first seen Viggo that fateful night.

Viggo grabbed the hard shaft, sliding his hand around the tip and coating his fingers in the pearly liquid. He broke his mouth away from the salty neck and licked the white fluid as Orlando watched him. His gaze intense upon his lover as he watched his eyes darken with desire.
“So good baby,” he growled as he licked his fingers and reached down again and grasped the erect cock firmly in his hand. Viggo's mouth latching onto Orlando’s neck and sucking harder this time, enough to leave a mark.

Orlando laid his head back his eyes lidded as Viggo pumped his flesh. His mouth open around gasps and whimpers for more.
He felt the heat building in his groin and the orgasm approaching quickly and he grabbed Viggo head and pulled him into a passionate kiss as he came, spurting his hot seed between them, soaking Viggos hand and pants.

“Oh bloody hell,” he moaned as the last of the spasms washed over him.

Viggo held the trembling body in his arms. His own body throbbing with his own unspent desire. “You okay?” he asked finally after Orlando’s breathing had slowed enough and he could give him a coherent answer.

“I..”Orlando tried to speak, but his mouth had turned so dry and his lips felt swollen. His tongue came out to moisten them before he tried to speak again. His eyes opened and closed as he tried to focus. It was so hard. He was so tired and lightheaded. He just wanted to lie down and take a nap.

The door to the men’s room opened and both men startled at the sound. They both remained still and quiet as they listened to the man taking a piss. Orlando’s chest started heaving again as he started to panic.

“Shhh,” Viggo soothed as he clamped his hand over Orlando’s mouth.

The urinal automatically flushed when the man moved away and moved to the sink to wash his hands. The flow of water covering the sounds of Viggo trying to calm Orlando.

They listened as the man pulled the paper towel from the wall and opened the door to leave. Each man held their breath as the door finally shut.

“Oh god,” Orlando panted as Viggo released him. “Oh fuck no,” he moaned as he pulled away from Viggo and pulled his boxers and pants back up.

“Orlando, shhhh,” Viggo said as he tried to sooth the flustered young man.

“Don’t!” Orlando cried out as flinched away from him. “Just don’t!” he whispered as he buttoned his pants with shaky hands.

“Orlando, stop,” he tried again.
“Just leave Viggo,” he sobbed as he backed into the corner. “Please go,” he looked at him sadly, his eyes red from the tears that flowed.

“Orlando, I can’t leave you like this,” he began.

“Fucking hell, leave would ya!” he yelled at last.

“Okay, okay,” he said as he held his hands up to quiet him. “I’ll go,” he said as he unlocked the door.

Orlando reached over and locked it after he had left the stall. His hands still shaking along with the rest of his body.

Viggo leaned outside the door and took deep breaths. ‘What had he done?’ he sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. Orlando had been willing hadn’t he? Not at first, but….’ Viggo went over to the sink and washed his hands and the front of his pants. The stains from Orlando’s cum already drying in white patches. He cussed under his breath to himself. ‘He was such a fucking fool.’ He threw the wet towels in the basket and paused before he opened the door.

“Orlando?” he said softly. But there was no answer, just quiet sobs. “I’m sorry.” He pulled the door open quietly and shut it the same way.

Orlando sunk to the floor. He pulled his knees up being careful of his sprain, which he had totally forgotten until now, up to his chest. He buried his head and his shoulders shook with the sobs he had tried to repress while Viggo was still in the restroom.

Billy watched as Viggo came out of the restroom. He had been watching the door for sometime and was just getting ready to go in when the older man came out. He watched as Viggo headed to the front desk and asked for his check. He handed it over to the manager as soon as he could. Something wasn’t right. Viggo didn’t look good. That could only mean that something bad had happened. He grabbed the nearest waiter as he headed to the restroom and asked that they watch his tables while he checked on Orlando. He headed there quickly as not to alert anyone and paused only a second when he got there. He opened the door almost afraid of what he would find. The room appeared empty except one stall. He lowered his head and looked a little under the door to see a dark figure sitting in the corner.

“Orli?” he asked softly. “Are you okay?”

Orlando head shot up as he heard his name. ‘Oh gods,’ he thought. ‘Billy.’

“Orlando?” Billy called again knocking on the door lightly. “I know you’re there, I saw Viggo leave, what happened? Are you okay? Please Orlando answer me,” he said more urgently.

“No,” he whispered softly into the quiet room.

“No what Orlando?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m not okay,” he answered.

Tbc…..