Coffee, Tea or Sex Chapter 11
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Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 11
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.
Warning: Some in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Yes, fiction, duh!
Feedback: Is needed as always, it is food for the author’s soul
Chapter Listing: http://avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewstory.php?sid=13281
Chapter 11
Viggo entered his house hours later. He had spent most of that time to driving around and reflecting on what had happened. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was. He literally talked Orlando into letting him jerk him off. Disregarding any attempts that Orlando had made to tell him no, he just assumed Orlando really wanted it but was afraid to say so. In someone else’s opinion, it might as well been some form of rape. And the thought of that turned his stomach and made him hate himself for what he had done. The hurt on Orlando’s face and the tone in his voice when he had told him to leave let him know that Orlando was overwrought with guilt and didn’t want anything more to do with him. How could he blame him really? He didn’t want anymore to do with himself either. He had turned into someone he didn’t know. Someone he would not respect. That needed to change.
He walked into the bedroom and found Chloe asleep. He had no idea that it had gotten so late with his mind so occupied with his thoughts and with Orlando. But one thing he knew is he was in definite need of a shower before he climbed into bed.
Viggo let the heat from the shower wash away the smell of sex that Orlando had left on him. He had tried his best to clean his pants and hands at the restaurant, but somehow the scent still lingered. He scrubbed extra hard to rid himself of the scum he knew he had become, but it didn’t seem to be working as he felt just as dirty when he got out of the shower as when he got in. He was cleaner physically yes..but mentally…no.
He threw his clothes into the hamper and put on a clean pair of boxers and slid into bed while trying not to disturb the woman next to him. He had made one decision while he was out driving and that was to come clean with his wife. He couldn’t go on like this. If he even still had a chance with Orlando, he would have to leave his wife and be free to have an honest relationship with the young man. That was what Orlando had told him. He didn’t want to be a mistress or the male equal to that. But he didn’t know how he would do it. But soon he decided, soon he had to first apologize to Orlando, and then take the needed steps to make things right between them and end this sham of a marriage.
Chloe awoke sometime later that night and found Viggo in bed with her. He had been acting so strange lately. She didn’t even know who he was anymore. She would have to talk to Sean. Sean knew him better than anyone. If she needed answers, she could definately get it from him, and she knew exactly how to do it too.
She got up and walked into the bathroom to get a drink. As she filled the glass with water she realized the floor was damp. Knowing the only way it was damp was that Viggo must have taken a shower when he had gotten home. She immediately looked into the laundry hamper and brought out the pair of dark slacks that he had been wearing that day. She frowned when she noticed the hardness in the front of them. She wasn’t stupid by any means. She brought the pants up to her nose and smelled. Her heart froze in the realization of what this meant. She knew the smell of sex better than anyone. Now she recognized the strange behavior he had been exhibiting. Her husband was having an affair. She wondered with whom. There were dozens of cute nurses at the hospital that had crushes on her husband, that was a given. Also some of the other woman doctors at various parties she had noticed had sent an extreme amount of attention sent his way. Her heart hammered in her chest as she became angrier by the minute. She would find out the hussy that her husband was cheating with. Someone who had apparently given him a hand job or a blow job she wasn’t sure. But the evidence of her husbands release on his pants was evidence enough to put his head on a chopping block.
Chloe stomped back to bed and threw the covers back and roughly sat down onto the bed, not taking the time to be gentle as to not wake Viggo. She wanted to actually slap him and get it over with right now. But she would wait, and then she would find out who it was, and make the little whore pay. Then she’d make Viggo pay for cheating on her.
Viggo awoke feeling Chloe moving around in bed next to him. Pounding her pillow with her fist and breathing loudly like she was snorting or something. He tried to remain quiet so he wouldn’t have to talk to her that night. He wanted to wait til he had his wits about him and have a sane conversation, if that was even possible. Having no idea that his wife knew that he had in some way been unfaithful to her. If he had known he would of done things maybe a little differently.
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“Orlando, come on mate open the door,” Billy urged as he tried peering through the cracks.
“No, I can’t talk right now,” he sobbed.
“Did he hurt you Orli?” he asked concerned for the mans health.
“Not physically no,” he whispered.
“Orli please,” he begged. “I’m worried about you.”
“Just give me some time ‘kay?’ he asked. “I just need to calm done a bit.”
Billy leaned his head against the door. “Alright, I’ll be back in a minute okay?”
“Yeah,” came the soft voice.
Billy headed back out into the restaurant searching for the manger. Once he had found him he told him that Orlando was not feeling well and he needed to take him home. The manager had first balked at the idea because it was so busy, but Billy had been persistent and said it was either that or he would leave anyway. He would rather leave on good terms than just walk out, but he was leaving no matter what the manager said. He agreed finally and Billy eagerly went back to the men’s room to find Orlando washing his face. He looked like hell. His eyes were swollen and puffy, his lips slightly swollen, his neck and a dark mark on it.
“Orli!” he cried out as he took in his friend’s appearance. “What did he do? I’ll kill the bastard.”
“Bills don’t,” he groaned as he hid his face, and tried to dry the remaining tears. He had a tremendous headache and he wasn’t surprised. Everytime he cried he got this way. His eyes would swell and his head would start to ache and the tears would just keep coming whether he wanted them to or not. And it made him so mad sometimes.
“Just answer me then,” Billy pleaded. “Did he rape you?”
Orlando felt his body shiver as the question was asked. He jerked his head up and looked at Billy’s reflection in the mirror. He saw the anger and the fear in the big blue eyes. “No,” he whispered softly. “He didn’t. I don’t want to talk about it here Bills.”
“The manager gave us the rest of the night off Orli, I’ll take you home and we can talk about it there, okay?”
“You didn’t tell them did you?” he asked suddenly afraid.
“NO! I just said you weren’t feeling well is all. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah, okay,” he said and took a deep breath before he had the courage to exit the men’s room.
They made their way quickly out of the restaurant and to Billy's car with no problems. Only curious glances was all they received from their fellow workers. Orlando’s eyes darted back and forth as they walked to the car. He was expecting to see Viggo at any moment.
Orlando stayed quiet the whole way home. Not trusting himself to speak, knowing the tears would start again if he did. He really didn’t know what he would tell his friend when they got to his place anyway. He stared out the window watching the buildings go by, his gaze not focusing on anything but the dark of night
Billy kept looking at his friend as he drove. Not knowing what to say that would make things better. What would bring back the smile on his face? Orlando wouldn’t even look at him. Shielding his face by gazing out the window as they drove, averting his eyes from any contact. He knew that Orlando and Viggo must have done something. He just didn’t know to what extent it had been.
He pulled into the parking spot outside Orlando’s apartment and turned off the engine. “Orli?” he asked as Orlando just sat there staring. “You ready to go in?”
Orlando nodded slowly and opened the door and grabbed his crutches fro the backseat. Walking towards the apartment door he stopped and dug the keys out of his pocket and handed them to Billy. His hands still shaking slightly as he did.
Billy led them inside and turned the lights on low so the brightness wouldn’t make Orlando’s headache any worse then it already was.
Orlando slid down on the couch and laid back. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically. He leaned forward and grabbed the pill bottle that was still on the table and took two pills, downing them with the warm water that was still there from that morning.
Billy sat across from him and just observed for a while. Waiting for Orlando to talk when he was ready.
Orlando squeezed his eyes tightly as the tears threatened to fall again as memories floated back to his mind. He thought about the possessive touch of Viggos hands on his body. How wonderful they had felt on him as they gripped him and brought on his amazing release. How he had wanted more. How he had thrown away every vow he had taken and thrown it away so easily and so very quickly. He felt the guilt rip through him and wondered if his mom had ever felt guilty for what she had done. The betrayal to her husband. He groaned aloud and pushed the heels of his hands to his eyes rubbing hard.
Billy’s eyes flew up as he heard Orlando groan. “Orli, you okay?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned again, hitting the couch with his fist for good measure. “I am a weak and spineless twat!” he spat out finally.
“You’re not weak mate,” Billy insisted.
“But I am Billy,” he said finally opening his eyes. “How many times have I told you, I would never ever, become involved with someone that was already taken, huh? How many fucking times?”
Billy sat in silence. He knew the answer. Not an exact number, but enough to know how Orlando felt about the subject.
“Exactly,” he snarled as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
“Are you?” he asked, wondering still what all happened.
“I might as well be Bills,” he mumbled.
“Orli, I need to know what happened, so I can help you mate,” he pleaded.
Orlando snorted with laughter. “Too much and yet not enough!”
“What? God Orlando, you need to relax and just spit it out man.”
“Fine,” he yelled. “You wanna know what happened? Really? I let him jerk me off okay! Bloody hell, I might as well let him fuck me while he was at it!”
“Did you tell him no Orli?” he asked in a low voice trying to calm the young man down.
Orlando shook his head in disbelief. “I protested…a little at first, and then I begged him to touch me. I. Begged. Him. He didn’t rape me Billy, if that’s what your thinking.”
“Oh god, Orlando,” he replied shaking his head. “What are you going to do? You can’t go on like this?”
“I know, I know,” he sighed shaking his head wearily. “I have royally fucked this up ya know?”
“Just tell him to leave you alone then,” he suggested.
“I’m not sure if that will even work Billy,” he replied.
“Why? Because you really don’t want him too?” he asked pushing for an honest answer.
“I do…I don’t…I…fuck, I don’t know,” he moaned running his hands through his curls. “God Billy, this is just so complicated.”
“No, it’s not Orli, you’re making it complicated. It’s very simple really. You tell him to leave you alone, and you stick by your guns.”
“Shit, you make it sound so simple, but its not. I have these feelings Billy. If I didn’t it wouldn’t be so hard. I could tell him to just don’t talk to me, don’t come to the restaurant, just leave me be.”
“Are these feelings you have just lust Orlando?” Billy asked.
“No mate, it goes beyond that. I told you that already.”
“Then leave the ball in his court then. If he respects you and does care for you then he will do something. Either he will let you go, or he will leave his wife. Which if you want my opinion, he already has emotionally.”
“I know, you’re right,” he answered wearily. “I guess I will have to talk to him again won’t I?”
“You do need to have those stitches out soon. Just do it when he takes them out. You’ll be in a safe environment.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Are you going to come with me?” he asked.
“Uh…no,” he said standing up. “You’re a big boy now Orli. You need to do this on your own.”
Orlando smiled the first one since they had left the restaurant. “Thanks Billy.”
“You’re welcome. Now just remember, stick with the plan and see where it takes you, okay?”
TBC
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Date: 2007-06-24 08:55 pm (UTC)Poor Orlando! I am so glad he has Billy! He's such a wonderful friend! I cannot wait to see what happens next!
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Date: 2007-06-24 08:59 pm (UTC)I had not read this yet, and I just sat here and spent a very pleasant hour reading the whole thing. IT's charming, it's sexy and it has a lovely pace. I shall sit here and eagerly await updates!
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Date: 2007-06-24 09:49 pm (UTC)Can't wait for next update! Thanks.
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Date: 2007-06-24 11:19 pm (UTC)I'm working on A Life Unknown right now. Almost done!
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Date: 2007-06-24 11:26 pm (UTC)I only have a couple more chapters to go, then I can read for a bit.
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Date: 2007-06-24 11:31 pm (UTC)Done! hehehe
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