vigorli

A silly fic to end the week. A huge thank you to everyone who has commented that they liked these stories. So far, I've written four new fics - just short scenes but still...new!

Title: Making It
Author:

ranmaru
Rating: R
Summary: Viggo has a problem.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.

“You know, for an old man, you sure do suck at this,” muttered Orlando as he lay beside Viggo, staring up at the ceiling.

Viggo grunted. “What does being old have to do with it? And if I am old, than maybe that’s the problem.”

“You’re supposed to have all of the experience. But maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re too decrepit to get it done right.”

Viggo reached over and laced his fingers through Orlando’s. “Maybe I just need someone to teach me the new tricks. Someone young and full of energy to keep me sustained throughout the entire process.”

“Process?” Orli snorted. “No wonder you’re so damn bad at it.”

“I don’t know why I bother,” Viggo sighed, feeling for the blankets with his toes. “I should just let you do it and be done with it.”

“It’s important, Vig. Important to our life together. We’ll figure this out. There has to be something…” Orli curled on his side to face his lover.

“Lessons? Maybe they have classes at the university.” It took some doing but Viggo was able to grab a piece of the blanket between the heels of his feet. He raised his legs, grasped the blanket and gave it a vicious tug, ending up with more of the blanket over his and Orlando’s heads than anywhere else. He groaned so he wouldn’t hear the sigh he knew Orli gave. “Shut up.”

“I suppose I should be happy you’re better at sex than making the bed,” Orlando grumbled as he shoved the blankets down to his waist. The damn corner of the bottom sheet was curved over his pillow.

“I’m telling you, the sheets are too small or something.”

“Just go to sleep. I’ll fix them in the morning.” Orli grinned as he turned away, a little pouty flounce to his move. A warm arm slid around him, pulling him back against a hard body.

“Since the sheets are messed up anyways…” Viggo murmured near Orli’s ear, smiling at the faint shudder that ran down his lover’s spine. “Interested?” He bumped his hips againstthe Brit’s ass.

“Promise you’ll let me show you how to make a bed properly?”

“Promise,” Viggo said solemnly.

“It’ll be fun, you’ll see,” Orli said with a grin as he was rolled to his back. He snickered at Viggo’s frown and traced over the lines on his forehead. “Lighten up, old man. Here, I’ll let you play with my cock for a while.” He reached down and circled his penis with his thumb and forefinger, giving it a little jiggle.

Viggo sighed and shook his head as he inched downward until his breath wafted over Orli’s erection. “I’m not doing this to prove I’m at least good at something in bed,” he stated, batting Orli’s hand away.

“Viggo Mortensen, Master Cocksucker, right. Noted.”

“Fuck you.”

“At the rate you’re going…” The sentence ended on a gasp. “Ahh, how about…we comp…compromise?”

“Listening,” Viggo flicked his tongue over the soft mushroom-like head in front of him.

“I’ll make the bed…you give me head…”

“Mmmm.” Taking his mouth away from his treat was unthinkable. Orli must have agreed since his hand was on the back of Viggo’s neck, pushing him down.

It didn’t take much; Viggo really was a master at his trade. Orli found himself again looking up at the ceiling. He felt wonderfully boneless. The offending bottom sheet was now cocooning him on one side. He decided he kind of liked it. “Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”

“How about I just fuck you and you just lie there and take it?” Viggo suggested, finding the tube of lube under his pillow. He held it up. “This is something else I’m pretty good at.”

“You still can’t make the bed for shit,” Orli reminded him, languidly raising his legs, hands behind his knees.

“What would you rather have? Someone who can make the perfect hospital corner? Or someone who can fuck like a god?” Viggo rubbed a teasing finger down the crack of Orlando’s ass.

“A god?” Orli started to laugh, his legs bouncing. “A fucking god?”

Viggo just smiled. Orlando’s laughter was interspersed with moans as Viggo slowly slid inside his lover. He leaned down until he was nose to nose with the Brit whose eyes were still sparkling with humor. “May I fuck you now?”

“Yes you may.”

It was both wonderful and frustrating when Viggo began to move, slowly slowly, bringing soft pleas for ‘more’ and ‘faster’ from Orli but the older man would not listen. Slow, even and deep, over and over, bunching up the sheets and neither man even cared.

Orli was happily surprised when he felt another orgasm tightening his body and he let go of his legs, wrapping them around Viggo’s waist as he reached over his head and gripped the headboard. “Fucking brilliant,” he breathed as he gave himself over to his pleasure, hot release splashing on his stomach.

“Fucking beautiful,” Viggo moaned as he pushed into his lover’s tight heat one last time. It felt like his spine was melting.

After a quick clean up that guaranteed the need for fresh sheets the next morning, Viggo pulled Orli close and sighed contentedly. “So we’ve decided then?”

“Mmmm.” Orli nuzzled into his pillow and tapped his toes against Viggo’s. “I make the bed, you make me come.”

“Agreed.”

END