vigorli

This one so short short, but if I'd kept it as one part of the next scene it would have been too long. As it is tomorrow's might still be too long...

Title: Camping Sucks (4/7)
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: R (will reach NC-17)
Summary: Viggo and Orli go fishing.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.
Thank you to

dienwand

queen_mean_jeanfor the beta!

Camping Sucks

By Ranmaru

PART FOUR – Short Chapter before The Sex

Fishing, Orlando decided, was every bit as boring in America as it was in New Zealand, the difference being that he didn’t have a script to read while waiting for a hungry fish to nibble his line. He could, on the other hand, spend his time thinking of sexual innuendos related to fishing that would probably make Viggo insane trying to not find them funny while preserving the sanctity of this time-honored manly tradition. But he had yet to come up with any but the obvious and so didn’t mention them.

Viggo was sitting beside him, about two feet of space between them, holding on to his old but much loved fishing rod, staring down into the river as if he was willing the fish to attack the unfortunate worm that was impaled on his hook. Orli had his fill of looking at the river. He didn’t like it much. It wasn’t as clear and inviting as the rivers in New Zealand and he knew it would be a long time before he’d stop making the comparisons. New Zealand was a magical place, and Orli sometimes flipped through the numerous photo albums he and Viggo had filled with pictures from their time there just to reassure himself that it hadn’t all been a dream.

In order to keep his hunger at bay, he’d brought along the pancakes, the syrup used sparingly and safely tucked back into Orlando’s bag in the tent. He gripped his fishing pole between his legs and rolled a pancake into a tube and contentedly munched. “Good syrup,” he told Viggo who just nodded. “Bet it will taste better on your cock though.” He licked his fingers and hummed happily.

Viggo chuckled and gave Orli a sideways look. The pancakes were filling but gone much too soon, leaving Orli back to holding his pole and staring across the river at the trees and bushes that looked exactly like the ones they were sitting near.

When Orli’s fishing pole jerked in his hands, he was so surprised he nearly let go and only reflexes kept the pole from getting away. Viggo was grinning from ear to ear as he watched the Brit carefully reel in, eventually revealing a shiny trout struggling helplessly at the end of the line.

“Well done,” Viggo murmured, using one hand to hold his fishing pole while grasping the net beside him and shaking it so the net hung low for Orli to drop the fish in.

Orlando took over Viggo’s pole while his lover used the mesh net to get a grip on the squirming fish and extracted the hook from the gasping mouth. Then he dropped the fish into a bucket filled with river water and covered it so the fish couldn’t escape. It had happened before in New Zealand, the damned thing landing in Orli’s lap. The Brit narrowed his eyes as he remembered Viggo and Bean laughing their asses off at him.

“We just need one more.” Viggo held his hand out and Orli tilted his head, giving the older man a cocky look.

“Maybe I should keep this. I seem to be having the better luck.”

“Give it back, elf, or you’re in charge of de-boning supper,” Viggo threatened.

Orli quickly gave him the fishing pole.