vigorli

This was written for a friend who was having a bad day, if I remember correctly. It was a while ago.

Title: As Simple As This
Author: ranmaru
Pairing: VigOrli
Rating: PG-15
Summary: ...Viggo wasn't quite sure what he'd just agreed to but it either dealt with elvish or sex, and he knew which one he was voting for.
Disclaimer: Don't know, know own, just having fun.

Orlando was sunbathing, so was it any wonder that Viggo was sitting nearby in a lounge chair staring? He did, of course, have to make a conscious effort to keep his mouth shut because, well, drool, but other than that, he was focused only on the slender body on a huge, blue beach towel.

So focused on a particular part of the body that he missed the opening of one amused brown eye. “Like what you see?”

Grown men in their forties were not supposed to blush but Viggo was, he just knew it, but somehow he might be able to make people believe it was temporary sunburn. “Well…”

Orli raised his arms over his head and stretched, back arching, and groaned. Viggo felt that groan vibrate down his spine to settle in his groin. Not settle, really, more like stir up trouble. Bathing trucks needed to go back to the drawing board because they really did nothing to hide a hard-on. The Dane took off the ballcap he’d stolen from Bean and dropped it in his lap with a silent apology to his friend.

“Can’t say that I blame you. I’m sexy, it’s a curse.” Orli wiggled his eyebrows and grinned making Viggo chuckle.

“Roll over and go to sleep,” he growled playfully, inwardly ready to settle down to study the slope of Orli’s ass. He wondered if the Brit’s swim trunks would ride up and give him a glimpse of things he shouldn’t be glimpsing.

“Actually, I’m done here. Need to get back and go over tomorrow’s script. Fancy a bite at my place?” Orli sat up and tugged on his leather sandals.

Viggo was listing the reasons why it was a bad idea when he agreed and followed the younger man to the parking lot where they’d left Viggo’s car. The trip to the beach had been Orlando’s idea, a moment to relax in the sun before the weekend ended. Why he’d chosen Viggo over anyone else was beyond the artist, but he couldn’t complain. Then again, he hadn’t gotten any painting done either, but he did get to view a true work of art.

It occurred to Viggo that the sun might have baked his brain.

Orli kept up a line of chatter that bounced from one topic to another until Viggo wasn’t quite sure what he’d just agreed to but it either dealt with elvish or sex, and he knew which one he was voting for. Then Orli began reciting his elvish lines, slowly and with a cute frown of concentration and a little bubble of hope burst inside the older man’s chest. Or was that the true feeling of a deflated erection?

“Do you like eggplant? Cause I picked some up the other day. Don’t want it to go bad.”

“I like eggplant.”

“Good. And pasta?”

“I like pasta.” Viggo turned into Orli’s drive and shut off the engine of the car.

“How about me? Like me?”

“Of course I do.” Viggo shook his head as he opened his door.

“Good, that will make the sex much more fun.”

Viggo froze, half in, half out of the car. He heard the passenger door slam and felt the gentle rocking of the car but he didn’t move. He could not have heard him right.

“Back problems?”

Viggo straightened, knocking his shoulder on the car and cursing fluently in Spanish. He glared into Orli’s innocent brown eyes and pressed his lips together, refusing to play along. His dick was getting confused with the mixed signals his brain was sending down and twitched in what could have been agitation.

“Come inside, Vig,” Orli said, looking as though he was fighting a smile.

“Hearing’s the first to go,” he muttered once the younger man was out of earshot. “But what the hell did he really say?” He slammed the car door a little harder than necessary and stalked up the short walkway to the house.

Orli had left the front door open and Viggo closed it behind him, automatically locking it. He kicked off his shoes and padded into the kitchen but it was empty. So was the livingroom. He paused at the hall and listened. The Brit was definitely in the bedroom, possibly changing.

“You coming or what?”

Viggo blinked. What? Cautiously he moved forward, one noiseless step at a time until he was standing in the doorway of Orlando’s bedroom and gaping at the naked man spread out on the queen-sized bed. “Uh…” Complete mental meltdown in less than 2 seconds. He couldn’t remember how to move his feet, and even if he did, he wasn’t sure which way he was supposed to move. So he stood there, possibly drooling, and staring.

“I don’t mind one man shows but really, I think I’d rather have you participate.” Orli rolled to his stomach and rubbed wantonly against the mattress.

Viggo locked his knees as they threatened to buckle. “Orlando?”

“Get undressed.”

“This isn’t what I came over for. We’re having dinner, right? Eggplant and…and pasta! Pasta, and you’re very young, much too young for me. We come from different worlds and it would never last. Don’t cheapen yourself for a fling when you could be with someone who-“ Viggo felt the breeze from the open window in places he shouldn’t be feeling a breeze and looked down in shock.

He was naked.

Orlando began to laugh as he knelt on the edge of the bed and held out his hand. “Give up, Viggo. Not even your body believes what you’re saying.”

“But I’m right.” Viggo ignored Orli’s hand and framed the younger man’s face with his hands. Soft, pale skin that seemed too delicate for his cracked and calloused hands.

“You’re not always right,” whispered Orli, his clever hands smoothing up Viggo’s tensed stomach, then down to rest on quivering thighs. “You were going to tell me I should be with someone who deserves me.”

“Yes.”

“Who appreciates me?” Orli turned his face and kissed Viggo’s palm, pink tongue flicking against his thumb.

“Yes.” Viggo looked down. One half step would bring his hip in contact with Orlando’s erection.

“Who could do that better than you?”

Not one goddamned person in the world. Viggo inched forward, watching how the Brit’s dark eyes seemed to glaze over as he rubbed against Orli’s cock. “It’s not that simple,” he said hoarsely.

“Of course it is.” Orli wrapped a hand around the back of Viggo’s neck, pulling him closer until they were sharing the same breath. “It’s-“

Viggo kissed him.

The End