vigorli | Geek!Orlando, part 34 (Orlando/Viggo, adult)

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title: Geek!Orlando, part 34
author:

stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: AU, m/m sex
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 33
a/n 2: icon by the fabulous

tularia
a/n 3: giant thanks to

alliwantisanelf for helping me out with the IM's, and for giving viggo his yim name. ♥

Friday Night Laundry just didn’t have its usual appeal.

Normally it was a pretty good time. But today, Saturday Morning Laundry was just okay. Orlando couldn’t stop thinking about Viggo.

And missing him, kind of.

Not very long ago, Orlando wouldn’t have imagined putting off Friday Night Laundry for anything. Now, he realized, he would happily even skip a week if it meant a chance to spend more time with Viggo.

Okay, missing him. Definitely.

And geez, this feeling of having forgotten something was going to make him even crazier than Elijah had been that one and only time that Orlando had beaten him on Tekken Tag Tournament.

He just had to figure this out! Was he forgetting to water his cactus collection? No. It barely needed any water, anyway.

Was he forgetting to be a good neighbor? No. Just the other day he’d gone over to Sarah and Susannah’s front door to bring them a pack of Keebler Fudge Sticks that he’d gotten 2-for-1 at the grocery store, and to visit their new kitten.

Was he forgetting that there was no D&D this week since most of the guys were going to some blogging con? No, that wasn’t it; he’d already marked that in his Blackberry 8830.

He had been forgetting to put on his pocket protector - - of all things! - - since he’d hurt his ankle and had been off work… but no, that wasn’t what was driving him nuts, either.

Argh! He really hoped he wasn’t going to have to live the entire rest of his life with this annoying feeling that he was forgetting something.

He sighed and got back to filling the washer.

The load of Fruit of the Looms made Orlando smile, thinking about Viggo’s yellow Tweety Bird boxers.

He smiled more, thinking about the gorgeous butt inside the Tweety Bird boxers.

Orlando wondered if… if maybe he should try… um… well… licking. Viggo’s. Viggo’s butt. Like… like that.

Wouldn’t that be… kinda yuck, though?

Geez, come on… it was someone’s BUTT.

But….

It had felt amazing when Viggo did it to him.

No, scratch that; not amazing. HUGELY amazing. STUPENDOUSLY hugely amazing.

And it wasn’t just a butt. It was Viggo’s butt.

Maybe Orlando could… add something… something… for a little… flavor?

Hey; he could sprinkle some powdered Tang on! Or peanut butter! Or maybe Pop Rocks!

Oh boy; maybe not Pop Rocks. That could get… complicated.

Elijah would probably like it. Elijah was kinda weird about things in general.

Oh, that’s right; he needed to call Elijah.

“Dude! I just emailed you!” Elijah said when he picked up the phone. “I sent you this really great fake ad for Cialis.”

“Uh… what’s Cialis?” Orlando asked.

Elijah snickered. “Just go to the link; it’s funny.”

“Okay, I’ll look at it when I get on next,” Orlando replied. “I was just calling… well, I wanted to call and… and thank you. For - - you know… helping me out. Yesterday. At the store.”

“Aw geez, that’s okay,” Elijah said, kind of shyly. “I figured you didn’t exactly need a fucking audience. Dom’s kind of dense sometimes. Besides, I sort of… owed you.”

“Huh? What for?” Orlando tilted his head in case that would help him understand. It didn’t.

“For that one time… you know… in the bathroom.” Elijah cleared his throat. “That… Boromir… thing. You could’ve given me a lot of shit about that, but you were cool.”

“Oh… yeah.” Orlando blushed, then smiled. “That was… it’s okay. After all,” Orlando blushed harder, “Boromir is pretty hot.”

“Yeah,” Elijah’s breath came out in a giggle. Orlando giggled, too.

“So, you wanna get together one night next week so I can whoop your ass at Xbox? You can pick the game,” Elijah challenged.

“Sure,” Orlando said, beaming. “I’ll be back to work on Monday; we can figure it out then?”

“Cool! Thanks, Orlando. See ya Monday.”

Orlando hung up the phone feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Elijah was a good friend.

Orlando was almost glad that his cock was quiet this afternoon; he sort of needed a break from it. He winced a little, thinking about the way it had rudely tried to cut in line this morning when Orlando was tied up in the kitchen. It didn’t seem very polite that his cock would just happily throw Orlando over like that. After all, Orlando had done a lot for it, always taking it places and cleaning up after it and petting it when it was good. He was starting to strongly suspect that his cock considered Orlando a third wheel in this relationship. Maybe it would be happier just to have Viggo all to itself.

Orlando wondered if they had such a thing as cock etiquette courses. They would be online, hopefully, because actually going to the local community college for something like that would be… weird.

It was only 9:30, but he’d already thought about Viggo and cleaned up the kitchen floor and thought about Viggo and finished Saturday Morning Laundry and thought about Viggo and had a tuna sandwich and a Toaster Strudel for dinner. And thought about Viggo.

Maybe he’d just climb into bed early and distract himself with some Boomshine. Those pretty circles usually worked to cheer him up. Sometimes he even just left the game window up behind whatever he was working on, just so he could listen to the music. It was so relaxing.

There was an email at his work address… and… was it?

It was! It was from Viggo!

Wow!

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“Hello, Orlando. I hope it’s alright to email you here. The address was on the business cards you’ve left here. I found this site and thought you might be interested: www.toaster.com

- Viggo”

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The email had been sent about two hours ago. Orlando felt all skippy inside. Maybe Viggo had been thinking about him some today, too!

Orlando hit: “Reply.”

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“hi viggo!

yeah, you can email me here! i’m really sorry about what i accidentally did this morning. i hope your nose is okay. did you have a good day? actually, now that i think about it, it’s probably better to stick to business with this address, I think. are you having computer problems? if it’s other stuff, you could Instant Message me (if you want). do you have Yahoo IM? you could send me your YIM name and we could talk that way; that would be fun! if you want. i’m going to look at that site you sent now.

Orlando Bloom
Best Buys R Us”

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Orlando clicked on the link that Viggo had sent, and the page came up. He clapped both hands over his mouth, eyes wide.

Wow, this was amazing!

And what was really great was, this must mean that Viggo wasn’t upset with him, right? Viggo wouldn’t send him a really cool toaster site if he was sad or upset, would he? Maybe this might even mean that Viggo had missed Orlando today, even just a little bit as much as Orlando had been missing Viggo….

Holy moly.

Viggo had already emailed back!

With his YIM name!

Orlando signed into his account, typing with excited fingers.