FIC: Camping Suck (2/7)
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vigorliTitle: Camping Sucks (2/7)
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: R (but will turn NC-17...next Wednesday. *evil grin*)
Summary: Urinals, boobs, and pancakes...oh my!
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.
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dienwand queen_mean_jean!Camping Sucks
By Ranmaru
PART TWO
Someone named Barney decided in his infinite wisdom to open a diner on the Road to Nowhere, as Orli liked to think of it, and the Brit wanted to meet Barney because the man was a fucking genius. And the fact that he also had restrooms installed made Orli want to kiss him. A lot. With tongue. And maybe some groping. If he smelled good, there might be some dry humping as well.
He found Viggo sitting at a booth near the Men’s Room and Orli sat across from him so he could look fondly at the plain wooden door with its square sign of a stickman proclaiming the domain beyond for the male type human. He thought about telling the older man he’d used his house key to write ‘
“They serve breakfast all day,” Viggo said, and Orli perked up. This was a good sign. This was the Gods saying that they had forgiven Orli for hurting Viggo. Pancakes and syrup could cure all evils. Somewhere, one of the Christian Apostles had written it down but some dumbass forgot to include it in the finished version of the Bible. Good thing the guy was dead. Now that was a trespass that couldn’t be forgiven.
“Maybe we can get some to go?” Orli licked his lips as he imagined feeding Viggo small bites, lapping the sticky syrup from his fingers, lips, chin, cock…
“You’re fellating your finger and the waitress is heading this way.” Viggo sounded a bit breathless. That was another good sign. Orli was loved by the Gods. He traced around his lips with his wet finger and smirked when Viggo softly moaned, blue eyes never leaving Orli’s mouth even as he dropped his hand to the tabletop.
“What can I get you boys?”
When she was gone they didn’t speak, just stared at each other in commiseration before giggling like two kids recently off their Ritalin. Orli played with a packet of sugar, sometimes tossing it towards Viggo who would sigh and push it back. They were interrupted briefly by ‘Letty’ as her nametag read, when she set a ceramic mug in front of each of them and filled it with coffee. Orli stared at his steaming mug in trepidation. He wanted the coffee; the coffee wanted him to drink it, but… He looked at the little man forever frozen stiff on the Men’s Room door.
“You can take a leak on the side of the road, you know.”
Orli blinked and looked at his entirely too logical lover. “Okay,” he said and went back to staring into his coffee. Feeling like an ass should be familiar by now but it wasn’t and he hated blushing. Or flushing, or whatever it is that men did when they turned red as a fucking tomato.
“You didn’t even think of that, did you?”
“Oh shut up,” Orli muttered, viciously ripping open a sugar packet and whimpering when the contents sprayed the tabletop and his lap. A few crystals quickly dissolved in his coffee. He glared across the table. “Not. One. Word.”
Viggo clapped a hand over his mouth and nodded but his eyes were scrunching up so
“I’ve never seen you use a sugar cube in all of the time I’ve known you.”
When Orli looked up again Viggo’s hand was still covering the bottom half of his face. He wanted to be mad at the older man but his brain was suddenly filled with other places that hand could be. On Orli’s body, for example. There was no reason why his mind should have gone there…it must be Viggo using some kind of mind-control/sexual suggestion thing. Wasn’t there supposed to be a gold coin or lit candle to focus on when someone was hypnotized? “Shut up.”
Letty arrived with their orders so Viggo was saved from being barraged with individual jelly tubs for snickering at the man he allegedly loved. Viggo said something to Letty that made her laugh and the younger man resolutely kept his eyes on the plate in front of him and not on the jiggling breasts beside him. What the hell had Viggo said that was funny? Why had he said it? Orli pictured himself making some kind of wounded-animal sound and throwing himself at those huge boobs, suffocating perhaps, but still enjoying what could be an interesting ride on such a well-padded surface.
The butter pat on his pancakes looked like those smiley faced potato things Henry loved more than his Xbox and Orli secretly thought tasted like the plastic bag they came in. Maybe it was an American thing. Viggo liked them well-enough, if the fact that Orli was replacing the bag weekly even when Henry wasn’t around said anything.
Orli didn’t even realize Letty and her Amazing Bouncing Bosom had gone until Viggo nudged the questionable container of syrup into the Brit’s line of sight. The clear, plastic jug looked as though it had seen better days but not a cleaning cloth and
“This is the syrup.” Viggo tapped the forlorn little container.
“But…” The Gods hated him. It just wasn’t fair! He wanted to lick syrup off of Viggo’s cock and to hell with personal hygiene and the hazards of combining sex and food. Barney wasn’t a genius, he was evil. He made people think he was good and giving and let them empty their bladders and served breakfast all day just to lure them in; unsuspecting and vulnerable to his sadistic tendencies and freakish impulses. Denying desperate travelers their inalienable right to individual syrup tubs. He teased with the jellies. Flaunted the sugar packets. Fucker!
“Jesus, what did that pancake ever do to you?”
Orli blinked and looked at the disaster on his plate. It looked like a tiny couch pillow after a round with his sister’s bruiser of a cat, spongy guts spread all over the place.
“Do I want to know? I don’t, do I?”
Orli sighed and gazed mournfully across the table at his lover. “I wanted to lick syrup off your cock,” he whined softly. It was such a simple thing, really. Just a small way of telling Viggo how much Orli loved him. And because he liked to give head. And syrup was just so damn delicious.
Viggo’s mouth dropped open and Orli sighed again because the things that mouth made him think of were pornographic but the magic was gone without syrup. Somehow he managed to put a dent in his plate, and probably Viggo was the one to drizzle a fair helping of syrup on his sad plate of pancakes but Orli didn’t care.
He would have left the order-to-go on the table but it was shoved into his chest by Viggo and Orli had no choice but to catch it before it fell to the floor. He followed his lover to the cash register, taking his mind off of his woes by fantasizing about the things he would do to Viggo’s ass once they’d set up camp. He was imagining the noises the older man would make as Orli fucked him against a tree when something was dangled in front of his face.
It took a second to focus. “Oh Viggo,” he breathed, staring at his lover and swearing he saw the glow of a halo over his head. He was magnificent, this man who Orli loved and cherished and was going to fuck until they were hoarse and hobbling.
The Brit hooked his finger into the tiny arm of the glass flask of maple syrup and leaned close to whisper in Viggo’s ear. “You are so going to get laid for this.” He smiled at Letty who may have overheard his promise to Viggo because she was blinking and blushing and probably going to start fanning herself any minute. Orli walked out of the diner with his prize clutched tightly in one hand.
Barney was back in Orli’s good graces. Anyone who sold real maple syrup from
*Being from NH, I am biased against any out-of-state maple syrup. Especially since my great-uncle used to tap the maples on our land and send the sap out to be processed, then would later visit with various maple syrups and candies made from the sap. I blame him for the many cavities I had as a child!
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Date: 2007-10-03 05:46 pm (UTC)Oh and pancakes hold a whole new meaning as of now.....
Great chapter, thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!
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Date: 2007-10-03 07:59 pm (UTC)And Orlando is always checking out boobs ;-P
*counts chapters*
You will write the scene with the syrup , won't you?
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Date: 2007-10-04 10:29 pm (UTC)idk why i liked this line: 'He smiled at Letty who may have overheard his promise to Viggo because she was blinking and blushing and probably going to start fanning herself any minute.'
maybe its because i can actually imagine seeing a lady doing that. i mean if i saw those 2 beautiful men and overheard what orli said...i think i'd pass out. in joy. XD
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