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desire_billytitle: Geek!Orlando, part 35
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stormatduskpairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: m/m sex; otherwise, none
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up directly from part 34
a/n 2: icon by scarily talented
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nverland: "Guess what I found at the store last night? Individually wrapped Spam slices for sandwiches."*is queasy*
WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO, PEOPLE??? *g*
Viggo was coming over!
Orlando closed his laptop and bounced out of bed to get ready.
Let’s see… what needed to get ready?
Oh, for sure he should brush his teeth, because kissing Viggo was at the very top of his “Things I Hope Will Happen Very Soon” list. It was even higher than “Peter Jackson and New Line make up” and “Someone finds a cure for dust.”
Teeth now minty fresh, he bounced back into bed.
Wait, he should be naked. That would be fun, right?
He bounced back out of bed and took off his pajamas. The sheets felt reeeeeally nice when he slipped back between them. He was starting to prefer sleeping naked, actually. Or maybe it was just sleeping with Viggo.
Oh, wait, he needed to let Viggo in!
He got up again, tiptoe-hobbled down the stairs, hoping no neighbors happened to be glancing in since some of the curtains weren't closed, and unlocked the deadbolt on the front door.
Oh my gosh; this totally made him think of that game that he used to play with Sam and her friends sometimes, when he was little, where you had to open a little door and your date would be behind it. What was that game again? Oh, that's right; it was Mystery Date. That was such a cool game!
He never got why Sam and her friends hated to get the Dud Date. Orlando had always thought the Dud Date seemed kind of cute. And his glasses were way cool.
He giggled and tiptoe-hobbled back up the stairs. He straightened his blue and orange plaid bedspread and fluffed up his two pillows and climbed in again.
Oooooh. He should totally - -
He jumped out of bed and dragged the Huge Box of Condoms out of his closet and started pawing through it. Bent over so far, his glasses kept slipping down, so he kept one hand on his glasses and searched around with his other hand. Hmmm. Orgasmic Grape? Skyrocketing Strawberry? Pussy-Lovin' Peach?
Um, probably not.
Quicky Kumquat? Longing-For-You Licorice? Bodacious Banana Split?
Ugh, no - - not Bodacious Banana Split. It reminded him too much of ice cream sundaes, and that whole ordeal of that creepy dream was still too near.
His butt was getting kind of chilly waving around in the air like this. He finally just grabbed a handful of assorted condoms and stuffed them under his pillow.
Oh yay! There were Viggo’s headlights turning onto his block! He jumped back into bed, shivering happily. This was fun; it was almost like Hide & Seek, only he wasn’t hiding, exactly.
There: Viggo was knocking on the front door!
Orlando’s heart bumped around wildly. Hee hee!
After a few more knocks, he heard Viggo open the door and - - crunch - - a weird, sudden metal sort of sound.
“Orlando?” Viggo called out softly.
Shoot! Orlando had left the chain on the door!
He bounced out of bed and pulled on his blue and orange plaid flannel bathrobe, quickly hobbling down the stairs.
“Hi,” he whispered at Viggo. “Sorry!” He closed the door and unchained it, then opened it to let Viggo into the darkened house. The cool evening air wafted in with him.
“Hi, you,” Viggo whispered back.
Orlando locked the door and leaned toward Viggo a little, inhaling the scent of Gorgeous Boyfriend and his brown leather jacket. Mmmmmmm.
He took Viggo’s hand between his own, and yep, it was cool, too. “It’s chilly tonight,” he said, sandwiching Viggo’s fingers between his palms to warm them.
Viggo blinked in the dark. “I - - I brought you something.”
Orlando looked down, but it was hard to see much. He led Viggo into the living room and turned on his smallest, dimmest lamp, not wanting a bright light to ruin the sort of quiet, secrety feeling between them.
Viggo was holding something kind of big, wrapped in brown paper. He loosened the paper and looked up at Orlando.
Oh. Oh wow.
It was the painting. The yellow painting.
Viggo was giving him the yellow painting?
Orlando blinked, completely shocked.
“Viggo, I - - I don’t know what….” He swallowed and tried again. “You said… I thought… you wanted to keep it. This.” Orlando’s brain couldn’t seem to convince his mouth to close all the way.
“I did, but - - I’d like for you to have it.” Viggo’s blue gaze sparkled a little in the low light. “Would you? Accept it, I mean?”
Orlando looked at him for a long moment.
“It would make me happy,” Viggo said, his voice very soft. His eyes looked all serious again, like they had when he'd left earlier.
Orlando cupped Viggo’s face between his hands and pressed their lips together chastely. He touched his forehead to Viggo’s, still holding his face.
“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes closed, heart open.
They stood like that, quiet and still, for a while. Then Viggo said in a hush, “Could we go upstairs?”
Orlando took the painting and leaned it carefully upright on the couch. He turned out the little lamp and took Viggo’s hand, and led him upstairs. He barely even noticed his sore ankle.
He slipped out of his blue and orange plaid flannel bathrobe. He helped Viggo out of his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt buttons carefully.
When Viggo was naked, too, they climbed into the little bed and Orlando gathered Viggo to him, gentling him to rest his head under Orlando’s chin.
He could feel the cool of Viggo’s cheek on his chest and the warmth of Viggo’s body pressed along his side. He began to slide his fingers through the silk of Viggo’s hair.
Orlando lay there in the quiet, overwhelmed by all the good stuff inside him.
After what seemed like a long time, Viggo’s breathing became a little more shallow and regular.
Viggo was asleep.
Careful not to wake him, Orlando kissed the top of Viggo’s head. “Goodnight, Viggo,” he said in almost no voice at all.
He thought back over the day.
Viggo was so… he was just so... amazing. Orlando couldn’t imagine how he’d gotten so lucky.
Maybe he could write some poetry for Viggo. Viggo might like that. He’d seemed kind of excited on IM when Orlando had told him he used to like to write haiku.
Orlando would have to go back to that toast haiku site again tomorrow for some inspiration.
Maybe he could write something like:
It’s so Not Butter!
It takes some getting used to.
But gosh, it’s worth it.
He snugged his arms a little tighter around Viggo, listening to his gentle breathing.
Maybe he had all the inspiration he needed.
He closed his eyes and let himself sink into sleep.
ETA: continued here
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:01 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!!
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:10 pm (UTC)Just tell him Viggo, PLEASE, PLEASE PLEase PLEASE
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:45 pm (UTC)He could feel the cool of Viggo’s cheek on his chest and the warmth of Viggo’s body pressed along his side. He began to slide his fingers through the silk of Viggo’s hair.
This is just so sweet. Most of the times it's Viggo taking care of Orlando, it's a wonderful change to see the roles reversed.
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Date: 2007-08-09 11:21 pm (UTC)Love this
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Date: 2007-08-25 01:05 pm (UTC)LOL!
I am all bouncy... this is just too good!