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vigorlititle: Geek!Orlando, part 33
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stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: AU, m/m sex, rimming
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 32
a/n 2: icon by the super-suavelady_razzle
a/n 3: happy birthday,ladykatiewench! your encouragement for this story has meant a ton to me.
a/n 4: this chapter is also forfoxrafer, a hugely talented author and wonderful friend. don't let the muck drag you down, hon.
banner made by the so so talented galor5
Look whatherm42found! hee hee!
Orlando had never really had a butt.
Well, he had a butt, of course. Just not much of one.
He guessed it was shaped alright, though it was hard to be sure since the few times he’d ever thought to look at it, he’d been getting out of the shower, and the mirror and his glasses were all fogged up. It was just sort of… tiny.
It was an okay butt, but it wasn’t like he was ever going to be in some Hunky Butts of Best Buys R Us calendar or something.
It would be interesting if there actually was a calendar like that, for sale, hanging by the checkout lanes next to the little mini packages of Kleenex and the Rolos and the flashlight keychains. Maybe Karl might be Mr. October or Mr. February; he had sort of a nice butt. But Orlando’s butt wouldn’t be in there. It might be in there for ‘smallest butt’ or ‘most practically non-existent butt,’ if they ever made a Smallest or Most Practically Non-Existent Butts of Best Buys R Us calendar.
Yeah, like that was gonna happen.
==geek!flashback==
After a breakfast of Tang and scrambled eggs – and geez, Tang tasted even Tangier when it was mixed by Viggo – Orlando really had to get home for some Saturday Morning Laundry time. His ankle was feeling a lot better this morning, but he still happily agreed when Viggo offered to drive him home to give it a little more rest.
On the drive, Orlando got an idea. “Um, could we stop in up here? For a minute?”
“Here?” Viggo asked, inclining his head. “Sure.”
Viggo turned the truck into the parking lot of Big Bed Boutique. He hopped out and jogged around to the passenger door to help Orlando get out and get situated on his crutches. Orlando protested, feeling kind of silly about using them still, but Viggo gave him a cutely insistent look, sort of like Misty used to look even though you’d just fed her an hour and a half ago. So okay, yes to the crutches.
“So, you want to buy a bed?” Viggo asked as they walked into the gigantic store.
“I - - I was thinking about it, yeah,” Orlando replied. “I’ve had my twin-size since… gosh, probably high school. I’m sort of due for something new.” He lowered his voice as a salesman wearing too much hair gel swooped down on them.
Orlando politely said that he’d like to just look around for a few minutes by himself first, please. Orlando never really liked to be pounced on as soon as he walked into a store, but he knew from experience that some places trained their people to do that, so he was always nice.
The salesman smiled, said he would be happy to answer any questions for them when they were ready, and retreated to a desk nearby.
Maybe he thought Orlando and Viggo were mystery shoppers. It was kind of too bad they weren’t, because the guy had just aced Time to Acknowledgement/Assistance and Welcoming Demeanor.
They wandered down the first row of mattresses.
“I was thinking, maybe a little… bigger.” Orlando sat down on an orange-flowered queen-size. He bounced a little. He concentrated, trying to imagine curling up with Viggo and drifting off to sleep on this mattress.
He moved on, test-sitting on several more mattresses, trying each out with a little bounce, before he noticed that each display also had a headboard.
He didn’t have a headboard at home; he’d never even thought about it. Maybe he should get one of those, too.
“This one’s nice,” Viggo said, smoothing a hand over a carved mahogany piece.
“Yeah,” Orlando said without much enthusiasm. The next one was an exotic bamboo thing; that was kind of cool. And then there was a large upholstered leather-looking one. Orlando poked at it a little. It was actually really nice, sort of masculine and grown up.
They didn’t feel right, though.
Suddenly Orlando’s cock was doing this bizarre divining rod imitation, jerking him in the direction of underground water. Only instead of underground water, it seemed to be yanking him toward another bed in the next row.
Orlando anxiously followed, hoping to stave off a toddler cock tantrum right in the middle of the store.
His cock stopped at the third bed down the row. Specifically, it stopped at the headboard. Orlando looked at it.
Huh. This one was nice, too. It was iron rather than solid wood or thick upholstery, and it had…
Oh.
It had… bars. Or spokes, or whatever they were called. Lots of them.
Ohhhh gosh. This would be a really good headboard for…
Orlando’s cock awarded him an all-expenses paid trip for two to Reno for correctly answering the grand prize question.
“Uh oh,” Orlando mumbled, sinkingly aware that he was about to be limping for an altogether different reason.
Viggo looked at him, confused.
“Headboard… would - - oh gosh - - um, fun for… tying… um?” he whispered, feeling his face go pink.
Viggo’s eyes got big.
Orlando tried very hard not to notice the surprised look on Hair Gel Guy’s face as he and Viggo frantically followed Orlando’s Divining Rod Cock out of the store.
Viggo got them into the truck and screeched to Orlando’s house faster than Sam always used to figure out and tattle when Orlando had taken the last brownie.
With no roommate in sight, Orlando limp-hurried to the kitchen. Viggo was right behind him, pressing up against Orlando’s back, strong hands moving possessively over Orlando’s hips, and Orlando gasped.
“Josh?” Viggo’s low voice was more urgent than the Emergency Broadcast System. In response, Orlando’s cock immediately tried to vacate his pants and rush to the southwest corner of Viggo’s gorgeous basement. In the interests of safety, of course.
“Away,” Orlando managed, just as breathlessly. “Weekend. There’s a note - - oh god - - here on the fridge,” Orlando gasped out as Viggo’s lips did the Riverdance on the side of Orlando’s throat.
Viggo moved behind him for a moment, and then Orlando felt warm arms snake around him. Orlando looked down, his glasses slipping on his nose, to see Viggo’s big manhands.
Holding Viggo’s belt.
Viggo slowly encircled one of Orlando’s wrists in the dark leather.
“Oh geez, oh - - oh geez,” Orlando dribbled.
Viggo breathed a hot kiss behind Orlando’s ear. “Is that good oh geez?… or bad oh – ”
Orlando nodded frantically at Option A, a desperate, high-pitched squeak escaping his throat when Viggo licked along the shell of his ear. He trembled in Hypnotized Bunny form as Cobra Viggo slithered the belt securely around his wrists.
Viggo mm-ed softly and lifted Orlando’s arms up over his head, winding the end of the belt through the cabinet door handles. When Viggo pulled, trapping his wrists snugly, a jolt of pure adrenaline zap-pow-ed through Orlando’s body, and his cock gleefully stuck its arms straight up in the air as its car slowly chugged to the top of the biggest hill of the Viggo Roller Coaster.
Having soundly defeated Orlando’s shirt buttons, Viggo’s fingers stroked and teased two way-happy Orlando nipples before sneaking down to attack Orlando’s belt and zipper. Orlando gasped and shivered as Viggo stripped off his pants and Fruit of the Looms, leaving him exposed from the waist down.
And tied up.
And deliciously helpless.
In his kitchen.
Oh god.
==end geek!flashback==
So anyway, Orlando never thought he had much of a butt.
BUT.
Here was Viggo.
Kneeling behind him.
Running his warm, wonderful hands over and over Orlando’s little butt. Caressing Orlando’s tiny cheeks. Squeeeeezing his miniscule buns.
And Orlando felt like he had the best Best Buys R Us Butt in the calendar, this year or any year.
Viggo’s hands were so sexy, and the idea that Viggo’s face was right there was so sort of dark and thrilling, and the attention and the sensations Viggo was giving him, and the little purrs Viggo was making… all of it made Orlando feel… made him feel… well, Really Darn Butt Sexy.
So it was really just a small step to kind of stick his butt out a little, pushing it into Viggo’s hands more firmly.
And just one more small step to push it out a little further, and sort of… bump – just a little – against Viggo’s chin.
And really just a teeny, tiny step to then lift his hardly-sore-any-more ankle and the corresponding knee up onto the counter beside him and –
“OH GOD VIGGO PLEA – ”
Suddenly, finally, there was that warm, slick mouth on Orlando’s goose-bumped bottom. Orlando blabbered and begged as Viggo’s fingers held him open to caressing lips and laving tongue and oh! –
Viggo growled and then bit – in a good way – the super-sensitized flesh of Orlando’s diminutive rear.
Orlando’s cock came to the sudden realization that Orlando was just getting in the way in this relationship and punched Orlando in the groin in a determined attempt to scramble back toward Viggo’s. Incredible. Tongue.
In reaction, Orlando’s propped-up leg jerked off the counter and promptly foot-whacked Viggo in the face.
“Oh geez, Viggo!” Orlando swiveled his neck frantically, trying to see back and down over his shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Viggo was lying on the kitchen floor.
With a nosebleed.
“Oh geez! Oh geez, I’m sorry!” Orlando stammered, yanking uselessly with his belt-bound wrists. The cupboard doors banged repeatedly as Orlando struggled, giving the Lucky Charms leprechaun several quick but interesting eyefuls.
Clutching at his bloody nose, Viggo garbled something that was definitely either, “I’m alright,” or, “Luke, I am your father.” Orlando figured it was probably the first thing.
In a feat of impressive dexterity, Orlando reached up with his foot and slowwwwly worked open the nearby drawer, so focused that he barely noticed his sore ankle. He crinkled his toes into a Kleenex travel pack and managed to lift it from the drawer and drop it to the floor for Viggo.
---
Nine minutes, one big Kleenex wad, two released wrists, and two frantic handjobs later, Orlando lay flopped on the couch waiting for Viggo to finish his shower. Viggo wouldn’t normally have already taken two showers before 10:30 am. But if Sarah and Susannah had happened to come to the door wanting to share some time with their new kitten, and Viggo was looking like... well, the police probably would’ve been called to the suspected murder scene.
Viggo came out, all damp and fresh and smelling… wow, amazing. He must have used some of Orlando’s fruity shower gel, because now he smelled like toast topped with apricot preserves.
Orlando was darn glad he was already sitting down.
“Are you okay?” Orlando asked. He scooted half sideways on the couch and opened his arms and legs to invite Viggo in. “Is your nose alright? I’m so sorry I kicked you!”
Viggo smiled and sat, gently easing back into Orlando’s embrace. “Good as new; don’t worry about it.”
“I can get you some ice… or, do you want to stretch out here on the couch for a while? Or on my bed?”
“This is… this is great, just like this,” Viggo murmured, burrowing a bit into Orlando’s arms. Viggo let out a long, relaxing breath and seemed to go sort of melty.
Orlando blinked. He pushed a little kiss onto Viggo’s temple, pulling in another Viggo sniff and letting himself go all melty, too.
A few quiet minutes passed. Orlando felt so comfortable, just sitting there, holding Viggo and breathing in his scent and thinking about nothing much.
“I was thinking,” Viggo said quietly, “that maybe you don’t need a new bed. Maybe instead, you could move in - ”
Viggo suddenly sat up straight.
“Er, MovING. You could... try movING your bed. To - - to a new wall. Or something.” Viggo sort of jerked a little and stood up. “Maybe change your whole bedroom around. That might be all you need. Want to try it now?”
“Move the furniture around? Now? Um, sure; we could,” Orlando stammered, sort of unhappily surprised at the sudden Viggo-shaped hole in his arms.
“Wh - - what am I thinking?” Viggo said in an odd voice. He shook himself. "I - - I should get some things done. Yeah… I’d actually - - I’m sorry; I wasn’t really - - I’d better get going. Okay?” Viggo was already moving toward the front door.
“Uh - - okay… um, I guess… I guess I’ll see you later,” Orlando managed. “But… Viggo?”
Viggo turned. “Yes?”
“Could you… well, could I - - have a kiss goodbye?”
Viggo blinked.
He stalked back to the couch and bent, taking Orlando’s head in both of his hands and kissing his mouth, long and urgent. When the kiss ended, Viggo held Orlando’s gaze for a few moments, still cupping his face between his hands.
Orlando loved to look at Viggo’s beautiful eyes. But right now, Viggo seemed so... serious. Almost... upset. It made Orlando feel kind of upset, too, though he didn’t really know why.
And then Viggo was gone.
Orlando sat on the couch, alone and thinking and being kind of confused and sort of… worried. Viggo had definitely seemed… something.
And he’d left so abruptly.
Orlando sighed.
ETA: continued here
author:
stormatduskpairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: AU, m/m sex, rimming
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 32
a/n 2: icon by the super-suave
lady_razzlea/n 3: happy birthday,
ladykatiewench! your encouragement for this story has meant a ton to me.a/n 4: this chapter is also for
foxrafer, a hugely talented author and wonderful friend. don't let the muck drag you down, hon.galor5Look what
herm42found! hee hee!Orlando had never really had a butt.
Well, he had a butt, of course. Just not much of one.
He guessed it was shaped alright, though it was hard to be sure since the few times he’d ever thought to look at it, he’d been getting out of the shower, and the mirror and his glasses were all fogged up. It was just sort of… tiny.
It was an okay butt, but it wasn’t like he was ever going to be in some Hunky Butts of Best Buys R Us calendar or something.
It would be interesting if there actually was a calendar like that, for sale, hanging by the checkout lanes next to the little mini packages of Kleenex and the Rolos and the flashlight keychains. Maybe Karl might be Mr. October or Mr. February; he had sort of a nice butt. But Orlando’s butt wouldn’t be in there. It might be in there for ‘smallest butt’ or ‘most practically non-existent butt,’ if they ever made a Smallest or Most Practically Non-Existent Butts of Best Buys R Us calendar.
Yeah, like that was gonna happen.
==geek!flashback==
After a breakfast of Tang and scrambled eggs – and geez, Tang tasted even Tangier when it was mixed by Viggo – Orlando really had to get home for some Saturday Morning Laundry time. His ankle was feeling a lot better this morning, but he still happily agreed when Viggo offered to drive him home to give it a little more rest.
On the drive, Orlando got an idea. “Um, could we stop in up here? For a minute?”
“Here?” Viggo asked, inclining his head. “Sure.”
Viggo turned the truck into the parking lot of Big Bed Boutique. He hopped out and jogged around to the passenger door to help Orlando get out and get situated on his crutches. Orlando protested, feeling kind of silly about using them still, but Viggo gave him a cutely insistent look, sort of like Misty used to look even though you’d just fed her an hour and a half ago. So okay, yes to the crutches.
“So, you want to buy a bed?” Viggo asked as they walked into the gigantic store.
“I - - I was thinking about it, yeah,” Orlando replied. “I’ve had my twin-size since… gosh, probably high school. I’m sort of due for something new.” He lowered his voice as a salesman wearing too much hair gel swooped down on them.
Orlando politely said that he’d like to just look around for a few minutes by himself first, please. Orlando never really liked to be pounced on as soon as he walked into a store, but he knew from experience that some places trained their people to do that, so he was always nice.
The salesman smiled, said he would be happy to answer any questions for them when they were ready, and retreated to a desk nearby.
Maybe he thought Orlando and Viggo were mystery shoppers. It was kind of too bad they weren’t, because the guy had just aced Time to Acknowledgement/Assistance and Welcoming Demeanor.
They wandered down the first row of mattresses.
“I was thinking, maybe a little… bigger.” Orlando sat down on an orange-flowered queen-size. He bounced a little. He concentrated, trying to imagine curling up with Viggo and drifting off to sleep on this mattress.
He moved on, test-sitting on several more mattresses, trying each out with a little bounce, before he noticed that each display also had a headboard.
He didn’t have a headboard at home; he’d never even thought about it. Maybe he should get one of those, too.
“This one’s nice,” Viggo said, smoothing a hand over a carved mahogany piece.
“Yeah,” Orlando said without much enthusiasm. The next one was an exotic bamboo thing; that was kind of cool. And then there was a large upholstered leather-looking one. Orlando poked at it a little. It was actually really nice, sort of masculine and grown up.
They didn’t feel right, though.
Suddenly Orlando’s cock was doing this bizarre divining rod imitation, jerking him in the direction of underground water. Only instead of underground water, it seemed to be yanking him toward another bed in the next row.
Orlando anxiously followed, hoping to stave off a toddler cock tantrum right in the middle of the store.
His cock stopped at the third bed down the row. Specifically, it stopped at the headboard. Orlando looked at it.
Huh. This one was nice, too. It was iron rather than solid wood or thick upholstery, and it had…
Oh.
It had… bars. Or spokes, or whatever they were called. Lots of them.
Ohhhh gosh. This would be a really good headboard for…
Orlando’s cock awarded him an all-expenses paid trip for two to Reno for correctly answering the grand prize question.
“Uh oh,” Orlando mumbled, sinkingly aware that he was about to be limping for an altogether different reason.
Viggo looked at him, confused.
“Headboard… would - - oh gosh - - um, fun for… tying… um?” he whispered, feeling his face go pink.
Viggo’s eyes got big.
Orlando tried very hard not to notice the surprised look on Hair Gel Guy’s face as he and Viggo frantically followed Orlando’s Divining Rod Cock out of the store.
Viggo got them into the truck and screeched to Orlando’s house faster than Sam always used to figure out and tattle when Orlando had taken the last brownie.
With no roommate in sight, Orlando limp-hurried to the kitchen. Viggo was right behind him, pressing up against Orlando’s back, strong hands moving possessively over Orlando’s hips, and Orlando gasped.
“Josh?” Viggo’s low voice was more urgent than the Emergency Broadcast System. In response, Orlando’s cock immediately tried to vacate his pants and rush to the southwest corner of Viggo’s gorgeous basement. In the interests of safety, of course.
“Away,” Orlando managed, just as breathlessly. “Weekend. There’s a note - - oh god - - here on the fridge,” Orlando gasped out as Viggo’s lips did the Riverdance on the side of Orlando’s throat.
Viggo moved behind him for a moment, and then Orlando felt warm arms snake around him. Orlando looked down, his glasses slipping on his nose, to see Viggo’s big manhands.
Holding Viggo’s belt.
Viggo slowly encircled one of Orlando’s wrists in the dark leather.
“Oh geez, oh - - oh geez,” Orlando dribbled.
Viggo breathed a hot kiss behind Orlando’s ear. “Is that good oh geez?… or bad oh – ”
Orlando nodded frantically at Option A, a desperate, high-pitched squeak escaping his throat when Viggo licked along the shell of his ear. He trembled in Hypnotized Bunny form as Cobra Viggo slithered the belt securely around his wrists.
Viggo mm-ed softly and lifted Orlando’s arms up over his head, winding the end of the belt through the cabinet door handles. When Viggo pulled, trapping his wrists snugly, a jolt of pure adrenaline zap-pow-ed through Orlando’s body, and his cock gleefully stuck its arms straight up in the air as its car slowly chugged to the top of the biggest hill of the Viggo Roller Coaster.
Having soundly defeated Orlando’s shirt buttons, Viggo’s fingers stroked and teased two way-happy Orlando nipples before sneaking down to attack Orlando’s belt and zipper. Orlando gasped and shivered as Viggo stripped off his pants and Fruit of the Looms, leaving him exposed from the waist down.
And tied up.
And deliciously helpless.
In his kitchen.
Oh god.
==end geek!flashback==
So anyway, Orlando never thought he had much of a butt.
BUT.
Here was Viggo.
Kneeling behind him.
Running his warm, wonderful hands over and over Orlando’s little butt. Caressing Orlando’s tiny cheeks. Squeeeeezing his miniscule buns.
And Orlando felt like he had the best Best Buys R Us Butt in the calendar, this year or any year.
Viggo’s hands were so sexy, and the idea that Viggo’s face was right there was so sort of dark and thrilling, and the attention and the sensations Viggo was giving him, and the little purrs Viggo was making… all of it made Orlando feel… made him feel… well, Really Darn Butt Sexy.
So it was really just a small step to kind of stick his butt out a little, pushing it into Viggo’s hands more firmly.
And just one more small step to push it out a little further, and sort of… bump – just a little – against Viggo’s chin.
And really just a teeny, tiny step to then lift his hardly-sore-any-more ankle and the corresponding knee up onto the counter beside him and –
“OH GOD VIGGO PLEA – ”
Suddenly, finally, there was that warm, slick mouth on Orlando’s goose-bumped bottom. Orlando blabbered and begged as Viggo’s fingers held him open to caressing lips and laving tongue and oh! –
Viggo growled and then bit – in a good way – the super-sensitized flesh of Orlando’s diminutive rear.
Orlando’s cock came to the sudden realization that Orlando was just getting in the way in this relationship and punched Orlando in the groin in a determined attempt to scramble back toward Viggo’s. Incredible. Tongue.
In reaction, Orlando’s propped-up leg jerked off the counter and promptly foot-whacked Viggo in the face.
“Oh geez, Viggo!” Orlando swiveled his neck frantically, trying to see back and down over his shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Viggo was lying on the kitchen floor.
With a nosebleed.
“Oh geez! Oh geez, I’m sorry!” Orlando stammered, yanking uselessly with his belt-bound wrists. The cupboard doors banged repeatedly as Orlando struggled, giving the Lucky Charms leprechaun several quick but interesting eyefuls.
Clutching at his bloody nose, Viggo garbled something that was definitely either, “I’m alright,” or, “Luke, I am your father.” Orlando figured it was probably the first thing.
In a feat of impressive dexterity, Orlando reached up with his foot and slowwwwly worked open the nearby drawer, so focused that he barely noticed his sore ankle. He crinkled his toes into a Kleenex travel pack and managed to lift it from the drawer and drop it to the floor for Viggo.
---
Nine minutes, one big Kleenex wad, two released wrists, and two frantic handjobs later, Orlando lay flopped on the couch waiting for Viggo to finish his shower. Viggo wouldn’t normally have already taken two showers before 10:30 am. But if Sarah and Susannah had happened to come to the door wanting to share some time with their new kitten, and Viggo was looking like... well, the police probably would’ve been called to the suspected murder scene.
Viggo came out, all damp and fresh and smelling… wow, amazing. He must have used some of Orlando’s fruity shower gel, because now he smelled like toast topped with apricot preserves.
Orlando was darn glad he was already sitting down.
“Are you okay?” Orlando asked. He scooted half sideways on the couch and opened his arms and legs to invite Viggo in. “Is your nose alright? I’m so sorry I kicked you!”
Viggo smiled and sat, gently easing back into Orlando’s embrace. “Good as new; don’t worry about it.”
“I can get you some ice… or, do you want to stretch out here on the couch for a while? Or on my bed?”
“This is… this is great, just like this,” Viggo murmured, burrowing a bit into Orlando’s arms. Viggo let out a long, relaxing breath and seemed to go sort of melty.
Orlando blinked. He pushed a little kiss onto Viggo’s temple, pulling in another Viggo sniff and letting himself go all melty, too.
A few quiet minutes passed. Orlando felt so comfortable, just sitting there, holding Viggo and breathing in his scent and thinking about nothing much.
“I was thinking,” Viggo said quietly, “that maybe you don’t need a new bed. Maybe instead, you could move in - ”
Viggo suddenly sat up straight.
“Er, MovING. You could... try movING your bed. To - - to a new wall. Or something.” Viggo sort of jerked a little and stood up. “Maybe change your whole bedroom around. That might be all you need. Want to try it now?”
“Move the furniture around? Now? Um, sure; we could,” Orlando stammered, sort of unhappily surprised at the sudden Viggo-shaped hole in his arms.
“Wh - - what am I thinking?” Viggo said in an odd voice. He shook himself. "I - - I should get some things done. Yeah… I’d actually - - I’m sorry; I wasn’t really - - I’d better get going. Okay?” Viggo was already moving toward the front door.
“Uh - - okay… um, I guess… I guess I’ll see you later,” Orlando managed. “But… Viggo?”
Viggo turned. “Yes?”
“Could you… well, could I - - have a kiss goodbye?”
Viggo blinked.
He stalked back to the couch and bent, taking Orlando’s head in both of his hands and kissing his mouth, long and urgent. When the kiss ended, Viggo held Orlando’s gaze for a few moments, still cupping his face between his hands.
Orlando loved to look at Viggo’s beautiful eyes. But right now, Viggo seemed so... serious. Almost... upset. It made Orlando feel kind of upset, too, though he didn’t really know why.
And then Viggo was gone.
Orlando sat on the couch, alone and thinking and being kind of confused and sort of… worried. Viggo had definitely seemed… something.
And he’d left so abruptly.
Orlando sighed.
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Date: 2007-08-08 01:54 am (UTC)thanks, hon!