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title: Geek!Orlando, part 30
author:

stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 29
a/n 2: icon by the darling

alliwantisanelf
a/n 3: this part is dedicated to

nverland, first because i was dry when it was her birthday recently, and second because she posts such great inspiration photos, and third because she rocks in general. :)

Orlando sat lost in thought at the table, staring blankly at Viggo’s doodled-up scratch paper.

Okay, maybe Viggo wasn’t tired of him. Maybe he really did just want some privacy. Maybe he’d just had some… thing?… to take care of.

This was silly to sit here and worry over nothing.

Well, probably nothing. Hopefully nothing.

He decided to get productive. He picked up a dark blue pen from the several colors and kinds Viggo had lying there on the table and made a little Excel spreadsheet type of box thing around his ‘olives’ entry, carefully leaving room for a few more grocery entries below.

He crutch-limped to the fridge and stuck the list under a magnet. Hopefully Viggo would be able to find it when it was time to go to the store; there were half a zillion notes and doodles and drawings piled on there. It didn’t look like Viggo kept a Wonderful Things About Geometry list, but Orlando didn’t look too hard. Sometimes people’s lists were private things.

Orlando thought about the day ahead of him. He needed to go to the store to pick up his paycheck, and to let Karl know that he was sure his ankle would be well enough that he could come back to work on Monday. And he should stop at home and say hi to Josh – did Josh even remember him any more? Orlando sure hadn’t been there much lately – and water the plants and pick up a change of clothes.

Then again… geez. Maybe he should just stay at his own house tonight. Maybe he was assuming too much in hoping Viggo wanted him to sleep over again tonight. Viggo had seemed so… something… just now, in the bathtub. Orlando couldn’t put his finger on it.

Maybe Viggo was just upset about being out of olives. Orlando always felt kind of cranky when he was out of Cocoa Krispies, so he could relate.

Orlando sighed.

For Pete’s sake: now he had the forgetting feeling again! Orlando was going to totally lose it if he couldn’t figure out what the heck he was forgetting.

Hey! Maybe he should retrace his steps; sometimes that helped. And maybe it would help to do it backward, so he would be in just the same positions as he’d been. Let’s see…

He awkwardly backward-crutch-limped to the refrigerator, then stopped and looked around and thought for a minute. No… nothing was coming to mind yet.

He slowly-awkwardly backward-crutch-limped out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the bathroom. Geez, this backward on crutches thing was definitely a skill he had yet to master. Let’s see… what could he be forgetting….

The tip of his crutch caught on the edge of the rug and he tilted backward with a little yelp.

Freshly Bathed Prince Viggo emerged from the bathroom and gallantly grabbed Orlando just before he managed to give himself a matching set of sprained ankles.

“Uh - - thanks,” Orlando said, enjoying Viggo’s arms around him.

“No problem. And thank you again for the bath.” Viggo smiled, sliding around to face Orlando. “Now, though, we go back to me taking care of you for the day. Okay?”

Orlando blinked. “Taking care of me?”

“I’m not going to let you go home to Friday Night Laundry on a sprained ankle.” Viggo squeezed, holding fast to his willing prisoner.

Orlando had to grab onto Viggo’s shoulders to keep from swaying.

“Uh,” Orlando contributed. Considering that the Gorgeous Viggo in the very near vicinity now smelled like clean, slightly-coconut-scented toast, Orlando was surprised he could manage even that much of a response.

“You’re mine until you don’t need the crutches,” Viggo growled, nuzzling the side of Orlando’s neck. Orlando shushed his cock’s raucous suggestion that Orlando immediately throw himself down the nearest staircase to hopefully sprain the other ankle. And maybe throw in some really sore butt muscles that would need massaging, too.

Orlando blinked as his glasses slipped down on his nose. Viggo touched the tip of Orlando’s nose and then gently pushed the glasses back up for him.

“Now, is there anything you’d like to do today?” Viggo’s eyes were doing the neat crinkly thing.

Wow, Viggo was so great.

Ten minutes later, they were in Viggo’s truck on the way to Best Buys R Us.

After that standing-in-the-hallway snuggling, Orlando was feeling much better. He smiled as he looked out the window.

He kind of liked it when they went somewhere together and Viggo drove. It made Orlando feel sort of… couple-ish.

And it was fun being in Viggo’s truck, too, because of the bench seat. Orlando’s van just had bucket seats, so it wasn’t very snuggle-friendly. Not that Orlando had ever actually taken advantage of Viggo’s bench seat and sat in the middle, squished right up along Gorgeous Driving Viggo, like Danny and Sandy in Grease or something. But it was nice knowing that he could.

Darn it. Now he was going to have:
Love has flown
All alone
I sit and wonder why-yi-yi oh why?
You left me
Oh Sandy
playing in his head all day.

Grease was sort of like two movies. First there was pre-Grease, when Orlando had seen it as a kid. It was all pretty innocent, with the whole boy meets girl thing, lots of dancing and singing… no big deal. All the innuendo and stuff had gone right over Orlando’s head. Although… even back then, Orlando’s cock had been strangely interested in that cartoon on the drive-in screen behind Danny Zuko, with the big hot dog doing tricks and flips and then finally jumping into the bun.

Then, there was post-Grease, when Orlando had a clue, and um, well… wow, that part was so not just some innocent cartoon. There was all kinds of stuff going on in that movie, stuff that Orlando had missed before. Like when John Travolta was running around Greased Lightening rubbing plastic wrap on his privates, and how that was all about how sometimes back then they’d use plastic wrap for homemade condoms...?

Yeah, definitely two movies.

Even pre-Grease, though, Orlando was glad that Sandy hadn’t slept with Danny before he finally stopped being a jerk and admitted that he liked her.

But then again, he’d always thought Danny and Kenickie were a cuter couple, anyway.

---

Apparently business was slower than Treebeard telling a Hobbit bedtime story, because they practically had a welcoming committee when they walked into the store.

“Something’s… different,” Karl said, narrowing his eyes a little suspiciously.

“Well, uh… I’m on crutches?” Orlando tried to be helpful.

“No, that’s not it,” Dom said, scanning Orlando from head to sprained foot and back again. “You’re… you’re not wearing a shirt!”

Orlando blinked. “Uh - -“

“Yeah!” Elijah yipped. “You’re not wearing a work shirt! Wow, Orlando - - you look really nice in blue.”

Viggo grinned.

“Uh…” Elijah said, dropping his voice to a whisper and leaning in a little and tapping his own throat. “Looks like you missed a button. Well, two, actually.”

Orlando blushed and thumbed up his glasses. “Oh. Um, well - - I kind of…left them open. On purpose.”

Elijah’s eyes widened. “Yeah?”

Orlando nodded, and blushed harder.

Viggo’s grin broadened.

“Uh, I’ll go get your check,” Karl said, and spun on his heel to disappear into the office back near the restrooms.

Orlando looked at Viggo. “Are you okay for a minute so I can go check the schedule and stuff?”

Elijah jumped in. “I’ll keep him company. Viggo, come check out these cool Retro Bluetooth Handsets we just got in.”

Dom took Viggo’s arm and pulled. “First I wanna show him the Chimps!”

Orlando smiled and began the crutch-limp to the back hallway and Karl’s office.

…

“See you Monday,” Orlando called as he crutch-limped out of Karl’s office.

Now, to find Viggo.

He glanced at the Mobile department. Nope. He glanced at the Computer department. Nope, no Viggo.

He looked over at Appliances, and at Wireless… but nope, no Viggo there, either.

Ah, there he was, talking to Dom and Elijah over in Office Furniture. Viggo was sitting there, laughing at some goofy pose Dom was doing –

Oh god. Viggo was... Viggo was sitting in the $600 La-Z-Boy floor model chair. With Mid-Pivot Tilt.

Viggo was sitting in Viggo’s Butt Chair.

OH GOD.

Orlando turned and lunged back toward the hallway, and one crutch went clattering to the floor. Orlando thought he saw Viggo and Elijah and Dom all look up at the noise, but there was no way he could stop now.

Orlando frantically one-crutch-limped shuffle-hobbled into the restroom. He cranked on the sink tap and tried to throw himself into the nearest stall without causing further bodily injury. He wrestled desperately with the door, his heart pounding -

- and the door to the restroom opened.

It was Viggo. Thank goodness!

“Orlando, are you alright?” Viggo asked, brows drawn in concern.

“Oh - - I - - oh god, Viggo - - “ Orlando stammered, face twisted in sexual distress. “I - - I need - - help?!?”

Viggo’s eyes got big.

For just a second. Then he flew into action.

He pushed Orlando further into the stall and squeezed in after him, steadying Orlando with one arm and jamming shut the stall door with the other. He propped Orlando up against the wall and his one crutch and then attacked Orlando’s belt and zipper, dropping to his knees in a feat of flexibility that any Cirque du Soleil performer would envy.

Almost immediately, Orlando noticed three things:
1. the cool air of the rest room
2. the warm slick heat of Viggo’s mouth
3. the top of his head blow off.

In a good, solar flare explosion oh god Viggo oh god kind of way.

…

A few minutes later, a decidedly wet noodleish Orlando let a decidedly stiff and uncomfortable Viggo usher him awkwardly out of the restroom. Elijah was standing in front of the door holding Orlando’s dropped crutch, apparently barricading the restroom from a concerned Dom.

“There, Dom - - see? Everything’s fine,” Elijah said loudly. “I told you we didn’t need to check on him. Right, Orlando?”

Orlando dazedly accepted the crutch from Elijah. “Uh - - fine. Yeah. Fine. Yeah.” Orlando’s cock leaned back in its poolside lounger and snapped its fingers for a cabana boy to come take its drink order.

Elijah’s big eyes took in Viggo’s strange posture and got even bigger. “Uh, I think you guys ought to be going now, right? Or you might miss that appointment you mentioned?”

“Appointment. Yeah,” Viggo grunted, and began drag-hauling Happily Post-Orgasmic Orlando toward the front door of the store.

“Appointment? What appointment?” Dom asked a bit indignantly.

“Uh - - not appointment….” Elijah stuttered. “Uhhh - - reservation! Right? You have a reservation? For lunch, right?”

“Reservation. Yeah,” Viggo grunted, and continued drag-hauling Happily Post-Orgasmic Orlando to and out of the front door of the store.

They were halfway to Viggo’s truck when Happily Post-Orgasmic Orlando remembered to mumble a goodbye to Dom and Elijah.

…

Somewhere on the quick ride between Best Buys R Us and Viggo’s house, Happily Post-Orgasmic Orlando became Just Orlando again. Nearly simultaneously, he became aware of Unhappily Pre-Orgasmic Viggo’s… uh… condition.

Geez, Viggo was so cute! Orlando should really do something nice for …

Orlando grinned.

…

“Orlando, I don’t mean to be pushy, here, but…” Viggo said, sort of bouncing a little in an odd way as he closed the front door behind them.

“Please, Viggo?” Orlando bit his lip. He didn’t want to make Viggo miserable, but he really thought that Viggo might... like… this.

“You want me to go and get myself a cold drink, and then come back in here and sit down at my computer and turn it on.” Viggo asked rather flatly.

“Yes?” Orlando smiled hopefully.

Viggo hesitated, then exhaled in a deep, Zen-like kind of way. “Okay.”

Orlando beamed.

Viggo smiled reluctantly, then pecked Orlando on the nose before going into the kitchen.

“I’m getting myself a drink now,” Viggo called to the living room.

Orlando stifled a giggle.

“I’m getting myself some ice now,” Viggo called to the living room.

Orlando bit his lip to keep from tee-heeing.

Viggo came back into the empty living room. He carefully adjusted himself, sighing a little as he moved to the computer desk. “I’m sitting down at the computer now,” he called to whatever room Orlando might be in.

Viggo flipped the power switch. “I’m turning - -… Wait; the computer’s not going on, Orlando,” Viggo called to the silence.

“Maybe you should call for a repair visit,” Orlando purred from under Viggo’s computer desk, impressively managing not to get knocked unconscious when Viggo's knee jumped and slammed into the desk.

Viggo grinned down, rubbing his already forgotten knee bump. “A repair visit, huh?”

Orlando choked back a laugh, torn between feeling really sexy and really stupid. “Uh huh,” he nodded. “Is there anything I can - - … uh, maybe… help with? Mr. Mortensen?” He licked his lips in what he hoped was a seductive way.

Orlando blinked as Viggo’s pupils dilated. Orlando suddenly felt Really Sexy kick Really Stupid’s butt to the curb.

“Wow,” Viggo whispered. “Really?”

Orlando nodded confidently and thumbed up his glasses before greedily reaching for Viggo’s fly.

ETA: continued here