vigorli

Another offering. Short and sweet.
Title: Call Me Superman
Author: ranmaru
Pairing: VigOrli
Rating: R
Summary: Astin's daughter is having a b-day party and Orli takes her interest in superheroes to heart. Viggo approves.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just having fun.

Orli chose Astin’s tiny office as a temporary refuge from the party. It didn’t surprise him when he heard Viggo’s voice behind him moment’s later.

“This whole superhero vibe?”

“Yeah?”

“Kind of sexy.”

Orlando looked down at his blue and red spandex costume then back at Viggo. He expected to see a smile. He got a leer. The Brit backed up a step.

“Never thought I’d find spandex sexy,” Viggo mused, advancing against Orli’s retreat. “Biker shorts and whatnot. Tight and constricting. On you though…mmm…”

Orlando chuckled nervously and grabbed the hand that was reaching for him, reaching lower than it should have been. “Viggo, there are children present.”

“In the next room,” the older man reminded him. “I can close the door, if that will make you more comfortable.”

“You said Superman’s primary color costume makes you itch to throw random paint cans.” The wall was at Orli’s back. Shit.

“And now I feel like throwing you. On the bed. Or floor since there’s no bed available.” Viggo glanced to the side. “Or I could just bend you over the desk.” He frowned, obviously giving the idea considerable thought.

“Viggo, we have to wait. At home…” Orli thought quickly. “At home you can wear purple and be Lex Luthor to my Superman and you can tie me up, have me at your mercy.”

This brought Viggo’s eyes back to the costumed man. “Tempting, but see, there’s the problem of the raging hard-on I am presently sporting.” He eliminated the space between them and pressed himself full-length against Orlando.

Feeling Viggo hot and hard against his thigh, Orli whimpered and tried to remember exactly why he’d been protesting this in the first place. Then a high-pitched squeal and laughter erupted from the next room giving Orli the strength to push Viggo back. “It’s Astin’s daughter’s birthday party, for fuck’s sake,” he hissed, pressing his palm over the bulge in his tights. Fuck. “I can’t go back out there with this!”

“Of course not,” Viggo agreed, dropping to his knees on the carpeted floor with a soft thud. “Here, let me help with that.”

Orli slapped his hands away and dashed to the door, slamming it shut and falling back against the hard surface. He was breathing like he’d run a mile, eyes wide as he watched Viggo crawl across the floor towards him.

A knock at the knock made him jump. “Orli? Everything okay in there?” Elijah.

Orlando tried to answer but his voice didn’t seem to be working. He caught Viggo’s eyes and the older man grinned. “He has a problem with his costume. I’m helping.”

There was muffled laughter. “Right. See you in ten.”

Orli groaned and thumped his head against the wood. “I can’t believe this.”

“It will be over before you know it,” Viggo promised, the smile so loud Orli could see it without opening his eyes.

“Not feeling reassured,” Orli sighed. “You smoked a bowl before you left, didn’t you?”

“A joint. A small one.”

The teasing finger trailing down his thigh had Orlando opening his dark eyes and glaring down at his lover. “I thought you liked kids.”

“I do. It was to combat the mind-numbing power of your costume’s color.”

“There’s something incredibly wrong with you,” Orli muttered, slapping Viggo’s hand away. The old man just chuckled and his hand changed direction.

“So, I’ve been wondering, how do I get to your cock through this thing? Where are the zippers?”

Orli blinked, opened his mouth to respond, but blinked again instead. He could feel his face heating up. It had been more than a bitch to find the costume, all of the local shops having rented them out for the upcoming Superman anniversary. One of the cashiers he’d spoken to had recommended a glitzy sex shop that had, remarkably, a whole rack of Superman costumes for sale. They just were a bit more interesting than he’d originally thought.

“It’s uh…crotch-less.”

“Crotch-less.” Viggo snapped the red outer-underwear musingly. Orli was suddenly reminded of the uncomfortable blue straps that were chafing his balls.

“And…”

“And?”

“Ass-less.” Orli waited for the floor to open up so he could cheerfully jump in.

“Ass-less.”

“Were you a parrot in a former life?”

“Were you a hooker?”

Orli took great offense to that. After everything he’d done to make sure Alexandra got Superman at her party, he damn well deserved a bit of appreciation. Suddenly having Viggo on his knees, ready to suck Orli’s cock, was a very good idea.

“Where did you get this thing?” Viggo snapped the elastic waist of the over-underwear again and Orli growled his reply.

“Sex shop near 5^th.”

“I think I’ve lost my erection.”

Orlando slammed his hands on Viggo’s shoulders when the older man made ready to stand. “Oh no you don’t,” he hissed, trying to sound more angry than desperate. “You don’t get me like this then change your mind.”

“Orli, there are children in the next room.” Viggo sounded so reasonable at that moment Orlando took a moment to stare into his lover’s eyes to make sure it was indeed Viggo Mortensen he was talking to.

“Do you think I’m famous enough to beat a murder wrap?”

Viggo turned his head and kissed one of Orli’s hands that were still resting on his shoulders. “Not yet. Soon OJ will have nothing on you.”

“Who?”

“Nothing. So I just pull these down and…” Viggo matched words to actions and hummed appreciatively when Orli’s erection bobbed happily in front of the older man’s face. Orli bit his lip and mentally apologized to Astin, Christine, Alexandra and all of the other wonderful little children in the next room who would be traumatized by hearing sex noises at a seven year old’s birthday party.

If Orlando hadn’t been in such a hurry he would have been embarrassed at how quickly he came but he wasn’t. Actually he was rather proud of himself for not screeching to high heaven when Viggo slipped a wet finger in his ass. As he slumped into Viggo’s arms he figured he’d better take his victories where he could get them.

“Superman Undone,” Viggo murmured, moving Orli around like a rag doll until they were both lying on the floor, Orli’s head on Viggo’s shoulder.

“Superman Cometh?” Orli snickered and Viggo reached over to snap his over-underwear again. Orli didn’t have the energy to protest.

“We should get back out there.”

“Alex was really happy to see Superman, yeah?” Orli stretched and rolled away to lie spread eagle.

“She was,” Viggo said softly, turning on his side and watching the younger man. “Astin could have hired someone. Why’d you volunteer?”

Orli shrugged. “Dunno. I have a superhero complex?”

“No, that’d be me. So, this isn’t a rental, right? You bought it?”

Orli grinned. “How do you feel about purple?”

The end