vigorli

tulariaI wanted to post earlier but work got in the way. So...I'm going to write something right now. It will be un-beta'd, unresearched in any way, and a silly fic. Timelines are out the window for this! Bear with me, I'm also cooking supper... *grin*

Viggo was holding a green pepper in one hand and a red pepper in the other when the phone rang. He scowled in the direction of the livingroom. This was serious business here! Did no one respect the dinner hour anymore? He gave an indignant huff and set the peppers on the wooden cutting board and grabbed a knife, listening for the answering machineto pick up.

"What's more important - dinner or me?" came a familiar English accent through the machine.

Viggo dropped the knife with a clatter and ran for the cordless, skidding on a magazine and falling with a grunt on the couch, phone in hand. "Hey," he said breathlessly. He winced and shifted, pulling the new tubes of acrylics he'd purchased the day before from beneath him where it felt like they'd punctured through his jeans and possibly into the cheek of his ass.

"Me then," Orlando said, and Viggo closed his eyes imagining the Brit's smile. "Good choice."

"I've been told I'm fairly intelligent."

"Yeah? So now I have to love your body and your brain?"

"No, actually. You can just focus soley on the body. Give it all of your concentration. Now would be good." Viggo tossed the acrylics to the coffee table. "I can get naked if that's what you need."

"Shit, I need one of those video phones!" Orli hummed. "Maybe I should get a computer. With a camera? Sam is always talking to her friends like that."

"That would mean I'd have to get a computer with a camera."

Orli was quiet for a second. "I've got a better idea."

"I'm listening."

"How about I just-" There was a knock on the door.

"Goddammit," Viggo cursed, getting up to stalk over to the door.

"What?"

"Someone's-" He threw open the door and Orlando waved at him cheerfully, cellphone held up to his ear.

"Knock knock."

"So..." Viggo lowered his phone the same time Orli did.

"The offer to get naked still valid?"

"No expiration date on that one."

Orlando stuffed his phone in his jacket pocket. "Lucky for me." He pushed Viggo back and kicked the door shut, his hands busy yanking the older man's shirt over his head. Viggo's laughter was muffled until his head appeared, his red-blonde hair sexily mussed. He kissed his lover then, spearing fingers through Viggo's hair and holding his head still while he mapped out every inch of his mouth. Or at least tried to, with Viggo's tongue twisting with his. "Bedroom," he gasped when the kiss broke and Viggo grabbed his hand and dragged him to the back of the house.

"Strip," Viggo demanded, matching his actions to his words until he was naked and hard, impatiently stroking himself while he waited for Orlando. The Brit pushed down his jeans and kicked them and his boxers away before kneeling down.

"Look at my pressie," he whispered happily, flicking his tongue over the dark rose tip of Viggo's cock. He heard a gasp just before a hand tangled in his hair and gently pushed him forward.

Viggo locked his knees as Orlando teased him with cat-like licks and ran his hands up Viggo's calves and the back of his thighs to cup his ass. "It's been a week Orli," the Dane groaned, his fingers tightening his Orlando's hair. Orli hummed and Viggo sucked in a breath. He spared a moment to think if he'd turned off the stove before Orli took him deep and then all thought was gone. "You're so fucking good at this," he sighed, trying not to rock his hips but wanting to just fuck until he came down his lover's throat.

He looked down and moaned when he saw Orli's hand moving between his legs, getting himself off while he sucked Viggo. Their eyes met and then Viggo's world went white. He came back to himself in time to feel the hot splash against his ankle and foot, and hear the choked cry Orli uttered, his mouth still busy with Viggo's softening erection. The Dane shuddered, one hand on Orlando's shoulder, the other massaging the Brit's skull. Orlando pulled back slowly and licked his reddened lips. He fell back on his ass while Viggo thumped down on the edge of the bed. They stared at each other in silence until Viggo said, "Staying for dinner?"

Orli grinned. "Depends. What's for dessert?"

Um...okay, just finished. This wasn't so much a silly fic as slightly porny. So, it's being given a NC-17 rating. *blush* Hope you like it

tularia!!