Not sure if this satisfies the "Angst Wednesday" I was going for, but I certainly satisfies Porn Wednesday, so either way, it's good! *grin* There's a reason why some people call Wednesday "Hump Day"! Hope everyone likes it!
Title: Love Zone
Author: ranmaru
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando's got this thing with Zones. And Viggo.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.
Beta'd by the lovely and talented
When Orlando got home Viggo was painting in front of the picture window in the living room. He didn’t seem to hear the door open and close so the Brit took a moment to lean against the doorjam and watch his lover. There was something so incredibly sexy about the way Viggo’s back and shoulders moved under the faded black tank top as he raised and lowered his paintbrush. It wasn’t so much the movements of muscle but the remembrance of how they felt under Orlando’s hands.
The artist was wearing a pair of jean cut-offs, the frayed ends brushing his thighs as he shifted. Orlando made a note to find a pair of scissors because watching the damn strings was making his tongue tingle for wanting to trace each tiny path. He absently nibbled the side of that rebellious muscle and considered how far into the Art Zone Viggo really was.
The Art Zone was similar to his own Pottery Zone and their Latex Zone though each was affected differently. When Viggo was in his “Zone” there was an invisible barrier surrounding him and if you got too close he’d do something un-Viggo-like and bare his teeth and growl. That, of course, did all the wrong things to Orlando’s libido and he’d spend the rest of the time locked in their bedroom or bathroom with lube and his faithful hand.
Orlando’s “Zone” usually played out like a remake of that cheesy scene in the movie Ghost with clay ending up in all of the wrong places and Viggo laughing as he tried to help salvage what could have been a really nice bowl. Or pitcher. Or something. So he was much more approachable than his older lover when in the “Zone” since the process of creation in any form got him horny.
The Latex Zone was the best though. It was the point during sex when there was no turning back. It was every yes, every plea for more and every fuck me now rolled into one perfect smell. Orlando wrinkled his nose but couldn’t stop smiling. It was the crinkle of the wrapper, the tear as it was opened, the sharp scent of latex and lube, everything that meant that amazing rush of orgasm and hearing Viggo whisper his name just. Like. That.
Unfortunately, Orlando discovered that he was much like Pavlov’s dogs when it came to latex since he’d found himself embarrassingly hard the moment he’d stepped into the doctor’s office, the day he’d cracked his ribs while on the set of Lord of the Rings. And every other fucking time he’d been in for a check-up, a teeth cleaning, picking up band-aids at the pharmacy…
The Brit blinked and straightened, realizing he’d been standing there forever with an erection and Viggo was still painting, oblivious to his problem. He held up the 8x10 proof of his new poster and looked from the black and white glossy of himself to Viggo’s back. He frowned and bit his lip before setting the picture on the couch facing the window and tiptoeing to the kitchen.
He was making perfect banana rows on a peanut butter-covered slice of bread when Viggo joined him. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” Viggo held up the print. “This it?”
“It will be printed in color, but yeah. Like it?” Orlando thought of it as one of his better pictures. His hair had grown back into its old curly, tangled mess but he liked it now because it made Viggo wild when he let the ends trail down his chest and stomach or shook it over his lover’s hard - Orlando huffed and pushed the last piece of banana into its place. The erection he’d lost returned with a vengeance. Jesus, did he ever not think of sex around Viggo?
“What were you thinking of?” Viggo asked softly, studying the photo as if it would answer him. Orlando grinned as he looked down at his sandwich.
“The photographer had me lying on this bed, all white and virginal and there I was, as unvirginal as you can get. I couldn’t stop laughing because we’d fucked just before I left. Remember? I was almost late and didn’t want to take a shower.” He glanced over to catch Viggo’s smirk. “The guy was getting pissed because he wanted me to be all sexy and all I wanted to do was roll around on the bed because it was so fluffy. So I’m snuggling the pillow and he tells me to think happy thoughts.” Orlando came around the counter and plucked the picture from Viggo’s fingers, letting it drift down to the table. “The first thing I thought of was the way you had come up behind me that morning while I was getting dressed and began to fingercomb my hair.”
“I do that every day,” Viggo reminded him, sliding his fingers through the younger man’s hair.
Orlando hummed and closed his eyes, leaning into the caress. “I know.” He blindly curled his arms around Viggo’s waist and raised his face, parting his lips for the kiss he knew was coming.
Familiar press, familiar warmth. Orlando loved Viggo’s soft lips, maybe because the rest of him was so hard. Rough skin, calloused hands but soft, soft lips. Teasing flick of tongue and the Brit felt his breath hitch and fuzzily wondered if there would ever be a time when Viggo didn’t make him feel drunk from such a simple touch.
“What else did you think about?” Viggo whispered against his cheek as he dragged his lips back to Orlando’s ear.
“Um…” Orlando clutched at Viggo’s hips, his own knees threatening to buckle when Viggo began to suck his earlobe. “That’s…”
“That’s what?”
Hot breath against his ear and Orlando made a sound that resembled a squeak but since Viggo’s hands were cupping his ass, he really couldn’t bring himself to care. “Um…good.”
Viggo chuckled and Orlando shuddered as his skin broke out in goosebumps. “Did you think about how I kissed your neck?” the Dane asked and mimicked his words. The Brit let his head fall to the side to give Viggo better access.
“Yeah.”
“What about when I pulled off your shirt?” Orlando raised his arms as Viggo again set actions to words, having faith that Viggo would catch him if his knees did indeed give out, and shuddered when Viggo licked his neck and flattened his hands on Orlando’s naked back. Big, warm hands so gentle and so fucking good it almost hurt.
“Mmm…”
“Christ you feel…” Viggo backed the younger man into the table, Orlando’s long legs making it easy to sit on the wooden surface. Viggo stepped between his knees and leaned down, hands on either side of his lover and Orlando had to lean back, wrapping his legs around the artist’s waist and gripping his upper arms.
Foreheads touching, they rocked together, ignoring the creak of the table. It wasn’t anywhere near enough to get them off but Orlando didn’t care. He loved this, the closeness and the need, the slow burn that never really went away, even after hours of fucking that left them weak and panting.
“Did…” Viggo swallowed and licked his lips. “Did you think of me sucking you?”
Orlando moaned, not bothering to question the wounded sound, because just thinking about it made him ache. He knew it was coming, let his legs slide down jean-clad hips and hairy legs until they were swinging uselessly. He would have dropped hard to the table had Viggo not caught him. He was spread out like some kind of cannibal’s dream and he laughed as he guided Viggo’s head down, fingers convulsing in the Dane’s hair with each nip and lick of his chest and stomach. Viggo looked up, eyes crinkled in question, but Orlando just let his head roll side to side and urged him to continue lower.
His zipper sounded loud but there wasn’t any time to think about that with Viggo yanking his jeans and underwear down like the material had caught fire. Orlando reached over his head and gripped the edge of the table to keep from sliding too far. Experience had taught him of the dangers of ‘table top burn.’ His elbow touched the cool picture and he impatiently pushed it away not caring where it landed. The sudden stillness made him open his eyes and Viggo was staring at him, blue eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. He was still fully dressed and it was wrong in so many ways that it made Orlando feel so deliciously wanton, and he sighed, arching his back and widening his legs and never taking his eyes from Viggo’s.
“Did anyone ask?” Viggo’s voice was low and had that sexy rasp to it that had Orlando lifting his hips to get closer.
“Ask?” It was getting harder to think and maybe this was a new kind of Zone for them, one that had nothing to do with anything other than themselves and this. This heat and need and everything that would make Orlando shiver from just the faintest memory.
“What you were thinking.” Viggo ran his hands up and down Orlando’s thighs, thumbs coming so fucking close but not close enough and the Brit glared even as he squirmed.
“Yes,” he gritted, trying to raise his legs but it was impossible with Viggo’s hands holding him down.
“Did you tell them?”
“What? No. Fuck. Viggo!” He was so hard it hurt and pre-come was painting and cooling on his skin and Viggo wasn’t moving. Orli was holding the edge of the table so hard his fingers were stiff when he let go but he didn’t care. If Viggo wasn’t going to cooperate, he’d do it himself. Shock made him gasp when the older man slapped his hand away and he didn’t know what to do but stare up into stormy blue eyes.
“This is ours,” Viggo said softly. Orlando nodded, closing his eyes at the sudden vulnerability he saw on his lover’s face. He wanted to call his agent and have her stop the printing, to make them choose another photo. He’d shown too much, and maybe that’s why he’d liked it. It reflected his love for Viggo. Someone was bound to ask what he’d been thinking about, someone with a pen or tape recorder that wouldn’t take some vague comment as an answer.
He levered up to his elbows and sat up but Viggo didn’t move. Orlando wanted to apologize but never got the chance as Viggo framed his face with his paint splattered hands, tilted his head back and kissed him. Mouth stretched wide, and then wider as Viggo sought to get deeper, his tongue moving hot and lazy over Orlando’s. There was nothing to do but hold on, push closer and Viggo whined in the back of his throat.
Orlando had Viggo’s shorts unzipped and was pushing them down before he actually realized what he was doing. He loved the way the coarse hairs on Viggo’s legs made his palms tickle, and he couldn’t stop himself from curling his fingers and gently pulling. Viggo chuckled and retaliated with a tug at Orlando’s nipple which the Brit found simply brilliant. So he did it again.
“Is that a hint that I should shave?”
Orlando watched his hand glide up Viggo’s thigh. “It’s a hint that I’m getting impatient.” He grinned up at his lover and winked as he wrapped his fingers around Viggo’s shaft, hot and hard, and squeezed.
Viggo shuddered and let out a laughing moan. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Damn right, if you don’t fuck me soon,” Orlando warned, releasing Viggo to lean back a little. He nudged his lover with a heel to the back of Viggo’s thigh. “Or I could…”
Viggo hmm’d thoughtfully, a finger following the black lines of the tattoo below Orli’s bellybutton. “You could…”
“Purely as an apology,” Orlando said, only half-joking. He reached up and traced the edges of Viggo’s lips, his eyes becoming unfocused when Viggo’s pink tongue touched his fingertip.
Viggo shook his head. “No. I…” He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck while Orlando nuzzled the cotton-covered chest in front of him. “I don’t know what happened there. I…Territorial, maybe? Like the world is going to see…” Viggo combed his fingers through Orlando’s hair, massaged his scalp and the younger man felt like his spine was dissolving.
“Ian said anyone could see when we were filming,” Orlando muttered the reminder into Viggo shirt and considered whether or not he was drooling. Fuck but he loved Viggo’s hands in his hair.
“Yeah.”
“It’s getting harder to pretend.” Orli slid his hands under Viggo’s shirt and sighed, pressing against the hot skin of his lover’s stomach.
“It’s getting easier to lie.”
Orlando flinched. He’d never thought of it that way. Or maybe he had but couldn’t admit it to himself. He’d always prided himself on being open, of not hiding who he really was but it seemed as though he hadn’t really known himself until Viggo. He remembered thinking at the beginning of their relationship that he could have his cake and eat it too. So what if he loved another man, his sexuality didn’t affect his acting ability but he began to understand that it could affect his chances of getting the parts he wanted. God, it was so fucking stupid and so fucking unfair and so fucking real.
He pushed up Viggo’s shirt and watched the play of muscles as the older man pulled it over his head and let it drop to the floor. Pressed his face against that hot skin, rubbed against the crinkly hairs, breathed in the oil-based paint, sweat, and Viggo. “I don’t care.”
“What?”
Orlando leaned back to look up at his lover. “I don’t care if they see.” Christ it was terrifying just saying the words, to know how much he meant it. He wanted to drown in those beautifully accepting and fearful eyes. He wanted to kiss and suck and fuck and love this man until they were both bald and doddering. He wanted to stop thinking about how fucking huge this was and just lose himself for a little while.
Viggo nodded. “Tomorrow,” was all he said and Orlando nodded. This kind of bleakness did not belong between them right now. Not ever.
“We need to get back in the Zone,” Orli said with a grin and snickered at Viggo’s confused smile. “The Sex Zone.”
“What is it with you and zones?” Viggo mused, stepping back to allow Orlando room to hop off the table.
“I like things neat and orderly?”
Viggo snorted as he grabbed the younger man’s hand and dragged him down the hall to their bedroom. “The words ‘Orlando’ and ‘Neat and Orderly’ in the same sentence would make some think of Armageddon.”
“I think I take offense to that.”
Viggo smirked and pushed Orlando onto the bed where he bounced lightly and giggled. The Dane just stood there for a moment, hands on his hips as he watched Orli. Viggo wasn’t smiling but he didn’t look upset either. He was thinking and to Orlando’s mind, that was a Bad Thing. He held out his right hand while his left hand half framed his cock, thumb against the base and fingers teasing his balls.
“Jesus, elf,” Viggo whispered. One knee hit the bed, his hand taking Orlando’s and bringing it to his lips. “I have no defense against you.”
“Why do you need - ?”
Viggo moved until he was on all fours over the younger man. Orli reached up and combed his fingers through Viggo’s hair, holding it back from his face. “’When love is not madness, it is not love’*,” Viggo whispered. “You drive me to madness.”
“Because its love.” Orlando urged his lover down so he could kiss those tempting lips. “Stop thinking. Stop trying to protect me. We’ll talk about it tomorrow or the day after. I don’t care.”
“Make me not care,” Viggo murmured against his lips, and Orli kissed him until his lips were numb.
The Brit grabbed the small plastic bottle of lube from under his pillow and Viggo sat back on his haunches and held out one hand. Orli hesitated before flicking the cap and pouring it into his lover’s palm then held his breath as he watched Viggo rub his hands together, the oil making his skin slick and shiny, then reach around himself. Orli could feel Viggo’s knuckles brush his thigh as the older man prepared himself; the sight of Viggo gasping, his skin flushing and his eyes squeezing closed was an image that Orlando wanted burned into his memory forever.
And then the Brit was holding his cock steady and Viggo was using one hand to guide him in and one hand to brace against Orlando’s chest. It was all too much and Orli had to close his eyes and concentrate on not coming. Tight heat clenched around him, soft and slick and Viggo moaned low in his throat as if it hurt and Orlando grit his teeth so he wouldn’t move.
Viggo sighed, mouth open and head tilted back as his ass was cradled by Orlando’s hips. Two fingers tickled Orlando’s balls and he chocked on a laugh when those clever digits pressed into his perineum. He thrust up and Viggo cried out, loud and sharp. He leaned back, hands clamped on Orlando’s thighs.
Orli knew he was going to leave bruises on Viggo’s ass if he didn’t let up on his grip but fuck. “Please, god Viggo, move. Or let me – “ He almost choked on his breath when Viggo suddenly sat up, pressing down hard into Orlando.
“Let you?” The Dane was panting, his cockhead wet and tapping his stomach with each breath. “Want me on my back?” He tensed then lifted up, up, slowly then dropped back down and Orlando’s vision wavered. “Want my knees against my ears while you fuck me?” He did it again; slow rise, fast drop and the Brit arched his back, heels digging uselessly into the mattress. “Want me bent in half so you can get so fucking deep I’m choking on it?”
Orlando growled and grabbed Viggo by the upper arms. “Yes,” he hissed, ignoring his lover’s pained grunt when he forced the older man to his knees and his dick slipped from Viggo’s ass. It was easy to manhandle Viggo to his back, to push his knees up but he didn’t just slam back in. He caught Viggo’s gaze and couldn’t even blink as he slid slowly back inside heaven.
“Fuck… I love this,” he moaned, finally letting his eyes close but only after Viggo had done so first. He thrust shallow, slowing everything down, letting Viggo’s legs wrap around his waist as he slipped his hands down to cup the older man’s ass. He held his lover open, and each push went deeper until their flesh was slapping, skin sticky with lube and sweat. Orli watched Viggo taking it, eyes closed, mouth open, body jolting from each thrust. His arms were over his head, hands fisted and pressed into the wall. Orli suddenly wished the bed had a headboard. He wanted to hear the thump of the bed against the wall.
“What…zone…is…this?” Viggo asked, each word a gasp. His eyes fluttered open and one arm lowered so he could stroke his neglected erection. His tanned skin was flushed and sheened with sweat. His nipples were peaked and Orli wanted to suck on them but he watched Viggo stroking himself instead.
“Love Zone?” he replied, hips moving faster. He hooked an arm around one of Viggo’s legs and changed his angle, satisfaction thrumming through him when Viggo called out his name like a sob and a prayer. He did it again and Viggo’s hand turned vicious on his cock. Again and again until the older man was coming, white stripes on his stomach and chest, and Orlando’s world shattered.
“Love Zone?” Viggo asked later as he laid spread eagle on the bed while Orli ran a warm wash cloth over his shoulders. “That’s lame.”
“Seemed nicer than Fuck Zone.”
“Hmm.” The Dane took the cloth from Orlando and tossed it towards the bathroom. “How about…the VigOrli Zone?”
“That Vig-what?”
“VigOrli. The two of us together, a part of each other.”
Orlando grinned and snuggled up against Viggo’s side and Viggo curved his arm around the Brit’s shoulder. “Like Brangelina?”
“Something like. Except it’s only for us.”
“And the tabloid headlines.”
“Those too.”
“I’m so fucking rich, you know? I’d like to go back to my roots. Walk the boards, man. Not sure about musicals though. I might like fucking guys, it doesn’t mean I’m all over “West Side Story.” Orlando felt Viggo tense then relax as he spoke.
“We agree to talk about this tomorrow.”
“Yeah, but I thought I’d just put that out there. I love film, but my soul needs the theater. Like, how you like to make movies but art is your passion.”
“Tomorrow, Orlando.”
“Fine, fine.” Orlando was quiet for a moment, content to listen to the rhythmic thumping of Viggo’s heart.
“Percival is doing really well.”
Orlando laughed.
The End
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lenalove!
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Date: 2007-07-25 07:23 pm (UTC)And this was wonderful, I like your transition towards teh porn ;) But that sounds a lot worse than what I mean, I promise...
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Date: 2007-07-25 08:10 pm (UTC)when you were describing the picture I envisioned one of the photos from The Details shoot but the one zee posted seems more likely.
or did you just make up the photo?
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Date: 2007-07-25 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-25 08:43 pm (UTC)Although it's rather crowded......
Thanks for sharing, lovezzzzzz, cuddles!!
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Date: 2007-07-26 12:53 am (UTC)Perfection, really.
The VigOrli Zone. I'm down with that. ;-) I'm also all for changing Angst Wednesdays to Porn Wednesdays if this is the result. ;-) Goes well with Hump Day, too. ;-)
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Date: 2007-07-26 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-27 01:39 am (UTC)You've written the essence of love here... damn this was fantastic! I felt it in my soul!
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Date: 2007-07-27 10:17 am (UTC)